Why You Are Lovable.

The Burnt Rose

Prompt:  

Imagine you’re a Victorian woman and somehow end up betrothed to Sherlock. It was not your doing, but you are not unhappy about it because he seems respectful, polite and rather gentle, on top of being incredibly handsome.BUT as soon as you get married and you are his, he changes completely and he becomes a dark, primal beast with you.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female Reader (2nd person pov)

Word count: 1k

Warnings: 18+, smut, Dub!Con, deflowering, rough possessive primal sex, biting, arranged marriage, breeding kink, creampie.  

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

A/N: Thank you lovely anon for this amazing prompt. I was having an emotionally stressful day and writing this one-shot helped me deal with my pain. I do love writing about the darkness in Sherlock, so this was great to work on. Many thanks to @agniavateira​ my close friend and muse who beta’d this story.

Title: The Burnt Rose

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‘eat the frog' method

Hi all, it’s werelivingarts. I just stumbled across this method called ‘eat the frog’, which means you get the most difficult or important task out of your way first. I actually have been using this method for a long time, hope this post gives you a new way of managing your time and productivity! 😜

“If it’s your job to eat a frog, it’s best to do it first thing in the morning. And if it’s your job to eat two frogs, it’s best to eat the biggest one first.” – Mark Twain 

Heyy, hope you're having a great day!

I just watched 'Animals' mv by maroon5 and was in my dark!Steve feels so...may I please request a serial killer dark!Steve stalking the reader, killing others & hiding it in his basement and seducing reader by acting like a nice golden boy 🙈👉👈

Thanks🖤

Title: Judge, Jury

Pairing: Serial Killer!Steve x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Everything he’s done, he’s done for you.

Warnings: descriptions of violence (non-graphic), dubcon, stalking, mentions of past sexual assault/rape and trauma, mentions of past child-abuse, manipulation, dubcon, unprotected sex, overstimulation, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, dead dove: do not eat for the love of god—

A/N: WHEW!!! so firstly, i loved this request, and i’m so sorry it took me so long to crank it out! this one’s clocking in at just under 9k words, so i hope it was worth the wait! i got OBSESSED with the idea of yandere!Steve trying to right all the wrongs in reader’s life, and, well… this is what came of it. PLEASE let me know if i’ve missed any warnings or tags! This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! MINORS, DNI!!! 😘

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“Shhh. Please, don’t make this harder than it has to be.” his voice is a whisper, barely audible underneath the clanging of the pipes, and the muffled whimpers making it through the gag. “You’re not asking anything new, you know.” he says, his eyes sad, almost sympathetic as he regards the middle aged woman cowering before him.

Her hands are tied to one of the rusty pipes behind her, and when she continues to whine, he grabs her face. “I said quiet.” she silences herself with a sniffle. “Thank you.” he leans away, resting his hands on his knees as he squats down. “You’re asking why you, right?” the knife in his hand moves easily between his fingers as he plays with it idly. “Why you’re here, what you did.” he cocks his head. “But you know what you did, don’t you Marilyn?”

Her eyes widen at the sound of her own name, and her struggles renew themselves. Steve presses the blade against her cheek, hard enough for blood to well along the blade. “You know what you did.” he looses the gag, knowing the moment he does the pleas will start. Steve doesn’t mind that so much—after all, he’s the one sending them to meet the God of their choice, he doesn’t mind acting as the priest to their confessor.

“P-please, I d-don’t know what you’re t-talking about,” she blubbers, and it makes the anger swell rapidly in his chest. He nicks her other cheek with the knife.

“Don’t lie to me, Marilyn.” he spits her name like a curse. “I know you remember.” He tilts her face up with the flat of the blade, wanting to see the recognition bloom in her eyes when he speaks your name. And it does. “You remember now?”

“I d-don’t, I d-d-didn’t—” she blubbers, and Steve knows by the guilty look on her face that she did, and she does. “P-please, Steve—”

“Oh, you remember me now, Mar?” he asks. “You remember how you took her from me?” he growls. “How you treated her?” he’s holding her throat now. “Foster home to foster home,” he growls, his grip tightening until she’s sputtering. “And every time she came home to you, the fucking men you never watched close enough? They got to her.” the curses slip from his lips unbidden, and Steve squeezes—and then regains control, releasing her. Marilyn coughs, and looks up at him fearfully.

“Please.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll jog your memory some more, we’ll remember it all together.”

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The first time he sees you, he doesn’t really believe you’re the same girl he used to pick flowers for. You’ve grown up so much since he’s last seen you, and he knows you don’t recognize him either. He was so small then, so skinny and fragile, he knows you won’t reconcile that memory with the man who’s just happened to be at the coffee shop at exactly the same time as you for the past three weeks.

Or at least, that’s what he thinks.

“Steve?” your voice is tentative, questioning. His heart is pounding—you hadn’t noticed him before, your eyes glossing over him as though he was just part of the scenery. He’d been intending to come up to you soon, to re-introduce himself, but it seems like the wires have finally untangled, and you see the boy he used to be in the face of the man he is. “Steve, is that… is that you?”

He flicks his eyes up to yours, widening them in faux surprise. He says your name softly, slowly, like he’s drawing it up from the depths of his memories. You can’t know he’s been saying it every single day since you left, and thought of you just as often. “I can’t believe it’s you.” he says, allowing a small smile to grace his lips.

“I just moved back for work,” you reply, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I just, well I saw you, and I couldn’t believe it was you.” you gesture at him. “You’re huge!” you say, and he laughs. He doesn’t tell you that he had to get big, that he had to get strong—so he could find you. So he could protect you.

So he could hurt everyone who hurt you—and that was quite an extensive list.

“I couldn’t let Buck keep calling me punk forever,” he says, and pats the seat next to him. “Do you have a minute?” he asks, knowing that you do. It’s Tuesday—you always get a late start on Tuesdays.

