#but also they’re all literally almost done and i have plenty of time - I just have to Do It

[starbuck]

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[unheavenlyvision]

SLEEP OVER PT.1

pairing: fushiguro toji/reader

wc: 2.3k

summary: staying the night at your boyfriends place for the first time is nervewracking, especially when he seems to feel a certain way about you wearing his clothes

a/n; dilf dilf dilf dilf dilf dilf...uhm anyways...i lurv toji a lot and i needed to write something for him, i thought it would fix me but it may have made me worse :D also, i would like to write a part 2 for this maybe :3

warnings: 18+ only, smut, established relationship, tiny bit of possessiveness, (minor) size difference kink, heavy petting, dry humping, afab!reader, no use of pronouns or y/n, nicknames used; doll, ma'am (once in a joking way)

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Hovering in Toji’s kitchen, you try to make yourself seem more relaxed, you’ve been in his house plenty of times now but this time is different. This is the first time you’re staying the night, alone, in his house, with him.

Besides heavy petting, nothing more has ever happened between the two of you, to say you have expectations is an understatement. It doesn’t have to happen but you’ve been together for a little bit now and there’s only so long you can hold out, you mean, have you seen Toji?

He’s been patient, you were initially the one who said you didn’t want to rush things, you were scared of just being a lay and asked him to wait until you felt ready, which he has respected. He’s respected it…too well, barely making out before he’s parting from you. The sexual frustration you’ve been feeling has you wound so tight that you might literally implode as soon as he touches you.

From across the counter separating you, he teases, “You gonna help me over here? Or did you propose baking together just to watch me do it for you?”

“Well… I am enjoying the view,” you flirt back, playing off the stiffness in your joints.

He raises a brow at you, “How about you flirt with me while whisking that bowl right there,” he nods down to the bowl just off to his side.

“Yessir,” you stand at attention and throw a little salute his way.

When you round the bench to stand next to him, he bumps into your shoulder with his own, “You feeling okay, doll?”

You hum and look up at him, “Yeah, I’m good.”

It’s mostly quiet after that, aside from small talk and teasing remarks made while you finish prepping the ingredients. You told him that sleepovers needed brownies and he went out and bought stuff to make them, it was incredibly sweet and made you almost swoon on the spot when you showed up and he told you what he’d done.

Unluckily for you and your clumsy nature, his sink sprays a bunch of water down your front as you’re washing a dish. You let out an unceremonious squeaking sound at the sudden rush of cold running all the way down your pyjama shirt, to your pants.

The bowl Toji was holding clatters a bit as he drops it to be at your side, “What happened?” He asks before seeing your drenched clothes, an amused smile taking place where his concern was sitting, “You’re not much help in the kitchen, huh?”

“Hey!” you frown at him, “I am perfectly helpful, thank you very much. It’s not my fault your sink hates me.” You feel like a wet cat under his gaze, “What am I meant to do now? These are the only pyjamas I bought with me,” you pout slightly, looking down at your ruined clothes.

“Just wear something of mine,” he shrugs easily.

The idea of wearing his comfortable clothes makes your skin buzz, “Okay… thank you,” you mumble at him.

He scoffs at your sudden coyness, “You want me to pick something out for you or do you got it?”

“No, I got it,” you smile at him before turning to wander through the house to his room.

Shuffling through his drawers, you find a shirt and some sweatpants to wear. They’re large on you, the whole look incredibly baggy, having to pull the drawstrings on his sweats a bit tighter to make sure they stay up. You feel better though, warm, you hope he won’t mind but you had to borrow a pair of his boxers as well…

When you walk back into the kitchen, Toji does a double take on you, his eyes widening slightly, “You comfy?”

“Very,” you walk up to him, “You finish with the brownie mix?”

He stares at you for a moment before replying, “…Yeah, they’re in the oven.”

“Nice, putting the mix in the tray is my least favourite part, it’s always so sticky and messy and I end up getting frustrated because it won’t all go in and then I need another spoon to get the mix off the spatula and then I have to go back and forth…” You trail off, noticing he’s not really paying attention to what you’re saying, he is looking at you though, “Toji, Something wrong?”

He considers you for a moment, “You look cute,” is all he says.

You feel shy under his gaze now, not expecting him to compliment you so sincerely, “So do you?”

He barks a laugh at your clumsy compliment, “Alright, wanna watch something while we wait?” He changes the topic.

“Sure!”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is, his hand rests on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles but just because he’s not subtle doesn’t mean it’s not working. The tv plays some movie in front of the pair of you but you can’t pay attention, you’ve not retained a single plot point, his warm hand on your thigh is all you can feel, all you can register.

You have a feeling you’re going to have to be the one to break this, the weird limbo you’re both in. Turning your head to the side and looking up, you aren’t ready for how he’s already looking down at you, his hand on your thigh reaches for the side of your face, cradling you gently. He moves in slowly, giving you the chance to pull back in protest if you don’t want him to kiss you.

You want it though and lean up the rest of the way, kissing him deeply, wanting to put your lips on him for nearly the whole time you’ve been here. He meets your eagerness, his hand holding you more firmly, his tongue licking into your mouth, wanting to taste you. His body moves into yours more, his other hand grabbing at your hip.

His kisses grow rushed and he ends up trailing them to your neck, kissing and licking along the exposed skin there. The hand on your face angles you to his will, manoeuvring you every which way so he can get his lips on whatever part of you he desires.

Huffed out whine leave you at the way he nips at your skin, he has enough of the odd angle and pulls you onto his lap completely, sitting back as his hands roam your body over his clothes.

“Toji,” you whine out his name.

His eyes look into yours, “Do you need me to stop?”

Shaking your head at him, you say, “No, I need more…”

“You really do look cute in my clothes,” he murmurs, leaning in again and pressing a full kiss to your lips, “You look comfortable… all wrapped up in my clothes.” He reiterates that they are in fact his clothes you’re wearing.

His hands move under the large shirt, groping at your bare skin, delighting in the warmth and plushness of you. Your body breaks out in goose bumps as a noticeable shiver runs down your spine, his touch electrifying to you.

“My, how sensitive you are,” he teases you, a self-satisfied grin making its way onto his face.

“Shut up,” you snark back, “Just… kiss me again?”

His smile grows, “Yes ma’am,” he jokes before kissing you again.

You’re getting lost in it, in the feel of his lips on yours, it’s making you dizzy and needy. Your hips grind down into his on their own accord and Toji moans against you, surprised by the sudden friction. Recovering quickly, his hands grab your hips and encourage you to keep going, your clothed cunt dragging up and down his covered cock has spots in your vision.

Your hands grip the fabric of his shirt tight, your lips disconnecting from his every time you moan, only for him to press them back together. His dick twitches in his pants, painfully erect and sensitive, he has a feeling he could cum like this.

This is the furthest the two of you have gone so far and he’s not wasting this opportunity, he needs to see you cum, he needs to hear it. The grip he has on you is harsh, his hips rut up into yours which results in the most pathetic sound he’s ever heard coming from you… he needs more.  

Pulling back, you whinge, “Toji~ I wan– t more… I want more.”

“Well… I want you to cum while wearing my clothes,” he counters.

You gasp at his blunt words, “I–”

You don’t get the chance to finish your thought, his hips thrusting up, the shock delicious. His dick is leaking profusely in his pants, he’s way too sensitive right now, for his grown age. You’d asked to go slow and he complied but that didn’t mean he didn’t have to furiously jerk himself off after your visits.

Toji’s boxers are uncomfortably wet against your core, slick and stuck to your pussy with how worked up he’s gotten you. All the layers are upsetting you; you just want one less layer, his pants, your pants, you don’t care, you just need more.

“Toji, lemme take off the sweats, please, please, please,” you all but beg at him.

“No. Told you,” he scolds, “I want you cumming in my clothes.”

“Mmm but…” You hesitate.

You’ve caught his interest, quirking a brow at you, he asks, “But what?”

You decide to tell him even though you’re a little embarrassed, “I’m also wearing your boxers.”

He holds you still against him, a sound of objection coming from you at the lack of friction, “You’re wearing my boxers?”

You nod quickly, hoping for this line of questioning to be done soon, “I am.”

“Why?”

You look down, to where you’re sat on top of him, his large cock strained against his pants, you falter slightly in your answer, distracted. Toji’s hand tapping against your thigh brings you back, “Mine were wet from the sink…”

He tugs at the sweats, “Take these off, right now.”

Standing on wobbly legs, you undo the drawstring on his pants and slip them down.

Toji groans at the sight of your bare legs, “Lift up my shirt,” he directs.

Which you do, biting your lip, trying to fight off the urge to run away in embarrassment. Your hands hold his shirt up slightly, exposing to him how you’re wearing his boxers.

His eyes scan your lower half carefully, his heart stuttering in is chest. His light grey boxers dark where your arousal has pooled, “Fuck, come here,” he pats his lap, grabbing you when you’re close enough. “You’re so fucking wet, doll, shit.”

When you’re back on his lap, he wastes no time, his cock rubs between your folds, parting them from under his boxers, the friction different and consuming. This feels so much better than before, it feels almost intense after getting minimal sensation.

“Toji~ I don’t think I’ll last long like this,” you admit, feeling shame from how pathetic you must seem.

“Good,” he groans, his hips thrusting up into yours while his hands drag you back and forth on his cock, “I won’t either.”

To hear he’s just as effected by this as you are makes your cunt pulse around nothing, a whimper leaving you from how pathetically empty you feel, “I still want more,” you pout.

“Later,” he promises.

Your skin buzzes and your stomach clenches, your fingers dig into his shoulders, feeling impossibly close to finishing. Your eyes grow dazed, hot, huffed breaths leaving your parted lips. The sight has Toji’s cock twitching profusely, barely fighting off his orgasm, wanting to see you cum first.

“Come on, doll, I need to see it,” he tugs you quicker, your slick cunt sliding easily against his pants, the wetness seeping through the boxers onto them, “I need to see you cum for me.”

You shudder at his words, “I’m gonna–”

One of his hands leave your hip and slides to your face, his thumb pressing past your lips, you take it and suck on it, tongue licking the pad of it gently. A moan from deep in his chest rumbles under your hands, it’s all too much. Your cunt flutters against him and your eyes roll back, moans muffled around his thumb as your cum gushes from your pussy, coating his boxers even more.

Toji can’t help but watch, he’s watching you so closely, his cock cumming very suddenly. Your orgasm, the dumb look in your eyes, the flutter of your lashes, the shake in your body as you cum in his clothes undoes him. His own cum seeps into his pants, a large, wet stain growing on his sweats as his dick jerks with his orgasm.

He pulls his thumb from your mouth, dragging your lower lip down with it, “Fuck,” he bites out.

He rides out both your highs, lightly grinding his hips up into you as you both come down. Your form collapses into him, curling yourself around him. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as you jolt every now and again, it’s cute, he thinks.

You lay peacefully like this for a moment before you remember, “The brownies,” you try to pull yourself away from him.

“They’re fine, oven went off only a moment ago,” he hums.

“I’ll go grab them then,” you say.

“Alright, shaky, off you go,” he mocks you and your jelly legs.

Pulling back, you frown at him, “I will.”

He just smiles knowingly at you.

