#sorry to be so blunt lmfao

[justadino-ig]

mood

when the when you've fucked up when the very eepy much emotions :thumsbup:

[clndstn-headmates]

just gonna say this cause i keep getting posted to reddit as like some cringey predator or whatever tf (which tbh idc about). full disclosure i do kiiiind of run this account as a form of s/h, and i don't even know if i think any of this shit is valid. i think of myself as a bad person so a lot of times moral arguments don't really work on me because i already know im immoral and terrible (not being self-deprecating) so if that makes any diehard rqs wanna unfollow, that's fine, idc. just know that if you're screenshotting me for cringe or to complain that i don't even know if i believe in what i'm doing either. i just like internet archival and typing out long lists and this account lets me do both, plus making tumblr users happy and getting attention from them feels great.

tldr im kind of just doing this for the hell of it, if you get use out of it, i'm happy, if you get cringe out of it, cool idc. sorry if i misled anyone or whatever. im still gonna be posting lol

-Levi

[dandyshucks]

amusing myself far too much with the mental image of Wardell smoking a blunt and then offering it to Dandyfae and them trying to take a massive hit right off the bat and fucking dying DHDJDKL

[northern-passage]

What happened to Siren’s Call? The link to the demo is broken on that blog and it’s not on your page anymore?

i took down siren's call, and i plan to keep it private for the foreseeable future. i shouldn't have published ch1 to begin with, but i was anxious about not having updated tnp in quite a while so i pushed myself to post it… and now i still haven't updated tnp in over a year, and siren's call is the same.

i'm kind of in a weird space right now and i can't say if i'll go back to siren's call or not - but i think if i do i won't be doing it publicly, not how i've done with tnp. i like what i wrote and i love the characters and the story and it is as story i want to write one day. but there's no reason for it to just be sitting there right now.

to be honest i want this hobby to be fun for me again and part of that is me removing the public pressure and choosing to write for myself rather than for an audience. i'm trying to change my process back to how it used to be, which was offline and not reliant on validation from strangers on the internet, and taking sc down was just something i needed to do for that.

[orphilos]

"am i that bad of a teammate in uno, minato-ssi?"

❛ Yes. ❜ CRUEL BLUNTNESS slip past rosy lips, never fearing the repercussions of his actions nor response. even in moment that would've been most appropriate — ( he's never been one to sugarcoat his words. ) perhaps, if it had been a child. he would've chosen some words of comfort && support . but as it currently stands... ( ji-woon was far from a child. )

&& with their opponent ( Owen ) now down to one card in their hand, with the forth opponent of theirs ( Cain ) attempted to the best of their ability to allow some assistance to assure a practical ' win ' between the two...

( they were bound to lose. )

❛ Bad is an insult to those who are having bad luck, you are awful in this game. ❜

@jiwone / unprompted asked.

[2024skin]

okay i fell asleep but radfems with bfs don’t (rightfully) don’t like it when lesbians call them dicksucking dumb bitches but then make fun of women who are in toxic relationships and it’s like 🤨🤨 don’t you read?? shouldn’t you know about hard it is to get rid of female socialization ?? like if you hadn’t read any radfem books you would be probably in the same place as those women that you mock stfu. then they have the nerve to talk about femicide

Okay we woke up angry today which is very relatable hahaha

I just want to put it out there, and it reads like you already know this anon, but I have seen far more bisexual women make vulgar/degrading comments about het-partnered women than lesbians. so I think its unfair to associate lesbians with these toxic, reductive, anti-women comments about OSA women when lesbians appear to be the minority of offenders (from what I have seen)

I think you are onto something deeper here about female socialization and it reminds me of when Dworkin wrote about how girls learn from a young age to try and seperate themselves from other women (particularly their mothers) in order to gain good standing with men and avoid the humiliation and abuse that is projected onto the other women in their lives

- like you said, simply Knowing about male violence and sexism is not enough to undo a lifetime of female socialization, and the desire to achieve "safety" by raising your status above other women is a part of that. It's often done unconsciously and addressing it creates a lot of shame and guilt within a woman, so it's a behavior that newly peaked feminists are not as eager to acknowledge and work through. Many women ("feminist" or not) will never quit putting down other women because this behavior, unlike wearing heels or putting on makeup, only hurts other women and does not have the same negative consequences for the lady who is acting out.

On the flipside, reading feminist theory does not protect you from male violence anymore than the next girl. The women who are the most angry and disappointed in het-partnered women likely would find themselves with misogynistic and even dangerous men IF they chose to engage with men for extended lengths of time. I tend to avoid blogs that dedicate any amount of time to butting into other women's business, which means I am not privy to the lives and dating habits of women who think dating men makes you a cocksucking whore (altho they certainly seem to be invested in my life since I got 2 anons this morning requesting for my cumbrain to quit orbiting radblr 😐). So I can't really say if the women who feel entitled to harass and condescend to other women are hypocrites or male-partnered or whatnot.

If you have seen het-partnered women condescending to battered women or other women dating men, then I think it's safe to dismiss their comments as purposefully unhelpful. Obviously those women are not bleeding-heart seperatists who are moved to anger by their concerns for OSA women; they're just mean girls who are too NEET and antisocial to be part of a toxic social hierarchy in real life. Luckily, these women are easy to spot and avoid in real life, and their opinions don't have to stop either of us from looking out for each other and other het-partnered women.

[formulafics]

❀ NEW DESIRE | MV1

SCENARIO: you and max are childhood friends. despite claiming a platonic relationship - or rather, not claiming a romantic one, fans are certain that there’s more to what you both have, especially when max openly simps for you on streams, and most definitely when his private account gets leaked.

PAIRING: max verstappen x fem!reader

AN: i am so sorry this has taken me so long to get to! that being said, i hope you still enjoy it! thank you for your patience and your request 🫶🏻 also i did use google translate for the dutch part so if you speak dutch im so sorry LMFAO

as always, a shoutout to @renarots because these fics truly would not be as good without their input. <3

if you saw me change the title, no you didn’t

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formulaverstappen okay so this is pure he-said-she-said, but apparently on the holidays post, max’s sister commented “just friends? 😉” and max responded with the 😳 emoji I AM SICK

rizzciardo anyone who still thinks they’re just friends is LYING to their self

lnnation haunted by the fact that yn learned dutch for max and she helped him learn english

formulanorriz if he doesn’t ask her out at this rate, IM GOING TO

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maxemillianv goede race, nog betere mensen ❤️ of moet ik zeggen persoon haha (great race, even better people or should i say person haha)

ynln zoveel liefde voor jou. ik ben zo trots op je ❤️🏆 (so much love for you. i’m so proud of you. )

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maxemillianv happy holidays 🎄

victoriaverstappen just friends? 😉

It’s funny, the way Max is. He’s blunt all the time, but this is different. A part of you is worried that maybe he’s upset, that perhaps something like this will be the reason you and him stray apart - you can’t imagine it. The thought of being anything but with Max matches your chest tighten, and even though you’d like to think that isn’t the case, you can’t be sure.

The wait for Max to arrive at your house is almost torturous. Your mind is racing, and by the time you hear his car pull up, you’re damn near shaking out of your skin. He doesn’t even have to knock or ring the doorbell - hell, he’s barely out of the car when you open your front door and step outside. You study his body language, trying to determine what exactly to expect. You just can’t clock it. With a sharp inhale, you lock your door and then make your way towards the car.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, uncertainty making your voice waver. “Yes,” Max responds simply. It’s a genuine yes, and in fact, he sounds almost happy. Your brows furrow in confusion as he opens the passenger side door for you, and you genuinely don’t think you could be more puzzled. You press your lips together as he returns to the drivers seat and starts the car again, not waiting to pull out of the driveway.

“Max, you’re scaring me,” you say. Scared isn’t the right word, but it’s something along those lines. His eyes stay on the road, yours are fixed on his face, still trying so desperately to read him. He glances at you, offers a small smile, then reaches over to grab your hand. He intertwined your fingers, assuring you that there’s nothing to worry about. It’s still odd - the whole situation, but that does make you feel more relaxed.

It’s quiet for longer than you’d like it to be. Aside from the radio, which is on a low volume, and the smooth rumble of the vehicle, it’s silent.

Finally, Max speaks. “I’m not worried about the posts,” he says, glancing at you for the second time. You find yourself wishing he could look at you for longer, a weird feeling washing over you as his eyes return to the road. He squeezes your hand subconsciously, his thumb soothing over the back of it. “Seriously?” you almost forgot to respond, but at the last minute, you remember his statement. “Seriously,” Max hums. The smile returns to his lips, and much to your relief, he expounds.

“Sure, it’s not ideal, but at the same time,” he pauses, and you can tell he’s trying to think of how to describe it. He chuckles briefly, “The only way to put it is that it’s made me realize that you’re so much more than a good friend.”

You’re still stumped. Now, you’re realizing that you don’t even know where Max is taking you - not that you’re worried about it, but the whole situation is just so strange, especially for you and Max. Thus, you remain silent, eyes never leaving him. You’re waiting for him to say something else, and he’s waiting for you to respond, assuming that you’d understand what he’s saying. Hes the first to realize that you don’t understand, and amused smile playing on his lips at your confusion. “Hold on, you’ll know what I mean when we get there,” He says, and this is somehow so Max, but not him at all, leaving you to sit silently, at least a million thoughts filling your mind.

Max pulls into a parking lot, and it only takes you a moment to realize you know where you are. You’ve been here with him once before, and you still remember that night so vividly. That was the first - and only - time you had ever questioned your feelings for Max. Any other time, you never had to think about how you felt. You knew you were happy with him, and it was the same for him. You didn’t need to know if you loved him, and he didn’t need to know if he loved you.

