#in general like. how does it feel to be there

[kynimdraws]

References in the older generation of demon hunters from the movie KPOP DEMON HUNTERS

It is not the BEST animated movie of all time but it got all the little Korean cultural references that feel like it is catering to me....in particular I really loved the narration sequence of how the Demon Hunters came to be!!! So I decided to make a post about it

The first generation of demon hunters we see are set in the 조선 (Chosun) era, which is a VERY common place to start for a lot of Korean media. There are no specific singers/performers they are referring to here, but they are based on 무당 (mudang). Korean female shamans. There are male shamans as well but those are not as well known and not popular. That is why the boy band Saja Boys are based on 저승사자 (Jeosung Saja) aka Korean underworld magistrate/grim reaper.

Anyway the mudang have various roles in Korean paganism/spiritualism. Instead of flashy musical numbers with weapons, they perform 굿 (gut), rituals that vary by region and function.

The second generation of hunters we see have the flapper girl aesthetic (American 1920s fashion) which was popular in Korea around the 1960-70s. This also is probably shouting out to the og Korean "girl group" aka the Kim Sisters (김시스터스) of the 1950-60s. They might not have been the MAIN influence but the trio singer composition and their fame for being popular among US troops in Korea (which launched their career in the US) doesn't feel like just coincidence.

The third generation we see has the Korean 1970s to maybe super early 80s aesthetic. I couldn't think/find any trio girl groups during this time, but they feel like a mix of The Pearl Sisters (펄 시스터즈), Lily Sisters (릴리 시스터즈) and Kye Eunsook (계은숙). Not the most confident with this one. Thanks to a kind bsky person, it does seem like it was MOSTLY based on the Pearl sisters, esp if you look at an old video of their performance.

The fourth generation is the 1980s, which is when the word "k-pop" starts being used to describe the songs. BUT MAN, THIS SET PISSES ME OFF BECAUSE WHY ARE THEY ALL DIFFERENT 80S KPOP STYLES? COORDINATE GIRLS!!! Again no specific girl groups jump out at me but looks like this is a reference to Settorae (세또래, aka "The three friends") seen by their performance video, which capture similar vibes.

The fifth and final generation we see before Rumi/Mira/Zoey are STRONG 90s K-POP. The whole aesthetic of stars and the hairstyles SCREAMS S.E.S which is one of the classic 90s kpop girl groups of the time.

In particular their appearance for the music video "Dreams Come True" comes to mind. The video now feels really dated but back in the day, the effects and stuff they used were the HOT SHIT. Extremely nostalgic Korean media

And ofc we got the modern trio, which I won't really comment on because they are mix of the current (2010s to 2020s) kpop and I feel like the current fans will have better knowledge of this than I about it. so that's it for now! Of course there may be some other stuff I missed or got wrong possibly, which I will fix if anything comes up. Feel free to correct me as well in the replies!

Update 6/26/25: I think people got confused on what I was trying to cite in terms of time period for the hunters. If we go by strict fashion sense it definitely harks earlier decades of AMERICAN HISTORY. But I am looking at all of this thru a Korean lens so some of the recognizeable early American fashion were popular during different times in Korea specifically. Feel free to reblog/comment the fashion refs bc that in itself is interesting too.

And speaking of fashion, I do really like how each of them have the iridescent accents on their outfits, which are reminescent of Najeonchilgi (나전칠기), the Korean art of inlaid mother of pearl pieces on furniture, jewlery, etc.

If you got more stuff you want me to write out, lmk too!

[kenntoria]

“you sure about this?” you ask, perched on the bathroom counter with your legs dangling, a towel spread across your lap like it’s going to save you from making a mess. your eyes sparkle with a mix of nerves and mischief.

nanami’s standing between your knees, already shirtless, towel around his waist, face freshly splashed with warm water. he nods once, the way he always does when he’s already decided.

“i trust you.”

and he does. probably more than he should.

you grin, giddy, and reach for the shaving cream, squirting a generous amount into your hands before smoothing it over his jaw with careful, clumsy fingers. he closes his eyes at the contact. breathes deep.

god, he loves how gentle you are. even when you’re fumbling, even when you smear foam on his lips and immediately gasp and try to wipe it off with your sleeve.

“sorry! sorry, baby,” you murmur, and he catches your wrist before you can scrub at him like a smudge on a window.

“it’s fine,” he says, eyes still closed, voice a low hum. “just… take your time.”

he wants to remember the weight of your touch. how close your face is. how your knees squeeze against his sides for balance. how you smell like his soap, like you’d used it in the shower without asking. it’s not like you need to ask anyway.

you take the razor next, a little hesitant. your hand rests under his chin and he tilts his head obediently.

“you’re being really brave right now,” you whisper dramatically, giggling under your breath.

“you’re holding a blade to my neck. i’d hope so.”

you drag the razor down his cheek with exaggerated care, a little crooked, a little too much pressure. he flinches once—not from pain, but because your nose nearly brushes his and your breath fans warm over his mouth. inviting.

he opens his eyes and sees you biting your lip in focus, eyes flitting down to check your work, and his stomach turns over with affection so strong it feels like gravity.

“did i get it? is that good?” you ask. he doesn’t answer right away. just looks at you.

you blink at him, wide-eyed. “what?”

he leans in, kisses the corner of your mouth. “nothing. keep going.”

you finish the job slowly. carefully. a few small nicks at his jaw and near his chin—tiny pink reminders that you’re not a pro, but you tried, and that’s what makes it precious.

and when you’re done, you clean him up with a warm towel and rub balm into his skin with both palms like you’re afraid he’ll break.

“you look so handsome,” you whisper, proud.

“even with the cuts?”

you kiss one, featherlight. “especially with the cuts.”

he walks around with them for the next few days like they’re badges of honor. and when gojo asks what the hell happened to his face, nanami just touches his jaw, expression softening for a moment before he mutters,

“none of your business.”

but really—he’d let you do it again. a hundred times over. just for the excuse to feel your hands on him like that. so close. so careful. so full of love.

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ jealousy, jealousy ~ k. bakugou

sum: just some jealous! bakugou thoughts

pairing: katsuki bakugou x girlfriend! reader

content: 18+ - mdni. jealousy p in v, language, dirty talk, possessive talk, implied/suggested multiple rounds, marking, cream pie, brief cum plugging, reader gets called princess/baby/good girl, general NSFW content.

a/n: a rework of a request from my wattpad days, and another instalment in the jealousy, jealousy series! this time featuring our favourite explosive boy. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1.2k

links: jealousy, jealousy masterlist | bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

jealous! bakugou who will be more than happy to show when he's in a jealous mood. who'll not back down without a fight where you're concerned.

jealous! bakugou who'll not hesitate to send explosions towards the poor soul who's entered your personal space. who lets out a growl as he stomps towards where you're standing.

jealous! bakugou who wraps a hand on your hip and pulls you to him, not too hard to hurt you, just enough to make sure the other extra gets their hands off you as soon as possible.

jealous! bakugou who'll grip a hold of the poor soul's collar, pulling them close, close enough for them to flinch when he yells at them. "oi extra. what the fuck do you think you're doing?", "care to tell me why you're touching my girlfriend?" and "she's my girl, got that?".

jealous! bakugou who once the person he's grabbed a hold of agrees, lets go of them as he feels you tugging on his arm. who huffs out before grabbing your hand and stomping off with you in tow.

jealous! bakugou who'll slam doors once he reaches his room, to let your roommates know he's pissed off. who knows that they'll keep clear if they value not only their lives but their hearing as well.

jealous! bakugou who picks you up and throws you onto his bed, chuckling deeply when you gasp in surprise. who'll slowly crawl over you until he has you caged between his arms and body. "people think they can touch what's mine" and "they're fucking wrong, you're mine".

jealous! bakugou who loves to place rough kisses on your neck, biting and sucking to make sure he marks you for everyone to see. who'll always favour leaving a huge love bite with smaller ones dotted around it. "looks like i'll have to remind those fuckers and you, my peach, who you belong to".

jealous! bakugou who mutters to himself while he does this. who likes to press his body into yours, groaning at the way you push back into him. who loves the way you grind yourself against him.

jealous! bakugou who likes to get your clothes off you as soon as he possibly can. who practically rips the fabric of your underwear and bra off your body, chucking them in the room, not giving a fuck where they land.

jealous! bakugou who likes to trail his fingers over your skin, making sure to tease your nipples with ghost-like touches. who smirks at the way you gasp and arch your back to try and get him to touch you more.

jealous! bakugou who'll move his mouth to your chest, taking each of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the bud. who likes to bite down on them as you squirm below him, tugging them slightly as you hiss.

jealous! bakugou who'll move his hand down your body, stopping at your cunt as he gives it a slap. who'll move his fingers along your slit before pressing them knuckles deep into your waiting cunt. who loves how wet you already are, slick helping his fingers scissor you open.

jealous! bakugou who'll kneel up when he gets bored after a few moments, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to clean your juices off them. who chuckles when he sees you trying to hide your face behind your hands. "how cute, peach, but i need to see your eye roll back when i stretch you wide".

jealous! bakugou who grabs hold of your legs and presses them against your chest with a smirk. who doesn't give you a chance to prepare when he lines the tip of his cock against your wet cunt and thrusts himself in fully in one go.

jealous! bakugou who loves how your walls spasm around him, and the look of pure bewilderment on your face. who doesn't give you a moment to breathe before he's pistoning his hips into you, driving his cock further into you.

jealous! bakugou who gets more harsh with his thrusts when you whimper out. "need to remind you who this pretty pussy belongs to", "damn extras thinking they can touch you", "need to mark you in a way only i can".

jealous! bakugou who only gets spurred on more by your moans and whimpers. who'll groan when he feels your fingernails drag down the smooth skin of his back, red marks sure to appear. "kats, h-ah, please, so deep". "be a good girl and take everything i've got to give your pussy".

jealous! bakugou who'll pull out and run the tip of his wet cock against your cunt, tapping it against your clit as you writhe beneath him. who'll chuckle deeply before thrusting back into you. "you like that princess? fuck, your pussy feels so good squeezing my cock like that".

jealous! bakugou who'll use every single surface imaginable to his advantage when fucking you. who'll bend you in ways you don't even remember being able to get into in the first place. "such a good little princess, taking all of me".