Crawling off him carefully, you stand on your shaky legs momentarily before sitting back down on the couch next to him, “Maybe you should go get them.”

“Mhm,” he answers, leaning over he presses a kiss to your cheek, “That’s what I thought.”

You cross your arms over your chest and scowl at him, pretending to be more upset than you actually are.

Toji goes into the kitchen and pulls the brownies out, he calls over to you, “So… I hope you like the corners of your brownies a little crispy.”

You can’t help but laugh at that.

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[dreamsontheirway]

Vanilla Chai | S.R.

Summary: in which reader has the flu and insists that they’re fine. spencer x reader. Warnings: sickness, vomiting, morgue/dead body on a case Word Count: 1.5k

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The sunrise of the early Friday morning shone through your blinds and cast its rays upon your face. You stirred, slowly opening your eyes, then closing them almost as quickly due to the pounding in your head. 

You groaned, squinting to check the time. Fuuuck, you thought. It was well past the time you needed to get up. You would have plenty of time to get ready, but the thought of having to leave your warm, cozy bed was pure torture. 

You reluctantly tore yourself from your bed, shivering when your skin hit the cool air that was once shielded by your tan colored comforter. You made your way to your closet and began the agonizing torture that was preparing for the day.

No matter what, though, you would be going to work. You weren't sick -- you didn't have time to be sick.

✿

You walked into the building with one hand securing your satchel and the other pressing against your temple lightly, attempting to ease the pain radiating through your skull. Tylenol had been fruitless in your attempt to ease the splitting headache plaguing you.

Upon entering the bullpen, you made your way over to your desk, squinting from the bright, harsh LED lights. You plopped down in your desk chair, draping your bag atop the back of it. Before you could even gather your surroundings, a cup from the local coffee shop was placed in front of you.

"Dirty chai," a voice spoke. "With two pumps of vanilla."

Spencer Reid, your boyfriend, your partner in crime - literally. A godsend. If anything could cure you, it was a chai latte.

You looked up at him through heavy eyelids. "You're truly amazing. Thank you."

"My pleasure," he cooed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear and kissing the top of your head as a greeting. Almost as quickly as he touched you, he pulled away.

"You're warm," He stated, matter-of-factly, before returning his hand to your forehead. His brows furrowed in a swirling concoction of confusion and worry.

You waved him off nonchalantly. "I'm fine, don't worry about me. Probably just dehydrated or something." You sipped at your latte, humming contentedly at the sweet, milky liquid.

The young genius was unconvinced and peered at you skeptically through black rimmed glasses. Your favorite. You recalled a moment before you started dating in which you sheepishly admitted how much you liked when he wore them. Spencer had blushed so deeply his face was the shade of a tomato. He had timidly thanked you for the compliment and you had noticed that he wore the glasses much more often after the exchange.

"Have you taken any fever reducer?" Spencer mused, and you hummed again in response, signaling you had, and took another sip of your tea. His brows furrowed again.

"I promise I'm fine, Spence. Now if you don't mind, I've got a lot of paperwork to complete." You smiled softly at the tall man beside you, and he seemed to relax slightly.

"Just," he started. "Just let me know if you need anything, okay? I could pick up some extra strength acetaminophen if you want me to."

"I will let you know. Promise," you smirked at your partner's concern. It was charming, really, but you were fine. Whenever you had been sick in the past, if anything it was merely a nuisance. All it had been was a hinderance preventing you from getting your work done.

Your thought was cut short by another voice speaking. "We've got a case. Conference room in 5." Hotch spoke, his voice embodying its usual firm timbre.

"Duty calls," you joked to Spencer, standing up to begin the trek to the conference room. As you stood, the hammering in your head began again, stronger this time. One hand flew to your temple, rubbing in hopes to soothe it, and the other gripped the edge of your desk.

"Whoa," Spencer reached for you, a hand resting on your waist, squeezing firmly yet also gently. “Do you need to sit?"

You waited a moment, allowing the black veil of dizziness to fade away. "No," you spoke softly. "No, I'm okay. Must've gotten up too fast." You gave him a smile.

Spencer was skeptical, you could read it across his features, of which were twisted up in apprehension. You knew he wasn’t going to let this go.

“C’mon, worry wart.” You both traveled up the stairs to the conference room. Spencer walked behind you, picking up on the fact that you were walking slower than usual. Your steps seemed calculated, ensuring that your feet would land firmly on each step.

You sat down at the round table, Spencer selecting the seat right next to yours. A sigh expelled from your mouth and your eyes closed, attempting to fend off the dizzying feeling that continued to consume you.

Spencer reached you under the table, rubbing his thumb against the lower part of your thigh. Oh how you wanted to curl up with him on the couch, his arms holding you tightly against him… No. You were fine! You needed to concentrate on work. You could rest with Spencer later.

Hotch and the rest of the team entered the room and took their seats. You listened to the case being explained, but your mind continued to drift towards nothingness. You just could not, for the life of you, get yourself to focus.

“Agent Y/L/N?” Hotchner’s voice seemed to be ten times as harsh as usual. God, did he have to talk so loud? Or was it purely the constant amplification of sound that swirled in your head?

“Yes, sorry?” You spoke, but your vision blurred and you started to see two of everything. You closed your eyes tightly, willing the double vision to dissipate. You could feel Spencer's gaze burn into you from your peripheral vision.

“You, Reid, and Prentiss will go to the medical examiner.”

“Yes, sir.”

You were thankful that no further questions were asked about your lack of active listening. You gathered your satchel and additional items in preparation to head out with the rest of the team. Before you could began your descent back down the stairs, a gentle touch laid on your arm.

"Are you sure you're alright? You can go home if you aren't feeling well. Hotch will understand," Spencer's voice soothed you, and pulled you in as if it were suctioning you to him. His fingers rubbed the back of your arm delicately.

Boy, did you want to just go home and cuddle under a blanket and watch your favorite show... No, you could do this. You wanted to be here for this case. Besides, it was Friday. You just needed to get through today and you could enjoy some much needed time off over the weekend.

"Yes, I'll be okay," you assured, leaning yourself into his side slightly. You could smell the scent of chai and cinnamon on him and it was the most comforting scent you could imagine in that moment. Spencer seemed to smell different each day, today it was chai and cinnamon, yesterday it was lavender and chamomile. You looked forward to what tomorrow's fragrance would be.

✿

The drive to the medical examiner's office was largely uneventful. Spencer drove, with you in the passenger's seat, and Emily in the back. The local radio station played softly through the speakers of the van, and Spencer snuck looks at you that you pretended not to notice.

You all made your way inside the building, its walls white and sterile like a hospital. The smell of bleach and cleaning chemicals wafted into your nostrils, and you found yourself craving the aroma of lavender and chamomile.

Prentiss suggested that the two of you go with the medical examiner to gather information about the body. That would leave Spencer to go through the files and reports related to the case. It made sense; Spencer could read through the handful of files in mere minutes. However, he was reluctant. His hazel eyes peered at you, questioning. You just smiled in response, communicating that you would be fine.

The morgue smelled even stronger of bleach and chemicals, and you felt your stomach do flips. The examiner displayed the body for you and Emily to look at. As always, it was a gruesome sight, but you were unfortunately used to it. But, why were you feeling entirely sick to your stomach all of a sudden?

You could feel something in your throat, and you knew you needed to get outside or to a trash can, whichever came first. You dashed towards the back exit so quickly, that you didn't even notice Spencer's worried stare.

Upon seeing your fleeing form, Spencer lightly tossed the files he was skimming onto the mahogany table and quickly bounded toward you. He arrived just in time to hold the heavy door with one hand and gather your hair on your neck with the other.

You heaved, tears burning your eyes. Spencer switched to use his hip to hold open the door and utilized his now free hand to rub circles on your back.

"Let it out," he cooed, continuing the soft, repetitive motion on your back.

"Spencer," you gasped.

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm sick."

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In my experience, Full Harvest Moon is always significant for those who are more spiritually attuned. This period allows—almost forces, actually—us to die to the previous cycle of our lives much like the trees shedding their leaves. This is a period of slowing down; of calm but maybe also a little bit of depression; of sweeping changes and moving places; of pausing and recalibration; which could cause a sickening sense of losing control of our lives, though in reality, we’re just being prepared for a massive transformation.

If anything, all these changes are the perfect answers to all you’ve prayed for! It’s harvest time for a lot of us! Some of us are having a mini harvest but those are results nevertheless. You’ve done marvellously well to be here right now. And haven’t you grown so much? I’m grateful you’ve made it this far.

Speak into existence your higher intent this Harvest Moon. Be at peace knowing that whatever transpires, everything works out in your favour. Your manifestations are protected, more than you may realise. Work on beautifying all elements of your Life, taking care of all aspects of your physical and spiritual health, and most of all, enjoy Life. All the changes you’ve managed to manifest thus far. There’s plenty more coming but you can’t compete with Destiny, yeah?

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Pile 1 – Returning to the Essentials

intent – Ace of Pentacles

You’ve made it exceedingly clear to the Universe that you want a higher sense of stability in your Life. You might’ve come from a background of poverty mindset or that your environment was brimming with individuals operating on lack mindset. A lot of the people you used to surround yourself with were literal peasants in that they’re always hungry for something more… but won’t work on themselves to become a vibrational match to those higher desires. So, essentially, beggars. Beggars for love, for money, attention, recognition, status, you name it.

There’s nothing wrong with wanting those seemingly unspiritual things, what is a problem is the sense of underserving of those things that people won’t even make the first step towards planting those seeds of manifestation for their own personal fulfilment. Such people only end up with rotten envy, jealousy, spite, bitterness, and even resentment. You saw all of that. Swam in an ocean of such mindsets and tendencies. You finally woke up and said, ‘I want none of that nonsense anymore. None of it is natural. I want out!’

sow – 4 of Cups

So, you ejected yourself from those situations and possibly burnt some bridges. It was better to be alone and work on the essentials. You get to know yourself better that way, all strengths and weaknesses, all opportunities and challenges. You’ve enjoyed learning and studying things that inspire you to continue to build a sparkly Life, right? You’ve worked plenty hard on your own fixing your internal compass, haven’t you? None of that will ever go to waste. You were creating vibrational pathways towards your Highest Possible Intended Destiny. It’s time to begin anew with your visions. Your plans are taking shape. You can see clearly where to step in your next chapter of hustle.

I guess, you’re still feeling like you’re not quite there yet. Or that it feels like your desired reality is taking its sweet time. I guess you could be struggling with dissatisfaction every now and then. Or that certain days you can’t believe the insane level of boredom that suddenly strikes. Sometimes you wonder if there’s any meaning to all this internal hustle you’ve been doing. But there totally is and the fact of the matter is that you’re building strength and momentum at the present moment. I suspect very strongly you’re going to be insanely busy in the next cycle of your Life. Cherish this period. It probably will never come again and soon enough this chapter is only gonna remain a memory you recount sometimes as part of your Life’s Story.

reap – 4 of Wands

And finally, I’m sure you’re already feeling this without anyone else telling you: you’re returning to the essentials. You’ve rediscovered the essence of your being. The styles that suit you. Pursuits that delight you genuinely. These are the few things that truly matter to you and that’s all you want to spend energy on. If in the past you were frantically chasing a few forms of aesthetics or had a number of dreams to pursue, you’ve narrowed everything down to only the essentials—the ones that truly make you feel excited, alive.

