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[rroru]

No one can be in the kitchen if I was planning to be alone, I’m sorry. In that case, I’d go “I’ll just make it later” and walk out 😭🙏🏾

daily affirmations:

i am kind

i am in control of my emotions

it does not bother me when someone is in the kitchen while i was planning to be in there alone

everyone in the house has the right to be in the kitchen

i am kind and in control of my emotions even when someone is in the kitchen while i was planning to be in there alone

[bamsara]

Hello, I was wondering what the inspiration for Tyren was? Like what made you to design him as the major or at least one of the biggest antagonists in your story?

Appearance wise: He's supposed to be the 'default dog follower', Dog because of the loyalty, and default because he's supposed to be forgettable. Very basic, very unassuming and generic. This is on purpose. Sometimes the worst people really are Just Some Guy.

For his character: he's supposed to be an example of the negative aspects of idolization and how it can be very harmful, objectifying and how a lot of gestures that are glorified as appealing are actually incredibly dehumanizing.

I've been on the idolization/object of obsession end of the deal and its awful, so his behavior carries a lot of those experiences of mine.

He's not supposed to be a 'love rival', he would still be a problem if the main ship didn't exist. His character is meant to showcase the horror of idolization and obsession and how it's usually ignored or even romanticized until it's too late.

I thought it would be fun to give the Lamb a problem follower that they (1) wouldn't suspect and (2) cant deal with normally like how they can with a dissenter, because he's technically not dissenting, but his actions will rip apart the cult from the inside out.

I've written more extensively about it here and here.

[snowstormarts]

Cuddling time [Date Everything x GN Reader]

Just some cuddling with the boys, headcanons maybe & co. I'm just dipping my claws in the water here so don't expect too much since its been a few years since I last wrote anything really ^^"

Also feel free to send me ideas or requests, I have a hard time coming up ideas to write for (which will be probably a bit obvious, sorry) but have fun reading, reblogs & likes are appreciated

[Feat: Daemon, Chance, Hector, Mateo & Dirk/Clarence]

[Dividers by ithemes]

🐾 Mateo Manta 🐾

- His arms wrap around your waist, they fit perfectly around you as he pulls you closer letting your head rest on his soft, warm chest. Not to mentione that if you're still cold or need something weighted he will gladly share his jacket with you that smells like Vanilla & Tasslehounds

- I headcanon that the Jacket he wears is weighted like a weighted blanket, which can help with his Anxiety

- Once you got all cozy he will tell you about his day, be it the chaos his/the other residents critters have caused while under his care or what new stray he had found. And of course he listens to what you have to share, laughing, nodding along & hugging you when it was an especially hard/overwhelming day. Blocking out all the stress for the time being, letting you be pulled into a wall of pure comfort & safety

- His Critter family is of course, also here in the room, you can't keep them away from you guys. Stitch & Davi sleep at your feet, curled up against each other while Sprite lays on top of Mateos head

🪲☣ Daemon ☣🪲

- Seeing as he is a Game Bug, he hasn't experienced a lot besides breaking a few game scenes and trying to scare you, so when you offered to cuddle with him, he simply just said "sure" and went along with it, not expecting much

- But the second you cuddled up to him on the bed you realized quickly that he was quiet stiff, laying straight on the bed staring up at the ceiling. He wasn't quiet sure what to do seeing as the scrapped files didn't have cuddling codes, so you would need to lend a hand...or two...

- But once he got it down, it was the strangest yet comfiest cuddle session you ever had. Sometimes besides the arms around you midsection you would feel other arms carassing you, massaging your shoulders as you felt his lips on your neck, forehead and back even though he was facing you, never daring to look away from you

- He also produces a silent, whitenoise-humming sound, so if you ever have problems sleeping he's the man to go to...If you can ignore his glowing, white eyes that will stare at you the whole time

🎲 Chance 🎲

- Can be the little or big spoon, he's quiet happy with either or. As a little spoon he will talk about the characters he has for G&G, their storys, motivations, design ideas and so much more. While as a Big spoon he will tell you a story, whatever you want it can be adventurous, a horror story or just a fairytale so you can relax while he fills the silence

- He will always cuddle up to you, either burrying himself into your chest or shoulder or curling himself around you. Cocooning you into a save hold, legs drapped over yours as he rests his forehead against the back of your neck

- Makes the coolest pillowforts, the pillow walls are super sturdy somehow and he even got some fairy lights. Overtime he will build them out to a point where they basically become less of a pillowfort and more of a pillowcave with a secret back entrance & snack hoard

💨❄ Hector ❄💨

- Poor man will be too anxious to leave the attic at first, he showed himself to you and that did help with some of his self-esterm issues but not all of them. So you decided to build a little nest in the attic with him, so you could still get some cuddling experience with him

- He's a great cuddle buddy, he can change his body heat to whatever you desire which means even when it's in the middle of summer you can enjoy a good cuddle session in his arms without breaking a sweat

- He's a small spoon through and through, he curls up into a ball (much like a cat) and gets as close as he can without making you uncomfortable. He will also pull a blanket over himself to stay hidden because of his never ending reddening face [He will be gently teased about it by some of the others in the Attic]

👕🕸 Dirk/Clarence 🫧👕

- Dirk is a chaotic cuddler, he will drap his arm and head over your chest and use you like a cuddly bed plushy. He also sleeps without a shirt on so you can run your fingers across his back, admire the tattoos he has, draw shapes across his body that will have him teasingly ask you what you are doing. Though be warned he will retaliate if you do somehow find a ticklish spot on him, cuddle time can wait that man would be on a tickle war path

- Clarence on the other hand is a more neatly cuddler, he will pull you to his side and let you rest on his shoulder. On the otherside of you is of course the Batman Bodypillow, keeping your back protected from not only the cold but also nightmares [Acording to him at least]

- Dirk always brings a plushy around that you had washed once but never got back, you thought you lost it somehwhere but nope he simply "borrrowed" it and then hid it behind Washford whenever you came around. It was one item that brought him comfort after he and Harper had a rough fight, the lil' guy was basically his vent buddy while he was with her

- He has a solid grip, no matter if he's in a dirty or clean, once he has you in his arms it will be a feat to escape from him. And don't even try waking him up, that man sleeps like a rock...

