#Card readers

[l3xistentialism]

hey.

I’m lex, a tarot reader and astrologer currently practicing and working to rebuild my clientele after self-destructing my previous clientele.

This year has been a whirlwind, but I am back at a place where I can slow down and dedicate my time to one of my favorite things to do: CLIENT WORK!

I absolutely love to work with folks using tools like Tarot and Astrology to address issues in life and potentially provide a path forward rooted in clarity of intention.

To book a reading, feel free to reach me on here or IG (same handle).

I’ll never DM you but y’all can always DM me!

✌🏾

[mysticgazelle]

[nephritebabie]

pick your poison LMAOOO

[biggoldbelt]

Unlocking the Future of High-Speed Media with ProGrade Digital's David Saucedo at NAB Show 2025

David Saucedo Interview by Big Gold Belt Media –At NAB Show 2025, ProGrade Digital spokesperson David Saucedo breaks down the company’s latest advancements in memory cards, card readers, and professional workflow tools. From CFexpress innovations to blazing-fast transfer speeds, Big Gold Belt Media learns how ProGrade continues to push the limits of media storage for high-end creators and…

[bibbysstuff]

Cuteness Aggression

[kissandtellus]

Bulgin’: Caleb Edition

Synopsis: Caleb is obsessed with the way he looks inside of you. (Just a Drabble, I’m ovulating) RAF version here! Sylus version is here! Zayne’s version is here!

Warning: Smut, size difference, bulging, tummy bulge, Caleb likes seeing you cry, use of ‘Gege’.

The first time it happens, it’s almost innocent.

As innocent as the outline of Caleb’s cock bulging in your tummy can be.

You’re already crying from the feeling of being so full, of being stretched so wide. Caleb is slack-jawed when his hips twitch and the bugle moves.

You are a mix of awe and horror, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “‘S too big Cal! T-take it outtt!” You whine helplessly. Caleb breaks free of his trance and rolls his hips back to pull out but the bulge shifts and you both moan.

It was addicting.

Now it’s Caleb’s favorite thing in the world. You’re a whimpering, slobbering mess when he’s fucking up into your fluttering walls. The outline of his cock presses under your flesh.

“See how big Gege is inside? Yeah? Oh Pretty girl you look so precious cryin’ for me.” He grabs at your waist, pushing his thumbs on either side of his delectable cock and pushes down.

You wail, hips stuttering when the action makes it hard to miss his cock pistoning in and out of your heat.

“G-Gege! S’ mean!” This big crocodile tears you give him don’t work anymore. He knows you want nothing more than to cream around his cock, the frothy ring around the base is testament to that.

“Ohhh I know Pips, Gege is so mean! Are you gonna cry for Gege-“ tears roll down your reddened cheeks as the heel of his palm presses against the bulge- “Aww there we go. Go on baby. Gege always wipes your tears. Tell Gege how mean he is.”

[harshmishra8726]

Enhancing Security with Flap Barriers in Automated Entrances

Flap barriers are transforming the way we approach security and entrance automation. These modern access control solutions are designed to effectively manage and secure entry points, offering high security and convenience. Today, we'll discuss the benefits of incorporating flap barriers for automated entrances and how they regulate crowd flow.

What are Flap Barriers?

Flap barriers are sophisticated access control devices featuring retractable flaps that open and close to permit or deny entry. Constructed from durable materials such as stainless steel and reinforced glass, these barriers are built to withstand heavy use while maintaining a sleek, contemporary appearance. They are commonly used in various high-traffic settings, including office buildings, transportation hubs, and public venues.

Enhancing Security with Flap Barriers

Controlled Access

Flap barriers provide precise control over who can enter secured areas. By integrating with card readers, biometric scanners, or QR code readers, they ensure that only authorized personnel gain access. This feature is crucial for maintaining security in sensitive or restricted areas.

Real-Time Monitoring

Equipped with advanced sensors and software, modern flap barriers offer real-time monitoring and reporting capabilities. Security teams can track entry and exit activities, which enhances overall security management. This continuous oversight is essential for environments where tracking movement is critical.

Deterrence and Prevention

The presence of flap barriers serves as a strong deterrent to unauthorized individuals. Their robust and high-tech appearance discourages attempts to breach security. Additionally, the ability of these barriers to swiftly close in response to unauthorized access attempts significantly reduces the risk of security breaches.

Integration with Other Security Systems

Flap barriers can be seamlessly integrated with other security measures such as CCTV cameras, alarm systems, and building management systems. This integration allows for comprehensive security solutions, where different systems work together to provide enhanced protection and efficient monitoring.

Benefits of Using Flap Barriers

Efficiency and Speed

Designed for high-traffic environments, flap barriers operate quickly and efficiently, allowing large numbers of people to pass through quickly. This is particularly beneficial in places like metro stations, airports, and office complexes where managing crowd flow is essential.

User-Friendly Operation

Flap barriers are easy to use, offering automated operation that minimizes the need for manual intervention. This user-friendly design improves the overall experience for both employees and visitors, making entry and exit processes smooth and hassle-free.

Space-Saving Design

Compared to other access control solutions, flap barriers have a more compact footprint. They require less installation space, making them ideal for areas where space is at a premium. Their sleek and modern design also enhances the aesthetic appeal of the entry points they secure.

Durability and Low Maintenance

Constructed from high-quality materials, flap barriers are designed to endure frequent use and harsh environmental conditions. They require minimal maintenance, making them a cost-effective long-term solution for access control. Regular maintenance checks are sufficient to ensure their optimal performance.

Crowd Control

Effective crowd control is essential in high-traffic areas such as transportation hubs, stadiums, and large office buildings. Flap barriers are designed to manage crowd flow efficiently, ensuring that people move smoothly and orderly through entry points.

1. Regulating Entry and Exit

Flap barriers regulate the flow of people by allowing one person to pass at a time. This controlled entry and exit prevent overcrowding at access points, reducing the risk of accidents or bottlenecks.

2. Reducing Queues

By efficiently managing the rate at which people enter or exit an area, flap barriers help to reduce queues and waiting times. This is particularly important during peak hours when the volume of people is highest. The quick and automated operation of flap barriers ensures a steady and continuous flow, improving the overall user experience.