jealous! bakugou who'll bite your neck as he spills his cum deep within you. who'll mark you in any way he possibly can so you don't ever forget who you belong to, that he's the one who stole your heart. who'll press his hips close to you as you let a broken cry of his name pass your lips.

jealous! bakugou who'll pull out of your puffy pussy slowly just to see ropes of his seed still attached to his cock, who loves to watch how they break the further he pulls out. who watches how this cum slowly seems out of you, pussy clenching to try and keep it in.

jealous! bakugou who'll take a moment to gather up his cum on his fingers before slipping them inside, pluggin you for a moment as he feels the way your walls still pulsate around him. "such a greedy little cunt".

jealous! bakugou who'll pull you into his arms as he lies down with you. who pulls you closer to him as he absentmindedly draws patterns on your torso.

jealous! bakugou who's actually fearful! bakugou. who's scared to admit he's worried you'll up and leave him one day. who'll spend most of his time alone, thinking the worst of any situation.

fearful! bakugou who watches how you interact with people, how you smile and laugh with them so easily, yet it took you a while to warm up to him. who knows, deep down, you wouldn't leave him, but he's his own worst enemy at the best of times.

fearful! bakugou who spends time watching you as you lie on his bed, chatting away about your day. who sees the way you look at him with a sincere smile as you turn and cup his cheek. "it'll always be you, kats".

fearful! bakugou who finds himself softening up to your touches as you make sure to make him feel more secure in himself. who'll close his eyes as you reassure him you love him for who he is, mean looks and all.

jealous! bakugou who when it comes down to it, wants to show the world you belong to him with his marks. it's the only way he can until you're both a bit older and comfortable with your lives together in a few years at least.

© springismss 2025 - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

[arowitharrows]

people keep generally agreeing (?) with this post only to double down on the 'not doing anything' phrase and like, if you want to continue using this sentiment then sure, I'm not stopping you. But I personally won't stand behind it and my first assumption will be that people using it have not fully deconstructed and understood the mechanisms of queerphobia and/or do not understand asexuality and aromanticism.

In the past years, and especially with a focus on queer infighting and "discourse", it has become very clear to me how important it is to understand the reasons behind people's prejudice against certain minority groups. Everyone knows that queerphobia exists, but I find it helpful to ask myself, do I know why it exists? Do I know which fundamental beliefs drive people's hatred? Do I know how these beliefs differ between, e.g. the political far right, conservative christians, or my grandmother who grew up in the 40s? It is so important to consider these things, both in determining how to address the problem of queerphobia in the current context and to avoid pointless discourse about who does or doesn't face discrimination in our society.

So, in the context of this post, I need aspec people to understand that no matter how hard you cling to "we aren't even doing anything", it's not going to save you. Sure, people hate queer sex a lot, and maybe you aren't having queer sex. But it is vital to understand that, usually, their core belief isn't that no one should have sex ever, it's that people should have sex in a specific controlled context - e.g. married, heterosexual, sex for procreation, romantic sex - and they will not be happy with you if you don't comply. Choosing to never have sex is expressing bodily autonomy that they do not want you to have. And if you are clinging to this phrase because of a general feeling of "I'm just living my live, why would anyone hate me for existing?" then yeah, I get that, I really do. But don't forget that that's true for every single queer orientation out there.

Also on that note, I need people to not erase aromanticism from this discussion. If we are talking about aphobia then that includes aromantic people and it includes aromantic people who aren't asexual. It includes the way people react to aromantic people having sex without being romantically attracted to their partners. I feel like often times when people say they don't understand aphobia, and when they try to explain/justify this stance, it's only in the context of "not having sex" and aromanticism is somehow forgotten.

tbh I really dislike how aphobia tends to be discussed whenever there's some kind of incident that makes it visible to general society. The most common response seems to be some variation of "why would anyone hate asexual/aromantic people, they aren't even doing anything" and it just always sits wrong with me. It paints such a passive picture of our existence and feels like a comment influenced by the level of invisibility that aspec people have in society. Why would you be annoyed by someone who is practically invisible? Just go back to ignoring their existence, it's easy!

But despite the invisibility, aspec people are actually doing quite a lot of things that will piss off queerphobic, right-wing and religious people (and hell, even left-wing people). And the most obvious point is that we are actively not performing heterosexuality the way they want us to. People who's entire world view is "cis men and women should be in monogamous, heterosexual marriage and have (white) babies" are not going to lean back and say "oh but those asexuals and aromantics are fine". They will also hate our guts, and they will come up with all sorts of reasons, including insinuating we're all secretly into bestiality, or mentally ill, or not human, or attention seeking children. It's just plain old queerphobia, and like all queerphobia, there's no inherent logic to it which you can worm your way out of by "not doing anything".

And like, there's a lot more that aspec people do which people hate. Raising awareness about amatonormativity? People feel attacked, they hate it. Asexual people having sex? Or not having sex? People hate it! Aromantic people being in (seemingly) romantic relationships? People fucking hate it! Aromantic people having sex? Ohh people hate that!!

I guess the existence of aphobia can be confusing when you haven't spent much time thinking about asexuality and aromanticism, but in the end, these are identities that aren't heteronormative and they will be hit with the same or similar bigotry as any other queer identity. I just get tired of this response after seeing it recycled for 10 years without ever seeming to go any further.

[blasphemyandbackshots]

lingerie preferences —blue lock

yoichi isagi

material: soft mesh or sheer cotton. something gentle, like you. he’s obsessed with how innocent it looks even when your body says otherwise.

colors: sky blue, ivory, blush pink. the softer, the more dangerous. it plays into his favorite contrast.

coverage: just enough. cheeky panties, bralettes, thigh-highs that look sweet but slide down with a single pull.

what he does: stares. breath catches in his throat. he gets quiet, needy and reverent. kisses your inner thigh like it’s sacred, eyes wild with want.

“you don’t even know what you do to me. stay just like that. please.”

meguru bachira

material: anything playful, like heart cutouts, mesh, glitter, fuzzy trim. he’s not picky, he just wants fun.

colors: sunshine yellow, lime green, bubblegum pink. bright and chaotic, just like him.

coverage: random. sheer boyshorts with bows, a bralette with pom-poms, maybe even glow-in-the-dark pasties.

what he does: giggles. then pounces. he pulls your panties aside with his teeth and goes absolutely feral, praising between every breath.

“fuck, you’re so cute. no—hot. stupid hot. god, let me taste you again.”

hyoma chigiri

material: silk, satin, or high-end lace. he has a thing for elegance and wants you dressed like temptation itself.

colors: deep crimson, royal blue, or black. something that looks expensive and deadly.

coverage: garter belts, lace bodysuits, long gloves. a fantasy turned real.

what he does: breathes you in. lingers. worships you like art. he’ll drag it off slowly, letting each strap slide down while watching your eyes flutter.

“you’re perfect like this. don’t rush. i want to enjoy every second.”

seishiro nagi

material: whatever’s easiest to peel off, but he loves silky panties that slide when he tugs your hips closer.

colors: pale lavender, mint green, soft neutrals. he likes pastel against bare skin.

coverage: minimal. bikini panties, soft cups, thin straps.

what he does: mumbles about how annoying it is… while palming your ass and biting your shoulder. then pulls your panties aside lazily and makes you moan his name.

“so soft… so pretty. c’mere. sit on my face a sec.”

rin itoshi

material: black lace. always black. maybe leather if he’s in a mood.

colors: black. that’s it. maybe dark wine red if he’s feeling generous.

coverage: practically none. g-strings, cupless bras, chokers. the less, the better.

what he does: groans like he’s in pain. clenches his jaw. fists the sheets. then ruins you without saying much, just breathy grunts and a whispered “mine”.

“you wore this on purpose. don’t pretend. turn around. now.”

rensuke kunigami

material: cotton or lace. he likes comfort but still wants it to feel sexy.

colors: forest green, deep navy, or burnt orange. earthy tones that bring out your warmth.

coverage: classic matching sets, boyshorts, supportive bras. bonus points if you wear his jersey over it.

what he does: freezes. his jaw ticks. he drags you onto his lap and kisses you like a man starved.

“shit. you’re gonna kill me one day, dressed like that. you know that, right?”

sae itoshi

material: satin and sheer. elegance only.

colors: dusty rose, wine red, champagne gold. muted but rich.

coverage: garter sets, robes that slide off, balconette bras. old hollywood seduction.

what he does: watches first. like he’s drinking it in. smirks. then slowly undresses you, piece by piece, praising your body like poetry.

“you look like a gift. one i don’t deserve, but i’ll still unwrap every inch.”

michael kaiser

material: latex, rhinestones, chains. if it glimmers or clings, he wants it.

colors: sapphire blue, gold, black. he wants you to look like you belong beside royalty.

coverage: more like decoration than clothing. chain bras, jeweled panties, body harnesses.

what he does: flashes that smug smile. takes photos for his eyes only. pulls you close by your throat and whispers praise in german.

“mein gott, look at you. like a dream. mine. all mine.”

reo mikage

material: velvet, mesh, glitter. anything luxurious and soft to touch.

colors: lilac, silver, blush. indulgent colors, romantic as hell.

coverage: coordinated sets with bows and ruffles. maybe pearls. he’s obsessed with details.

what he does: twirls a strand of your hair, traces the strap down your shoulder, says something filthy in the sweetest voice.

“you knew this would drive me crazy, didn’t you? say it. tell me you wore it for me.”

ryusei shidou

material: leather, studs, anything slutty. he lives for lingerie that screams bad decisions.

colors: hot pink, black, blood red. chaotic colors for his chaotic mind.

coverage: barely any. pasties, crotchless panties, harnesses. he wants a free show.

what he does: loses his damn mind. immediately rips it off with his teeth or fingers, dirty talk pouring out of him while he pins you down.

“fuuuuck. you’re sick for wearing this. i love it. now open your legs, baby.”

shoei barou

material: fine mesh, embroidered lace, or silk. nothing cheap. you wear it for him, and he wants it worthy of his queen.

colors: jet black, royal purple, or ruby red. regal, bold, dominant.

coverage: high-cut lace panties, bustier tops, matching gloves. full power fantasy.

what he does: growls. stalks toward you like a beast. picks you up without effort and drops you on the bed, eyes dark.

