#supply and demand and all that lmao

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if you're not on the Air Buds app (shows what your friends are listening to and I'm pretty sure it works across multiple listening platforms) you should, it's a fun time. sometimes you get consentually roasted

[jjunieworld]

THE UNDERGROUND ˒˒ 최연준

the night that your boyfriend came home from his underground boxing gig with bloody knuckles, a split lip, and a black eye was when you knew things had to change for the good.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ choi yeonjun x fem!reader 𓄵 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 none!

genre﹙📄﹚⸝⸝⸝ established relationship, some angst, smut, underground boxer!yeonjun, ballerina!reader, boxer au, yeonjun has red hair hehe, boxing inaccuracies

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ unprotected sex, oral (m. rec) / deep throating, soft dom!yeonjun, creampie, cumshots / facial, slight hair pulling, riding, soft-ish sex overall honestly, mentions of bloodied wounds and bruises (black eye)

kipo’s note ‎⸝⸝⸝ literally immediatelyyy wrote this as i ate dinner lmao, but guys yeonjun’s mixtape!!! i’m so excited!! (ﾉ＾◡＾)ﾉ i can already tell it’s gonna be so so good, so this is in celebration of it before i post his birthday fic hehe ^^ i hope that you enjoy!! ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ︵͡ 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 (⌒‿⌒)♡

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yeonjun came home mere minutes after you did. you were sitting at your small dining room table in the dark, the only light provided in the room coming from the stove light. you sighed deeply as you went over this month’s bills.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you heard yeonjun say, followed by a low wince. you swirled around in the chair, eyes widening as you took in the scene before you.

yeonjun had a blackening eye, a split bloody lip, and bloodied knuckles. he was still in his boxing apparel with a jacket hanging limply from his shoulders. you stood from your seat, hands flying to your mouth.

“oh my god, what happened?!”

you rushed to him, examining his wounds and bruises. yeonjun lifted one of his hands in yours to cup your cheek. “it’s nothing. just some guys who got mad that they didn’t win the match.” he tried to give you a comforting smile, but his brows knitted together from the pain of it.

a deep sigh emitted from you again as you brought him to the dining table and pushed him down in the chair you were previously sitting in. “where?” you demanded as you dug through a kitchen drawer for the first-aid kit. once you found it, you sat it down on the table in front of yeonjun.

“the alleyway outside of the building…” yeonjun trailed.

“the alleyw—” you cut yourself off as you ran you hands down your face as you shook your head. you walked to the bathroom for the hydrogen peroxide and when you came back to the dining table yeonjun was looking over the bills. there was a large wad of cash next to where you placed the first-aid kit.

you started to get the supplies out to clean his wounds when he spoke up again. “i won, baby! aren’t you proud?” he smiled up at you while leaning back in the chair. you couldn’t help the smile that started to grow on your face, and his grew with yours, but you quickly steadied your features as you tried to be serious.

“you better have made it hurt,” you said firmly, the smile growing again ever so slightly. you took the soaked cotton ball and dabbed it on his lip to clean it.

“if you think i look bad, you should see the other guys.”

“good,” you spoke as you finished. you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as worry spread across your face.

loosening the tight bun your hair was in, you moved on to yeonjun’s bloody knuckles. “you can’t keep doing this, yeonjun. we need to figure something else out.” you pulled the cotton ball away from his knuckles slightly as he winced, body lightly jolting from the pain. the worry deepened on your face as you waited a moment before cleaning again. “you can’t keep getting hurt like this. what if something worse happened than some bloody knuckles, a split lip, and a black eye?” you continued.

yeonjun looked down as you started to wrap his knuckles. you knew he was doing all he could for the two of you, and you appreciated his efforts immensely, but what if this opponent harmed him more than he was? what if instead of sitting in front of you right now, he was still in that alley lying on the ground bloodied as rain fell around him? you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if he were to ever get seriously hurt—you loved him too much.

“i know,” yeonjun said sullenly, “i promise we can figure something else out in the morning.” you put the first-aid stuff away and he grabbed your face so you looked at him. “i promise,” he repeated firmly.

you nodded and he dragged his thumbs across your cheeks comfortingly before gently placing his lips onto yours. you quickly pulled away, “your lip!”

“doesn’t hurt,” yeonjun replied, kissing you again. “i have a good nurse.”

he turned towards the wad of cash on the table. “i can finally get you those pointe shoes you’ve been needing, and we’ll still have a lot left over.” yeonjun turned back to you and smiled.

you shook your head as you smiled at him, “you are ridiculous!” yeonjun laughed, placing his forehead against yours. “ridiculous, but completely worth it.”

yeonjun pulled away, his eyes sparkling from the stove light. “now, are you gonna show me how proud you are?” he asked lowly. your smile grew.

“if your lip splits open more you’re cleaning it yourself,” you replied.

soon, clothes were discarded all over your shared living room. yeonjun’s arms were spread out across the back of the couch, head thrown back as pretty moans floated from his parted lips. you were between his open legs, warm mouth wrapped around his big, thick cock. your head bobbed up and down and you hollowed your cheeks as you took more of him into your mouth, hands wrapped around his length that you couldn’t reach.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—” yeonjun inhaled sharply as his hips thrusted up. you gagged, unprepared for the more length that suddenly went down your throat. “s-shit, baby, gonna cum!” yeonjun said through a strangled moan.

smiling through your watery eyes, your tongue circled the tip of his flushed cock. yeonjun hung his head towards you, face twisted in pleasure. you dragged your tongue across his slit before pulling your mouth off his cock in a lewd ‘pop!’

you then stroked his length with both of your hands, aiding him towards his oncoming release. yeonjun dug his fingers into the couch cushions as his hips thrusted up again, breathing falling heavily from his mouth. a deep whine was pulled from him before his warm, white cum splattered all over your face and tits.

giggling softly, you pumped him a few more times to help him ride out his high as he slumped back onto the couch. the rest of his load spilled down your hands until you were sure he was milked dry. “feel better?” you asked quietly as you got from your knees and leaned towards him, hands splayed across his thighs to hold yourself up. yeonjun nodded, eyes cracking open to smile at you.

“c’mere,” he said in a hushed voice and grabbed your hips. yeonjun pulled you onto him so you straddled him, his lips attaching to yours in a heated kiss—disregarding his recent release still on your face. he pulled away to grab his still hard cock, stroking it a couple times. the wet sounds filled the air around you and you stood on your knees to sink down onto him.

the two of you moaned loudly as you sunk down fully. you felt completely full of him and the feeling alone could’ve sent you right over the edge. you gripped the tips of his bright red hair glowing from the lights coming through the open blinds in your apartment that the two of you forgot to shut and pulled to pull his head back. you sloppily kissed him, completely forgetting about the fact that his lip was split.

you rolled your hips towards him, moaning against his mouth, as your eyes squeezed shut. yeonjun’s fingers dug into your hips as you moved them more and settled on a pace you liked.

obscene sounds emitted from the two of you as you rocked closer and closer to your orgasm. moans spilled from your lips against yeonjun’s and your brows furrowed. “j-jjunie—” you moaned. his hands traveled to your waist, pulling you against him as he rocked his hips up in time with yours.

that completely sent you over the edge—and seemingly yeonjun as well as the two of you came together at the same time. body shaking, you whimpered as your mixed cum poured out of you and down his cock, creating a mess underneath you. you sighed blissfully, wrapping your arms around yeonjun’s neck and resting your head on his shoulder.

after you both calmed down from your shared high, you said softly, “if you come home with any more cuts and bruises i’m gonna kick your ass, understand?” yeonjun laughed, hand rubbing up and down your back as he nodded.

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[spxllcxstxr]

Mornings • S

(Gif not mine)

Request: Hello✨ I would like to ask a morning routine with Silco (head cannons or fanfic or a little bit of both, whatever you’re comfortable with, I don’t mind). Just describe how his routine changed after s/o appeared in his life or someone like this. With the best wishes and patiently waiting for the answer 🌚🫰-- anon

Summary: Silco adjusts to no longer living alone

Warnings: gn!reader raised in the undercity, established relationship though first time living with each other, food/drink mention, reformed bachelor silco doesn't know what breakfast is nor self-care lmao

Word Count: 962

A.N: Wrote this with young silco in mind because, let's be honest here, he's a bit more put together than his older self lmao. I'm also a sucker for longterm love so like, this is the first of many mornings you would experience with him ykwim lmao, first time writing silco! Enjoy!!!

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The palm of Silco's hand is warm against your skin when your eyes open. It's still dark outside but the murky green hue of his bedroom windows offer you dim light.

Deep snores and faint whimpers emit from the man next to you, dark brows furrowed in his sleep. You dip your head down to kiss his forehead, hand running through his long hair at the same time. The tension eases from his pale face almost instantaneously. You smile at his sleeping form, now finally peaceful.

Moments later you quietly shift the covers from over top your body, placing Silco's hand beside him as well. He shifts at your movement, the mattress springs creaking underneath his bodyweight.

Growing up in the Undercity stressed the importance of rationing and saving food, meaning the three square meals a day the citizens of Piltover were used to were normally cut out altogether. Since then, however, Zaun’s food supply and imports had drastically improved and that along with your decent job wages, meals like breakfast had become important to you.

Cooking for two would be a change, certainly, but a welcomed one.

The chill in the air engulfs you as you move from the bedroom to the kitchen, which causes a slight shiver to move down your spine.

Yawning, you flick the light switch on. The sharpness of the yellow-white overhead light in the kitchen causes you to wince. The contrast of the brightness, or lack thereof, forces you to wake up a bit faster than you wished.

The light reveals a cluttered kitchen—not cluttered with pots and pans, but with various pieces of scrap metal and rusted screws. The counterspace is littered with schematics and maps of both Piltover and the Undercity.

Silco was usually a tidy man, his space at the Last Drop was well organized along with all of the other tiny rooms in the apartment. Clearly, the kitchen was not a space he frequented enough for his attention to be drawn to it.

Cracking your knuckles, you start shifting things over and away from the stovetop. You take everything flamible and place it precariously on an equally messy table.

After rummaging through the icebox, you discover a carton of mostly cracked or broken eggs, which were better than nothing. Getting straight to the point, you bring them over to the counterspace near the stovetop, which you light with one of Silco's lighters. The fire crackles to life, heating the pan above it.