3. Preventing Unauthorized Access

Flap barriers' ability to allow or deny entry based on authorization helps prevent unauthorized access, which is crucial for crowd control. Unauthorized individuals cannot bypass security checks, ensuring that only those with proper credentials can enter the area. This helps in maintaining order and security in crowded environments.

4. Emergency Response

In case of emergencies, flap barriers can be programmed to open automatically, allowing for a swift evacuation. This feature ensures that people can quickly and safely exit the premises, reducing the risk of injury during emergencies. Additionally, the integration with alarm systems can trigger the barriers to open in response to a fire alarm or other emergency signals.

5. Guiding Traffic Flow

Flap barriers can be strategically placed to guide the flow of foot traffic, directing people toward specific areas and preventing congestion. This is particularly useful in large venues where directing the movement of crowds is essential for safety and efficiency.

Enhanced User Experience

Flap barriers not only provide security but also enhance the overall experience for users. The smooth and efficient operation of these barriers reduces delays and frustrations associated with manual checks and long queues. Their sleek design and automated functionality add a modern touch to entrance areas, making them more welcoming and user-friendly.

Conclusion

Flap barriers offer a robust and efficient solution for enhancing security and managing crowd flow in automated entrances. Their ability to provide controlled access, real-time monitoring, and seamless integration with other security systems makes them an invaluable asset for any organization. Whether for high-traffic public spaces, secure office buildings, or sensitive facilities, flap barriers ensure a secure, efficient, and user-friendly access control system. By choosing flap barriers, businesses can achieve a high level of security and operational efficiency, making them a smart investment for modern security needs.

[thephantomsdream]

Price: It has 5 bedrooms, three bathrooms, full basement with laundry room, but it has room for making a couple more bedrooms and a bathroom.

Price: Was thinking of using this bedroom as a guest bedroom for now.

Price: The other bigger ones for the kids someday.

Price: An open kitchen, very big, a little bare for now.

Price: This is my office.

Price: This would be your space. You can do anything you want with it.

Price: A reading room, a gaming room, art room...

Y/N: What?

Price: In the back there's a greenhouse and a big garden. Do you like gardening or just having flowers around?

Price: I can arrange someone to come every so often to take care of the yard.

Y/N: Wait...

Price: Let me walk you through it, you'll love it.

Price: I can build a gazebo riiiight there. What do you think?

Y/N: John, enough.

Price: (tilts head confused)

Y/N: This is literally our first date.

Price: (shaking his head) None of that.

Price: What's your ring size?

[brujamala-aka-gigi]

images by Kira Cyan

[catcze]

No bcs the way Sylus would never ever let you pay for anything…..one time, you try to pay discretely during dinner when you think he’s not looking ( bc you wanna pay for something !! It's not like you're broke, after all, and you don't want it to seem like you're only after him for his black card ) and he just. Snatches the bill away from you !! Before you can even blink !! And when you look at him, his brow is raised and there's a smug, playful smirk on his face— and a silent 'Really, sweetie?' hangs in the air, like he can't believe his eyes. And before you can even protest, he's already handing the bill —with his card in it— back to the waitstaff.

"Better luck next time," Sylus says, shooting you a smirk, knowing full well he's not gonna let you pay next time, either.

[peachylynnie]

you make him lose his cool

word count: 900-1k per lead synopsis: in which you provoke them, and they love it. (inspired by kiss of life's igloo) contains: fem!reader x lads men (separate, non!mc), established relationship, downbad men, NSFW CONTENT MDNI (i'm talking grinding, oral sex implications, etc), song lyrics, and cursing. a/n: UPDATED WITH CALEB AS OF 2/1/25 i feel hot whenever i listen to this song. i hope you do too while reading. enjoy! do not plagiarize or translate. lads men do NOT endorse plagiarism. reblogs & comments appreciated. lads masterlist | tagged: @vvintqz (ik this is technically the reader teasing xavier but u said to tag u when i write xavier so i hope u enjoy)

caleb

What you heard? (What you heard?) But it's never what you think, trust

it's impossible to surprise caleb.

he always knows what you're up to.

whether you're just waking up from a heavenly two-hour nap or going out to get your hands on the latest edition of your favorite blind box series, he's always there.

last time you tried to cook yourself a meal (ever since you started dating, he hasn't let you lift a finger), he came home early and snatched the spatula away from you, insisting that you sit down and look pretty for him while he makes his signature braised wings.

you're not sure how he does it. maybe he has a secret camera or a tracker installed (ha). though, you don't have any complaints. you think it's fucking hot how he's never away from you.

even so, you've been wanting to surprise him for a while now. blame it on your desire to fluster him as much as he flusters you. you're going to surprise him AT LEAST once in your lifetime.

which explains why you're in an apron right now, with absolutely nothing underneath.

to be honest, you were hoping to surprise him with homemade apple pie since he's always cooking for you. but again, you want to fluster him. thus the apron, a long piece of denim fabric wrapped tightly around your waist and hung dangerously low at your chest. you can't deny how delectable you appeared when you looked in the mirror, admiring your exposed arms, legs, back, and neck—anything that would drive the esteemed colonel insane. you felt jittery just thinking about the look he would have on his face when he walked in through the door of your shared home.

however, your joy is short-lived when your phone rings while you slice up some apples in the kitchen.

"what's with the apron, pipsqueak?"

you put the knife down with a sigh. "do you have a camera installed in here or what?"

caleb chuckles into the phone. "wouldn't you like to know?"

"i would like to know so i can turn the damn thing off and actually surprise you for once, dipshit," you retort playfully as you adjust your phone between your ear and shoulder, picking up the knife to continue chopping. you suppose you should still make the pie since you already got the ingredients out.

"aw," he mocks, his voice dripping with arousal. "did my little pipsqueak dress up just for me?"

"yes," you snap, rolling your eyes. "but this little pipsqueak is about to change since you ruined her surprise."

your threat does little to faze caleb, as evidenced by his endearing laughter.