Now that the memories are coming back to your mind, it begins to dawn on you, what Max said. Regardless, you stay quiet and let him guide you into the club, hand still in his. He takes you to the very spot you both sat the first night you came here, and this time, rather than an empty booth and table, there’s a large bouquet of white roses sitting atop the table, a small note folded beside them. You aren’t sure what to say, or what to do. Your eyes flicker between the roses, the note, and Max, who carefully pulls you closer, his free hand now resting on the small of your back.

“I’ll give you the choice - you can read the card or I can relay it to you,” he says. You choose what first comes to mind. “Relay it to me.” Max nods, then turns you to face him, his hands on your waist. Instinctively, you place yours on his shoulders. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks, and even though you’re certain that his words are the briefest summary of what’s in the card, you can’t be bothered. A smile takes over your expression and you nod. Max smiles too, pulling you into a tight hug.

The rest of the night, you continued on like you would have had he not asked you to be his girlfriend. There was no need for things to be different. In fact, the only thing that would change from here would be the pure admiration you both have always had for one another, and that was perfectly fine with you. Somewhere along the line, a certain friend showed up, and you did eventually read the card.

Safe to say, Max’s recap of the words written in the card were indeed brief. Your heart is happy knowing that only you would see such a soft, loving side of him, and only you would be able to clearly picture your best friend- boyfriend, all mushy as he writes the card.

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landonorris okay i guess we don’t do photo creds anymore 😒

⤷ maxverstappen1 👍📸

ynln so much love for you always. ❤️

⤷ maxverstappen1 ❤️🔄

⤷ formulaverstappen IS THIS HIS WAY OF SAYING THAT BACK TO YN??? THERE ARE REAL TEARS IN MY EYES

victoriaverstappen very ‘just friends’ of you

⤷ maxverstappen1 👀

⤷ mv331lvr YALL EITHER GET THIS OR YOU DONT IM GOING INSANE

ln4nation THE FACT THAT LANDO TOOK THESE AND WAS THERE WITJ THEM IM GAGGED

papayabull YN AND MAX CONFIRMED DATING THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

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[lowkeyrobin]

Heyy, Ghostbusters preference- when they get jealous?

ooo okay ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

GHOSTBUSTERS ; jealousy

includes ; trevor, phoebe, podcast & lucky

warnings ; language

masterlist

TREVOR

he's so awkward about it

he doesn't even know what to do at first like... fuck you want him to do??

he doesn't even realize someone's trying to hit on you til you give him the most pleading look of all time

and he literally has to run every scenario through his brain to figure out what to do without getting sucker punched

he's just not a jealous person in general either, half of its obliviousness, half of its just the trust he has in you because he knows you aren't gonna leave him. maybe

if it's going on to long he'll slide in, introduce himself as "Trevor Spengler, one of the Ghostbusters" and hopes it'll impress the other person enough to just leave you alone

90% of the time they just leave because Trev is too awkward to just say "Hey I'm their boyfriend, leave them alone please" lmaoo

PHOEBE

she literally doesn't know what to do bro

like on one hand maybe she's being dramatic but on the other why the hell is someone else talking to you like that???

she's autistic and it's very obvious (this isn't even a hc I'm pretty sure it's actually canon + her being queer yipee) and can sometimes be very blunt or awkward

"can you stop talking to them like that? thank you." while she's got this serious bitch face on

the person quickly scurries away and you're just relieved while she's like confused and a bit upset but doesn't know how to explain it

"pheebs, I'm not leaving you, don't worry. thank you though, i didn't know how to get them to go away"

she gives you a little hug to just silently tell you "Okay, thank you, I'm sorry"

PODCAST

LUCKY

just kinda stands there like 🧍‍♂️

kinda tries to sling his arm around your shoulders and signal that you were not up to hang out later

and somehow the person just doesn't get it!!

"Okay, uh, they have a boyfriend! they don't wanna hang out with you, please listen to them, thanks"

the person scrambles and he's just like "what the fuck I thought you loved me" in a joking manner

you both go get some candy down the street because that was awful for both of you LMFAO

she's a confident bad bitch okay...

hugs you from behind, arms around your waist and her head resting on top of yours/your shoulder

"Hey, please listen to people when they say they don't want to talk to you, take a hint. they have a girlfriend"

literally a life saver

lucky domingo is a mindset

"I don't understand, why can't people just listen??"

honestly same girl

she's always coming in clutch tho, ain't no way she's letting someone bother you, especially when she's jealous of the fact you're giving them attention

[murdrdocs]

you should totally write another enemies to lovers w ethan but like fem!reader and him get paired into a project we’re they have to take care of an egg together as if it were a baby? (like those cheesy movies LMFAO) and maybe they constantly argue about it and even try to convince their teacher to get paired into different groups but they’re forced to work together. then one night, reader has been taking care of the egg all day, she decides to go to ethan’s apartment but as soon as she leaves her apartment building she gets a call from ethan!gf (to mess w her) and at that point she’s just running to ethan’s apartment and yeah you can do the rest.

description. you're paired with ethan landry for a silly, 2000s-esque 'baby project', forced to reckon with the troubles of parenthood, and your inconsiderate feelings towards the brown haired boy.

includes. GN!reader, allusions to sex but no smut, reader curses a lot, chad's here :D

word count: 1.6k+

a/n: im so sorry it took me so long to write this but its here now :) also i changed this a bit just bc here we have the fake babies that cry and stuff and it adds drama yk and this was not supposed to be this long but enjoy nonetheless (also x2 this isn't proofread at all and it's written like an extended blurb)

anytime you said your life "was a movie" you were never serious. which is because before ending up in this class, life for you was nothing but usual teenage and young adult endeavors; parties, hanging out, spending entirely too much money.

but now, your life literally is a movie. an early 2000s movie that the production shouldn't have greenlit because it desperately flopped in the theatres and digital release, only to become a cult classic 20 years later.

however, you're stuck in that flopping at box office point, coming in the form of being assigned a project where you had to take care of an egg, then a fake baby, in a class you shouldn't have been in in the first place, and being paired with ethan landry out of all people.

you don't have anything against ethan per se, but you don't like him either. on a scale of dislike, neutral, and like, you're in the lower end of neutral with your feelings towards ethan.

he wasn't a horrible guy, but he just reminded you of the guys back home. the ones that were always unnecessarily rude and help "opinions" that were really just hate speech waiting to be turned into hate crimes. and sure, he hadn't done anything in particular to be compared to those people, but you're better off being safe than sorry.

you're sitting across from him now, a brown egg sitting between you two, and your eyes switching from glaring at the egg to glaring at ethan.

"so ... how do you wanna do the schedule?" ethan asks, fiddling with the sticker on his smoothie cup.

your glare intensifies and you sit back in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. "i want you to know that i don't wanna do this with you."

ethan looks slightly shocked by your blunt statement, which infuriates you more. and then he says, "...okay?" like he doesn't care. asshole.

you decide to be the bigger person, taking a deep breath before you continue speaking. "okay."

it's silent for a few moments. "now that we have that cleared up, how do you wanna do the schedule?"

you and ethan decide on who should take care of the egg-baby for the first week, until you upgrade to a fake baby. that night when you go home, you send an email that is a mix between begging and demanding your professor to switch your partner.

the week was fine. it could've been better if your professor switched your partner, and if you didn't have to communicate with ethan landry more than you would have ever wanted to. but apparently, people can't always get what they want.

by the first class the following week, 3 groups have broken their egg and failed the first half of the assignment. you sit and listen to your professor lecture each and every one of you about the importance of good child care, and how taking care of the egg was the easy part. as she hands out doll babies in a carrier, and understand how lifelike the not-toy is, you start to realize just how much harder this is going to be.

"who would've known blackmore had this sort of money." chad marvels at the doll in the stroller. he has his hands on his bent knees, his brown eyes shifting to notice every detail about the doll in the stroller.

"it fucking knows how much time each of us spends with it, chad," you complain through a mouthful of burrito bowl contents. you have a little time alone since ethan had class, so you took the time to take yourself, and amelia/janice (you and ethan couldn't agree on a name) to the dining hall for lunch with chad.

"just spend time with ethan. i do it everyday."

your eyes roll so hard that you have to pause and hold a hand to your head. "easier said than done."

chad laughs a bit, sitting down in the seat across from you once again and starting to dig into his own burrito bowl.

"what's your problem with him anyway?"

"oh don't even get me started–" but he did get you started. you detail all of the things that deems ethan to be insufferable in your eyes. his abercrombie model body, his nerdy persona, his "well actually" moments, his need to correct everyone, the way he seems like he actually hates tara and sam, his not-so-subtle superiority complex. chad stops you whenever you start to mention his hair.

"just sounds to me like you're hiding your true feelings behind anger."

you don't have a response, instead opting to check your email to see your professor sending a third denial to switch partners.

you're thinking of a way you can convince her whenever ethan texts you.

'my shift? '

"gotta go," you tell chad, sliding him your tray to dispose of with a grin, feeding him an excuse about being a "busy parent now" whenever he tries to argue.

okay, truth be told, ethan landry wasn't that bad. he offered to take up shifts whenever you even alluded to being stressed about other things, he offered to buy you meals in return for watching amelia/janice for an extra half hour. he seemed like he both cared about passing this project, and you.