"What in the world are you doing?"

You look behind you, pan still in hand. Silco stands behind you, leaning against the threshold to the little kitchen. His long dark hair hands loosely over his shoulders, fringe dangling messily over his face. Silco yawns, exhaustion still hanging over him.

The simplicity of his figure is a lot more attractive than it realistically should be. A red shirt is tight over his slim frame, causing your face to heat up. You're tempted to forego breakfast altogether in favor for grabbing your boyfriend by the hand and dragging him back to bed. He just looks that good.

But your stomach grumbles and your routine demands to be followed so you push that thought to the back of your mind, determined to act on it later.

His blue eyes take in the sight before him, you, still clad in your sleepwear with a small flame haphazardly lit underneath a small pan he doesn't recognize. Silco's brows are quirked up in confusion.

"Good morning to you too, darling..." You tease, rolling your eyes. Silco smirks, making your heart skip another beat. "And I'm making breakfast. Like a normal person."

"Breakfast? This kitchen hasn't seen the light of day since I've holed up here." His voice is raspy and deeper than usual. Blue eyes quickly scan over the room before landing back on your own. "As you could probably tell."

You nod in agreement, turning back to the task in front of you and the questionable carton of eggs off to the side.

"And I've been eating breakfast for years, so that's going to change now that I'm here."

"Is that so?" His voice is laced with a teasing curiosity that draws him towards you.

Silco stands behind you, breath just barely tickling the back of your neck. You feel his eyes carefully following your hands as they crack eggs on the edge of the pan. Steam rises as they sizzle against the hot surface.

You hum as you watch the whites of the egg turn opaque. It isn't any song in particular, just something you vaguely remember hearing at sone point in your life.

"I'm not used to this, dearest; this...domesticity," Silco mutters in your ear, this tip of his nose brushing against the sensitive skin of the crook of you neck.

"Maybe that's why you're so skinny." You tease, leaning into his touch. Briefly your eyelids flutter shut before returning to the unpredictable stovetop.

"Hm, maybe so." You feel his small smile against your skin. "If we were running on my routine, we'd already be out the door with a lukewarm coffee in hand."

With the eggs finished, you scrape them onto a freshly rinsed plate with a vaguely spatula-shaped item. Shopping for at least some sort of kitchen utensils was something you needed to do in order to make this place livable for someone other than your beloved Silco.

"Well this is your new routine, dear," You reply, placing a kiss to his cheek. "And you will love it."

With one hand placed on his waist and the other holding onto the plate of breakfast, you smile, almost like you're asking for him to challenge you on this. Instead, his eyes settle on your yours, signature smirk growing.

"I'm sure I will."

•

[xoxochb]

Hellooo

may I please request a pt 2 of 'kiss it better' like maybe after that they had a tradition of kissing each other's wounds (maybe after tending them too) and they end up just how they started — making out, biting at each other's lips??

orrr! could you do something similar with jason?

thank you for reading! hope you have a great day!

— mature, collected, and sensible ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

★ - “but if you want my kisses I’ll be your perfect missus till the day that one of us dies”

warnings: making out, established relationship, reader is implied to work in the infirmary so she’s probably an apollo kid, I wrote this in like five minutes lolsies, and I got way to carried away with this… LMAO pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader

part one

“I need you to walk away from me. preferably right now” with an armful of medical supplies, you drop them down on nearby counter for only a moment so you could begin organizing them back into their original spots. percy, however, does not listen to your demand and continues following you like a lost puppy

“but I’m injured! I’m bleeding out, you’re going to let me die?”

“percy-” you discard the supplies and turn around facing him. angrily, you grab your boyfriends hand and drag him to a bed and instruct him to sit down as you gather the required supplies to fix his injury— which was simply a paper cut on his finger

“can I have a superman bandaid?”

you throw down the DC bandaid box and pick up a barbie pack instead. you look around until you find the perfect one, ripping it open and placing it around his wounded finger

“malibu beach barbie. right up your alley”

he pouts. “I can’t walk around camp with a barbie bandaid!”

“you should’ve thought about that before acting like a dumbass”

“okay… wow” he mumbles absentmindedly “so where’s my kiss?”

“you—” you groan in frustration, taking his finger to place a peck over the bandaid

“and…” he points to his lips now. you sigh when he grabs your waist to pull you onto the bed to straddle him. what a fucking bitch he is. nonetheless, you swiftly connect your lips with his, once and twice. when you attempt to pull away he tangles one hand securely in your hair to assure you can’t move from this position. the kiss (es) are utterly dizzying, like almost he had purposely cut himself so he could visit you and earn a kiss as an indication of sympathy from you. what’s even worse is that you give into him with similar force. you let him slide a hand underneath your shirt, digging his fingers into your skin, instantly having you arch into his touch

and as you suspected, he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, eliciting a moan from you and a pool of crimson to drip between the both of you. with this, his tongue runs over the new cut, absorbing all the blood he had made pour out. it stings terribly, yet the pain is soothing and you allow him to continue doing so. you feel his light smile along your lips as your nails dig into his biceps to steady yourself atop him, he enjoys the reactions he’s able to evoke from you so easily

“percy we—” your cut off by your own guttural moan as his tongue slides fully into your mouth to prevent you from finishing whatever you wanted to say. he trails his fingers underneath the waistband of your jeans until he loops his fingers around the edge of your lacy underwear. now, though, you place your hands on his chest and pull away

“we can’t— my siblings will be back soon”

“that’s an unconvincing argument”

you throw him an unamused look. and stand up, searching frantically through a drawer until you find a pink pad of sticky notes and a nearby pen. you scribble something onto it and grab percy’s hand, dragging him outside of your cabin where you place the stick note onto the door. he attempts to read what it says but the letters scramble together

“fifteen minutes and I need to be back, got it?”

he smirks. “yeah, I can work with that”

[anotheroceanid]

hi! okay this is insanely long but i had a lot of thoughts so bear with me pls.

i was scrolling through the jercy tag bc i'm starved and saw ur posts abt rhea/kronos & percy/jason and have to say i love them sm!! it's such an interesting concept and i've got a lot of cool thoughts abt them now thanks to you, buttt,, may i also offer metis/zeus & percy/jason parallels? it's a little stretch but hey idc it's fun

metis is the daughter of oceanus, percy is the son of poseidon (at both times, they're a child of the ruler of the seas) zeus is the son of kronos, jason is the son of zeus (at both times, they're a child of the ruler of the universe) metis & zeus met and fought a war to end kronos together...percy & jason unknowingly fought together during the titan war to end kronos and they do meet and work together during the giant war! and they make a great team, like in the twin giants fight

metis was a goddess of wisdom i'm pretty sure? and was zeus' advisor. i am a firm hater of the "percy is stupid" train because honestly it's percy who makes most of the battle strategies in pjo.

in fact here's some unwarranted examples: realizing what the lotus casino was, tricking crusty, figuring out the whole lightning thief debacle, giving clarisse the fleece, clearing chiron's name, figuring out he needs to take the sky, finding the nemean lion's weak spot, figuring out rachel is their guide for the labyrinth, all of his actions in the battle of manhattan tbh like he was crazy for doing all that at age 16!!, scaring chrysaor’s crew, making the combination of demigods to get nike, etc etc- i could go on and on!

so, i feel he can be related to metis in that he would be a pretty great advisor and obviously he'd be a fantastic leader. athena herself says the requests (read: demands) percy makes at the end of the second titan war are wise!

also think it could be interesting if poseidon delibrately chose to have percy look like metis. they'd probably look similar anyway but if poseidon wanted zeus to have some hesitation in killing percy, creating him to look like someone zeus greatly wronged in the style of kronos (aka eating someone) could do it?

anyway, moving onto jason! who, like zeus, is the youngest son and has a lunatic father that treats him like shit,, and at first zeus served kronos! just as jason did, but hey, if jason hadn't died when he did,, how long would he have continued to serve zeus?

rhea took zeus from kronos to be raised in crete by nymphs, like hera took jason from zeus to be raised in camp jupiter by wolves. and like rhea, hera is always on jason's side and honestly based on her toa reaction to his death, likely loved him like a son. and we know hera fucking hates zeus like rhea hated kronos.

jason is also strong as fuck, and ik rick knocked him out in every book because he didn't actually want his forced-percy-rival to actually showcase his powers but from what we know and seen he's like insane as well. PLUS he's been training since he was like 3 ik he's strong asf and zeus is sweating.

parallels😁!! uh let's hope jason doesn't eat percy though /j

i know zeus would've recognized these parallels and got insanely paranoid bc yk him. ik zeus was exhaling in relief when jason died, and there's a reason he was always trying to kill percy. he saw his sins in him! everytime he looks at percy he sees the woman he tricked and treated like shit and more-or-less killed. but he also knows metis was smart and very capable, n that's scary to him. everytime he looks at jason he sees his younger self, and that's a horrible thing to see if you're zeus lmao

of course jason is much better than zeus and percy is fairly different from metis, but it's the small parallels and zeus' paranoia that makes everything bigger.

the act we know metis most for is supplying the poison for kronos to regurgitate his kids,, and percy has a pretty close connection to poison now after his fight with akhlys :)

but yeah!! fun parallels :') sorry if this was a lot to read/hard to read

bonus: metis & zeus r cousins just like percy & jason /j

Now!!! Hear me out!!! I loooove the Metis X Percy parallels, I never talked about it here because some things I keep for the fics 🗣️🗣️🗣️ but I totally GET YOU!!!

The thing about Rhea is that they prob look a loooot alike, so people (mostly the big six and, maybe, Kronos) attribute her whole persona to Percy’s even tho many things make zero sense. Because they want him to impersonate their mother somehow to feel their void. Others might think of him more of a Perseis kinda of person, just for the destruction thing. But Metis? She was gone before most Olympians were alive, so it’s not like they have a truthful idea of what she was like, and those who remember might not have been as close to her as Zeus.

Metis was the Titaness of good counsel, planning, cunning and wisdom. Which makes us think that Athena would be a lot like her, but I personally think Athena is more a Zeus mini me. Metis being an ocean’s kid and a titaness made me believe she was a lot wilder and not exactly the usual embodiment of these concepts. Which would make her much more of a wild card, so Zeus got rid of her when the prophecy about their son showed up. So like, I can see Percy embodying Metis’ aspect of these domains (while Annabeth would be more Athena-like), and Zeus being like…

In terms of looks, she and Percy might’ve not looked the most similar, but hey, Metis would question Zeus’ authority in front of the whole council and would call out his shit whenever she felt like it.