“Totally.” the collar of your t-shirt slips down a little as you move to sit, and Steve sees the shiny flesh of your scar poking out from underneath it. He forces his face to remain neutral, but he can’t stop his fists from clenching angrily at the memory of it. You see his eyes dip, and your own follow their path, your hand coming up to lightly touch the skin before adjusting your shirt. “Still have it,” you joked, though your voice was strained, just a little.

Steve remembers that scar—and the man who gave it to you. His eyes go dark for a moment at the memory. I should have made her scream longer. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s okay. Not like you weren’t there, right?” you shrug, as though unaffected—but Steve knows you. Knows you better than you know yourself—knows you won’t use a curling iron anymore, not after that. He hears the ice clink in your glass as you lift it to your lips, and his eyes follow the delicate movement of your throat as you swallow. “But enough about all that. How are you? I…wow.” you gesture at him again, that sweet smile back on your face.

He loves that smile.

“Well, I went into the service, but you already know that.” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck in a show of nervousness. “That toughened me up pretty quick.” It was only when he came back to find you gone, and Marilyn’s next foster-paycheck already set up in your room that he regretted ever signing up. “And now I do security work.” your eyes light up with interest.

“Wow. Like a bodyguard? That’s really cool, Steve.” you punch his arm lightly, the way you used to when he was six inches shorter than you, and ten pounds lighter, like the years hadn’t separated you at all. “I told you you’d have a cool job one day.” your mirth sparks his own, and he laughs with you.

“What about you?” he asks, though he already knows the answer.

“Well, you know I still paint,” you said, lifting up your hands. He could still see the paint staining the cuticles of your nails and the pads of your fingers. “But I’ve got a day-job at the Met, so not too shabby.” you reply, dusting off your shoulder jokingly as you giggle. “Sometimes they even let me see the art before it goes out to the exhibits.”

“And you said my job was cool.” his chest feels full to bursting, and he’s so happy he almost doesn’t remember how hollow he’s been without you. “I can’t believe it’s been eight years.” he wants to touch your hand, wants to feel your soft, warm skin under his palm, but he knows it’s too soon. It isn’t for him—he’s been thinking about this day for eight years—but it is for you. His hand twitches with the effort of not touching you, and you smile at him obliviously.

“Ditto. It feels like just last week I watched you get on that bus.” your coffee is long cold by now, but Steve can see you’re not thinking about that, you’re thinking about him, and it’s perfect because that’s all he wants. He grins at you, and makes a show of digging his wallet out of his jeans, holding up a finger. He opens it, and slides out the faded polaroid he’s kept there all these years. You gasp. “No way. You do not still have that.”

“Oh, I still have it.” he hands it to you, and watches your eyes get just a little glossy as your fingers trace the image gingerly. He’s seen the picture so many times, he doesn’t have to look at it to see it perfectly in his mind’s eye.

It’s you and Steve, in a cheesy photo booth at Coney Island, your cheeks blown out like a goldfish, and your eyes crossed as you make bunny ears behind Steve’s head. He hadn’t been ready for the picture, and the flash had caught him staring adoringly at you, his lips slightly parted. It was the same day he’d left—you’d dragged him on that long subway ride down to the beach, saying he needed good memories to take with him.

It’s his favorite picture.

You hand it back, your voice thick with the tears he knows you won’t shed. “I can’t believe you kept that.” you wipe at your eyes, before laughing. “That’s a shit picture of me.”

“It’s the best picture of you.”

You look as though you’re going to say something else, when your eyes stray to the clock behind his head. “Crap. I gotta go, I shouldn’t have stayed this long,” you lament, slapping your palm to your forehead. Steve wants you to stay, wants to spend all day with you like this, but he knows he can’t, not yet.  He’s been patient so long—he can wait just a little longer. He watches you dig your phone out of your pocket. “Give me your number so we can hang out again?” you ask, and he nods, tapping it in and saving it. You call his phone, waiting for it to ring and then ending it. “There, now you have mine too.”

You smile as you get up from the table, and Steve’s chest aches. “I can’t wait to see you.”

“It’ll be just like old times,” you say, waving at him as you head for the door.  It won’t be, though.

He won’t let it.

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Steve loves the choked gasp of fear they always give when they wake to find themselves not at home. It’s always the same—people are so predictable, he knows that now. Paul peers up at him with the same terror that Marilyn did a month ago, and Steve relishes it.

He deserves to be afraid.

“I’m sorry you had to wake up like this,” Steve replies nonchalantly, because he really isn’t. “But I’m afraid this really couldn’t wait any longer. It’s already been years, so I figured it was time for you to pay the piper.” Paul was easy to track down, not like Marilyn, who moved three states over to continue her foster-mother racket. He’s stayed in exactly the same place, like he was just waiting for Steve to find him.

He says something, but it’s muffled by the gag. “Speak up.” Steve replies, tugging it down.

“What the fuck do you want?” he asks hoarsely, and Steve grins.

“That’s a good question, Paul. I want you to think.” he says, watching as the older man flinches uncomfortably as hot steam rattles the pipe he’s bound to. “I want you to think about what you did ten years ago.” his eyes widen, panicked.

“I didn’t do anything! I’m a good man, a good father—” Steve brings his heel down roughly on Paul’s knee, pressing hard until he hears a satisfying crack. Paul screams, his cries dying down to whimpers as Steve kneels in front of him. He’s brought props this time, purchased especially for Paul. He watches Paul’s eyes widen impossibly more and his chin begin to tremble as he removes the curling iron from its place on the table. “What—”

“Good men don’t do what you did, Paul.” he twirls the curling wand between his fingers. “Good men don’t do that to little girls.” he reaches behind Paul to plug in the iron, and then places it in his lap. “Good men don’t force themselves on teenage girls in the bathrooms of their own homes, Paul.”