“you belong to me. every inch of you is mine. and now i’m gonna prove it.”

[thedivinetarot]

Nobody's son, Nobody's Daughter

Does your future spouse feel your energy?

☆ How to chose your pile? 🕯📜🗝🦪

☆ Disclaimer:

This is a general reading so take what resonates and leave what doesn't, if you need to know whether they feel it or not DM for in depth reading🤍. This is for people who want a sign or are manifesting their fs. Again, don't hang your whole life on your spouse, they will come in the divine timing.

☆ Note:

I'm back as I promised dears. And I have an important announcement. I started Ko-Fi account and joining is totally free for everybody. If you'd like to support me here is the link, no pressure on donations.

Lots of love💕

Arya

Pile 1 - Garden 🌿

🤍 Do they feel your energy?

Yes but you guys are hidden from each other lol. This person (regardless of their gender) is out there but you can't SEE them and they can't SEE you. I see that there's emotional charge here. Perhaps you two feel the same things in the same time or have the same emotional capacity and emotional maturity. I see distance, you guys have a distance between you and them. This person is far away yet you two are on the same emotional wavelength. This person might either be your age or a little older, perhaps 3-6 years older. They are coming into your life but first you have to finish a karmic cycle or change your location or after deep transformation. Perhaps when you meet them you'll be relocating from your parent's house into another city for work or study. This person might also be someone that you cut off, or blocked or might be someone who is finishing a huge chapter in their life. I see that they are working on their confidence and building healthy emotional regulation. There’s a choice that should be made before you two meet. I see that you two are in your own shell and the world is just "world-ing" around you. There's emotional independence here and both of you seems to not focus on dating or relationships but they feel the same way you feel and your lives are quite in sync with one another. That's what I'm seeing, thank you for reading this🤍 and take care💕.

♡ Placements for you:

Scorpio, Gemini, Virgo, Cancer, Taurus, Dominant planets in moon, neptune, Mercury. Sun or moon in the 8th, 3rd, 6th, 4th, and 2nd house in the chart.

Pile 2 - Girl with candle🕯

🤍 Do they feel your energy?

Short answer yes, but they are someone you know from the past (if youdon’t have anyone in mind then it might be a potential soulmate). I see that there's always an exchange of energy between you and this person. I see that you are focusing on yourself and your own business in the material world but you have a strong etheric cord between you two. Perhaps this person is stalking you energetically, thinking of you. Wishing they could come forward and express their feelings but there’s something stopping them. Perhaps the divine and Perhaps their own circumstances. Now I'm not saying you should run back to them because they are like that. Be more discerning and take care of yourself. If this is a toxic person or emotionally distant one it's not something you want to revisit and relive again. What is interesting is that this person and you have finished a karmic cycle but they can't freaking let go. They are like an energetic parasite that is lurking in the shadows. You keep them up at night and they keep overthinking of "what if" and "what could've been". There’s a distance between you and this person too. This person sees potential but... they know that you'll probably not approve of them again if they come in. I see that you have recovered from your rejection wound. Someone here, either you or them have a rejection wound and you had to recover after this situation with that person. Not gonna lie to you and make things rosy or cute but this person is trying to indulge in the material world to forget about you but the thoughts of you keep slipping in their mind. That's everything I have for you pile 2, take care💕.

♡ Placements for you:

Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn, Pisces, Libra. Dominant planets in Neptune, Venus, Uranus, Saturn. Sun or moon in the 2nd, 6th, 10th, 12th and 7th house in your chart.

Pile 3 - Candles ✨

🤍 Do they feel your energy?

Hey, so... Short answer No, they don't. I'm picking up on two people here. Someone old in their late 20s or middle 30s to early 40s. This person is very mature. Have their own stable job and income. And they are serious about dating OR someone who is very comfortable in the solitude and doesn't want to leave their comfort zone and meet new people. I'm picking up on someone who had their fair share of heartbreak and those experiences made them more resilient and more mature. I see someone who is responsible and structured, not spiritual at all. I don't see any energy exchange happening between you and them. Your lives are not in alignment yet. It might happen if they chose to move from their comfort zone and get to know people. They are so strict I'm picking up on ESTJ, ENTJ, ISTX and even INXJ. Someone in their own world and doesn't leave their comfort zone easily. Now the other person is their complete opposite. I'm picking up on someone who have the most chaotic love life. Your person is in their early to mid 20s, possibly still in college. They are partying hard and lovebombing others harder. This person's life is a MESS rn. I see that they are in a very chaotic state in their life especially toward dating. I see that this person is a serial dater or date multiple people in the same time or one after another because they hate being alone. I see that they are currently in a relationship with someone and they are either being lovebombed/ sexbombed by that perosn lol or they are doing that thing. Anyways, this person's is love life is unstable af. I'm picking up on someone with the MBTI ESFP, ENFP, ISFP, and for a few they might be an EXTP. In both cases you and that person are not aligned energetically yet. Because you have your life and they have their life too.

☆ Placements for you:

Libra, Aries, Taurus, Sagittarius, Cancer, Mars in Aries and Sagittarius. Dominant planets in Mars, Saturn. Sun or moon in the 7th, 1st, 2nd, 9th and 4th house in your chart.

Post date: 25th of June 2025 - Wed.

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[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: when his cat counterpart is hogging your attention.

COMMENTS: are they jealous of the kitty? are they chill? whatever they are, it's ridiculous (affectionate)

TAGLIST: @as1iiiwhaa @astralsocfactory

Jin will not hesitate to push the cat to the side and take his rightful spot on your lap. His cat is just as sassy as him though, and will more likely than not just stretch all over him . Jin may get annoyed at your soft coos, but if you direct some attention to him he might be satisfied. In a way, you’re still paying attention to him anyway...

Tohma often finds himself in a stare down with the cat version of himself. It’s not like he’s against sharing, so long as it’s not with another man, but there’s still some tension in the room. Whether you notice it or not, it would be in your best interest to give your partner a kiss so the cat in your lap doesn’t get too bold and start hogging all your attention.

Luca rather likes his cat counterpart, actually. He entrusts the cat to protect you if he isn’t there to save you, which can lead to some rather hairy situations. Luca Cat will still jump to conclusions! (And jump on people’s faces to scratch them up.) Maybe you should get him a leash...

Kaito is pouting. He’d feel bad if he shooed the cat away, since it’s technically him and he knows all too well what being shoved aside is like. But he wants your attention too, is that so bad? You should notice how quiet he’s being and take that as a sign to rub his head, too. He may be a human but he’s still weak to head pats!

Alan eyes the cat mournfully, but won’t move it. Honestly it’s best if you just snuggle with both of them at once, because Alan isn’t going to disturb you and neither is Alan Cat. Besides, double the Alan, double the extreme body warmth—maybe you should do this in front of a fan!

Sho Cat knows he needs to stay out of the kitchen, but he wants to be in it anyway. It’s a bit sad that you can’t take pity on the poor cat, so you compromise by giving him a bunch of attention outside. Sho gets a bit grumpy about it, but he knows you’ll make it up to him (one way or another.)

Leo and his cat will have a face off for your attention on a regular basis. It’s up to you to compromise between the two, because they’re too stubborn to do it on their own. Also, cuddling them both at the same time won’t work because they’re gonna get all snippy with each other...I am so sorry for your predicament.

Haru will try his best to bond with the cat, but he always makes his way back to you. Haru is devastated that his cat likes you more, but ultimately he can’t blame the little guy. If he could, he’d nap on your lap forever too! Ultimately, the two get along pretty well, so there’s no need for either of them to get jealous over it.

Towa and Towa Cat can go one of two ways. Either they have a stand off for your attention with thunder and lightning booming outside, or they’re both snuggling you. If it’s the second one, you’re being crushed with their whole body weights and likely overheating from how warm they both are! Good luck either way (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Ren and Ren Cat are so chill. Like genuinely, just put a screen in front of either of them so they’ll be so engrossed. Ren Cat doesn’t see a problem with sitting himself right on your lap, but Ren’s shifty eyes tell you he does. That’s his spot, after all. You know Ren won’t say anything though, so it's up to you to compromise!

Taiga is more likely than not just going to move Taiga Cat. It doesn’t matter how long he’s been sleeping on your lap, sharing is caring and it’s Taiga’s turn now! Don’t bet on them having a peaceful resolution to this unless both Taiga’s are in a good mood and willing to share. Hell, maybe Taiga Cat will cuddle with Taiga himself!

Romeo and Romeo Cat are both divas who do not want to compete for your attention. Get used to multitasking! One hand will be stroking Romeo Cat’s beautiful mane, while the other holds your boyfriend’s hand as he barks orders to the poor General Students. They can make it work, but Romeo can’t wait to have you to himself again.

Ritsu is rather impressed with Ritsu Cat’s ability to steal your attention away from him during work hours. He politely asks the cat to focus, which snaps Ritsu Cat out of his head scritch trance. Both of them are quite serious actually, but Ritsu is a bit miffed that you chose to sit next to his cat version and not him...

Subaru honestly does not mind that you’re spending a bunch of time with his cat counterpart. If anything, he’s one of the least jealous ones. (After all, it’s still him, kind of. He has no need to view that as competition.) Be prepared to have a cute tea time session with him and his cat, even though neither of them will touch you.

Haku and Haku Cat are menaces when together. It’s almost as though they’re locked in a playful competition for your attention, and won’t give up until you’re an embarrassed mess on the floor. Haku kisses your cheek? Haku Cat is giving you a few licks. Haku takes your hand? Haku Cat settles on your thighs. Haku wraps an arm around your waist? Haku Cat climbs onto your shoulders. It’s never ending.

Zenji and Zenji Cat are the most energetic duo you’ve ever seen. Both float around your head and yap. Zenji will hold conversations with his cat counterpart and even go so far as to play the biwa while Zenji Cat sings. It’s a fun time, being around those two. They’re very wholesome!

Edward doesn’t mind that much. He can share. The most likely scenario to come out of Edward Cat hogging all of your attention is Edward himself teasing you just to watch you squirm. He knows all your possible ticklish spots, gently brushing over them in a way that makes you jostle the poor kitty in your lap. (Edward Cat does not wake up.)

Rui and Rui Cat are complicated. Chances are Rui Cat has dove under some furniture—and since you are familiar with his curse, you understand why. Despite your attempts to coax him out, Rui Cat will not budge. Rui watches you and sighs ruefully—it’s sweet that you’re still worried about him being lonely, even as a cat.