"don't be upset, pips," he teases into the phone. before you can scoff at his audacity to tell you not to be upset, your ears catch the hurried footsteps in the background of the call. it doesn't take long for you to hope your boyfriend is on his way home—on his way to you. sure enough, his next words cause heat to pool between your bare legs.

"keep the apron on. i'll be home soon."

after he hangs up, you put your phone down with a giggle, eager for what's to unfold once he arrives. however, you still can't help but wonder if he actually has a camera installed because how the fuck does he always know what you're up to? you frown as you turn your head left and right. you don't see any red flashing lights in places that could provide him an optimal view. nope. nothing in the corners of the ceilings and nothing in the walls either. before you can convince yourself your boyfriend is somehow omniscient, you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

his dog tag. seems like he forgot to put it on after putting on his uniform. you pocket it, hoping to give it to him when he gets home.

but your mind is truly one of a kind. as caleb likes to put it, resourceful during the most critical moments.

because when he's balls deep inside of you, coaxing your second orgasm out of you, you get the bright idea to fish your shaky fingers into the pocket of your bunched-up apron and put. it. on.

caleb's eyes widen upon seeing his dog tag on you. there it was, the important item he forgot this morning, resting between the delicious valley of your breasts, bouncing up and down while jingling an enticing melody.

"fuck—pipsqueak, you—" he thrusts harshly, pistoning into your sopping heat. you throw your head back at the sensation, allowing him an even better view of his chain, mingling with the beads of sweat on your collarbone. shit, he's so turned on right now. not only were your swollen, sweet lips adorning his name, but so was your pretty little neck. it filled the young colonel with pride. and enough vigor to bring you to your third release, as evidenced by the endless slamming of his hips and the clenching of your thighs.

"good girl," he helps you through your high before letting go of your waist, hoping to give you a break. "i'll go get a towel. stay here."

but when your pilot of a lover goes to leave, you wrap your legs around him and pull him to you, causing him to collide with you. caleb hisses at the contact, sensitive more than ever.

"don't push it, pipsqueak," he warns as he plants both of his arms on the kitchen counter, caging you in. "you need to rest."

"i don't think so, colonel," you prop yourself on your elbows, meeting his eyes boldly. "i don't think so at all."

caleb swears he feels his mechanical arm short-circuit because what you do next is just fucking tantalizing.

you pinch his dog tag and bring it to your mouth.

his breathing quickens substantially when your teeth take the shiny piece of metal as their prisoner. it's not long before his dog tag is trapped between your seductive canines and your thighs are tightened around his waist.

with a shameless smile, you jut your chin towards the man, signaling to him to make his move.

caleb growls, seizing the chain with both hands and bringing you to his face.

"i warned you, pips."

extra (in honor of his official installment)

as you munch on some apple pie in caleb's embrace on the couch, you can't help but ask.

"how did you know about the apron but not the dog tag?"

your boyfriend sniffs before answering, a little bit of pie still in his mouth.

"i couldn't check the cameras on the way home."

"oh that makes sense."

"…"

"wait, what?!"

sylus

Glass room, perfume, Kodak on that lilac (alright) Slipping on my short dress, know he like that (like that)

there's nothing like getting ready in sylus' bathroom. not because of the sheer size of it (it takes at least a day to explore his residence), but because of how good you look in the mirror right now. you can't help but smile as you step back to get a full look at yourself.

sylus went all out for tonight's auction.

he gifted you a tight-fitting ebony dress, its gorgeous silk straps accentuating your shoulders perfectly. he also gifted you a pair of evening gloves, its velvet fabric wrapping around your arms flawlessly. of course, the dress came with priceless jewels and heels. as you twirl in front of the mirror, the scarlet gems on your ears glimmer, and the cherry kitten heels on your feet click. oh, you look so good, you can kill.

but what seals the deal is the neck accessory he got you.

an intricate, black choker made out of lace. fucking lace. a scoff leaves your mouth when you notice the ruby medallion hanging at the center. his taste is as clear as day.

as you reach behind your neck to clip the choker, the man of the hour walks in. you meet his eyes through the mirror, your hands still at the back of your neck. "sylus."

"miss," he acknowledges in return, an unmistakable smirk appearing on his lips. his eyes trail down your figure. "you look stunning."

"thanks," you giggle as you hook the choker clasp. "you don't look bad yourself."

and you're absolutely right. although he has his usual dress shirt on, his outerwear is completely new. a gorgeous red blazer, adorned with inky brush strokes, sits proudly on his shoulders. moreover, his accessories are new (he's never worn any before). cuffed around his right hand is a sleek platinum watch, spotlighting his forearm deliciously. hanging from his left ear are silver chains, shining unashamedly. you can't help but bite your lips as you admire your lover in the mirror.

yeah, sylus went all out tonight.

catching the hazy look in your glittered eyes, he tilts his head before grinning, "like what you see, sweetie?"

you roll your eyes playfully before returning to the sink. "yes, actually. didn't know you were capable of wearing something other than black."

sylus chuckles as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. "i've worn colors other than black before."

"if you're talking about the two outfits that have the belt around the sleeve," you list nonchalantly as you pick up your lip gloss. "they don't count. they have black on them."

"i'm talking about the red cardigan, sweetie," he counters smoothly, eyeing the lip gloss in your hand.

"ah." you run the wand over your parted lips, enjoying the feeling of gloss on them. "touche," you say, bending over the sink to see if you missed a spot. you do, however, miss the way sylus' fingers tighten around his arms when your dress hikes up. smacking your lips together, you lift the wand to reapply. "but you barely even wear that. so that doesn't count either."

sylus hums, barely paying attention to what you just said. his eyes are transfixed on the wand. he's mesmerized by how it travels across your lips, slathering them with sticky, shimmery syrup, leaving him thirsty for a taste. not to mention the sounds leaving your lips whenever you press them together. sweet, squelching sounds that have him pressing against you in mere seconds, his hands gripping the edge of the sink.

at first, you were taken aback by his sudden proximity. but after feeling something prod at your back, you smile amusingly before placing the wand down. "i'm assuming," you swiftly turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, his eyes widening as you pull him closer. "there's been a change of plans." you slowly lick your lips, collecting some excess gloss. as it drips from the tip of your tongue, you ask with a tilt of your head, "how late are we going to be?"

that's it.

sylus crashes into you, his tongue desperately trying to lap up the excess gloss. his hands haphazardly roam all over your body before lifting you onto the sink, pinning you down as his lips smear your lip gloss everywhere. you moan, trying to match his fervor. the sinful mixing of breaths, saliva, and gloss floods your mind, causing you to wrap your legs around him and bring him closer to you. he welcomes the action, gasping and grinding into you.

by the time he pulls away for air, both of you are left panting like dogs, mouths and chins smothered in sheen.

your eyes never leave sylus' as you wipe your chin, a string of gloss and saliva hanging prettily from your gloved palm. with a groan, he dives into your neck and sinks his teeth into your collarbone. you throw your head back at the pain, whimpering when he soothes the spot with his tongue.

but when sylus traces a finger up your back, you freeze immediately.

why?

oh, because he's unzipping your dress.

