#and instead of having a quiz and a test

[cressthebest]

[piebingo]

Looking at pictures of the Occasions drop > studying for my law class

[ruanhertamei]

doing calc homework and all i can think about is grinding jades to get e1 the herta

[felowtravler]

Here's my hot (though probably unoriginal?) take.

The Bechdel test is overrated. While it's a GREAT tool for identifying women's represtantion, it's binary, and frankly, humans don't always pass it. Yes, it was incredible for the 90s when it was popularized (the 90s, right?). It's an important piece of critical history. However, it is not the end all be all of criticism.

Even with binary people, there needs to be representation about men between men, just as there needs to be representation about women between women. I think it's great if something passes the test. However, I don't think critique of media should begin and end with the Bechdel test. It's ONE way to analyze a text.

If you flip the test and evaluate it based on "do 2 men have a convo not involving a woman?" that can tell you a lot.

If it fails the Bechdel test, does it fail the opposite? Is it that there aren't purely woman-centered conversations becuase it's sexist, or is it balanced between the "Two Primary Genders" (as is common in film, at least. Enbies are valid and deserve rep too!)

Is it sexist and unbalanced, or is it a story about a grandfather and grandson because it's based on the writer's experience? Or from her imagination? Or becuase they just liked the story and wanted to write about that kind of relationship dynamic?

Is it a text that's sexist, or is it centering other identities like class, race, and/or nationality? Intersectionality is important, so ideally films and books and everything else should involve women (and enbies) in those categories and beyond, but films should also be allowed to feature queer relationships and familial ties and friendships without awkwardly fitting in One Scene to technically Pass. Idk, I haven't thought tons about it, but I'm not a big fan of it being used as the The One Reason to hate media.

[jayybugg]

lollipop rewards

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: Theo is too observant for his own good.

Warning: Oral fixation kink, Brainwashing using psychology because Theo is a nerdy prick, no use of Y/N, no specific house.

Word Count: 1.4K

Note: This was supposed to be a blurb, and for Kinktober.....um, obviously, neither of those worked out in my favor.

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Theo was very observant. Almost too observant for his own sanity because nothing slipped past him, especially when it came to you.

His little nerd.

Most people are shocked to find out that you and Theo knew each other, but he was a Slytherin who went to the library when he wanted peace, and you were a little nerd who loved her studies. He liked you, so that meant you got all his attention, whether you noticed it or not.

And he noticed everything.

The way you tied your hair up when you got overstimulated, the way you tapped your foot super-fast when you were angry, the way you chuckled when you were nervous. He saw it all.

But the thing he noticed the most was the way you always had to chew on something. From gum to the tops of your pens to the inside of your cheek. He saw the way your eyes lit up when you saw a lollipop or a popsicle. You had an oral fixation, at least that was Theo’s theory.

And who would Theo be if he didn’t test that theory?

For weeks, Theo would appear next to you with small, flavored lollipops. You did well on a test? Lollipop. You wanted a treat? Lollipop. He saw you chewing on a pen? You got a lollipop instead. Despite your intelligence, you were oblivious to Theo’s experiment, only thinking that he was a thoughtful friend.

It wasn’t until one day you didn’t see Theo at all. The observation took up your mind for the whole day. You looked for him around every corner, but he wasn’t there. It was not until the end of the day that you stormed into his dorm. Theo looked up from his book to quirk an amused eyebrow up at your angry expression.

“Bad day, pretty?” He asked, his voice deep and teasing.

“You weren’t in class.” You accused. “Give me a lollipop.”

Theo had to bite back his laugh. “Is that all you want from me? You came here for a lollipop and not because you missed me?”

You froze, his words sinking in. Your face got hot with embarrassment as you adverted your gaze. “No....b-but I did well on my quiz, and I deserve a lollipop.” You stammered.

Theo put his book down, smirking at you. “Careful, I’m starting to think you have an oral fixation.” He teased. You scoffed, your eyes narrowed at the Italian. “I don’t have an oral fixation. Now give me a lollipop.” You muttered, holding out your hands.

Theo shrugged, his smirk getting bigger. “I don’t have any.”

“What?” Your jaw slacked in shock and disappointment.

Theo gave you a mock pout. “I don’t have any, love. All I have is this flavored liquid candy.” He said, holding up the bottle, intentionally hiding the cover with his hand.

He popped the top open, letting the sweet, sugary smell hit your nostrils. You pouted, wanting to taste the candy. “But that’s not the same as a lollipop.” You said.

Theo shrugged, “I can make a makeshift lollipop.” You looked at him, curiosity taking over your features.

Theo poured the liquid over his two fingers, letting it drip. “Lick.” He commanded softly.

You blinked, a sudden urge to follow the demand taking over you before your senses. “I’m not going to lick your fingers!” You frowned.

“Come on, love. Don’t you want some type of reward? Don’t let the candy go to waste.” Theo teased; his head tilted to add to his boyish charm.

You swallowed hard, taking a few steps towards him to sit on the bed next to him. It was just your reward so no harm, right?

You leaned forward, your lips wrapping around his fingers. The candy hit your tongue, causing your shoulders to relax from the unknown tension. Your tongue worked fast to lick up all the sweetness on his digits. Theo watched, his eyes darkening from the scene in front of him. You were licking his fingers like your life depended on it.

You cleaned his fingers, almost whining when you realized all the candy was gone. Theo smirked at the action. Oh, he was going to push this even further.

Theo waited until OWLs came and went. He knew you would pass with flying colors which meant you would be awaiting your celebratory lollipop.

He sat in his dorm, rolling up a joint when you came in. You held out your hand, a wide smile. “I passed my OWLs, lollipop, please.” You said. Theo looked up at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I didn’t have time to get any lollipops, pretty.”

You frowned. You had been waiting all day for your damn lollipop, and he didn’t have them? Your eyes fell on the liquid candy on his dresser. “Use your fingers again.” You said, crossing your arms.

He held up his joint, his fingers dirty from the weed. “Occupied.”

You huffed, “Theo!”

Theo chuckled, “What? What do you want me to do, love?”

You had no words for him, sighing loudly. Theo chuckled, “How about a deal?”

You raised an eyebrow, “A deal?”

He nodded, laying back. “I’ve been stressed about the OWLs, so how about you help me release some of that stress and I give you that reward you want?”

Theo reached one of his hands, unzipping his pants. Your eyes fell to his lap, your breathing getting heavy. Your mouth was watering at the thought of the sweet taste, so before you could even think, you were climbing in between his legs.

Theo popped the top off the bottle as you freed his cock from the restraints of his pants. Theo poured the candy over his cock, enough to satisfy you. You wasted no time, licking the bottom of his shaft to the tip of his already swollen tip.

One taste of the candy and your mouth was wrapped around, sucking and licking his cock viciously. Theo groaned, leaning back against his headboard. He dropped the joint on the bed as he tried to steady himself from the feeling of your warm tongue and the tightness of your throat.

He imagined plenty of times what it would be like to get head from you, but this? This was better than any daydream that he could think of. Theo tangled his hands into your hair, pushing your head down to take him deeper.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and get all of your reward.” He muttered, grabbing a fistful of his hair and guiding your head. You whined against his cock, your fingers digging your fingers into his thighs. “You’re so desperate. Did you want a reward from me that bad?” He grunted, bucking his hips causing a gag to erupt from you.

“You were probably thinking about this all day, weren’t you? Licking up some sweetness from me?” He continued, a groan falling from his lips as he hit the back of your throat, “Still don’t think you have an oral fixation, baby?”

You couldn’t even think anymore, his words barely registering in her mind. You didn’t even care about the sweetness of the candy, just the feeling of him hitting the back of her throat was enough of a reward for you. You whined when he pulled your mouth away from his cock. “Look at me, baby,” Theo demanded. Your eyes met his, hazy and watery.

“Aw, look at you. Don’t worry, I’m going to give you back my cock in a second. I just wanted to see this pretty face before I came in your mouth.” Theo smiled, his thumb running over your bottom lip. “Such a pretty girl, I knew you would be a good little slut for me. I wonder what else I can do with you.”

He pulled you back down, your mouth filling up with his dick again. You moaned softly at the sensation, moving your head to bring Theo closer to his climax. “That’s it, right there.” Theo groaned, “Just a little deeper, baby, I’m about to—”

Theo didn’t finish his sentence when he filled your mouth up with his cum. He bucked his hips, making sure to fuck his seed down his throat. “Be a good girl and swallow it....there you go, baby.” He groaned.

You followed his command, licking up anything that might spilled. He glanced over to the bottle that sat on his dresser, a subtle chuckle falling from his lips as he read the brand of flavored lube that wrapped around the bottle. Theo smiled to himself as he checked off a successful experiment and planned what else he could test out with you.

[sunshinesfreckless]

hear me the fuckkkk out its like 4am as i write this ill check over it before i send (tf i cooked so hard at 4am)

so hyunjin oneshot with him spooning reader, lazily fingering her as shes doing like duolingo or wordle or sudoku or sum that requires brain power and clarity and then if she gets it wrong hes mumbling in her ear in like a deep silky voice like that one live where he was singing red lights ab how what hes gna do if she gets it wrong n shii. also him trailing kisses down her neck the whole time teasing her tryna see how much she can stand with still using her brain? pretty please 🐸🐸🙏🙏

p.s. ily ur writing is top tier i was looking thru my following tryna see who could write it well i saw ur blog i js knew

Academic Achievements

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Pairing: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hyunjin tries to motivate his hardworking girlfriend in his own… effective way.

Warnings: Fingering, vaginal sex, no condom (Wrap it before you tap it, guys—tsk!), praise kink, Hyunjin being irresistible, mentions of exams…

A/N: Sweetie, I hope you like it! I was so nervous—I went through so many drafts, but this is the final one!

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She hated exams. God, she hated them. But what she hated even more were these stupid mock tests — endless questions, pressure without the payoff, and the constant anxiety gnawing at her chest.

Hyunjin’s room was dim, the bedside lamp casting a soft amber glow that flickered against the walls. She sat in the middle of his bed, buried in a sea of pillows and his warm vanilla-scented sheets, wearing nothing but his oversized shirt that slipped too easily off one shoulder. The fabric brushed against her bare thighs, the hem riding up every time she shifted with a frustrated sigh.