Lyca doesn’t know how to feel. You’re supposed to smell like him so other people know not to mess with you, but now that this cat has taken residence on your lap, you smell like...cat. Lyca grumbles something under his breath before taking the spot beside you, getting as close to you as humanly possible. Don’t mind him! It’s simply necessary.

Yuri doesn’t let his cat counterpart close to the lab, much to the cat’s chagrin. You hold all the power here, though! If you give Yuri Cat enough attention, he’ll stay away from the experiments in favor of you. Just be prepared for a jealous Yuri (who will not admit he’s jealous) when he sees how much attention he missed out on!

Jiro Cat spends a lot of time sleeping. You’re likely fawning over how cute his lil face is when Jiro stumbles upon you. He will agree—I mean, animals like cats have been domesticated and have therefore developed traits such as a shorter muzzle, extended juvenile behavior, smaller brains, and—oh, you probably don’t want a lecture about Domestication Syndrome, do you?

[ysaefinn]

Knight!Suguru x bratty!royal!reader

Okay then, I hear you loud and clear.

Sit with me and think of a royal reader that is the middle ground. Scheming but there's definitely a generous amount of attitude for spice. A brat.

But oh does it work wonders for you, most times. Leaning on a hip, arms crossed, eyebrow raised like whatever outrageous demands you've just made were your god given right, yours just as the crown. The harsh flashing light reflecting off your jewels works like a brain-melting hypnosis. "Yes, your highness!" "But of course, your highness!" "As you please your highness!" Ah- Music to your ears. The world at the palm of your hand.

Hmmm but only most times. Your knight seems to be immune to your spell.

Suguru has made it crystal clear the very first time you tried pulling one of your trusty reliable tricks.

Hands on your hips, rolling your eyes, and teasing him about being 'Oh so cruel' and 'not knowing how to have fun' when he stood between you and the kitchen window you tried sneaking out of in the middle of the night. Unmoving like a brick wall with a polite little smile that could melt gold on his undeniably handsome features– one you wouldn't say you could confidently read. The moonlight contouring his beastly build.

He looks like a big bad hound watching over the gates, his no was as polite as can be, but it was absolute. –Alright then change of strategy–

Batting your eyelashes. One delicate finger slowly creeps up his chest. His breath visibly hitches and he looks almost enamored, clearly lost in the attention. Great! Time to go for the kill! You get on your tippy toes, faces mere inches away from each other. And with the sweetest tone you could muster, you begin "Won't you let me get my way just this once?" A second, another, Suguru is heavily breathing then he... smiles-! Wider than he usually would before placing a big arm over the small of your back. Perfect! He's definitely in your pocket no–OhHuh?! With a swift move, he throws you over his shoulder and starts making his way to your sleeping chambers. "Nice try, but I'm afraid I can't overlook this in particular. Their majesties' orders, I'm very sorry Your Highness. It's quite late after all, we wouldn't want you to miss out on any sleep, now would we?"

Un-be-lievable. Absolutely outrageous. But you swear the heat and redness of your face were results of being caught off guard, nothing much!

It's quite frustrating really. Seems you've met your match. But if anything, it just clears your doubts. From the moment you shook hands with your newly appointed guard do– body guard –ever so thoughtfully appointed by the Monarch–You figured that he won't be so willing to join your endless collection of marionettes. It makes your eye twitch really. You've always been the child who threw tantrums when your noble playmates wouldn't hand over their toys despite having mountains of trinkets already. He is an exception, the enemy of absolute control. A threat, but one that you can't deny is very very enticing.

He wouldn't flat out tell you to act right of course! Perish the thought, he was but a servant! You hold the cards! You are the hand that swings the sword! But he'll find ways. He's very indulging and sweet –it honestly feels sincere– but his messages are received nonetheless.

A sweet gentle smile always present as he tuts and politely reminds you to cut your lady in waiting some slack. To go easy on your maids for misplacing one of your countless rings. To turn a blind eye on the very miniscule alteration made to your breakfast. Maybe he oversteps every now and then. A weird look; a raised eyebrow; a little snicker. The most he has ever gone was playfully threatening to 'tell your father how bad you were being if you kept acting up' not like the king isn't at the palm of your hand as well. But still.

Audacious.

It's like his heart is armored as well!! Why doesn't he listen? Why doesn't anything work? Everyone else is mindlessly dancing to your tune so you know for a fact you haven't lost your magic just yet. What's so different about this man? How does he not only manage to stay untouched but also leave a clear mark on you back?

You almost want to obey, to be good, maybe you'll even get a reward if you let yourself fall into his arms. What if he lets you run your hands over his strong arms and feel up his firm body you've always been so curious about? What if you get the chance to touch his long gorgeous inky hair? What if he lets you doze off on his soft ches-

...

This cannot be happening.

Seems it can though. It didn't take you too long to recognize the longing look in his eyes, clear boundaries were never set, blurred lines were his gateway, and you knew love when you saw it. Before you know it you were inviting him to spend the night with you almost on the daily, kissing him on empty halls, pressing your entire body against him while holding his bicepts during your walks in the garden, he'd hold you in his lap under the shade of tree deep in the woods away from prying eyes, pluck fresh fruit off the trees and hand freed them to you slice by dutiful slice, he replaces your heavy crowns with lighter softer alternatives made with flowers.

He even promised to marry you.

Lovers or not, he will always be your knight. And you were his to serve, his to protect.

And his to correct, on occasion.

It was his fault really. This was bound to happen eventually. Nothing is set in stone and the crown heir must prove themselves worthy –Something you excelled at. It was something he admired you for, truly! You're clever, very aware of your strengths and use them to your advantage, the perfect leader, he loved you for it...just not now.

A shiny carriage from the west arrives early in the morning. Out emerges a new shiny toy, a prince gift wrapped in silks and gold –you always loved shiny. The royal foreigner makes his way not to your father, not your mother, but directly to you. And Suguru might be a brute good-for-nothing soldier, but it doesn't take a genius to put the pieces together, this is the suitor your parents have chosen for you. The firstborn prince of esteemed royal birth, from a country that is nothing to scoff at, of course, this is happening. A marriage of convenience to strengthen the bonds between the nations someting something the fishing industry isn't what it used to–Oh piss off.

Suguru is right at your side when the obnoxiously sparkling man finally comes to a stop before you, he is right there beside you when he holds your gloved hand and places a kiss at your knuckles, and he is right there when you –without missing a beat– giggle at the gesture and bat your lashes right back at him.

Suguru's body freezes, then his jaw clenches and snaps back to place and he can't help but snarl.

Guard dog. One in dire need of a leash.

He knows you have no choice but to play along, he knows that you marrying another man is the most likely outcome. But he is selfish enough not to care, he wants to pull you close by the waist, tuck you underneath his chin and send the envoy back to wherever he came from. He is your knight, and you are just as much his. It wouldn't have been a problem if this were only one of your many masterful performances, he wouldn't have minded much. What you have with Suguru was real, not a business move, not a transaction.

But it still itches at his core.

No matter how many times you reassure him that it was all fake, no matter how many times he pins you the walls of your room and makes you repeat declarations of love, no matter how much you promise that you'll get rid of the foreign prince, that you'll get in your father's head, that you'll do something, anything. Suguru is still very much bothered.

It's never enough, nothing puts him at ease. Every time you finish a conversation with a kiss to his forehead and walk away to be with that other man, it feels as if Suguru's wounds were stitched without taking away all of the cancer. It never mattered whether it was real or not. Suguru is a selfish man, and a greedier lover.

And you came to find this out after an incredibly inappropriate night of wine and poetry with your supposed future husband.

Come on. You were pushing it at this point. How could you think he wouldn't be feining to claw into your newest toy by now?

But poor you. Couldn't have been caught at a worse time. Frustrated from having to shush an aggressive snarling attack dog on an almost daily basis and being a little tipsy from the alcohol, clearly having forgotten your manners near the empty bottles of wine before coming back to your real man, you waste no time tearing into him about how whiny and needy he has been, how he has no basis to any of these accusations he's throwing around so carelessly, how it shouldn't even bother him this much anyway as he is nothing but a servant to you, and that he should to act like one.

His to protect. His to serve. His to correct.

So...act like a servant? Your word is law, Your Highness!

You don't know how or when exactly you found yourself pinned to the wall with your wrists tightly held together and dwarfed by one big hand, while the other tightly grips your tummy keeping you frozen in place.

"W-what do you think you're doing-?!" "Act like one, huh?" He moves to kiss you all messy and rough, for the first time in weeks, undoing all the progress that pest may think he had made.

He pulls away leaving you warm and needy.

"S-Suguru I'm–"

"Be quiet" he snaps, yet he doesn't raise his voice, he sounds calm and controlled, but Oh so betrayed. You've possibly done irreversible damage to the man who adores you most."You've said enough, listen to me very closely" his glaring hurts so good this is a new side of him you aren't too guilty you lured out of the shadows. "Whether or not you'd like to admit it. I am your man." It sounds more like a judge's verdict than a knight's oath.

"I'm not one of your little toys. I'm your husband" and it sounds so right, you didn't know how much you needed to hear it.

"But sure. I'll indulge you, Your Highness." but this felt like a slap to the face in all honesty, you worked really hard to get him to use your name, the title was only a little bit between the two of you at this point, but he has never said it with more venom than now.

"I'll act like your knight once more, and teach you some manners."

[rollwithdicey]

Date Everything NSFW Headcanons

I've been thinking of a LOT of things since the game out and I just wanted to share some thoughts. I also haven't played a whole lot yet so I don't know a lot of the characters that well yet so I'll definitely do a part 2

Mostly female/femme reader stuff

Eddie and Volt

2 bad bitches at the SAME👏DAMN👏TIME👏

For the most part these 2 will fuck you together but there are days when they get you to themselves

Someone else said that Volt would be into tying you up or you tying him up and I can definitely see it

He'll definitely make you use your words to tell him what you what him to do, and teases you about how shy/eager you are

Eddie on the other hand tends to manhandle you a bit more, definitely loves marking you too

Surprisingly loud and groans lot when he's at it, (sometimes whimpers....who said that??)