Although it feels like returning to your inner child essence, at the same time, you’re not the old you. You’re completely brand new. You’re like a transcendent version of your truer self in the past. It feels strangely nostalgic but also novel. Like you’re holding this inexplicable paradox inside of you. But the truth is, you’ve simply transcended above the duality of light and dark, good and bad. You’re now living in the non-dualistic 5D version of this Earth Matrix. Congrats! You’ve truly awakened! Welcome to 5D Earth, Master Manifestor~!

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Pile 2 – Your Heart Has the Best Compass

intent – VII The Chariot

First of all, you’re an incredibly intuitive person and to a large extent, I think you’re psychic. You could have one or two of the clairs. Clairvoyance, clairaudience, clairsentience, claircognisance. You are often guided by your intuition to make changes or attempts that may not always look sensible or responsible by other people. But you seem to have disregarded all of other’s expectations or advice. You believed in yourself and decided to pursue something dearly important to your heart. In a manner of speaking, you were following the path of your Destiny, so congrats! You made the right decision. From here on you can only get stronger.

In your physical Reality, I see you experiencing bounds and leaps of good fortune! You don’t need a shooting star to help make your dreams come true now, you are the Star itself. You make what you want come to Light. It’s possible you’re gonna see people in your Reality being more polite, helpful, cuter, kinder, and generally more pleasant. You’d be like, ‘Did I just jump timelines? Is this still the same Earth I’m used to?!’ Well, you quantum jumped into a higher dimension of Reality and you should be proud of all the inner work you’ve done to be in alignment with these higher frequencies!

sow – Knight of Cups

So, this is another water/emotion energy. The Knight here is simply saying you’re ready to take your Life to the next level of happiness—a spiritual variety of contentment whilst living on Earth. I think you want Love? XD You’re beginning to really want what people call ‘5D relationships’. You want to meet your Soul Mates, your Destined Person, your Soul Tribe. You want Love in a peaceful, exciting, creative world. And you’re going to ‘work’ on that. You’ve decided to never let anyone disrespect you for all the weirdness you have to show them. Unapologetic for days. You ain’t afraid to be seen as a bitch, or a weirdo, an alien, or even a villain.

Nevertheless, all that is just the outer package of your person, which is needed to navigate some hardships in Life when they arise. On the inside, you’ve truly become soft, peaceful, content, and I think you’re pretty much happy with where you are in Life now. Out of all the Piles, yours feels most like you’re truly starting something new that you’re passionate about. There’s something you’ve been meaning to do/create/launch which is only needing the right Divine Timing. Once you hit the bell, there’s no snooze button—you’re going on a ride! Life is gonna get super exciting, so stay on your lane because you’re totally on the right path towards changing your Life!

reap – 3 of Pentacles Rx

When your Life finally takes that amazing turn, you’re going to be spoiled by the Universe with a lot of happiness. I’m seeing SO much abundance beyond material means. You’re going to be SO beautiful. I’m seeing a crazy glow up one way or another. Perhaps because now you have access to those things that can support a glow up. New wardrobe. New teeth. New face for some… New country. New house. New everything and you look gorgeous! That said, there are family members or childhood friends who are totally NOT gonna understand your transformation. Yeah… let peasant be peasants if you ask me.

There are those of you who will want to provide for your family/friends with your newfound wealth and if they’re deserving of that, why not? Just please don’t do any of that with the desire to get their approval, and this is especially the case if your family/friends are incredibly toxic. Live for yourself, babe. Share only with those who are deserving. Only you can decide this but ultimately, respect yourself enough to never beg the acknowledgement of those who are already committed to seeing you in a negative light. Never let ANYBODY reduce your accomplishments, transformations, your Light. Never let anybody poop on your parade XD

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Pile 3 – Hand of Fucking Midas

intent – Page of Wands

Okay, in spite of the title, of all the Piles, your energy has a sage vibe to it. I feel like you’ve transformed into a spiritual master of sort. You got away from the Matrix’s rat race. All the riches you used to think you should have in order to feel like you belonged in society have gone out the window. There are so many material things you do not care about anymore. You’ve rediscovered your essence as a spiritual being having a Human experience. It’s all just a Game and you’re going to have the best-value experience whilst being here. You’ve cultivated a mindset of beauty. ‘Nothing is worthwhile if it’s not beautiful.’

You only want to float beautifully until the day you die. The paradox of your existence is that now that you don’t desire anything desperately anymore, everything comes to you ever so effortlessly. Perhaps it really is because you don’t care if it comes to you or not. It’s exactly because you’re free from worries and anxieties that your positive vibrations effortlessly call forth those positive expectations into your energetic field, and surely enough, they manifest in the physical whether or not you really want them. Paradox. Paradox.

sow – 5 of Pentacles

Reiterating the previous message, here is you sowing seeds of nothingness in this world. From nothingness comes everything. If you don’t limit yourself, anything, literally everything, is possible to create. You’ve tapped into the VOID and understood the secret of Co-Creation. Might it be that you’ve had a really strange, esoteric dream recently? I think you could’ve been activated in your sleep. I feel more strongly that this whole developing a Midas Touch was brought about after transmuting a fuckload of personal traumas you’ve accumulated in this incarnation.

You’ve been through all the sides of sorrow and happiness that now you’re clearer as to what kinds of things are truly meaningful for a Human existence. Now you only want the essentials, and those things you consider essentials are concepts still too difficult too grasp for most Humans. Though you do not carry the essence of being Human, you more than them understand what being Human should be all about. It’s insane. It’s all paradoxical. But you’re here on a mission to beautify this realm. To help Mankind elevate themselves above the status of being miserable slaves—slaves often to their own toxic desires. You’ve transcended all of that via your own suffering.

reap – 9 of Pentacles

From here on, there is no more lack. Because you don’t want much anymore. You’ve let go of all the tight grips on the illusions and temptations of the Matrix. Your wants are now purer, kinder, fairer. I feel you want everybody to have also the things that you take for granted. You want everybody to share in the bounty of the natural world easily. ‘There are things in this world that are NOT supposed to be expensive.’ You want everybody to have access to basic needs at a decent level/quality without having to pay for a premium.

All of that said, I think in the future you’re soon going to have your own business that helps improve the lives of your community instead of ruining the ecosystem and making it hard for everybody. If not a business, you could be involved in some sort of invention or revolution that could, well, revolutionise the way many people live, work or approach businesses on their own terms. I think this Pile has the potential to change the world for the better. You may not care that much about such wild dreams for now, for you are currently peacefully enjoying some fruits of your intense spiritual labour thus far.

But it’s coming, baby~ Your train to awesome is coming to pick you up. Just chill~ When Divine Timing strikes, your body is gonna move on its own😉

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Okay! So I literally haven’t done one of these in like almost a year but here’s a bookcomb of Katniss being on the receiving end of affection! I’m gonna have to do one for each book separately because, to my surprise, she was actually given love plenty of times. I also only included when she was on the receiving end, not the giving end, of affection. So not when she consoled Prim or tucked Peeta into the sleeping bag. Anyways, hope y’all enjoy.

-

My sister and my mother come first. I reach out to Prim and she climbs on my lap, her arms around my neck, head on my shoulder, just like she did when she was a toddler. My mother sits beside me and wraps her arms around us. For a few minutes, we say nothing.

-

And then the Peacekeeper is at the door, signaling our time is up, and we’re all hugging one another so hard it hurts and all I’m saying is “I love you. I love you both.”

-

“Promise you’ll wear it into the arena, Katniss?” she asks. “Promise?”

“Yes,” I say. Cookies. A pin. I’m getting all kinds of gifts today. Madge gives me one more. A kiss on the cheek. Then she’s gone and I’m left thinking that maybe Madge really has been my friend all along.

-

Finally, Gale is here and maybe there is nothing romantic between us, but when he opens his arms I don’t hesitate to go into them. His body is familiar to me — the way it moves, the smell of wood smoke, even the sound of his heart beating I know from quiet moments on a hunt — but this is the first time I really feel it, lean and hard-muscled against my own.

-

Cinna climbs up before us and ignites our headdresses. He lets out a sigh of relief. “It works.” Then he gently tucks a hand under my chin. “Remember, heads high. Smiles. They’re going to love you!”

-

It’s not until we enter the City Circle that I realize I must have completely stopped the circulation in Peeta’s hand. That’s how tightly I’ve been holding it. I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.

-

I dig my fingernails into my palms as my face comes up, expecting the worst. Then they’re flashing the number eleven on the screen.

Eleven!

Effie Trinket lets out a squeal, and everybody is slapping me on the back and cheering and congratulating me. But it doesn’t seem real.

-

“Katniss, the girl who was on fire,” says Cinna and gives me a hug. “Oh, wait until you see your interview dress.”

-

But instead of fleeing the room, the girl closes the door behind her and goes to the bathroom. She comes back with a damp cloth and wipes my face gently then cleans the blood from a broken plate off my hands. Why is she doing this? Why am I letting her?

“I should have tried to save you,” I whisper.

-

When all the garbage has been dropped down a disposal and the food cleaned away, she turns down my bed. I crawl in between the sheets like a five-year-old and let her tuck me in. Then she goes.

-

Effie takes both of us by the hand and, with actual tears in her eyes, wishes us well. Thanks us for being the best tributes it has ever been her privilege to sponsor. And then, because it’s Effie and she’s apparently required by law to say something awful, she adds “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I finally get promoted to a decent district next year!”

Then she kisses us each on the cheek and hurries out, overcome with either the emotional parting or the possible improvement of her fortunes.

-

“Do you want to talk, Katniss?” Cinna asks.

I shake my head but after a moment hold out my hand to him. Cinna encloses it in both of his. And this is how we sit until a pleasant female voice announces it’s time to prepare for launch.

Still clenching one of Cinna’s hands, I walk over and stand on the circular metal plate. “Remember what Haymitch said. Run, find water. The rest will follow,” he says. I nod. “And remember this. I’m not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.”

“Truly?” I whisper.

“Truly,” says Cinna. He leans down and kisses me on the forehead. “Good luck, girl on fire.”

-

Rue has decided to trust me wholeheartedly. I know this because as soon as the anthem finishes she snuggles up against me and falls asleep.

-

But I’m too exhausted to begin any detailed plan tonight. My wounds recovering, my mind still a bit foggy from the venom, and the warmth of Rue at my side, her head cradled on my shoulder, have given me a sense of security. I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I’ve been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.

-

“This is an enormous improvement over the mud,” he says. “Clean clothes and medicine and a sleeping bag . . . and you.”

Oh, right, the whole romance thing. I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.

-

Peeta sits beside me, leaning against the wall, his bad leg stretched out before him, his eyes trained on the world outside. “Go to sleep,” he says softly. His hand brushes the loose strands of my hair off my forehead. Unlike the staged kisses and caresses so far, this gesture seems natural and comforting. I don’t want him to stop and he doesn’t. He’s still stroking my hair when I fall asleep.

-

My mother’s hand strokes my cheek and I don’t push it away as I would in wakefulness, never wanting her to know how much I crave that gentle touch. How much I miss her even though I still don’t trust her.