"just so you know, i also tried to switch partners," ethan admits with just a hint of shame in his voice, and a light pink tint to his cheeks. but you don't know if that's from his confession or the alcohol in his system.

it's the end to another grueling week taking care of amelia (ethan let janice go) and you decided to celebrate by opening a bottle of wine. you were feeling oddly good that whole week, so whenever ethan came over to drop amelia off, you invited him in for a drink.

which turned into two. which turned into a late night kitchen makeout session.

the alcohol was obviously hindering your thinking abilities because not only were you pressing ethan landry back against your counter with your body and letting his hands roam all over your figure while he kissed you, you also pulled back and stared at him wildly to ask, "wait, amelia's down for the night right?"

ethan smiles big, playing along, "yeah, she's down for the night".

his hands find the end of your shirt and the slide underneath to feel the warmth of your skin. your room was occupied by your daughter, but your roommates were out for the night and the couch was available.

you let ethan lead you there and decide that yeah, ethan landry isn't that bad.

this, is the climactic point in the film. it's so cliché that you can predict the next moments, and you don't like them.

you were walking from your apartment to ethan's, preparing to drop amelia off for ethan to take care of now that he was out of econ. you've done this same walk safely many times before, so you weren't worried about yourself at all. you had your headphones on, playing music at a low volume just in case, and there were only a few minutes left in your walk. when your phone rang, you didn't think much of it. you answered it without checking your phone, a chirpy "hello?" being your greeting.

the voice on the other hand was unrecognizable. "hello." he said it like a statement, not a question, as if he had an upper hand.

"who is this?"

"i'm ... an admirer."

a chill runs through your body and you quicken your pace. "okay? what's your name?" you're looking around, searching for people on the street to witness something just in case. but there's only 2 to 3 people walking at this late hour. what are the fucking odds.

"i go by many names. some people call me the boogey man, others their worst nightmare." he speaks slowly, methodically, with a smooth tone, a direct contrast from the fast shakiness in your voice.

"oh, yeah? why do they call you that?"

"because ... i'm known for gutting people like a fish."

you don't say anything, going to reach for your phone and hangup instead. which, you do. you hand shakes as you go to call ethan instead, but before you can click on his contact you're getting a call from him.

"ethan? thank god, i was just about to call you. some fucking weirdo called me and he was freaking me the fuck out but i'm almost at your pla–"

"you think i'm a weirdo?" the same voice.

you glance down at ethan's contact, blinking, making sure you didn't read it wrong. but it's right.

"... ethan?" you ask softly, your heart thudding intensely behind your chest.

"yes?"

"is that you?"

"uh-huh."

fucking asshole.

"you fucking asshole." the entrance to ethan's apartment building is in sight now, as is the boy himself, standing in front of the building with his phone held in one hand, and a white object in the other. the closer you get, the bigger his smile gets, and the narrower your glare gets.

you stop in front of him, shoving the stroller into his foot and pushing at his chest for good measure. "you fucking asshole!" you repeat, as if he hadn't heard you the first time.

ethan laughs, he cackles, like he just told the best joke in history. the dial tone of ethan ending the call is barely heard over the blood rushing in your ears.

"c'mon, babe," ethan tilts his head as he pockets his phone and the white object. his hands reach for you, and you flinch away the first time, but the second time you let him rest his hands on your waist and pull you into him. he places a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"i fucking hate you." there's no bite behind your bark.

"yet you decided to have a baby with me."

stupid fucking assignment.

[lambilegs]

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modern!au lee harker headcanons (part two)

finds those asmr vids like get ready for me before bed really relaxing and sometimes listens to them when she's tossing and turning

she does extensive research on her autism all the time LMAOOO

same with if she catches a cold and has some physical symptom -- she'll sink into a wormhole of diseases and get so nervous :((

organizes spotify playlists through blunt genre titles lol (ex. "pop," "indie," eventually caves and makes a playlist for you that's just your name)

she secretly listens to pinkpantheress and charli xcx

always has the sound block setting on her airpods/earphones

definitely listens to podcasts on her drives, which are usually about international ongoings, history, mythology or folklore. I feel like she might also be into psychology/sociology podcasts, esp when she wants to do some research/reflection on smth regarding herself (mommy issues)

is extremely perceptive and good at detecting scams in her DMs, and sometimes tries to take it into her own hands and investigate who's doing it 😭😭

online shops to death. she fucking hates malls LMAOOOO

secretly loves those apps where you can raise a little pet and take care of it + its growth through games

LOVESSS DERRY GIRLS -- catholic humour absolutely fucking kills her LMAOOO

definitely loves playing little games on her phone, whether she's bored, wants to work her brain and/or is anxious and needs distraction. these range from puzzle games, to virtual scrabble, to hidden clues games, to those word-type (?? idk what these are called I'm sorry LOL) games

doesn't take many pics on her phone apart from scenery and/or aesthetic places. I feel like she'd find those really cool, and would definitely have an album dedicated to them. or also just weird/interesting stuff she sees in public, like street art, or public posters. isn't big on taking pictures of food, and only really takes pictures of people she's superrrr close to. otherwise, she feels too uncomfortable taking pictures with/of people she's still learning to navigate socially with

OH AND SPEAKING OF SELFIES LMFAO probably feels SO fucking uncomfortable and awkward taking them, so a lot of the pictures her close friends have of her are candid and when she wasn't focusing. even if she does catch them in the middle of it, she probably doesn't bother to fake a smile, which results in lots of straight-faced pictures of her (hot)

when she's with people she's not comfortable with, she'll probably force on a tight-lipped, very unnatural sort of smile. but, sometimes, when she's in a silly mood with people she's close to, I can see her hitting the 😛 blep or a faux-smoulder (probably is high when she does)

probably loved shows like totally spies when growing up, finding the investigations so interesting and loving to see girls as spies (both for lesbian reasons and future-fbi-agent reasons LOL)

probably didn't get a phone till a bit older than her peers, due to her mom struggling to afford one. but, it was okay, since she probably also didn't feel super inclined to it, and was more into reading and taking photos as a child. was never, and still isn't, into the social aspect of technology, so never really felt excited or wanting for a phone

[bewitchingivy]

pick a card: love letter received (valentine's special)

Holyf- all these songs and cards that I shuffled are sooooo fucking good. YA'LL ARE BEING SPOILED. I keep squealing reading these messages lmfao. Anyways! These letters are from anyone you have a romantic connection with; soulmate, future spouse/lover/girlfriend, boyfriend, the one, whatever you wanna label!

methods used in this reading: tarot & intuition.

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letter #1

shufflemancy: Never Really Over by Katy Perry

My dearest,  I know you think sometimes that you don't deserve the good things in your life, and that you don't deserve a love like we have. God, you're so stubborn. How many times will I have to tell you that you deserve each and every wonderful thing in your life and more? Oh, well. I'm coming home soon to you anyway. And I don't mind reminding you everyday that you deserve all of it, that you're worth it, and that I love you with all I am. I truly believe that we are fated to be with each other, and even though you may have a hard time believing that, you can't escape the love that we have. Sorry, not sorry! >:) Anyways, keep doing the things that make you become the best version of yourself. You're doing good. We'll find each other soon enough. I love you. Until we meet,  Your lover.

about them: they're such a romantic, but they also have this sarcastic and chill personality, HAHA. Assuring person. They only have their eyes on you. Encouraging, they really love cheering and rooting for you. Will always comfort you in your times of need.

signs i saw for you: daisies, co-workers, september, purple aura, someone likes to listen to taylor swift, letters; j, v, d 444.

Hope you enjoyed your reading! Remember to love yourself the way you want others to love you! Any thoughts on this reading? Leave a feedback!— Ivy

letter #2

shufflemancy: I Will Spend My Whole Life Loving You by Imaginary Future & Kina Grannis

Hi, babe! I can't wait for us to be together. I promise you, it will be anytime soon. It won't even feel like you waited. Just keep being you and be cool (wink). I'm so excited for all the things that we're going to do together, I really can't wait to spend this life with you. I know I can come off as someone who's annoying and blunt sometimes (wait, I think it's most of the time? LOL) but I hope you'll accept and love me for who I am. It's hard to be my authentic self around others, I really hope I can be with you, because I want to. When we've come together one of these days, I promise to give you all my love and everything that you deserve. I will do my best to make you laugh and smile everyday. Make you relax and just wind up after a long day from all the chaos and noise in the world. (Your name), I am ready to spend my whole life loving you and living with you. (their nickname)

about them: they're clingy, but in a good and adorable way though lol. they really like to annoy or tease you out of fun. very cheerful and warm energy here. doesn't seem to be like it, but they do have some insecurities (notice how they hope for you to love and accept them despite their personality in the letter?)

signs i saw for you: 444, 555, letters; w and s. tropical island/country. north america.

 Hope you enjoyed your reading! Remember to love yourself the way you want others to love you! Any thoughts on this reading? Leave a feedback!— Ivy

letter #3

shufflemancy: Love Never Felt So Good by Michael Jackson

Dear (your name), I hope you know that I appreciate and love you so much. There are times when I worry that I may not be showing that enough to you, and I'm sorry. But this is me telling the truth. I adore you with all of my heart, and honestly, these words are never enough to fully express my love for you. I hope you know that you're an amazing person. You give me so much light, inspiration, and life. You teach me a lot of valuable things and I really admire that about you. Don't let anything dim the light that you shine in this world. Keep on shining, my love. Life makes so much sense and more worth-living when I'm with you. With all my love,  (their name)

about them: they're a person who doesn't open up easily, or someone who somehow struggles expressing their emotions to you. ah, they're so adorably shy. quiet. a quiet person, someone who's meticulous. logical. 

signs i saw for you: 333, 222, sunflowers.

notes: fuck. the last line in their letter made me sooooo 🥹🥹🥹 AAAAHHHH. KEEP THEM, BRUH. i don't necessarily show cards in my readings, but i'll spoil you with this one; i practically squealed when i got the queen of wands and the sun for you. LIKE AGH. I love this combination, especially since they both have sunflowers. And I totally felt so much warmth in my heart while writing their letter UwU

Hope you enjoyed your reading! Remember to love yourself the way you want others to love you! Any thoughts on this reading? Leave a feedback!— Ivy

letter #4

shufflemancy: love somebody like you by joan

Hey Princess/Prince, I understand that you're not in a pretty situation right now, you really wish you could just escape, don't you? Don't worry. Even if I'm not there with you physically in the time that you're reading this, I'm always with you in your heart and in spirit. Listen, I'm proud of you of how far you've come. And I know that you have the strength to get through this. You can do it! I wholeheartedly believe in you, babe. Just so you know, I'm your biggest cheerleader, haha. Sooo... just do it, okay? There's no need for you to be afraid. I promise that once you've overcome this, something really amazing is coming for you. And it's worth it. Mmm, I can't say for sure if this surprise is me coming in to your life, but welp, who knows? :) Love ya! - (their name)

about them: they're such a fun person to be around. gentle and polite, wholesome, like a happy kid in an adult body HAHA. jester. golden retriever energy (gosh, i effing love people who has this energy.) passionate about art. is into music that doesn't seem to match their personality and vibe (eg: they love listening to metal.) might be into anime.

signs i saw for you: 222, party, celebration, a park, carnival or something. someone's born in 2002, or something significant happened in 2022 for either of you, like a drastic change in your life of some sort. 

notes:  They really want to call you princess/prince, I'm sorry if you don't like it but that's that LMAO- why do i get the feeling that some of you are in some sort of relationship (not necessarily romantic) that is not stable, and healthy, and you're definitely advised to put yourself first now, leave, and heal from it.