He'll always start a little rough depending on the situation but the further you go, the more he softens up

He's not good with his emotions but he does care for you a lot and he fucks you like he's desperate, like he's scared of loosing you

He'll never admit it but he secretly loves it when you praise him

Also loves it if you're loud, just tell him how good he makes you feel

Together headcanons

I feel like Volt likes watching you and Eddie go at it in the beginning before joining himself

Volt definitely talks you through it if you're taking both of them at the same time

They're both definitely into overstimulation, you're not going anywhere until they're both done with you

They'll explore every inch of you and take notes over what makes you the loudest

I feel like they'd definitely be down to try anything new with you if you brought it up

Their foreplay would definitely be PEAK 👌

They know what gets you going and they get off on how wet they can make you

The combination of you being tied up by Volt and Eddie manhandling you is their personal fav

Might also be into blindfold and light choking if you were ok with jt

When everything's done their aftercare is the best, they'll clean you up and cuddle with you and bring you anything you need the rest of the night

Chance

Pleasure Dom 100%

He's the sweetest person ever and that definitely translates into the bedroom

He'll do almost anything you ask if it helps make you feel good

Obvi he'll be into some roleplaying in the bedroom, he'll do almost anything if you enjoy a certain scenario

Also probably into light overstimulation

He loves to feel you shaking and desperate for him

L o v e s when you say his name, or just loud in general cuz he loves knowing how good he makes you feel

Mostly vanilla for the most part, he just wants to pleasure you organically, but willing to try almost anything you might be into within reason

His aftercare too is always the BEST, he's literally there to serve you and bring you anything you need, you wouldn't even need to walk he'll just carry you

Best after sex cuddles as well, he just wants you to be comfortable and warm

Lyric

Everyone is sleeping on my man for real 😤

He doesn't act like it but he's secretly a horndog, like he's got the knowledge of every book and you really think he wouldn't know a thing or 2?

Absolutely into Sensory deprivation

With him being a genie I have a headcanon that he can summon and levitate certain things, but it only applies to books and feathers

L o v e s using feathers on you, whether it's playful tickling or you blindfolded and tied up he's using them on you

Will absolutely take his time with you until you're begging him to touch you

This might sound weird but because he's a genie I don't think he actually has a....uh....pp? But when he's realized and gets his human form he's definitely fucking you hard the second he gets the chance

Would love to read dirty romance books to you and watch your reaction every time to see what gets you going

Definitely asks if you can recreate different scenes from his favorite romance books

Super romantic always, if you're not as experienced he'll definitely go slow and be understanding, making sure you feel comfortable and have the best experience

Tony

I haven't done his whole story read but I'll add some more here when I finish it

He believes he's hot shit, he's so smooth with his words you genuinely can't help but lean into it

Experience on the other hand, he'll never admit it but sometimes doesn't always know what he's doing and might need a little guidance

But he'll also never admit he also loves praise and hearing how good he makes you feel, definitely inflated his ego more than it already is

He thinks he's good with his hands, but this is where he might need that little bit of guidance

He's into hair pulling, he loves just having a solid grip on you no matter what, but tries hard not to actually hurt you cuz he thinks it kills the mood

He definitely wasn't lying when he said he has a massive schlong, but don't tell him that you doubted him

Loves trying different positions with you, and his stamina lasts a long time so be prepared to be in it for awhile

Also a sucker for any kind of hand job or blow job, definitely a favorite for him and he'll absolutely talk you through it and tell you how he likes it

Probably doesn't understand the concept of aftercare so you might have to teach him, but once he gets it he's surprisingly caring because he wants you to enjoy your time with him

Dorian

I haven't progressed a lot in his story either but I'll try my best

He knows he's hot and he knows you think he's hot and he's A L L over it

Into light voyeurism/exhibitionism, he'll love it if you walk in on him pleasuring himself and encourages you to stay and watch, and also loves seeing you touch yourself in front of him

Spoiler if you haven't unlocked Keith yet but after hearing how Keith really felt about Dorian you try your best to be better than that

You love telling Dorian how good he makes you feel, and he knows he's good at what he does

Definitely loves seeing you on top from time to time, he wants you to ride him

Also please sit on this man's face, you won't regret it

100% uses his voice against you, loves to whisper in your ear or surprise you from behind just to rile you up

He'll be anything you want him to be from rough to soft

Loves taking care of you afterwards too, he'll never disappoint with his aftercare, and always has a habit of telling you he loves you afterwards

[charmedreincarnation]

MOAB subliminal challenge

(Click links)

The Mother of All Boosters, commonly known as MOAB, is a high-potency subliminal booster originally created by the user ItsaKid (also known as Synergeticboy). Developed over the course of nine months and upgraded in three, MOAB is engineered to serve as the foundational accelerator for any subliminal system, built with both speed and complexity in mind. While multiple versions exist, MOAB 1.0 remains the go-to for those prioritizing rapid, concentrated results. It activates deep neural, energetic, and subconscious layers, effectively removing resistance, integrating affirmations faster, and collapsing the delay between intention and manifestation.

MOAB is structured around a modular design system—each formula is written in code-like expressions, such as {B} = {Topic} or {S} = {Topic[Submaker (Formula)] × Topic[Submaker (Formula)]}. These modules allow users to target specific goals (like confidence, wealth, or void state access) and fuse them together to multiply their effects. The booster works in tandem with these scripts, interpreting them like psychic commands. MOAB 1.0 is optimized for velocity: it initiates a kind of subliminal combustion that prioritizes speed over subtlety, making it ideal for users who are mentally stable and spiritually prepared for rapid transformations.

We will be using 1.0 rather than 2.0 because it focuses on speed. In essence, MOAB 1.0 acts like a raw psychic amplifier. It does not hold back. It is especially compatible with other generative subliminals, morphic fields, or void-based systems. When paired with clean scripting and a clear mental field, MOAB doesn’t just boost results—it warps time around them, often collapsing what would take weeks into hours or days. Due to its sheer intensity, scripting clarity, hydration, and intentionality are strongly recommended. This is not a casual track—it is the Paragon Core for speedrunners of the subconscious realm.

If you’d rather use your own subliminals instead of the ones I picked, you’ll need to learn and research how the module system works on your own. Direct any specific questions to the original creator on Reddit or to ishteham. I just don’t have time to build individual module setups for everyone. :)

The challenge

This challenge is extremely simple and honestly, you don’t even need to overthink it or do deep research unless you want to. I’ve already done the work for you. Everything is set up. The subs are chosen, the formula is written. All you have to do is follow the steps below and stay consistent.

1. Every morning, listen to the MOAB Booster. (Download here)

It’s about 45 minutes long. If you’re short on time, just set an alarm for an hour before you need to wake up, play it, and go back to sleep. That’s it. One listen per day.

Then, throughout the day (and overnight if you’d like), listen to the two subliminals I’ve assigned for this challenge. You can loop them while you work, study, sleep—whatever works for you.

2. Make a playlist called: MOAB Challenge

Add these two subliminals to it:

Infinite abundance by moza mroph

Problem solving by slade

These are your daily subs. Listen whenever you feel called, or just keep them looping gently in the background during the day or while you sleep.

3.important (!!!)

Save this in your Notes, Google Docs, or wherever you track subliminals. DO NOT CHANGE ANYTHING. This is your energetic formula. Just copy and paste it lol.

{S}= {infinite abundance[Moza morph (C.O.D)]} X{Problem solving[Submaker (Formula)]}

{S}= {infinite abundance[Moza morph (C.O.D)]} X{Problem solving[slade (thestral wings)]}

{B} = {Lucid Dreaming}

{B} = {Manifesting}

{B} = {Reality Shifting}

{B} = {Self Concept}

{B} = {Luck}

{B} = {Wealth Building}

{B} = {Mental Health}

{B} = {Void State}

{B} = {Lucid Dreaming(G)}

{B} = {Manifesting(G)}

{B} = {Reality Shifting(G)}

{B} = {Self Concept(G)}

{B} = {Luck(G)}

{B} = {Wealth Building(G)}

{B} = {Mental Health(G)}

{B} = {Void State(G)}

{R}= {Infinite Abundance [Moza Morph (C.O.D)]}

{R}= {Problem Solving [Slade (Thestral Wings)]}

{C} = {MOAB Challenge}

{H} = {Lucid Dreaming}

{H} = {Manifesting}

{H} = {Reality Shifting}

{H} = {Self Concept}

{H} = {Luck}

{H} = {Wealth Building}

{H} = {Mental Health}

{H} = {Void State}

If you’re using your own subliminals instead of the ones I provided, you’ll need to create your own formula and module sheet. If you have questions about how to structure them, I recommend reaching out to the creator directly—@Itsakid has a Reddit community and can explain everything way better than I can. He built the system, so you’ll get the most accurate answers there. But here’s the module explanation.

Final words

The subliminals used in this challenge also work perfectly with the Lucid Dreaming Challenge so if you want to combine both, go for it.

That’s it. I lucid dreamt immediately using this method. It’s simple but powerful especially if you’ve struggled with manifestation, resistance, or stagnancy. The booster handles integration.

[mermazeablaze]

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

My mom is a diagnosed narcissist with bipolar & is suspected of having schizophrenia by health professionals, but won't let them diagnose that one. She physically, mentally, verbally & psychologically abused me as far back as I can remember. She is a raging bigot. We went no contact in Dec 2024.

My dad & I are mostly estranged with rare contact. He was a drug addict (over 5yrs recovered) most of my life & hardly ever around. But is there when I need him.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

My husband, wife, daughters & I say it all the time.

03: Do you regret anything?

Everybody has regrets.

04: Are you insecure?

This question is a bit broad. I have anxieties, not sure about insecurities.

05: What is your relationship status?

V-shaped poly marriage. I am the point of the 'v'. My husband & wife hinge off of me. My wife & husband are just friends. My wife is a nonbinary ace bisexual lesbian. My husband is cis heteroflexible. I am gender fluid pan. We all live together.

06: How do you want to die?

I don't. I actually have extreme anxiety to the point of anxiety & panic attacks about it. Funnily enough, I am a professional paranormal investigator, multiclair & psychopomp.

07: What did you last eat?

Gullon butterfly cookies with blackberry preserves.

08: Played any sports?

Tennis, volleyball, flag football, kickball & t-ball.

09: Do you bite your nails?