Jason, however, is a much tamed version of his father. In a good sense. He’s not cruel, and when he’s forced to make a choice that he feels bad about it haunts him. He’s not overly confident and proud. Beyond all, he was taught loyalty to Rome and the gods from a young age, contrary to Zeus who was taught rebellion and how he was supposed to be this great saviour. For a while, this probably made Zeus more comfortable about him than he probably was about Thalia, for example, or even Percy.

But romans and Greeks learn about each other and now Jason and Percy meet and turns out Jason is SMITTEN with his cousin? Yeah, that’s a problem. Zeus would seethe, and Hera would be 100% smug about it.

Suddenly, there is something that Jason cares more than Rome or the gods. That is dangerous.

Also, something about Percy being somehow paralleled with TWO titan queens is just…

[fairy-writes]

Hello! Can I ask for Vanitas and 12) “Chivalry is dead, and you’re the one killing it.” for the 900 followers event?

CHIVALRY IS DEAD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): The Case Study of Vanitas

Pairing(s): Vanitas x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: “Chivalry is dead, and you’re the one killing it.” (Dialogue Prompt #12)

Notes: Vanitas is such a brat lmao

Also, lowkey inspired by that one scene in Elf with Will Ferrell

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The old shower turns on with a squeal of the bronze knob and a rumble of the pipes, and steam erupts into the air. You quickly strip out of your clothes and step behind the shower curtain into the borderline boiling water. Your skin tingles as it adjusts to the temperature, and you shudder with delight. 

After a long day of Noé’s and Vanitas’s shenanigans, a long, hot shower was just what you needed. 

Plucking your shampoo, you lather some in the palms of your hands before massaging it into your scalp. The suds run down your neck and onto your back as you turn to face away from the shower head and start scrubbing the soap from your skin and skull. 

You begin to hum, the song being one you heard on a violin in a plaza earlier in the day as you moved on to the conditioner. While you let that sit in your hair, you scrub a bar of soap all over your body to clean off the grime and dirt from earlier. 

It was then that you heard something. 

More humming? 

Dangerously off-key, but there nonetheless. 

You peek through the shower curtain, and there he is. 

Vanitas. Sans his cloak and sits on the bathroom counter, humming as if he wasn’t in the room when you were showering. 

You shriek. 

This causes Vanitas to jump and slip off the counter, banging his head on the way down. He curls into a ball, holding his head and letting out a pained whine. 

“Are you okay—wait, no—what are you doing in here?! When did you even get in here?!” You demand, and he just lets out another pained noise as he sits up, his right hand still massaging the back of his head where a bump is already starting to form. 

If he hadn’t just snuck into the bathroom, you would’ve felt bad for him. 

But he snuck into the bathroom. So you didn’t feel bad. 

At least you didn’t until you got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and saw his hand come away bloody. 

So you quickly dry off and get dressed in clean clothes that had been folded neatly (under Vanitas’s cloak) on the toilet seat. Had he been attempting to join you for a shower? 

Creepy. You may have been dating him, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still slightly unnerving. 

You help your lover onto the bed in the adjacent bedroom and go back to the bathroom for medical supplies. Then, grabbing some gauze and antiseptic, you return to Vantias’s side, where he declines any help.

“I can do it myself.” He says quickly, and you roll your eyes.

“Let me help. Plus, you owe me, scaring the living daylights out of me like that.” You mutter, and he relents, hissing as you dab a rag with the medicine onto the bump. 

It’s silent for a minute before you speak.

“What were you going to do in there?” You ask seriously, and he shrugs,

“Was trying to be chivalrous and was going to wash your hair for you.” He said, and you huff,

“Chivalry is dead, and you’re the one killing it.” You reply dryly, and he lets out a haughty laugh before wincing at the volume and holding his head again.

He recovers quickly and turns to face you with a mischievous smile,

“I am the epitome of chivalrous, and you know it.” He teases, and you raise your eyebrows,

“Name one time.” You say, and he falters for a moment.

“Um… I held the door open for you?”

“That’s common decency, Vanitas.” You retort, and he deflates.

You snip the gauze with a pair of scissors and secure it so the blood doesn’t drip down his neck. Then, you hold an ice pack to his injury and press a kiss on his forehead. 

He blushes a bright red but smiles sheepishly as you press another to his nose.

“All better.” You say, and he hums,

“Do you think I could join you for your next shower?” He asks hopefully,

“Absolutely not.” You deadpan, and he just whines.

[digenerate-trash]

Yans finding out pc has a promiscuous reputation? Like…they’re straight up the town bicycle lmao

Robin

Devastated. He has no idea why you would do this. Why would you betray him like this? Youre cheating on him? You two had something special and he's desperately trying to grapple with this realization. It's worse if he has to find out on his own. The poor little idiot probably goes to Bailey for advice… and Bailey is less than kind with his ideas on how to keep you contained. 

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Whitney

He is happy to share you. Happy to show you off as well but youre doing this on your own? With no coaxing? Thats … fine. He guesses and tries not to let it bother him. Would prefer people ask him before using you. It's the chain of command after all. He's gonna try not to let it get to him but it bothers him like nails on a chalkboard as the days go on he gets rougher and rougher with you hoping that it sets in that you might be the town's whore. But he owns you. 

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Eden

Cage time. :) No more leaving for you. 

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Kylar

The dude is ruined! Has he not been good enough for you? Has he not provided enough? He can! He can have sex with you so much! Just let him! He can do it! He keeps trying to take up all your time. Tries to fuck you every chance he gets. If youre resistant he's just going to drug you and drag you home. He can be a good husband! You just have to give him a chance 

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Avery

Youre ruining his reputation. It's not fun when he goes to parties and people give you knowing glances and say suggestive things to you. He's gotta keep you on a tighter leash. Perhaps literally… he could pay Bailey directly to keep you in his direct care for a bit… maybe some training is to keep you loyal

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Black Wolf

I can't imagine he cares to be honest. As long as you’re back to hunt and take care of the pack. It's a different story if youre carrying human pups. But hell just get rid of them and breed you properly. He's still the pack leader after all. 

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Great Hawk

Kinda upset. Can't have your spouse cheating on you that's just rude. But he's just going to isolate you and keep you home. Youre grounded (so to speak) he does everything for you. Hunts gather supplies to keep you fed and happy and no matter how much you ask to leave you can't. 

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Alex

Pretty upset. But he is just going to keep making your relationship clear. Some guilt-tripping. Needs you to know that he's the only one for you. He wants to set in the idea that you betrayed him and you owe him. Slow to forgive you but doesn't let you leave. Doesnt break up the relationship. Keeps you close

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Sydney

Pure Sydney is heartbroken. Yall haven't even had sex and yet half the town has had a chance at you? People at school? People he knows?? Sydney is so broken up he might become even more entrenched in his church bullshit. Asking Jordan for help. Needing validation that it's not his fault you cheated. He comes crawling back eventually but he's not happy and he demands that you go through the purity ritual and join the church. 

Corrupt Sydney sees it more as a power play thing?? Sure you can be as promiscuous as you like but if you want Sydney you have to grovel on your knees about how he's the only one for you. You have needs and Sydney gets that but if youre gonna be a whore about it at least apologize with your mouth when you come back to him. 

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Bailey

Doesn't care if you have to uck your way out of a situation or two. This town is fucked up and he gets that but if youre just doing this for fun Bailey is insulted. Gonna beat your ass for thinking you can get away with ‘cheating’ on him (he has not established what relationship you have its confusing to both of you) he gets two extra padlocks for your door. Raises your rent. Does not want to talk about how betrayed he feels

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Harper

He's the reason youre fucking the whole town. He wants to hear every gross detail you have. He's not upset at all when you complain that youre still horny. Therapy sessions get a little more involved after that. You may be even due for a trip to the asylum if you tease the poor doctor enough

[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 aren’t 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.” 

[wawamouse]

Oz Rewatch 3: S5E04: Next Stop Valhalla

Storylines

Jaime tries to kill Guerra and is killed instead; Miguel feels guilty; Alicia Hinden comes to Oz with the dog training program; Augustus, Penders, and Miguel are selected

Miss Sally’s Schoolyard to become Sallycise; Brass confirms to Rebadow he bought the lottery ticket; Martinez hits Brass with a shit cocktail; Gloria tries to get Martinez put in the hospital and then beats him up when he keeps touching her face

Beecher and Schillinger fight during an interaction session; Schillinger antagonises Schibetta;

Peter Marie visits Keller; McClain visits Keller

Winthrop and Guenzel arrive at Oz; Guenzel is taken under Beecher’s wing while Winthrop becomes a prag for the Aryans in Unit B

Frank Urbano arrives at Oz; Beecher asks Pancamo for the Italians help in protecting Guenzel; the Aryans and Italians get into a fight

Gloria tells Ryan he has to tell his mother about his crimes; Ryan breakdances instead; Shupe tells O’Reily that Li going to rape his mom; Ryan and Cyril kill Li

Augustus continues to grieve his mother and ends up breaking his sobriety

Omar annoys Emerald City and Said with his singing, McManus gives him a supply closet to practice in; Redding demands Omar use it to sell drugs; Lalar and Arif complain to Said that he’s neglecting his role as leader; Robson tortures and kills Lalar

Sister: That’s why they gotta stop announcing everything they do in this show, like...

Sister: I feel like [Norma’s] just dead at this point.

Sister: I feel like they’re leading up to him being like a mass shooter or something. Me: You think he’s gonna snap? Sister: He seems like the type...

Sister: …I think being free would making him happy. I mean, [Toby] had that whole vision about being free that did not include [Chris], so I think he’ll be fine.

Sister: You can just tell them anything and they’ll let you through…

Sister: What’s wrong with this guy? What’s he in for? Me: Hate crimes… Murder, officially, I think. Sister: Hate crime? What’s he sniffing people for? Me: He's just a perv...