Across the room, Hyunjin was quietly going through his night routine — shirtless, skin glowing from his skincare, the gentle tap of lotion bottles the only sound besides her annoyed mumbling. He watched her, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Baby,” he murmured, his voice low and lazy as he approached the bed, “are you gonna sleep tonight, or just keep arguing with your quiz app?”

She ignored him, chewing on her lip, eyes narrowed at the screen. “Almost done.”

Hyunjin chuckled and climbed into bed beside her, the mattress dipping under his weight. He slid an arm around her waist, pulling her snugly against him, his chest flush with her back. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the softness of his lips ghosting just behind her ear.

“Your elbow’s gonna hurt from all that head weight,” he whispered teasingly. “At least lie on your back for a bit.”

She shook her head. “I can go study in the kitchen if it bothers you… I know you have a performance tomorrow.”

He didn’t let go. Instead, he nuzzled into her hair, speaking against her neck. “It’s not even live. Just some award show. I’d rather stay here. With you.”

His fingers slipped under the hem of the shirt she wore — his shirt — fingertips just barely brushing the bare skin of her hip. She sucked in a quiet breath, the tension in her shoulders faltering for just a second.

“Stay here and keep studying,” he murmured, voice low and warm against her neck. His hand lazily traced slow, deliberate circles across her stomach, just beneath the hem of his shirt. “I won’t be a distraction.”

She gave a half-smile. “No sweetheart, don’t you get distracted,” she teased softly.

He hummed, lips brushing her shoulder, but didn’t answer. Her attention drifted back to the screen, mock exam blinking back at her. She exhaled, refocused, and tapped her answer.

But his fingers moved lower.

They barely ghosted over the waistband of her panties — soft, testing — then down further, tracing lightly over the thin fabric. She froze, breath catching.

“Jinnie…” she whispered, warning, pleading — not sure which.

“Keep going, baby,” he purred in her ear, his breath sending a shiver down her spine. “You can do your little test, can’t you?”

His fingers pressed more firmly now, rubbing slow, measured circles just over her clit. “Every wrong answer…” he paused, kissed the shell of her ear, “…and I’ll bury my fingers deeper.”

She whimpered.

“I wanna see how smart my baby really is,” he said. “See how long that pretty little brain can focus while I stretch you open.”

Her thumb trembled as she tapped the next question. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to get it right or wrong. Either way, she was already losing the battle.

“Next question. Don’t mess it up.”

Her thumb trembled as she tapped the screen. A math problem. Of course it had to be math. She squinted at the options, trying to remember the formula, trying not to react when his fingers gently parted her folds and brushed against her clit. Barely a touch, but enough to make her hips twitch.

“Mmh, what’s the answer, smart girl?” he asked, kissing her neck as his fingertip moved in slow, teasing circles over her slick skin. “C? Or D? Pick one before I do.”

She gasped and tapped an answer.

Silence.

“Wrong,” he whispered darkly, and before she could protest, one finger slipped inside her. Just the tip. Just enough to make her clench.

“Fuck…” she breathed, her body arching back into him involuntarily.

He held her tighter, his arm around her waist locking her in place. “Already this wet, and we’ve only just started?” he murmured, dragging his finger back out slowly, only to push it in again, deeper this time. “Let’s see how many more questions you can answer with my fingers fucking your brain.”

Her thumb hovered over the next question, pulse racing, breath shaky.

“Ten more to go,” Hyunjin said, tongue flicking over the shell of her ear. “And if you get even one more wrong, I’m going to make you come with my hand over your mouth so the neighbors don’t hear how dumb I’m making you.”

Her thumb trembled over the screen, the next question a blur through the heat building behind her eyes. She could barely remember what she was doing anymore — was it chemistry? Anatomy? Irony? Nothing mattered now except the steady, slow rhythm of Hyunjin’s finger sliding in and out of her, each movement dragging a gasp from her throat.

He buried his mouth in the curve of her neck, his breath hot against her skin. His voice, deep and low like silk over velvet, melted into her ear. “You’re not even trying anymore,” he whispered, kissing just below her jaw. “What happened to my little overachiever?”

She whimpered as he added another finger, the stretch just enough to make her thighs tighten. His pace didn’t change — slow, torturous — but his words made her feel dizzy.

“Focus,” he cooed, lips brushing her pulse. “Come on, baby. Get this one right and maybe I’ll fill you up later.”

A pause. Another kiss to her throat. “Get it wrong…” His fingers curled, just right. “And I’ll make you come again and again until you forget what exams even are.”

Her hips jerked, a soft moan caught in her throat. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. His hand kept her close, the other working her open so tenderly it felt cruel.

He tilted her chin slightly, voice lowering even more, like a secret. “You feel that, sweetheart? That’s how deep my fingers are inside you. Imagine what my cock would feel like.”

Her eyes fluttered closed.

“Nuh-uh,” Hyunjin whispered, dragging his thumb up to circle her clit. “Eyes on the screen. Be good. Show me how smart that pretty little brain.”

She clenched her jaw, refusing to let her hand shake as she tapped the next answer. It had to be right. She needed it to be right.

A second passed.

Hyunjin’s soft chuckle rumbled against her back. “Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of her neck. “That’s three in a row.”

Her breath caught, body tensing with need at the sound of those two words. Good girl. The way he said it — like it tasted sweet on his tongue — made her crave more. She needed more praise, more kisses, more of his slow, addictive voice wrapping around her.

“I knew you were smart,” he whispered, dragging his tongue along the shell of her ear. “Answer another one right and I might let you come with my fingers still inside you.”

His fingers pushed deeper, curling just right, making her hips roll back instinctively. And that’s when she felt it — the hard press of his cock through his boxers, grinding slow and steady against the curve of her ass. Her breath stuttered.

“Hyunjin—” she gasped.

“You feel that?” he murmured, rocking his hips into her again, achingly slow. “That’s what you do to me, sweetheart. Sitting here, all smart and needy in my shirt… trying so hard to stay focused while my fingers are deep inside your pretty little pussy…”

Her thighs trembled as she forced her eyes back to the screen. The next question blinked at her. She couldn’t even read it through the fog in her head — her whole body was vibrating with need, her clit throbbing against the soft brush of his thumb.

Still, she answered.

Right again.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice cracking with arousal now. “Look at you. You want my praise that bad, huh? Grinding that ass into me, all wet and eager, just to hear me say you’re doing good.”

He rolled his hips again, harder this time, dragging a moan from her lips.

“You’re killing me, baby,” he groaned, kissing down the line of her throat, his fingers moving faster now — deeper, hungrier. “But you’re being so good. So fucking good. Keep going for me, yeah? Let’s see how smart you can stay when I start fingering your brain out.”

Her fingers trembled as she tapped the next answer.

Another second passed. A soft ding.

“Right again,” Hyunjin murmured, voice thick with approval. “That’s four.”

His fingers stilled inside her. She whimpered, hips twitching to chase the rhythm, but he held her firmly in place.

“Don’t be greedy, baby,” he said, pulling his hand away completely. She gasped at the sudden emptiness.

“W-Why’d you stop?” she asked, voice shaking.

“Because good girls get rewarded, right?” He shifted behind her, the rustle of fabric loud in the quiet room. A moment later, she felt it — the heat of his bare skin against hers. He had pushed his boxers down, and now his cock was pressed along the curve of her ass, thick and hard and pulsing.

She shivered.

“That’s your reward,” he whispered, grinding against her slowly, deliberately. “Feel that? You’re making me this hard, baby. Just by getting your little quiz questions right.”

She whimpered, pressing her hips back into him. But his hand closed over her waist, halting her.

“Next question,” he said, breathless against her ear. “Let’s see if you can earn something more.”

She turned her attention back to the screen, barely able to read through the heat clouding her vision. Every nerve in her body was lit up, every breath shallow and desperate. She tapped another answer.

Wrong.

Hyunjin tsked. “Tsk tsk. You were doing so well.”

Before she could react, he gripped her hips and pulled her back against him harder. His cock slid between her thighs, not inside her yet — just teasing, the head brushing her soaked folds. She let out a strangled noise.

“Now,” he growled, voice lower than ever, “you don’t get to feel me anymore.”

He rolled her onto her back. Then he climbed over her, pinning her down with his body, his cock still teasing against her folds but not entering.

“You want it?” he asked, brushing his lips over hers.

She nodded frantically.

“Then earn it. Five more. Get three right, and I’ll fuck you the way you need me to. Get less…” His hand slid back between her legs, and he slapped her clit lightly. She gasped.

“I’ll make you come, sure,” he whispered, “but you won’t get me.”

Her body arched.

“But baby…” he added, kissing the corner of her mouth. “If you get all five right… I’ll let you come while I’m inside you. I’ll whisper how proud I am while you fall apart around my cock. Deal?”

She nodded again, dazed.

“Good girl,” he breathed.

And she started the next question — heart hammering, body trembling, more desperate for his praise than she was for the perfect score.

She sucked in a shaky breath and dragged the laptop back onto her lap, screen glowing bright against the dim room. Her legs fell open just slightly, the edge of the laptop nestled above her trembling thighs. Hyunjin hovered above her, one hand braced beside her head, the other lazily stroking his cock — slow and teasing — letting her see what she was working for.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “All flushed and smart… dripping for me while you study.”

She couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. Her fingers hovered over the trackpad, nerves shot, body taut.

“Five questions,” he said again, voice a promise. “Get them right, and I’ll fuck you full. Slow, deep, no teasing. Just you, me, and this perfect little pussy.”

Her thighs clenched.

She clicked the next answer.

Correct.

Hyunjin hummed, satisfied. “That’s one, baby. Four to go. Come on, show me.”

The second question loaded — something about physics. Her brain was barely functioning, but she closed her eyes for one second, visualized the formula, and clicked.

Correct.

He groaned softly above her. “Two. Fuck, you’re killing me.”

She glanced up and saw it — the way his hand gripped tighter at the base of his cock, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on her like she was divine. Like he was holding himself back for her.

Third question. Literature. She didn’t even have to think — muscle memory took over.

Correct.