[paiges-1vur]

She Will ~ Paige Bueckers x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, r-receiving, language

Summary: Dallas wings photographer x pb

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You were finally starting to get the hang of your new job. Maybe you lied on your job application a tiny bit, but doesn’t everybody stretch the truth sometimes? To be fully honest you had absolutely zero experience in sports photography, but you were a determined-and maybe broke- graduate fresh out of college who needed a job. Badly. So obviously you applied for the first job you found that allowed you to keep doing exactly what you loved. Thats how you ended up here, looking up from the lens of your new camera letting your gaze drift across the frame of the Paige Bueckers. You quickly snapped back into reality lifting your camera to capture her. The number one draft pick in the WNBA, just ten feet away. The two of you hadn’t talked yet this season, as she had been busy keeping up with training and taking little time off the court. Despite this you couldn’t help but think that just for a second her gaze flickered to you as she walked toward the bench, her icey blue eyes quickly tracking your frame as she grabbed a Gatorade bottle Nai was handing her. The game had just ended, the Wings finally securing another win. The air seemed to feel lighter, as pride and excitement practically radiated off the team. As you packed up your camera bag, you swore you heard Lyss and Arike joking about getting Paige piss drunk, to celebrate another long awaited win and mess with their rookie.

You sighed and leaned down to pack your camera bag, your work day finally over. The only thing that consumed your thoughts was a good night’s rest in a fancy ass hotel payed for by the team, obviously. You were lucky enough to not have to share a room like the players did but instead to have your own room just a couple doors down from the players. You quietly picked up your camera bag before waving a quick goodbye to the coaching staff, and calling an Uber to the hotel. It took everything in you to not fall asleep from exhaustion as soon as you stepped foot in the Uber, but still you held out until your driver finally made it to the hotel. As you scanned your key card against the door you sighed. And as soon as you opened the door your shoes were kicked off, and your beloved camera bag was forgotten on a nearby table. You wasted no time slipping out of your work clothes and into an old faded tshirt and a pair of pajama shorts, equipped for the best sleep of your life. The bed sheets welcomed you as you slipped into the bed, letting sleep take over your senses almost immediately.

———

You stirred in your sleep, suddenly half awake to the sound of a key card opening the door. Your mind raced, you were the only one who had the key to this room right? The door creaked open and to your surprise a still drunken Paige stumbled into the room. She payed you no mind as she let the door close behind her and she immediately fought to take her shirt off, leaving her in a sports bra and her sweats. She finally turned around and found you-half asleep and horrified- staring at her expressionless.

“How did you even-” you tried to start with Paige but she just laughed lightly. You quickly closed your mouth, letting silence fall over you both for a moment.

“When the lady asked me for my room number,” she giggled to herself “maybe I gave her the wrong one, because I lost my key!” She tries to explain, still clearly not understanding that she needed to find somewhere else to sleep. She also seemed very comfortable and had no problem standing in front of you in just a sports bra and a pair of grey sweats that hung a little too loosely on her hips. You couldn’t speak, let alone try to think of a rational solution to this situation. You turned to look at the clock. You shut your eyes out of frustration. It was 2:00 am and there was no way anyone else would be awake to help sort this out. You quickly got out of bed, the cool air hitting your thighs as you walked towards the girl. “Are any of the other girls awake? Wheres Nalyssa, she’s probably with Dijonai right?”

You suddenly stop talking as you realize the taller blonde isn’t paying attention to what your saying in the slightest. But what she does pay attention to is your bare thighs, and how your nipples hardened under your thin tshirt. Her tongue swipes across her bottom lip quickly, her mind racing. You turn around to face her but are quickly taken aback by how close she is. She steps even closer to you closing the distance completely. “I think their sleeping,” she whispers. “It’s just us” she says, her breath suddenly ghosting your ear. Shivers run down your spine and suddenly your mouth is completely dry. You can’t speak-can barely breathe- as she smirks against your ear. “But that’s okay right?” she says her voice raw and husky, needy almost. She’s begging for it and your so close to giving in. She moves to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear carefully. She licks her bottom lip slow and teasing as she looks you in the eye, waiting for you to do anything. All you can manage is a weak nod, but you both know what it means. She hums with approval “Thought so.” she whispers looking down at your lips, swollen from sleep. “Don’t worry,” she adds, voice raw, practically primal. Her pupils are blown wide as she whispers in your ear “I wont tell anyone.”

