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saphiccarma · 3 days ago

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Heyyy, I've never requested anything before so hopefully this isnt too much 😭 but could u do agathario x reader, where reader dies maybe from like disease or she somehow gets caught in a scene where agatha is trying to steal a covens power, and like rio doing everything to fight against her duty and having to take one of her lovers, maybe reader doesn't die instantly but she's like dying in agathas arms and is trying to soothe her wives. Idk if that makes sense its ok if you can't 😭 i hope you have a great day💕💕

- It was not your fault, but mine.

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary - Being married to Agatha and Rio was perhaps your favorite thing ever, the best part of your life. You wanted to be with them forever, but that wish is threatened when you touch a mysterious object outside and fall ill.

Warnings: Major character death, angst

A/N: I love this so much and it was fun to write. Thank you for the request!

You had technically got married to Agatha and Rio for about a year now. Since your type of relationship wasn't excepted by the town you lived in, the three of you got quietly married in a little cottage in the middle of the woods. This was where you spent most of your time, sitting in the cottage and reading books, or picking flowers, or testing out new recipes you wanted to try. Agatha and Rio come and go as they please, always too busy to stay in one place, and you were fine with that. They were still good wives.

Absent mindedly you kicked a rock, the little stone flying across the leaf littered ground and crashing into a tree. They had both been gone for weeks and you had heard no sign of them, no magical raven that had a letter attached to its foot, no quick check in, nothing. While you trusted them and their abilities it had begun to worry you. You stumbled a bit, tripping across something that protruded out of the ground. Letting out a quiet curse, you looked back to see what it was.

A glowing rock, a faint pink hue emitting off of it, sat nestled in the red and orange leaves. You crouched down and grabbed a stick next to you, pointing at it. When it did nothing, you reached towards it, and against your better judgement, picked it up. Searing pain shot through you, fiery sparks crackling through you. You gasped, your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to drop the rock. It didn't fall from your hand as intended. Panic spread through you rapidly as your heart beat faster and faster. The thing was now a bright pink, sparkling so bright it hurt your eyes, and stuck to your hand.

Pain coursed your body, every inch of you filled with searing pain. In a brief moment of clarity, you grabbed a stick from the ground, and making a big effort, traced a circle in the dirt and drew an X through it. Words were whispered from your mouth slowly as you chanted the spell. The lines in the dirt began to glow a soft green color and it wasn't long before they flashed brightly before disappearing.

"I was in the middle of something darling," Rio began, her tone playful and light. Then she paused, her eyes catching on your hand. "What happened?"

You grunted, "I don't know."

She rolled her eyes at your lack of response, taking a step closer and trying to grab your hand. You yanked it away, afraid she would get hurt as well, and that was the last thing you wanted. Rio rolled her eyes once more, fixing you with a reprimanding look.

"Let me see." Rio took your wrist in her hand, not caring much to be gentle, and turned it over, examining the stone. A curious hum escaped her as she poked at it.

"Well?" you hissed, flinching as her nails dug into your skin. She dug her nails deeper, ignoring your whimper of pain, and drew blood. The red droplets spread down your wrist. "What the hell Rio?" You were not in the mood for her jokes right now.

Your wife smiled at you, her dashing and cheeky smile that you had grown to love. Slowly, eyes meeting yours the entire time, she brought your hand up to her mouth and licked strip across the crescent shaped marks. The second she did so, your hand loosened and the rock dropped from your grip, landing on the floor with a thunk. A sigh of relief escaped you as you fell to the ground, laying on your back with your arms spread out. The searing pain that had coated your body dispersed.

Rio chuckled above you, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "Better?"

You nodded, rubbing your wrist absent mindedly, still feeling her soft lips there.

"You know what would make it even better?" You raised both your brows, "A kiss."

Laughing softly, her eyes rolling once more, Rio crouched down. Her lips met yours in a harsh kiss, she was never gentle.

^___________^

It turns out, the three of you had found, that the rock carried a deadly curse. Agatha had kicked the thing, sending it flying before Rio reluctantly retrieved it. The two had been frantically trying to find a cure, despite their supposed casual appearance, you knew it was stressing them out. While they were plagued with the stress of finding a cure, you were plagued with constant pain.

A sharp pain that shot through you. Some days it was manageable, some days it left you crippled in bed, unable to move and barely able to talk. Those were the days that worried your wives the most. Today, thankfully, was one of the good days. You sat with Agatha on the porch, her arms wrapped around you.

"You know I wanted kids," you said suddenly, your fingers toying with her own as you twisted them together, "Or at least one."

You felt Agatha inhale sharply, "We'll have them," she said fiercely, "We can have kids." The sun was setting slowly in the distance, the sky a perfect hue of pink and red. You always had loved the sunsets, and the sunrises, but there was something special about sunsets.

In the distance you could see Rio, perched by the edge of the woods, green magic swirling around her as she did who knows what. She had asked to be alone during the time being. But still, you couldn't help but watch as her arms moved fluidly to cast the spells, her body moving as if in a dance. A soft smile crossed your face.

"Agatha," you whispered softly, "You know that's not going to happen." Looking up at her, you saw her jaw clenched and a dangerous glimmer in your eyes. You knew, that if you died Agatha would take it the hardest. She would blame Rio and that was the last thing you wanted. You gently tugged her fingers, intertwining yours with hers.

"I'd want a boy I would name him Nicholas, little Nicky for short. Ideally, he would have Rio's eyes and your hair, my face, he would be perfect," you smiled up at her, pleased to see a dreamy look in her eyes. It wasn't often that Agatha indulged in fantasies about the future, but she always tried with you. You could imagine a boy, brown eyes that were darker than the night sky, but could hold so much emotion like his mother. Brown hair that was just a little bit wavey, and you would let it grow out if he wanted it to. And lastly, your smile, your nose, all your facial features. He would be the perfect mix up of the three of you. Something that was created through a force of love, but no outside magic used.

Her features softened even further when you winced, a pain flaring up in your back. You waved away her concern, straightening out.

"Would we make him with a spell?" she asked, her voice lowered to match yours.

You shook your head, "No. We would make him from scratch. No incantaion, no spell, no magic."

A little laugh escaped Agatha. She pressed her lips down onto your head, burrowing herself in your hair.

"Whatever you say my love."

^_____________^

You sat in the fields, twisting flowers in your hands to form a crown. This one was made with dandelions, the stems intertwined as you threaded them through each other. Two other crowns sat next to you, one with azaleas and the other with black roses. You had plucked the thorns off of course, not that Rio would care.

One of the perks of being married to a green witch was that she could produce any flowers you wanted, and she did just that. Rio always grew flowers if you asked them, even if she rolled her eyes and said they were too colorful for her taste, she wanted to make you happy.

Your fingers twitched as pain flared through you, but you worked through the pain. The two had gone out that morning in search of other possible cures, but promised to be back in time to sleep with you. The sun was setting in the distance, the sky a beautiful gradient of orange and yellow.

Crows cawed above you, their black wings flapping as they soared in circles. A little smile flitted across your face. Both of your lovers adored crows, their passion for them always made you happy. Before you had more time to ponder if Rio was up in the crows, there was a hot breath in your ear.

“Boo.”

You jumped away, placing a hand over your heart as you glared at Rio. She was cackling, nearly falling back into Agatha who stood with an amused smile on her face. The purple witch shoved Rio away, moving forward and placing a tender kiss on your lips.

“I made you something,” you scooped up the azalea flower crown and stood, placing it one her head despite her pout, “Can’t you at least pretend to like it?”

Agatha rolled her eyes, “It’s amazing darling, I love it.”

Smiling happily, you rewarded her with a soft kiss before turning to Rio who was watching the scene quietly. You weren’t even sure when she had stopped laughing.

“Ooo,” she cooed, stepping closer, her finger curling as she took hold of her crown, “I love it, my love.”

You blushed at her words. While you loved Agatha’s pet names, Rio’s did something to you. The Green Witch placed it on her head with a broad smile.

“Do you have one?” Rio looked around, her eyes landing on the dandelions in the grass. She reached down, scooping it up before placing it on your head with a proud smile.

Agatha came up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, “You look beautiful darling.”

A deep blush crossed your face when her breath fanned against your neck. Rio took a step closer, her finger curling under your chin. A sinister smirk crossed her face.

“Good enough to eat.”

^_____________^

You coughed harshly as you curled into a ball, pain flaring up everywhere in your body. Everything hurt and it felt like you were on fire. Agatha's fingers clutched you tightly, one of her hands carding through your hair as she attempted to comfort you. Rio was no where to be seen.

"Agatha," you choked out.

The woman above you shook her head, "Don't say it. You're fine. It'll pass."

You wanted to smile at her stubbornness, it was always your favorite trait about her. These past few days the curse had been getting worse, and Rio was disappearing more and more often. You knew what that meant. You were fairly certain Agatha knew what it meant, she just didn't want to admit it. Trying to fight through the sparks that shot through you, you played with her fingers, bringing them to your lips.