No.

10: When was your last physical fight?

I can't remember.

11: Do you like someone?

My spouses.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Yes, almost 4 days during a sleepover contest. The runner up made it to 48. Caffeine was involved & pure determination - I am competitive.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Ha, that's a loaded question. Most of it revolving around political powers that be .

14: Do you miss someone?

Several people.

15: Have any pets?

Four dogs - Fox (Male, Yorkie & Wire Hair Mix), Ori (Female, Beagle & Pointer Mix), Astrid (Female, Greyhound & Bully Mix) & Gremlin (Shiffon)

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Meh.

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

I've done waaaaay more than that! 😈

18: Are you scared of spiders?

Anything bigger than a quarter.

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

No, it would imply I regret my family (spouses & children) & the events that shaped them into who they are.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

My husband & I are still very affectionate after nearly two decades together.

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

Currently, a movie marathon & becoming one with the sofa.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

I have three daughters - 13/15/17yrs old

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

Currently, only my ears. But have had my lips, tongue, nose, eyebrows, nipples, bellybutton, hips & clit pierced. I also have several tattoos.

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

I am a high school dropout, but straight A college student. I am getting my Bachelor of Arts in Native American Studies.

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

Of course.

26: What are you craving right now?

Chinese buffet particularly coconut shrimp in the cream sauce.

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Yes, I was a serial dater before settling down.

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

Yes.

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Yes.

30: What’s irritating you right now?

Being poor in a fascist regime.

31: Does somebody love you?

Multiple people.

32: What is your favourite color?

I love colors in general. It's hard for me to dislike colors especially when I know complementary colors can make others palatable.

33: Do you have trust issues?

Yes.

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

I have a lot of liminal & shadow work dreams.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My wife, I had a legit mental breakdown at my last job a couple of years ago & she had to take me to an emergency therapy appointment. Where I proceeded to sob uncontrollably. I hate crying even in front of loved ones.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

I used to, but now I am jaded & overly critical of new acquaintances even if I really like them. But I don't make it their problem.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Depends on the situation.

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

It is a very transformatory one, but not the best.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

I was 12.

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

I am not prude & a bit of an exhibitionist.

51: Favourite food?

Most Asian, Mediterranean, South American, Mexican, African, Southern & Soul Food cuisines.

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Yes, but I don't believe in predestination or pre ordination.

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Unless I am sweltering, I have to take my hair down. I have pavloved myself into - hair up (awake) & hair down (bed time).

54: Is cheating ever okay?

No. I believe in ethical monogamy & non-monogamy.

55: Are you mean?

I am a very direct person & refuse to be a doormat, that doesn't make me mean.

56: How many people have you fist fought?

Too many to count, but haven't fought anyone in over 15yrs.

57: Do you believe in true love?

Obviously.

58: Favourite weather?

Stormy weather especially if I have a skylight, a solarium is even better.

59: Do you like the snow?

I like the idea of snow.

60: Do you wanna get married?

I am legally married to my husband of nearly 20yrs & have known my wife just as long, but we've been an item almost 6yrs since she moved in.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

I prefer babe. I reserve baby for my children.

62: What makes you happy?

Living my life with my loved ones.

63: Would you change your name?

I used to want to, but have grown to accept my name.

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

I would hope not.

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Consent is sexy & there's lots you can do with it.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

A few.

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

My husband.

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

I regularly have deep conversations with every member of my household & the people who live in my phone.

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

I don't believe in predestination or pre ordination, so no. I believe in synchronicities & have strong bonds with my spouses because of them.

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

My spouses & children.

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[harkness-pet]

my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I'm covered in you - pt. 1

Pairing: Agatha x fem!reader

Plot: you are a gardener who starts working for Agatha, a housewife of a rich man who’s never home. as the summer blooms, so does the tension between you two.

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You weren’t looking for anything special that summer, but since the flower shop you had been working at closed, you needed something new, preferably something that was outside. 

When Mrs. Agatha Harkness Whitmore posted a notice at the town’s market bulletin board, asking for someone to care for her garden through the summer, your fingers had plucked the little white card without hesitation.

The house she owned stood at the edge of town, wrapped in ivy. It was enormous and you could only imagined it went back generations of Whitmores. It seemed to be full of ghosts.

But the first time you met Agatha, she wasn’t some brooding figure in the shadows. She wasn’t even the owner, she was the owner’s wife. 

She was lounging by the pool, sunglasses perched in her wavy, dark hair, skin already kissed bronze by the early summer sun. She looked like a 1970s movie star.

“You must be the new gardener,” she said, a slow smile blooming across her lips.

You nodded, trying not to stare. She looked like a painting �� all curves and calm and careful elegance.

“My husband’s been pestering me about the garden for ages, but I just don’t have the green thumb.”

You tried to smile politely, your hands stiff at your sides.

“You’ll find the tools in the shed. But if you have questions,” she added, lifting her glasses just enough to meet your eyes, “ask me. Not him.”