Suddenly her hand moves to your waist, pulling you in as your lips meet in a deep and intense kiss. She’s kissing you like your the air she needs to breathe. You whine against her lips, allowing her tongue to slide into your mouth, claiming you. She kisses you like she’s sick and your the only cure. She quickly hooks her hands under your thighs, carrying you toward the bed with ease. She sets you down on the bed, not breaking the kiss the whole time. You give her a quick nod and thats all she needs before she slides your thin shorts past your ankles and throws them somewhere across the room. “Mmm” she groans from the back of her throat, biting her lip. You squirm under her gaze but her hand steadies your thighs. “So fucking pretty. All for me.” She says leaning in to place a kiss on your inner thigh. Your pulse quickens as you lean your head back and try to relax into it. “Lemme know if you need me to stop mama, swear I will” she says looking up at you from in between your legs as she places a kiss right to your clit. Your legs shiver and you can’t help but let out a whimper at the contact. You nod quickly, biting your lip as she ran her fingers through your folds. “So fucking wet for me right now,” she says, not able to look away from her fingers as they run through your folds gently. “Bet you were waiting for me all night,” she moves her fingers to your clit using your gathered wetness to slickly make circles against your sensitive skin. “All wet and needy huh? Waiting for me to take care of you? I got u mama, promise imma make you feel good” she says as she watches your face contort in pleasure, the pressure against your clit increasing as her fingers speed up. You let out a shakey breath followed by a pathetic moan. “Please-“ she only smirks “I know, I know, shh just lay back ma.” Suddenly her fingers are gone, the pressure disappearing. She teases you entrance with her middle finger, dipping it in and sinking into you slowly. She pumps in and out of you a few times to get you used to being full before teasing your entrance again with her ring finger. Your a mess at this point, her name being said like a prayer as you beg for relief. She lets her other finger slide into you and she slowly starts to pump both fingers in and out of you, going deeper and deeper with every thrust. “Shit- Paige please- don’t stop please” you throw your head back as she continues to ram into you her pace increasing, now torturous. “Fuck, you take me so well” she groans as she watches her knuckles stretch you out, her long fingers filling you up as the veins in her hands and forearms flex.

“Wanna make you feel it all.” She moves her free hand to your lower stomach, lifting your excuse of a tshirt. She presses down on your lower stomach lightly, continuing to fuck you at a relentless pace. You can feel every inch of her fingers as she moves in and out of you, fucking you senseless “Holy shit- Paige, Paige please I’m close” you moan out, begging to come undone. “Almost mama, just wait” she says earning a raw and high pitched whine from you. Somehow her pace increases, filthy and wet noises filling the room as her thumb moves to find your clit, circling it as she fucks you. Your vision starts to blur, overwhelmed with pleasure as your legs start to shake. You are chanting her name, voice raw from screaming and begging for more, for all of her. Neither of you had a care in the world who could hear. Right now it was just you and Paige. “Let go for me” she says as your release crashes through you. A wave of pleasure rips through your whole body and you come while screaming her name. As start to come down she works you through it, her fingers slowing before your whining from overstimulation. She slowly moves her fingers from you to her mouth, licking them clean while keeping eye contact. She hums “Fucking delicious” she says, pussy drunk as she pushes you hair out of your face, stuck with sweat.

She shifts from on top of you to lie down next to you pulling the covers over you gently. She climbs under the covers, kicking off her sweats leaving her in just her sports bra and a pair of boxers. “Rest now, we can sort things out in the morning.” She reassures you, placing a soft kiss to your temple before wrapping her arm around your waist and pulling you flush against her. You both drift to sleep with ease holding each other, enjoying your own little world together

[akisteahouse]

sigh,,,,,,,, thinking about your newly wed husband…

Floyd Leech! Who never kicked the habit of being the worst person alive to sleep next to, not even in your many years of being together >:( Waking up blanket tossed aside to the floor with his back pressed against yours, fully ensnaring you in his freakishly strong grip, despite numerous complaints about overheatin’ in the morning thanks to ya - jackass. Kissing you before leaving for work so obnoxiously loud you can hear the smack of his lips leaving yours, teeth exposed by his devilish grin - “Don't miss me too much, ‘kay?” Always coming home with his suit suspiciously mussed up, smelling of old copper coins, practically tackling you every time he sees you, eyes crinkling and mouth opened in a toothy grin, singsonging five words - “I'M BAAAACK ~ didja miss me?” :) Dragging you all the way to the Coral Sea for the Leech family’s monthly family meeting, though everyone knew Georgina just wanted an excuse to see her son and her dear child-in-law, pinching your cheek and cooing about how she wanted to fatten you up, only for Floyd to pull you close, complaining about how you were his to squish - well, you did sign up for this <33

Vil Schoenheit! Who never let you have a lazy morning in your entire relationship, waking you up with smoothie bowls and invitations to joining him in pilates - you never say yes, but you’re always willing to watch your dearest as he works out :)) Subtly hinting at his engagement in interviews, getting married in a small but picturesque chapel, close friends only - soft launching your marriage with a single caption less photo on Magicam, both of your fingers entwined, rings glinting in the almost dreamlike sunlight <3333 Spending his off days hate watching the odd soap drama together on the couch, so close you can smell your precious lover’s scent - the fragrance from his expensive body wash, the smell of the real Vil Schoenheit, something his hundreds of followers would never get to experience :)) Going on lengthy press tours, only to come home late to the sight of you, asleep on the couch, clearly waiting for him - “You ought to listen more to me, my sweet potato - sleeping on uneven surfaces can cause back problems, you know.” Still joining you anyway, after bringing a pillow to properly support your head and a blanket to cover the both of you <3

Ruggie Buuchi! Who moved into a neighbourhood suspiciously close to the slums he used to live in, your backyard even having a granny flat in case of Grandma Buuchi’s surprise visits, signature donuts and grin in hand <333333 Clinging on to you in the morning before work, grumbling about five more minutes before caving to having responsibilities and forcing you awake as well - married couples should go through troubles together right, shishishishishi >:))))) Never missing the opportunity to start a neighbourhood barbecue even in the blistering summer heat, always giving you the best cuts of meat straight from the grill - what a gentleman :)) Monthly date nights spent anywhere from your living room, watching cheesy chick-flicks to the beach, rubbing sunscreen on each other’s backs(“Like what ‘cha see?” He’d snickered, on one such occasion, after watching you ogle his toned back muscles - cocky bastard, but he’s cute, so whatever ;))

BONUS:

Trey Clover! Who ends up taking over the family business, apologising about dragging you into it - but you’re repaid handsomely back, getting a front row seat about seeing your dear husband knead dough with those big, strong arms of his <3