Your words were soft against her skin, "I love you."

"No, you have more time," she said harshly.

You felt it when Rio entered and based on Agatha's sharp inhale, you knew what she was here for. Painfully, you turned your head to look at Rio, clad in her green dress that represented the part of her that was alive. A bitter smile crossed your face.

"Don't take her," Agatha spat, her grip tightening on you despite your wince, "You can't." Trying to force words out of your mouth, you wanted to tell Agatha it was okay, that it wasn't Rio's fault. "If you do this I will hate you."

Rio's features flinched, but she made no move to step closer, "I held it off as long as I could."

"It's not her time," Agatha snarled.

While it was painful, you reached up, your hand cupping Agatha's cheek to force her to look at you, "My love," you whispered softly, "I have to go."

"No." She shook her head, so much desperation conveyed into that one movement.

"Don't hate her. Please? It's not her fault."

“I don’t want to do it,” Rio added, her voice wavering, and it was the first time you had ever heard her sound so fragile, so vulnerable.

Agatha's lower lip wobbled, tears shimmering in her eyes as she clenched her jaw, fighting off the sorrow. She closed her eyes, a small tear slipping out at the action and you wanted nothing more than to give her a big hug.

Her voice was oh so quiet when she whispered, "Okay."

A small smile spread across your face. It was only then that Rio came closer, bending down so her lips were just above yours. So many emotions were conveyed through her eyes. Words asking for forgiveness, ones that expressed her sadness, and some angry. You wanted to give her a hug too. Instead, Rio leant down, her lips brushing against yours.

The kiss deepened and that's when you felt the pain stop.

#agathario #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x rio vidal #agatha x rio #rio vidal x reader

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alchemistc · 1 day ago

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Eddie tips his beer against his lips, fights the smile turning up the corners of his mouth as Mara and Jee each cling to one of Buck's arms, the both of them screaming to their hearts content. It's - loud, and Buck isn't doing anything to temper the noise, growling out one of his Roledex of monster noises, lifting one arm and then the other like some bastardized workout routine.

Beside him, Tommy sighs.

It's a familiar sound, at this point. Tommy is so fucking full of love, and Eddie knows he's spent a long ass time looking for a place to put it. He can't think of a person better prepared to take the bulk of it on than Evan Buckley.

"I cannot handle your lovelorn sighs, dude. You got the guy, you don't need to act like some regency hero watching from the sidelines."

Tommy eyes the neck of Eddie's bottle like he's thinking about punishing Eddie for the comment with a beer tap, so Eddie shifts it out of his reach - he's in no mood for another lesson on the physics of cavitation from Buck while he's cleaning foam off the patio and trying to prevent Jee from lapping it up like a dog.

Denny's too old for most of the horseplay, now, but there's something about Buck that makes kids unafraid to act like kids - he takes a flying leap and gets an arm around Buck's neck, and now he's somehow hauling three of them around with one of those wide, uncareful smiles Eddie's always been a bit jealous of.

Tommy's chest expands, and Eddie can feel his lips pursing, his eyes rolling to the side in warning. Tommy blows the breath out through his nose and scowls.

"I knew Shannon was it for me after our first date," Eddie says into the silence, shocking himself with the ease her name slides past his lips. He hasn't - he doesn't - Christ, even thinking her name sets him back sometimes. But this feels - it feels like the only memory pertinent to the situation.

Tommy's pretty good at keeping a straight face when he's feeling big things - decades of practice, Eddie knows, and he's aware that Tommy has spent another ten years unpacking that, forcing himself to wear his heart on his sleeve. Still. It seems easiest when it's Buck, and Eddie can't fault him that.

"She was such an asshole," Eddie continues, fond, while Tommy's gaze shifts to him, careful, concentrated, that special blend of steady eye contact and a stilling of his body that lets people know he's really listening, retaining, will be able to recite word for word something personal someone told him about themselves. "Even then, even as young as we were, I just wanted to share everything with her. Jokes, and stories about my day - happiness and sadness and... life, you know?"

Tommy swallows. His gaze shifts in the quiet of Eddie's confession, unerringly returning to Buck. Eddie's watched plenty of women in love with Buck looking at him. It's never been that look.

The one Eddie'd clocked months ago, a subtle shift from smitten to in love to something else. Something more.

In the grass, Buck levers himself to his knees and begs for mercy, and nearly takes a knee to the groin for his surrender.

Tommy's chest expands.

"You measured his ring size while he's passed out coming off an extra shift, yet?" (Buck has. Eddie's been fielding a fucking deluge of links in his messages, at least a hundred different rings at this point that look identical to Eddie but Buck apparently has half a million opinions about that he seems to think Eddie can help him with.)

Tommy doesn't give him time to react, this time. The bottom of his bottle hits the top of Eddie's and Eddie scrambles too late, foam spilling along the sides, over his fingers. The patio rug soaks up the liquid as it spills over his fingers, but Tommy seems to think the hassle of cleaning off his brand new patio is worth it, if the smirk on his face is anything to go by.

"I'm going to go rescue my boyfriend before Jee-Yun decides hearing Evan howl in real pain is her new favorite hobby."

Eddie's beer is still foaming, a steady trickle up the neck and down the side, right over his fingers, dripping to the rug beneath his feet. He'll need to go inside and wash his hands soon, maybe rearrange Tommy's tea drawer while he's in there - it's the only thing safe from Buck's wrath in that kitchen. "Get me another beer while you're up," Eddie snarks back, and leans back to watch the way Buck's eyes gleam when, instead of rescuing Buck, Jee and Mara both take aim at Tommy instead, and Tommy's swings them both up into the air while they screech in delight.

#eddie&tommy #bucktommy #feeling some type of way about all the shannon i keep seeing on my dash #eddie recognizing the 'thats the one' look from a mile off is something that can be so personal #and heartbreaking #bucktommy fic #beer tapping as a love language

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innocenceofourhearts · 3 days ago

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I love these. I want to do it now. I don't really understand the social convention of having someone ask you to answer them before answering them....if I wanna answer them, why not do it? And then I even get to answer all instead of desperately waiting for someone to get me to do it.

1. Tea, I don't drink coffee.

2. Black and white + red preferably.

3. I'm an art lover of all kinds of art. Depends on what's depicted and how it's executed.

4. That's a tough one. Depends on my mood. Dresses take less effort - good for summer. Skirts take more patience to combine, which I have more of in winter.

5. Definitely movies. My patience for reading is really bad, but I'm making slow progress.

6. Coke.

7. Italian.

8. Night owl.

9. Depends on what it is combined with really. Some things just need vanilla, others need chocolate....

10. Haha. But it's a spectrum. Rather leaning towards introverted but sometimes I feel like being a bit more extroverted. Depends heavily on the environment too.

11. Hugs.

12. Never done either of those, but I'd choose hunting. I'd like to know how it feels to hold a gun.

13. I thought summer but I'm noticing I feel more at ease in winter.

14. Fall.

15. Depends. To live? Definitely urban. Vacation? If it's a short one I might go for rural.

16. PC.

17. Pale.

18. Cake.

19. Ice cream.

20. Ketchup.

21. Any pickles are good pickles.

22. Mystery.

23. Boots. I hate wearing sandals. The last time I wore sandals I was twelve and I haven't looked back since.

24. Silver. But sometimes gold.

25. Rock.

26. Dancing when I have excess energy. Singing for sadness, the breathing technique is really therapeutic.

27. I don't play either of those. But I'm planning to get into chess at some point in the future when I feel up to it.

28. Neither. But if I really have to choose I'd go with video games for the visual stimulation.

29. Neither. I don't drink.

30. Both are very cute honestly. Freckles + dimples.

31. Depends on what you pair it with.

32. .....if I feel up to it....body weight exercises.

33. Basketball.

34. Crossword puzzles.

35. I don't really care. It's just body hair. It's natural. No one dies if you have body hair. Both can feel and look nice.

36. Cubed ice. Then you can fish it out of your glass and put it in your mouth like a bon-bon. Very satisfying in summer.

37. Neither.

38. Any facial expression. They're all part of life.

39. I mean....bracelets I get to enjoy myself. Necklace....you know you wear it but you can't see it so it's a bit more wearing it for other people to see....so bracelet.