Hope you enjoyed your reading! Remember to love yourself the way you want others to love you! Any thoughts on this reading? Leave a feedback!— Ivy

letter #5

shufflemancy: So My Darling by Rachel Chinouriri

Hi, love. You've gone through so much, life hasn't been much fair to you, to us. But no matter how hard it is, it's important for us to never give up and stay strong. But it's not easy to stay strong either. Let me give you a gentle reminder that it's ok to cry and break down when you have to, okay? It's okay to let it all out and not bottle all the negative feelings inside. And then once you've done that, you can slowly get back up, take back your strength, and have stronger faith for the future. I know you're strong, I see it in you :) You're really capable more than you think. And it also gives me strength to see your strength. Don't allow yourself to be defeated, okay? We'll get through this. And once we meet, we won't have to go through it all alone. We'll be fighting alongside together. Yours, (their name)

about them: a positive person. stylish and classy. for some of you, they might reside in london or is from the uk. might tend to see things through rose-colored glasses. machiavellian. 

signs i saw for you: paris, france. travel, foreign country, 222, 333, rainbow.

Hope you enjoyed your reading! Remember to love yourself the way you want others to love you! Any thoughts on this reading? Leave a feedback!— Ivy

[yuurivoice]

hey yuuri :)

I was looking at some of Jackie’s Alphonse art and noticed something: you don’t really see any body hair on Alphonse.

maybe it’s her art style (which is phenomenal) but I believe Alphonse’s natural hair is black. So you’d be able to see it like, a lot.

my question is this: would Alphonse be the type to shave/wax? I’ve also seen some people bleach their arm hair blonde, so would he do that instead?

Sorry for the randomness!

hope your having a great day :)

I have never given consideration to what my idealized fictional 2D man does to deal with his body hair and I don't really find any joy in trying to determine what that might be.

Jackie has drawn men with body hair......it's not an art style thing. 😂

I just...I don't know man. If we've gotten to the point where we're analyzing shit like whether a character is bleaching their body hair (or dying it, etc and so forth) we've gotten so far into the weeds that I'm not having a great time.

I don't mind the randomness or the question, I just need y'all to know what my vibes are when it comes to this sort of question. I've operated with anime logic in terms of in world explanations for things forever. The "does this person dye their hair" question gets me too, because like......that's so far removed from what the fuck is going on that it exhausts me more than intrigues me lmfao

That's just not the relationship I have with my characters, but I'm happy if y'all do. I just...don't think I'm the one to participate in it. 😂

Sorry I'm a tired old man, I'm not bothered or upset, don't mind the bluntness. I appreciate the question, and apologize for the not so satisfying answer. 💖

[salfishermustdie]

ash headcanons!!!!

okay, i seriously love ashley campbell sm. she's actually my favorite girl evaaaaa. anyways, i decided to post some of my head canons for her like i did sal! this is kind of x reader btw :3

♡ i think of her as unlabled. although she doesn't know what to consider herself, she's definitely not straight

♡ i also think of her as alternative! in her freshman year, she had a bit of an awkward phase, but now she's super comfortable with her style

♡ she'd LOVE giving you little make overs. she'd "make you look like her." (whether she'd succeed is questionable)

♡ would do your eyeliner while sitting on your lap

♡ very nonchalant. very blunt too. she's super open to physical touch

♡ this can get y/n flustered

♡ she loves letting you borrow her clothes

♡ seriously dude, after you met her pretty much half your closet is full of her clothes

♡ "i need some new mascara.." ♡ "here, have mine!"

♡ amazing memory when it comes to you. she remembers things about you that even you forgot.

♡ like, she's here remembering what you said you had for dinner two weeks ago, while you can't even remember where you put your phone...

♡ she's not the nerdiest person ever, but she's definitely open to learning about your interests, like shows or books you like :)

♡ she has a photo album full of pictures of her friends

♡ when she has a crush on you, that album becomes more centered around you than anyone else

♡ she'd make you so many weird little gifts. she's super crafty, but not in a 'conventional' way lmfao

♡ ESPECIALLY her little dudes. omg. she'd make you two a whole family of them

♡ would suffocate you with hugs

♡ literally. she loves being all up on you.

♡ she doesn't have the best sense of personal space, which might get annoying or uncomfortable at times, but she doesn't mean any harm

♡ if needed, you can help teach her more about personal boundaries

♡ she's such a cutie patootie dude. i love her SO MUCH AHHHHH.

no nsfw this time bc…… idk how to write it coming from a girl :C IM LITERALLY SO ASHAMED. I'VE NEVER FELT THE TOUCH OF A WOMAN IM SORRY. SOMEONE HELP ME LEARN HOW TO WRITE GIRL SMUT. UGH.

[quantum-moss]

Cw - Smoking a blunt at 6 am LMFAO

GUYS. GUYS LOOK. I TOLD YOU I WAS GONNA NOT DIE!! GUYS- GU- Oh- Oh you thought it was- .... Oh.... I'm so sorry...

[crushedsweets]

ninakate or any wlw nina ship w/ good luck babe by chappell roan,,,,

oh god. ok youre so right that this works with any wlw nina ship, but im gonna go through the lyrics and describe some toxic ass ninakate scenario that comes to mind LMFAOOOO SORRY I LIKE TOXIC YURI

ok so in an AU of my AU where ninakate happens, it all starts after nina is stabbed by jeff. they make her heal in the proxy cabin cuz theyre worried jeff will break into ninas apartment and finish the job(he has no interest in doing that tho). tim/brian/toby/jack are busy with zalgoid issues, SO kate sorta...keeps watch on nina while she heals. cuz of that, nina starts latching onto kate. between kate cleaning the stab wound, bringing her water, wrapping her up in gauze, nina crying into kates arms unprompted, asking kate to sleep in the same bed with her cuz she cant sleep, nina asking kate quiet questions for hours while the radio hums and rain pours outside... they share an awkward, "meaningless" kiss. nina blamed it on emotions running high. kate didnt know what to blame

(this section is HEAVILY inspired by still a friend by the back seat lovers, the entire song is very my-au ninakate)

SOOOOO i wanna go from THAT SONG into good luck babe by chappell roan...

"you can say that we are nothing" after the kiss, nina would probably be like 'we should go to sleep' and the next morning laugh about it and tease kate and be like "thats so funny, i never kissed a girl like that before. was that your first kiss? oh my god kate are you serious?! we should probably keep that between us, huh? its okay, it wont happen again!" and kates just nodding along while her brain is going 100mph. but kates perceptive as hell and she'd easily see all the little changes that happen afterwards. nina's gaze falling, her hands lingering, little comments she makes. and it'd make kate feel kinda stupid. "guess im the fool, with her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof" toby ends up 'inheriting' an old rusty red pickup truck from tim. i doubt it would have a sun roof, but i could see toby and nat up front, while nina and kate are in the back (like, the BACK bed of the truck). nina would be giggling, tilting her head back and her hair is flying like crazy and her arms are out and kate cannoooot get that damn kiss out of her head, especially when nina looks like that.

im thinking maybe it happens again. the group was hanging out, but nat and toby went off somewhere else, leaving nina and kate together. and kate offers to walk nina home, but ninas like 'what if i spend the night instead?' and kates immediately like Oh jesus christ okay. and they talk . and chat. and banter. and nina would bring up that stupid kiss and say something about 'i wouldnt mind doing that again. i mean, as friends.' and kates head is spinning.

and despite all of this, nina is still in a bad headspace. before, during, and after her relationship with jeff, she has HORRIBLY low self esteem and a need for attention/validation, and she will seek it out anywhere. she'd blame it on a million and one things "oh its just for fun, oh i was just drunk, oh its not that serious, he was cute, i got his number!". especially when trying to heal her bruised ego after the whole jeff thing (alongside a few huge arguments with toby calling her out on her BS). and kate listens, and even though she's really blunt and straightforward, she doesnt feel mean. not like toby or nat or jack. so even when kates like "that doesnt make sense" "that seems stupid though" "why would you do that" ninas just laughing and being like "it just felt right in the moment! im having fun, kate!". she thinks kate just doesnt get it, on account of never being in a relationship, but kate knows whats going on. she knows why nina is the way that she is, but all she has to say is . GOODLUCK LMFAO. shes not here to control or convince or plead with anybody, and def not nina. and i think that would kinda irk nina a little. she'd kiss kate, then a couple nights later talk about a guy she met at a bar, and kate just side eyes her and is like 'have fun' and nina wishes there was more

ok whether their kisses turn into anything else, i think theyd both continually agree to keep it a secret from everyone else. it would just be a huge mess that neither of them want to address, especially kate dealing with toby. but i think once kate starts getting a little affection and whatnot that she's never received (she's been in the chaser mode for over half her life, mind you), it would feel incredibly suffocating but also incredibly freeing. like she feels like something new has opened up to her, something that she got locked out of years ago. and nina has the key, unfortunately

ok this is where the song and story falls apart a little cuz ninas not getting married to anyone. i guess this could be a hypothetical where she goes back to jeff for a moment in time, but.. ehh.... dunno how i feel about that. and i dont think the 'i told you so' fits kate cuz she just kinda lets nina do whatever. asks questions and is like ??? and maybe has a bit of an attitude when saying 'good luck with that', but she never tells her what to do

i know "the feeling" is more about being into girls and how you cant hide from it, but i dont think the whole lesbianism thing would be their issue. in a ninakate interpretation of the song, i think 'the feeling' is either ninas issues with romance and self worth, kates ache to be with someone despite thinking she has no right to it, ninas guilt for leading kate on, and of course their literal romantic feelings...

anyway. anyway. um. cries. i just i really. i really im just. im fond of lesbians alright.