Jamil Viper! Who had no qualms about taking your last name, and most certainly never will <3333 Dependable to a fault, always cooking Michelin-star worthy meals for dinner, wiping away any leftover crumbs from your mouth with that adoring look in his eyes - yeah, he definitely isn’t leaving any time soon :)))))

Silver! Who even during his so-called bachelor’s party(a glorified sleepover with his friends) couldn’t think about anything but you, dreaming about your future, your smile, your adorable laugh… and if he broke tradition by visiting you earlier than he was supposed to, he was sure you wouldn’t be too mad <333

Rook Hunt! Who everyone else was sure had kidnapped you to some faraway land due to never seeing you two again after your wedding, when in reality, your newly-wed spouse had simply whisked you away to a year-long honeymoon, visiting every inch of land Twisted Wonderland had to offer - ah, what wouldn’t he like to experience with his dear amour?

[romanofftherealest]

Rumpelstiltskin

Summary: Due to your carelessness, one of your bestfriend's favorite plant got perished but that one small action of yours became a chaos in an instant. You found yourself causing even more problems along the way, including summoning a wrong entity that will bind you into a consuming contract.

Pairings: Demon Natasha Romanoff x Summoner Female Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Tags | Warnings: +18 smut, fluff (kinda), top!Natasha, virgin bottom!reader, cunnilingus (r receiving)

Author's Note: Scheduled repost

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You were lounging on your couch, your small form a tiny fitting. You absentmindedly swiped your hand across the coffee table, knocking over a potted plant in the process. The ceramic pot shattered on the floor, dirt spilling everywhere as the plant lay broken and lifeless.

The plant was one of Wanda's favorites. You knew how much she cared for each of her plants, treating them like precious children—well your best friend loved her plants more than you. So you immediately sprang into action, frantically gathering the broken pieces of the plant and trying to scoop up the spilled dirt. You panicked, knocking over a nearby vase in the process, causing it to shatter on the floor as well.

The room was now a mess, with shattered ceramic, spilled dirt, and broken plant parts scattered everywhere. Your panicked attempts to clean up the mess only made it worse, causing you to knock over a lamp and send books tumbling to the floor.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit!"

You let out a heavy sigh as you looked around at the remaining mess. You knew you couldn't afford to leave anything undone, not with Wanda's keen eye for detail. So you started to clean the broken lamps, put the books back in place, but you have no idea how to replace her favorite plant! Her children!

"She'll know, won't she?" you shakingly muttered to yourself, running a dirty hand through your disheveled hair. You looked around at the mess, knowing you still have a night ahead of you before Wanda comes back.

You whined softly to yourself as you vacuumed the rug, your imagination running wild with scenarios of Wanda's anger. "She's probably going to kill me...or worse, sacrifice me to have her plants back!" you dramatically collapsed onto the couch, clutching a throw pillow to your chest. You stopped your tantrum. Suddenly, an idea struck you with the earlier words that came out of your mouth. You bolted upright on the couch, your eyes wide with realization.

"Sacrifice...summon…" you whispered to yourself. An evil grin spread across your face as you formulated a plan.

You rushed to the bookshelf, pulling out a dusty, ancient tome from the section Wanda had labeled Cursed Spells & Failed Experiments, you had a vague recollection of them attempting a summoning spell from this book before, with comical results.

You flipped through the brittle pages, your eyes scanning for the summoning incantation. You paused, remembering your previous attempt—Wanda had mispronounced a keyword, causing a burst of colorful smoke and a very confused parrot to appear instead of an entity you two intended to summon before you two bursted out laughing.

The spell was there, marked with a crude drawing of a demon and a large X through it. You snorted, remembering how Wanda had insisted that the X meant "extra powerful" rather than "do not attempt." You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the strange feeling brewing in your stomach, you're not gonna summon a demon right now, instead an entity that can revitalized Wanda's plant, some creature of sort.

You laid out the required component; a candle, a small dagger, and what the book vaguely referred to as the essence of the earth.

Taking a deep breath, you began to recite the incantation, your voice low and gravelly. The ancient words felt foreign on your tongue, but you pressed on, determined to see this through.

"Spiritus sylvarum…" (Spirit of the Woods)

The very fabric of Wanda's home began to tremble and shake. Pictures rattled on the walls, and the furniture groaned as if the house itself was protesting the unnatural summoning.

"Exumbrae ad me…" (Shadows to me)

You didn't stop, eager to complete the ritual. Your voice grew stronger, more confident, as you spat out the final words.

"Revigorare plantae et herbae, in nomine terrae monstrum, oh no wait, matris—wait what?" (Revitalize plants and herbs, in the name of a mother monster, earth)

The darkness in the room grew denser and more intense.

A wrong slip of word left your lips, a shockwave of dark energy exploded outward. The refrigerator rattled violently, and the fluorescent lights flickered ominously. You expected to see an ethereal nature spirit materialize before you. Instead, a tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows, her eyes glinting with malice and amusement.

The figure solidified, revealing the demon in all her terrifying glory. Her skin was pale as bone, her features sharp and angular. Her auburn hair braided and she was clad in black armor that seemed to absorb the light. Her gaze fell upon you, her expression one of utter disdain.

Her gaze returned to you, her eyes roaming hungrily over your form. Her crimson gaze was like a physical caress, tracing the curve of your neck, the swell of your breasts, the length of your legs. Her lips peeled back from his teeth in a predatory grin.

She is hungry.

Her gaze never left yours as she crossed her arms over her chest, affecting an air of nonchalance despite the hunger burning within her.

"Why am I being summoned upon, princess?"

You backed away involuntarily, your breath hitching in your throat. Her presence was overwhelming, her power pressing against you like a physical weight. You stammered, struggling to find your voice.