40. Fruit. Although broccoli is quite nice.

41. Sausage.

42. Scrambled.

43. Dark chocolate.

44. Tattoos.

45. Antique.

46. Both can be quite nice, dressing up or dressing down or trying to do both simultaneously.

47. Aliens.

48. Cats.

49. Pancakes.

50. Bond.

51. Sci-Fi.

52. Letters.

53. Neither.

55. Money.

56. Doing laundry.

57. Sharks.

58. Orange juice is superior by far!

59. Sunset.

60. A balance would be most efficient.

61. Pen.

62. Peanut butter.

63. I don't care.

64. Depends on the artworks whether I like detailed better or abstract.

65. Essay questions. I tend to overthink multiple choice.

66. Cautious.

67. Both.

68. Contacts for going out, glasses for staying home.

69. Laptop.

70. Classic.

71. Why?

72. Both?

73. Text.

74. I don't care.

75. Shower in the evening.

76. Depends.

77. I don't care.

78. Rent.

79. I don't wanna die yet.

80. Never tried chips ahoy, so Oreos.

81. Jello! And with vanilla sauce! <3

82. Truth.

83. Ferris wheel.

84. Denim.

85. Never tried it.

86. Muffins.

87. White.

88. Beads.

89. Carpet actually. For the feeling. But if I have to clean it, then Hardwood.

90. Bright colors.

91. I'm fine with where I'm at. By no means do I want to be younger again. I put so much work into getting my brain to where it is now. But I also don't want to be older, I'd miss so many of my experiences, if all were to happen in timelapse, I fear I couldn't catch up.

92. Nuts.

93. Picnic.

94. Black leather.

95. I don't care.

96. Ready, aim, fire.

97. Both can be good. Depends on the topics. Biographies are fun, but so are love stories.

98. Non-smoking for the health. But it can look very aesthetically pleasing in art and film and give more emphasis to certain reactions.

99. Think before talking. Although it's usually the other way around when I'm stressed.

100. Asking questions, if I find the other person interesting. Answering questions, if I don't find the other person as interesting.

100 this or that

1. Coffee or tea? 2. Black and white or color? 3. Drawings or paintings? 4. Dresses or skirts? 5. Books or movies? 6. Pepsi or Coke? 7. Chinese or Italian? 8. Early bird or night owl? 9. Chocolate or vanilla? 10. Introvert or extrovert? 11. Hugs or kisses? 12. Hunting or fishing? 13. Winter or summer? 14. Spring or fall? 15. Rural or urban? 16. PC or Mac? 17. Tan or pale? 18. Cake or pie? 19. Ice cream or yogurt? 20. Ketchup or mustard? 21. Sweet pickles or dill pickles? 22. Comedy or mystery? 23. Boots or sandals? 24. Silver or gold? 25. Pop or Rock? 26. Dancing or singing? 27. Checkers or chess? 28. Board games or video games? 29. Wine or beer? 30. Freckles or dimples? 31. Honey mustard or BBQ sauce? 32. Body weight exercises or lifting weights? 33. Baseball or basketball? 34. Crossword puzzles or sudokus? 35. Facial hair or clean shaven? 36. Crushed ice or cubed ice? 37. Skiing or snowboarding? 38. Smile or game face? 39. Bracelet or necklace? 40. Fruit or vegetables? 41. Sausage or bacon? 42. Scrambled or fried? 43. Dark chocolate or white chocolate? 44. Tattoos or piercings? 45. Antique or brand new? 46. Dress up or dress down? 47. Cowboys or aliens? 48. Cats or dogs? 49. Pancakes or waffles? 50. Bond or Bourne? 51. Sci-Fi or fantasy? 52. Numbers or letters? 53. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings? 54. Fair or theme park? 55. Money or fame? 56. Washing dishes or doing laundry? 57. Snakes or sharks? 58. Orange juice or apple juice? 59. Sunrise or sunset? 60. Slacker or over-achiever? 61. Pen or pencil? 62. Peanut butter or jelly? 63. Grammys or Oscars? 64. Detailed or abstract? 65. Multiple choice questions or essay questions? 66. Adventurous or cautious? 67. Saver or spender? 68. Glasses or contacts? 69. Laptop or desktop? 70. Classic or modern? 71. Personal chef or personal fitness trainer? 72. Internet or cell phone? 73. Call or text? 74. Curly hair or straight hair? 75. Shower in the morning or shower in the evening? 76. Spicy or mild? 77. Marvel or DC? 78. Paying a mortgage or paying rent? 79. Sky dive or bungee jump? 80. Oreos or Chips Ahoy? 81. Jello or pudding? 82. Truth or dare? 83. Roller coaster or Ferris wheel? 84. Leather or denim? 85. Stripes or solids? 86. Bagels or muffins? 87. Whole wheat or white? 88. Beads or pearls? 89. Hardwood or carpet? 90. Bright colors or neutral tones? 91. Be older than you are or younger than you are? 92. Raisins or nuts? 93. Picnic or nice restaurant? 94. Black leather or brown leather? 95. Long hair or short hair? 96. “Ready, aim, fire” or “Ready, fire, aim”? 97. Fiction or non-fiction? 98. Smoking or non-smoking? 99. Think before you talk or talk before you think? 100. Asking questions or answering questions?

#questions

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allllium · 2 days ago

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Loving the Boss's Daughter

- Spencer Reid x Reader!Hotch's Kid

- Thank you so much @fallout-girl219 for the suggestion and thank you all for 800 followers!!!!

- Fluff, Worried Spence, WC: 1,458

"Oh, he's gonna kill me. Why didn't I think of this before?" Spencer says as he places back and forth in front of Hotch's office.

"Spence, Honey, please calm down. He's not gonna hurt you." You reassure. Ever since you decided it was time for your dad to know about your relationship with Spencer, he's been freaking out.

The thought of Hotch disapproving of your relationship made him feel like a kid needing a parents permission to do something. Safe to say he's not anxious to get this done.

"Easy for you to say!" He exclaims in a whisper, "He's your father, he can't fire you."

"He's not gonna fire you!" You put your hands on your hips and shake your head softly, "I promise there is nothing to worry about. We're both adults, there's nothing he can do anyway."

Spencer goes to respond but you cut him off.

"Before you start with the firing you nonsense, and yes it's nonsense, he can't fire you for a relationship in your personal life. And he wouldn't want to." You stand in front of him to put your hands over his shoulders. You place a swift kiss on his lips and smile at him.

"I know." He tells you, voice soft. He places his hands around your waist and pulls you closer.

"Then why worry?" You ask him gently, brushing a few strands of hair away from his face.

He doesn't respond immediately. You take notice of the growing nervousness on his face and biting the inside of his lip.

"Spence, c'mon." You feel a matching amount of nervousness the longer he takes to respond."

"I don't want him to be disappointed." He finally explains, so quiet you barely hear it. You furrow your brows in a mix of confusion and upset.

"Disappointed?" you repeat, "Why would he be disappointed?"

His dark eyes meet yours, "I don't know if I'm exactly the kind of guy your dad would want you to be with."

"What? Spence, that's insane." You regret your words as he frowns, "No I mean-" you take a breath, "Spence you're incredible. I mean you're a genius, you have a great job, and you are kinder and sweeter than any other man I have ever met. You're exactly who any father would want their kid dating."

"That's really sweet." He places his forehead against yours.

"I mean every word." You smile brightly, moving back an inch or two to mess with his tie.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Stop, you're gonna make me blush." You joke, pulling all the way back and grabbing his hand. "Let's not keep the big man waiting."

Spencer laughs behind you as you lead him to your dad's office. You walk in without knocking and go to take a seat in front of his desk, all without him looking up, therefore, not noticing Spencer trailing shyly behind you.

"Dad. I have to tell you something." You announce, plopping down in the chair directly in front of him. Only once he hears your voice does he look up and see the lanky boy inches behind you.

"What do you need, Kid?" He asks you, pushing his work to the side to try and give you his full attention, "Reid." He nods to him in acknowledgement.

"Oh nothing. I just thought I should let you know that Spencer and I are in a relationship." You say plainly. You see no reason why you should drag out this conversation, with Spencer being as nervous as he is. You feel his hand on your shoulder and smile at your dad.

"Reid." He turns his attention. "Sit."

If Spencer wasn't nervous before he was now. You're not entirely sure what your dad's goal is at the moment. You know he feels fondly of the guy and he knows better than to do anything to hurt your relationship. You observe them both as Spence sits in the chair beside you.

Having a father in the FBI can be difficult, especially in a split home. Getting to this point in your relationship took too much time for him to throw it away.

"I hope this isn't a problem, Hotch." Spencer finally speaks, clearing his throat quickly once he finishes.

"Not at all." Hotch confirms blankly, "However, I do have some questions."

"Really?" You chime in. "Nothing about marriage or babies or anything else I don't approve of."

Spencer reaches over to hold your hand, placing them both comfortably on your thigh.

"Fine, I have one question."

"Okay, what do you want to know?" Spencer asks. Better to get it over with sooner. The sooner he can be out of this office and back in the comfort of his own home, with you, the better.

"Is this going to affect the quality of your work?" He doesn't allow either of you to respond before continuing, "You have made it quite obvious that something was going on and while I didn't expect my kid to be the cause of it, it has been noted. Getting distracted or basing more decisions off your partner isn't accepted, no matter who they are." You swallow harshly. It's a speech you have to hear now and will most likely hear more in the future, but it's not great thinking you might be the cause of someone's job ending.