"sorry, sweetie," he chuckles into your perfumed skin, savoring your surprised reaction when he drags the zipper all the way down. "we won't be late."

you look at him in confusion, barely processing the silk straps falling off your shoulders.

he leans in and whispers into your ear.

"we won't be going at all."

xavier

Heart attack, IV when I walk the street Vitamins that D, I'm good, I'm healthy

your starlight of a boyfriend collapses onto the bed, his legs hanging off the edge and his pants dangling pathetically from his ankles.

you giggle at the sight, wiping your lips clean of his release. as you rub a drop between your index finger and thumb, you notice the texture's a bit thick, almost like jelly.

"xavier," you call lovingly, rising from your knees and crawling on top of him. he barely responds; his eyes are screwed shut with beads of sweat trailing down his face, neck, chest, legs, everywhere. shit, what did you do to him? he can't get his chest to stop heaving, his mouth to stop watering, and his ears to stop ringing. he can't do anything. not with the way you looked so pretty on top of him, especially after making him release so intensely in your mouth.

"xavier," you repeat as you cradle his face, making his dazed eyes meet yours. "when was the last time you drank water?"

"water?" he pants. "i'm not sure. why do you ask?"

"well," you show him your fingers. he gulps, flushing a deeper shade of red. "this tells me you haven't been drinking enough water."

you get up to retrieve some water from the kitchen. xavier whines at the loss of contact. although he tries to stop you from leaving, you easily slip out of his weak embrace (he literally got his life sucked out of him; cut him some slack). after you reassure him with a kiss on his forehead, you open the door. "i'll be back soon."

he responds with a whimper before closing his eyes. before he knows it, he falls asleep.

not even five minutes have passed when you return to the room, a glass of water in your hand and a packet of vitamins in the other.

"xavier?" after placing the items down on the nightstand, you sit on the bed to admire the view. there he is, sleeping soundly with his shirt unbuttoned and pants unbuckled, his chest slowly rising up and down and his cute nose scrunching every so often. you almost feel bad when you wake him up. almost. as much as you like watching your boyfriend sleep, he needs his water and vitamins, considering how much energy he uses to fight wanderers.

"wake up, xavier," you coo. "you need your vitamins."

he stirs, peeking one eye open to look at you. cute, you think. "i'm too tired, angel." he whines before closing his eye again. "i'll have some later."

"come on," you chuckle. "at least drink some water. you're dehydrated."

hoping to keep him awake, you litter his face with kisses, repeatedly pecking his adorable features. his droopy eyelids, his button nose, his fluffy cheeks, his moist forehead, his small chin—not a single spot is missed.

his little laughs repay your efforts. before you can continue your bombardment of kisses, his arms wrap around your shoulders, successfully pinning you down to him. you're surprised by how quickly he replenished his strength.

"you're trapped," he points out cheekily. "now we can both sleep."

"xavier," it's your turn to whine. "you need to drink some water. besides," you try to get up but fail miserably due to his tight embrace. "you need to scoot up, and i need to lay down properly if we both want to sleep." still no signs of letting you go.

you sigh before poking at your boyfriend's waist, causing him to yelp.

he immediately lets go of you, rubbing the spot you just touched. taking the chance to escape, you stand up and reach for the glass and vitamins.

"meanie," he pouts. "i thought we agreed to not tickle each other for today."

"that's because you try to tickle me all the time," you retort playfully, opening the packet of vitamins. "besides, i only tickle you as a last resort. unlike you, i'm nice." you pop the vitamin in your mouth and bring the glass to your lips.

"as if." he yanks up his pants and crosses his arms. "last time i checked, being nice means letting your boyfriend sleep peacefully," he quips as he turns away from you, hoping his grumpy little act will coax more kisses from you.

instead, a hand comes into his view and grasps the sheets. furrowing his brows, he shifts back to ask what's wrong but is startled to find your face hovering above his. 

"angel, what—"

you press your lips into his, your free hand gripping his chin. on instinct, xavier opens his mouth, expecting your tongue to greet his. however, his eyes widen when he feels something pour in. oh. he greedily swallows the water and vitamin, his fingers weaving into your hair.

you pull away abruptly, a drop of water trickling down the corner of your lips. before he can say anything, you grab the glass of water and drink from it again, your hooded eyes never leaving his. xavier groans at the sight, his chest heaving for the third time today. and it's barely afternoon. oh, you're going to be the death of him.

he's sure of it when you return to his lips, water flowing into his mouth so sensually as his tongue reaches out for more. this time, you rest your entire body on top of him, allowing him to grab at your hips and thrust upward, desperately rubbing against your clothed core and seeking any type of friction that could relieve him of this growing desire you satiated with your mouth less than ten minutes ago. he never wants to drink water alone ever again.

“a-angel,” he moans when you pull away again. “why?” 

“you need more water, xavier.” you tease with a lick of your lips. “gotta make sure my boyfriend is hydrated, ya know?”

with that, you go to stand up and reach for the glass. however, the room spins as xavier pins you down, your positions switched and your wrists restrained above your head. your eyes widen, realizing you might've pushed your boyfriend too far. 