"I-I... I summoned you because... because…"

Your words tumbled out in a rushed, panicked mess.

"Ididntsummonademon!"

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you begged, your voice thick with desperation. You weren't sure if you were more afraid of her terrifying presence or Wanda's wrath if she found out you'd tampered with her precious plants.

"Why am I being summoned upon?" she repeated again, much firmer and scary this time.

"Pleasefixmyfriendsplant!"

She watched you with a cruel smirk, clearly enjoying your distress. She took another step forward, closing the distance between you.

"Aww, is the little mortal upset about a silly plant?" she taunted, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.

Her laughter echoed through the room, cold and mirthless. "You expect me, a mighty demon, to fix a mere plant?" she threw her head back, laughing harder at the absurdity of it all.

"Stupid, stupid humans," she muttered, shaking her head. "Risking their lives for something so trivial." She reached out, her long, pale fingers caressing your cheek, tracing the path of your tears.

"How adorable."

Her laughter subsided, her gaze once again turning hungry as she took in your terrified state. Your fear was intoxicating, feeding her hunger and satisfying her more than any pleas for help ever could.

"Oh, princess, you don't know how much your fear pleases me," she purred. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear. "You know what else would please me?" She whispered, her voice a dark, seductive purr. "If you'd make a bargain with me. Anything, in exchange for fixing that pitiful plant."

Her eyes glinted with eager anticipation as you nodded dumbly, your fear clouding your judgment. "Excellent," she hissed, her voice barely containing her glee. "A contract, at last! I've been so hungry for one."

"Hm, I do what you ask of me," she recited, her voice a dark rumble. "And in return, you give me something you own. Something precious to you." She paused, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She licked her lips, barely concealing her excitement as you nodded eagerly, surrendering yourself to the contract without a second thought. Your desperate obedience only fueled her hunger.

"Now let me see the thing that's worth risking your soul for."

You turned around, pointing a shaking finger at the pathetic plant sitting on the table. Its once-vibrant leaves were now shriveled and brown, the pot cracked, and the soil dry and lifeless.

"Magical, but finicky little things, aren't they?" she observed, circling the withered plant like a predator. "Out of the soil for too long, and they'll perish in an instant."

In a blink of an eye, the plant burst back to life, its vibrant green leaves unfurling as if they'd never wilted. She sneered, satisfied with her handiwork. She snapped her fingers, and Wanda's living room indeed, her entire house—was restored to pristine condition.

"There," you stared in disbelief, your mouth agape. That freaking quick?! "And I've done more than you asked of me," she purred, stepping closer. "I expect the same eagerness from you, princess." Her fingers brushed your chin, tilting your face up.

Your hand flew immediately to your neck, fumbling with the delicate chain until you pulled out an old, intricately carved locket. Tears welled in your eyes as you clutched it to your chest. "This...this is from my grandmother. She gave it to me before she passed away because it will protect me."

Her green orb eyes narrowed as she listened, a flicker of interest sparking in their depths. She stepped closer, looming over you. "Your grandmother's necklace, you say? How...sentimental." Her voice was a low purr, tinged with dark amusement.

The demon's gaze softened almost imperceptibly. She saw the pain and longing in your eyes, the struggle between your attachment to the heirloom and your desperate desire to have your friend's plants restored.

"And how was this trinket supposed to protect you?" her voice was gentler, curious. You took a deep, shuddering breath, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"My noo—my grandmother was a wise woman," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "She told me that as long as I wore it, I'd always have her love with me. That it would shield me from darkness." You looked up at her, tears spilling down your cheeks.

She listened intently, studying your face as you spoke. A flicker of something almost like sympathy crossed her features before being quickly masked. She turned the delicate necklace over in her hands, examining it closely.

"Your noona...she's found peace, princess. A paradise beyond the reach of this world's sorrows."

You stared at her, shocked. Your jaw hung open, and your eyes widened. You had grown accustomed to her cold indifference and mockery. But this...this was something else entirely. A demon, an ice-cold demon, was comforting you? The king of hell might need some reevaluation with his armies.

She uncurled her fist, revealing the unscathed necklace. To your surprise, she stepped closer, her chilling presence enveloping you. Gently, she lifted the necklace, her fingers brushing against your skin as she secured it around your neck once more. She lingered for just a moment, her hot breath ghosting over your skin as she fastened the clasp with a soft click.

"I-I'm...I'm still pure," you stammered, your cheeks flaming red as you confessed. It was the truth and a secret that not even your best friend knows. And why in hell did you even say that?

"There," she said, her voice back to its usual detached tone. "Now, keep that... memento of your grandmother's love. I want something else in return." Her gaze sharpened, refocusing on you. "Something...that you possess," she finished, her eyes gleaming with an unreadable emotion. "A promise, perhaps. Or maybe a secret." She stepped closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.

Her eyebrows shot up, surprise flashing across her face before her expression returned to its usual unreadable mask. "Interesting," she murmured, leaning even closer. "So, all this time, you've been... untouched." She reached out, her cold fingers gently tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet her gaze once more. "And why is that, little one? Why have you kept yourself...pure?" her voice was barely a whisper, her breath chill against your lips. "Is it because…you're waiting for someone special?" she finished, her eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "Or perhaps…" her other hand came up to rest on your waist, her touch searing even through your clothes. "You simply haven't found anyone worthy of claiming your innocence yet?"

You turned your face away from her but her green orbs seemed to glow brighter. She leaned in closer, her gaze boring into yours, and suddenly, you felt a strange, invasive pressure against your mind. She was looking into your thoughts, seeing the truth laid bare.

Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. You felt like she was peeling back layers of your soul, exposing your deepest fears and desires. Her hand on your waist tightened ever so slightly, and you found yourself leaning into her touch without even realizing it.