-

“No, it’s good. You need to eat. I’ll go hunting soon,” I say.

“Not too soon, all right?” he says. “You just let me take care of you for a while.”

I don’t really seem to have much choice. Peeta feeds me bites of groosling and raisins and makes me drink plenty of water. He rubs some warmth back into my feet and wraps them in his jacket before tucking the sleeping bag back up around my chin.

-

“I want to go home, Peeta,” I say plaintively, like a small child.

“You will. I promise,” he says, and bends over to give me a kiss.

-

“Well, he probably used up a lot of resources helping me knock you out,” I say mischievously.

“Yeah, about that,” says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. “Don’t try something like that again.”

-

“That’s exactly the kind of topic Haymitch told me to steer clear of,” I say evasively, although Haymitch never said anything of the kind. In fact, he’s probably cursing me out right now for dropping the ball during such an emotionally charged moment. But Peeta somehow catches it.

“Then I’ll just have to fill in the blanks myself,” he says, and moves in to me.

This is the first kiss that we’re both fully aware of. Neither of us hobbled by sickness or pain or simply unconscious. Our lips neither burning with fever or icy cold. This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another.

But I don’t get it. Well, I do get a second kiss, but it’s just a light one on the tip of my nose because Peeta’s been distracted. “I think your wound is bleeding again. Come on, lie down, it’s bedtime anyway,” he says.

-

In stark contrast to two nights ago, when I felt Peeta was a million miles away, I’m struck by his immediacy now. As we settle in, he pulls my head down to use his arm as a pillow; the other rests protectively over me even when he goes to sleep. No one has held me like this in such a long time. Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else’s arms have made me feel this safe.

-

I’d be the first to admit we’re not exactly riveting today. Starving, weak from injuries, trying not to reopen wounds. We’re sitting huddled together wrapped in the sleeping bag, yes, but mostly to keep warm. The most exciting thing either of us does is nap.

-

“You have a . . . remarkable memory,” I say haltingly.

“I remember everything about you,” says Peeta, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention.”

“I am now.”

-

“Scoot over, I’m freezing.”

I make room for him in the sleeping bag. We lean back against the cave wall, my head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around me.

-

I scoot over and shake Peeta’s shoulder. His eyes open sleepily and when they focus on me, he pulls me down for a long kiss.

-

I cover his mouth with my hand, but I’m laughing. “Stop! Cato could be right outside our cave.”

He grabs my hand away. “What do I care? I’ve got you to protect me now,” says Peeta, pulling me to him.

“Come on,” I say in exasperation, extricating myself from his grasp but not before he gets in another kiss.

-

“I whistled. Why didn’t you whistle back?” I snap at him.

“I didn’t hear. The water’s too loud, I guess,” he says. He crosses and puts his hands on my shoulders. That’s when I feel that I’m trembling.

“I thought Cato killed you!” I almost shout.

“No, I’m fine.” Peeta wraps his arms around me, but I don’t respond. “Katniss?”

I push away, trying to sort out my feelings. “If two people agree on a signal, they stay in range. Because if one of them doesn’t answer, they’re in trouble, all right?”

-

Twenty-one tributes are dead, but I still have yet to kill Cato. And really, wasn’t he always the one to kill? Now it seems the other tributes were just minor obstacles, distractions, keeping us from the real battle of the Games. Cato and me.

But no, there’s the boy waiting beside me. I feel his arms wrap around me.

[…]

We stand there a while, locked in an embrace, feeling each other, the sunlight, the rustle of the leaves at our feet. Then without a word, we break apart and head for the lake.

-

We hear him hit, the air leaving his body on impact, and then the mutts attack him. Peeta and I hold on to each other, waiting for the cannon, waiting for the competition to finish, waiting to be released.

-

“Are you cold?” he asks. He unzips his jacket and I press against him as he fastens it around me. It’s a bit warmer, sharing our body heat inside my double layer of jackets, but the night is young. The temperature will continue to drop. Even now I can feel the Cornucopia, which burned so when I first climbed it, slowly turning to ice.

“Cato may win this thing yet,” I whisper to Peeta.

“Don’t you believe it,” he says, pulling up my hood, but he’s shaking harder than I am.

-

“Why don’t they just kill him?” I ask Peeta.

“You know why,” he says, and pulls me closer to him.

-

He holds my gaze for a long moment then lets me go. I loosen the top of the pouch and pour a few spoonfuls of berries into his palm. Then I fill my own. “On the count of three?”

Peeta leans down and kisses me once, very gently. “The count of three,” he says.

-

Peeta pulls me to the lake where we both flush our mouths with water and then collapse into each other’s arms.

-

I turn and see them all waiting in a big chamber at the end of the hall — Effie, Haymitch, and Cinna. My feet take off without hesitation. Maybe a victor should show more restraint, more superiority, especially when she knows this will be on tape, but I don’t care.

I run for them and surprise even myself when I launch into Haymitch’s arms first. When he whispers in my ear, “Nice job, sweetheart,” it doesn’t sound sarcastic. Effie’s somewhat teary and keeps patting my hair and talking about how she told everyone we were pearls. Cinna just hugs me tight and doesn’t say anything.

-

It’s a relief to be alone with Cinna, to feel his protective arm around my shoulders as he guides me away from the cameras, down a few passages and to an elevator that leads to the lobby of the Training Center.

-

When the elevator doors open, Venia, Flavius, and Octavia engulf me, talking so quickly and ecstatically I can’t make out their words. The sentiment is clear though. They are truly thrilled to see me and I’m happy to see them, too, although not like I was to see Cinna.

-

Haymitch’s eyes shift around my musty holding space, and he seems to make a decision. “But nothing. How about a hug for luck?”

Okay, that’s an odd request from Haymitch but, after all, we are victors. Maybe a hug for luck is in order. Only, when I put my arms around his neck, I find myself trapped in his embrace.

-

“Your only defense can be you were so madly in love you weren’t responsible for your actions.” Haymitch pulls back and adjusts my hairband. “Got it, sweetheart?” He could be talking about anything now.

-

“But you think I’m not?” I say, taking the opportunity to straighten a bright red bow tie Cinna must have wrestled him into.

“Since when does it matter what I think?” says Haymitch. “Better take our places.” He leads me to the metal circle. “This is your night, sweetheart. Enjoy it.” He kisses me on the forehead and disappears into the gloom.

-

Then there’s Peeta just a few yards away. He looks so clean and healthy and beautiful, I can hardly recognize him. But his smile is the same whether in mud or in the Capitol and when I see it, I take about three steps and fling myself into his arms. He staggers back, almost losing his balance, and that’s when I realize the slim, metal contraption in his hand is some kind of cane. He rights himself and we just cling to each other while the audience goes insane. He’s kissing me and all the time I’m thinking, Do you know? Do you know how much danger we’re in?

-

I sit so close to Peeta that I’m practically on his lap, but one look from Haymitch tells me it isn’t enough. Kicking off my sandals, I tuck my feet to the side and lean my head against Peeta’s shoulder. His arm goes around me automatically, and I feel like I’m back in the cave, curled up against him, trying to keep warm.

-

Caesar Flickerman gives me a warm hug when I come in. “Congratulations, Katniss. How are you faring?”

“Fine. Nervous about the interview,” I say.

“Don’t be. We’re going to have a fabulous time,” he says, giving my cheek a reassuring pat.

-

We sit somewhat formally on the love seat, but Caesar says, “Oh, go ahead and curl up next to him if you want. It looked very sweet.” So I tuck my feet up and Peeta pulls me in close to him.

-

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, “So now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”

I turn in to him. “Put you somewhere you can’t get hurt.” And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh.

-

“Yes, it’s your fault I’m alive,” says Peeta.

“He’s right,” says Caesar. “He’d have bled to death for sure without it.”

I guess this is true, but I can’t help feeling upset about it to the extent that I’m afraid I might cry and then I remember everyone in the country is watching me so I just bury my face in Peeta’s shirt. It takes them a couple of minutes to coax me back out because it’s better in the shirt, where no one can see me, and when I do come out, Caesar backs off questioning me so I can recover.

-

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Peeta extend his hand. I look at him, unsure. “One more time? For the audience?” he says. His voice isn’t angry. It’s hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

-

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

Lucio's NSFW alphbet!

Note-I had in mind a f!MC, but I realized it works with gn!MC for most entries as well

●Explicit●18+●I TW'd it letter by letter :)●

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Lucio doesn't really indulge in aftercare. He hates being soaking in sweat and god-knows-what-else after the deed is done, so he leaves the bed for a bath after barely kissing you (on a good day). You're VERY welcome to follow him, though. After he got in the steaming hot (or cool, depending on the season) water, he becomes way better, and is down to spoil you by ordering a snack and a bottle of wine for you to share. You can understand how good you've been from its quality. It's also his favorite occasion to give gifts to you, a gesture he always pairs with nonchalant glance - badly hiding how much he's eager to know if you like his gift or not.

There have been times where a joke, a back rub and a stolen cuddle brought the two of you back to bed... and then in the bath, and then in the bed, again and again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Lucio is Lucio, and he loves Lucio. All of it, expecially when he's gilded (or made of) gold. You can either join him in worshipping his body, or sleep in your quarters, tonight. In his eyes, you're (almost) as beautiful as he is, but he literally adores your neck and collarbones. He likes to pour wine in the shallow basins they form and drink from them. He has also sent for the fines goldsmiths of the continents, but judged none of their work worthy of laying at the centre of the masterpiece your collarbones are.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He wants you to beg for it. He won't finish until you will, and you've tried. He's spoiled and looks weakened by a life of luxury and care, but he can summon a massive willpower in a flinch. The first time you resisted the urge to beg for him to grant you his precious essence, he left the bed, outraged, and spent the next month making sure you were aching with desidre while he didn't deign to touch you once. The second time you tried, he made you come -again and again and again, until you couldn't do it anymore, yet he kept pounding, and rubbing and tormenting your steaming, tender spots until you cried for him to give his cum to you, filling you to the brim. This had you learn your lesson. Now, you make sure to beg it and treat it with the respect it deserves  - that is, never wasting a single drop of it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret) [TW: gauntlet]

What he did with demons and fiends isn't by far his deepest secret. You caught up only because once his golden arm accidentally unfastened from his shoulder. He put it right back on it, his face pale with horror, but he couldn't go on. Without a pinch of magic, you wouldn't have been able to convince him to let you comfort him. Now you know: he hates his stump. Hates the scar, hates the shape, hates the itching feel of having something so unperfect on his body. Maybe he'll never get over it, but anyway you now make sure his beloved golden arm comes never off his shoulder.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Boy, if he knows what he's doing. Clearly, the fact that he and Nadia never grew close didn't kept him from having plenty of fun with the many people he happened to lay his eyes on. After all, not many would deny the count their time, if not else, considering how overwhelming he can be with his courting. Many fell as you did, but you've been told from Portia that none of them - hookups, concubines, friends or whatever - sparked interest and desire in him for more than a couple of nights. He quickly got bored, or they couldn't keep up with his pace and disagreeable temper in the bedroom. He might pretend to be careless, but you're clearly a keeper in his eyes. And, given what he's able to do with just his body and words, you can't wrap your head around the fact that some people could NOT want him!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) [tw:chocking]