Sister: …That’s so gross… In my sickened state*, I can’t even summon a bleugh. Me: [Retching noise] Sister: Thanks. (*We got some booster shots yesterday and Sister always gets sick afterward lol)

Sister: When are they going to address that guy whose wife also died? Me: Never. Sister: So why did they introduce her?! To spout off some facts and get shushed by the priest?? Me: Maybe there was originally supposed to be more of a story to it and it go cut. Sister: No, they just wanted to do their little after school special moment and then not deal with it. You know, if any of the Muslims should be having the issues in these episodes, it should be the other guy (Arif), not Mr. Said... Me: They could have issues together. Sister: Yeah. Kill the Nazi helper dude. The one who's egging everything on. Schillinger doesn't even really do stuff on his own anymore. Before, he didn't want to fight and wanted to become a Jesus freak and it was always that guy whispering in his ear. And now look.

Sister: How we know he’s not gonna build a bomb in there? … Oh, I guess they took away all the cleaning supplies…

Stray Thoughts

Sister says Jia Kenmin and Li Chen’s plan to provoke Ryan so they could kill him in self defense was really not thought-out

Sister is convinced that someone is going to die for one of the dogs

Sister believes that killing Robson would get rid of most of the Aryans’ bite since she views him as being the worst out of all the Aryans

Final thoughts

The scene where Robson and what’s his face torture Lalar is the toughest scene to watch in the entire show, imo. And it pisses me off (like, I’m actually getting mad thinking about it right now, lol) that Robson gets more expansion in terms of character as the show progresses, too, because whooooooooo gives a shit about a Nazi?! They still haven’t followed up on Arif’s wife LMAO. Also Urbano gets introduced this episode and they don’t end up doing shit with him, really, either. But let’s learn about this asshole!!

Sister: I feel like they’ve run out of storylines with the Muslims and are just repeating past ones. Wasn’t it [Arif] who was the one complaining about Said’s leadership the last time? And then he couldn’t handle it which caused the whole thing… and now he’s doing it again? Me: I think they just don’t like when Said helps other people. They complained when Said was spending time on Beecher, too… Sister: Yeah, [Arif] is so needy… He’s like “you’re spending too much time with your roommate who you have to stay in a cell with” and also every time he is around, [Said] just wants [Omar] to be quiet anyway…

[r4vensheaven]

Loser!Ellie x Vampire!Reader

Authors note: hii guys, this is my first time posting on tumblr so please go easy on me lmaoo, also English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes, please don’t hesitate to call me out im always open to criticism!! (just don’t be mean about it lol)

>loser!Ellie who’s life is just so mundane and boring until she finds out the new girl in her class, who she has a little crush on , is a vampire but instead of being scared,she falls even more for the girl and offers to be her personal blood buffet.

>loser!Ellie that spends entire nights researching about vampires so she can know more about you but eventually develops into a hyperfixation .

>loser!Ellie that can’t help but whimper every time your fangs pierce her skin, it hurts but it feels so good at the same time (she can’t help but get a little turned on).

>loser! Ellie who would lay her head on your lap demanding that you play with her hair while she babbles about space and dinosaurs, stumbling on her words,all dizzy after you drank from her.

>loser!Ellie who would blush so hard when you tell her how delicious her blood is.

>loser!Ellie whose favorite book is now “Carmilla” (iykyk).

>loser!Ellie who gets addicted to your bites to the point she makes herself bleed around you in order to tempt you to bite her again.

>Loser!Ellie that could hear your stories of many year ago for hours. She’s so fascinated by all the lives you’ve lived (and she’s really grateful she can be part of one of your many stories).

>loser!Ellie who thinks you are the stylish person on earth.

>loser!Ellie who looks up at you with the prettiest green doe eyes you have ever seen after feeding on her.

>loser!Ellie who finally finds courage to kiss you, your mouth still stained with her blood, but she doesn’t care( she thinks it’s hot), a soft loving kiss that eventually gets more heated and aggressive, your fangs poking her lips,your blood red lipstick living kiss marks all over her face, Ellie is having the time of her life.

>loser!Ellie who’s addicted to your natural seductive vampire scent, always with her head somewhere on your neck, collarbone or chest.

>loser!Ellie that finds you the hottest when you just finished drinking from her, your mouth is covered in her blood, your chest rising from your heaving breathing, your eyes rolling back from how good she tastes…

>loser!Ellie that gets so shy and flustered because of the amount of expensive gifts you give her. She likes this new guitar? It’s hers. She needs more art supplies? You buy her the best ones. A telescope so she can see the stars and planets? Already in her room. When you have been alive for so long it’s not weird to have an insane amount of money to spend on your sweet girlfriend <3

>loser!Ellie who feels bad for not being able to buy you a bunch of stuff back,she wants to spoil you too :’)

>loser!Ellie who’s eyes water and is left speechless when you tell her that she is the greatest gift you could have.

>loser!Ellie that paints and draws you over and over again because you’re her muse. She also makes paintings to decorate your big mansion, every room has at least something made by her.

>loser!Ellie always losing card games against you, who after so many years became a master in them, but Ellie still has hope that she’ll win against you someday( when she does its because you let her win).

>loser!Ellie who’s had many sleepless nights thinking (and crying) about how she’s going to get old and die while you stay young forever :’(

>loser!Ellie that begs you to turn her because there’s nothing she wants more than to spend eternity with you.

Thinking of writing a full fic on this, i just need the time lmao

[deadbydangit]

Reactions of the Entity threatening their S/o's life if they don't do a better job in the trials? Maybe they've been slacking recently, even just a little. And the Entity threatens to kill to torture poor S/o if they don't do better :(

S/o still all over them they don't give af lmao

This with Ghostface, Frank, Trickster, and Knight please? Thank you <3

Oh, I like this one. Might use it for the future. Actually, I might do a whole story based on the last one. Please, enjoy.

Entity threatening killer to do better or Reader S/O gets tortured.

Ghostface, Legion (Frank), Trickster, Knight

Ghostface

First, he's going to be offended.

Him? Slacking?

No he hasn't!

Okay, maybe he's been a bit lazy.

Fix his camera and he'd do better!

It isn't his fault that it got broken!

Okay, it is.

But... Still fix it!

But when the damned sky octopus starts threatening you?

Oh boy!

He'll threaten the Entity back.

"Well fuck you, you piece of **** **** ****"

Very colorful words.

But when he realizes that's not doing anything, he's going to follow through.

Survivors have realized he's been a lot more brutal.

Many of the killers have too.

He won't tell them the reason.

Danny won't even tell you the reason.

He's seemed more distant lately, like he's afraid to touch you.

You're worried, but he'll assure you that everything is fine.

If anyone gets wind you're his weak spot, then who knows what kind of danger you'd be in.

He won't let anything stand in his way.

If it means stepping up his game, then so be it.

He won't let that fucker touch you.

He would never let anyone hurt you.

Legion (Frank)

The Entity gave him booze as a reward.

Lots of booze.

Lots and lots of booze.

And Frank has next to no self control.

So much that he's been going into trials with pretty nasty hangovers.

And he's getting sloppy.

Yeah yeah, he knows.

Just give him five more minutes of sleep.

But once the fucking Entity threatens you?

He's going to challenge the Entity to a fist fight.

That won't do anything, but it makes him feel like he got his message through.

He's right off the bottle.

You weren't sure what got into him, but you were pretty proud he wasn't drinking nearly as much.

But you were worried about how hard he was pushing himself in trials.

He's hurting himself.

He can only frenzy so often before it starts to take a toll on his health.

He's exhausted.

Confront him, and he'll tell you the truth.

He really doesn't want to though.

The rest of the Legion are all worried and have made a promise to start working harder.

Make sure to give him all your attention and love for a while.

Hearing what he's doing, all for you?

He deserves it.

Trickster

Yeah he's doing worse.

Entity dear you've cut off his moisturizer, foundation, eyeliner, eye shadow and everything else he uses to keep himself looking like the God he is.

Can't let the survivors look at him like he's one of the other heathens.

So yeah, he's doing worse.

Now he's being threatened? With you being hurt?

Ji-Woon doesn't take to threats kindly.

He's used to getting everything he wants with the snap of his fingers.

He isn't used to working for things.

But, for you, he will.

If that means you stay safe, then he'll suck up his pride and get more serious about his job.

No, he will not tell you or anyone else for his increased brutality.

He won't tell you why he keeps appearing with more and more bruises after trials.

He's a very stubborn man and will admittedly refuse to tell you anything about the deal he and the Entity made.

He's just been extra touchy with you lately.

It's easier to give into his demands for attention than fight it.

If only you knew the lengths he was going through.

But, in his eyes, he deserves that.

Knight

Accusing him of slacking?

Slander!

How dare the sky God dishonor him and his men!

They've been doing very well.

Unfortunately, the Entity's supply of food is for one person, and there are four of them.

Naturally, they have to share.

And, naturally, they're weaker.

You've offered to share, but they won't take food from you.

It's a whole chivalry thing.

But the idea of you getting hurt for his failures?

The Entity was dealing a dirty blow.

Tarhos, Alejandro, Durkos, and Sander will gather up all their remaining strength to protect you.

To serve Tarhos, their captain.

And, they have grown rather fond of you.

And it's obvious that, despite their weakened state, they are more malicious in trials.

They will not share why they're doing this with anyone.

But they're growing weaker by the day.

Tarhos can hardly stand anymore, let alone lift his sword.

And the truth will come out.

The Entity will have to cave eventually and provide them more food and supplies in order to keep them alive.

Make sure to give all of them the extra love they deserve.

They did all that because they truly care about you.

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Saw your post about colony/factory game sims and wanted to know if you have favourites, some sort of ranking to them, a comfort pick or anything like that

Ooh that's a hard question. I can't rank them all in a tier list since they all give slightly different things, but i can describe them by how and why they like them.

I like Oxygen not included cuz i've played it so much now that it's like going home whenever i play it, and it's always fun running a crew of gremlins that go "weee".

Rimworld is a game ive played SO MUCH that i feel like ive seen it all. It's fun and relaxing but also im kinda sad cuz i know the game enough that i unconsciously start min maxing things and i want to go back to the time where i knew nothing lol

I play Factorio when i want to feel like im coding without actually coding lmao. also it has so many different modpacks so its very versatile.

Satsifactory is probably the weakest link out of these for me because it has a bit of an identity crisis i feel. the game demands you to build gigantic factories to fulfill its endgame goals but it only has a simplistic blueprint system meaning it gets tedious for me fast unless im particularly feeling it. the game looks GORGEOUS THO.