Of course Spencer won't lose his job and if he does you won't be the cause of it, but overthinking is a bitch.

"I know, Hotch. I've really only been distracted because of this conversation but it won't happen in the future." Spencer replies, voice full of professionalism, if that's even a word.

"I don't think it will but it is something that needs to be said. This job is important-"

"Lay off a little will you." You interrupt. "I know for a fact you don't give this lecture to Morgan every time he gets a girlfriend. And you didn't lecture JJ when her and Will got together."

"You're my kid, it's different."

"I am, Spencer's not." Spence leans a little back in his chair as you and your dad talk. He rubs him thumb along the top of your hand but otherwise stays quiet and still. "Telling him how important his job is has nothing to do with our relationship which is the only reason we're here to talk."

He sighs deeply. "Fine you're right. I guess I got a little off track but only because I don't want anything to affect anything."

"You're too high strung. Stop worrying for a couple minutes and congratulate me and my boyfriend for our relationship." You instruct him. You don't blame him for the way he is, having such a tough job and all. But relaxing a little is good for everyone. And he has all the time in the world for a lecture.

"Congratulations on your relationship," he says with a small smile, "Neither of you could've picked anyone better."

You look over just in time to see your boyfriend's smile and a soft red tint coat on his face. He grips your hand just a tad bit tighter as his nervousness disperses.

"Thank you dad." You smile and stand. Dragging Spencer's arm up with you.

"Thanks Hotch." Spencer says, giving your dad a firm handshake. You walk hand in hand out of the office and with a click of the door behind, a deep breath makes its way out of the tall man beside you.

"Wasn't so bad was it?" You ask him while you both begin walking away from the office. You run your hand along his arm in a successful attempt at comfort.

"I don't know, for a moment there I wasn't sure what he was thinking."

"I did. He just worries too much and doesn't know how to put his feelings into words."

"Yeah I've noticed. He's very stone faced 99% of the time." He recalls all the years they've worked together.

"He cares a lot."

"He does. And he was right."

"About?"

"I really couldn't have picked anyone better."

"Oh, Dr. Spencer Reid, ever the sweet talker." You laugh, heat rising up your cheeks.

"It's true." He exclaims.

"I couldn't have either. Guess that makes us perfect for each other." He grins widely and kisses you cheek.

"Guess so. Even if you are incredibly cheesy."

"Hey you started it! Mr "I couldn't have picked anyone better." C'mon now." You try your best to imitate his voice but fail miserably with your words broken up between laughs.

"That's not how I sound at all!"

"Oh whatever you say sweetie." He grabs your wrist to stop you from walking.

"You bully me." He whispers with a light chuckle, pulling you in for a happy kiss.

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phantomspren · 20 hours ago

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I was just going to put this in tags but I'll put it here.

This is why I'm uncomfortable when people make sweeping generalizations about conservatives/Republicans.

On a fundamental level, I do disagree with the political beliefs that lead people to holding those labels.

But at the same time, there's such a huge difference between someone who is Republican because they think that we should have lower taxes, and someone who is Republican because they think rich white men are the only people worthy of rights.

When we make those blanket statements of "every Republican is racist" or whatever, we're making it less likely that those people are going to do stuff like this. Often it leads to people doubling down on their beliefs, even if they are inherently harmful.

You also have people like my mom. She is a registered Republican, born and raised in Idaho, super super Mormon.

She's a registered Republican because she thinks that society should be built to promote the family and help families thrive.

But she also supports universal healthcare.

I tell her all the things I think are cool about Harris and Walz and she's always like "wow, yeah, that is really cool!"

She's a high school teacher and because of that now supports gun control.

She doesn't give a shit that I'm aroace. (Haven't talked about gender stuff but I'd feel pretty comfortable bringing it up at this point to be honest.)

The thing is that the public/left awareness of the Republican party has shifted, following the people who are in power. Because those in power are getting more extreme.

There are people who have always held really extreme right-wing beliefs.

There are people like many who are voting for Trump who used to be less extreme, but have followed those in positions in power in gradually making their views more extreme.

There are those like my mom and dad who have some not great but far more reasonable beliefs who feel like the Republican party no longer represent them.

It's important to talk about those problematic beliefs that people like my parents hold, but at the end of the day they are genuinely good people. They've got internalized racism and homophobia and misogyny just like everyone else, but they're still good people.

Honestly even most hardcore Trump supporters are good people. (My grandparents voted for him! They're some of the kindest people I know!)

But if we just throw everyone under the label of "Republican" and then assume that includes things like homophobe, white supremacist, etc, you're going to end up with a lot of people who don't want to get behind what you're behind.

It's so much better, in my experience, to build a report, built trust, try to genuinely understand where the other person is coming from. I've talked to my Trump voting grandparents about trans people and they listened to me. I may not have changed their minds, but they have at least seen that other side from someone they respect.

That's going to go a whole lot more good in the long run than just calling them Republican and never talking to them again.

Of course there's more nuance than this, and if someone has like genuine beliefs that. Really really not great. Dump their ass. It's not worth it. There's a difference between someone who's a white supremacist because that's what they deeply believe, and someone who's just parroting what they saw elsewhere. The later deserve time and understanding, because they have the potential to turn into the former but aren't there yet.

And of course there are people like my mom. If she took a political compass quiz it would tell her she's liberal, hands down. Still a registered Republican.

Anyways, these are thoughts I've had for a bit and maybe I'll write something later that's a bit more planned out. Hope that makes sense.

And there's just a ton of nuance here that I can't get into because I've almost hit my time limit on Tumblr and I need to go take an exam. Plus it's dumb to expect me to elaborate on every possible way this could be misinterpreted. Just assume I kinda know what I'm talking about please, unless I accidentally said something blatantly incorrect. O7

Please vote tomorrow.

Be compassionate.

Imagine those around you complexly.

Think about my mom. :p

Have a cat picture for the road.

i'm a huge fan of Republicans, conservatives or however you want to be politically labeled choosing country over party. please let me see more stories. it's a brave thing to do this. even if you voted for him in both 2016 & 2020 but you changed your mind now, WELCOME. it's a massive deal to get out of any cult successfully & MAGA is no different. being filled with anger & hatred, & fear is intoxicating & honestly easier than choosing to do the right thing. i'm glad you saw the light.

check your registration status often & don't stop talking about Project 2025. they can pretend they're distancing themselves from it as much as they want but it's absolutely their policy. we can do this though if we just show up & VOTE. we got this 💙

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hanniebaeee · 2 days ago

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Care

Bang Chan x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MDNI

Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut

Summary: When you get back home after a hiking trip, your husband, Chan is there to take care of you. And you can't help but take care of him too.

The minute the door opens, you're dramatically falling into Chan's arms, dragging your backpack along the floor.

"Whoa, baby," he laughs, kissing the top of your head as you flop against him, burying your face into his chest, groaning.

"I think I'm dying, Channie. Everything hurts so much!" You wail, making him laugh.

"Aww my poor baby!" He coos, grinning, his hands running up and down your back, then slowly resting on your butt, before he gives a quick squeeze.

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling.

“Baby, I need a bath and, like, a lot of painkillers." You manage to say, trying to ignore the shiver that runs down your spine as he presses his lips to the crook of your neck.

"Nope, sit. I’ve got a better idea. Let me give you a massage." Chan is already leading you towards the couch.

You blink up at him, a little suspicious.

"Are you sure you wanna do that? I’m disgusting, like, two-days-of-hiking-and-barely-showered disgusting." You say, an eyebrow raised.

“Oh please-” he scoffs, helping you out of your hiking boots and sitting behind you.

He gets to work, kneading the stiff muscles in your shoulders and you let out a guttural groan of relief.

"Oh my god, Channie - right there. Ah!"

He chuckles, his breath warm against your ear.

"Do more of that and you'll have other things to worry about." He says, and you snort.

And as if to get back at you for that, he squeezes a particularly sore spot on your shoulder that has you moaning. His hands send waves of relief through muscles you didn’t even know were tense.

"Channie," you gasp, breath shuddering and tears stinging your eyes. "How come you've never given me a massage before?”

"You never asked for one, babe.” He replies, and you laugh through a sniffle.

"You're my official masseuse now," you manage. "Oh my God, right there-"

His hands drift lower, down the curve of your waist, his fingers pressing lightly into your lower back.

Your eyebrows shoot up.

“Baby," you say, trying to keep a straight face as his hands are on your butt again. “I'm pretty sure you don't usually massage-”

He snorts, laughter bubbling up in his throat.

"Oops, sorry! Guess I got a little distracted." He says cheekily, his fingers slipping under your shirt. "Did I go too low?"

“You can't go any lower, actually," you say, laughing. “You're supposed to help with my sore muscles, hubby dearest. Not make me sore for a whole other reason.”

"Can you blame me, I haven't seen you in two whole days!" He says, pulling you close and his hands go further up under your shirt.