“She wanted it—” Steve knows he’ll regret his lapse in control later, but he can’t stop his fist from connecting with Paul’s jaw, and he wonders how many bones he’ll break before he gets to the real punishment.

“She still has that scar.” Steve snarls, his hand tangling in Paul’s greasy hair as he forces him to look up at him. “Still fucking has it. Because you wouldn’t even let her unplug the goddamn thing.” Paul shifts uncomfortably, trying to dislodge the heating iron in his lap, but if Steve is good at anything it’s knots, and his struggles prove fruitless. Steam rises from his clothes, and then the smell of burnt cloth begins to permeate the room.

“Please, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll do anything—” his pleas devolve into screams as Steve stands up, dusting his knees off. “PLEASE!” Steve ignores him as he heads for the stairs.

“I’ll be back tomorrow. Let’s see if you’re more honest then.”

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“Steve!” your voice soothing to his soul, like cool water on a hot day. He turns, schooling his expression into one of surprise. He turns, a smile already on his face. Seeing you in your work clothes makes his throat a little dry. You still looked like the young woman he remembered when you were wearing your casual clothes; shorts, a t-shirt—but in your form fitting pencil skirt, your blouse with just one button undone, and your hair swept into a knot on your head… It was making him think unsavory thoughts.

Like whether you would cry if he ripped the buttons on your blouse to palm the perfect tits he knew were underneath. Whether you’ll scream his name or sob it—he wants you to scream it. “You told me you worked at the museum, so I figured I should come take a look.” he replies with a bashful smile.

“Checking in on me, eh? Think I need a security detail?” you joke, and he nods.

“Of course. The pretty ones always do.” your eyes widen a bit at the compliment, and he watches you bite your lip the way you do when you’re embarrassed. “I was thinking maybe we could do some catching up when you got off?”

“Oh totally! I’m actually done here in like thirty minutes or so, if you don’t mind waiting…?” he watches you glance back at the info-desk worriedly, as though you’ll be penalized for leaving your post.

“Of course.” He’s so excited to see you, the time passes without him even feeling it. “Dinner?” Steve asks when he meets you back in the main lobby at closing time. “You must be hungry.”

“Starving, honestly.” you admit, holding your belly. “I didn’t get a lunch break today and I’m pretty sure my stomach has turned itself inside out.” Steve grins. “What about you?”

“Famished.” Most of the restaurants near the museum are fancy, with at least an hour wait for a table, something he already knows. “Why don’t we just hang out at my place? We could order takeout.” he suggests, knowing you still feel safe enough with him to go. The thought makes his chest clench, because it’s all he wants, all he’s ever wanted. Because he’s the only person you’re ever really safe with, the only one who can protect you.

“Okay, why not. Where d’you stay nowadays? I’m assuming you’re not staying in the ass end of Ridgeway anymore.” you say, laughing. It’s a joke, but it’s also a way of gathering information. He knows you want to know if he’s living close to the old neighborhood still, so you can steel yourself against the memories. Steve wishes he could take that pain from you—but it’s the one thing he can’t save you from.

So he just punishes the people that gave you the memories instead.

“No, no,” he laughs, shaking his head. “I’m in Bed-Stuy now.” he makes a show of checking his watch for the time. “There’s a good Thai place, and if we call now, it should be ready by the time we get there.” you grin at him, disbelief written plainly on your features. You can’t believe he still remembers your favorites.

“God, how do you still know me so well?” you ask, jiggling his arm playfully with your elbow as the both of you head for the train station.

“I never forgot you.” he says, watching your face contort as you try to reign in the surprise. He knows you don’t want to remember, but that you can’t forget either.

“I didn’t forget you, Steve.” you say softly, grabbing his hand. “You were the one who showed me I could… that I could leave.” he wants to shout that you should have waited for him, should have trusted that he would come back for you, that he was going to—but he doesn’t. He swallows the anger and the betrayal because he knows it isn’t your fault. You couldn’t have stayed in that hellhole, not without him there to protect you.

You’re back now, and that’s what’s important. He squeezes your hand reassuringly. “I know you didn’t.”

The train is crowded, which he doesn’t mind, because it forces you to stand close to him, letting him inhale the scent of your skin, which is different and still oh-so-familiar. He’s reminded of all the train rides he’s taken with you prior to this moment, how they led him, inexorably to the now, where he’s standing in front of you, so close to finally having you the way he needs. The way he deserves.

They way you both deserve.

He was right, the food is ready by the time you arrive, and he insists on carrying it, ignoring your protests. His heart pounds as he leads you up the stairs. You’re trailing behind him, looking up at the large brownstone with no small amount of awe.

“You… rent?” you ask tentatively, and he shakes his head.

“One good thing about the army, I at least got paid enough not to have to worry about housing when I got back.” he knows you’re too sensitive, too fragile to know just what he did while he was gone—all the blood on his hands—but he’d do it again, and gladly. Because he needed to do it, needed to learn how to take a man apart with his hands so he could do it to protect you. He doesn’t mind, because it’s for you. So that you can be safe.

You kick your shoes off in the entryway, and Steve heads for the kitchen, putting the food down. You poke your head into the kitchen. “Bathroom?”

“Down the hall, it’s the second…no, third door on your right.” Steve replies. It’s like a dream—you’re finally here, in his home. You’re finally back where you belong, and he’s…happy. For the first time in a long time. He’s known the pleasure of the hunt, the satisfaction of doing the right thing, but he hasn’t been happy. Not like this.

“Thanks. Smells amazing!” you reply when you return. You’ve opened up your blouse to reveal the tank top underneath, and he quickly admires the ripe, round curve of your breasts through it. God, he wants to touch—he won’t, he knows better, he can wait, he’s nothing if not patient—but he wants to. “Can I help with anything?”