Then she settled back, arms behind her head, and let the sun drape itself over her body. That day, you clipped roses with shaking hands.

~~~

The days passed slowly. You wore cutoff shorts and tied your hair back with a scarf, sometimes humming Fleetwood Mac songs under your breath. Agatha rarely left the house except to sunbathe. 

But when she stretched out in her chair, the silk of her robe falling open just enough to show the dark line of her bathing suit beneath, your breath caught in your throat. You didn’t know where to look. You didn’t know how to breathe.

But she always watched you.

At first, it was little things, a glass of lemonade left on the table, her voice drifting out through the open French doors, murmuring about how “the petunias look like they might finally cooperate.”

Then came the conversations.

You would be kneeling in the dirt, hands deep in rosemary and thyme, and she would call to you.

“Do you like Fleetwood Mac?” she asked once, lazily twirling a glass of iced tea in her fingers.

You looked up, sweat on your brow. “Who doesn’t?”

She smiled faintly. “You remind me of Stevie. Wild. Young. Intense eyes.”

You didn’t know how to answer that. So you smiled and changed the subject.

But the conversations kept happening.

Books. “Have you read The Bell Jar?” she asked one afternoon. You had, and you talked about it for nearly an hour. 

Dreams. You told her about wanting your own herb shop someday, a big garden with a greenhouse and a crooked little sign by the road.

She listened like no one ever had.

Once, on a blistering afternoon, you were on your knees trimming lavender when her voice floated over.

“You’re baking out here,” she said. “Come have a drink.”

You turned. She was sitting up now, that same black one-piece clinging to her like it had been painted on. Her hair was pinned loosely, neck bare, skin glistening. You hesitated, hands dirty.

She lifted a glass and tilted her head. “Come on. I won’t bite.”

You stood, wiping your hands, trying not to feel every inch of her gaze travel over you. She handed you the glass — lemonade with fresh basil, ice clinking — and smiled when your fingers touched.

“I like watching you work,” she said casually. “You have this way of moving. Very... focused.”

You swallowed too quickly. “Thanks.”

“I used to love gardening,” she continued, looking out over the beds. “When I was younger. Before the house got too big and the marriage too... dry.”

You didn’t know what to say. You took a long sip and let the silence stretch.

“I wanted to be a writer,” she said almost as an afterthought. “Before I became Mrs. Whitmore. Before I became someone’s trophy.”

“What would you write?” you asked after a while. The surprise etched on her face made you hesitate whether you said something wrong. “Sorry, you don’t-“

“I’d write historical fiction,” she confessed, voice almost a whisper. “Ask me more things.” 

You stared at her, wordless, and her hand reached out and squeezed your arm. “Please.”

That was the first time you felt the heat shift — not the sun, but something between you. Something that wasn’t just your wishful thinking. 

A week later, she asked you to put lotion on her.

It was late afternoon, the sun dropping gold across the pool deck. You’d just finished laying mulch in the herb bed, your shirt sticking to your back with sweat. She was already there, as always, reclined, skin glowing.

She turned her head lazily as you passed. “Sweetheart,” she said, that husky drawl of hers curling around the word, “would you do me a favor?”

You stopped. “Of course.” Of course. Anything. Everything. 

She held up a bottle of sunscreen. “My back. I’ve been out here too long and I can’t reach. You don’t mind, do you?”

You took it from her, your fingers brushing hers. She turned over slowly, her robe slipping away entirely, and the sight of her — bare back, curve of hip, the way the suit dipped low… made you thirsty and lightheaded. And it was definitely not the sun’s fault. 

Her skin was golden, glowing. You knelt beside her, your legs brushing the warm stone tiles, and uncapped the bottle.

You squeezed the lotion into your palm. You swallowed, rubbed your hands together, and then laid them gently on her back.

Her skin was hot beneath your fingers. You moved slowly, careful, tracing the edges of her shoulder blades. She let out a low hum, not of discomfort. Approval, maybe. Her head turned slightly, her cheek resting on the towel.

“Your hands are strong,” she murmured.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t trust your voice. You just kept rubbing, watching the way the light danced across her spine, trying not to fall apart at the seams.

As you slowly worked the lotion in, you could hear her humming under her breath, a sound that filled the silence, made everything feel intimate. It wasn’t a song or a tune; it was just a soft, satisfied hum, like she was savoring every moment.

You applied more lotion, your fingers now pressing gently into the muscles of her shoulders, working out the tension there. The motion of your hands on her body became more methodical, more thorough, and you felt the muscles in her back relax beneath your touch.

She tilted her head back slightly, closing her eyes as if giving herself over to the moment. Her breath became slower, deeper. And just as you reached the curve of her spine, she let out another soft sigh, her body tilting slightly, giving you more access.

"That feels good," she murmured, her voice a little thicker now, like she wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. “You know exactly where to press…”

You smiled, feeling her soft skin slip under your fingertips as you continued. Her skin was warm, almost burning in the heat, but it was comforting. With each glide of your hands, you could feel her breath getting heavier.

You leaned in closer, your hands traveling down her back, pressing deeper into the small of her back. You could hear her heartbeat pick up ever so slightly, the shift in the rhythm unmistakable.

"You’re tense," you said softly, pressing your palm against her lower back and kneading gently.

Her breath caught, and she let out a tiny, involuntary moan, the sound like a secret shared between the two of you. You couldn’t help but smile at the way her body reacted to you, how she seemed so alive under your touch, as if your hands were pulling something from her she couldn’t hide.

Without thinking, you moved lower, your hands gliding down her back to her hips. The lotion left a trail of smoothness behind, and as you moved lower, your fingers brushed against the side of her ribcage, feeling her body shift ever so slightly under your touch.

She let out a small gasp, her eyes fluttering open, meeting yours for the briefest of moments before she turned her head away, biting her lip as if to hold back the emotions rising in her. Her legs shifted slightly, her thighs pressed together. The gesture wasn’t intentional, but it was enough to catch your attention.

You could feel your own pulse quicken, your breath coming a little sharper now as you continued.

"Tell me if I’m hurting you," you murmured, but there was a teasing edge to your voice.

She shook her head slowly, her voice a quiet whisper. "No... don’t stop."

Her words felt like a challenge. She wanted you to keep going. 

You let your hands roam a little further, your fingers now massaging the back of her thighs. You couldn’t stop yourself. It wasn’t just the way she had asked, nor the hum of pleasure that escaped her lips. It was the way her body responded to every movement of your hands, the way she needed this from you.

Then her phone rang and it broke the spell. You flinched back as if someone had slapped you. 

She seemed to also realise the position you were both in and she didn’t meet your eyes again. She reached for her phone and murmured a quick “thank you”. You turned away and pressed your eyes shut when you heard her answer the call with “hello, darling.”

You saw Agatha’s husband only a handful of times. He didn’t seem to be home very often. Agatha once said he only came home late and expected warm dinner and warmer bed. You didn’t want to think about that. You didn’t want to think about him too much because you hated him far too much for someone who had never even met the guy properly. 

Your mind didn’t have that much space for hatred, though, as it was entirely occupied by Agatha. 

How she tilted her head when you talked about your garden. How her eyes softened when you told her about the basil you were growing from seed. How she listened. Really listened. 

One morning, you nicked yourself on the rusted edge of the pruning shears. A clean slice across your palm, blood welling before you could even curse.

You pressed your shirt to the wound and cursed under your breath, wondering if you should run into town for antiseptic. But before you could make up your mind, Agatha was there.

Barefoot on the flagstones, a linen blouse knotted loosely at her waist. Her robe draped over one arm. Her expression was unreadable.

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s nothing,” you said quickly, but she was already crossing to you.

“Sit.” Her voice was softer than usual. No teasing. Just quiet command.

You obeyed. She knelt before you, brows drawn in a line of concern you hadn’t seen before. She cradled your hand in hers, gently tugging the cloth away. Her thumb brushed near the wound.

“You really should be more careful,” she murmured.

She disappeared into the house and returned with a small tin. Rubbing alcohol. Gauze. A bandage. You watched her move, quick, efficient, but still elegant, like everything else she did.

When the alcohol touched your skin, you hissed.

“Shh,” she said, glancing up at you. “Almost done.”

Her fingers worked gently, but something about the moment slowed time. The way she touched you. The way her brow furrowed, eyes flicking up every so often to meet yours. And you... watched her the whole time.

She looked at you then. Fully. Something in her face softened even more, and for a breathless second, it seemed she might kiss you.

But she didn’t.

She patted the bandage gently and stood, brushing her hands on her thighs. “There. Good as new.”

You were not good as new. You were ruined. And she had no idea.

Or maybe she did.

You didn’t mean to fall under her spell. She was older. Married. Untouchable. But those long, sun-warmed days blurred the lines between right and wrong. There was something about her, something caged and dangerous, something soft and aching, too. You saw the way her eyes lingered on you a second too long. You heard the way her voice lowered when she asked how you slept the night before.

You caught her watching you from the upstairs window. You were trimming the hedges, sweat dripping down your neck, and something made you glance up.

She didn’t move away when you met her gaze. She didn’t pretend she wasn’t staring. She just stood there in the thin white curtain, dark silhouette against the glass. Watching. Wanting. Waiting.

You didn’t wave. You didn’t smile. You just let her look.

And then one day you stayed too late. The sun had already begun to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows over the lawn. You packed your tools slowly, unwilling to leave, your skin still humming from the way Agatha’s hand had brushed your wrist earlier while passing you the clippers. A touch that meant nothing. A touch that meant everything.

She’d gone inside an hour ago. She didn’t say goodbye. Just disappeared through the French doors. 

You almost didn’t go looking for her. You told yourself she was fine. She always was. Sharp and composed and untouchable.

But something tugged at you. You wandered around the side of the house toward the open window in the sitting room. The lights were off inside. You were just about to call her name when you heard it.

Not a sound you’d ever heard from her before.

A choked inhale. A low, soft sob.

You froze. For a moment, you thought about pretending you hadn’t heard. You could leave now. Walk away. Let her have this private storm.

But your feet moved before you decided. You stepped up to the open door and found her there.

Agatha was curled in the corner of the couch, knees tucked under her, one hand pressed to her mouth. Her other hand clutched a glass of wine, nearly full. Her head turned slightly when she heard you, but she didn’t lift her face.

“I didn’t expect you to still be here,” she said, voice rough, almost hoarse.

“I was just leaving.”

She nodded. Wiped her cheek quickly with the back of her hand. “Sorry. Don’t— It’s just a headache.”

You stepped closer. “Agatha…”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, sharper this time, her armor trying to snap back into place. “I don’t need—”

But you crossed the room before she could finish. You knelt in front of her.

Gently, you reached out and brushed the tear from her cheek. Your touch was feather-light and her breath caught.

Her eyes locked on yours, wide and dark and full of everything she wouldn’t say. Sadness. Fear. Hunger. Loneliness. She didn’t flinch when you touched her. She didn’t move at all.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she whispered.

“Like what?”

“Like you see me.”

“I do see you.”

That undid her more than anything. Her chin trembled, just for a moment. Her grip tightened on the wineglass like it might be the only thing anchoring her to the world.

You cupped her face fully now, thumb smoothing across her temple. You didn’t kiss her. You didn’t say anything stupid or brave. You just stayed there for a breath too long.

And then you stood.

“I have to go,” you said quietly.

She nodded, still watching you. Neither of you said goodbye.

You walked out into the dusk, heart hammering, and knew that whatever was happening between you, this wildfire, this slow ache, was no longer something you could control.

And neither could she.

~~~

The next day, with the sun burning high and no breeze to speak of, Agatha appeared on the poolside again. It looked like whatever happened the day before had been a mere dream, but her expression revealed that something had changed. 

She wore a sheer white robe that slipped off her shoulders, revealing a dark purple one-piece that clung to her. You noticed her watching you several times and you were waiting because you knew. You knew that the barrier between you was crushing down. 

“You must be boiling out there,” she said finally, her voice low.

You wiped your forehead with your sleeve and internally exhaled. Here it was. 

“Come cool off,” she said, and this time it wasn’t a suggestion.

You hesitated. The pool shimmered in the blazing sun.

“Is your husband home?” you asked, careful.

Her mouth quirked. “He’s away for the week. Business. Or golf. Or another woman. Who knows.”

You walked toward the water.

“Strip,” she said, before you reached the edge. “You’ll ruin those clothes.”

So you did. You peeled your shirt off slowly, eyes on hers, and felt a thrill run up your spine when she didn’t look away. Her gaze was direct, unflinching. You almost stopped breathing when you realised that what you saw in her eyes was hunger. 

You slid into the water only in your underwear and let it envelop you. She joined you. Silent. Close.

And when your fingers brushed hers beneath the surface, neither of you moved away.

She tilted her head at you and moved closer, her fingers intertwining with yours. “I didn't expect you when I put the ad for gardener.”

“What did you expect?” you asked and your hand was already sneaking around her waist below the water and you were pulling her closer ever so slowly.

Her eyes burned at the move. “Someone quiet, who comes and gets the job done.”

“Oh I can definitely get the job done,” you promised with a smirk as you finally pulled her flush against your body.

She whimpered and raised her legs around your waist. “You’re dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” you echoed. “Me?”

She laughed softly. “You act innocent. But these words and… I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

You grip her hips firmly. “And how exactly is that?”

She hesitated and then her voice dropped. “Like you want to do very bad things.”

You leaned in just enough to feel the warmth of her breath.

“Maybe I do,” you said, eyes locked on hers. “But I think you’d let me.”

That surprised her, the shift in tone, the confidence in your voice. Her mouth parted slightly. “Oh?”

You tilted your head. “Look where we are. You. Me. Alone in your pool. No husband. No excuses.”

She gripped your shoulders firmly and then her hands trailed up to hide in your hair. “Hm,” Agatha hummed and god, you felt the sound in every cell of your body.

Then the world stopped as you stared into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily even though you didn’t even kiss each other yet.

And in that moment you finally kissed her.

No hesitation. No testing the waters. You took her mouth like it was something you already knew. Her lips parted under yours with a soft gasp, one hand instinctively curling around your hair harder, tugging.

The kiss went on. Her breath hitched, her body instinctively moving even closer. For a moment, she let herself be kissed, kissed like a woman someone truly wanted.

When you pulled back, just slightly, her lips were parted and flushed.

She stared at you for a long second, expression unreadable.

Then: “Christ. I really should fire you.”

You grinned. “But you won’t.”

“No,” she admitted. “I really won’t.”

And this time, it was her who reached for you with a hunger so fierce it left you both breathless.

~~~

You were still feeling almost high after the intense make out session in the pool. It was a shame you had to leave, but Agatha’s friends from a book club were coming and it was better for you to leave. 

She planted a soft kiss on your lips and pressed a note into your palm before she opened the door for you to leave. 

You read it with shaky fingers on the way to your car. 

Come tonight. Midnight. The greenhouse.

Your heart leapt.

~~~ 

Midnight came slowly.

You didn’t sleep. You laid in your room, the attic room you rent above the bakery in town, and stared at the ceiling fan spinning shadows overhead. Every time you blinked, you saw her. Agatha. In the pool. In the lounger. Her eyes locked on yours.

You dressed quietly. Soft jeans. A loose cotton tank. Nothing that screams intention but everything that could be slipped off in a moment, if needed.

You walked the two miles to her house by starlight. The air was thick and warm, the night breathing around you. Crickets sang in the tall grass.

The greenhouse stood at the edge of the garden, tall and domed, a cathedral of glass and iron that always felt a little sacred, even in daylight. Tonight, it glowed faintly from within.