Lucio gets bored easily, so he doesn't really have one favorite position. In general, he likes anything that keeps your body well spread for his eyes and hands to devour shamelessly. The position he chooses to finish is often on top of you, with your legs tied on the headboard, your breasts squeezed between your knees and his shining golden hand around your throat. You can't help to love the feeling of him unloading into you as the sight of his grin fades because of the choking.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

A relaxed Lucio is actually a funnier person than you thought. He's really focused during sex, but afterwards he likes to joke about it light-heartedly in a manner that makes you surprisingly comfortable.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He likes it well-groomed. Himself, and you. If you're more on the wild side he may gets past it, but he wouldn't dare to go for it wen HE is not well-tamed. You do this kinda weird but funny thing where you get cared for together by his army of beauticians: the first time he scheduled the both of you was unexpected, but turned into a very wholesome bonding moment. Despite the obvious pain and the heat of the wax, you really like your regular appointment.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

At the beginning, you thought Lucio just wasn't romantic during the act. After some time though, you understood that the fact that it doesn't looks romantic or affectionate doesn't mean it's not. The way you melt into his hands and how you let him bend your will is everything to him, because you're the only one that doesn't subdue because of his titles, but because of who he IS. His intimacy is just different from how others experience it. Probably what he has experienced lead him to disconnect from his deeper feelings, but it's possible to spot them from time to time. He's getting better, though, and eventually he'll be able to make love softly and sweetly like a normal person, from time to time - not that the way he likes it right now upsets you in any way...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The count doesn't jack off. Why would he, when there's always a pair of sweet, warm lips ready to take care of it? When he wants it, he sends for you, and then a nod in the direction is enough for you to understand his needs. He doesn't even gets it out by himself: just crosses his arms behind his head, closes his eyes and enjoys your lovely care of him. And you'd better make sure to not let out a single drop on his pants.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) [tw:public exposure]

Lucio has an hard time to imagining himself not dominating. He doesn't need violence or threats: you will bend and bow before him just because he says so - and for everyone to see. He's a huge exhibitionist, and his favourite thing to exhibit is you. He had you dressed only with a golden mask on your face and a leash, sitting on his laps during political meetings, dinners and parties. Once he went to visit a nearby ruler, and got to the point to touch you beneath your legs as he was discussing serious matters at the table. When you came, clinging to his shoulders and hiding your face on his neck, he distractedly scolded you, your moans were interrupting the discussion. During the last Masquerade, he had you, dressed in gold chains and rubies, as a centerpiece of his main table. Because you see, dear, you're art, and you're power - and everyone must know I have them both.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He's up for doing it everywhere, given that you won't mess up the outfits. This means going for some more subtle play when you're around. Fireworks and shenanigans are a Palace thing, where he can always have a change of clothes, a bath and his personal hairdresser. One thing that can't miss, though, is a very large and well polished mirror.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

More than luxury, innuendos, winks and dancing hips, Lucio loves when you have his back in public situations. Then he feels genuinely secure and proud about himself, and there's no better aphrodisiac for him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) [tw: humiliation]

Lucio doesn't like being humiliated, and this extends to you. He never insults you, you're his precious thing and everything about you is worthy of him, aka perfect.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Given that he doesn't jack off, he recieves a lot, but he's not selfish about it: recently, you discovered a little handerchief he keeps in his pocket, that he ties once for every time he gets his needs cared by you. When you two are in you bedroom, he makes sure to give you an orgasm for each tie on his handerkief.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Lucio likes it fast and rough, not because of the roughness itself, he's more a hyperactive type, always looking for the next climax. He really likes when he shakes you so much that you have trouble breathing.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

In his words, "Quikies are for miserable people that doesn't have time for proper sex" -that his, servants and workers. He's above all that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If there's a way to win Lucio's loyalty is to provide him with something new each night. He loves creativity, and when he finds something new he really gets obsessed by it and wants to try again and again and again.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Since you started your affair with him, you went through countless lube bottles. He is insatiable, and likes to keep going for HOURS, until you're sore and steaming.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

More than actual toys, Lucio own a nuber of various body chains and jewels, lingerie and costumes, perfumes and magical jewels - all meant to enhance his experience. He actually designed some of them himself, and you must admit he really is a natural!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Lucio loves to tease, but he's more into teasing with you. There's this game he does where you pick together a victim and spend the whole meeting driving them mad with delicate innuendos - and then playing So Offended if they react to it in any way: How could they think that you would mean something SeXuAl?!? Once you got almost naked and performed a very intricate, twerking-on-their-face dance while Lucio went a long way explaining the guest that it was a dance from your Very Exotic Culture, meant to show great deference towards a powerful leader.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He won't stop talking unless phisically restrained. He loves making so much obvious noise that half the palace knows what he's doing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I so agree with THIS [tw: public]

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lucio is actually average, despite he wields it with the confidence of a man with much bigger dick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Lucio's sexy drive is wildly high. More than being actually horny, though, he really enjoys spending time in any sexual activity. Some days he spends the whole days talking with sexual innuendos only, or having you all naked and ready in his wing for hours, enjoying the sole idea that you're there waiting for him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) [tw: drug use]

Not many people know this, but Lucio has troubles sleeping. Eventually, the weight of his deeds fell upon him, robbing him of his sleep. At the beginning he started using narcotics to fall asleep, but Julian caught him immediately and made sure to put a hasty end on the dangerous habit.

Now Lucio slips into your bedroom with some dumb excuse ("thought you wanted some water" "hey, I had this WILD dream" "I'm horny") just to lay with you as you fall asleep. Watching your serene face as you sleep helps him to soothe his sleepless nights and find some kind of peace.

Disclaimer: please remember that this is a fictional and very exaggerated depiction of sex. Most of what's written here would be problematic at best irl, and way unnecessary. Pls love yourself and be safe no matter what ♡

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[autistichanseo]

This is a long one !! sorry!! here's some true brothers angst thinking (with comfort at the end) for you guys though <33 (also read the tags after reading this if you do read this maybe cos I go on another mini ramble lmao)

Thinking about maybe when Hanseo and Vincenzo live together in Malta, since all Hanseo’s ever known is getting abused (both physically and verbally) and hurt over any mistake he made no matter how small, he automatically assumes Vincenzo will do the same to him (of course he would, that's what he “deserves”, right?).

So he tests the water with Vincenzo a bit.

To see what Vincenzo’s limits were, what to avoid doing to not get hurt, what the unspoken rules were (after all Hanseok had plenty).

It starts with small things, not tidying up after himself, breaking a plate “accidentally”, leaving milk out to spoil (also “accidentally”).

But Vincenzo doesn’t hurt him.

He helps Hanseo clean up the plate he dropped, checking to see for any possible injuries. He casually tells him to remember to put his things away when they’re all over one of the rooms. He only ever lightly scolds him (it was more a reminder than anything) in a light tone to make sure to not leave out the milk out next time for too long because it’ll spoil, but it was fine, that they could just ask a maid to add milk onto the grocery list.

It both confuses and scares Hanseo.

It meant he didn’t know what would set off Vincenzo, and he couldn’t handle the anxiousness that clawed at him whenever he was around him because of it.

Plus he was apart of the literal mafia, who knew what he and his mafia family (that also lived on the island) would do to Hanseo when angered?? He had seen first hand all of the various ways he toyed with Hanseok, and couldn't forget what Vincenzo had done to him before he joined his side, so who knew what methods he'd use when angered?? He needed to find out what to avoid, and fast.

Vincenzo starts noticing and asks if somethings wrong and why he's been avoiding him, to which Hanseo was terrified (and slightly relieved) that this was when the other shoe would drop and Vincenzo would shout at him or hit him.

But that never happened.

When Hanseo told him nothing was up, that he was struggling to sleep a bit lately so because of that he's just been a quite tired recently and out of it, Vincenzo seems to buy it and offered to get him a therapist, as after all it makes sense he’d be restless after everything that happened not too long ago in Korea. He ruffles his hair and leaves and Hanseo is just left shocked.

Why was he being so patient with him?? Hanseok would’ve hurt him at so many points in this test, why didn’t Vincenzo? (“Any other person would’ve by now right?”)

Was he toying with him? Making Hanseo more and more relaxed around him so that a real punishment would sting more and Hanseo would blame himself for it?

No, he shakes off that thought immediately. His hyung wouldn’t do something like that. It had to be something else.

He needs to know when the other shoe will drop. So he escalates things. Better to know now than fuck up later and have his hopes ruined.

So he keeps “forgetting” to go to his therapy appointments. He “tripped” and broke one of Vincenzo’s prized art pieces, he refuses to move his things or clean up after himself. He goes out to drink almost every day and comes home at like 3am, sometimes blasting loud music when Vincenzo's sleeping.

Anything. Anything for the second shoe to drop.

And eventually, Vincenzo can’t take it anymore, but it didn’t go as Hanseo expected it.

Vincenzo and him get in a huge argument, Hanseo’s refusing to listen (the shoe has to drop now right?) and Vin just exasperatedly like “why are you doing this?” but he isn't shouting at him or upset, just… concerned?

What??

Why wasn’t he mad??

As Vincenzo is asking him to explain why he was being like this Hanseo can’t bottle it up anymore and just bursts out with “because you won’t hurt me!!! why wont you hurt me??? just get it over with and scream at me for screwing up or slap me or anything! just do something so I'm not always anxious around you and... scared everything’s going to- I don’t know, straight up collapse at any moment or something!! just tell me what your rules are!!”

And that's when Vincenzo realises.

Oh.

His heart sinks. Because he now knows exactly why Hanseo’s doing this.

He’s trying to figure out what Vincenzo would hurt him for.

He thinks Vincenzo is going to hurt him eventually like Hanseok did.

Oh.

It takes Vincenzo a moment to process this and it's suddenly silent and Hanseo thinks this is when the other shoe has dropped.

He’s filled with fear once again, but this time it spills over any sort of relief he could’ve gotten at finally “finding out what Vincenzo’s limits were” because Hanseo can’t read Vincenzo’s face right now. He associates that unreadability with the unreadable expression Hanseok would have on his face before hurting Hanseo.

He's bracing himself to get shouted at or hurt so he goes back into Hanseok-mode and takes a step back, starting to cave in on himself as he's about to try to apologise and take back what he just said.

Thankfully, Vincenzo realises this and immediately snaps out of his head to reassure Hanseo. "Hanseo... I'm not going to hurt you... I was never planning on ever laying a hand on you. Ever. Nor was I planning to ever shout at you."

And Hanseo is just.

Stunned.

He doesn't know what to say so he's only responds with a meek "Why?"

For Vincenzo to be like "what Hanseok did to you wasn't normal or even okay in the first place, and you'll never get any of that horrible treatment from anyone again." (Vincenzo will make sure of that).

And Hanseo's just. speechless.

He can't figure out what to say or do so he's just there, starting to tear up like "hyung..."

Because this is when Hanseo realises that for the first time in his life, he's truly, truly safe now.

Because now he has a home, and he didn't just mean the island they lived on, but Vincenzo himself. Vincenzo was home to him, and he was more of a home to him than any fancy villa Hanseo had had before could've ever been.