“You can sit right there,” Steve replies, pointing to the seat across from his. “And you can watch me work.” he winks at you, and you laugh. I’ll never get tired of that sound. You curl and uncurl a lock of your hair around your finger. Steve dishes out the food, laying out the appetizers between you so you can share. “How’s work at the museum?”

“Good! I mean, it’s pretty boring, but good. I gave a couple of tours today, so that was fun, but the best part is honestly getting home to paint.” you reply. You sound like you’re admitting something, and there’s a flash of guilt in your eyes. Steve’s not sure why you feel it—you’re an artist, not a tour guide. You shrug, clacking your chopsticks together. “At least I make enough to live, you know. Inside the city.”

Steve is content to just… let you talk. He prods when it’s necessary, but you’re fine on your own. He’s already followed you back to your Alphabet City studio, sat on the fire escape while you slept and changed and painted.

He even knows what your face looks like when you cum.

In fact, that’s what he’s thinking about as you tell him about college. When he asks if you want some wine, he’s thinking about the way your toes curl and you keen like you’re crying. You bite your lip—the same as you do when you’re soaking that stupid plastic cock, a poor imitation if he’s ever seen one—and then nod.

“Why the hell not?”

He goes for the glasses, making sure to fill both of them up equally. You don’t know he can’t get drunk, you don’t know what they did to him to make him so big and strong for you, but that’s okay. You’ll feel safer if he drinks too, he knows that. So he does, pouring himself a refill every time he offers you one.

“And—hic—what about you?” you ask, covering your mouth cutely as you hiccough. “I’ve been rambling forever. Did you… did you like the army?” you ask, cocking your head sweetly at him from across the dinner table. Your eyes stray to the dog tags at his neck, and he pulls them out for you to see.

“It was hell at first,” he says, leaning in as though he’s making an admission of his own. “And… honestly, I’m surprised they even let me in. Maybe somebody saw how bad I wanted to protect the people I cared about.” he looks pointedly at you. You look away bashfully, but he knows his point is made.

“Is that why you went?” you ask a small smirk on your face as you waggle a finger at him. “Really?”

“I saw… I saw some horrible things while I was away.” Steve replies—and this, at least, is true. He volunteered for the experiments, volunteered for the missions, and he’s seen the worst in people. There are monsters, but the worst ones, he’s found, look just like everyone else. They smile, they go to work, they pay their taxes. “You have no idea.”

And then they go home and do unspeakable things.

The best thing he ever did was go into the army—because they gave him the power to fight them.

“I think you’re really brave, Steve.” you say after a moment, and he sighs, shaking his head. “No, you are.”

“More wine?” he asks, knowing your head has to be positively buzzing after the entire bottle. You shake your head, sighing.

“I probably shouldn’t. I’ve already had too much, and I still have to take the train,” you lament mournfully. Steve stops the slow grin from spreading across his face. “And I have to work tomorrow.” he makes a show of checking his watch, eyes widening.

“It’s already pretty late,” he says, shaking his head. “You could just stay here, I have a washer. I promise, no one will know the difference.” he winks at you, and you laugh. “Besides, I haven’t given you the tour yet.” you’re too drunk to question why he isn’t slurring, why his movements are so steady and sure as he clears the table. “I wouldn’t feel right letting you take the train all the way uptown by yourself.”

“I guess… I guess I could stay. It’s not like anyone’s waiting on me.” you shrug. “Lead the way.” Steve knows you won’t make it through even half of the house before you’re too drowsy to continue. He’s counting on it.

“Follow me.” you make it through the first floor easily, but by the time he’s leading you upstairs, your movements are sluggish, and even sloppier than before. You almost knock into the bannister, but Steve catches you. “Maybe we can do this another time, when we haven’t had a whole bottle of wine,” he chuckles, and you grin at him sheepishly.

“Usually I have a higher tolerance,” you mutter, leaning on him heavily. “Ugh, sorry.” he shakes his head at you, clucking his tongue.

“Don’t be. Let me get you a shirt to sleep in.” the thought of you wearing his clothes is enough to make his cock strain against his pants. “Let’s get you into bed.” he leads you not toward the guest bedroom, but his own, something he’s surprised you notice when he settles you on the edge of the bed.

“Steve, s’this your room? I don’t wanna put you out of your bed,” you whine, and he chuckles. You won’t.

“Shh, doll. I don’t have sheets on the other bed. This is fine.”

He tosses you an old t-shirt, and heads into the bathroom while you change. It’s only the illusion of privacy, but he watches with rapt attention through a crack in the door as you strip off your work clothes with clumsy fingers. He’s going to map every inch of your creamy skin with his fingers and tongue, going to know your body better than you know it.

So fuckin’ perfect.

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It’s easier to stage the body than Steve thought it would be—Paul’s wife left him years before, and the sad little apartment he rents above the bodega on their old street is as good a place as any. Paul can’t just go missing, not like Marilyn. He’s an example, a gift.

And he has to make sure you see it.

He deposits Paul on the bathroom floor, dropping his body like a sack of grain. He leaves through the fire escape, and waits. That’s the hardest part, waiting. Steve is patient, he knows how to wait, but that doesn’t ease the agony, not until he flicks on the news almost a month later, grinning as his handiwork is finally recognized.

“The victim is an elderly man, Paul Mazzano, fifty eight, who was pronounced dead at the scene. Here, I have detective Ford to share some details.” The newscaster points the microphone towards a disgruntled looking cop with a handlebar mustache. Behind him, Steve watches people parade in and out of the apartment building, as onlookers murmur just off-frame.

“Uh, yes. Well. Neighbors reported a, um, a smell. And when the landlord investigated, he found Mr. Mazzano in the bathroom.” Steve knows they won’t describe the scene, not really. They won’t say that they found him draped over the sink, a hot curling iron pressed to his chest. “We have several leads on a suspect, but as of right now no one’s been taken into custody.”