Hyunjin let out a low, breathless moan. “Three. You’re so smart, sweetheart. So fucking smart.”

He kissed her then — slow, tongue sliding over hers, reverent. Like she was something sacred. She whimpered into his mouth, hips lifting, needing more.

Fourth question. History. She hesitated. Then tapped.

Correct.

He swore under his breath and grabbed the base of his cock tighter, precum smearing across his hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s four. One more, baby. Just one more and I’m yours.”

She could barely see. Her body was burning, brain half-melted. But she clicked.

Correct.

Silence.

She turned her Laptop.

Hyunjin stared at the screen, then back at her, and something in him broke.

“Perfect fucking score,” he breathed.

He grabbed the laptop, set it aside, and kissed her — hard. Desperate. Then he slid down her body, spreading her thighs wide with shaking hands.

“You’re gonna feel every inch,” he said, positioning himself at her entrance, voice hoarse. “And I’m not stopping until you come all over me.”

He pushed in slowly — so achingly slow she sobbed — stretching her open, filling her inch by inch. His hands were everywhere, caressing her face, her hips, her stomach like he couldn’t believe she was real.

“Look at you,” he whispered against her mouth. “Taking me so good… so fucking good…”

He bottomed out, groaning deep in his throat as she clenched around him.

“You did so well,” he panted, starting to move. “You worked so hard. You earned this, baby. This pussy was made to be fucked like this — slow, deep, and full of me.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, legs around his waist, holding him close as he fucked her — not hard, but deep. Intimate. Each thrust hit the spot perfectly, dragging cries from her lips.

“That’s it,” he whispered, kissing her jaw, her neck, her temple. “Take it, baby. Let me love you like this.”

Her walls fluttered around him, pleasure cresting high and hot in her belly.

“I want you to come just like this,” he said, burying himself deep. “With my cock inside you. Full of me. Proud of you.”

She shattered.

Her whole body arched, a cry ripped from her throat as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Hyunjin held her tight, fucked her through it, whispered how proud he was — over and over like a prayer.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed, kissing her temple. “So fucking perfect.”

Her body was still twitching when Hyunjin pulled out, cock glistening with slick and twitching with the effort it took not to just sink right back in.

But then she gave him that look — glassy-eyed, lips parted, still trembling and soft and ruined — and he snapped.

“Still wet for me?” he whispered, dragging two fingers down between her legs, spreading her folds. She whimpered, too sensitive, but didn’t stop him. Couldn’t.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned. “You liked that, huh? Liked me praising your smart little brain while I fucked you dumb?”

Her head lolled back on the pillow, a broken moan slipping from her mouth.

Hyunjin leaned down, licking into her like he was starving — slow, deliberate laps of his tongue over her overstimulated clit until she was squirming, gasping, legs shaking against his shoulders.

“I said you earned it,” he murmured, mouth still between her thighs. “I didn’t say we were done.”

He didn’t stop until she came again — messier, louder this time — and then, before she could recover, he was climbing over her, cock slick with both their arousal.

“Gonna give you more,” he panted, not even asking this time as he slid in again, balls-deep in one slow thrust that made her choke on a moan. “Gonna fuck you so full you won’t remember what an exam is.”

He set a brutal pace — not cruel, but hungry — dragging her down the bed with every thrust. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, arms limp above her head as he held her down, one hand gripping the headboard for leverage, the other caressing her thigh as if trying to soothe her through the overwhelming pace.

“Still doing so good for me,” he gasped, pressing his forehead against hers. “So fucking good. My good girl.”

She sobbed — overwhelmed, overstimulated, completely undone. Her body shook beneath him, slick and messy and so damn full.

“Wanna come inside you,” he moaned, losing rhythm as her walls clenched around him. “Fill you up ‘til it leaks out. You want that, baby?”

She nodded, frantic.

“Beg,” he whispered, eyes locked on hers. “Come on. You got a perfect score — show me how bad you want your prize.”

She could barely speak, but the words tumbled out anyway. “Want you to come inside me, please— please, Hyunjin— I need it— I need you.”

That was it.

He came with a sharp cry, hips slamming into hers one last time as he spilled inside, filling her so deep she could feel it, warmth flooding her core. He stayed like that for a moment — buried to the hilt, panting, arms trembling.

Then he collapsed onto her chest, kissing her collarbones, her jaw, her forehead like a man in love.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re everything.”

She stroked his hair with shaky fingers, still catching her breath.

“I should try to fail more often, so you can motivate me” she joked weakly.

He laughed — real and soft — and kissed her gently. “Don’t you dare. You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met.”

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum spill from her with a groan, and reached for the towel beside the bed.

But before he could clean her up, she grabbed his wrist.

“Wait,” she murmured, eyes wide and sleepy. “Just… stay here. Like this. For a second.”

He paused.

Then dropped the towel and curled up beside her, pulling the blanket over their bodies, wrapping her tight in his arms.

“Okay,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “Let’s stay forever.”

And she fell asleep like that — full of him, wrapped in him, her laptop still glowing softly at the foot of the bed, a perfect score blinking on the screen.

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@sapphirewaves @bemyaehiweloveskz @velvetmoonlght

[illbegottenfaith]

you must have just read it in my eyes (a Be More inspired fic)

Over the years, Theo realises just how much you mean to him, bit by bit (theo nott x reader)

a/n - my first Valentine's Day fic yay!!!! I have more planned (hopefullyy I'll get them all out? we'll see lol) hehe enjoy :))

tropes/warnings - literally no warnings lmao, one tiny suggestive line, fluff

word count - 1.9k

taglist - @hzdhrtss @justaproudperson @ebriton @thaliashifts

The first time Theo thinks you must be something more, it catches him completely off guard.

It’s on a cool September evening, just as dusk is settling on the horizon. He's at Hogsmeade, walking back to Hogwarts with his friends scattered along the path, laughing and tripping over themselves. A cold gust of wind runs through them while he adjusts his gloves (Merlin knows the cold is ruthless on his joints) when this girl, one he’s said perhaps a grand total of two words to, turns and tugs at the sleeve of his coat.

He’s too stunned to resist. For the first, but definitely not the last, time, he lets you drag him around as you wish.

You were always around—a presence that never demanded attention but was impossible to ignore. You had mutual friends, exchanged the occasional dry remark, but never anything beyond that.

But that changed on this brisk autumn evening. Without looking back, you reached behind and wordlessly pulled Theo along so he wouldn’t lag behind, all while your conversation with Ivy continued unbroken and unfettered.

It was such a small thing. Thoughtless, instinctive. You hadn’t even glanced at him.

But Theo had looked at you, and for some reason, he couldn’t look away.

After that, you became more than just a vaguely familiar face in Theo’s life. Bit by bit, you began to take shape in his mind as he learnt more about you. You had a younger sister. You didn’t care for wet weather. You twisted your ankles on an alarmingly regular basis. Like him, you took Arithmancy, but, unlike him, you actually enjoyed it. It was an ordinary evening in the common room when you set a cup of tea down in front of him, unannounced, unacknowledged. As aggressively nonchalant as he tried to appear, you couldn’t help but notice him pulling out his hair for the better part of the last hour over whatever assignment he was working on.

Theo looked up from his Arithmancy quiz, gaze flicking from the cup to your face. But you were too busy looking at his parchment, brow furrowed as you silently mouthed the words along while reading them.

After a few seconds of silence, you extended an arm, tapping on one of the questions.

“Not quite right.”

Theo reread the question and, sure enough, he was a little off. By the time he looked up again to thank you, you were already settling into the chair across from him, casually stirring your own drink. He watched you curiously.

“Like telling people they’re wrong, do you?”

“When it’s you? Sure.”

He didn’t react to it immediately. If anything, he was amazed at how your voice could soften the blow of the snidest of remarks. Instead, he studied you, cool and unreadable as ever.

You sighed, adjusting your position as you poured your attention back into your crossword. “You’re staring,” you noted, not looking up, when he showed no signs of looking away any time soon.

“Am I?” His voice was even, measured. He took a slow sip, testing the tea. The smirk slid right off of his face. Two sugars, no milk. It was perfect.

He could have asked how you knew. Could have pointed out that he’d never mentioned it, that you must have noticed all on your own. But he didn’t.

Because he had been watching you, too.

Theo had heard it all before. A name spoken in a certain tone. A pause just long enough to say what they wouldn’t dare to outright. A muttered, “once a Nott, always a Nott,” just loud enough to reach his ears.

There was nothing new in the way they spoke about him—nothing particularly creative, nothing worth the effort of a response. He had learned long ago that silence was the easiest way to make those kinf of people uncomfortable.

But before he could decide whether this was another moment best left ignored, your voice cut through the conversation.

“And yet,” you said, tone light, almost unnervingly idle, “you've spent the better part of the evening trying to impress him. Almost like you care what a Nott thinks of you.”

The silence that followed was immediate, the shift in the air unmistakable. The words were clean. Precise. Lethal in a way that left no room for retaliation.

Someone shuffled their feet. Another cleared their throat awkwardly. Theo didn’t turn, didn’t look at you, but he could feel the weight of the moment settle between them, thick and suffocating. He could see the scathing look of derision he knew he'd find in your eyes, the one you saved for people like them.

You didn’t linger - you never saw the need to stretch out a moment that had already served its purpose. You had already moved on, making some offhand remark to a friend as if the exchange hadn’t quieted the common room.

Theo exhaled through his nose, amusement curling at the edges of his otherwise impassive expression. Merlin knows he didn't know how to put it into words. But for some reason, he didn't have to. Not when it came to you.

Later, when you were walking back to the common room, he let his knuckles brush yours as you turned the corner.

You didn’t acknowledge it. You didn’t have to.

Theo was not a sentimental man. But when he looked at you, he found himself memorizing things he had no business noticing. The way you tilted your head when you were listening. The ink smudges beneath your fingernails. The way you had mastered the art of dozing at breakfast when you thought no one was paying attention to you.

He found himself slowing down just to see you huff and drag him along more often. Only now, he had figured out the next best thing to do was to then immediately pick up the pace and lengthen his stride, all while you hurled breathless obscenities at him as you struggled to keep up, still attached to his sleeve.

Little things, small enough to be forgettable. But never to him.