[fanfictionstuff]

hello!! could i request maybe an amaimon x reader (naturally) where reader has to take care of little hamster amaimon after him and rins fight in season 1, but she thinks amaimon did die and that mephisto just named the little hamster after him, reader could also be very vocal to the gang about her obsession with amaimon!

this is a scenario i’ve thought about a lot ngl 😂😂 like reader just gushing about how hot he is and rin being like “he’d murder you, you idiot” and reader would be like “he could murder this p*ssy” and little hamaimon just observing this all LMFAO

maybe at the end he reveals that it’s really him!

hopefully this made sense and didn’t sound crazy lmao

I might have gotten a tad bit carried away (7677 words) 🫢 He's just so amazing I couldn't help it. 💀 Also, you didn't mention it, but there is smut. How are you gonna talk about 'murder this pussy' and not add smut when Amaimon is in his human vessel 🫢

 You trug your way down the hall towards Mephisto’s office. He had called you and asked you to visit him in his office after class. You’re still in an awful mood after the camping trip. Within a few hours, you had fallen in love and then found out one of your best friends had murdered him. Sure, Amaimon might’ve been trying to kill Rin, but that doesn’t mean Rin had to actually kill Amaimon! Mephisto was there. Why hadn’t he stepped in?

Once you reach his office's double door, they open dramatically. “Ah, Miss ______.” He grins. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Hi, Mephisto.”

He frowns at your blunt tone. “Oh dear, is something wrong?”

You let my soulmate die. “Just tired.”

“I see; well, I have a favor to ask of you.” Mephisto points to a small cage sitting on the corner of his desk. “I’m afraid I don’t have the time to take care of my hamster.” Sitting between the cage and Mephisto, you notice a small green fluff ball for the first time. “Did you dye him?” Hamsters are supposed to come in green. “No, he’s one a billion. Can you believe the pet shop was going to throw him out because of his color? I just had to save him! But I’ve now realized I don’t have the time. “His name is Amaimon. He’s even got a small cowlick on his head that reminds me of my younger brother. So, I just had to name him Amaimon.”

You step closer to the hamster, reaching out. He hisses, warning you not to touch him halfway to him. Mephisto drops his hand, hitting the desk not far from where Amaimon is standing. “He won’t harm you; I think he’s just a little surprised.” His comment sounds more like a threat. “Anyway~ so here are all the supplies you need.”

“I didn’t agree to take him.”

“Well, it’s an order.”

“Huh?”

“I’m ordering you to take him.”

“Seriously? I’ve never had a hamster before. What if I accidentally kill him?”

“I assure you, you won’t kill him. So-“ He stands from the desk, grabbing the cage and hamster. “Take good care of him.” He demands, placing the cage in one of your hands and the hamster in the other.

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“Little Amaimon. What are you doing? You’re not supposed to eat that.” You sigh, watching your hamster stuff multiple candies in his mouth. You had panicked the first time, called the vet (who wasn’t much help), then Mephisto, who didn’t view it as a big deal. ‘If he gets sick, stop by my office with him; I’ll get a specialty vet if needed.’

He ignores you, of course, even going so far as to climb the candy bowl and drop into it. “You're contaminating my candy. You’re lucky I love you,” you huff, gently patting the little hamster on the head.

Not long later, there’s a knock on your door, Rin. You call for him to come in.

“You’re late, Rin. I have important things to do today.”

Rin kicks off his shoes, switching into the guest slippers. “I’m sorry, I got caught up in something. You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked.” He gently scolds as he steps into the living room.

“What’s that?” Rin points at your candy bowl, where little Amaimon is casually sitting.  “Oh, it’s my hamster, Amaimon. I’ve had him about a week now; isn’t he cute?” You pet his head affectionally.

Rin looks at you like you’re crazy. “Seriously? Amaimon? I thought you were over that stupid crush.”

Little Amaimon’s head pops up.

You frown at his words. “One: Mephisto named him. Two: It’s not just a stupid crush; I’m still mad at you for killing him.”

“Mephisto?”

“Yeah, apparently, he rescued little Amaimon from a pet shop but then realized he doesn’t have time to care for him.”

Rin raises a brow and reaches to pet the hamster’s head. Once Rin is close enough, Amaimon bites the finger coming towards him. “Ow!” “Right, I forgot to say he’s bitten everyone he’s come across except Mephisto and me. He even bit Shiemi yesterday.”

“You could’ve told me that before I tried to pet him!”

“You could’ve asked before you tried to pet him.”

“Right. Sorry. Anyway, you’re still going on about Amaimon?” Rin glances at the little hamster on the table. “The demon Amaimon.”

“Rin, he was so attractive; I swear it was love at first sight.” You sigh dramatically.

“I don’t think he even noticed you.”

You cover your heart, “Why do you have to be like that? You murdered the love of my life, and you’re going to be cruel and tell me something like that.” Rin gives you an unimpressed look. “Okay, sure. He didn’t notice me. But who’s fault is that? He didn’t have time to notice me because you murdered him.”

“_____, he would have murdered you.”

“He could murder this pussy.”

Rin’s expression twists in disgust, and just when you’re about to tell him you’re joking, kind of. There is a light sound of choking. “Amaimon!” Your eyes widen as your little hamster is choking on a piece of candy. “What do I do?” As you’re reaching out to him, he clears his throat. “Amaimon, you scared me!” The little hamster stares at you for an unsettling amount of time before jumping back into the candy dish.

“Maybe you shouldn’t feed him candy?”

“I don’t just feed him candy; he finds candy himself and eats it. I’m not actively giving him candy.” You frown, watching little Amaimon to make sure he’s safe. “Anyway, you said you need help with some homework, so pass it here.”

Another week goes by, and you’re on the way to see your friends with little Amaimon sitting on your shoulder. Throughout the last week, he seems to have become clingy. Squeaking at you as you’re getting ready to walk out the door. He squeaked at you again nonstop once you got home; the first two times were too much; he let you know he was angry with you for way too many hours after you returned home.

Once you arrive at the location, you see Shima is the first of your friends to come. He waves you over, and with your black jacket on, the little tuff of green fur really sticks out. “Oh hey, is that little Amaimon? Shiemi was talking about him.”  You sigh, nodding, petting his head. “Yeah, recently, I’ve had to bring him everywhere. Not sure why he’s become so clingy.”

“It doesn’t annoy you?”

“It helps take my mind off the fact Rin killed perfection.”

You talk about Amaimon any chance you get, going on about how attractive he is, how you could see your life flash before your eyes the moment you saw him—falling in love and having cute children who look just like him because who wouldn’t want their children to look like perfection?

Shima rolls his eyes. “It’s just a fleeting crush; you would’ve lost interest by now if he hadn't died.”

“Did you not see how hot he was? There’s no way I’d ever lose interest in someone like that. I’d do almost anything to get a chance to be with him, even if only an hour.”  

“Is this some kind of kink?” Shima laughs. “Cute little schoolgirl wanting the bad boy just to have his way with her.”  You scowl at him. “It’s not a kink, but also, yeah.” During your conversation, little Amaimon starts to nuzzle against your neck.

Shima laughs at the sight. “Maybe he thinks you’re talking about him.”

“You know, he’s starting to let others touch him now.” You grin, reaching up to gently pat little Amaimon’s head. “He’s so soft.”

“Can I pet him?”

“Of course. It shouldn’t be a problem. He even let a random guy pet him the other day.”

Shima grins brightly and leans forward to pet little Amaimon’s head. Without hesitating, Amaimon steps away from your neck, bites Shima hard, hisses at him, and then presses himself against your neck once more. “_____!” Shima whines, pulling his hand to his chest.

“I lied.” You shrug, patting Amaimon.

“No shit! That hurt.”

“He still doesn’t like others, but he’s becoming more affectionate with me.” Amaimon coos and nuzzles you as you speak.

Bon and Konekomaru join you two, hearing the last bit of the conversation. “Maybe he likes you. Have you thought about getting him a hamster friend?” Bon questions, eyeing the little hamster. He’s met little Amaimon a few times, and the hamster seems to hate him more each time they meet. He’s pretty certain the little hamster is glaring at him.

You hum in thought. “I don’t know; it’s nice to have his affection. But maybe you’re right. He might prefer another hamster. Wait, let me google it.” You open your phone and quickly search if hamsters should live with other hamsters. “Okay, well, you’re wrong. They fight, and sometimes it’s to the death. I will never let little Amaimon get hurt like that.”

Konekomaru gives you a curious look. “Why don’t you try searching if it’s normal for them to be affectionate with their owner.”

You scan the different results of Konekomaru’s suggestion. “From what I’m reading, it’s not normal for them to be as affectionate as Amaimon. That’s odd.” You remove little Amaimon from your shoulder, bringing him to eye level. “You’re too cute. I love you.”