"angel," dark, cerulean eyes burn into you before glancing at the glass. “that's not enough water.”

rafayel

Yeah, white tippy-toe summer, I make him go dumb, duh He doubled down on that text, says that I'm the only one

(heads up, reader doesn't have to be mc but they know about rafayel's identity as the sea god and he calls you his beloved bride)

rafayel isn't sure how he got here.

you, on top of his bare chest, nibbling at his neck and dragging a finger down his clenched abdomen.

"c-cutie," he stammers. "someone might see."

he's not wrong. you're at the beach after all. but it's a private beach, one the artist rented for a date. so really, what's the harm in pinning your boyfriend down in the sand and showing him how much you appreciate him?

"you're the one who said this place was private, raf." you giggle before sinking your teeth into him, eliciting a moan. "besides, we both know why you suggested a date at the beach. don't tell me you forgot." you trail your finger along the waistband of his swim trunks. he jolts, his half-lidded eyes meeting your misty ones.

of course, he didn't forget. but considering the current, scandalous situation he's in right now, his memory is a bit hazy. as you twirl the drawstring with your index finger, rafayel bites his lip and tries to remember how exactly he got here.

last thing he remembers is you excitedly texting him about your package coming in.

a package, pft. no big deal, right?

wrong.

he almost dropped his phone when you sent him a picture of the package, more specifically, you wearing its contents.

a gorgeous two-piece swimsuit in the color of his hair. fuck, lavender has never looked so good on you. the way the tight, skimpy fabric hugged all the right places, making you seem so so malleable. the way you posed in front of the mirror, your face bridling with innocent excitement but your body positioned so so temptingly. shit, he hopes this exhibition ends soon because his slacks feel suffocating all of a sudden.

it wasn't long before he spammed you with a hurricane of texts consisting of flattering emojis and praises about how you're the only one he'll ever love (dramatic but heartwarming) and how he would love to take you on a date at the beach as soon as this stupid exhibition is over so you can swim in your new set to your heart's content (totally not because he wants to see the real thing).

yeah, now he remembers. he got himself into this situation. you even tried to stop him.

"uh," he recalls you hesitating through the call. "aren't you tired from your exhibit?"

"nope," he immediately answers, causing you to raise a brow. "not at all, cutie. i'm in tip-top shape. what better place for us to test your swimsuit than the beach?"

"us?" you repeat amusingly. "since when was testing a swimsuit a two-person thing?"

shit, he got caught.

"raf," you giggle at his silence. "if you want to see me wear this in person, you can always just ask, you know?"

"w-what?! no!" he acts as if you insulted his artwork. "i just thought it'd be a good opportunity for us to go on a date and to test the quality of your swimsuit! what if one day you go into the water and it gets untied or something? what if i'm not there to protect you from prying eyes? you can never be careful enough with swimsuits, especially shipped ones!"

"uh-huh," you drawl skeptically. "i'm sure a triple-knotted bikini will SOMEHOW get untied by the waves."

"come on, cutie," rafayel whines. "i know a perfect, private place! i'll even bring the food, the blankets, everything! please?" (he purposely emphasized "private" because no way in the seven seas is he going to let anyone look at you in a bikini)

you sigh before observing yourself in the mirror once more. the bikini DID look good, and you DID buy it for future swimming dates with rafayel. might as well, right? besides, you can't say no to him, especially when he begs so cutely like that.

"fine, raf," he remembers you giving in with an endearing sigh. "send me the address of the beach once you're done. i'll stop by your place to pack your swimming trunks."

and here you are, resting on top of him and drawing figure eights with your fingertips IN his swimming trunks.

he would laugh at the irony if it weren't for your provocative actions. you were the one who brought him his swimming trunks, and now, you were the one making him wish you didn't bring them so he could see how pretty your fingers looked right next to his—

yeah, he definitely got himself into this situation. he has no one to blame but himself for his predicament. it's his fault he's currently twitching and throbbing underneath you as you breathe into his neck and tease doodles into his thighs.

"oh fuck, cutie—" rafayel jerks his head back when you suck on his adam's apple. your mouth felt so good. you felt so good. 

after pulling back with a 'pop,' you trace the red mark with your free hand, admiring your artwork on your artist of a lover. unfortunately for him (fortunately, really), this causes him to squirm uncontrollably. the simultaneous stimulation from your right hand on his thigh and your left hand on his neck was just too much for the lemurian. he swears he's this close to bursting all over the sand like a messy, wet bubble. 

suddenly, you stop, withdrawing both of your hands from his body. 

"c-cutie?" he lifts his neck to look at you but finds himself confused as to why you're sitting up. though, his confusion is quelled when you reach behind your neck. 

oh. 

your hands come into view, each one tugging on the strings of your top.

oh fuck. 

he doesn't even see your top fall. no. he's completely frozen (and hard) when you lay back down on him, smushing your now-exposed chest into his abdomen, allowing him a view that brings roses to his cheeks. (he can feel your nipples rubbing against him).

"oh, god of the tides," you purr with a smirk as you press your ear into his chest, relishing in his rapid heartbeats. "you promised you would test this swimsuit with me." before he can deny your reminder of his mistake from the earlier call, you grab his hand and bring it to rest against your swimsuit bottoms, causing his breath to hitch. "won't you make good on your promise?" 

rafayel swallows shakily before nodding. 

"anything for my beloved bride." 

zayne

Mm, yeah, I make him lose his cool Yeah, I make him go mmmmmm ah! ah!

doctor zayne, the epitome of calm and control, reduced to this.

a red-faced mess, losing his cool in a rocking chair, thanks to his lover shaving his chin on his lap.

his lover, who just so happens to be wearing a nightgown, a silk, sapphire nightgown with lace ruffles and ribbons that drove the man insane.

to make matters worse (better), your bare thighs were on either side of his hips, caressing and stroking him whenever you would move to shave his chin.

don't even get him started on the fact that you're sitting right on top of his crotch. he prays to any merciful soul out there that you don't feel him growing down there-

he inhales sharply when you reach behind him for a towel, your chest mere millimeters from his face.

"you okay, zayne?" you ask with faux concern.

"yes," he clenches his jaw. it's taking him everything to not dive in and lick, suck, bite—anything to relieve him of this torment. "please hurry."