"Tell me, little one, have you ever toyed with your own innocence? Caressed your own flesh? Discover the secrets of your own body?" her words were like velvet-covered steel, coercive and alluring, drawing out the truth you'd never spoken aloud before.

She saw...everything.

Your reaction was immediate and visceral. Your breath hitched in your throat, and your heart skipped a beat as she spoke about your deepest secret.

She saw the night you'd snuck into your room, fingers trembling as you'd reached under your shirt to touch your small, untouched breasts. He saw your frustrated attempts to relieve the ache between your legs, your fingers fumbling and ineffective as you'd struggled to find any sort of release. Her lips curled into a wicked smirk as she withdrew from your mind, leaving you feeling violated and exposed. She brought her hand up to your face, her thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Oh, you poor, frustrated little thing," she purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "All that fire, all that need, and nowhere for it to go. You'd touch yourself, so curious, so eager to learn... but your inexperienced fingers could never quite bring you the relief you craved, could they?"

"I will take your secret…and so is your purity."

Her eyes flashed with a predatory gleam as she sensed your hesitation and the war raging within you—the desire to submit to her dark temptations battling against your ingrained purity. She pressed her advantage, her hand sliding up your side to cup your breast through your shirt.

Shame and disgust at allowing a demon such intimate access warred with the undeniable pleasure of her touch. You felt pathetic, weak, as if you were betraying everything you stood for.

With a sudden, brutal move, she pushed your legs apart and shoved you back onto the couch, pinning your shoulders to the cushions. Before you could even catch your breath, she was kneeling between your spread bare thighs, her face mere inches from your dripping pussy.

You shivered at the touch, your breath growing shallow as the cool air hit your bare chest. She leaned down and whispered, "No one will ever care for you like I will, my precious little human." Her eyes gleamed with dark triumph as she finished unbuttoning your shirt. She pushed it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. "That's right, my sweet. You're mine now, bound to me by contract until the day you die." She traced patterns on your chest, her fingers dipping down to your belly, then lower, to the tie of your pants. "What a delectable prize you are."

"Look at you," she hissed, "So open, so ready. You may have sold your soul, but your body was made for me."

She lowered her head, her cold tongue flicking out to lap at your heated flesh. You gasped, your hips bucking forward, only to be held down by her strong hands.

Your fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs as you gripped them tightly, torn between the urge to push her away and the insidious pull to spread wider and invite more of her touch. You had, after all, sold your soul to her, hadn't you?

You bit your lip to stifle a moan as her cool, silken demon tongue delved into your wet folds. She licked up your juices, then pushed the tip of her tongue deep inside you, fucking you with it as she sucked hard on your clit. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as she ate you out with a fervor that left you breathless. The sensation of her cold, demonic tongue inside you was unlike anything you'd ever experienced, and you found yourself pushing back against it, desperate for more.

"Oh God!"

"Even God won't help you right now princess…"

Your back arched, your body tension as an overwhelming wave of sensation crashed over you. You screamed, your voice hoarse with passion, as you convulsed against her mouth. She drank you down, her hands tightening on your hips to hold you in place as she continued to lap at your over-sensitive flesh.

She crawled up your body, she kissed and licked her way up your body, she left a trail of dark marks - hickeys and bite marks that would serve as her claim on you. She suckled at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, your lower belly, the undersides of your breasts. As she marked you, the dark bruises and hickeys seemed to glow with a faint, eerie light. The marks pulsed softly, as if infused with demonic energy. She claimed you as hers, marking you in a way that would be visible to all, a testament to her ownership.

"Mine."

She slipped off you, her eyes never leaving yours. "I want you ready for me, always," she said, her voice low and commanding. "When I come around, hungry...I expect you to be prepared. Understand?" she leaned down, her voice a silken growl against your ear.

"What's your name?" you asked, still weak from the pleasure.

"You'll never know." She said, her voice dripping with mocking sweetness.

In a blink of an eye she vanished, leaving behind an icy chill and an empty room. One moment she was there, her presence overwhelming, the next—nothing. No trace she'd ever been there, except for the glowing marks of ownership on your body.

You quickly gathered your scattered clothes, dressing hurriedly as you dashed out of the room. The cool air against your skin did little to soothe the heat that still coursed through your veins. You could feel the dampness between your thighs, a constant reminder of what had just happened.

Kneeling before the ancient book you had used for the ritual, you frantically flipped through the yellowed pages, your hands shaking. You scanned the text, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I have to break the contract…" you muttered, tears forming in your eyes as it darted back and forth, desperately searching for an answer.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you read the words, the implications washing over you.

"The contract can only be severed by a single path, when the summoner grasps the true name of the demon being they've bound, and utters it forthwith."

"You'll never know."

[internet-official]

AS A SALESPERSON, my favorite top two favorite things to hear are:

1. Yes

2. I’m not interested.

It doesn’t matter how far into pitch I’ve gone. It doesn’t matter how nice I’ve been. TELL ME THAT YOU’RE NOT INTERESTED.

I know that, at a minimum, 90% of people are going to tell me “no.” It’s the nature of sales. Every “no” or “I’m not interested” gets me one step closer to a “yes.”

(And to anyone who has firmly and politely told me that you’re not interested: thank you)

My least favorite things to hear are things like, “Let me think about it,” “I need to talk to my spouse,” “I have to go, I’m in a hurry,” etc. When you give me an excuse (or an “objection”), I have to go into objection-handling.

Now if you do have a genuine objection, that’s fine! My job as a salesperson isn’t to convince you to buy something you don’t need. My job is to help you come to a concrete, yes-or-no decision. Again, I know that most people are going to tell me no!

Need to think about it? Great! Let me understand where the gaps in your knowledge are, so that I can help you think about it with all the information.