Yeah, he'll be okay now.

After all, no matter what happens, he has his home to go back to.

[shytastemakerthing]

Can I please request a romantic TWST and Ikemen Prince matchup! I am veryyy outgoing. I make friends really easy and overall I’m a people pleaser. I do get very anxious and overwhelmed easily, which can cause panic attacks. I dont like sports, but I do like studying and my grades are something I take pride in. I overwork myself a lot and I make myself crumble. I thrive in environments where I get to help people. I tend to fall for possessive people because it makes me feel like someone actually likes me, even though they’re toxic. I get a long with people pretty easily though a lot of people have taken advantage of me because I’m naive and overly kind and I do anything in my power to make sure that people like me. I crave validation so I love being praised and taken care of, it makes me feel like I’ve done something right. I really enjoy video games and puzzles cause they challenge my brain. Its very easy to get me to do anything- just tell me “if you do _____ then I’ll be so proud of you.” And I’ll do it-. I am a little chubby with stretch marks and surgical scars. I have some sensory issues that can cause panic attacks, like loud places/crowds. I also refuse to eat anything that has even the slightest abnormal texture, like green beans, asparagus, or Brussel sprouts. I love love love sweets, and I almost always have a sweet tooth. Thank you!!!

Hello and thank you so much for your request!! While I work on the remaining requests that I have in my inbox, I'll do the match-up for Twisted Wonderland in this post, and then do the Ikemen Prince match up as soon as I have the rest caught up.

I hope that you enjoy your match-up!

Tw: None

I match you with...........

Malleus Draconia

I may or may not have been listening to a Malleus Draconia playlist as I was writing this but it went so well and I loved it

By nature, Malleus is a rather possessive fae. I mean come on, the man is a literal dragon and it is well known just how possessive dragons are, especially of those they care a great deal about.

Now, he won't just go and lock you up in a tower to keep you all to himself, he was taught better than that no matter how much his draconic instincts scream at him

But he lets this side of him show in other ways

Holding you closer when anyone seems to get too close

Appearing by your side the literal second that someone seems to be bothering you

The subtle 'they're mine' that sounds more like a growl towards anyone who approaches you with more romantic intentions

When he loves, he loves with all that he is

Not to mention, with how lonely and isolated he grew up, he craves your presence and your touch. It does not take him long to be addicted to it

You have a sweet tooth?

Well, so does he, his favorite is ice cream

Meaning that there are plenty of ice cream dates

And lots of them

Malleus is one to surprise you at your front door, either to escort you to a nice ice cream parlor he heard about, or he already has said dessert and the two of you can go on a walk or just hang at yours or his dorm, he isn't picky

You always know when he is near, those green fireflies are always an indicator as to where he is. Sometimes he likes to lead you with them to wherever he is at.

The longer you are with him, the more he grows attached. Whether it be just be a simple study time at the library, hanging out at his club, or even just sitting on a bench and enjoying each others company, he loves it all, just so long as he gets to be with you.

Overall, Malleus is a protective lover, possessive as well (though he can't exactly help that side of him, but he is not one to cross the line. Sure, he may not always have the best solution to problems, sometimes being worse, but he really is trying to do his best. He loves you, and that is a fact that he will remind you of every single day.

Thank you so much for your request!!

[sunshowerwriting]

Bored

(Redacted Audio) David x TransMasc! Reader

0.8k Words

pregnancy

Being home alone all day with doctors order to rest was never fun, but David wasn’t giving you a chance to ignore the doctors orders.

the reader was written to be transmasc, however it is never explicitly stated that they’re trans so you can look at this as like magical mpreg if you’d like. also this is about a transmasc being pregnant so don’t read if that’ll give you dysphoria

female aligned dni!

Maternity leave was kicking your ass. Staying home, alone, with nothing to do but “rest” and “don’t be stressed” was torture. It was almost impossible to not be stressed when you could literally have a baby any day. So when you weren’t bored out of your mind you were doing the exact opposite of what everyone was telling you to do. 

On this particular afternoon you were doing the dishes. Something you didn’t enjoy doing on any normal occasions and in your current state it was even more difficult to do. But you were bored and they needed to be done, so here you stood doing the dishes.

The music you had playing drowned out your surroundings. Which would usually be a good thing, but today your loud music had turned against you and left you to be snuck up on by your husband.

“Angel.” 

His annoyed voice was much closer to you than you had expected, truthfully you hadn’t expected to hear his voice at all. It wasn't time for him to be home from work. However, after getting over your initial shock you decided to turn around and play it innocent.

“Davey,” You started, wiping your hands on a nearby towel before leaning in to wrap your arms around his neck. 

“You’re home early. How was your day?” 

You smiled as sweetly as you could but the look on David’s face said that he wasn't going to drop this that easily.

“What are you doing?”

Although his voice was as annoyed as it was when he first spoke, his hands found their way to your waist. This proved, at least in your mind, that he wasn’t actually as mad at you as he sounded. 

“Dishes!” You responded to his question cheerily. 

“Angel, you know you need to rest.” He said rubbing circles on your waist. 

“I know but-“ 

Your words caught in your throat at the look David gave you. It was stern and grumpy, and everything you’d expect from him in this situation. But at the look you had to admit your defeat.

You rolled your eyes and sighted in one last defiant gesture before speaking. “Okay, no more dishes. Just rest.”

At your words David took your hand and began leading you into the living room. Even if he was leading the way he made sure you were able to walk at your own pace. He never to exceeded the speed at which you could move at the moment. 

Guiding you to the couch, David took a seat and pulled you gently to sit down with him. You collapsed onto the sofa next to him, much less gently than David had sat down. Turning to face him you smiled innocently once again which only made him roll his eyes. 

“Come here you disaster.” David opened his arms and you gladly situated yourself so you could comfortably lean into him.

“You know you aren’t supposed to be doing stuff like that.” He grumbled. 

You laughed lightly before speaking. “Well they needed to be done, and it's not like I don’t have plenty of freetime.”

David sighed. His hands found their way to your stomach, resting there soothingly. Something he had started doing as soon as you both found out you were pregnant. It made him feel closer to you and your child. A fact you had learned after teasing him about it one evening early on in your pregnancy. 

“That's not the point.” 

His words made you laugh and you turned your head enough to get a glimpse of his face. He looked deep in thought, like there was something he wanted to say, and after a brief pause you finally got to hear what he was thinking. 

“You’re my mate. My husband. Let me take care of things. Especially right now.”

You laced your fingers with one of his hands that rested on your stomach. He held onto your hand tighter than you expected him to but the message he was trying to convey was loud and clear. You leaned more into him and sighed.

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop trying to do so much. But I can still do things you know. Just because the doctors said I need extra rest doesn’t mean I can't do anything.” You paused briefly, but spoke again before David could say anything. 

“But thank you. I appreciate you taking care of me and the baby. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

David shifted his head down and kissed the top of your head, a quick meaningful kiss that said all was forgiven. Probably not forgotten, but you’d take what you can get. You laughed again, a softer laugh than before. David was wonderful at putting up with you. And that only made your excitement to see him with your child grow more every day. He was going to be a good dad. You were both going to be good dads.

[lottiecrabie]

Talking about the crablurbs, which ones are your favorites would say?

Oh this is such a fun ask… you have made a grave mistake sending it to me cos now i get to Talk about my writing.

ok well as i’ve mentioned i do believe my angst ones are my best written and most poignant blurbs. i reread boyfriend quite frequently and it always gives me the same feeling of hurt and anger. reader pointing out that his ‘she likes when you bite, she loves to moan for me’ is the same thing he was defending her from, which is men sharing her intimacy, and her saying she did everything she did with him because she Trusted him, and now she doesn’t, is again just such perfect heartwrenching angst. i just believe it’s a great conflict and well-done dialogue.

i do also love girlfriend and its twin as more sweet angst. they care for each other and i think that’s a lot more comforting, but you still get plenty of sadness from them being apart and Suffering. i do love that even though he’s with someone new and they’re not together, when he sees it hurts her, he drops his hand away from delaney. like oh this is so meaningful…… Also sorry for making delaney canon and giving them a past lol this is even more angsty now

drunk and morning after are the only fluffy blurbs i’ve written, and one is half angsty too. although i don’t think fluff is my Greatest strength, i do enjoy the sweetness of the sequel. i love the bit about the end of times; it’s just a neat bit of writing. drunk is especially fun with all her drunk ramblings and him literally dropping everything to come pick her up.

other than the Angst Blurbs, i do enjoy the horny ones too.

tdab cockwarming is my favorite i believe. i think it’s an interesting switch-up in their dynamic and just plain Hot. i do think about it a lot I shall be honest…. at least when i was writing, i felt as if i had portrayed the Moment and emotions very well. like i was There.

linecook threesome is very famous, and for a reason! it’s not even particularly linecook coded but damn i love that bit where they shush her and say We’re not talking to you. i will not unpack that.

i like the bi threesome blurb too. matty healy and a pretty girl is a Dream, and i just thought it was almost sweet that she needs to physically touch him to appreciate the moment and beckons him over. them working together to get her off is <33

its been reclassified so play me a song is a great blurb. sorry ross for not writing as much for you, but damn you got a banger! i’ve always loved the idea of fingering someone while they play so finally writing it was…..

i’d say others i like but think about less are linecook cockwarming, professor cockwarming and cheating….

thank you for hearing me ramble but also sorry for doing all that lol. pls share your favorite crablurbs As Well always love to hear it<3

[luvlyhyunjin]

and y/n going through shit with her parents/ed/seungmin doesn’t excuse what she did. hyunjin isn’t just gonna immediately forgive and forget (or even hear her out tbh) just bc she’s had a rough life. plenty of people have a rough life and don’t usually think “hmm let’s hurt my ex and his best friend” and other people don’t usually think “hmm she hurt me and my best friend a lot but she said she loves me and she’s had a rough life so it’s fine”

ALSO bangchan fkn slayed for telling yeji tbh. why should he mind his business??? yeji is his friend and he heard people gossiping about her. and not just petty gossip, it was an actual big fkn deal. he’s a great friend for thinking right wtf is going on and dealing with it immediately.

this series literally says that y/n is a complex character with villainous traits, some of y’all are treating her character like she deserves immediate forgiveness for everything she does no matter how harmful and that other characters (who’ve literally done nothing wrong in comparison to her) are vile scum out to get y/n or some shit.

she hurt people and they’re reacting how hurt people react lmao. 🖤

i think its important to remember just how complicated every situation is and how complicated human emotions are and thats how life actually is its almost never 1+1=2

yn had a rough life it plays a huge part in a lot of her decisions and these decisions arent always right and they have conquences that cannot be avoided that does not mean shes awful and cannot change but all these things take time its gonna take time for hyunjin not to be overwhelmed by his pain enough to listen to her and for everyone else to give her a chance and see her true self/intentions

[finitefall]

Heya! I have a feeling we’ll get Winds of Winter either this year or next year. Probably next year. But… can I confess something? GRRM isn’t like D&D from everything I have seen. Unlike them he cares about his story and his characters very very much. And I know Dany is one of his favorites and he fully supports her ending slavery. With Fire and Blood if she must. Unlike the two hacks who think Dany is evil for killing slave masters (“good and innocent” slave masters they tried to portray). But… I never thought we would get that disgusting awful ending that we got in the shitty season. That’s why part of me is really really afraid that what if GRRM is gonna give Dany an awful ending? I suppose I could accept Dany dying if she dies as a hero and to protect her people and her loved ones. But I much rather she lived even if she doesn’t become Queen. But… I have seen a lot of comments on YouTube and social media and on Discord and they said that it’s obvious in the books Dany will go mad. I really just want our girl to get a good ending but it seems these idiots are determined to make people like me scared that she will end the same way in the books. And some of these guys even claim to like Dany but that it’s obvious she’ll go mad.