Perhaps that was why, on this particular evening, he found himself more attuned to the details than ever - the rustle of your coat as you walked beside him, the fleeting half-smile that played at your lips as you took in the sights around you.

The sky had deepened into a cool, wintery dusk, the last traces of daylight sinking beneath the horizon. The air smelt crisply of pine. Hogsmeade, bathed in the golden glow of streetlamps and shop windows, buzzed with its usual evening crowd. Students loitered outside Honeydukes and couples drifted toward Madam Puddifoot’s. There was a honeyed air of anticipation, something quiet yet tangible, threaded through the brisk February breeze.

You and Theo had spent the afternoon in their usual way—wandering from shop to shop, falling into conversation that meandered just as aimlessly. You had tugged on his sleeve, as always, urging him along when he lingered too long in the bookshop or took his time finishing his butterbeer. He had walked a little too fast, just to hear you sigh in amused exasperation before catching up.

As you made your way back to the castle, Theo lagging abysmally behind, you turned. But this time, something was different. Looking at Theo, hair mussed by the wind, eyes glittering as they caught the light of the dim, flickering street lamps, you were struck by the sudden realisation that not once had Theo tried to stop you. In between the teasing and heartrending cups of tea, something had shifted without either of you knowing.

It was a subtle change. Almost unnoticeable.

You hesitated before reaching for his sleeve.

Just for a moment. Just long enough for him to catch the flicker of uncertainty before you masked it.

Theo felt the difference immediately. You had always done this absentmindedly, effortlessly. But now - now there was a pause. A consideration.

The cobblestone streets stretched ahead, illuminated by warm pools of lantern light. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, at the soft wool of your scarf tucked high against your jaw, at the way your breath curled in the cold air. You weren't looking at him, but he could see the faintest crease in your brow, like you had noticed the change, too.

He didn’t say anything.

But for the first time, when you tugged on his sleeve, he resisted—just for a second. Just enough to let you notice.

You glanced up to meet his gaze and you looked like you wanted to berate him for making you feel things he had no right to make you feel.

You didn’t pull away.

The restaurant is warm, its golden light spilling onto the pavement through fogged-up windows. Inside, glasses clink softly, laughter hums beneath the gentle murmur of conversation, and candlelight flickers against polished wood. It’s a quiet sort of place, intimate without being stifling, refined yet comfortably worn.

Theo lingers outside.

His hands are tucked into the pockets of his coat, shoulders squared against the chilly evening air, but he doesn’t make a move to step inside. Not yet. Instead, he watches.

Through the window, he finds you easily. You’re seated by the far wall, absentmindedly running your finger along the rim of your glass. The candle at your table casts a soft glow across your features, and you look—content. Not impatient, not waiting. Just at ease in your own company.

It doesn’t surprise him. It never has. You were always like that, more than happy in your own company. It’s something he's admired from the start. It's something he loves now.

And still, even with that quiet self-assurance, as though you cannot help yourself, you glance toward the door, briefly. You look for him.

Theo exhales, a slow, measured thing, before finally pushing the door open.

The shift is immediate. The warmth of the restaurant wraps around him, the scent of spiced wine and something faintly floral hanging in the air. His footsteps are steady as he makes his way to you, and as though you've felt his presence, there’s already a knowing smile playing at your lips as he reaches the table.

“You’re late,” you murmur, smiling despite yourself.

Theo slides into his seat, his gaze never leaving yours. “I can't help it. It's cold out.”

You huff a small laugh, picking up your glass. He watches as you take a slow sip of your drink, utterly at ease beneath the weight of his attention.

“I can think of a few ways to keep you warm,” you remark idly as you set your glass down.

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Oh?”

There’s a glint in your eyes, but you don’t elaborate, only tilting your head in that absent way he’s long since memorised. It’s teasing, but it’s also something else - something unspoken, something that lingers between you, quiet and unassuming.

His fingers brush against the inside of his coat pocket. The small box is still there, tucked away safely. The weight of it is steady, familiar.

There it lingers at his lips, unbidden and unsaid.

Darling, please. Let it be more.

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reo brainrot is plaguing my mind so here's some short bf hcs !!!!!

note ; oh my god this was rotting in my drafts since NOVEMBER. finally got the energy to finish the last one my gosh..

bf reo mikage whose mood completely depends on yours !

his classmates find it silly how you could be sitting on your chair feeling down because of a low test score you got and reo would be there beside you, seemingly sad too, but because of what?? he got an A+ on the same test after all..? his family finds it relieving to see reo smiling beamingly whenever you're smiling, you wouldn't even be smiling directly at him yet he'd still look gleeful! his teammates find it weird how reo could be mad at them, yelling and yelling, shouting and shouting, reminding them to play properly and get their act together and then you come in unannounced with a box of cookies and that same smile reo adores, suddenly his eyes light up and he's squealing when you come closer to him as if he just didn't swear the living shit out of his teammates. if reo could do cartwheels and frontflips, he would've done those on the way to you because he is just so madly in love with youuuuu!!!!

bf reo mikage who absolutely loves hearing go on and on and on about your day !

he especially loves it more when you're spilling tea about people from your class. i mean yeah he knows it's bad but he can't help it? the way you're so focused on telling him an almost 3 minute gossip about this one girl in your history class is all he needs to just lay there on bed with you as he caresses your hair. those moments seldom happen, it usually has you having him lay on your chest while you talk about the funny incident at math class where your teacher forgot about the quiz that was supposed to be taken today and how you got 2 drinks from the vending machine instead of one because you had stumbled over air and hit the machine harshly which caused another drink to fall down. oh and he sees your eyes glimmer up and how you almost always run out of breath because you just have so much to tell him! even if he's always clinging to you either by interlocking arms or grabbing your waist, you'll always have some stories to ramble that even he doesn't know off!

bf reo mikage who impulsively buys anything he sees in stores that remind you of him !

it's a bad habit of his but is it really that bad when he gets to feel you embrace him when he shows you the new matching keychains he bought the two of you? though you tend to scold him for spoiling you rotten, nothing will ever stop him from buying you gifts and trinkets because that's his love language! passing by popmart and sees the mofusand hippers? automatically buys FIVE because he thought they looked like you whenever you were zoning out which is a telltale sign that you badly needed reo to give you a piggyback ride home, not that he minded it though. he's scrolling through facebook and an ad for a jacket pops up? he's already buying two versions, one for you and one for him so that you guys can match! reo def gets offended when you ask him how much they cost and that you'll pay him back because he is your BOYFRIENDDD, he will buy those gifts with NO intention of getting something back.

bf reo mikage who lets you do all sorts of hairstyles on him !

he will also proudly show it off when you guys are at school too, he could care less about what other people think because why would he? his s/o did that hairstyle for him so why should he be ashamed? you would see a cute hairstyle post whilst scrolling through Tiktok and wanted to try it out, but before doing it on you, what better way to see if it was cute by trying it out on your boyfriend? reo wouldn't even try to say no because he wouldn't mind it at all, plus it was a good way to spend time with you. you would let him hold your phone as you try to follow the steps in the video as quickly yet properly as you can. after a few mistakes and redos, you had finished the look and dare you say, it may fit him better than you.. reo looked really good even though the hairstyle was a bit on the feminine side. he'd keep it on for the entire day, not caring or doing anything when the teachers tell him to take it off (rich boy privileges LMAO) oh and later on, you'd also put pins and hairclips on him too! the ones that matched his hair and eyes! this would also be a frequent sleepover activity the two of you do, reo would set up a space in his room dedicated to THIS specific thing!!!

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heyy gurll it’s 🫶🏾🖤 and on 02/26 it was my birthdayyyy!! and i just wanted to give you a list of what i manifesteddd and l started deciding and persisting my ‘desires’ 2-3 days before my bday so i got all of it on the day of.

-a whole appearance change from head to toe

-my dream lifeee

-some qualities and talents i wanted to have

-the ppl who hurted nd wished bad upon me finally get their karma 

-my mom becoming very lenient, chill and fun

-having straight A’s in all of my classes even if i don’t turn in work.

-getting all A’s on every test and quiz i take even the ones i did in the past.

-hella desired clothes, shoes, jewelry and accessories 

-my ex from 2 years ago wanting me back and starting to text me again  (but come to find out this dude has a whole ass gf and i’m thinking about deciding me and him don’t talk cus it feels wrong 😭)

-knowing how to cook, bake, draw, crochet, and do hair really good.

-“illogical” things 

-high ass spice and pain tolerance

-my lipgloss and aquaphor lasting for 12 hours straight without me having to reapply lipgloss or put some aquaphor on my face every 5 minutes 😭

-always having my manifestations pop up in the 3d in the blink of an eye.

-skincare and makeup (lashes and highlighter) products 

-and many moreee

so what i did was just make a whole ass script about the things i wanted to manifest and just put them as like i actually have it instead of me wanting it, cus i already have it duh.

then i would affirm:

“i am so happy i have my dream lifee and all of my desires from my “season 1 list” (that’s what i titled the list)

“the 3d instantly conforms to all of my ‘desires’”

and every time i thought of something on the list i just say those and start persisting a lil so i can remind myself i got everything i ever wanted. but i would rarely think of the list so i barely said it and i would already act like i have my ‘dream’ life and all of my ‘desires’. so it would rarely cross my mind. and did i have some negative thoughts? yeah i did. did i just let them pass by and/ or tell them to stfu? yes tf i did cus who you think you is coming up in my head and talking bout sum “nah this shi fake, you wasting your time” like stfu with that shit, i said what i fucking said and i said “i have all of my ‘desires’ and i have my ‘dream life’” and that’s fucking final and just went on about my day!!

oh yeaaa i’m also manifesting that you’ll get a shit load of followers and likes on all your post and that your account becomes really huge!! cus your very very helpful and sweet!!!! i love youuu soooooo muchhhh!!!!! 💝💝💝💝🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

-🫶🏾🖤

omg hello 🫶🏾🖤 babe!!! happy belated birthday holy this was buried deep omg sorry. i love all these successes like we can really have what we want just by standing firm on it. that's it literally. don't accept anything other than what you want and boom you have it now. NO EXACTLY LIKE STFU I HAVE MY SHIII OMG not you manifesting success for my page babe that so sweet and it's been going up so you deffo manifested that. i love you so much and i'm so happy that you put your foot down bc this is your world for a reason!!!