Before you can protest, he’s pressing soft kisses along your neck, his hands slipping under your bra and cupping your breasts.

You shake your head, trying to keep your composure as you snicker.

"I'm sure you don't have to massage there." You say, biting your bottom lip as he kneads your soft breasts gently.

"They're mine!" he declares. "I'll do what I want with them."

You elbow him playfully on his stop. He groans, and says, “Do you want me to stop?”

“Didn't say that," You murmur, voice low.

“That's what I thought.” He says, smug.

You sigh and lean into his arms, putting your feet up on the couch because this massage may take a while.

“I stink, you know.” You remind him.

“Not even a little.” He mumbles against the back of your neck.

“You're crazy!” You laugh.

“Shut up, I missed you.”

“Can I at least take a shower?”

“Can I help?”

“Babe-”

“I'm helping, come on.”

“Chan, I swear you’re impossible,” you say, but your voice is soft and breathy as he scoops you up in his arms.

You’re laughing so hard by the time he kicks open the bathroom door. Chan sets you down and turns on the shower, testing the water with his hand.

“Alright, let's shower,” he says, tugging your clothes off with a smirk, not even bothering to hide the way his eyes shamelessly roam your body. “Hop in, princess.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think this shower is for you, not me.” You muse, eyeing him.

“I'm selfless.” He counters, and slides off his shirt with that little smirk he knows drives you wild. “Just helping my poor wife.”

You both step into the shower, the hot water washing away your aches and exhaustion like magic. You sigh blissfully as the water cascades over you.

Chan reaches for the soap, grinning devilishly as he lathers his hands and starts rubbing circles along your shoulders, your neck, your arms.

“Arms up,” he teases, and before you can even blink, his soapy hands are washing you.

You feel his hands slide down, lathering the soap on your breasts (a bit too long), and down your stomach and lower. He pulls you a little closer under the water, and you can’t help the way you shiver under his touch.

“You're enjoying this a little too much Mr. Bang.” You whisper, leaning into him just enough to feel him tense up.

He chuckles, biting his lip as he keeps you pressed close, his fingers brushing over your sides.

“You’re not wrong, Mrs. Bang,” he says, nipping your ear playfully, making you squeal. “But, if I get to take care of you and enjoy the view…”

The water washes over you both, and you’re still laughing as he helps you rinse off.

“Thank you, Channie,” you whisper, as his hands linger on your hips, pulling you closer.

“You're welcome, princess.”

Chan steps out of the shower first, and brings you a nice fluffy towel and wraps it around you gently. You watch as he wraps one around his own waist and starts to move out of the bathroom. You follow him slowly, and before he could say another word, you stand on your tip toes and kiss him.

He's surprised, but quickly melts into the kiss. He loves it when you take control, and his arms go around you, pulling you flush against himself.

“Get on the bed, Channie,” you whisper against his lips and Chan gives you a questioning look.

“On the bed, baby,” You say again, and he sits on the edge of the bed, looking up at you. His kiss swollen lips and wet curls melt your heart.

“Let me take care of you,” You say, kneeling in between his legs.

“What? No! You're tired-” Chan protests, but you're already opening the towel, and gripping at his hardening length.

His protests turn into a moan as you stroke him gently with your small warm hand. His eyes are focused on you as you give him a sweet smile before licking the tip of his length.

Chan struggles to maintain control over his body, breathing unevenly. And when you take him into your mouth, his eyes roll back in pleasure. He loves how your warm, wet mouth engulf him, your tongue swirling around the head.

You suck and tease, taking him deep. Chan’s hand fists your hair, guiding you as you bob your head. His body shakes, the sensation being almost too much to bear.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, his hips thrusting up gently.

You moan softly around his length, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through him. You look up at him through your lashes, and he is completely falling apart.

Chan's body tenses as you suck and stroke him. He feels his release approaching and he says, "I'm close."

You hum in response, your mouth working faster, your hand pumping him. With a final, desperate thrust of his hips, Chan hits his peak and he pulls out, throbbing and pulsing as his release spills on your lips and neck and chest.

Chan is staring at you, breathing heavily and trembling and you grin back at him, totally pleased.

“Was that good, baby?” you ask.

“Good?” Chan says, incredulously. “It was amazing.”

He falls back on the bed, trying to catch his breath as you giggle and clean up using the towel, before climbing into bed beside him.

“I missed you, Channie.”

“I missed you too, princess…”

#stray kids #skz #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x you #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #bang chan fluff #skz channie #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz smut #stray kids smut

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yanderefarm · 3 days ago

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Emil and Nephite me underrated loves

How do you think they’d both react to like extreme dirty talk outside of the bedroom? Like whispering filthy things into their ears when they’re supposed to be doing something (ie, Emil attending to kingly duties and Nephite helping at the church)

Also can I be 🐙 anon?

cw;; public sex, dirty talk, religion, omegaverse

this is so funny I've talked to you several times already now but i hadn't done this request yet. the same is true for mousey.

"you look so good tonight."

you allow emil to lead your body through the dance, your attention far more focused on the way his cravat made his chest pop. he can clearly tell you're distracted but he just smirks instead of commenting on your lingering eye.

"i appreciate that. you look exquisite yourself."

he turns you both as the other couples do so, the dance is light and relatively easy. your hand takes the opportunity to grip his muscles firmly, earning a choked breath from your husband.

"oh oops. is that where i grabbed you last night?"

his smile widened devilishly, a smile that made normal people tremble.

"yes, i believe so."

"what were we doing again..."

you heard his breath hitch.

"riiiight~" you squeezed the bruise again. "i was fucking you stupid."

"... dear."

he says it like a warning but you know it's empty.

"you looked so pretty and slutty with drool and cum dripping down your stupid face."

"(y/n)."

"your outfit would look even better stained in my cum too wouldn't it?"

his ears were burning and his golden hair fell further into his eyes like it was naturally trying to hide his embarrassment.

"can't wait til this stupid party is over... you're gonna gag on my cock like you love."

"please."

his dancing slowed as it became harder to move.

"please?"

".... i need you."

"we're at a party."

"i don't care."

you smiled and leaned your head against his chest. "I'll be nice and fuck your face after this dance. dirty slut."

that song seemed to last forever.

———

god, this cult event is so boring. nephite, your beautiful wife, is completely enraptured by the elder's words. and of course he had to pick the seats at the front so you had no hope of sneaking out. you let out another sigh, the third in as many minutes, before laying your head on your wife's shoulder.

"honey... I'm trying to pay attention."

he whispered like a scolding parent. you leaned your head the other way a pout on your lips. you heard the elder say something like "you need to let him come inside."

"that's what she said." you whispered to your wife with a little smile.

"what she said?? honey, im trying to listen."

he brushed you off again but instead of getting dejected you decided to tease him. make him regret picking the front row seats.

"y'know... like she wants him to cum inside~"

you watched your wife's cheeks burn a bright pink but he folded his lips pressing them tight against his teeth. oh he was gonna try to ignore you.

"y'know like last night... you begged for me to cum inside~"

your hand traveled from behind his back to brush across his thigh. you could see him jump his blush spreading further.

"you like it when he cums inside huh? filthy boy~"

"stop-"

he squeaked loud enough to draw some eyes to you two but you quickly pulled away from him and acted like you weren't even near him. luckily the deaf old man on the stage didn't notice. once the eyes wandered back to being bored you closed in around your wife again.

"don't be noisy... you want them to know you're being a perv in this sacred place?"

"y-you-! you're-you're the one being a p-perv!"

people looked at him again this time you pulled him closer to your chest and gave them a look to say you were sorry he was being noisy.

"c'mon, honey. be quiet or i won't cum inside when we're done."

you watched the dichotomy between his face looking at you incredulously and his thighs rubbing together.

"we could leave early... we could go to the bathroom. wanna sit here with my cum trailing down your thighs? your neck all marked and messy... your poor c-"

"please. please. (y/n), please."

you could see tears forming in his eyes as his face was completely red.

"please what?"

"wanna go home."

you smiled, proud of yourself.

#replies #sub yandere #yandere oc #yandere x male reader #top male reader #male reader #dom male reader #yandere x reader #alpha reader #yandere king #yandere cultist

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mind-intheclouds342 · 1 day ago

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Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly

Previous - Part 10 - Next

Daisuke: "Do you need anything else? I can give you my cookies if you like."

You were sitting in the bathroom, hugging your legs, your body trembling, you had a bucket of hot water and a cup to wet your body with it.

Daisuke was keeping you company outside, sitting and making small talk, trying to cheer you up.

Your body was covered in red marks from the number of times you had rubbed the sponge against your skin.

"It's not necessary"

Daisuke: "It wasn't your fault"

"I should have launched him into space when I had the chance."

Daisuke: "Like among us?"

His comment was so strange that you couldn't help but laugh for a second; it had caught you completely off guard.