I feel you. While waiting for season 8, I still had hope, even though by then I knew D&D and it shouldn't have come as a surprise that they would give us this awful, out of character, misogynistic ending. And yet, it hit me hard. So I understand that when people say the books are different and she's obviously not gonna have this awful ending, we can think: "well, I didn't expect the show would do this either even after all the crap they had done in the previous seasons, so better be prepared this time". But as you say, GRRM isn't D&D. Their social and political opinions aren't the same at all. Martin isn't talking about "innocent slavers" and isn't against revolution.

There are already plenty of differences between her characterization in the books and in the show. It still didn't make sense in the show, but it would make even less sense in the books. Now, we can criticize GRRM for some things, but throwing away everything from the previous novels and doing fan service for those who loved season 8? I don't think so. We already know Tyrion isn't gonna be reading her the Geneva convention in the books (he was whitewashed to the point of being stupid when he joined Dany in the show), we know Varys isn't gonna join her, so we won't have those two telling the emotionally fragile woman to "fight her darkest impulses".

We know Martin wrote a heroine's arc for Dany, and that he likes to subvert tropes. Everyone looked for a boy, but it's Daenerys who's Azor Ahai returned/TPTWP. It's not a sword that's Lightbringer, it's the dragons. Now, there's a fear that she will die saving the world, which would be very disappointing (I agree with those posts here and here), although not as awful as the show's ending.

Those who claim to love Daenerys because she's "such an interesting villain" are just antis Dany. Their Dark!Dany foreshadowing doesn't make any sense. Those are the same people who claim they're not against her fighting slavery, but she should do it peacefully, meaning they don't want her to actually fight slavery at all and are totally on the same page as D&D, even though they won't admit it and tell us it's all right to like her as a villain. They’re going on and on about how it’s more interesting and more subversive if Dany doesn’t end being a hero, but there’s literally nothing interesting or subversive about Dark!Dany. Her ending in the show fell into the oldest sexist tropes.

Who are those people who claim to love Dark!Dany, anyway? Take a look around tumblr: almost all of them are Sansa stans who also loved their fave ending up QITN. Like that makes sense when you've read the books. Dany isn't gonna become mad or a tyrant, Arya isn't gonna leave to travel the world (nonsense ending for Arya too, it was really for every main female character besides Sansa to be gone) or become a psychopath, Sansa isn't gonna become QITN. We're delusional? No lovely, they are. If you want reassurance, just play along next time you see someone who claims to love Dany and says it’s obvious she’ll go mad. Tell them that you could see this happening, that she would indeed be a better and more interesting antagonist than the others, that the only thing you wouldn’t like if this happened is that no main female character would end up without power corrupting them which would be sexist, and wait for their answer. It’s not gonna be “there’s Arya, don’t worry!”, because Dany and Arya stans actually get along in the fandom and most of us love both of them (Dany stan first, but Arya is my second favorite). No, it’s gonna be "there’s Sansa”.

[thethistlegirlwrites]

We're seeing a bit more of Sierra's family in today's post...

Sierra pulls a water bottle from her backpack. The sun is still hours from going down, which means it’s still the humans’ responsibility to hold the line here. They’ll cede it to the vampires after sunset. 

She and Pete almost have enough proof to connect this research clinic’s owners to the financing of at least three vampire hate groups that have caused the deaths of over fifty LA vampires. But it’s their words everyone here is most concerned about. They’re pushing for across the board euthanasia (and subsequent staking) for infected patients who have what is considered a fatal diagnosis. They argue that it will prevent future vampires from dying on their own and being buried to turn. 

What it will really do is mean anyone with vampire venom in their veins is at risk of being killed as a potential future threat. 

A leaflet from the counter-protesters blows across the sidewalk, and Sierra glances down at it, then flinches. Bold type across the top reads THE ONLY 100 PERCENT EFFECTIVE CURE FOR VAMPIRISM: THE STAKE.

Up until a couple years ago, the clinic had hidden their real agenda under the guise of researching treatment options for bite victims. But they’ve found enough public sentiment in support of their scorched earth policies that the gloves are off and their true nature is out in the open. And unfortunately, there are plenty of bitter, angry, or just plain scared people who are willing to back it.

Sierra understands. She’s been there. She’s done worse than most of the people standing across from her now. But that doesn’t excuse her, or them. 

Her arm still aches from the fall she took last week, but she’s still waving her hand-painted sign along with the rest of them. 

Un-lives are not yours to take!

Someone steps out of the crowd of counter-protesters. She recognizes him. A hunter who didn’t make it through the same incoming training class she was part of. Ironically, he washed out for freezing up in training simulations. All talk, no action. You’re scared. And scared people are the most dangerous. “They’ll take ours. Why shouldn’t we defend ourselves?”

“Not all of them feed on humans. Even less of them kill their hosts.” Pete has statistics to back her up. He cited them to her to defend Shay when they were at each other’s throats. Almost literally. 

She steps out of line, across to meet the guy where he’s also moving forward, into the no-man’s-land of scattered leaflets and scraps of trash. She can’t help but remember the fae rights protests she’s seen, and how utterly nonsensical it seemed to her that half the people on the fae’s side were letting granola wrappers and empty plastic water bottles scatter around the protest sites. 

“Jason, you know all that. I was with you in the same classes. We heard the same things. You just chose not to listen.”

“I hear you’re shacking up with one of them bloodsuckers now.” It stings more than it should. She knew what she was getting into, agreeing to let Shane share her apartment. Even some of her ‘friends’ at the agency (not that she had a lot to begin with), think she’s making a huge mistake. And they’ve told her, to her face. Which is at least better than what she’s heard behind her back.

She doesn’t really care what her coworkers think. It’s her family’s concern that was harder to swallow. But even so, this guy’s opinion matters even less. 

“Thanks to people like you, he doesn’t have a lot of options.”

“Fine, you want to bleed, bleed.”

Sierra doesn’t have time to process what that means before Pete shouts.

“Watch out!”

She’s on her hands and knees on the gritty sidewalk before she knows what hit her. Pete hits the ground next to her, and the first thing she registers, like any field hunter, is the blood. 

“Pete?”

“I’m alright.” He holds up his hand, a deep gash across the palm. “His buddy had a broken bottle.”

Sierra curses herself for losing her sense of what’s happening around her. She’d gotten too focused on the argument happening in front of her and forgotten to check her peripheral. “Sorry.”

“For what? He was going to swing that at someone. You think that’s the first time someone’s tried that with me?” Sometimes Sierra forgets his grandparents owned a distillery and bar. “I can clock someone with a bottle like that before they even start a swing.”

“Thanks.” Sierra pulls her backpack off her shoulders, digging through it. “I’ve got a first aid kit. Let me see.”

“You came prepared,” Pete says as she pulls out the civilian equivalent of one of their trauma kits.

“My little sister Valeria went to every fae rights protest she could find when she was in high school.” Sierra shrugs. “After the second time she came home needing an ice pack, I went with her.”

“I didn’t know you had a sister.” 

Sierra shrugs. “She’s…we haven’t really seen each other in a long time. We’re step-siblings. Different dads.” She doesn’t mention that Val’s was the leader of a blood harvesting ring who split when the agency closed in. They’re still looking for him, although by this point, he’s probably become a victim of his own profession. 

"We were both the problem kids, she’s just the one who got caught the most. She got picked up for shoplifting on the same day as one of the protests got crazy, and they had her in a holding cell with a couple of the fae who weren’t registered. By the time Mom got there to bail her out, she had her cause. She was always looking for a fight, she just needed something to fight for."

It wasn’t that Sierra hadn't thought it was a fight worth having. She just didn’t see how shouting in the street got anything done. She’d always favored a little more hands-on approach to making change. But here she is, at a protest, with a sign and scraped knees and a backpack full of water and first aid supplies. Val would be proud.

"Where is she now?" Pete asks, wincing as Sierra dabs antiseptic onto the gash. 

"Living with a fae colony in north Texas."

“Wow.”

“Yeah. She made some powerful enemies. But she made some good friends too. When the heat started coming down, the fae took her in.” Sierra shrugs. “She cut ties then. For everyone’s safety. If we didn’t know where she was, we couldn’t be expected to tell anyone. And we couldn’t accidentally give away the colony’s location.”

“Do you miss her?”

Sierra looks down at the bandage as she tucks the end of it into place, securing it around Pete’s hand. “Every day.”

You can read this story and more from this 'verse on my WorldAnvil here!

@catwingsathena @nade2308 @whumptober

[purplegays]

Finally Ranking the Obey Me Dateables

Full disclosure: I’m only on Lesson 17, but I’ve been playing almost every event since I started over half a year ago.

1. Leviathan

I have adored Leviathan ever since I first laid eyes on him. The only wrong he has ever done is having the audacity to assume that MC isn’t every bit as otaku as he is. Cute, humble, protective. Just as touch-starved as MC, and they’re happy to provide the company for each other that they both need.

Playing video games together and staying up late ranting about anime to each other. MC joking that they’re jealous of Ruri-chan and Levi making up for it with kisses. Blushing when a MC calls him attractive.

His demon form is really cute, and his angel form (as well as the image above) is one of the few times he goes form adorable to HOT. While I don’t have it unlocked, I also really like the Yokai form!

Also, I think he’s the most gay-coded out of all the brothers, but that could just be because he’s my favorite lol. But come on, you can’t tell me he doesn’t have at least one BL he’s obsessing over. Not that reading BL makes you gay ofc. But gay people are definitely on his radar at the very least.

2. Solomon

Used to be lower because I didn’t really know him as well, but after his birthday event he skyrocketed up to #2! He’s so nerdy, and his magic is just objectively cool. He really cares about MC and is super romantic. His inability to cook is a cute quirk, and MC doesn’t mind doing the cooking. Not to mention he’s ALSO a TSL fan and has plenty of fandom nerd to match his science nerd. And he gets along with Levi, which is an automatic plus in my book. If I HAD to pick a ship that doesn’t involve MC, it would be Solomon and Levi. Like come on there’s NO way they haven’t smooched at least once during a TSL marathon. Levi probably falls asleep on top of Solomon all the time. A poly relationship with both of them and MC would be so chaotic and great. Even just Levi and Solomon being friends is so great. And if it was just MC and Levi together, I feel like Solomon would be a chill third wheel and wouldn’t mind too much.

Two humans leaning on each other as they try to navigate literal Hell, exploring their magic together and experimenting with potions. Conspiring to annoy the demons and representing humans as a force to be reckoned with. Sitting in the flowers and watching the aurora borealis for “research” and totally not as a date. Making fun of him for being old but secretly being impressed at how savvy and progressive he is.