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Dearest writer, if may full fill a wish.

Very tall S/O and their Twst ‘short’ kings, going daily things lovingly so publicly, taking role of the parents. Very normal.

Until either of who thought the idea placing a spell that heightened sensitivity and arousal (in different forms)— taking form a succubus tattoo right above the pelvis.

Teasing, Bicker, Challenge, Milk.

Hey, y’all! ColorMyTree is open, and if you’d like to leave a message on my tree, feel free to do that! You don’t need to log into anything, and it’s totally free! :)

Characters Include: Riddle, Ruggie, Azul, Kalim, Epel, Lilia 

Warnings: 18+, Succubus/Incubus!Tall!Reader, GN!Reader, handjobs (char receiving), overstimulation (Riddle, Ruggie), safeword usage (Riddle, Ruggie), oral (Lilia), praise and degradation (Lilia, reader receiving)

Riddle Rosehearts

We all know that Riddle is not the most experienced when it comes to sex. All that his mother told him about it was that it was used for procreation, and that’s partially because she lives within the constraints of an unfulfilled marriage.

When Riddle met you though, a literal sex demon… he found himself intrigued. You had to teach him a lot. Luckily, his medical knowledge meant he knew the science behind it, so he wasn’t completely in the dark.

Now, you needed help with studying for an upcoming test. He needed a bit more experience in sexual matters. You both worked out an agreement where you would be able to put your mark on him if you passed the practice quiz he gave you.

Fortunately for you, you passed, and you nearly tore off his pants to get to his member. Now, Riddle is not the largest person you’ve been with… but you were very satisfied with him. Part of the reason you got off was because he whimpered and moaned as you stroked your hand up and down, making sure to massage along the tip of his cock to make his entire body tremble.

“Sevens, please!” He cried, feeling tears of overstimulation well up in his eyes as he came yet again, his cum dripping down his member and all over your hand. However, you didn’t want to stop. Instead, you just used it as lube. “Crayon!”

When he said the safeword, you pulled your hand away and started to help him clean up, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You did amazing, baby… Let me take care of you, okay? I’ve got you…” You whispered with a soft smile, going to grab him a glass of water and a warm, damp towel.

The praise alone could have made him melt into a puddle right then and there. No one had ever really taken such precious care of him. To be fair, this was the first romantic relationship he had ever been in, but knowing that you were a sex demon who has had an indefinite amount of partners before him… and to know that you have remained loyal to him despite his inexperience… made him quite happy.

In the morning, he woke up and started to get dressed, albeit with shaky legs, and he noticed a new addition to his body. A tattoo, a mark, on his lower belly. It was a heart with wings, and that’s how he knew that it was permanent. The relationship was for-real, and he felt his heart go a bit fuzzy with happiness.

Ruggie Bucchi

Now, Ruggie has a lot more experience with sex compared to others on this list… and he very much is a pillow princess. With how hard he has to work for Leona, time spent with you is time he would prefer to spend relaxing… and since you were a literal sex demon, you had no issue with it.

Pretty much every night, he finds himself at the point where he’s shooting blanks, the tattoo you placed on his pelvis glowing each time he came. The amount of noise complaints you both have gotten was insane, but you were able to shut them up by using your power to manipulate them into leaving you two alone.

Anyway, tonight was no exception, and you two were at it again. You smiled as you pumped your hand up and down, whispering small praises into his ear while he moaned and arched his back.

“You are doing so well, baby…” You whisper, feeling his cock throb in your hand. Your free hand was scratching right behind his ear, hitting a spot that you knew would get to him. “Moanin’ so pretty for me…”

“Fuck!” He exclaimed as he held tightly onto your wrist to give him some sort of stability. “You’re gonna… be… the death of me… sweets!” His reaction made you giggle, and as he came once more, you brought your hand up to your lips and licked it clean. Save for the donuts he ate, he had a relatively healthy diet, so it was very neutral in taste. But… to you… it was better than heaven.

“Do you want another one?” You asked, giggling again at how hard he was panting. His face was flushed bright red as he shook his head. “No thanks, toots… I’m done… Crayon.” The use of his safeword made you nod and leave to go grab tools to pamper him with. A warm, damp cloth… and glass of water… a donut or three… He deserved it, to be honest.

Azul Ashengrotto

Being a student and being the manager/boss of an entire restaurant… then also being the one to use his magic to conduct deals and contracts can be exhausting for the cecaelia. Luckily for him, he has a partner who supports him in all that he does.

And by ‘support’, I really mean sitting under his desk in his office, jerking him off whenever he came in. You didn’t require anything in return. He was your boyfriend, and you wanted to help him relieve his stress in a healthy way. What healthier way is there than sex in his office in the Mostro Lounge?

Today was really no different. Before he came in, you placed a pillow under his desk and perched yourself there, waiting until he came in. When you heard the door open, you smiled happily. “Darling, are you in here?” He called out, sitting in his chair and looking under the desk. You only nodded, reaching to undo his belt and his pants and taking his cock out of his briefs. Carefully, you start pumping your hand up and down, pressing a kiss to his tip. Azul laid back in his chair, sighing softly and using his tie to muffle himself.

A few minutes later, he splurted all over your face, and you increased the speed of your hand so you could get it all, and you smiled happily as you licked up what you could.

“Thank you, honey…” You said, looking up at him as he started getting himself tidied up. You caught a peek at the tattoo you left on him, making you happy that he didn’t try to cover it with foundation or anything. He smiled at you, handing you his handkerchief before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “No… thank you, my pearl.” He responded as he helped you up off of the floor.

Kalim Al-Asim

He has 30+ younger siblings. He knows how sex works. He also loves to party, so I don’t think he’s a virgin at all. However, he hasn’t really experimented with anything or anyone until you came along with your kinks.

He had no idea that sex could be so… good. You make him feel seen and heard. He trusts you wholeheartedly and completely, and you are careful not to break that trust… especially after what happened with Jamil and the truth came out and whatever.

Now, every night, you both sleep in his dorm room since you basically moved in, and you end each day with a little something… And tonight, you were trying overstimulation with him.

Pretty tears escaped his eyes as you made him cum for the third time, but he couldn’t help it as he kept bucking into your hand while you stroked his cock up and down… up and down… in slow, pleasurable movements.

“Please…” He whimpered. His dick was in pain… but it just felt so good. He couldn’t quite shoot anything out anymore… he was running on empty… but your hand felt amazing against the sensitive skin. “More… m-more…”

You gently wiped his tears away, pressing a kiss to his temple as you ran your thumb over his tip with a smile.

“I’ve got you, baby… let go… you can do it… one more for me, please?”

He nodded and gripped onto the bedsheets below you both, crying out as he shot another blank… but you could feel him twitching in your hand. Getting up, you grabbed a warm towel to help him soothe the aching a bit.

“You did so good, love…” You whispered as you grabbed him a pair of pajama pants. He smiled as he laid back on his pillows, snuggling into your body when you returned.

Epel Felmier

How does one become manly? Lifting weights, exercising… all of this is in the WikiHow instructions (a real thing, btw). However, another step was becoming a ‘sexual dynamo’... luckily for him, his partner was a sex demon.

That led to him asking if you would do him the favor of taking his virginity, which made you a bit hesitant. You stated that you didn’t feel comfortable taking his V-card for a reason such as ‘becoming a man’. It felt a bit backwards. However, you did agree to giving him a handjob.

Now here you were, smiling as you had a whimpering Epel who was trying to hold his shit together, having already came twice before. But he didn’t want you to stop… for what reason? He didn’t quite know anymore. But it felt so good against his sensitive member.

His hand was clutching your wrist as he bucked up into your hand; the sounds coming from his lips are in his native Southern accent. In your eyes, he had never looked manlier… after all, not a lot of guys can go more than once in a round.

Soon, he feels another orgasm coming, and his hips start losing their rhythm as he chases the last high of the night. You sped up your hand, and soon, he was shooting his load all over, and you caught some in your mouth. You’d have to thank Vil later for the food he prepares for Pomefiore because Epel’s cum did not taste horrible. It was actually quite sweet.

You pulled your hand away, making sure to go clean it before coming back with a warm cloth for Epel, who was panting heavily with a cherry-tomato face. 

“Epel… I don’t know why you don’t view yourself the way that I do. You are the manliest person I know… considerate, caring, at least for me, and you managed to last three orgasms.” Your words really touched him, and he smiled as you helped him clean up, ready to finally be the little spoon.

Lilia Vanrouge

Now, Lilia is no spring chicken. He’s getting older. However, statistically speaking, older people tend to be the freakiest (statistically proven that elderly people have the highest rate of STD’s). Moving on, the bat fae is one of the freakiest people on this list, and he is quite proud of it.

The fact that you are a sex demon, literally, did not phase him. After all, you are more than just your species. And he was and is more than willing to satisfy any and all of your needs and wants. He is experiences, having participated in nearly every kink and fetish imaginable.

Honestly, everyone is glad that you have taken Lilia off their hands. With your constant need for sex, he is quite occupied so he can’t go around spooking people for shits and giggles. Instead, he is busy in the janitor’s closet with you as you stroke your hand along his member.

“Darling, really… this is the third time today,” He teased, knowing that he was easily seduced by those adorable puppy eyes and that adorable pout of yours.

“Can’t help it…” You respond as you press a kiss to the tip of his cock. “Wanna make you feel good…”

Well… how can Lilia say ‘no’ when all you want to do is take care of an old man? His hand reached to pat your head appreciatively while you finally took him into your mouth, and you hummed in satisfaction.

“You’re doing so good for me, my dear…” He uttered as he slowly thrusted into your mouth, making your eyes roll back and water at the same time. “Taking me like the little slut you are…”

Soon, he felt his cock throb, signalling that he was close. Gently, he sat still as he filled your mouth up, smiling as he was emptied once more.

“Thank you, darling…” He whispered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead while you swallowed his cum happily.

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Can you do smth w Quinn and like reader in Med school

I really hope I didn't butcher this! I spent some time pouring over some anatomy test keys and student fears, so I hope it tracks well! 🩷

"Baby, can you help me with something?"