Dyson Sphere Program is amazing cuz you build A FREAKING DYSON SPHERE!!! The planetary logistics is also great and the different planets and stuff are great too. the new combat system i find is good too.

Timberborn is a game that i play when i want to play an almost vanilla citybuilder but with some flavour to it. It's really fun with its water mechanics and the tree and food systems. Overall it can be a very relaxing and fun experience unless ur playing on hard in which case it is a masochistic sort of fun lmao

Against the storm - HOO BOY, this is a hard game. This game is a blend between a puzzle game, a factory game (cuz of its supply chains) and a city building game and a rougelike and it's amazing. It's brutal but whenever i can pull out a win on P20 (Highest difficulty) it feels exhilarating.

Did I just go on an autistic ramble? i think i just did. hope this answered your question lmao.

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Okay so I am currently sick af and this is purely comfort writing for myself. I kinda wrote it for myself but in a way that you can insert yourself or your oc, whatever you wish. Also posting this on my fandom blog vs my main because my roommate has called me out for my blue person hyper fixation lmao. Human reader x Lyle Wainfleet, Lyle being a caretaker.

* Lyle isn’t too fond of scientists. They tend to be boring and super serious and he can hardly understand most of them. But there were 2 scientists in particular that were assigned to the recon squad that he actually enjoyed. Two young kids in their mid twenties from Earth who got the chance of a lifetime to get shipped out to space to work with avatars.

* Your partner/ coworker was low key a genius at understanding Na’vi biology on a totally different level than everyone else. When offered the job he demanded that he be able to take his lifelong best friend with to act as his second hand man and that’s how you got in the picture. You were smart, but everyone could tell you weren’t really a scientist. You had loads of skills from welding, to navigating the stars, first aid training, and being an a pretty big nerd on Pandora flora and fauna. So you had your uses to the team.

* From day one you were labeled as sarcastic and a smart ass which didn’t bother you too much. In fact you were kind of happy to inflict yourself on others, especially the recoms. You and Lyle butted heads from the first minute you met with insults and burns flying both ways.

* He’ll never forget the time he asked you a question and you tried to make him figure it out himself. It wasn’t that he was stupid, but he wasn’t exactly book smart either. Eventually when he got his answer he was quite proud of himself. You on the other hand gave him a snort and shot another comment his way.

* “I’m really surprised! I didn’t think you’d actually get it. I just wanted to see how many brain cells you were capable of using at once.” *Ouch*

* Once you got to know each other a bit better the comments and roasting turned humorous and mildly affectionate. Lyle and you would take turns coming up with burns for each other and eventually the recom team as well.

* “When he wears his sunglasses he looks like a little league coach.” Lyle snorts and gives a little nod.

* “Wainfleet you are so god damn bald I can see my reflection off the back of your head.” You snickered. “Oh really? I didn’t think you could see that high Short stack.” Lyle shot back.

* Your laid back attitude and nonchalantness about wrangling an entire team of marines was kind of impressive. Lyle remembers the first time you got on Colonel’s temper and you were so offended when Quaritch hissed at you that you sprayed him with the water bottle you were holding while gardening.

* “Colonel, you are a grown ass man and I know you have better manners than that.” Quaritch started to growl and was about ready to fire back some insults when you held up the bottle again towards his face. You raised a defying eyebrow at him and said in the most stern voice you could possible manage, “Don’t make me get the hose.”

* Lyle couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore and the pair of you turned to look at him. Colonel scowled and you had such a mischievous sparkle in your eyes. “Short stack you got some balls.” Was all Lyle managed to say before Quaritch was angrily stalking towards him.

* While there weren’t a lot of humans that the recoms interacted with on a weekly or even monthly basis, the scientists still had to get supplies from the main bases. Lyle would accompany you to the commissary shop and watch in curiosity to see what you would pick. Mainly shower supplies, some new clothes to replace your tattered ones, some impulse snacks that get shipped up to generate cash for the base. Okay, mostly snacks like sour gummy worms and chips.

* You even snuck away for a brief minute and came back with some other goods, which upon smelling turned out to be edibles. He just shook his head and laughed while trying not to draw attention. You smiled and winked at him, “I gotta keep myself sane somehow!”

* After about a week and a half of returning from base you started to complain about not feeling good. You were restless at night and didn’t get much sleep so you were extra crabby. For the most part you were alright but when Quaritch pushed you out of bed ridiculously early to make breakfast for everyone you let him have it. There was yelling and a fair bit of cursing about how men are so helpless they can’t even cook for themselves for one freaking morning. You looked everyone straight in the eye and in a hoarse voice you told everyone you were going back to bed.

* The colonel was miffed to say the least, Lyle had never seen him so angry at you before and he grabbed the Colonels arm and said “I’ll handle this.”

* Due to part of the mission objective was to “become Na’vi” the RDA custom built a shack and transported it out to the middle of the forest, a few miles away from main base. The shack everyone lived in was one level for the most part with a sectioned off sleeping quarters for the crew. There was also high ceilings to accommodate the recoms height. There was also a kitchen and what you could call a living area of sorts. A few chairs here and there but that was about it.

* For the two humans, there was a second floor added- almost like a horseshoe shaped loft. There were two bedrooms on opposite sides that had curtains for privacy. There was also a middle living/ work area that was were you and your colleague had set up your equipment and offices. There was a open section leading into the loft that Avatars were able to stand up in, which came about chest level for them. This was where many of the recoms physicals and vitals took place since the humans could reach the avatar faces without the recoms having to crouch down.

* You had your curtains drawn shut and he almost hesitated. Lyle knocked his knuckles into the floor and called out to you. “What’s up Short stack?” You didn’t respond but he could hear you rustling in your bed. His ears flicked at the nose and he waited for your response.

* “I don’t feel good, I think I’m getting sick. I have had a headache for the past 2 days and nothing has helped. I also have a sore throat. All I want to do is sleep.” Lyle felt sympathy for you and reached out one long arm to pull the curtain back. You were sitting up, propped against your pillows with the blanket wrapped around you. Lyle could see the redness in your eyes and assumed you had cried a little bit either out of frustration or pain.

* “Is there anything I can do?” Lyle offered and you took a deep breath in. “Well I’d love to get some more sleep honestly. But I think picking up some cold medicine from base would be a good idea.” You huffed angrily, “I can’t believe I go to another freaking planet, I’m hardly around other humans, and I *still* got sick! This sucks.”

* Lyle nods understandingly. “I’ll get you your medicine, so you can go back to sleep. Just try not to piss the Colonel off anymore okay? And make sure you drink some water too.” You nodded but rolled your eyes a bit. “Okay dad.”

* When Lyle came back to the group in the kitchen he cleared his throat and addressed Quaritch. “Sir she’s sick. I think it would be a good idea to let her rest and pick up some medication before it gets any worse. So it doesn’t spread to the other human.” Quaritch huffs but doesn’t say anything other than “Alright.”

* Lyle goes to the commissary like the two of you usually did. The person behind the counter asks what he can do for him. “I need cold medicine.” The man behind the counter laughs. “Good luck finding that around here. I haven’t seen a new shipment of that in a while. Come back in a week and we may have some. In the meantime here is some cough drops and electrolyte replenishers.”

* Lyle’s tail flicked in disappointment. He knew that timing was important and in order to make this better you needed treatment sooner rather than later. So he looked down at the man with sharp eyes and said in his best threatening voice “I’ll be back next week. You better save 2 bottles of whatever you get for me or I will not be happy.” The man’s heart rate spiked and he nodded frantically.

* Lyle came back home with the meager supplies he could get and called to you from the kitchen. You came down wrapped in a big sweater and pulled his tail gently as you walked past. “Did you get some?” He shook his head and sighed. “They’re all out, maybe next week. I promise I’ll go as soon as the shipment comes in. In the meantime drink one of these.” He places a bottle down in front of you, which looks ridiculously small compared to his hand. You drink most of it down and place the cold bottle to your forehead in hopes of persuading your headache to go away.

* You look up at him and see a small frown forming on the corners of his lips. “I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault, you did what you could. I appreciate it dude.”

* Over the next few days your symptoms end up becoming worse. Now with the sore throat you are congested, coughing, and running a fever. Due to safety concerns your friend is temporarily set up in the recom quarters to prevent contamination. So while you were suffering from a cold you were also isolated too.

* What made it a little better was that your colleague was certain your sickness couldn’t be passed to the recoms so you could still hang out with Lyle. Lyle was hanging out by the railing each day, doing what he could to cheer you up. He brought you some cool rocks he found outside, told you a few funny stories about the shenanigans he got up to in the marines, and of course brought you snacks and water.

* One morning your fever broke 102 and Lyle was seriously freaking out. Unfortunately all he could do was give you acetaminophen and some cold rags to hopefully lower your temp. At this point even the Colonel was worried. They both looked at you on your bed and then at each other. “How many more days until the medicine gets here?” Quaritch asks, worry dancing in his voice. “Day and a half.” The Colonel puts his hand on Lyle’s shoulder and looks at him in the eye.

* “We just got word from base that Jake Sully has been sighted outside of the mountains. I’m getting the team together to go find him. I feel bad about leaving her in this state, but I’m going to put my trust in you that you can take care of her by yourself. We are leaving in an hour.” Lyle’s heart sinks a bit. He wants so badly to get revenge on Sully too but right now his biggest worry is you. Lyle nods and Colonel starts packing up supplies.

* The team leaves and it causes enough noise to wake you up. You head down the stairs slowly, your head bobbing up and down on each step. “Hey Short stack, you hungry?” You look up at Lyle, his hand comes down to rest on your forehead. You put your small hand on top of his and nod your head gently.

* Lyle gets to work heating up some soup and makes you each a sandwich. You eat in silence and when you finish he puts another drink in front of you. Without saying anything you open the bottle and take a few chugs.

* “So,” Lyle’s tail flicks to one side and then another, “What do you want to do now that everyone is gone?” A small smile on his lips, hoping it’ll spread to yours. You put the bottle down and think for a minute. “We could watch some movies or something.” “Okay just no chick flicks.”