"Exactly"

Daisuke: "Would you feel better if we do it now? Let's say he went out to fix the ship and got lost in space by accident!"

You kept laughing at his words, it made you happy to have him with you.

"Thank you for making me company"

You couldn't see him, but you were sure he was smiling with pride.

Daisuke: "Hey... he... you are not... You know...?"

That question brought you back to reality, looking at your body and sighing.

"No, I can't get pregnant Daisuke, don't worry about it."

Daisuke: "Anya told me everything and... I felt horrible... Useless... Maybe I could have done something and-"

"No one could do anything, it's not our fault for trusting people, the only one to blame here is Jimmy."

You finished rinsing off with water so you could go out and get dressed.

When he saw you leave, he got up from the ground to walk by your side.

Daisuke: "Are you going to launch him into space?"

"If you keep bringing up that idea, I'm going to give in to temptation."

You smiled at him to go check how the ship's trajectory was going; according to the calculations, there were only two weeks left to reach the station.

Daisuke: "What are you going to do when we get back home?"

"Well... I think I'm officially going to retire from space jobs... Maybe I'll dedicate myself to being a housewife during the day as a cover and a mobster at night to make money."

Daisuke: "Come on, tell me the truuuth" he said, laughing and pulling your arm.

"Well... I haven't thought it through yet, I've worked my whole life here, and now that they're going to fire us, I..."

Daisuke: "What would you like to do?"

You looked at him somewhat confused, as if you hadn't quite understood his question.

Daisuke: "You know! What did you dream you would be when you were little?"

"You're going to think it's stupid."

Daisuke: "Nooo! Of course not! I wanted to be a firefighter when I was little, but then I wanted to go to art school, although my parents didn't like that idea much at first - and when I couldn't get in, they got me this."

"....I wanted... to be a pastry chef"

Daisuke: "Seriously?? That's awesome! You should start trying when we get back!"

"Maybe I'll give it a chance..."

You stopped in front of the nursery and gave Daisuke a look to say goodbye to him before going inside of that room.

You went straight to sit next to Curly.

"I already know"

Those were your only words, and immediately he started to gasp, trying to speak to you but nothing came out of his mouth.

"I told you, for years, that man was a jerk, that he would only bring you trouble. You had to see his atrocities to believe it, didn't you? It had to hurt you for you to realize... You didn't listen to me, or to Anya... Now you'll have that on your conscience for the rest of your life."

You closed your eyes for a moment to avoid seeing him, but you could hear their sobs.

"I hope you have learned because... if something like this happens again... You can forget about me forever."

You lowered your head until you gently rested it on his chest.

"I forgive you... Because you have forgiven me when I have done horrible things... I forgive you... Because it's not your fault wanting to see the good in everyone but..."

You raised your gaze to look directly at his face.

"You can't make everyone happy, you'll always have to choose someone... Now you... Who do you choose?"

You were surprised when you felt his arm on your back, as if he were trying to hug you tightly, assuring you that he would always choose you.

#do it for them mouthwashing #mouthwash #mouthwashing #mouthwashing game #mouthwashing x reader #curly mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing #anya mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing #swansea mouthwashing #captain curly #captain curly x reader #mouthwashing curly

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orchidvioletindigo · 2 days ago

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I think if you truly love and care about transfems, as in you pay attention to and take seriously the shit that they experience, it's impossible to deny the reality of transmisogyny as an axis of oppression that works against them and only them in a uniquely terrible way.

I have a friend whose family kicked xer out for being transfem and who subsequently couldn't make use of homeless shelters because women's shelters wouldn't let xer in and men's shelters meant getting raped. My transfem friends who don't pass as women are afraid to be seen in public wearing or shopping for women's clothes because of the outsized threat of harassment or violence. One who can't pass as a man or a woman has to find places to jog that aren't alongside roads because it is so overwhelmingly common for passing motorists to verbally harass, stalk, or throw things at him. I made a post recently asking for any willing transfem mutuals to message me because there's a trans woman in my life who has been struggling so much for so long with TME people abusing, exploiting, and neglecting her that I felt lost and out of my depth on how to help her.

I'm a TME genderfluid person. I've been an AFAB woman and a transmasc person by turn and have experienced gendered violence on both personal and systemic levels. Nothing that I have been through or will ever go through comes close to the shit that the transfem people I personally know have had to survive. That's not something to deny for the sake of making myself feel better, nor a sin for me to wallow in; it's simply bleak reality.

We're wasting time and energy arguing over this while transfems suffer and die. I'm begging any TME folks who read this and who haven't understood or accepted it yet to put your pride and guilt down because this is a matter of life or death. I don't want to keep watching this happen to the people I love while folks who could be helping stand around plugging their ears or wringing their hands.

#transmisogyny discussion #misogyny discussion #transphobia discussion

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dailymanners · 2 days ago

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Most people who don't live under a rock can tell you that customer/employee relations have gotten more strained over the past four years.

I worked food service and retail pre-covid, so I know as well as anyone that there have always been difficult customers. But as per my pinned post a lot of evidence suggests there has been increased hostility, especially towards customer service workers, but if you work in a public facing customer service job you probably don't need any studies to tell you that, but having the evidence backed up by studies does help.

There's been some discussion on the why, with anything from "people lost their socialization and ability to behave themselves in public" to "covid affected people's brains and made them more aggressive" to "people were threatened by having rules enforced against them by people they felt should be below them, aka food service and retail workers" and it's likely some combination of the above.

But one thing I think is severely underdiscussed is that, at least in the Western countries I've lived in and/or have friends/family/loved ones living in, is it just me or have companies gotten lazy about giving their employees proper training??

I mean, years back, way before covid, even for minimum wage food service job, I'd get some sort of orientation and proper introduction and training to really make me feel prepared to answer customer's questions about the food and the company. There were people actually designated to train the newbies and answer their questions. So obviously I felt more competent and ready, and obviously I was better able to help the customers and do my job properly.

Now, "after" covid (which I know is still ongoing so for all intents and purposes let's define after covid as just meaning after the start of the pandemic and the shifts to society it's been causing) when I start a new job, whether it's retail or even an office job? I'm just thrown to the wolves. No proper orientation or training, nobody specifically designated to train me, just "yeah, you'll figure it out as you go, you can ask your co-workers if you have questions (ahaha but none of them are specifically designated to or being paid extra to train you so they'll get annoyed and snippy when you need help from them) good luck!"

And I ask around and a lot of people who have started new jobs after the start of the pandemic feel the same way. No proper training or guidance. Just lots and lots of mistakes resulting in lots and lots of pissed off customers.

I don't think this is a stretch to say this has contributed to worse relations overall between customers and employees. Customers are fed up that everywhere they go none of the staff know how to do their job (not saying this justifies being a jerk to customer service workers, ofc it doesn't!) and this results in employees everywhere being tense, stressed, and on edge. They don't know what they're doing, they can't get the proper help or guidance they need, and they're tired of being constantly snapped at by customers when they make a mistake and don't know what to do.

Nobody's happy. Something about the pandemic made companies more lazy about actually properly training their employees, and now everybody is stressed and unhappy about it, but the companies continue to get away with it.

#manners #good manners #courtesy #etiquette #politeness #submission

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cherubfae · 3 days ago

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𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔶? || {𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡}

tags: smut, NSFW, fem!reader, subby!James, dry humping, riding, blowjobs, James is more than a little pent up, reader wears a skirt and makeup fyi, established relationships, post SH2 events (no spoilers), breeding kink, mentions of wanting a family, praise

"gimme the wet cat man" we all say in unison

"I need it, baby.. I need it please.. I'm already begging... Please, don't make me wait any longer."

James looked so pretty, his cheeks flushed pink and lips sweetly glossed from a mixture of your saliva and sparkly silver lip oil. The marks from your lipstick trail down his chin, to his neck, and end just at the start of James's unbuttoned collar. His hands clutch the arms of the chair tighter. You told him he couldn't touch, he's trying to be a good listener... But you make it so fuckin' impossible looking as good as you do.

He's painfully hard beneath you. Cock throbbing desperately behind his jeans, which currently feel like a prison, he can't feel your wet pussy grind against him in the way he needs. Your stupid skirt is in the way, hiding from him exactly what he is desperate to touch, to lick, to fuck. But you're being mean, grinding that cute cunt up and down his clothed cock and not allowing him to see any of it.

"Please.. Need to see it.. I need to see how wet you are for me. You," James takes a pause to swallow a big gulp of air. "You know that I can't feel your pretty pussy through my clothes.. Please, baby. For me?"

Your heart almost aches at his words. Desperation muddled in his crystal blue eyes. He was being so good, so patient, letting you have your fun. You were successful at getting him nice and hard and ready. An easy job to do, admittedly. He was practically almost always ready for you.