They have no leads, of course, but he knows they can’t say that. He turns off the television, almost giddy. He doesn’t have to wait much longer for you to hear the news yourself, and when you call him, sniffling, he’s ready.

“S-Steve? I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t know who else to call.” The two of you had been spending a fair amount of time together, and he’s pleased the fruits of his labor have paid off—it’s him you’ve called, not one of your other friends.

Him.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” he asks, knowing full well you’re not. He hears you take a deep breath.

“Somebody killed Paul.” your voice shakes as you speak. “And God, I don’t… I can’t… I don’t want to be alone. Can I come over?”

“Of course. Do you want me to pick you up?” he asks, and you sniffle.

“N-no. It’s alright, I’ll take the train.”

You only knock once before he’s at the door, tugging you into his arms as you sob. For a moment, Steve worries that you’re actually grieving as he helps you into the house. You’re still clinging to him when he seats both of you on the couch.

“It’s okay to be upset,” he says gently, stroking circles on your back as you cry. You look up at him with red-rimmed, watery eyes, and shake your head.

“I’m not sad,” you reply, roughly wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. “I’m…I’m angry. I’m angry someone got there first. Jesus, isn’t that fucked up?” you laugh tonelessly as even more tears threaten to fall, welling up as you look up at him. “I wish it had been me.” Steve’s never felt closer to you than in this moment.

“It’s not fucked up.” he never would have let you, doesn’t want you to live with the blood on your hands the way he does, but it makes something hungry unfurl in him to hear you say it. “He’s a piece of shit who deserved to die for what he did to you, and it’s not fucked up to want justice.”

“You know what’s fucked up?” you hiccup. “I never told anybody. I never said a goddamn thing. I should have. And I never did.” you’re sobbing again, and Steve holds you tightly, pulling you into his lap. You curl against him, pressing your face into his chest as you cry yourself dry. You’re so small and vulnerable in his arms, Steve almost wishes he could bring Paul back and do it all over again, just for making you suffer.

“Well, now he can’t hurt anyone else.” Steve replies firmly. “He’s gone.” you lay there, sniffling against his chest until your breathing evens. “You can stay here today. I don’t think you should be alone,” he says, and you chuckle.

“Alone’s my middle name,” you joke, wiping at your runny nose and puffy eyes. “God, I bet I look awful.” You’re trying to lighten the mood, to distract from the real, heavy feelings he knows you’re shouldering. He wishes again that he could take this from you, that he could hold it for you the way he holds the weight of the justice he knows no one other than him can dispense.

“You look beautiful. Like you always do.” Steve replies, making sure to let his hand linger on your thigh. You’re vulnerable right now, easy to manipulate. He doesn’t feel bad about it, no—you need him, you just don’t know how much.  You mumble in response, shaking your head.

“I look like I got stung in the face by a bee. Probably several.” you dismiss him with a wave of your hand, and before he can preach patience to himself again, he grabs it, his eyes hard. Your breath hitches at the contact.

“You don’t know how perfect you are,” he says tightly, like he’s trying to force you to understand it. “How good.” you’re practically straddling his lap now, your expression anxious and unsure.

“Good people don’t celebrate someone’s death,” you mutter, shaking your head.

“Then don’t be good.” Steve replies, and your eyes flash up to his. Your lip trembles. “Good people watched him hurt you. Good people ignored you, let you slip through the cracks.” he brings a hand to your cheek, and your eyes widen a little at the gesture. “Don’t be good.” he repeats it as he brushes a thumb across your bottom lip. Your tongue follows the motion, and you pull back suddenly, as if he’d struck you instead.

He’s worried he’s gone too far as you scramble off of his lap, your pulse thundering. You glance up at him with worried eyes, and he sees it for just an instant—desire. “Sorry, I just, um—bathroom.” you say lamely, shuffling awkwardly out of the living room and leaving him alone. You’re alone and adrift with only Steve to anchor you, and he knows you’re fighting hard against letting him be more than a friend. But you’d come to him for comfort when the news broke about Paul, you let him hold your hand—you’d slept in his bed.

You just need another push in the right direction.

Steve waits patiently for you to return, and when you do, your eyes are still red and puffy, but your face is clean and dry. “Sorry for barging in on you like this,” you say, scuffing your foot against the floor. “Shitty way to spend your day, listening to me blubber about the past.”

“Nonsense. You’re always welcome here,” he replies, dismissing you with a wave. You’ve always been overly concerned with others to the point of neglecting yourself, and Steve just wants you to feel as valued as you make everyone else feel. “Did you call out of work today?” he asks, feigning curiosity. You won’t be going, not in the state you’re in, but Steve knows it’s easier to convince than to command.

“N-no, not yet.” you reply sheepishly, rubbing your puffy eyes as you sit back down next to him, careful to put an extra few inches of space between you. Steve closes it by widening his legs, scooting closer under the guise of being interested in what you have to say. “I wasn’t… I don’t know. I probably shouldn’t, right? It would be stupid to call out because some guy who was shitty to me died.”

Steve feels the rage flare up inside him at your callous dismissal of your own trauma. He knows it’s what you’ve learned to do, to shrink yourself, to minimize. He won’t allow it. “Shitty to you? He raped you.” Steve knows you avoid using that word like the plague, and you reel back violently as he says it. Tears gather again in your already wet eyes, and your lip trembles. He clenches his fists against his thigh and sinks his teeth into his lip. “And I couldn’t do anything.”

He remembers what it was like to just… watch as all of the people in your life failed you over and over. Ignoring the signs, ignoring the bruises, ignoring everything, pretending it wasn’t happening. Steve remembers you climbing up his fire escape, still shaking, the burn mark fresh on your flesh.

He’s never forgotten it.