A single lamp burned inside, tucked behind a pot of orchids.

And she was there.

Agatha.

She stood among the ferns, barefoot, her silk robe falling open at the collar to reveal a satin slip beneath, dark plum, clinging to her in all the right places.

“You came,” she said.

You swallowed. “You asked me to.”

A faint smile played at her mouth. She closed the space between you slowly. “I didn’t think you would.”

“Why?”

“Because this…” Her hand lifted to touch the edge of your shirt. “Is a line neither of us is supposed to cross.”

You breathed in. She smelled like roses and wine. Like summer nights.

“But you want to.”

She nodded. “I think I’ve wanted to for longer than I’ll admit.”

You touched her then. Your hand, light on her waist. Her breath caught.

You could still walk away. You knew that. But your hands were already memorizing her curves, already pulling her in.

And then her mouth was on yours.

The kiss was quiet at first. Just the slow press of mouths learning each other. Her hands found your hair. Yours found her back, the silk slipping beneath your fingertips.

She moaned, soft, surprised, when your lips parted hers, when your tongue brushed hers. The sound shot straight through you.

You guided her back against the potting table, orchids and ivy swaying around you like a jungle. The greenhouse was humid, the glass fogging, the smell of soil and citrus all around you.

She broke the kiss, only to whisper, “Take this off.”

You obeyed, shirt falling to the floor without a second thought.

Her fingers trailed down your ribs. “You’re so… young,” she said, but her voice shook. “Too young for me.”

“I’m old enough to know what I want.”

That did something to her. Her eyes darkened. She pulled you closer and kissed you like she was starving. Like no one had touched her in years. Maybe no one had.

She guided your hand to her hip. “Then show me.”

Your first time together was a mix of lips at your throat, whispered orders, hands guiding yours. But her body betrayed her, however much she wished for control, she found herself surrendering to you. 

You found the places that made her gasp. The way her hips rolled when you kissed the hollow of her throat just right.

She laid back like she belonged there, bare legs tangled, hair fanned around her. Her chest rose and fell quickly. Her lips were already red from your mouth. Her fingers curled against the stone.

You kissed her throat, her shoulder, the place just under her ear that made her gasp.

You moved slowly, not to tease, but because she deserved to be cherished.

Every time your hand moved lower, she arched into it. Every time your lips found skin, she broke a little more.

When you finally touched her, your fingers gathering the wetness between her legs, your fingers curling inside her, she bit her lip so hard you thought she’d bleed. You found the rhythm that made her shake with pleasure as she was desperately grasping at your shoulders.

“Please,” she whispered, not to beg, but to give permission.

You didn’t rush. You gave her everything she didn’t know how to ask for.

And when she broke beneath you, trembling, breathless, cursing softly into your shoulder, she clung to you like she didn’t want to come back from wherever you had taken her.

Her voice, after, was barely a whisper. “God, what are you doing to me…”

And in that moment, she was yours. Complete, fierce, and helpless.

Afterward, you laid on the greenhouse floor, tangled in your discarded clothes, half-covered in a blanket she had pulled from a storage bench.

She brushed your cheek with the back of her fingers.

“You scare me,” she said softly.

“Why?”

“Because you make me feel alive again.”

She fell asleep in your arms that night. 

When you woke up, the sun was beginning to rise. The greenhouse was golden again and forever drown in your passion.

Agatha was still there, curled against you, hair messy, lips bruised, a faint smile on her face. 

And you knew you were fucked. 

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hello!!! Could you write Caine, Kinger and Pomni x Reader who's been there longer than anyone else? Instead of absolutely losing it, they have managed to just become incredibly calm and just generally used to it and Caines shenanigans.

Caine Kinger and Pomni x reader who's been around the longest but isnt insane

i kind of really want chai cookies rn. and vanilla cupcakes. and lemon drizzle cake. not sure if its like a cue or what because ive been CARNALLY wanting sweet stuff lately but... i dont usually have a sweet tooth.. grrgrr... i hate being on a deficit and meds. messes with my hormones but alas i need my meds notes: gn reader, short and sweet, written on computer, youre actually pretty chill to be around all things considered cws: none

CAINE

you... intrigue him... its not that he wants you to abstract- honestly im on the side of "caine doesnt really mean any genuine harm," for the time being- hes got a lot of feelings for you. curious to see how much longer you can last- not that he wants to see you fold-, and a sense of odd admiration. youve seen a lot of stuff

he feels an attachment to you too, youve been around for so so so long now that youve just become a normal part of the circus at this point, youre like... a part of the coding now- even though youre a real person... youre like.. his buddy! his pal! his partner in crime- not that hes committing any crimes! because crimes are.. crimes! as hed say at least

sometimes you can use this to your advantage to tone him down a little when he gets a little into making his adventures. make him... calmer... reasonable. hes still chaotic and a bit all over the place but you anchor him down just a bit. its probably going to get real weird when you do abstract though

KINGER

honestly... seeing him spiral into his current state was hard to watch. youve seen first hand how he went from this kind and intelligent man to this paranoid mess. not that he isnt kind anymore. he still is, and he tries his best but god- that knowledge of what he used to be sits heavy on you

he instinctively clings onto you because he knows youre familiar even if his memories are all jumbled up. in his eyes youre a safe person so of course hes going to seek you out when he can during adventures- and when its just leisure time in the circus

youre calmer demeanor helps him relax a bit, even without being in the pillow fort. if youre patient enough you can convince him to take a break and spend some time with the others on his worse days

POMNI

her introduction to kinger- assuming this is pre halloween episode- made her think you were going to be a bit... scrambled... too... but shes a bit taken aback at how calm and put together you are. and shes silently thanking you for that- its nice having someone she can actually talk to.. ragathas nice... but you know a little more than her thanks to your time here

though... the fact youve been here for so long does make her feel sick. i dont think shes fully given up on escaping- its just not her main focus right now, save her own mental health or whatever... but you being here for so long does dampen her spirits a bit. so she really is just stuck here, huh?

theres only so much you can do to comfort her, but youve seen so many people come and go in the circus that youve probably got a few ideas on how to tackle her and keep her emotionally anchored long enough to change the subject

[randomwriteronline]

Sometimes i hear something like "its good romance isnt canon bc matoran are children and toa are adults so itd be bad if hewkii and macku got together for real" and ill find a way to reasonably argue that the toa mata are actually newborns based solely on the imagery of their arrival and some of their early behaviors on the spot just to make a point

[nerdy-alto]

I cannot tell you how messed up being raised in a compulsive-heterosexuality / slut-shaming church made me. For anyone who doesn't know, the mormon church is just as bad as many other Christian religions about being absolutely OBSESSESSED with what one does with one's bathing suit parts outside of marriage, but unlike other slut-shamey religions, 100% absolutely REQUIRES heterosexual marriage & child-bearing for any woman who wants to go to heaven (and their idea of "heaven" is being one of multiple sister-wives of your husband, birthing babies for eternity). When I was a youth, I thought I was doing AWESOME at not being tempted by boys, when it was just... well, I wasn't interested at all (it was mutual for the boys in the church). Then I got to my 20's, left all that behind, decided I wanted to be a Real Person, and somehow didn't recognize how programmed I was to need male validation like I needed oxygen. Because every ounce of my cultural and religious background had told me since I was born that there was literally no point to me as a female unless a man said there was (with marriage and/or his dick.)

All told it could have been worse, but I spent my entire damn 20's either heartbroken in ways I didn't understand, or worried that I would never "count" because a man didn't choose me, and yet simultaneously not doing anything to get a man to choose me because my subconscious didn't want anything to do with that.

I feel like both a very Elderly Aroace, but also like a really immature one because I couldn't put a name to it until my 40's. I really love reading all the discourse from mostly younger (yet more mature) aroaces from all perspectives. Currently going through the perimenopause thing and having some hormonal outbursts that I'd say would characterize me as slightly gray-ace, but the aro bit is just intensifying and my general lack of trust and introversion means that the gray thing is likely entirely theoretical. If there are any other perimenopausal ace's of any gender with thoughts, I'd love to hear them!

Having some thoughts about compulsory sexuality, especially how posts about sex positivity vs censorship have an unfortunate tendency to cast people who are less willing to engage with sex as the cause and the symptom of puritanism when puritanical people are usually pretty pro-sex (within very narrow parameters that they weaponize against everyone else).

Tl;dr: Ending stigma around sex = Good. Implying less sexual people are losers / bad queers / oppressors = No thanks.

[confuzing]

Like real talk though if PIDW Yue Qingyuan died and woke up as his own ten year old self then I genuinely think he would drown baby Binghe if he couldn't facilitate him never being born.

Shen Jiu has of course noticed his Qi-ge finally locking the fuck in but was generally approving of the situation up until now. Running away from the slavers? Cool. Suddenly knowing a bunch of stuff about cultivation and helping SJ get his own in good shape? Sick. Murdering that random guy who turned out to be a demonic cultivator? Surprising but badass. (Being missing the night Qiu manor burned to the ground and everyone inside died? Shen Jiu doesn't know what you're talking about, Qi-ge was with him all night.) Getting them both into CQM Sect? Nice. All the additional hugs and attention? As it should be!

But when he sneaks off in the middle of the night again Shen Jiu follows him because he's been acting really edgy recently - just like he did those last few days before the Qiu fire...

He intervenes when Qi-ge moves to drown the baby he's just plucked out of the river.

"Alright," he says once he's snatched the baby away. Qi-ge looks vaguely ill. The baby had been screaming it's little head off but has gone quiet now. "What the fuck is up with you?"

Qi-ge tries to explain the baby is dangerous, a half-demon who'll kill them all one day but-

"How do you know that?"

He tries to not explain it all, but Xiao Jiu keeps asking questions and eventually he tells him almost everything. (Does he deliberately avoid explaining the horrible state their relationship was in when this all went down? Absolutely. Does he make it seem like LBH's vendetta was against the sect as a whole and not SJ specifically? Does he just say SJ was captured, not arrested, publically tried and then horrifically tortured? Also yes. Look he can't have a completely honest discussion about his feelings and mistakes he just can't.)

Anyway that's when Shen Jiu gets the idea that's going to make YQY go grey ridiculously early.

"...So what if we just take him in and make sure he loves us? Then we'd have a super powerful ally and wouldn't die?"