"hurry?" you pout with a tilt of your head. "but why?" you lift his chin to wipe some excess shaving cream. "do you not want me to shave you?"

"no, darling. it's just—" his hands fly to your waist for stability when you place the towel back in its place. shit, every time you lift yourself onto your knees to reach behind him, the chair moves more and more, resulting in a pattern where when he leans back, you press into him, and when you lean back, he presses into you. it's not helping that this pattern deliciously resembles a certain rhythm in bed.

"it's just?" you repeat to him, stroking his jaw to inspect for stray hairs.

he doesn't say anything. how can he? he can't just spill about how badly he wants to kiss your sweet lips, squeeze at your delectable chest, rip your enticing nightgown apart, and take everything you have to offer. no, he can't. not when you approached him so innocently with a cute smile on your face after he came home, asking if you could shave him. (he almost fell to his knees when he saw what you were wearing). not when you look so beautiful gazing at him from above, handling his skin with addictive yet gentle touches, and glowing underneath the moonlight from the open windows. shaking his head, he grips your waist with renewed resolve.

"it's nothing," he closes his eyes. "please continue." he would rather drink alcohol than misinterpret your innocent intentions.

except there was nothing innocent about your intentions at all. you admit, it's fun to tease zayne like this. the way his lips would chase after your fingers whenever you traced them, the way his eyes would falter whenever you leaned in, the way his breath would hitch whenever you moved your hips, oh it all made you feel wanted. and who could want more than a gorgeous, capable doctor who looks at you as if he's going to die if he can't have you?

you. you want more. you WANT him to have you, take you, right here on this rocking chair. you thought teasing him with a few shifts of your hips and some purposeful closings of distances between his face and yours would relay the message. but no. he's either completely oblivious or has the will of a steel that's been fortified ten times over. because even though he's made it incredibly clear that he wants what you want (his blushing cheeks and shortage of breaths are hard to miss), all he's done is sit there and take your teasing.

you frown, retracting your hand. what's it going to take for doctor zayne, the epitome of calm and control, to give in?

a lightbulb flashes in your head.

"hang on, i missed a spot," you lie, lifting yourself up once more to reach for the shaving cream next to you. "i'll make this quick."

and with that, you slam your hips down.

he groans out loud, eyebrows furrowing and fingers tightening around your hips. he still hasn't opened his eyes though.

"are you sure you're okay, zayne?" you ask innocently, twisting left and right. "i'm worried about you."

"w-why," he starts hoarsely, his fingers gripping for dear life, trying to stop you from moving so damn much. "why would you be worried?"

"oh, i don't know," you smear shaving cream all over his jaw before trailing your fingers down to his neck. "you just seem so…" you slowly trace a heart on his collarbone, eliciting a pretty gasp from him. "out of it."

zayne's eyes jerk open, glaring at you with unprecedented focus. you smile cheekily before pressing yourself deeper into him, eager to bear witness to what he'll do and say since he finally opened his eyes.

though, your smile doesn't last long. in an instant, his hands pin yours behind your back, causing your back to arch and your lips to part.

"i'm starting to think," he secures your wrists in his right hand and brings his left to his face, wiping away the mess you made. "you're doing this on purpose."

you grin. finally. he finally got the message. unable to hide your excitement, you lean in next to his ear and whisper, "what are you going to do about it, doc-tor?"

he inhales sharply, yanking your wrists.

"perhaps," he growls. "it's time you get a taste of your own medicine. prescribed by yours truly."

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[mysticgazelle]

Just a little idea of what my energy's like

[lilianne-tarot]

Pick a card: What do they secretly simp over when they fall for you ⋆˙⟡

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‧ ₊ ˚ ✧ PILE 1 ‎✧ ˚ ₊ ‧

Welcomeee my dear reader of pile 1!!! Let me tell you something, Pile 1, the way y’all unintentionally snatch hearts out here is not fair 😭💀. You catch people’s eyes so easily, like, without even trying. And it happens the most when you're just… being your purely unapologetic self. No forced perfection, no seeking validation, no “do I look okay?” energy. Just you in your own world. THAT’S when the spotlight shines on you and your admirers suddenly forget how to breathe. It happens a lot, trust me, and with many of them (Not kidding, I literally took a deep breath while writing this because that’s how intense your energy felt 😭.)BUT, y'all are also the type to zone out very easily.

Your eyes, babygirl… ooooofff. They radiate like lasers, not the dangerous kind, the kind that pierce right through someone’s heart and leave a permanent mark. People don’t just see you, they feel you. They remember you. You're the kind of person who makes tarot readers like me throw my cards in the air and yell, “Y’ALL DON’T KNOW YOUR POWER 😩🔥.” Because you don’t. But you need to.

Shadow work is screaming your name rn. Like, it came through LOUDLY, even in a love-focused reading. YKW. YALL DO SOME SHADOW WORK ASAPPP. TAKE MY DAMN ADVICE. NOW. Y'all have no idea how much this would elevate your presence. Just look through what kind of shadow work you exactly need. If i had to suggest something that would generally suit most people of this pile that i would suggest shadow work for leo traits cuz damn the amonut of yellow and orange i saw here is insane. And the first thing I heard from the universe was that y'all need to do some shadow work. DO IT. 

Coming back to your secret admirers, these poor souls are really trying their best to impress you. They know they’re not just dealing with “a crush.” You’re Top tier in their eyes. Their self-awareness skyrockets around you. They’re not delulu anymore, just down bad 🫡. It’s like someone walks into a room, sees you and suddenly their inner monologue switches to: “How do I become worthy of this goddess?” No joke. What’s SO special about this pile is that your admirers aren’t just thirsting after you. They’re rooting for your happiness. Like genuinely. When you smile, their heart just calms down. When you’re glowing? They feel like the sun has just risen. No in-and-out, no confusion. When people fall for you, they fall hard and purely. Like that “I’d walk to the ends of the Earth if you needed milk” kind of love 😭.