Need to talk to your spouse? Fantastic! What are your spouse’s thoughts? What would he/she/they say about you buying this kind of thing? Would your spouse hate you? Love you? Not care?

You’re in a rush? No problem! Let me put something in my calendar so that we can talk when you’re not busy.

When you’re genuinely not interested, but you use one of these (or a million other excuses), you waste your time AND mine. Now I’m going through a list of questions for an objection isn’t even there. You’re uncomfortable because I’m coming off as “salesy.” I’m unhappy because I treat every objection as if it’s genuine. Of course, I’m 99% convinced that you’re bullshitting me. But, sometimes, that 1% chance could make or break my quota. So I keep asking questions. I keep pitching. I assume you’re being honest. You’re lying and wondering why I’m believing your lie.

But I’m anxious and direct confrontation makes me uncomfortable! Good. Being uncomfortable is part of growing. Learning how to say “no,” clearly and firmly, is an important life skill. Plus, I guarantee that you’ll have a better experience than when you’ve used an excuse. You’re saying one of my favorite things to hear.

But I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings! You won’t. You’ll tell me one of my favorite things to hear.

But I don’t want to be rude! You can always lace in, “but thank you for offering” or “I appreciate your time.”

But I’ve said “I’m not interested” in the past and it hasn’t worked! You haven’t tried it enough times. Just like there are bad doctors, accountants, waiters, and teachers: there are also bad salespeople. You’ve probably interacted with a shitty salesperson. I’m sorry. They make all of our jobs much, much harder. One bad experience with a salesperson will follow you for life. I’ve had my fair share. But don’t punish all the good salespeople for your history with shitty salespeople. Keep repeating, “I’m not interested.” They’ll quickly find that they have nowhere to go if you don’t give an objection.

TL;DR if you’re not interested, then tell me, “I’m not interested.” Please.

Ive said this before but swear the biggest skill to learn as an adult is how to resist high-pressure sales tactics. You do NOT have to answer questions with anything other than "Sorry I'm not interested." No matter how nice they are or no matter how many follow up questions they ask or even how agitated they get when you stand your ground. Just keep saying I'm not interested. Don't answer their questions. Don't give them an opening to try to push back on your reasons. Be a fucking brick wall of I'm not interested.

[lightbeamtarot]

Pick a card: What archetypes does your future spouse posses

Hi loves! Welcome to this pick a card! In this reading we will be looking at what archetype your future spouse posses. I will be channeling these archetypes and it will be based on the work and research from Caroline Myss. Caroline Myss believes there is light attributes and shadow attributes for every archetype so I will be sharing both. As this is a collective reading just take what resonates and leave what doesn't. I hope you enjoy your reading loves. 💖

If you have trouble choosing a pile you can check out this post! How to choose a card

Pile 1

Hi Pile 1 this is your reading! The archetypes of your future is:

Dilettante

Light attributes: Delights in the arts without having to a professional. Alerts you to the of being superficial in your pursuits.

Shadow attributes: Pretention to much deeper knowledge than you actually possess.

Seeker

Light attribute : Thirst for wisdom and truth wherever they are.

Shadow attribute: Inability to commit to a path once found.

Poet

Light attribute: Expresses soul insights in symbolic language.

Shadow attribute: Turns a lyric gift to negative or destructive effect.

Channelled messages

Pile 1 I think for some you your future spouse could be like one those men that try mushrooms once and feel like they hold all the knowledge in the universe but in a sweet way. They are seekers of the world they want to experience everything that life has to offer. They love the outdoors I can see mountains and lakes specifically as well as camping. Your future spouse would rather live in a little flat and save money on material things and see the world rather than live in a big house and have no money to do anything else. Its funny I can see a clear image of a very cozy flat that is filled with a lot of love from the both of you. I think this person is very much a creative and likes to sketch I can see but they might not have a creative job. I'm seeing something in tech that pays well so that you both can travel a lot. Within your relationship they will be a great navigator through life. Like they know every solution to every problem and they are very much laid back because they know everything will be okay. I hope you enjoyed your reading pile 1!

Pile 2

Hi Pile 2 this is your reading! The archetypes of your future is:

Mediator

Light attributes: Gift of negotiating fairness and strategy in personal and professional life. Respect for both sides of the argument

Shadow attributes: Negotiating with an ulterior motives or hidden agenda either personally or professionally.

Seeker

Light attribute : Thirst for wisdom and truth wherever they are.

Shadow attribute: Inability to commit to a path once found.

Angel

Light attribute: Helping those in need with no expectation of return.

Shadow attribute: Acting innocent or angelic to mislead others. Falsely claiming to be in touch with angelic guidance.

Femme fatale

Light attribute: Highlights the erotic energy of the feminine opens your heart when your dependency is rejected.

Shadow attribute: Inappropriate use of sensuality. Attachment to money and power.

Athlete

Light attribute: Dedication to transcending physical limits. Development of personal willpower and strength of spirit.

Shadow attribute:Misuse of athletic ability for selfish ends. False sense of invulnerability and entitlement.

Channeled messages

Hi pile 2! I feel like your future spouse leans more masculine but they are very comfortable with their feminity as well as a more sensual side to them. They aren't afraid of their sexuality and likes to embrace that apart of them. I can see that they are quite tall with a slim build and is pretty attractive and they use this sometimes to their advantage. You future spouse really gets what they want and can charm anybody but they are really just a sweet person. They definitely have a kind of boyish energy like a youthful energy I can see their smile is very sweet. Your future spouse really wants everything good from life. They want to be healthy and work out so they can do the most amount of fun physical activities like hiking in a beautiful landscape. They also want to make a lot of money they enjoy having a comfortable lifestyle. Your future spouse takes a lot of precautions to make their life easier and are very organised. I can also see that when you are together they are very sweet to you. They make sure to check in with you and see if you are okay, if you need anything and when you are out together i can see them having their arm around you guiding you through the world making sure you feel safe. I hope you enjoyed your reading pile 2!