* Lyle gets the two of you set up in the den with blankets and pillows and tries to make a comfy spot for you to lay down. You grab your tablet and settle into the pile, leaning against his side for support. You choose something to watch from a list, something animated. He watches it with you somewhat, getting engrossed in the plot. He feels you get heavier against his side and glances down at your now sleeping body. He pick you up gently and sets you in the curve of his arm in a more comfortable position for your back.

* He’s surprised at just how warm your fever is making you. His skin feels like ice compared to yours. He places one hand on your forehead again and you mumble in your sleep a bit. He turns on his side and peers at your sleeping figure.

* Lyle’s ears perk up when he hears your friend come in. “Hey so good news! The medicine is in early, I’m on my way to go get it now. You hold down the fort while I’m gone.” Lyle nods and turns his attention back to the sleeping girl in his arms. For the past few days you had been a shell of who you usually are. No quippy comebacks, no sarcastic interruptions, not even a joke for the past week. He was worried about you. After everything he had been through in his human and avatar life he had not had a relationship like this with anyone else.

* He loved you- platonically of course. He didn’t realize how much he missed the roasting and cursing and well, the normal you. He saw you as his closest friend and he hadn’t had one in so long. Without thinking the words start to fall out of his mouth.

* “Come on Short stack, hurry up and get better so you can kick my ass again.” He lets out a small laugh, lowering his lips to the top of your head. He places a small kiss to your temple. You curl into his body as he pulls away. “I miss you. Please.” He whispers. He moves a pillow under his head and relaxed his body. With the background noise of your wheezy breathing and the show you picked Lyle eventually fell asleep himself.

* He woke up when your friend came back with the medicine and he gently woke you up. Your eyes fluttered open and you reached out for his face, still groggy. He scoops you up in his arms and sits you on his lap so you can drink the medicine. You shudder as it hits your tongue, the nasty taste shaking the sleep from you. You finish it all and within a few hours your fever is gone and so is most of your cough.

* You were still in the pillow nest Lyle had made for the two of you and you turn towards him with a smile. “I think I was hallucinating or dreaming or something.” “Oh yeah?” Lyle smiles, happy you’re doing better. “Yeah I could have sworn you kissed me.” You let out a laugh and cover your mouth as you begin to cough.

* “Yeah Short stack, you were definitely dreaming.” His ears flutter for a brief second after being called out. He was so sure you were asleep when he did it. Whatever, at least you were getting better.

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𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞

part seven of do you feel my hand? it is there. | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader is now his past client. drinking alcohol and getting drunk/tipsy is mentioned. this is the first part of the spicy stuff. 18+ warnings under cut.

word count: 3.0k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

18+ warnings: explanations of sexual fantasies/daydreams. minho and reader are extremely horny for each other. making out and some slight heavy petting. stripping/strip tease. softdom!minho. subby!femreader. slight teasing from minho. the beginnings of mutual masterbation. minho is pretty demanding but in a sweet way (don't get me wrong tho, his commands are hot as hell). pet names (sweetheart, pretty, darling).

a/n: I've got about 3 parts left to write of this (the next two parts are already done and edited), and I've decided to put this on a 2-day posting schedule. so I will post the remaining parts every two days. I'm doing this because 1.) I really want you guys to read the next few parts lmao- I ADORE all of your reactions to everything, and 2.) I want to move on to bigger and better things and I'm not the type of writer that can work on multiple creative projects at once. 💀 hope you guys enjoy this part, and let me know your thoughts in the comments/reblogs/asks!! 💞

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He kissed you like it was something he couldn’t live without. As if he was suffocating and you were his only supply of oxygen.

 His lips felt plush in all of the right ways - just like how you imagined them - his practiced pace signifying his experience with such torturing displays of affection. 

 He kissed you as if you weren’t optional. Made you forget everything that had happened and everything that stood before and between the two of you. Suddenly, you were forgetting all of the past hurts, all of the past struggles. As his mouth moved against yours in that perfect, ethereal kind of way. 

 When he pulled away, he took the breath right out of you - grasping a tight hold over the thing and yanking it right out of your very being. 

 You were but a mere puddle of loose limbs and flesh underneath him, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and satisfaction. And as you ran a few absent fingers over your mouth, you noticed the puffiness there. The way he’d made you delightfully kiss-swollen. 

 “I hope that wasn’t-” He began, much to your demise, to question your pleasure over the fact that he just passionately made out with you.

 You silenced him with a few extra kisses for good measure, sliding away from the line of his mouth reluctantly, the seductive pull of his warm tongue. “That was everything I could’ve dreamed of and more.” 

 He rose a dark, manicured eyebrow your way, eyes shining with that distinct light of happiness and lust. “Oh? So you’ve thought about me in your dreams then?” 

 Feeling the sudden creep of a flush travel up the length of your neck, before pooling in either of your cheeks, you bit down hard on your bottom lip, reveling in the way that it was still puffed from his arduous torment. “I thought about you late at night for a very long time.”

 The hand that had been resting at your hip for so long gripped a little harder, bunching the silken fabric of your dress between nimble fingers. Minho pressed into you, the knee that was still between either of your legs hiking up a little further. Almost reaching that sensitive, warm spot of yours, but not quite. He bent forward, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, teeth coming down on the lobe and biting gently.

 “And what kind of thoughts did you have all alone in your bedroom, hmm?” He mused in a low, guttural voice that you had never heard from him. Then again, you had never been in such a precarious position with him before. So everything was new. A tiny gasp fled from your lips upon the contact that his mouth made with the side of your neck, as he trailed feather-light kisses down your exposed flesh. 

 You were still donning your matching shawl, but at that moment, you wished for nothing more but for him to completely rip it off of your body in a desperate attempt to get at you. “I-I'd often fantasize about how you’d treat me… so delicate and loving, like how you always did when I had a visit at the clinic, like how I watched you treat all of the animals you took care of…” 

 Voice trailing off at the feel of his teeth nipping into the skin of your clavicle, you all but shuddered against him. The front of him was pressed so close to you, you could practically feel the growing bulge in his pants. 

 He laved his tongue over the spot that he had bitten down on, kissing the slight sting away, before continuing, “Go on, darling…” 

 The pet name was entirely something new. And if he didn’t have a firm hold over your entire being right then, you were sure that you’d have fallen right to the ground in shock. 

 Because Lee Minho…

 Calling you darling-

 And the worst part about it was that you knew it was only the beginning. 

“I’d touch myself, late at night, after a long work day… envisioning that it was you doing such sinful things to me,” you muttered between clenched teeth, as his lips continued to trace a burning path down the part of your chest that was exposed from your shawl. “I’d imagine that it was you- fingers deep inside of me, lips sucking me dry, hands grabbing onto me, hips thrusting into mine so flawlessly.” 

 This time, it was Minho who jerked against you. He backed away just slightly from your neck, offering you a dimly lit smirk. “I swear- you will truly be the death of me, sweetheart.” 

 Sweetheart, 

 Sweetheart,

Sweetheart. 

 It all sounded so wonderful coming from him - like an ancient, foreign prayer fallen from the lips of a beautiful, innocent angel. Expect the position the two of you were in - and the way his mouth trailed over your skin - was anything but innocent.

 You reached out, tracing a careful index finger down the center of his chest. Touching the one thing you had been focusing on all night long. Finally coming in contact with that bare flesh, that had been exposed for so many hours. “And what about you?” You questioned, peering up into his dark, blown-out pupils. They were darting across your face. Almost like, he had to capture this exact moment in his memory forever, lest he forgets it in his old age. “Did you ever think about me?” 

 “Fuck- every single minute of every single day, pretty,” that caused your tracing of his chest to halt, as your heart tripped over itself in surprise. In the back of your mind, you felt the hands that had been resting on either of your hips for so long migrate behind you, fingers grabbing palmfuls of your ass. “I thought about you as soon as I woke up, all day when I was at work, and especially- when I was home alone at the end of the day.” 

 Your nails raked down his exposed pecs, playing with the tiny silver zipper that was almost completely at his waist. “Really?” You flashed him a soft grin, as you leaned up and pressed a few kisses against the corner of his mouth. “What did you imagine in such moments?” 

 He turned his head then, pressing his lips against yours in a full kiss that soon turned breathless, his tongue slipping past your teeth and tasting you ardently. “I envisioned you in so many different filthy ways- beneath me, mouth hanging open as you screamed out my name in ecstasy, perfect fucking tits bouncing with every movement, legs coming around me every time I pounded into you so good.” 

 You clutched at his forearms then, moaning into his mouth and melting into all of the kisses and caresses that felt straight from heaven. “Please, Minho-”

 Minho grabbed at your ass a little firmer at the words that spilled from you. 

 Because finally- 

Finally, you were calling him by his name. 

 And it felt fucking good. 

 So good, that you almost felt addicted to it. You liked the way it curled around in your mind, falling from your mouth and sweetening your tongue all at once. 

“If you do that again, I won’t be able to stop myself.” He mumbled against your mouth, breathing in your scent and screwing his eyes shut in anguish. 

 “And what if I don’t want you to stop?” 

 Your confession came out hushed, something only meant to be kept between the two of you. 

 And all at once, you watched the emotions shift rather effortlessly in him - going from barely restrained passion to an outburst of ravenous hunger. His hands were clutching onto you harder and then he was hoisting you up into the air before you could even comprehend what was happening. Heart beating painfully inside your chest, you clutched at his neck and held on tight. Not a word was passed between the two of you as he moved with swift legs. 

 In but a few mere blinks, he had you in what you assumed was his bedroom. It was decorated simply, just like the rest of his house was. Then he was practically throwing you onto the bed, staring down at your barely clad form from the edge of the mattress. 

 “Take off the shawl. I want to see you.” He demanded in a steely voice. The one he had used earlier that night when he had been frustrated with everything during the party. 

 But he wasn’t frustrated now, and you came to realize that the steeliness had always been from... arousal. 

 When Lee Minho was fucked over with want, he turned cold and spoke with chilled venom in his words. 

 And that realization just made the pool of wetness between your thighs gather at a faster rate than ever before. 

Without a word of protest, you stripped yourself of the shawl, showing off the rest of you that had been covered up all night. Revealing the way that the neckline of your mini dress scooped so low, it showed more than half of your tits. 

 “Fuck,” he grunted out, running a frantic hand through his hair. He couldn’t take his eyes off of your chest, staring twin holes into the way your dress teased at the full exposure of your bosom. “I’m suddenly so glad that you never took that off- the guys would’ve surely gone crazy over you before I had any fucking chance.” 