“He’s weird.” Rin appears, side-eyeing Amaimon. He’s tried to befriend the little hamster multiple times, but Amaimon won’t have it. “Leave him alone, he’s amazing. I love him.”

Rin snorts. “Okay _____. You have bad taste in guys and hamsters.”

You scowl, stepping closer to Rin. “You’re just jealous.”

“Of what?” He steps forward.

“That little Amaimon doesn’t like you.” Another step.

“I don’t care.” Another step.

“If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have been trying to get him to warm up to you all week.” Amaimon hisses at Rin’s proximity to you, the hissing boarding a type of growl. Which hamsters are not supposed to be able to do, according to your research.  Weird, he must really hate Rin.

While you and Rin argue, you don’t notice the other girls step up. “She’s clearly using him as emotional support because she’s having trouble getting over the death of a demon who wasn’t even aware she existed.”  Izumo sighs.

Amaimon huffs to himself, sick of being around the damn exorcists, but he knows you won’t leave anytime soon. If that bastard didn’t look at you the way he does, he wouldn’t have to stay with you every time you leave the apartment. He glares at Bon from his place on your shoulder before nudging the edge of your shirt to tuck himself under it and rest against your skin so that the idiots won’t be in his sight.

Bon raises a brow. “Did he just tuck himself under your shirt?”

“Yeah, so? Leave him alone, he’s comfortable.” Little Amaimon’s sharp claws softly touch your side as he adjusts for a more comfortable position; you raise your hand to pat him softly.

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A month passes, and little Amaimon has become even more clingy; you hadn’t thought it was possible. You bought him some really nice tunnels that were kind of expensive. He glanced at them and completely ignored them. Other little items the internet swear hamsters will love you’ve purchased. Nope. He wants nothing to do with any of it. Now, he won’t even stay in his cage. He will squeak at you nonstop until you open the door and let him out. You called Mephisto about it; he just claimed Amaimon is more intelligent than other hamsters and maybe more like a dog. Or even a cat since he seems to hate most things. He recommended just letting little Amaimon have more freedom.

In the first month, he’d accept being in a cage on the other side of your bedroom, and then, starting in the second month, he started screaming at you until you understood he wanted to be beside your bed on the nightstand. After maybe a week of that, he started screaming at you again. He wanted out. He wanted to sleep on your nightstand without the cage.

By the third month, the cage is completely forgotten in a random corner. You’re certain if anyone found out about his intelligence, they’d take him from you and use him for experiments. But he doesn’t get free rein in the house because he’s almost always with you. If you have something important to do, he’ll stay wherever you put him until you take him elsewhere. You’ve set up a decently large area for him to hang out while you’re at school. It’s not like the cage he was first homed in, but it has barriers, so he has to stay in that living room area when you’re at school.

“Little Amaimon, please stay here while I shower.” You set the hamster on your nightstand and quickly shower, as Shiemi had invited you for dinner.  

Stepping out of the shower, irritation floods over you—you forgot your towel. Usually, your bathroom closet is stocked with fresh towels, but you completely forgot to stock it after washing. You attempt to dry off as best you can, using your hands to wipe the excess water from your body. Once you feel you won’t create a puddle on the floor, you step out of the bathroom and head toward a pile of towels draped over a chair across the room. As you cross the space, little Amaimon catches your eye. He’s perched on your bed, staring at you intently. "What’s wrong with you?" you ask the little hamster as you wrap a towel around yourself. You’ll check on him soon; he usually gazes at you like that to signal he wants something.

Once you’ve changed into something decent to meet up with Shiemi, you receive a call from someone else—your mom. 

“A date?” Little Amaimon’s head shoots up; he had been ignoring your conversation. “Yes! A date, I’ve heard so many nice things about Ryuji.” You scratch Amaimon’s little head and listen to your mom talk about how good of a young man Bon is; she isn’t wrong, however, “No, I don’t want to go on a date. I already like someone. I’m supposed to be meeting Shiemi, so I really don’t have time to go on about how Bon is only a friend.” You listen to her try to convince you for a couple more minutes. The whole time she speaks, you can only picture Amaimon. “Mom, I really have to go; I’ll call you later.”

You turn your head to little Amaimon, beginning to rant more to yourself. “It’s so annoying, but I can’t get Amaimon out of my mind. I hate saying it aloud, but it’s true he didn’t know I existed before he died; I only saw him for a moment, so why am I so hung up on him?” Little Amaimon flops on his stomach, listening to you complain. The moments from that night flash through your mind. “But he was so hot, and honestly, he took my breath away for a moment. I’m basically lusting over a ghost.” You blink, returning to reality, and your face burns red at how intensely little Amaimon is staring at you. You cover your face. “I can’t believe I can’t stop thinking about fucking a guy I only glanced at for a moment. What is wrong with me? Ugh, I don’t care. There was just something about him. I love him.” You glance at your watch. “Well, shit- how long have I just been going on about how much I love a dead guy to you? I’m going to be late. Let’s go, little Amaimon. You can stay in the living room; I won’t be gone for long. Bye, love you.” 

As soon as the house door clicks shut, Amaimon lets out a low growl of frustration. Easily breaking through the flimsy barriers you had put up, he scurries to the couch where you keep a landline phone for emergencies. He quickly dials a number and waits impatiently for an answer. “Hello? Miss ______?” Mephisto answers. “I want my human vessel.” Amaimon hisses. Usually, he’s more polite to his older brother, but he’s tired of listening to you go on and on about him, and he’s unable to react how he wants. With how you’ve been teasing him the last three months, and your mother is now attempting to push you into a relationship with Bon. He’ll make sure you never even humor the idea of another man when he’s done with you. “I’m afraid I’m busy this week, Amaimon. You’ll have to wait until next week.” Mephisto’s tone is filled with faux remorse. “Call me in a week.” 

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The following week for you is weird, little Amaimon refuses to let you leave anywhere alone. When you’d wake up for school, you’d find him sleeping on the pillow by your head. He climbs into your school bag, so you have to take him with you. It’s odd, and you aren’t sure how to react. Other than just letting him have his way, of course, you’ve googled it, and a lot of your answers were either he’s about to die, you’re about to die, or he can sense something horrible about to happen. While you don’t necessarily believe it, you take little Amaimon with you just to be safe.

But he also doesn’t like you spending time with your friends. Usually, he’d just ignore everyone and sleep unless they tried to touch him, but he didn’t allow anyone too close to you the whole week.

“Little Amaimon, I’m sorry, but you have to stay here.” You sigh, placing the little hamster in the little area you’ve set up for him in the living room. You wait for him to scream at you, but he doesn’t. He just watches you silently. That’s odd. But you don’t put too much thought into it, you’ll be late.

It’s long past the time you should have been home, and you’re concerned that little Amaimon might be hungry since you can't recall how much food he had before you left. “Finally, home,” you say, sighing as you remove your shoes and slip into your indoor slippers. “Amaimon, are you okay?” You hold your breath, waiting for a squeak or a scream to confirm that he’s not okay because you left him. But silence follows. As you enter the living room, you notice that one of the walls of his barrier has collapsed. Your heart sinks. “Little Amaimon?”

Initially, you proceed cautiously, examining every corner in search of him. You take deep breaths to hold back the tears. Your apartment is small; even with his petite size, there aren’t many places to hide, especially with his striking green fur. After a complete search of the apartment, you check the bed once more, carefully pulling back the sheets and lifting the pillows. He’s not there. A sob escapes as you start to search the house more frantically, remaining careful not to accidentally harm him if he’s somehow slipped by unnoticed. Yet, he’s not there. He’s gone.

You wake up sore the following day. You had slept on the floor because you were worried little Amaimon might need you and can’t get to you if you’re in the bed. But it was pointless because he’s still missing. As you get ready for school, you feel trudging through sand. Your limbs feel heavy, and you keep trying to find the little hamster, but he’s gone. You have to drag yourself out of the house; thankfully, Shiemi is already outside waiting for you, wearing a huge grin.

“Hi Shiemi.” You mumble weakly.

“I’m going to tell Rin today!”

Your eyes widened; you and Izumo had just talked about it with her last night. You give the best grin your body will allow while nodding. “That’s great, what will you say to him?”

As she shares what she wants to say, you just become more and more confused. “Wait, really?” You had been expecting her to be ready to confess to Rin, not whatever the hell she is going to tell him. “But isn’t high school the perfect time to fall in love- ah, never mind. You’re right. If you want to become stronger first, then good.”

“Thanks! Wait, where is little Amaimon?” She gives you a curious glance; the tiny green hamster is usually on your shoulder.

Tears that you hoped to hold back begin to fall. “I-I don’t know. He- it doesn’t matter. I probably just overlooked him.” You wipe your eyes as you talk. “I’m sure I can find him when I get home.” You keep quiet about the hours you spent searching for him last night and a significant part of this morning. “Let’s go; we don’t want to be late for school.” You smile despite the tears flowing. 

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“Shiemi, I’m going to go ahead and get to class, okay?” Normally, you would’ve walked with her to be moral support with Rin, but you just don’t have it in you; your whole body hurts, and your eyes burn from rubbing them too much. You wave over your shoulder, not listening to her telling you she’ll see you later. Once in your class, you drop your head to the desk, trying to think of places you might’ve accidentally missed while looking for your hamster.

Classmates start trickling in; you don’t acknowledge any of them, keeping your head down, even as someone sits next to you. Did you maybe accidentally left the door cracked open? Leaving some treats outside your door might help. Why hadn’t you thought about this before getting to school? Your seatmate pokes your shoulder, and you raise your hand in greeting but don’t bother lifting your head. Too engrossed in ideas of how to find little Amaimon.  Your seatmate leans closer, lowering their voice to a whisper.

“So, murder your pussy?”