AHHH THIS PILE IS SO WHOLESOME MY HEART CAN’T TOELRATE THIS😭 these people want to always nurture you and protect that zeal and infectious positivity you have. I'm reminded of one edit of “The Summer I Turned Pretty” where Belly says. “MY boyfriend, MY jeremiah” with wanna be yours by Arctic Monkeys plays in the background. Like THAT’S the vibe. That’s the kind of energy or whole scenario that goes through your admirer's mind when they think of you. BUT BUT BUT, YOU are *THE* CONRAD of their life, “everywhere I go, there's a memory of Conrad”( belly's words btw), you're The one they never forget. The one who leaves traces of their existence in every corner of their memory. Every place they go, every random moment, they see something that reminds them of you. You’re not just a person. You’re a feeling. (I'll stop with my tsitp rant here) 

And yes, even the ones who are like, “Ugh, I don’t believe in love” yeah, them too. Even they catch themselves picturing a cozy little future with you. You spark this strange but beautiful kind of chivalry in them. They wanna step up. Be better. Match your level. They’d rather work their asses off to be someone who could actually sit beside you and feel worthy, instead of just fantasizing forever. You radiate stability and class, while simultaneously being that distant dream they hope to one day reach. They’re constantly imagining “what if” scenarios. Like literally, someone out there probably thinks about you while washing dishes, daydreaming about what it would be like to talk about your future house, your dogs, your chaotic love language, all of it. Even if they don’t believe in “happily ever after,” they want one with you. LET ME INTERRUPT WITH THIS: You may sometimes think, “Why doesn’t anyone ever fall for me like THAT?” Bestie. Stop right there. People DO fall for you, they just assume they don’t stand a chance. You're not seen as someone people wanna “hook up with for fun.” You’re seen as the person they’re not good enough for. And honestly, that’s their own mental block. “Your lips say nothing, but your eyes say everything.”

Your introversion, your peace, your love for personal space, those are the exact things that make people fall in love at first sight. For this, yall can also say that generally the people who fall for you are either introverts, call toppers, or someone who is very ambitious about their goals. But when it comes to you, it’s like they stumble across you and they fall for you in a heartbeat. It’s not logical. It’s emotional, magnetic, and instantaneous. They don’t even know what hit them. You just walked in their life, and suddenly, they’re not the same.  You aren’t the type of person people “decide” to like. You’re the type people wake up realizing they’re in love with. Like… “How the hell did I end up here??” One minute you're just someone they saw across a room, next minute they’re rearranging their entire schedule to walk past your desk.When people fall for you, something inside them shifts. Like a switch flips. They’re suddenly motivated to grow. To evolve. You walk into their lives, and without doing anything, you make them question who they are and who they could become. Powerful stuff.

 You are not the loudest in the room, but you're the one they remembers. You’re the paragraph they reread. The softness that lingers. The reason someone started working harder, healing deeper, or dreaming bigger. So if you’ve ever doubted yourself, this is your confirmation: you are admired, adored, and loved far more than you know. 

They don’t just fall for you, Pile 1. They never recover from it. ✨

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‧ ₊ ˚ ✧ PILE 2 ‎✧ ˚ ₊ ‧

Welcomeee my dear reader of pile 2!!! Before I even pulled the cards, I got this strongggg feeling that y’all Pile 2 attract the most corny ahh and kinda thirsty type of people 😭. Like yes, some of them are probs horny on main, but also They’re so cringe in the best way possible. The kind of cringe that makes life fun and gives you butterflies but also icks you out a little bit (don’t lie, you know what I’m talking about 💀) And flirting??? BABY. It’s IMBEDDED in the way people crush on you. Whether it’s intentional or accidental, your dynamic with your admirers is mostly a little cheeky LMAO. You’re probably out here being a flirt. It could be intentional or unintentional. Knowingly or unknowingly (or maybe you know...). It’s not “admiration from afar” vibes with you, no, no. Your admirers are mostly mutual friends, friend-of-a-friend, people online or even your close friends. For a lot of y’all, these crushes actually end up getting confessed, like we’re not just imagining fantasy situations, they really try it.

OKAY I’m not saying it’s always, but it's very similar to Peter Kavinsky and Lara Jean's dynamic during their fake dating era. (Did I just drop this reference here because i worship Peter Kavinsky? YES. And do I suggest y'all to do the same? Also YES)

Now, As approachable and fun as y’all seem, you intimidate your admirers more than you think. But in a soft “you could emotionally destroy me” way, not a scary energy. You’re the kind of person who’s laughing and playful one second, then the next second you're staring into their soul like, “That was rude.” And suddenly they’re peeing themselves. Not literally. (Actually maybe literally, idk their bladder strength 😭) Your power lies in that switch-up btw. That unpredictability is super magnetic. 

And the thing is, this scary  side of yours, You NEED to keep it. Because it filters the unserious ones OUT. Anyone who’s actually worth your energy is gonna step TF up and handle you with the depth and effort you deserve regardless of however you treat them. They know you’re not here for casual nonsense. 

When someone ACTUALLY falls for you, You become a literal part of their life. Not just a fleeting crush. You stay. You become their joy, their comfort, their what-if daydream. And the gag? Most of y’all don’t even know how many people feel this way about you. Like your name lives rent-free in people’s minds and you have no idea 💀. You also attract people who are emotionally open about liking you, they’re not trying to keep it to themselves. Some of them may even overdo it, like texting you about their dreams and telling you they miss you when y’all only hung out twice 😭. But at the core of it, They genuinely see your presence as healing. Comforting. The type of person they’d want by their side through all the mess.

Now let’s talk the serious stuff. Y’all didn’t come out the womb this wise and calm. There’s a whole warrior arc in your backstory. You’ve faced betrayal, loneliness, self-worth battles, and still came out with your head high. THAT is why people are drawn to you Also??? The fact that you still have this bright, bubbly side while carrying those wounds? That’s strength. That’s power. That’s hot. You’re not quick to let people in. You’ve built strong boundaries, and for some of you, you’re still learning how to protect your peace. But when someone does earn your trus, You're the most devoted, loyal, and emotionally generous person ever. You’ll hype them up, stand beside them, ride-or-die energy unlocked. That’s why people who crave real loyalty? They get addicted to you.