“It’s not your fault.” you place a tentative hand on his shoulder, and then rest your head against him instead. Steve’s heart is threatening to pound out of his chest. “We… we were just kids, you know?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry.” he apologizes, shaking his head. “I just can’t… I can’t stand you being upset that he’s dead. Feeling bad that… you don’t feel bad.” he looks down at you, his gaze softening. “You’re too sweet for your own good.”

“Guess that means I should call out, then, huh?” you ask, and Steve chuckles.

“Yeah, I think so.” he knows you’re hurting now, that the scab on the wound of your childhood is open and bleeding. He hates that he had to do it, to make you see that he was your safety, your security, but you’re here now, so he knows it’s worked. “You hungry?” he asks, and you let out a disbelieving laugh.

“Why do you always take such good care of me, Steve?” you look up at him, doe eyed. “It’s… it’s like you never left.”

“Somebody’s got to, doll.” he drags his hand affectionately down your arm, reveling in the feel of your skin under his palm. “Somebody’s got to.”

He makes sure you call your boss to let him know you won’t be coming in, frowning at you sternly when you promise to make the hours up. You shouldn’t even be working at the museum, Steve thinks scathingly. It’s your work that should be gracing the walls. He watches you stow your phone before stretching across the couch, the hemline on your little shorts riding up to expose more of your smooth skin.

Steve’s so close to having you, so close to finally crossing the line between friends and more than friends, and he’s acutely aware of it as you recline next to him. “Maybe it’s dumb,” you say, looking up from the television to fix him with a nervous smile. “But I… I feel better being here.” you sound like you’re admitting something to him, like you’re confessing. “I always felt… safe with you. Even when we were little.”

Steve chuckles. “Even when you had to fight my bullies for me?” he asks, remembering trying to defend the two of you with nothing more than his skinny arms, his will, and a trash-can lid. You laugh too.

“Looks like you can beat up your own bullies now, though.” you patted his leg. “I don’t think you need me anymore.”

You have no idea, sweetheart. “Why wouldn’t I need you?” he asks, watching your eyes widen at his bluntness. You gape at him embarrassedly.

“I, well, I just meant—”

“I always needed you.” your whole body tenses at his words. The legs you’d platonically thrown over his own twitch as he places a heavy hand on your knee. “Even when I wasn’t here, I needed you.”

“Steve…”

“I thought about you every day over there, you know?” he says softly, focusing intently on the patterns his fingers are drawing on your skin. Neither of you are paying attention to the soft droning of the television anymore.

“You… you did?”

“Every day.” he repeats, his blue eyes resting heavily on yours. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” he asks, his brow furrowing. “I told you I was coming back for you.” a choked sound leaves your throat, and you try to withdraw your legs, but Steve holds them there, his eyes on yours.

“I… I didn’t…” you drag your hands down your face. “I didn’t think you really would.” you admit, hugging yourself as you look away. Anger makes him see red for a moment, and he snarls.

“I promised.”

“Steve, I was seventeen. I didn’t… no one had ever kept a promise to me before. And I didn’t—fuck, this is hard. I didn’t think I was worth keeping. I didn’t want you to come back for me because you deserved more than to come back to… this.” you gesture at yourself. “I’m all fucked up, Steve.” you give him a watery smile.

“I wanted to come back to you.” he doesn’t remember pulling you into his lap, but you’re there, your breath puffing across his cheeks as he cups your face. “All I fuckin’ wanted was to come back to you.”

Your mouth is softer than he thought it would be, your lips more yielding; Steve is positively drowning in you—and he doesn’t want to come up for air. He drinks the tentative sigh you release into his mouth, his hands traveling feverishly up and down your sides. You pull away, gasping.

“Steve, Steve w-we should stop—” he’s not listening, leaving a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to your temple as he strokes your trembling thighs. “I—oh—!” his fingers skirt underneath the loose hem of your t-shirt, stroking the skin of your belly. The scent of you is addictive—he can smell the laundry detergent on your clothes, the lotion on your skin, but underneath it, his enhanced senses can pick up your true scent.

He runs his nose along your throat. “Smell so fuckin’ sweet, doll.” he can’t resist the urge to run his tongue along the same path, and your little hands fist in his shirt, tugging on it. “Still want me to stop?” he attaches his lips to your pulse point, his teeth worrying the flesh. Steve sits back to admire his handiwork, the purple and yellow bruise blooms like a flower on your skin.

“I…no,” you admit in a small voice, and that’s all it takes for him to drag your mouth back down to his. It feels like he’s dreaming—he’s dreamed this before, after all, so many times—but this is real, you’re really here and God he’s not fucking letting you go. He groans against your mouth at the first tentative grind of your hips.

“Waited so long,” he pants against your mouth, one hand finding it’s way to your back to undo your bra as the other steadies you on his lap. You’re mewling as he finds your nipple with his calloused fingers, twisting it. “Always loved you, you know that sweetheart?” Steve’s already hard, his cock throbbing  as he thinks of all the ways he finally gets to have you.

All his.

It’s a heady thought that makes him sink his teeth into the soft, supple skin at your collarbone, and you whine for him. It’s so delicious that he has to do it again. “Ow! That hurts, Steve!” you whimper, and he chuckles against your throat.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Got carried away.” it’s too much for now, he knows that, but eventually, Steve knows you’ll let him mark every inch of you. You’ll beg him for it. “God, just want you so bad.” he grips your hips harder, guiding you over the bulge in his pants. You moan softly at the pressure, and he looks up at you through his lashes. Your lips are parted, your eyes lidded. “Feel good?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Good. You deserve to feel good.” his thumb finds the button on your shorts. “I want you to feel better, sweetheart. You’ll let me, right?” he asks, his thumbs drawing heavy circles on her hips. He can’t stop—indulgence after indulgence; you’re hell on his self-control. It’s strange, now that he has you, the desire is almost worse, because now he has to keep you, he can’t go back to watching. Can’t.