Your eyes snap open; why does that voice sound familiar? Quickly, you sit up, snapping your head to the left. The person next to you arches an eyebrow, a lollipop dangling from his mouth. “Anything else I can do for you, ______?”

“W-what? Wait. Amaimon?” Your hands start to shake. “You’re alive? Wait, what are you talking about? How do you know me?”

“Hmmm? You’ve been taking care of me the last three months.”

You stare long and hard before it clicks. Mephisto can turn into a white dog. Did that bastard give you his brother? This whole time, you’ve been living with Amaimon. He was there for everything; you said so many things that you would’ve never said to him if you had known he was there. 

“You heard everything.” You groan, dropping your head to the table. He had been with you twenty-four-seven for three months. “Yes.”

You don’t even know how to wrap your head around this: the demon that you’ve fallen for, who is supposed to be dead, is alive and has been your pet hamster for the last three months? 

Wait, your head snaps up. He’s seen me naked. All the times you’ve changed with him casually sitting in your room.

.

.

.

.

.

“Bye.” You stand, but the demon beside you is faster, gripping your wrist and pulling you back into the seat. “Sit down.”

“I suddenly remember I have something important to do.”

“No, you don’t.”

You sink into your chair, having a million questions but too embarrassed to ask any of them. His hand is still wrapped around your wrist. You can’t look at him, which is a shame because, from the one glance you did get, he looks so much better than you remembered.

His grip tightens on your wrist. “You’re not getting away from me. Three months.” He growls in your ear.

Is he angry that you’ve been treating him like a hamster for three months? But Mephisto had told you, you would have been more than happy to take him in knowing the truth.

“I’m sorry-“

Amaimon grips the front of your uniform, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "For three months, while I was trapped in that vessel, unable to act, you’ve been teasing me. Now that I finally have this vessel back, we’re going to make up for those last three months I couldn’t touch you.”

“What?”

“That’s what you want, right?” He leans closer, running his claws along your thigh. “We can go home now. Who cares if we miss a few classes.” Despite his words, his tone makes him sound bored. Honestly, you want nothing more than to jump on him, exclaim your love, and, let’s be honest, let him have his way with you. However, you’re in the middle of a classroom, and this is a shock. “Wait, I need answers. How are you here? Why would Mephisto want me to take care of you for three months? I don’t understand.”

He stares blankly at you and obviously doesn’t care to share all the details with you. “Big brother said I could have my freedom if I follow the rules as a student.” 

“Okay, and why were you a hamster in my home for three months?”

He refuses to answer.

Fine. “Leaving class early is against the rules.”

Amaimon pulls away from you and glares. “Also, I’ve got a test in chemistry this afternoon that I can’t miss.”

His glare doesn’t soften; he doesn’t care if you have a test. You’ve been teasing him for three months now.

“If we leave now, you’ll only have gone to one class; I don’t think Mephisto would consider that rule-abiding.”

Still glaring.

“What’s your schedule?”

“We have the same schedule.”

“Huh?”

“Big brother agreed to give me the same schedule as you.”

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Your friends are standing tensely in the hallway, watching Amaimon’s back as he walks to class. “We need to find _____ to warn her Amaimon is back. I know she’s been talking about falling for him, but she thinks he's dead and he’s a stranger to her. There’s no telling if she’ll act like an idiot and get herself killed or be realistic.” Bon takes the position of a leader. “For the lunch break, someone will just have to be outside her classroom waiting for her.”

Shiemi mentions, "When I saw _____ this morning, she looked very upset; she was crying. She told me it would be okay, but her hamster is missing, so she’s really sad today.”

Bon grimaces. “If she’s completely torn up over her hamster. Her actions might reflect that, and she might do something stupid. I wonder if we can keep her oblivious about Amaimon for at least a week.” He clinches his fist.

“So, who should meet her in the classroom.” 

“I can.” Bon stands firmly. 

Shima throws an arm over Bon’s shoulder. “Aw, gonna be her knight in shining armor? She might even need a hug.” 

Bon’s firm expression starts to break as his face reddens. “Shut up, we’re just friends!”

“Yeah, but when she actually meets Amaimon, there’s no way she’d like him. You can swoop in.”

“Shut up,” Bon growls through gritted teeth. 

The class before lunch seems to take forever for him; he can barely focus; he has to get to you before you run into Amaimon and get your heart broken. 

When the bell finally rings, Bon taps his fingers anxiously, waiting for the teacher to dismiss them. Once he does, Bon jumps from his seat and runs; you’re only a few doors down. He can grab you, and you’ll be safe.

He feels a wave of horror as he spots Amaimon in the doorway of your classroom. Maybe you don’t realize who he is. He’s having to use an alias; he doesn’t know who you are, so he wouldn’t tell you. right? Bon grits his teeth, contemplating the best course of action. Things take a turn for the worse when he realizes Amaimon is speaking to someone. Of course, it’s you. 

“______!” Bon runs forward, attempting to put himself between you and Amaimon. “How are you? I thought maybe we could walk to meet everyone together.” He grins, hoping you’re unaware the person behind him is Amaimon. 

“Sorry, I know I usually do. But I’ve got plans today.”

Bon watches you closely. You still haven’t referred to him as Amaimon; surely, you’d be really giddy or upset about him turning you down if you were aware. He can still help you. “Neither of us has the class after lunch, right? I heard you lost your hamster. Maybe I could return to your apartment with you to find your hamster during the break?” He suggests, knowing you don’t live that far from campus.

Bon feels a heavy weight in his heart as you shake your head. “Actually, I’m having lunch with him," you say, gesturing discreetly toward Amaimon without mentioning his name. It's clear Bon is aware, and he probably knows you’re aware. But you don’t want to be the first to say it. 

Amaimon's eyes narrow into a fierce glare as he forcefully shoves Bon away from you, a protective instinct surging through him. "Don’t get close to her; she’s mine," he growls, lifting his arm, his fist swinging toward Bon with a forceful intent. You instinctively flinch at the sharp sound of their impact, the crack echoing in your ears, but the shock renders you momentarily paralyzed, your heart racing. Bon stumbles back, a look of disbelief mixed with fury etching across his face as he clutches his jaw, grimacing in pain while shooting deadly glares at Amaimon. 

Bon is aware that Amaimon is holding back; he assumes that it is because of orders from Mephisto not to hurt other students. He watches, eyes narrowed, as Amaimon grabs your wrist. “Let’s go.”

You glance over your shoulder at Bon; he’s standing and just glaring at Amaimon’s back. Amaimon must not have hit him as hard as it first seemed because Bon is standing straight, tightened fists by his sides.

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“You said you’re supposed to follow the rules.” You’re sitting on a picnic table bench with your back against the table. With his body pressed against yours, he’s basically in your lap at this point. “Big brother didn’t say this was against the rules.” His lips hover over yours for a brief moment before meeting yours. It’s not a sweet, innocent first kiss like you had imagined your first kiss to be. Amaimon’s lips feel warm and insistent, and when his tongue brushes against your lower lip, you freeze, unsure how to react. Without warning, he pulls at your hair, prompting a gasp from you and allowing him entry. The sweetness of candy still lingers on his tongue as it navigates your mouth. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more.

"What the hell are you doing to her?!" You stop in your tracks, recognizing the voice instantly. But Amaimon keeps his grip on you, tugging harshly at your hair to get your attention back. He loosens his hold slightly, giving you a chance to catch your breath, but when you try to sneak a glance at Bon, Amaimon grabs onto your jaw tightly. “Look at me. Only me.”

"Let her go." Bon's voice is cold and firm.

Amaimon releases his grip on your hair and jaw, but he doesn't let you go just yet. You can feel his irritation pulsing off him in waves. 

Rin and the others appear behind Bon, all taking defensive students. Rin snaps. "Let her go, or else." Which makes zero sense to you. 

“Stop!” You glare at Rin. “What are you even talking about? I’m perfectly fine with this.” Have they been living under a rock? You’ve spoken about Amaimon almost nonstop, and they’re acting surprised you’re in his arms now, and they’re acting like you’re a victim. This is exactly where you’ve wanted to be since seeing the demon king.

Bon snaps at you. “Don’t be stupid! You don’t want to be with him.” He yells. “You’re letting your stupid hormones affect your common sense.” 

“I don’t care. There’s nothing wrong with it, as you said, hormones, it’s normal.” 

Shima raises a brow. “Wanting to fuck a demon king is definitely not normal.” 

Bon turns to Shima. “Seriously? Shut up.”

Shima rolls his eyes. “That’s what you’re talking about.” 

You glance at poor Shiemi, who looks like her head might explode. “Stop being vulgar in front of Shiemi.” 

Amaimon pulls a lollipop from his pocket and pops it in his mouth. “Let’s go.” He grabs your arm and pulls you away from everyone else. 

“______!”

You lift a hand to wave at them without looking back. “I’m more than fine.” 

The demon king has you questioning if he’s part succubus as you’re pushed against a random wall, his lips attached to your throat, occasionally leaving small bites. “We shouldn’t be doing this at school.” He hums in agreement. “Yes, let’s go home then.” 

“We still have three classes.” 

His claws push against your thigh, teasingly moving his hand up your skirt. “But I thought you didn’t want to do this at school?” He whispers in your ear, gently biting it. 

As Amaimon's hand trails up your thigh, you can feel yourself blushing and growing more flustered. Again, you give a weak excuse about being in school, but he simply nods and reaches into his pocket. At first, you think he's grabbing another lollipop, but instead, he pulls out a key. "What is the key to?" 

“Our apartment.” He murmurs against your lips before kissing you again, deeply; the magical key opens the door to your living room while his hands slowly glide up your skirt, gripping the waistband of your underwear. As you respond to his touch, he suddenly pulls away and drops his hands to his sides. He glances at the door nonchalantly, saying, "If you don't want to." He reaches to close the door, but you quickly stick your foot out to stop it. Your face flushes red with embarrassment. “Are you part succubus? I can miss half a day. But how are you going to explain to Mephisto since you promised him, you’ll be a good student?” 