You were laying on the floor of Quinn's living room when you yelled for him. You needed to study for an upcoming exam, but the lack of willpower was keeping you from doing anything. You weren't sure he had heard you, but eventually he appeared overhead, smiling at you being so over-dramatic.

"Have you fallen and you can't get up?" He teased, obviously proud of his stupid joke.

"That's not funny! And no, I'm perfectly content where I am, thank you!" You'd stick your tongue out at him before telling him why exactly you had hollered, "Can you quiz me? I've that big anatomy test Friday and I'm stressing about it."

Quinn quickly fell back into his professional way of being, "Oh, of course, sorry. Yeah, I'll help you."

Your arm shot upwards into the air, with a fistful of papers full of potential questions for him to throw at you. It wasn't that you weren't confident that you knew the information, but it never hurt to see just how much -or how little- you knew. For your sake, you hoped you knew as much as you thought you did or waiting till the last minute to crunch was going to be a problem.

"Alright, where do you want me to start?" He asked, shocked by the amount of pages he had to flip through. You had highlighted the correct answers already, so all he had to do was read.

"Doesn't matter, they're all out of order anyway."

Flopping down on the sofa, Quinn shuffled them a few more times for good measure, before getting started. "Am I going to be able to pronounce half of this stuff?"

His question made you laugh, "Hopefully, but I should be able to discern what you mean if I know the answer...that is -- if I know the answer."

"You'll be fine. Okay, what describes the role of a tendon?"

"They attach muscles to bones," you answered confidently. You were thankful he had started off easy enough, though it did little for your confidence, but it was a start nonetheless.

"Correct. Um, name the three subdivisions of human anatomy."

This one was easy, too, but you knew good as any, that the easy ones could still trip you up; over-confidence was a killer. "Gross, microscopic, and developmental."

"Good job, babe. Okay, let me see if I can find something harder."

You let your eyes fall closed as he rummaged through the two dozen or so pages until he found something he thought might give you some trouble.

"Red blood cell production is know as what?"

"Erythropoiesis?"

He chuckled, "I'm glad you had to say that instead of me! But yeah, good job. I'm guessing that wasn't hard, was it?"

"Not really, no, but it's okay. It just feels good to go over them."

For the next fifteen minutes, Quinn rambled off questions and you had been able to answer them all correctly. He hadn't understood why you seemed so unconfident in yourself, but when asked if you wanted him to read more off, you said yes, so as long as he had the time.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun," he joked. "Specific damage to the arcuate fas-cic-ulus would cause this kind of aphasia?"

"Hey, you got it just fine! I thought 'arcuate' would have tripped you up more than 'fasciculus', but um, I think it's conduction aphasia?"

Quinn giggled, "Ding, ding, ding! I think I've found the pages with the stuff I can't pronounce. Well, maybe not this one: this protein of the thin filament blocks myosin binding sites when the muscle is at rest?"

"Um...hm," you pondered. There were two options that came to mind, and you were leading slightly more to one than the other. "Is it tropomyosin?"

He smiled, "It is, good job! I thought I had you there for a second. Alright, name the disorder in which antibodies cause a decrease in the number of active --ah dammit-- ace-tyl-choline receptors at the neuromuscular junction?"

"I think it's myasthenia gravis," you laughed. He was trying his best, and you couldn't blame him for stumbling over those words. He read a lot, but it wasn't medical journals. "One more good one and you can quit."

"Hmmm, alright, what is 'humoral stimulus'?"

"Humoral stimulus is the secretion of hormones in response to changing blood levels of ions."

"That's wild, but yes, you're right. You did great, babe."

There was a sigh from your place on the floor. You back was starting to hurt, but you didn't have the strength to get up. "That wasn't even the tip of the iceberg of the stuff that's going to be on the test, though."

Quinn, sensing your disappointment, even though you didn't get a single question wrong, left his place on the sofa to lay beside you on the floor. "Is there something else that's bothering you? I've never seen you so worried about a test before."

His fingers danced through your hair slowly, propped up on his elbow beside you. Quinn was always so attentive and gentle, something you admired about him in this fast-paced and harsh world.

"I'm just...scared," you finally confessed.

He frowned, "About what?"

"About failing out, not being able to keep up. I don't know if I can keep up with all of the hours. My clinicals have been killing me. And above all else, I'm-- I'm scared of losing you." You'd turn to look at him, tears welling in your eyes having confessed a deep fear that had been gnawing at you since getting your acceptance letter.

"Aw, baby, don't worry about me. I'm not going anywhere."

"You say that, but it feels like I've seen you twice in a month. I lose a lot of time wondering if you're going to meet someone else; someone who's always around when you're free."

Quinn didn't reply immediately. He could tell what you had told him meant a great deal, and that it hadn't been easy to say. He wanted to make sure his reply didn't make light of a very real fear of yours. "You mean the absolute world to me, baby. What you're studying to do is incredible, and more than I could ever imagine of accomplishing. I just play hockey; you're studying to be a doctor! That means so much more! I know your schedule and mine haven't been linking up, but I look forward to the times that we get to spend together, even if that's me stumbling over some crazy medical terms to make sure you're ready for a test. I'll do everything I possibly can --make as much time available for you-- to see that you succeed. And I mean that: all of it, okay?"

"Yeah," you mumbled. "I'm sorry, Quinn. I'm just not-- feeling worth the time."

Quinn's lips found you temple. "I love you, so, so much, Y|N. Even if I can only talk to you for ten minutes, I promise it's the best ten minutes of my day."

"You're just being nice," you confessed.

"I'm telling the truth. I'm not going to let you go because you're working on your career. That would be like you leaving me because we missed the playoffs."

You managed a smile at his silly analogy. He did have a point and you were thankful he was so mature for his age. "Thank you, Quinn, really. And, I love you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Well, I know one thing: you wouldn't be laughing at my inability to pronounce 'fasciculus'!"

[sknyuz]

Can you please do the prompt "three words. just say the three words." With Na Baek-Jin but make it enemies to lovers and full of yearning😭😭💗

prompt — “three words. just say the three words.” pairing — academic rival!na baekjin x reader genre — academic rivals to lovers, highschool, mutual pining, soft angst cw — academic pressure, tension, one kiss, just that type of yearning where you almost hate both of them for it wc — ~700 notes: i wrote this on someone else's laptop so sorry if the layout or my writing is a lil wonky ToT this was pretty rushed/not proofread

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you and baekjin have been neck and neck for as long as you can remember. same grade, same extracurriculars, same perfectly neat handwriting across test papers the teachers always returned with that look, the one that silently said, again? you two?

he always rolled his eyes when they called your names together, like it was a curse, and you did the same.

still, somehow, every quiz bee, every debate tournament, every single research camp—you ended up beside him. not by choice. just... fate, or bad luck, or the fact that your scores matched to the decimal.

you told yourself you hated him. but sometimes, you caught him looking. there are stolen moments that you two share. like that one time, late night in the library, when you both reached for the same textbook and your hands brushed—and neither of you moved away.

or the time you caught him staring at you mid-question during the final round of an academic bee, and he looked so focused, like he was memorizing your face instead of the answer.

and then there was that out-of-province regional thing last fall—when they messed up the room assignments and you two were forced to share a bed in some tiny guesthouse. the silence was thick. your backs were to each other. but sometime in the middle of the night, you woke up and he was facing you, but neither of you moved.

and now, senior year. your last nationals together. you’ve both just won it all—a team victory, but the only hand you felt trembling slightly against yours was his. his knuckles brushed yours during the final round, and you should’ve pulled away. but you didn’t, your fingers intertwined as you bowed together, closing off your championship run.

later, when the noise dies and the cameras are gone, you find each other alone behind the auditorium. he’s still in his blazer, medal heavy around his neck. the low light hits his profile just right—jaw clenched, throat bobbing.

"you didn’t have to stay back," you say quietly, as you organized the notes in your bag. “everyone’s at that hot pot place by now.”

"i know," he replies, just as quiet. "but... i knew you would."

you scoff. “of course you do.”

he studies you in that quiet, calculating way he does before a competition—except now, there’s no scoreboard, just the way his eyes soften like he’s tired of pretending.

"you know, bakejin, i kinda hate this," you whisper. it slips out. too raw, too real.

"what?"

"this thing between us." your voice wavers. "i mean, do we really still see each other as rivals, or is this just an excuse to keep whatever this is going?" you say, motioning between you and him. “we’re seniors now, baekjin. not kids.” a few months from now you won’t be winning competitions with him, sneaking glances at him while you studied for the next—hell, you might never even see baekjin again.

but baekjin takes a step closer, and your heart starts counting every second like it’s timed.

"then say it," he murmurs.

you blink. "say what?"

"three words," he says. "just say the three words."

your heart stutters.

"i hate you?" you offer, shaky.

he exhales—sharp, almost annoyed. not at you, but at the space between what you’re saying and what you mean. “no.”

you pause.

you know what he means. you know exactly what he means.

but you’ve spent so long pretending you didn’t.

he speaks first, his voice is quieter now. more raw than you’ve ever heard it.

"i love you."

the words land heavy. like a confession and an accusation all at once. and god, the way he looks at you after—like he’s bracing for the moment you walk away. like he already expects you to run.

but you don’t.

you step in, closing the distance. you let your fingers graze his—not by accident like earlier onstage, but deliberately.

"then i love you too," you say, as your other hand reaches up to curl your fingers around his tie, pulling him into a chaste kiss. you were both winners, after all.

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𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉

Seungmin x reader / school AU / academic rivals to lovers / smut / one shot / student x student

**involves!!** dirty talk, public sex, bullying, teasing, public make-out, sex in school

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You’ve never hated anyone the way you hate Seungmin.

Which is to say, you’ve never felt anything this sharp. Not the thrill of winning a quiz with full marks. Not the sting of coming second by half a point. Not the ache in your hands after rewriting notes to perfection. Nothing compares to the way your pulse spikes every time Seungmin walks into a room like he owns it — tie loose, hair a mess, and eyes scanning the room like he’s already calculated your every move.

“Top of the class again,” he says, passing your desk with that irritating smirk. “By 0.3%. Should I slow down next time?”