 “That’s why I wore it in the first place,” you moved the thin shawl away, throwing it across the bed as your focus never strayed from his face. From the way that he fully took you in, eyes ravenous with so much love and lust. You felt your chest rise and fall with your short breaths, air constricting between your lungs as you tried to breathe through the arousal that was clawing up your throat in the form of an unchecked moan. “And besides, I never would’ve let any of them touch me even if I had taken it off during the party… I only wanted you to see this part of me. Only you get a taste of my most-sacred parts.”

 Minho tilted his head to the side then, bearing his teeth in an ominous grin. 

 It seemed like a wicked thought crossed his mind. 

 A shrewd and cruel one, but if the cruelty entailed him using you as his very own plaything, you were more than willing to give in to his cruelty. 

 The look of him- standing there, lording over you at the edge of the bed, so close, yet so far all at once, forced a shiver to run down the length of your spine. 

 “Dress off, now.”

 Just by the tonal shift, you could tell that his patience was wearing thin. He had been suppressing his desires for so very long, that he evidently couldn’t handle wasting another minute of not doing anything about his… predicament. It was as clear as day by the front of him, and the view of the hardening tent in the middle of his black trousers caused your stomach to flip over in a twirl of summersaults.

 You shucked your dress off in one fluid movement, laying back on one of the downy pillows in nothing but your lingerie set, which was designed in a simple nude lace. Minho audibly swallowed, examining you with those fire-lit eyes, a set jaw, and pursed, puffy lips.

 “Is this good enough for you?” You asked, fingers rising to twirl a lock of your hair between your fingers. Your legs were splayed out in a straight line before you, not giving away anything before he made his next move. Taunting him, in the best way you knew possible. By not revealing yourself. 

 Without another word, Minho was slinking away from the bed. Your eyes tracked his form, as he took a seat in the nearby armchair. It was placed off to the right of the bed, close enough that you were only a few steps away. The moonlight that shone through the curtained window cast across his form, painting his shoulders and cheekbones in a ghostly kind of glow.

 He leaned back in the plush cushions, folding his arms across his chest and leveling you with that sly smirk of his that you had never seen before. Not once, had he ever used it on you during your visits to the clinic. And not once, did it ever appear when he was dealing with others. 

 But all at once, it seemed so familiar to you. 

 Like you had lived your entire life acknowledging it, 

 Recognizing it, 

 And becoming roused by it. 

 “Show me.” 

 His words didn’t come out as demanding as before. Rather, they were grave and wavering. But they left an even bigger impact than the former. 

 Because in using such a soft, saccharine tone on you, he was demonstrating how he already knew you. 

 Knew you so well, like the back of his hand. 

 And how you absolutely melted whenever he’d speak to you in such a way- 

 Whether it had been at the clinic, during a visit, 

 Or when the two of you were on a late-night phone call before Nyx had passed, 

 Even when you guys had chatted together in the front office the night you had rushed over in a bumbling panic. 

 So no, he didn’t have to use strong words on you. Didn’t have to speak to you harshly, or demand anything. 

 Because you were already his. 

 From the very beginning, you had always been his. 

 The exact day the two of you met, all those years ago, during your first visit to the clinic, the two of you had known - whether subconsciously or consciously. 

 That there would be no one else. 

 So he regarded you with that same gentleness, eyes softening your way and limbs fluid as he sat there. He canted his head to the side, awaiting your next move. 

 He didn’t press, he didn’t rush, he didn’t do… anything. Just stayed silent, wondering how you would react to his words. 

 You felt the warmth of a flush creeping up the length of your neck, and you captured your bottom lip between your teeth as you tried to make sense of what he had just said. “W-What?” You didn’t mean to stutter. No, you meant to seem strong and in control. But then he was talking to you so smoothly, studying you with those deep brown eyes so lovingly, and you were a goner. A fumbling, stuttering goner. 

 “You said you like to touch yourself to the thought of me, so show me,” he said, raising an eyebrow your way from your obliviousness. But then the words hit the forefront of your mind, and it felt like your cheeks were on fire from how furiously you blushed. The heat pooling in the pit of your stomach shot down the middle of your body, swirling in your core and lighting the blood in your veins in a frantic kind of way. “Show me what you do to yourself when you’re all alone… show me how you touch yourself, while you have me infecting your mind.” 

 “I-I can’t.” You suddenly blurted out, heart pounding in your chest, as the butterflies danced a wild routine in the very depths of your soul. 

 That same smirk was pulling at the corners of his lips again, at your embarrassed state. “And why is that, darling?” 

 “B-Because…” Your voice trailed off, as your fingers played with a loose piece of string that you found in the bed’s thick duvet comforter. “I… the things I did, during those times, are hardly appropriate.” 

 Minho’s maniacal laugh, which was high-pitched and unruly, forced your eyes to shoot up at him. His irises were a little darker than before, but he still had that delicate look on his face. As if Everything you were saying sounded pleasant to him and this was all just a fun game to him. 

 “What’s so funny?” A cold sweat broke out across your brow, as you watched him regard you with mirth. You found yourself frowning at the outward display of humor. 

 Minho’s eyes raked down the length of your then, catching on the way that your bosom rose up and down with your hasty breaths. His lips parted slightly like he wanted nothing more but to come over to the bed and have a feel of them for himself. But then he was focusing back on your stare, offering you that easy, swoon-worthy smile of his. “I just find it hilarious, how you’re worried about propriety when you’re literally sitting there half-naked and I’m sitting here with a raging boner.” 

 At the mention of his hardness, you swallowed down a groan of agony. Because truly, you wanted nothing more but to see him - touch him, in so many different places. But he still had on those damn cargo pants and that damn shirt with the zipper on it. The thing was pulled so low that his stiff pecs peeked out every time he moved. 

 A beat of silence encased the room, 

 Trapping the tenseness between you, 

 Wrapping around the two of you and squeezing the very life out of your body. 

 And just like that, you found your hands moving on their own. Involuntarily, without any more arguing. Without any more talking. Without any more coaxing from him. 

 Because none of it was needed. 

 All he needed to do was speak - let the remarks flow from those beautiful, perfectly-sculpted lips, and you were heeding to his every demand. 

 Hell, if Minho asked you to kill for him, you’d probably do it. 

 If it meant having him flash you that easy smile, with those brilliant, pearly-white teeth, 

 If it meant having his chestnut-brown irises catch on your form every time you so little as breathed, 

 If it meant having those big, veiny arms holding you down, hands adoring you so wonderfully, 

 Then fuck yeah- you sure would kill for him. 

To be continued...

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Squip Contagion Theory

A theory about what squips really “want” and how they reproduce! I’m sure people have already looked at every angle of this stuff back in The Olden Days of bmc fandom, but what the heck, I had fun putting it into words anyway. Forewarning that a decent amount of it is based in speculation rather than evidence. 

As usual, I bolded all the major stuff + tldr at the start because I talk too much lmao

tl;dr

Like most other organisms on this planet, a squip’s primary goal is to reproduce. (Which makes sense - things that reproduce more are just going to outnumber things that don’t. Especially when squip reproduction directly translates to human monetary profit).

As a potential host, you’re made to feel worthless in some area of your life (what I term the “axis of torment”) by a current host, until you’re psychologically ready to buy and obey a squip. 

The squip then compels you to make other people worthless in the same area of life, until the squip (as it has been marketed to you) seems like a natural solution to their problems. 

You might then offer the squip to your victims because your own squip encourages you to (as Rich does to Jeremy) and/or you come to believe that it just… really is the natural solution to their problems. (Jeremy to Michael: “I think you’re pissed I have one and you don’t!”)

This produces a chain of people who all (A) have squips, (B) produce more squip-hosts by ‘infecting’ (squipping) the particularly susceptible people around them (creating more squip demand → more squip production, yada yada yada), and (C) hold similar beliefs about the purpose of squips (cool pills, smart pills — and ostensibly anything else a brain pill could do, like “fixing” speech impediments as they mention in the book).

(cont)

Squips as symbiotes

The question I started with: Why does Rich’s squip decide that Jeremy needs a squip? And why now instead of earlier?

I mean, it’s odd, right? The squip’s primary goal is to improve people’s lives. Using Rich as a host/avatar, the squip makes choices that improve Rich’s life, and then essentially recommends itself to Jeremy in order to improve his life, too. That all makes sense!  …Except wait, if that was always the point, then why did it also decide to beat the crap out of Jeremy for over a year in the interim?

I’ve been rolling around the theory that squips don’t actually have a strong directive to improve people’s social standing or intelligence or anything like that — like most other organisms, all they really want to do is reproduce. 

If you think about it, they’re not that dissimilar to a virus in terms of their reproductive cycle. The only way a virus can reproduce is by taking over the cells of other organisms and forcing them to manufacture more viruses.* Squips need humans — not only to produce more squips, but also to provide their habitat (i.e. the human brain) and possibly their power source, and grant them physical presence in the world (if you’ve read Animorphs, you probably know what I’m talking about here). Squips are obligate parasites,** and humans are their host species. 

*[I’m not a virologist. This is probably an egregious generalization.] **[i.e. parasites that can’t survive outside of a host. Also, parasite is a loaded word here but I can’t get into that.]

Obviously, the easiest way to ensure the future of squipkind would be to “poison the water supply” (a la The Play), or at least squip a lot of people who are able to manufacture squips. Why they don’t just do that is definitely relevant (my personal theory is actually just the same explanation they use in — you guessed it — Animorphs, which posits that voluntary hosts are easier to control).

But I don’t really have time to dive into that here, so I just want to talk about the more subtle, deliberate tactic they use instead. Under squip contagion theory, squips prefer to select specific people and individually prepare them to become hosts.

Chain of torment: Rich → Jeremy

Rich’s squip torments Jeremy until he’s completely lost all sense of self worth, and then when he finally hits rock bottom — look at that, I’ve got just the thing! Just the thing to fix exactly the problem that I personally gave you! Crazy how that works out. 