“Having sex with you in our apartment rather than in the hallway is what a student who follows the rules would do.” His lips meet yours once more as he guides you inside, shutting the door with his foot.

“You keep saying ‘our apartment.’” 

“Yes, I’ve been living here for the last three months; why wouldn’t it be my apartment?” he questions, shrugging off his blazer and carelessly tossing it onto the couch. His hands immediately find their way back to you as he kicks off his boots, his mouth hot against your throat. He waits, kissing and nibbling your skin until you remove your shoes. But he doesn't give you a chance to switch to indoor shoes. When the shoes are off, he lifts you, making you wrap your legs around his waist. 

He carries you to your bedroom and drops you on the bed, smirking. “I finally get to murder your pussy.” Your face burns at the reminder once again. You have a feeling he’s not going to let you live that down anytime soon. “Stop.” You whine, covering your face in embarrassment. “I’m going to remind you every time we have sex for the rest of our lives.” 

You have many questions about that statement, but bite your tongue, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Amaimon reaches for your blazer, quickly undoing all the buttons and removing the shirt. You aren’t sure how he’s so fast without damaging your clothes, but he’s just as quick in removing the rest of your clothing. “Don’t.” He narrows his eyes as your hands instinctively move to cover your chest. “Why are you acting shy? I’ve seen you like this multiple times,” he reminds you. “I should tie you to this bed for at least a week after how you teased me for three months.”

“That’s not fair; I didn’t know you were the hamster.” You whine, fighting the urge to cover yourself. 

“Don’t worry, because you’re a virgin, I won’t tie you down this time.” He stares at you blankly.

“How do you know I’m a virgin?!” 

“You told that purple-haired girl you’re going to die a virgin because I was dead.” 

“Oh.” Your eyes widened; you had invited Shiemi and Izumo to your house for a small study group, and like always, you were able to get in a few comments about Amaimon. “I was joking.” 

“Sure.” 

“I was.” 

“Right.” 

“I was!” 

Amaimon shrugs, sitting to your side as he lifts his hands to his shirt, undoing each button. “Okay. It doesn’t matter because I’m going to-” 

“If you say what I think you’re about to say, I will kick you.” 

“Okay, don’t be that vulgar around another man again; I don’t care if you are talking about me.”

“Another man? Does that mean I can be vulgar with you?”

He raises a brow. “Sure, but you get flustered over that comment; I can’t imagine you will be vulgar with me anytime soon.”

“What? I can totally be vulgar- wait, that sounds weird.” You glance at Amaimon and notice he’s covered his face. “Are you laughing at me?”

“Yes.” Amaimon gets off the bed, dropping the shirt to the floor, along with his pants and underwear.

Your gaze travels across his body. Honestly, you feel your mouth water at the sight of his toned muscles. You let your eyes drop below his waist; your breath hitches in your throat. He’s stunning. Every part of him visible is flawless, and suddenly, you become more aware of your own body. You cover your breasts with one hand while trying to shield your womanhood with the other.

A low growl comes from Amaimon, and you’re pinned to the bed, arms pinned on either side of your head. “I told you not to cover yourself. I will tie your arms.”

“You look perfect, and I look—” you shrug; while you’re not unattractive, it’s difficult to envision anyone else matching his beauty. “Beautiful.” Amaimon leans in, pressing his hardness against your thigh, his face expressionless just before he bends down to kiss you.

You notice something odd behind him when he pulls away from the kiss. “What’s that?” 

He blinks, confused by your question.

“That.” You point at it again. 

Amaimon glances behind him, not seeing anything. “What is what?” 

“Is that your tail?”

“Oh. Yes.” 

“Can I touch it?”

“No.” 

“Oh.” 

Amaimon smirks, moving his tail to wrap around your thigh. “Yes, you can touch it.” 

Forgetting that you’re naked, you sit up, pushing the demon back. “It’s so cute, I love it.” You reach for the tail, gently running your fingers along it from the base to the fluffy tip.

Amaimon humors you and your interest in his tail a moment longer before he pushes you back against the bed, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is intense and passionate and leaves you breathless. Amaimon’s hands roam over your body, his claws gently running along your skin until reaching your breasts; carefully, he palms your breasts, careful not to hurt you with his claws. 

He pulls away from the kiss, his lips tracing a path down your neck and over your collarbone, leaving behind a trail of delicate kisses and nibbles. He pauses at your breast, swirling his tongue around the areola before taking your hardened nipple into his mouth. The other breast receives the same attention before he moves even lower, pausing at your hips. 

With a low growl, Amaimon's hands slid beneath your waist, pulling you closer to his lips. He traced kisses down the length of your thigh, pausing to bite your skin gently. He pauses, glancing up at you with a blank stare as you begin to squirm slightly under him. “What’s wrong _____? Is there something you want?” 

When you don’t answer, he parts your thighs, staring long enough that you start to squirm more. “Amaimon, you’re being weird. Don’t just stare at me.” You complain, attempting to close your legs. “Okay.” Using a knuckle, he guides it along your sensitive folds, with his eyes returning to your face. 

“Amaimon.” You whine. He’s just barely applying enough pressure so you can feel a bit of pleasure. 

“What?” 

“Don’t be an asshole.”

He pushes his knuckle a bit past your folds, collecting some of your slick, then bringing it to his face. He keeps eye contact with you, and he licks it clean. “I asked you if there is something you want. Answer me.”

“I want you.” 

“You have me.” 

“Amaimon!” 

“You have to be more specific ______.” He speaks monotone while using his knuckle to collect more of your slick. “Your body is reacting so nicely to me.” He places his knuckle in his mouth. “You taste great.”

“Please.” 

He stares, showing no emotions. 

“Amaimon.” You groan. “Fine! Please, eat me out.” You quickly cover your face in embarrassment when you realize what you said. 

Your face is still hidden when you feel his breath against your entrance. Gently, he opens your legs and presses his mouth against you, sliding his tongue from your opening all the way up to your sensitive nub. Your hands clench the sheets beneath you, your knuckles turning white as you grip them tightly. The sensations are overwhelming, and you cannot hold back crying his name.

Amaimon's eyes are locked onto your face, his expression a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as he continues his ministrations. He enjoys the power he wields over you in this moment. His tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes, alternating between gentle flicks and deep thrusts of his tongue. You can feel the tension inside you coiling like a tight spring about to snap. Unable to bear it much longer, you run your hands through his hair, tugging him closer to him, chasing your pleasure.  

Amaimon hums in satisfaction, his tongue lazily flicking against your sensitive nub as he draws out your orgasm.

Finally, the wave of pleasure crashes over you, your body shaking violently as Amaimon's name leaves your lips once more. He lifts his head, his mouth glistening with your arousal. He licks his lips slowly, savoring your taste before leaning down to capture your lips in a possessive kiss.

As you recover from your orgasm, you feel Amaimon's body pressing against yours, his erection still hard and ready. You reach down to touch him, but he stops your hand.

"No," he replies flatly. "I’ve waited three months; I want to be inside you." He leans in for another kiss, “Are you ready?” He whispers against your lips, running his erection against your folds for lubrication. 

You glance down at his member before looking back into his eyes. He’s not small, and you’re worried about pain. “You’ll be gentle, right?” 

“For your first time? Yes.” 

He lowers his head, bringing you into another passionate as his erection slowly enters you; the sensation is intense but not painful. Amaimon's lips are gentle as he nips your lower lip and kisses you more tenderly. “Does it hurt?” He braces himself, not wanting to move until you’re comfortable. “No, it’s okay.” 

Slowly, he starts to move within you, his thrusts steady and deep. As he continues his ministrations, Amaimon's golden gaze never leaves yours, his movements slow and deliberate. Watching carefully to make sure you’re still comfortable before increasing the pace.

As the intensity of his thrusts increases, you pull him closer, your arms wrapped tightly around his body. “Amaimon, faster.” 

"Faster?" he repeats. "Is that what you want?" His eyes locked onto yours, his golden gaze burning into your soul. 

"Yes!" you gasp, your heart pounding in your chest. "Faster!" 

Amaimon complies, his hips moving with a fierce intensity that takes your breath away. With each thrust, the tension builds until it feels like it may burst. You hold onto his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his skin as you arch your back to meet his movements. 

He keeps his eyes locked with yours while moving his hand between you, mindful of his sharp claws. He uses a knuckle to stimulate your clit, the sensation combined with him being inside you is what pushes you over the edge.

You cry out his name as your second orgasm crashes over you. Your body shakes as he continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming more erratic and urgent. 

As you moan with pleasure, Amaimon watches your face intently. He tightens his grip on your hips and thrusts into you more forcefully, feeling his own release approaching. His teeth graze against your neck, and he bites down. The sharp feeling of pain from his bite is mixed with the pleasure from your last orgasm; you dig your nails into his back at the feeling. 

With a deep growl, Amaimon shuts his eyes, and his muscles tense before releasing inside of you. He holds onto you tightly until the sensation passes. 

You both lay there, panting and basking in the afterglow. Amaimon's golden eyes soften as he gazes at your flushed face. He pulls out of you carefully, concerned about any discomfort it might cause. 

“Are you okay?" he asks, gently stroking your hair away from your face.

You nod, unable to speak momentarily as you catch your breath. "So, that was fun," you manage to say, a smile playing on your lips.

Amaimon gives you a deadpan stare. “Glad you enjoyed it.” 

You sit up, slightly wobbly, and reach for a tissue to clean up. "Thanks for being gentle," you glance around the room awkwardly, unsure what to do now. 

“You should rest; I won’t be as gentle next time.” 

“Next time?” 

“Tonight, if you get some rest now.”