And bestie… we gotta talk about this one very specific admirer that came through LOUDLY in this pile. I saw a female energy, someone who might be a friend, an old classmate, or someone who’s watched you silently glow-up through the years. Regardless of your gender, this is someone who’s in awe of your ability to rise, to win, to move through hell and still smile. She admires your resilience, your boldness, your light. It’s actually so pure and supportive, it gave me goosebumps. 🥹 This admiration could be romantic or plutonic 

BUT regardless of all of this, People don’t just see you as a fun crush. They see you as someone they want to build a bond with. Emotional intimacy. Shared vulnerability. REAL love. You’re warm, healing, and easy to connect with. You make people drop their guard, feel heard, and reflect their best version back to them. That’s soulmate energy, babe. You may not be the most “available” person emotionally, but the moment you let someone in? You change them. You literally unlock a new emotional depth inside their soul. That’s not something they forget. Chemtrails over the country club BY lana would be the perfect song for you. That’s how i see pile 2. Not the public side everyone knows. But the REAL YOU.

 Pile 2, you are so complex in the best way. Sweet but intimidating. Flirty but guarded. Soft but strong. People fall for you because you’re not afraid to protect your peace. Because even when you’ve been broken, you still choose love, laughter, and softness.

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‧ ₊ ˚ ✧ PILE 3 ‎✧ ˚ ₊ ‧

Welcomeee my dear reader of pile 3!!! Okay, bestie, so right away I’m seeing that for pile 3, y’all attract people mostly because of your charm 😭. And when I say charm, I mean it in the literal dictionary definition way. It’s not mysterious or hard-to-reach, it’s obvious af. You’re attractive, yes. But it’s not just the looks, it’s also the way you talk, the way you move, your voice, your vibe, your whole aura. (Don’t roll your eyes, this is deadass channeled bestie I’m just the messenger 😭). There's a huge theme of physical attraction here. Like, your admirers are not normal when it comes to how they see you. It’s giving: “I blacked out the moment they walked in.” AND OMG OMG OMG I just heard this line that slapped me across the face: “ These things I wanna say to you but I’ll just let you live…”, “Like if you hold me without hurting me, you’ll be the first to ever did.”

(AHHHHHHH 😭😭  STOPPPP. The first line? That’s from your admirer’s POV. They’re like, “God, I wanna pour my heart out but I’ll keep it to myself and just let you exist in peace.” The second line, That’s YOU. You’re out here carrying emotional scars and just praying someone won’t break you again. (Brb sobbing in the corner.)

Pile 3, bestie… I feel like y’all genuinely crave the feeling of being loved. Not the situationship stuff. I’m talking unconditional, can’t eat, can’t sleep love. You crave that “someone really sees me and stays” energy. And when people fall for you, Babyyy they fall HARD. You’re literally their “that’s it” moment. Like even if they met you yesterday, they’ll be like: “YKW… I think she’s my soulmate” and their bestie is like: “SHUT UPPPP. You’ve said that 90 times already today AHHHH.” (LMAO this sounded so funny in my head 😭)

There’s this genuine innocence and curiosity to y’all that people find so freaking attractive. You give off this vibe like you're always learning, exploring, ready for the next story. And that energy is so infectious. Your admirers get EXCITED just thinking about you. They feel something stir inside them, like their inner child wakes up. You make them wanna live more. (Like okay??? Inspiration queen???) Even from a distance, you seem interesting af. Love looks pretty on you by nessa would describe you so well (guys i found this song for you after thinking for so long lol😭)

Also, you are the friend of the group who cares for everyone. The sweet, emotionally present one. The one who’s always checking in and always comforting others But also very emotional. You’re def the type of person who, if I looked over at you during a sad movie scene, your eyes would be red like a whole tomato LMAOO.

BUTTTT, there’s something deeper here too. I feel like y’all have been traumatized by something from the past. A loss. A heartbreak. A betrayal. Some kind of memory or wound that you just can’t seem to move on from. (Of course this won’t apply to EVERYONE but like... the energy is strong, babes.) It’s like “clinging to a pain that’s long gone, but still shaping how you love.” Some of y’all dealt with serious grief, divorce, losing someone, a major failure. Your admirers see this in you. They notice how you’re trying so hard to move forward, but that grief still remains with you.

I can see how you keep filling other people’s cups, yet you always end up with yours being spilled. That soft, giving heart of yours have been bruised. So now you’re cautious. You don’t trust easily. And that’s fair, but your admirers wish you’d just notice that they’re here too. Like, they’re not those people who hurt you (ofc im not talking abt all of them, this is the picked out genuine ones). They genuinely admire you. They’re not here to take advantage. But you’re scared to reach out again. (I just wanna wrap you up in a warm blanket rn.) They also see you as someone who needs to lighten up a little, not in a rude way, but like, they want you to play again. Be carefree again. Let love IN again. Ughhh 

Oh, and here’s the thing… you’ve got HIGH standards. Like skyscraper-high. You’re not out here settling for someone mediocre with “potential.” Nah. You want the real deal. And your admirers feel that pressure. Especially the ones who aren’t totally put-together. They see you as someone who only has eyes for other overachievers like yourself, and they’re like: “Oh she wouldn’t even look at me unless I’m CEO of something.” 😭😭 So yes, your accomplishments? Your power? Your ✨big soul✨? Intimidating af.

Alsooo, your admirers are the type of people who are Jealous as hell. Like possessive for no reason lmao. Even without being with you, even without you knowing they exist, they feel like they own a lil piece of you. The moment someone else talks to you, they’re going insane internally. (Imagine being that magnetic without even trying 😭).

And your communication that’s one of the BIGGEST green flags you have. You’re literally so easy to talk to. Once yall move on from the trauma you have, and stat opening up to people more easily. The bond feels strong, open, and mature with you. Like, actually emotionally intelligent. Even if y’all have some spicy debates here and there, they still feel like they can be honest with you. That’s so rare. That’s what makes you unforgettable.

You’ve got this vibe of: “We can talk through anything. We can be real. No games.” And honestly, that’s more fulfilling than half the fake fairy-tale crap most people have experienced in the past. You offer something real. Safe. And exciting. (A rare specie??? Yes. That’s why they’re obsessed.)

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[espurr-roba]

playing pokemon pinball ruby/sapphire and i've come across a realization

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