You look a little unsure, so Steve helps you along, slipping your t-shirt up to take your nipple into his mouth. You let out a strangled moan, and nod. “Y-yes, Steve.” the words have barely left your mouth when he pushes your back down to the cushions, pulling hungrily at your shorts. He remembers the sounds you made when he watched you, and he hopes you’ll make them now.

Maybe even better ones.

He exhales a sharp breath at the sight of the white lacy—racy—scrap of fabric adorning your hips, his nostrils flaring. All the times he’s dreamed of this moment, wished for it, he never pictured you wearing white. It’s fucking perfect. It’s in that moment that Steve knows he’s going to ruin you. Ruin you for anyone other than him. He tears frantically at the lace, and the elastic snaps against your skin. “I’ll get you a new one,” he says hurriedly before attaching his mouth to your drenched folds.

Heaven.

He knows he’s not going to see it—maybe ever—but this is as close as he’s likely to get. You whimper and shake above him, your hips undulating against his face as he laps at your core. Your thighs are trembling, soft sounds falling from your lips as he circles your clit with his tongue. He’s relentless, his fingers circling the tight, clenching entrance of your cunt longingly. Steve knows you didn’t wait for him—but you’re so tight and soft inside that he can almost pretend you did.

“Dreamed about this,” he murmurs against your thigh as he thrusts a thick finger into you. You hiss, your hips bucking.

“Y-you did?”

He curls his finger inside your pussy and a loud, broken moan tears from your throat. “Every fucking night.” Steve adds a second finger to the first, scissoring you slowly open. “They tried to bring women in for us, but fuck all I could think about was you.” a wet gush answers his words, and Steve’s other hand finds it’s way back up to your breasts, testing their weight and marveling at their softness. “How I was gonna ask you to be my girl when I got home, how I was gonna take care of you.” You’re bucking and moaning, and Steve steadies your hip with his hand, looking up at your face from between your thighs. “How I was gonna save you.”

He licks his lips. “But you didn’t need me to save you, did you?”

“Steve, Steve please, fuck, oh—“

“Not like you need me now.” Steve stretches you around his fingers, laving his tongue against your clit with a long, wet lick, and then you’re coming apart. You soak his chin and the couch cushions beneath you, that wail that he knows so well escapes your throat as you shudder against him. He stares at you in awe,  drunk on the taste of you as he watches you shaking from the pleasure he’s given you. “Say it. Say you need me.” your eyes are bleary and wet from your orgasm when they meet his, and his hands tighten on your hips. “Say it.”

“I-I need you, Steve,” you don’t sound sure, but that’s alright—he’s got you now, and he has time to make sure you know exactly what you need. The words make him groan, tearing at the button on his jeans as he eagerly frees his cock. He’s taking advantage of your grief, he knows it and he’s planned it that way, but you’re moaning and writhing underneath him just like he’s always wanted, so it’s more than worth it.

He’s not like the others, he’s not going to leave you, not now, not ever. Steve rips his shirt over his head, a growl escaping him at the sight of the slick mess at the apex of your thighs. Your scent is bearing down on him with the intensity of a speeding semi, and he has to have you, he can’t stop, not even if you wanted him to. He settles over you, caging your head in with his arms as he stares down into your eyes. Steve drags his lips across your own as the head of his cock slides wetly through the folds of your cunt.

“Ste-eve,” you whine, panting against his mouth. “Fuck, I need, I need—”

“I know, baby.” he sheathes himself inside of you in one glorious thrust, the wet noise of his entry ringing in his ears. He groans loudly, watching as your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open. You’re so hot and wet and tight, he can’t not move. He knows he should give you time to adjust, time to get used to the sheer size of him, but his hips are pushing against you before he can grab for the reigns of his self control. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re squeezin’ me so good,” he pants, pulling out until your cunt is sucking hungrily at the head of his cock before slamming all the way back in.

Every time he bottoms out inside you, a hoarse sob falls from your lips, and he presses his forehead to yours, breath puffing across your sweaty face. “Look at me.” your eyes flick open, and he growls as they meet his. “Good girl.” he knows he worked you open with his fingers, but you’re still squeezing him so fucking tight, wetness seeping out of you and soaking his thighs with every thrust. “My good girl.”

Your hands find purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he lays into you. Your words have failed you, though Steve occasionally hears a please or even better, his own name among your pleasure addled babble. He rocks his hips into yours, peppering your face with lusty kisses.

“God, Steve, please, gonna cum, fuck!” you’re crying again, tears leaking down your hot cheeks. He licks their salty trails and groans, burying his face against your throat. “Fuck, fuck, fu-uck—”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Give it all to me.” your thighs dig into his sides as a keening cry leaves you, your back bowing up off of the couch cushions and pressing the softness of your breasts into his chest. You’re squeezing him so tight he almost can’t move, his cock trapped by the velvety wet walls of your cunt. He presses your thigh to your chest, opening you up deeper even as the aftershocks of cumming again roll through your body.

“Steve, Steve, Steve—” his name is on your lips like a prayer, and as his cock bottoms out inside you, he gasps.

“Taking me so good, sweetheart,” he leans back, mesmerized by the sight of your slick, puffy folds being spread open by the thick length of his cock. “Fuck, like this sweet pussy was made to fit my cock.” Steve knows he’s going to cum soon, and just the thought of finally filling you up is almost enough to make him bust as soon as it surfaces. He reaches between your bodies, his rough fingers rolling your clit between them.

“Ah! Fuck! Steve, Steve I can’t,” you’re sobbing hysterically, shaking your head and dragging your fingers down the sweaty, muscular planes of his chest. “I can’t again!” the sloppy, wet noise of your cunt is like music to him, and he groans. He knows you can, though, knows you can take it, knows you can give him one more before he lets himself follow you into sweet, blissful oblivion.

His touch is relentless. “Shh, pretty girl. One more. One more time, you can do it. It’s okay.” he’s not even really paying attention to the assurances that leave his lips as his head lolls back. God, he’d kill a million men just to do this.