"Alright, I'll have mercy on you, James." You're grinning wide, watching his shoulders visibly relax as you slide off of his lap. A noticeable wet patch of your combined fluids stains the crotch of his jeans, his cock hard and tented under the fabric. Sliding the zip down, you sink your hand past the opening, cupping him through his boxers.

James moans low, a desperate needy thing, rutting his hips into your palm. He radiates warmth and greed as his cock chases your hand when you pull away.

Already begging, "Wait-- baby, waitwaitwait--"

"Shh, love. Wouldn't you rather have the real thing?"

James immediately shuts up, nodding eagerly. His mouth drops open when you finally, finally tug down his jeans and boxers. His pretty cock, flushed pink and dripping, stands proud between his legs. His balls are heavy and swollen, twitching with sheer excitement, demanding your touch instantly.

Grinning, you wrap your lips around his leaky tip reveling in the moan that spills from his lip, luring you in like a siren's call and doubled your efforts. His hips stutter, hand pressing back against your nap to encourage you to take him a little further down that sweet, tight throat of yours.

"Yes.. Fuck, yes. It's been too long, baby. Too long." James sighs and tilts his head back, his thighs widening to allow you better access. He was correct, it had been a while since you two had been able to do anything as simple as relishing in the other's company.

Humming around his length, you take him down your throat fully. His heavy balls pulse against your chin, already throbbing, threatening to spill every last drop of cum he'd been storing inside of them. James often inadvertently blue-balled himself. He says it doesn't feel the same when he touches himself versus when you do it. Everything was so much more pleasurable with you, so it doesn't always cross his mind that he can do that instead of waiting.

"C'mere-- don't wanna cum yet," James grumbled, gently removing you from him only to tug you onto his lap, swollen cock notching at your wet entrance, his reddened tip sliding against your dewy folds. Two fingers slowly push and curl into your entrance, sliding in to caress your walls. He stretches you nicely on his thick fingers, thumb swirling at your achy clit. "God... So fuckin' wet and sweet f'me.."

Rocking yourself against his hand, your arms coil around his neck. James met your lips in a searing kiss, slowly removing his fingers to guide his cock to you, feeding his tip into you slowly. Keeping his fingers at your clit, James kisses you sweetly, whispering small praises against your mouth as you moan into each other. He was always a bit of a stretch.

"That's it.. Good girl, taking me so well. I know, baby, I know.. I'm almost in. Fuck!" James moans as he bottoms out, fingers still lazily circling figure-eights. Your little bud throbs, a moan billowing out of your throat. Hands gripping your hips, James guides you up and down his length, heavy balls soon thudding wetly against the crease of your ass. Wet skin smacking against each other, the sound of your coupling soon fills the room accompanied by both of your needy, wanton moans.

"James..!" You pant, burying your face at his neck. You sway your hips, slamming yourself down on him over and over again. His grip tightened on your hips, leaving crescent-shaped marks beneath his fingertips. He's greedy, kissing and sucking and moaning, trailing deep purple marks all over your pretty skin, nipping at you playfully.

Smiling, James pants, "Ride me, baby. Fuckin' ride me.." He moans and leans back, allowing you to attack his throat and Adam's apple with your own barrage of kisses and love bites. You double your efforts, James's hands move to grip your ass, kneading the globes as encouraged you to move faster. "Gonna cum inside. Want that, baby? Want me to fill you?"

His words were enough to make you clench around him like a vice. James groaned deeply by your ear, warm breath caressing your skin, gently nipping at your lobe. It had taken some time, but James had gotten pretty confident in how he expressed himself and his desires. The urge to start a family with you had become a primal need of his.

Nodding eagerly, you tighten your arms around him. Your hips meet his in deep, fervent thrusts whiny moans tore from your throat one after the other. Pressing tight circles to your clit, James is eager to make you cum before him. He wasn't sure how he'd made it this long without cumming.

"Yes! Please, please, please, honey!" You whimper, swiveling your hips and taking him as deep as you possibly can. You come first, a sharp cry echoing throughout your home as you gush for him. Pulling back, until James is nearly out of you, his tip barely touching your labia and then sinking down atop him in one fell swoop. James held you fast, dropping you onto his length repeatedly, chasing his eager, impending release.

Crying against your neck, James fucks into your hard and fast, slamming himself home one more time. He came with a shout, teeth sinking into the juncture of your neck and crushing you to his chest. His balls pulse, releasing every pent up drop inside of you until he's spasming and giving nothing.

Thrusts slowing to gentle, rhythmic sways James holds you to him, stroking his hands across your back. He brushes your sweaty hair back, running his hand down your bare body to your thighs where you still sit atop his lap; his member still deeply-seated inside of you. Pretty blue eyes dazedly searching yours with a small smile. It was amazing how much emotion could be held in two simple things like sensory organs. They truly were the window of the soul.

Breathlessly, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "Still with me?"

"Always." You grin back, sharing a soft kiss.

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waffle-runian · 2 days ago

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Not to diverge much, or to hijack the conversation, but I'm gonna write about "translating art" a bit. I hope that it makes sense.

So, this feels like when I first started reading fantasy. Writing is a form of art that I love very much, so I remember a lot about my first impressions and all. I specifically remember reading a book about magic, the first book I bought because I wanted to read and nothing else. It was in a world where magic would be a focal point, get described with care and detail. Then idk, a popular book series about a demigod teenager that could control water, and what do you know? The water was described in full, the friendship, different dialogues, puns, the color of the eyes.

Then I read another series, this one about a boy with a dream and with a reality that made it difficult for him to pursue it, of course, the description of his sadness was longer too, his physical attributes were important, and they got a lot of attention, but not all the time either, and not really that in depth. What got the most attention were the comparisons, where he came short, and where coming short of something was being ahead on other things.

I remember reading a book following the story of a bard. It was art about art itself, in my opinion. Everything was described vividly. Stunning visuals, I could almost hear a song that doesn't even have a melody, I could grasp the process of creation without creating. It was something I was very bad at, after all. The author could make anything look beautiful and magical, even when it was the most ordinary of things.

Then came the magic. Well, part of it. It was logic, almost physics-like, followed hard rules, and you guessed it, the process of creation through it was also interesting. But then came the magic. Again. The magic that was hinted at, the soft kind, the magical kind, the one you have been preparing for up until now. The one that would require you to appreciate the art in order to understand, to appreciate everything as an artist. To see beyond what it is, what it is made of, what it looks like. To see inside, to see what it can be, what it represents and what it wants. In a way, to see it for what it _is_ (a different "is").

From top to bottom

Mage - Raymond E. Feist.

Percy Jackson - Rick Riordan

Ranger's Apprentice - John Flanagan

The name of the Wind - Patrick Rothfuss.

Rothfuss' writing isn't for everyone in a different way than the others. I don't know if I could explain it if I tried, but honestly? I feel great that it's something fewer people appreciate. This is, obviously, my take on those books. The actual intent behind it may differ strongly, but I don't think it matters, since art is something normally made to provoke thought and feelings. We hope the audience can get close to what we meant to say, but when they don't, we are happy that they got to experience something positive from our words/drawings/songs, etc.

I see his as the most complex out of these, the one that resonated the most with me, I guess? Probably because of the main character being the most relatable. And if just the eyes that tell the story can change so much about it, shouldn't we put much more thought into what our art could look like for people that can't "see" it the same as us? Like I already said, most of the time, your meaning will be lost, so, if you're "translating" art, how can you get close to this new audience's heart?

I mean, translating is all about that too. You can't just use the best words you think of and be done. Brazilian dubbing is famous for making jokes almost never fall flat.

If you localize the joke, you get a better reaction than when you explain the joke that only works in the original language (even though I am the kind of person that learns a language to appreciate the original material instead, and that's the reason I speak english.)

Anyway, if I got something wrong, just correct me, and if I don't get it, I'll ask.

"In recent years, there has been a rush on the internet to supply image descriptions and to call out those who don’t. This may be an example of community accountability at work, but it’s striking to observe that those doing the most fierce calling out or correcting are sighted people. Such efforts are largely self-defeating. I cannot count the times I’ve stopped reading a video transcript because it started with a dense word picture. Even if a description is short and well done, I often wish there were no description at all. Get to the point, already! How ironic that striving after access can actually create a barrier. When I pointed this out during one of my seminars, a participant made us all laugh by doing a parody: “Mary is wearing a green, blue, and red striped shirt; every fourth stripe also has a purple dot the size of a pea in it, and there are forty-seven stripes—”

“You’re killing me,” I said. “I can’t take any more of that!”

Now serious, she said it was clear to her that none of that stuff about Mary’s clothes mattered, at least if her clothes weren’t the point. What mattered most about the image was that Mary was holding her diploma and smiling. “But,” she wondered, “do I say, Mary has a huge smile on her face as she shows her diploma or Mary has an exuberant smile or showing her teeth in a smile and her eyes are crinkled at the edges?”

It’s simple. Mary has a huge smile on her face is the best one. It’s the don’t-second-guess-yourself option."