And his everyday clothes look so fucking good on him.

3. Beelzebub

I don’t find him particularly attractive compared to the other brothers because I don’t really go for that muscular body type. But his exterior is deceiving because he is so adorable. He cares so much about his siblings and about MC. He doesn’t really get upset. (Unless he’s hungry, of course.) He’s surprisingly sensitive and has a such a kind heart.

Cooking for him and just watching the pure love in his eyes as he watches you. Big teddy-bear hugs when you’re sad. Trying new foods together.

I like the color palette of his everyday clothes!

4. Asmodeus

He used to be #2, but his vanity can be a bit annoying at times. The most physically attractive of the brothers, and his voice is really cute! His self-confidence and emphasis on his appearance can be kind of attractive, but it’s often overdone. Probably would make you do all the chores.

Aggressively flirting with each other to show your love. Painting each other’s nails and sharing gossip. Constantly complimenting each other’s beauty. Trying on cute matching skirts.

Asmo is ABSOLUTELY STUNNING in his angelic clothes and rocks those heels in the suit.

VERY MUCH bisexual-coded.

5. Simeon

He’s hot, that’s for sure, but he kind of has the personality of a wet towel. He’d probably interrupt a makeout session to ask who Google is. But he’s kind and pleasant to be around and would make a good boyfriend. He could probably also use MC’s help keeping track of Luke. I’d probably get bored of him after a few months.

I can’t even do the second paragraph because, like I said, he doesn’t have much of a personality to work with.

6. Satan

I love the catboy bookworm vibe, but he’s often too aggressive for me and too hard to please. His Surprise Guest always annoys me because he’s the only one you can’t get big hearts from, no matter what you do.

Having different interests in literature but finding those few special series that you can obsess over together. Owning one pair of cat ears between the two of you and constantly stealing them off each other’s head. He can’t write for shit but reads you his favorite poems.

7. Luke

Just… why? Why does he exist in this game? I really want to know which dev was like, “Yes, let’s put a minor-coded character into a dating sim and mechanically treat him the same as all the dateable characters.”

I’ll try not to fault Luke himself for the weird meta circumstances of his existence, though. Obviously I would not date him. He isn’t too insufferable to be around, though, and if I had to choose between being stuck in a room with Luke or one of the characters below, it would be Luke.

8. Barbatos

Barbatos is… fine… I guess. I think he’s supposed to fulfill the submissive househusband trope. As much as I love my subs, I’m also a sub myself so I need at least a little bit of vers in there somewhere. But it’s also weird because he’s submissive to Diavolo, but when talking to MC he carries Diavolo’s authority. I don’t really know what to make of Barbatos because it kind of seems like his whole personality is just being Diavolo’s messenger?

He’s also the most formal character, which is a bit of-putting for me. Excessive formality often comes off as cold and uninviting, and it makes it feel like the wrong context for romantic prospects. (This is kind of a theme as we continue further down the list.) It also makes it harder to get to know their personality, which adds to my indifference toward Barbatos. Still, I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt that he might be more interesting of a person behind closed doors. (He also may get more characterization in later chapters that I’m not aware of yet.)

9. Diavolo

I don’t really particularly like any of the Diavolo or Lucifer cards I have, so I’m going to skip them to save my 10-image limit for the last two

Diavolo is pretty great. But he gives uncle vibes, sometimes big brother vibes, depending on the situation. I can’t imagine dating him. His physical appearance is also a bit too masc for me. I feel like there could be potential there if he hasn’t been born a prince. It makes him seem more old and boring, and it sets up a really weird power dynamic that kind of puts me off.

10. Lucifer

Gives dad vibes, but not in a DILF way. Or maybe it’s just because I’m not really into DILFs. All the romantic developments between him and MC feel forced and choppy. He’s also kind of a tyrant. But he has his moments, I guess.

Also, this man SCREAMS straight. Just saying.

11. Belphegor

I thought he was cute before I met him but HOLY SHIT HE LITERALLY MURDERS MC! Sorry, no way I’m dating my murderer, alternate timeline or no.

And he just… I can’t even explain it. I thought he was going to be sleepy in a cutesy uwu way, but he comes off as more of an “I’m tired because I stay up until 3am plotting murder on 4chan.”

It’s cool that he cares about Lilith, I guess. He was in a really shitty situation, so I give him a bit of a pass. Still, we see Beel face the same situation, if not worse, and he handles it infinitely better.

I’m still convinced he’s secretly an alt-right conspiracy theorist. One of those Nazi femboys, maybe.

12. Mammon

This little shit. I know this is going to put me at odds with a lot of the fandom, but I totally respect everyone’s opinion about Mammon. He’s not an objectively bad person, and how you feel about him depends on your individual type.

But holy fuck. Mammon manages to cross almost every single one of my hard lines. He constantly objectifies MC, is flagrantly selfish, steals and manipulates without remorse, makes it abundantly clear that money matters more to him than people, and has an ego the size of Beel’s stomach. MC is just a shiny gold trophy he has to win and keep away from his brothers, no matter how uncomfortable he makes everyone in the room, including MC, feel.

He constantly refers to himself as マモン様 (Mamon-sama), appropriating the highest term of respect reserved for deities and extremely polite situations for himself, without even a trace of irony. So constantly, in fact, that I still picked up on this even though I play the English version of the game. The audio clips are enough. I’m not a native Japanese person, and I’ve only been studying Japanese language and culture informally for about two years, but I’m pretty sure someone talking like this in real life would be almost laughably offensive. Which is probably the appeal for some players, but I just don’t understand it.

To be clear, I’m not shitting on the devs or insinuating that Mammon is a poorly written character. He’s one of the best written characters in the game, actually. I think he was written exactly as intended, and what was intended happens to be the exactly kind of person I can’t stand. Sometimes when I get him for Surprise Guest I’ll literally just 3X Ignore him. It feels wrong to raise my intimacy level with him any more than the minimum needed for some of the Devilgram stories.

God I hate that guy. I don’t think I’ve ever truly hated a character more than Mammon. But I’m glad he has his fans out there to support him in my place. And to all the Mammon-supporters out there, I’d love to hear your reasoning. I really do want to like him, I just… ugh. Everything he does gets on my nerves.

(I’m at least willing to admit that he looks super adorable in this one specific card, though.) (The left one.)

[hag-lad]

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were you named after anybody?

First name no, middle name is after my grandmother, Ethel. Lowkey wish that was my first name, lmao

when was the last time you cried?

At work last week, because I was listening to Celestial Elixir by Haken and that song is simply TOO MUCH (in the best way). So devastating and beautiful.

do you have kids?

No... I keep thinking I might want kids in the future though. The world needs more lesbian parents. 

do you use sarcasm a lot?

No, I kind of hate sarcasm. I almost never understand when others are being sarcastic, so it does not come naturally for me to use it. 

what sports did you play/have you played?

Chess 😎

what’s the first thing you notice in somebody? 

Probably the way they talk? Voice, turn of phrase, accent, vocabulary, etc. 

eye color?

Green

scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, generally. Scary movies don’t scare me anymore so they’re just kind of a bummer :(

any special talents?

I’m extremely good at untying tangled cords and strings. I’m also a damn good explorer, like, I’m the person who “knows a spot” except I know like 700 spots, and they’re all very cool and unseen. Hit me up for abandoned building recommendations. 

where were you born?

Houston, Texas

what are your hobbies?

Photography, digital collage, Photoshop, sewing, hiking, cycling, fan fiction (reading and writing), exploring internet rabbit holes, making playlists, making mood boards (with my own photography or with pinterest; i’m vers), gardening, home improvement (recently taught myself how to replace all the guts in a toilet tank! yay!), tarot & oracle reading, divination, and of course, READING BOOKS. 

do you have pets?

3 beautiful cats

how tall are you?

5′3ish

favorite subject in high school?

English

dream job?

I don’t know, man. On the one hand, capitalism is an oppressive hellscape of exploitation and control, and I’m way too punk rock to work for The Man. But on the other hand, there are so many things that Need To Get Done, and it feels wrong to even fantasize about shirking my responsibility to contribute. Not to mention the financial necessity of working, forever. Like, I will literally never be able to retire or anything like that. I’ve changed my mind hundreds of times about how I can fit myself into the job market without going insane. And I’ve determined that it’s less about my title and more about what fills my day. If I can be useful, make people’s lives easier, take plenty of breaks, and do no harm to people or the environment, I’ll do anything. Right now, I’m a social worker, and that ticks most of the boxes, so I’m alright. But it would be really cool to be, like, an electrician or plumber, or to foster kids, or to become a doula or a school counselor, or anything in National Parks/ forest services. I just want to avoid bullshit busy work, because that’s the shit that kills me. 

[emmedoesntdomath]

having Sad Girl Time(tm) thoughts about steve and bucky rn.

for both of them they’re in the same place they grew up and know and love but now it’s so wildly diffrent. like going to an old childhood house someone else moved into. it’s the same house but it’s not quite right. everyone they knew is dead or almost gone while they’re young and healthy. almost everything from their home has been replaced or changed drastically. the only consistent they have is eachother and even that becomes wary with bucky’s altered mind. i’m by no means a cap stan and he’s not one of my favorite characters really but no wonder he was so stubborn in civil war and willing to sacrifice it all for bucky. quite literally that’s all he had. okay fine done angsting now any thoughts aswell?

HIIIIII. I’M SORRY ABOUT THE SAD GIRL TIME. ALSO ABOUT NOT ANSWERING DURING SAD GIRL TIME. I HAVE THOUGHTS FOR YOU IN RETURN <3

you’re right, they are in a weird position. well. bucky is. steve kind of ditched. 

but I kind of want to talk about that more, so I’m going to. one of the things that always annoyed me slightly about mcu steve was how he just…did not attempt to keep living. and that statement sounds harsh, but you have to consider that he was in the 21st century for- what, four years? it’s completely understandable to be lost. you are in your home, but it’s not your home, it’s someone else’s. however. four years is plenty of time to make a new home. 

again, you might be thinking I’m being too harsh. but in that time span, all steve ever did was look forward to the next mission. he was aimless, and had nothing to live for. I wouldn’t even really consider bucky something to live for, because it definitely was, but it was also in a big part just a distraction that he let go of pretty quickly once he realized it didn’t make him happy. this is consistent with comics cap. it’s just very interesting to me that in four years, he never stepped out of the nice little bubble/containment center SHIELD put him in. no personalized apartment, no therapy, one friend made without their help. 

AND THEN. WE TURN TO MR. JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES. 

whomst, by the way, was brain washed for seventy years. 

in his first six months of actually being able to make decisions for himself (I don’t count civil war, or the two years afterwards. sir never asked for that.), he got himself in an apartment in a country he felt safe in, and bought fruit. then, when he gets back to the states, he goes to therapy (which, admittedly, wasn’t really his choice), follows the instructions he’s given, and attempts to form a new life. after a couple months, he’s even making friends. MAJOR steps compared to steve. 

so, yes, you are completely right about their situation. I simply think that looking at it, and considering what they did with it really shows what kind of people they are, and who they’re trying to be. love the characterization, thank you sm for the ask. if you have more, PLEASE share them.