…And it’s weird that it’s marketed like that to Jeremy, right? As a coolness pill? At least according to Michael, other people have been using it for intelligence/academics — and that’s just on top of his other amazing argument that didn’t get enough credit in the script honestly: (“You really think its primary function is to get you LAID? … of all possible applications for such a mind-blowingly advanced technology, you ever wonder what it’s doing inside of YOU?”) Certainly, it could be a catch-all “pill that fixes your life.” But for what it’s worth, scary stock boy seems to believe it’s specifically a coolness pill, too. (J: “How did you know why I’m here?” / SSB: “Just look at you, kid.”) 

I actually think the squips are just creating chains of customers, each tormenting the next on some axis of jealousy (like coolness or success) and then offering the squip as a solution to that jealousy. So by necessity, the next customer has to want the squip for the same reason you did, because that’s the only axis you can torment them on — the same one the squip has improved for you. This creates different “strains” of marketing. 

WOW friend’s brother has specifically been told that he’s an idiot (ostensibly by society, since they invoke grades, but obviously I like to imagine a squip was involved lol), and he thinks he’s buying a “pill that makes you smarter.” 

Rich(‘s squip) makes him popular, which makes Jeremy feel unpopular, so he must market the squip as a “popularity pill.” 

Axis of torment: Jeremy → Michael & Brooke

But not just a popularity pill. Rich SPECIFICALLY markets the squip as a pill that makes you feel seen — not just a blip, or a guy nobody even remembers going to their school. And then, well, what does Jeremy(‘s squip) proceed to do to Michael and Brooke…?

I’ll admit, it’s not the strongest theory, but I do think it’s an interesting framework in light of how Jeremy’s squip went “fuck this guy in particular” and decided to bring Michael to his absolute breaking point, to make him “wish [he] was never born.”* For just this brief moment, he’s finally reached Jeremy levels of disregard for his own identity. Because like Jeremy and pre-squip Rich, Michael has quite LITERALLY become invisible.

*[And yeah, I know this was partially unsquipped Jeremy’s doing, but I can’t even pretend to believe that this isn’t exactly what the squip would want him to do anyway.]

(Also, I know this is debatably to separate Jeremy from the Red? I won’t pretend I have a brilliant argument against that, because it’s a really fair point. But just as a thought, I also don’t think that was the most surefire way to eliminate Red from the equation.)

But hey, you know what’d actually be great for that? What could really turn things around for you, Michael? Hey, you know what could help you not be a loner and a stoner and a loser who drives a PT Cruiser? It’s like, this crazy thing you’ve probably never even heard of. Really obscure stuff. Yeah, it’s from Japan actually?

On Brooke: there was actually… no coolness-related reason to specifically target this girl who got cheated on, and then try to make Jeremy “cheat” on her. Is that really supposed to make him look cool? Even if it had gone as planned, it would’ve still just gotten half the cool kids in school to absolutely fucking hate him!

(Oh yeah, and also make Brooke feel completely worthless. But I’m sure that’s just collateral damage. I mean, it’s not like we have anything to gain from making some kid feel unseen and undesirable. Especially not when she lives in such close emotional proximity to two different squip hosts who are actively doing better in that department. Just a shame, really.)

And a final bit of anecdotal evidence, this time for Jenna: (JH: “That’s sad, what should I do?” SQ: “You should ignore her.”) Much like Michael and Brooke, here’s another kid on the margins of the social sphere. Why not make her feel just a little more invisible?

end note

// If you want a conclusion paragraph go read the TLDR again :P

Tysm for reading!!!! I know at heart the squip is just a total plot device, but it’s fun to get into the scifi lol. If you have your own theories feel free to share!! I know this is not the most solid interpretation out there :P

(Now excuse me while I try very hard to not write an Animorphs AU. Can’t believe K.A. Applegate single-handedly invented the idea of organisms that enlist down-on-their-luck people to take them into their brains and control what they do. Good for her.)

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Duty & Inclination

Faramir x male!reader

Requested: Anonymous

Summary: “Hello! May I request a fluff with faramir x male!reader? Maybe where the reader is also from a royal background?”

Pre-Lord of The Rings events

Authors Note: Dear Anon, I am so sorry to keep you waiting for so long for this fic. It has been like, two years since you submitted this... but I hope you are still around to enjoy it!!! I do feel like my writing while I’ve been on hiatus has gotten much better, so please enjoy :)

Also the title is from a book about Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens lmao

This may get a part two, I would love to continue this honestly and I want it to be a slow burn.

You gave yourself a (third) final glance-over in the mirror. It had been nearly two years since your father had suddenly passed, leaving you to shoulder his responsibilities sooner than anyone had ever anticipated. Tonight's feast in Minas Tirith was to be a grand showing of the continued allegiance to the Steward of the White City by the smaller lords that dotted the nation's countryside. As one such lord, you were to promise to provide fighting men or supplies should the Steward call upon them - an increasing demand as the shadows of Mordor encroached upon the land

Despite attending a handful of these feasts when you were younger, you couldn't help the growing pit of nerves in your stomach. This would be your first major diplomatic event since inheriting your father's title. You had attended to smaller matters and made appearances in your own holdings yes, but that was a familiar audience in a familiar setting. Now, you would be subjected to the scrutinizing eye of the Steward, Denethor, and his court.

With all of this weighing on your mind, you smoothed the front of your tunic. It was finely embroidered - your family's crest placed across your chest. Perhaps a little odd, but the familiar shield and symbols gave you comfort. May my forefathers give me the strength to get through this night, you thought.

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The mingling and light drinking that often preceded these feasts had yet to conclude. Already, you felt socially drained from the number of "battles", as you had taken to calling them, you fought. Older lords that engaged you in conversation for the sole purpose of testing the mettle of the newest addition to their ranks. A countless number of Mother's hunting you down to introduce their "most eligible and accomplished" daughters. The air inside the room felt warm and suffocating, with not a moments respite before being ambushed into yet another formal conversation.

The announcement of the entrance of the Steward and his two sons, Boromir and Faramir, provided an ample enough distraction for you to slip unnoticed to an open balcony. Leaning over the intricately carved white ledge, you breathed in the freedom of the open air. The balcony overlooked the gardens, allowing the delicate vanilla-and-jasmine scent of honeysuckle to dance in the warm summer air. Nursing your goblet of wine, you released a sigh you didn't know you were holding. If you closed your eyes, you could almost envision you were home - walking in the gardens, taking a seat beside the fountain where the roses and honeysuckle flourished, opening a copy of your favorite book-

The noise of footsteps behind you jolted you out of your daydream. A man's gentle voice fell upon your ears:

"Forgive me, I was unaware someone else had found the same hiding spot." You turned and were met by his soft grey eyes and the cascade of brown hair that fell nearly to his shoulders. Becoming aware that you were staring, practically gawking, at this stranger, you tried to offer a reply as the heat rose to your cheeks.

"Oh, it is quite alright. I'm sure there's enough room for the both of us to take refuge from the siege going on in there." At that, the corner of his mouth quirked up and he released a quiet chuckle. You flashed him a smirk of your own, shifting over and gesturing with a wave of your arm for him to join you. You both took in the picturesque view, enjoying the rare moment of silence, before you turned you head to talk to him.

"I suppose I'm correct in guessing you're more of a veteran at court if this is your go-to getaway?" He shifted to face toward you, a twinkle, perhaps of amusement, in his eyes.

"Yes, I suppose I am a veteran. On the other hand, I don't believe I have ever seen you here?"

"Definitely not. At least, if you have, it has been a long while." You sipped some of your wine before continuing, "I have only recently become responsible for my lands and my people. I spent much of my life in the country except for the occasional visit to Minas Tirith as a child."

"I am sorry for your loss," he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I know it is no easy task when others place such great expectations on you," he gave an extra squeeze to your shoulder before removing his hand, a faraway look coming over his eyes.

"Come now, let's not dwell on such things," You gently nudged him with your elbow. Taking a deep breath, you relaxed into the familiar floral scent of your daydream. "You know, before you joined me, I was reminiscing about the gardens at home. When I was a child, my friend and I would run absolutely wild in them. We would pick all of the honeysuckle flowers to get our fill of their sweet syrup. My mother nearly killed us after we picked all of the flowers within our reach." The light-hearted air returned to the man's demeanor at the account of your childhood antics.

"You see that fountain over there," he leaned closer to you to point out the structure within the garden. The scent of leather and books filled your senses. "As boys, my brother and I would wrestle and have water fights in it to battle the heat. It was perfectly fine until one day, my tutor came in search of me - I was late for one of my lessons you see - and my brother and I, we pulled him into the fountain with us." Your muffled laughter was barely contained by the hand you had placed over your mouth. "I still can't believe he ever forgave us for that," he finished.

"I wouldn't have blamed him if he didn't", you teased. "I did not take you for such a trouble maker," you continued laughing, your voice now intermingling with his own laughter. After the two of you had settled down, a suspicion finally struck your mind.

"Forgive me, I have been terribly rude and never asked for your name," you questioned.

"There is nothing to forgive, I assure you. I am Faramir, Captain of Gondor and second son to the Steward, Denethor." He gave a small bow with his head. The confirmation of who your fellow-refugee-companion was flushed your face with heat. Quickly, you bowed and gave him your name.

"I apologize for not recognizing you myself, my Lord. I am afraid I have acted too familiarly with one such as yourself." You kept your gaze away from him out of embarrassment. Great job, you thought sarcastically to yourself. You're supposed to swear allegiance to the Steward, yet you cannot even recognize one of his own sons. You must look like an absolute fool. You felt Faramir's hand gently take your chin, raising your eyes towards him.

"Again, there is nothing to forgive. I find your honesty and humor most refreshing. I do believe your companionship may make this night more bearable." Realizing how strongly and straightforward his words came out, a blush crept across his cheeks. Looking into his eyes, you could see that there was something there - an emotion, yet one you could not place. The light and musical ringing of a bell announced that the Steward and his guests would now be going through to the dining room for the feast. The noise of the guests moving and continuing their chatter broke the both of you away from the moment you had shared. Faramir removed his hand from where it had still been holding your chin. You tore your eye's away from his gaze, looking instead to the emptying room. You cleared your throat.

"It seems our refuge from the siege is over," your humorous tone returned once more. Leading the way, Faramir took a few steps towards the entrance back into the room, before turning and offering you a small smile.

"Ah, but at least we may weather the fury of the storm together now. Much better than trying to fight the battle alone, I believe." You chuckled at this comment.

Yes, back into the thick of it, but now you had someone to stand by your side, providing each other back up if the other should need it.

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