Pile 3

Hi pile 3 this is your reading! The archetypes of your future spouse is:

Pioneer

Light attributes: passion for doing and creating what has not done before.

Shadow attributes: Compulsive need to keep moving on.

Angel

Light attribute: Helping those in need with no expectation of return.

Shadow attribute: Acting innocent or angelic to mislead others. Falsely claiming to be in touch with angelic guidance.

Servant

Light attribute: Delight in serving others with a free and loving heart.

Shadow attribute: Using lack of money as an excuse not to , move forward in life.

Guide

Light attribute: Represents the nature of the divine in life and in yourself.

Shadow attribute: Places financial gain and control over imparting spiritual insight.

Seeker

Light attribute: Thirst for wisdom and truth wherever you are.

Shadow attribute: Inability to commit to a path once found.

Channeled message

Hi pile 3! For some of you this person is going to come into your life at a time that you need guidance and support. This persons has a lot of wisdom and understanding of this world and will help navigate it. This person is very much a comforting presence. Your future spouse wants to take care of you and make your life easier. I also get that things that you might find anxious doesn't make them anxious. For example going to the shops, paying bills and life stuff that might feel daunting for some doesn't bother them and theyveant tobte this nursing from you. I can also see for some they might be a little older but not much i would say no more than 7 years older. They are however very wise so they may seem older than they actually are. This person will be very sweet and doting and will never want to argue with you. I hope you enjoyed your reading pile 3!

[angrythingstarlight]

The way I just KNOW thunderbolts Bucky is a MASTER at sex!!

This man knows how to fuck. I'm talking hair-pulling, ass smacking, pinning you down with deep, controlled strokes that make you feel so good your eyes roll back and you leave scratches across his back while he shows you that he really, really doesn't get tired type sex. In this essay I will—

[katscki]

hiiii it’s me 🌷 currently obsessing over kats using my throat as long as he wants :3

also random but do u think he’s a titties or ass guy ? i really can’t decide im leaning more towards titties but idkkkk!

Omg

Sex Hcs for bkg

He would loveeeee when you lay down on the bed asking him to fuck your throat. He could never ask you himself because he doesn’t want to hurt you but when you ask… one hand is on your tit and the other is feeling him fuck your mouth through your neck. He loves it even more when you spread your legs to play with your pretty pussy while he does it, gives him a show.

He loves every single part of you but I believe he is an ass man through and through. It all started back in your third year when he began to have a crush on you. He noticed all the little things and that lead to him staring at where your perfect legs met your uniform skirt, dying to see what underwear you had over your gorgeous ass. He was a very respectful boy but he couldn’t help tilting his head a little bit as you walked away trying to get a good view.

Speaking of third year, you were his first everything. So when you finally made out for the first time and he got two handfuls of your ass? He was a mess.

He loves watching your pretty pussy stretch around his cock then looking up at your half lidded eyes that beg him to keep going. And once his thumb finds your clit they flutter closed in the most beautiful way.

He’s a slut for dirty talk, he knows that you can’t really respond to him, just moan out his name. And that’s why he loves it so much. It makes you make the noises he’s addicted to and your cunt tighten up around him. “Yeah~ that’s it baby… look so fuckin perfect under me. Feel good sweet girl?” All to have you nod uncontrollably.

He can get off on the sounds you make alone, nothing even has to touch his dick but when you’re moaning so sweetly it’s like the cum is already dripping from his cock. However It becomes a problem when you’re sitting in the common room just stretching out and then moan a little, the poor boy is so fucking hard and all it took was a little “ngh~” while your arms are above your head.

He would never tell you this but he knows exactly when you’re going to ovulate. As sad as it is he waits all month for this time because he knows that when he goes home you’re going to jump his bones and fuck him till he can’t speak. Waits at the agency all day like a teenager touching a girl for the first time. And he was right, when he got home you’re kissing him sweet nothings, asking about his day but not really caring. Then somehow you’re riding him right there on the floor. He loves when you ovulate because you force him to cum five times just to “make it stick Suki~”

As much as he wants to deny it, he was so horny when he was a teenager n when you get him in bed, it’s clear he tried to make up for lost time fucking you over and over again. He tries to have sex or at least make you cum once a day at least. Unless one of you is sick or he’s gone for work.

The first time he knew he wanted to marry you was when he came home to your shared apartment and found you in your room, wearing his hoodie moaning his name, as you plunged a dildo, that he got specially made to be like his dick, into you. Instantly he opens the door and comes over to you on his knees to eat you like a mf. Fucking you with the toy himself as he tongues at your clit.

All in all he is just fucking addicted to everything about you and wants to experience all the lovin you have to give.

[gayboifromthedez]

Leftist Dems also have problems with a 26 year old, with zero executive or legislative experience, who was a College Republican, who moved to that district only for the strict purpose of challenging a proven, experienced, progressive Democrat.

At best, we get an inexperienced rep walking in the doors with zero political capital in lieu of a seasoned rep.

At worst, we get another Sinema, Fetterman, Cassel or Valdés situation.

Apparently boomer Democrats are having meltdowns over a gen-z progressive who is primarying an 80 year old Democrat because she "went on trans podcasts" and wore a Charizard kigurumi

[bredforloyalty]

i wonder if it can be managed that i no longer live in that city but i do a research project during the fall semester

[wintvies]

sorry if i was a bitch i probably wanted to go home

[chronicsymptomsyndrome]

yay water

time to drink water woo hoo yay

[cinnamongirlsdiary]

it’s so awkward :|

[pinklavenderdoll]