You slam your pen down. “Try speeding up instead. It’s getting boring beating you.”

He laughs under his breath. “Keep dreaming.”

This is your routine. Mockery in the mornings, sarcasm after tests, glances that last too long when one of you thinks the other isn’t looking. Your friends call it friendly competition. The teachers call it mutual motivation. You call it war.

And then there’s today.

School’s ended, the halls are quiet, and you’re still in the library, packing up your books with the kind of care that screams stalling. You know he’s here. You’ve known since he walked in twenty minutes ago and started pretending not to watch you from the next row of shelves.

When you round the corner, he’s already there, hands in his pockets, looking at you like he’s been waiting for this moment longer than you have.

“You left your folder in the chem lab,” he says, holding it out lazily. “Not like you to be careless.”

You take it from his hand but don’t back away. “Not like you to care.”

He shrugs. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

But there’s a flicker in his eyes. Something that lingers too long.

You should leave. Say thanks, walk out, pretend this isn’t spiraling into something you’ve both been skating around for months. But your mouth moves faster than your brain.

“Why do you do it?” you ask. “Why compete with me like your life depends on it?”

His jaw clenches. “Maybe because you make it feel like it does.”

The silence that follows is louder than any shouting match you’ve ever had. You take a step forward, heart pounding. “You always have to win.”

He steps closer too. “And you always have to be right.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Maybe I’m tired of pretending.”

The words are so quiet, you almost miss them. Almost.

“What do you mean?”

And that’s when it happens.

His hand grabs your wrist — not hard, but firm, grounding — and before you can react, you’re backed into the bookshelf, books trembling in their place, his face inches from yours.

“Is that what you wanted?” he asks, voice low, raw.

You blink. “What?”

He leans in, closer still. “Me chasing you. Fighting you. Wanting you.”

Your breath catches. “I—”

“You act like this is a game, but you look at me like you want to burn.”

And the worst part is: he’s right.

Because every second you’ve spent arguing with him, every time your hands brushed passing papers, every time he narrowed his eyes at you across the classroom like you were the only one worth beating — it wasn’t about winning. Not really.

You don’t know who moves first.

Maybe it’s him. Maybe it’s you. But then his lips are on yours, fierce and desperate, all the tension that’s been curling between you unraveling in a single, heated crash. It’s not soft. It’s not careful. It’s a challenge and a confession all at once.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours. He’s breathing hard. So are you.

“I hated you,” you whisper, though it doesn’t sound convincing even to you.

His smile is crooked. “Yeah,” he says. “Me too.”

And somehow, that feels more honest than anything else.

You should stop. You really should. But the second Seungmin’s mouth crashes back onto yours, harder this time, all common sense is gone.

The way he presses you into the bookshelf — like he’s been dying to do this for months — has your knees weak, and his hands are suddenly everywhere: under your blazer, sliding up your shirt, tugging at the waistband of your uniform skirt like it personally offended him.

“Still think this is a game?” he growls against your neck, voice wrecked.

“Not when you’re losing control like that,” you shoot back, breathless — smug for half a second, until he slides a hand between your legs and you gasp, biting back a moan.

“Say that again,” he dares, fingers pressing just hard enough to make you squirm.

You cling to his shoulders, nails digging in. “Fuck— Seungmin…”

He looks at you like he’s trying to burn the image into memory. “God, you sound so much better when you’re not being a smartass.”

He sinks to his knees like it’s instinct, shoving your skirt up, dragging your underwear down with one smooth pull. There’s no teasing — just his mouth on you, hot and devastating, like he’s been thinking about this too long to take his time now.

You slap a hand over your mouth to keep from crying out. The library is silent except for the obscene sound of his tongue and your ragged breathing.

“Thought I hated you,” he murmurs against your skin. “Turns out I just wanted to ruin you like this.”

You come undone embarrassingly fast — stars bursting behind your eyes as your legs nearly give out. He stands, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and gives you that smug, absolutely infuriating smirk.

“I win.”

You barely have time to roll your eyes before he kisses you again, deep and hungry, grinding against you through his pants. You reach for his belt, and he stops you, just for a breath.

“You sure?” he asks, and even now, he’s giving you that out.

You nod. “Seungmin. Please.”

That’s all he needs.

He spins you around, bends you slightly over the shelf, and you hear his zipper, the crinkle of a condom — thank god, of course he has one — and then he’s pushing into you, slow, thick, stretching, and you bite your lip to stay quiet, because fuck, he feels too good.

He sets a brutal pace right from the start, one hand gripping your hip, the other sliding up to your mouth to muffle the broken moans he’s pulling out of you. Your back arches, hands clawing at the shelf, books thudding quietly to the floor.

“Thought you liked being in control,” he pants against your ear.

“Fuck you—”

He thrusts deeper, harder. “You are.”

You clench around him, and he groans, low and rough, lips brushing your neck.

“I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

You turn your head, eyes glassy. “Then don’t.”

He buries himself deep one last time, shuddering, coming with a soft curse that sounds like your name. You’re right there with him, muffled against his palm, shaking in his arms.

Silence settles, sticky and breathless.

After a minute, he pulls out carefully, disposes of the condom, and helps fix your skirt with the weirdest mix of smugness and tenderness. You both look wrecked — hair messed up, lips swollen, shirts untucked — and neither of you says anything for a long beat.

Then, finally—

“You still lost,” you whisper.

He scoffs, stepping close, brushing your hair from your face.

“Fine,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “You first.”

[deadbydad-writes]

Professor! Miguel O'Hara Smut Headcanons

Sorry I've been gone for so long, school and family stuff happened and yeah, but I'm back! And, I have a gift! There isn't enough of Professor Miguel O'Hara tbh

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who had went up to you after class, asking you why you were failing your Spanish tests and why you weren't doing well on your work.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who had offered to privately tutor you himself, offering to give you lessons after school and even on the weekends if possible

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who had invited you to study there on the weekends, saying that it was better for him to help you there instead of some old boring classroom

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who you started to have catch feelings for, noticing how bigger he was compared to you but he was always gentle with you

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who had eyed your body after sometime, admiring how you acted around him and how much you had improved with your Spanish.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who started to give you small kisses on your cheek, forehead, neck and shoulders whenever you passed a quiz or finished your work on time.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who had you laid out on his own bed, his lips pressed against yours and his fingers buried deep inside your dripping cunt after you went to his house to show him your grade in his class.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who had one hand gripping your waist, his palm warm against your skin as he had your legs around his own waist.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who whispered sweet praises and promises in your ear as he gripped the headboard of his bed as he fucked his large cock into your tight pussy, making you moan and squirm underneath him in pleasure.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who kissed and nibbled on your neck, saying that he would put his baby in you, mark you as his own, telling you how beautiful you would look with your belly all round and full and your tits swollen with milk.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who fucked you until you came on his cock, screaming his name as you arched your back off the bed and your nails digging into the skin of his back and shoulders.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who filled you up with his cum until you felt it drip out of you and down your thighs, whining in discomfort as he pulled out.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who cleaned the mess up with his tongue, coaxing you into another orgasm as he lapped at your soaked folds, a grin on his face as he pulled himself away from in-between your thighs.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who bathed and cleaned you, dressed you in a set of new clean panties and one of his shirts, admiring how big it was on you.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who wrapped his arms around you, spooning you from behind as he placed his hands on your stomach, whispering in your ear how good of a mommy you were gonna be and how well he would treat you.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who held you close and watched you fall asleep in his arms, kissing your forehead as he too drifted off to sleep.

How did I do on this? Please let me know in the comments, and hey should I do a part two of this?

If you have any suggestions, for if there is gonna be a next part to this, then please do tell me in my inbox! I would love to hear some ideas from you guys!

Anyway, I hope you guys liked this! I love you guys, and I'm so excited to be writing again!

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[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reassuring you after a disappointing test result

Request: can i request ot13 reassuring you after you got low grades on the test you gave? since you are the top student it is necessary for you to maintain your image, but how would ot13 reassures you after the image falters for a bit?

Seungcheol: He doesn’t care about grades—he cares about you. He'd sit beside you first, and hold your hand, and then reassure you that you don't have to prove your worth with numbers and that you’re already so impressive just by being you.

Jeonghan: Soft teasing at first: “Omo~ the genius has fallen?” But then gives you a backhug and says, “You’re still the top in my heart. One grade won’t erase everything you’ve achieved, so don’t let it eat you alive, okay?” 🥺

Joshua: He'll be calm and logically comfort you (?). “One test doesn’t define your entire academic journey. You’ve already proved how capable you are.” Then he nudges you toward self-kindness or serenade you with wise quote or sunday morning

Jun: Confused why you’re so upset—because to him, you’re brilliant in every way. “But you work so hard, baby. This doesn't make sense, the grade doesn’t match your effort.” He’ll insist on it and help you revise next time just so he can be there.

Hoshi: Panics a little because he sees you upset, and immediately offers everything he can: hugs, cuddles, kisses, jokes etc etc. He'll hype you up like he does all the other time.

Wonwoo: He's very ry grounded to reality. “You’re holding yourself to an impossible standard.” He might not say much at first, but he’ll sit with you, and encourage you, “Let’s learn from this instead of letting it define you.”

Woozi: He knows the pressure of perfection so much so that he relates. “You don’t need to live up to anyone’s image of you. You’ve done enough.” He’ll try his best to calm you down, and if you want help, he’ll review the material with you too.

Dokyeom: “WHAT? Who do I have to fight? The test? The teacher??” He goes full golden retriever-mode until he sees you smile again. He’ll remind you how proud he is of you just for trying and might even write a silly song to make you laugh [yes, he'll write a song].

Mingyu: “Oh no, my smart baby is sad…” He hugs you so so so tightly and tells you, “Your brain needs rest too. You work so hard all the time. You’re more than your grades, baby. Let me take care of you tonight.” [He’ll also offer to help quiz you next time, bc our man is smart af too.]

Minghao: Calm, soothing, and very direct in snapping you out of self-blame. I can hear him say this: “You are not a machine. Even the strongest minds have off days.” Might even guide you through meditation or a journal session to reset your mindset.