--Against Access, by John Lee Clark, a DeafBlind educator

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sulumuns-dootah · 2 days ago

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WHB characters boyfriend HCs

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

A/N: Written mid October as a way to make myself feel better. Might turn this into a series, if anyone is interested ^^

Characters: Satan, Paimon, Beelzebub, Gusion, Michael

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Bike rides and bar dates - I can just imagine going for a drive through Gehenna's streets, tightly holding onto Satan so you don't fall off a the high speed (Just like Minhyeok when Juno drove him to school in chapter 6)

Okay, on the theme of bars: kinda funny but I imagne him holding his hard liquor much better than something with little-to-none alcohol

Lots of lovebites and hickeys

Despite stuggling to sleep normally, when you're with him, it's the exact opposite and whenever you cuddle, he's out within minutes

His love language is bullying

During his depressive episodes, you're the only one he'll let near him

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That horn style might as well be called handlebars, bc you sure will be holding onto dear life ( joke stolen from Trixie Mattel)

He has a thing for when someone rides his boots

Kinda obvious one, but a lot of BDSM in the bedroom

If you're a monsterfucker, he wouldn't mind changing into his other form for you

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Shopping dates!!

If you wish to, your relationship can be fully off social media despite Pai practically living on them

Matching stuff!

Loves doing your makeup (even if you don't wear any)

Café dates!

Ultimatelly, you're their new photographer for their posts

Overall the vibe of your relationship really gives me the two best friends who also fuck vibes

Every night is a slumber party!

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If you get periods, they'll make sure you have all the stuff in the world you might need

And if you require some special attention down there, they're more than excited to make you feel good

I can imagine a lot of roleplay with cute outfits for the both of you

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Even when you're not with each other, there's at least a fly following you around to make sure you're okay

His clones do prove useful for more than just sex - putting new fitted sheets onto your mattress? done and done!

Every date is in a new location you never even knew about

Despite his memory being shit, he'll remember all the important and small things: your favorite scent? favorite dish? flower? yep, all memorised or turned into a tattoo on his inner wrist!

Oh, speaking of tattoos... You two get a matching one to seal the deal on your relationship

Instead of proposal with a ring, Beel proposes with a piercing needle and giving you the choice of what he'll pierce (you can even pick multiple spots!)

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Let's get the obvious out of the way: Yes, he loves eating you out so much he'd spend the next century between your legs

And yes, you can say goodbye to deodorants/perfumes

Surprisingly not into food play tho... If you look any more yummy, he might actually eat you :D

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Workaholic baby :(

Like seriously, you sometimes have to cleverly lure him away from his math problems

If you're a student, you've won the jackpot! He might not be an expert in your field, but he knows how to help you learn

Gaming nights with some insane hard puzzle games

A cute scenario: Gus taking off his glasses before leaning down to kiss you deeply

I already mentioned this in my post about confessing a crush to him, but he might neglect you a bit from being so into his work so make sure to sound off and let him know

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Someone gets a bit hot and bothered after your study session together

Ooh! I absolutely can't forget a good ol' teacher/student roleplay

He's most likely originally from Gehenna bc of how horny he got from the thought of having a headache, so I HC that he'll come seek you out after getting one to fuck the life out of you

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His hair is 100% pure silk

Your relationship probably started with Mikey first seeing you and not being able to read you, so he decided to keep his remaining eye on you to see what's the story with you

Somehow ended up accidentally(?) falling for you

He's definitelly the most likely demon to get unhealthily obsessed with his s/o

A lot of attachment issues after loosing God and Lucifer

That mom friend for sure (even literally a mom - kinda makes me wonder how he'd react to all the lesser angels he made giving him Mother's day card)

One daydream plot i came up with is that if I were in Hell and Michael showed up, I'd just pretend to be fully delulu that he's into me, but isn't ready to tell me yet The whole "Aw, you came to see me? Does that mean...? that you're ready to confess to me...?" He'd just get disgusted and leave and then everybody claps

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Kinda obvious, but he's iffy about sexual subjects at first

Still doesn't mean he hasn't thought a few times about breaking out of his chastity cage

Once you break down his restraints, he's maybe even freakier than some demons in Abaddon

Maybe there's a good reason God locked his angels up

Okay, hear me out: Michael x MC x Raphael (yes, death is almost guaranteed, but what a way to go!)

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb satan #whb paimon #whb beelzebub #whb gusion #whb michael

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Do you ever get stuck in a procrastination loop as part of your ADHD? Like if the thing isn't critically important with a rigid deadline you just keep thinking well it's too much effort or I don't have the time or I'm too busy etc. I haven't been diagnosed but I suspect and this is such an annoying loop

Thanks for your open discussion about your experience. It's been encouraging me to follow in your footsteps (whenever I quit procrastinating and do it that is)

I do sometimes -- more before I had medication -- but I've always treated it as....well, there's a process I call triage, there's probably a less brutal term for it. It's part of triage.

So, pretty much anything I need to do, from doing the dishes to making a doctor's appointment to, I don't know, repainting the bathroom, goes into my digital to-do list, which I keep in Google Tasks. I consult this list multiple times a day, anytime I've lost the thread of what I should be doing or find myself with free time. I generally arrange it each morning so that important/deadline stuff is near the top, but between those items I give myself breaks, so like I might be working on a deliverable for work, but once that's done the next task isn't the next document I need to do, it's something that I would find easier or more enjoyable (say, cooking lunch) . So naturally, stuff that isn't important AND I don't want to do gets bumped to the very bottom.

But that's okay, because the important stuff got done, and the unimportant but enjoyable stuff got done. That's triage -- prioritizing things in a way that makes life livable.

Now, at the end of the week I often just have a list of shit I don't want to or have to do, but that tells me I need to put more focus on those for next week. On Friday afternoon I often move at least one of those things to the weekend to-do list, or I mark it as a priority for the following week. It may not get done promptly, but it's now slightly more important in my mental filing cabinet.

We can't do everything all the time. If you're busy or tired or it's unpleasant that's not necessarily procrastination -- that's prioritizing things that your energy is better spent on. It's good to work on how to get out of that loop -- but also good to give yourself some grace and time to rest.

#sam has adhd #adhd #procrastination

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marvelfanfics1 · 2 days ago

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story time on how the reader got lost in the mall w rafia and the aftermath ?

Rafe and Sofia just wanted to have a 10 minute break from walking, so you can eat a small snack and they can sort out their things.

As they are searching through the amount of shopping bags for Rafe's wallet that he slipped into one of them in a haste after leaving the last store you were in.

"I swear I've put it in here somewhere..." He mutters, rummaging through the different bags furiously.

"Stop, you ain't gonna find it like that, let me-" Sofia starts but you tune their voices out when a store caught your attention, getting up from the bench you're sitting on beside the both.

A minute later Rafe finally found his wallet holding it up. "Got it. A'ight, where did you want to go next baby?" He asks, lifting his head to look at you, his heart dropping when you're not there, patting Sofia's shoulder. "Babe, where is she?"

Sofia furrows her brows turning her head to where you're supposed to be, her eyes widening. Both of them instantly stand up, their eyes scanning through the crowds of people for any sign of you.

Rafe's running a hand over his buzzed head while Sofia pulls out her phone, trying to call you but sighs when she hears your phone ringing in her bag, remembering that you gave it to her earlier so you wouldn't lose it somehow.

"Rafe, what if she's regressed? What if-" She starts to worry until Rafe places his hands on her shoulders.

"Hey, hey, don't freak out on me now. We'll find her, okay?" He assures her. "She can't be far, let's go."

Grabbing the bags, they start to search for you, walking a little faster and looking into various stores when they see you in a toy store, standing in front of a shelf that holds tons of stuffed animals.

"Thank god." Rafe sighs in relief, quickly making his way over to you and before he could start scolding you Sofia pulls you into her arms.

"Sof, look they have a pink bunny here!" You smile as she hugs you tightly, completely oblivious that you worried them beyond belief.

Sofia pulls away to cup your face in her hands, squeezing them together a bit. "You scared us, baby."

"Huh?" You furrow your brows, not understanding what she's talking about, feeling Rafe place his hand on the back of your head to pull you slightly closer and plants a kiss on top of it before pulling back to look down at you.

"You just ran away without telling us. We were worried about you, kid." He explains, his tone is a tad firm but not too much, knowing you didn't mean to worry them so much.

"M'sorry..." You mumble, now lowering your gaze to the ground in shame. "Jus' wanted to look at the plushies."

"Everything's okay now, at least we found you quickly." Sofia soothes your guilt, kissing your cheek in reassurance. Afterwards she turns her gaze to the bunny you wanted to show her.

She shares a look with Rafe and he rolls his eyes jokingly, grabbing the pastel colored bunny from the shelf. "This one looks a bit lonely here don't y'think? Better take it home." He says, handing it to you, a smile tugging on his lips when you smile again before going to hug him and he pats your back.

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