Seungkwan: He's superrrr emotionally intuitive. He picks up right away on your shame and deflates it almost immediately. “I know you feel like you disappointed people, but no one sees you like that. Especially not me. You’re still brilliant, and I’m so, so proud of you.”

Vernon: He might not react all over the top, but he’ll hit you with exactly what you need to hear. “A number doesn’t touch your value, Y/N. You're not a factory. You're a person. Don’t forget that.” Then he’d pull you into his hoodie and just hold you and maybe also leave pecks and kisses all over until you're giggling.

Dino: Honestly upset that you’re beating yourself up. You're amazing and hardworking in his eyes, and this test doesn’t take that away from him. Might take you in a romantic date to change the mood. “You're allowed to stumble—you’ll still stand tall.”

[vitaminseetarot]

Pick a Flower: What Your Future Partner Wants You To Love About Yourself 🌸💟

UPDATED: So so sorry for posting pile 3's picture with pile 4! If you picked pile 4 I have now uploaded the correct picture for your reading to review. I apologize for the error!

Hey y'all, welcome to my next pick a card reading. I wanted to use this vintage card deck I found featuring native flowers of North America. We're going to look at what qualities your future partner wants you to recognize in yourself. (I meant to post this yesterday but got caught in a surprise Valentine's date and it was lovely!)

Please pick any one of the four cards above:

Pile 1. 5♥ - Spreading Phlox (phlox diffusa) Pile 2. Q♣ - Red Lily (lilium philadelphicum) Pile 3. 6♠ - Wild Rose (rosa acicularis) Pile 4. J♦ - Large-Leaved Lupine (lupinus polyphyllus)

Pile 1 - Spreading Phlox 🌸

King of Talismans (Pentacles), X Fate (Wheel of Fortune), 0 Seeker (Fool); Lenten Rose - Protection, Blessed, Trust, Eyes On Your Own Paper

Pile 1, your future partner wants you to see the side of you that is practical and reliable. This lover wants you to understand that although it may seem like a humble trait, it's nevertheless something they feel they've been missing in their lives. You are conscientious of how you spend and save, you're able to create a budget and set boundaries for yourself, even ones as simple as going to bed at a certain time each night. Your future partner will love how you're able to balance healthy routines with thrill seeking and fun. It may seem at first like they're just looking for an exciting fling or two, but deep down they're thinking in much longer terms though it may be difficult to admit. At least until they meet you and see how you're able to both keep to your necessary tasks in life while still enjoying the occasional adventure. You're definitely going to change how they see themselves and other people as a result. Your open mindedness will expand their perception on everything. Things they didn't think could be possible may suddenly call their attention like a pop-quiz they never studied for. You might actually intimidate them a little, not because you're scary, but because their feelings for you will suddenly drop on them like a timer and put them to the test. What's important is that your future partner will embrace these tests because they trust that you're the one for them. You keep yourself protected and they're gonna learn how to knock nicely instead of barging into your energy.

Your future partner sees you as a trustworthy companion, they value your ability to stay committed for the long haul while still containing the passion and excitement as if it had only just begun. I don't think the "honeymooning" rule applies here. They say we only experience those zesty feelings for someone for a limited time, as it naturally evolves to a more mature and level headed phase. I see here that your partner loves your continuing romantic zeal. Despite seeming down to earth on the outside, you have a spring like energy inside with the spreading phlox, said to be a flower that heralds spring. The King of Talismans is one of the highest court cards for the Pentacles, which represent the spring season. So this is like an energy you carry with you regardless of what's going on. Because of your multifaceted ability to be grounded and focused while also keeping your boundless youthful enthusiasm, they can more easily picture staying with you and ditching flightiness. Your gentle warmth will bring them out of their shell and in touch with their feelings. Being with you will be like a whole new change of season for them. A winter of emotion becomes a spring of empathy for their heart and mind.

Pile 2 - Red Lily 💖

7 of Talismans (Pentacles), VIII Strength, XXIII Magnum Opus; Zinnia - Absence, Mending, Nurture, Celebrate Your Wins

Oh my, pile 2. I think you need to take into account just how attractive it is to have a personality built around the virtues of patience and discipline. When others would quickly throw in the towel, you pick it back up almost like it's a reflex at this point. You're willing to do the long haul and put up with spending extra time when it comes to what matters in your life most. Deferred gratification is not a trait to be taken for granted as it shows a great deal of maturity. Many of the best things in life come after willing to put in the time and effort for it (not to excuse pesky bootstrap economics by any means). When it comes to things like parenthood, being dedicating to writing a book, or simply overcoming challenges, you're still able to push through because temptations have no sway over the ultimate vision. The Zinnia shows that you are able to do without for a period of time when it's necessary to compromise for the sake of your deepest wishes finally coming to fruition. You may be wanting to wait for the perfect partner even if the wait isn't wonderful because you know the outcome will be everything you imagined it to be and then more. I get the sense that the wait will be more than worth it as it will attract the kind of partner who cherishes and respects your dedication and foresight. They appreciate your ability to push through even if certain wins have come in various cycles. They know true progress is mindfully cultivated and doesn't happen overnight.

I about gasped and felt relieved when I saw the Magnum Opus card come out because the reading all made sense after. This is an additional Major Arcana card in this huge tarot deck and it's like the elevated form of the Magician. It is the magic made manifest; it is the final result of blood, sweat, tears, and love. Your partner knows you believe in the beauty of a masterpiece not just in its technical genius, but in the subtext of devotion between the creator and the created. The care and love put into something is part of what makes it beautiful to them. I think your future partner will see you as a good parent, someone who knows that raising a child or tending to a sick tree doesn't happen overnight. You can rescue a skittish animal and nurse it back into health because you see that the importance isn't in the rush, but in the amount of thoughtful care that is given and felt sincerely. They're looking for someone they can lean on in hard times, someone who doesn't shy away from responsibility, maybe as they grew up surrounded by people who did. You're like a safe refuge to them in an unpredictable world.

Pile 3 - Wild Rose 🌹

2 of Candles (Wands), 8 of Talismans (Pentacles), 7 of Candles; White Carnation - Devotion, Peace, Change, 11:11

Ooh, pile 3, am I sensing a potential power couple here? I'm seeing a combination of lover with colleague. Maybe your future partner is also a coworker or someone who runs a business with you? Seeing all these books, this could be a student or someone who is very involved in studies. Your future partner may want to make a lot of travel plans with you because they see your spunk beneath any stoic façade. This person is a go-getter and also sees that in you. It's like you amplify that drive within them, and in turn they bring out that drive in you if you aren't yet aware of it. I'm seeing pairs in both the Rose card you selected, the 2 of Wands, the 11:11 card, and even the 8 of Talismans which appear to make an 11 sign. It may seem like at times you'll be joined at the hip with them, but not in a cloistering or suffocating kind of way. You may find out in time that it feels great to work alongside somebody, to have a partner to help out with life and pursue greater things. Your partner is like a mirror to what you desire, which makes your pairing a formidable couple in the face of regular challenges that come with setting big goals. But they also respect your independence and tenacity, and have no intention on undermining that. It will just feel natural to be next to them when it used to be normal sitting alone.

Your partner loves that you are able to live by your own rules and values and refuse to budge for anyone, with the Wild Rose and White Carnation here. Despite your solitary nature, you can also adapt to circumstances as they arrive with tranquility. You do this through standing your ground and fighting for what you believe in. You fight for not just your lover, but your friends and family. This is giving me, "I'll leave you be if you leave me be, but if you mess with my loved ones then watch out because you're messing with me." And your future partner adores that quality in you of typically being so relaxed and even tempered until push comes to shove. It's finding the balance between being amenable and being assertive. These are traits you will bring out in each other. Your partner wants to be the warrior standing next to you ready to tackle anything that opposes you, all the while admiring your strong will and bravery. and empowering you every step of the way. If you have struggled to accomplish tasks, they will push with you and cheer you on at the same time, as they can both be of help and encourage you to find your own inner power. This partner will be with you through thick and thin as they know that the calm always comes after (not just before) the storm.

Pile 4 - Large-Leaved Lupine 💜

Princess (Page) of Talismans (Pentacles), Queen of Talismans, III Sacred Space (Empress); Pitcher Plant - Insight, Clean It Up, Worth, Sound-Resonance-Frequency

Pile 4, your partner is in loooove with your feminine side. Even if you see yourself as the burliest of brutes, they want you to see how lovely your feminine side is. Everyone will have a different interpretation, but with the Princess, Queen, and Empress, it's like they see all the different facets of femininity in you, so it would be fruitless to only limit yourself to one song. This energy has a healing effect on them, like how nitrogen-extracting lupines have been planted across Iceland to encourage the growth of other plant species. With the Princess of Talismans, I see your partner loves your diva side and wants to spoil you something. If you've ever felt pangs of guilt for expressing the glamorous side of you, I see that your partner will cherish those traits enough to allow you to express it again. Maybe you're not the type to doll up very much, but it doesn't necessarily take a pound of jewelry to impress them. Just putting on your finest clothes will have them turning their head thinking, "wow, pile 4 is just… different somehow." They could go to work or school one day and just see you after dressing up for an event, excited to talk to you.

This isn't just a partner who loves only beauty, mind you. With Pitcher Plant, your partner adores your deeper, more introspective mind. They love the sensuality of seeing you sway to your favorite music and they wonder what kind of world you go to when you peer into a complex painting at the museum. Your partner loves that you take care of your surroundings. Not just in the domestic sphere, but in many areas of life. At work, you tend to the little details so everything runs smoothly. You may petition and protest for the sake of the environment or your local community. You have a deeply caring aspect to you that your partner wants you to notice. Your partner deeply wants you to recognize your inherent worth, and see your caring nature as a superpower and not a burden. Sometimes the Empress is like the mom that tells us to clean up our rooms despite our objections. She's not always sugar sweet. Your partner sees how you're able to create important boundaries with others while still being generous and conscientious with your time and love. They love that you care for yourself as much as you do with any other, and they want you to embrace more indulgence whenever they see you work hard. So very likely they will be the love to take you out to that favorite concert or set up a gorgeous breakfast and bubble bath. Not just to thank you for hard work, but to genuinely take pleasure in seeing you be loved and happy.

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