Just to have you.

You scream as you cum again, and Steve feels his balls constrict as he falls over the edge immediately after. The slick evidence of your pleasure coats his cock and his thighs, and Steve holds you still as he empties himself into your pussy. He doesn’t release his hold on your hips until his cock stops jerking inside you, finally spent. You’re boneless as he pulls away from you, one leg tossed over the back of the couch, toes twitching. The sight of his cum dribbling down from the puffy, abused hole of your cunt makes his cock throb with the desire to repeat the activity.

Steve admires his handiwork, the bite marks littering your shoulders and throat, your messy hair, and the dazed, dreamy look in your eyes as you float slowly back to yourself. He kisses you again, and you wrap weak, trembling arms around his shoulders. He’s content to lay there with you reveling in the feel of your heartbeat under his ear. He’s reluctant to let you up when you wiggle impatiently underneath him, but he does, allowing you to scamper to the bathroom.

When you return, Steve sweeps you into his arms, carrying you up to the bedroom, where he deposits you, giggling, onto the silken sheets. “I’m not going to ask where you learned that,” you say, cuddling into his chest when he lays down beside you. His fingers trace shapes on your hips and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s me who should be asking that question,” he replies, grinning at you. His eyes flash as thoughts from earlier return to plague him. Not her first. He wasn’t angry about it then, but thinking of anyone seeing you the way he’s just seen you… it makes him want to rectify the situation as best he can. He can’t fault you, of course, it’s not your fault, but… “There aren’t any boyfriends I’ve got to worry about looking for me, right?” he jokes, though he knows there’s not anyone who could give him trouble, not really.

You scoff. “Please. The last relationship I had was like three years ago.” you wave off his concerns, and place a tentative kiss on the corner of his mouth. Steve returns it eagerly, but when he pulls away, there’s a darkness in his eyes that he can tell makes you nervous.

“Got a name for me, sweetheart?”

The end.

PAC: HOW WILL THEY ATTRACT YOU?

How will they attract you? 😳 Will they change their behaviour around you to make themselves more attractive? 🤔🫢 The extended version of the reading is available on Patreon, which also includes how they will seduce you se*ually and specific details about their body language! Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you can’t stop looking at.

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PILE 1

Generally: The Fool Rx, 4 of Pentacles, King of Cups, 8 of Wands, Page of Pentacles.

They will behave more conservatively around you. Regardless of what kind of personality they have, they could have a bolder or extroverted personality, or they could have a more playful and happy-go-lucky personality, whatever it is, they will be lowkey when you are near. It’s like a shift from Mars, Jupiter, Sun or Mercury energy to Venus and Saturn. That calm, measured, available when approached but not seeking or pushy. For some of you, your person naturally has this type of personality, so they will just show it more around you.

With 4 of Pentacles and King of Cups, I got the impression that this person may want to come across closed-off (not easily available, not easily attainable) but diplomatic (still having social skills, still being able to show that they are emotionally mature and that they conduct themselves maturely). Like I mentioned just now, available and responsive albeit restrained at first when approached, but they won’t seek or push, despite this 8 of Wands. They will want to come across calm, mature, and exclusive. I do feel like they will want to show you that they are open to you exclusively. How to explain this. They will intentionally play it cool and look closed-off, but when you approach them they will respond more positively than you expect, that’s the vibe, like they are warmer than they look.

They will also be interested in getting to know you and learning more about what you do. If you told them about your hobby, or your job, or activities you partake in, they would ask more about it and act like they wanted to learn the technical details. I mean, they could actually be interested in those things, but it’s also possible that they will use it as an excuse to get closer to you but without making the conversation turn flirtatious or emotional.

It’s like talking about the best way to have a good workout, or talking about a business trend in a particular industry because you are analysing XYZ companies for your coursework. Informal conversation (you guys may have this conversation over coffee or at a small social gathering), but the topic feels impersonal, because your person will want to maintain that respectable distance and intrigue. It’s still a way to get closer to each other though. Some of them may slip into a student role; they learn, you teach. Some of them will let you take the student role, and they guide you instead. They may also ‘show’ you how diligent, detailed-oriented, and skillful they are.

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PILE 2

Generally: 4 of Pentacles Rx, 3 of Wands, The Magician, Knight of Pentacles (King of Pentacles, The Chariot).

This one is full of masculine and forward energy, despite the Pentacles here. For many of you, your person could have Leo placements. I just got that feeling. They will like to show off how capable they are. There isn’t ‘playing hard to get’ here, they will make it obvious. They will want you to know that they know how to do something, or that they think about this and that, or that they want to do this and that in their life. So they may be the type of person who talks about their dreams or visions and things they want to achieve, to show you that they have the ability and the ambition to do those things. They probably see these as attractive, or these traits are the traits that best represent who they are as a person. Hence why they will want to show you these.

They will also share their thoughts and skills with you, help you do things, help make things happen for you. It can be as simple as fixing what you can’t fix; let’s say you were having a problem with your laptop and you asked for their help, they would simply sit down and start tackling the problem right away, they might walk you through the solution and explain why this or that happened, partly because they genuinely wanted to help you, besides liking the fact that it could show how smart and capable they were lol. It can be something more complicated and significant, like helping you make your dream a reality, let’s say you had a business idea you wanted to execute, they would help you in building the right strategy for it, and so on. They will do or say things that come with the intention of encouraging you to maximise and act on your potential and talents. If you have some kind of hidden talent, oh they will like to help you nurture that. Very helpful and capable, or at least this is what they will want to show you.

Some of them may also talk about their achievements, work life, problems they have solved, their genius moments lol. They will show you what kind of life they are living and what kind of future they are building and heading towards. If they travel, they will talk about their travel or experiences with things that are unfamiliar/foreign. The topics they will bring up are not superficial, I think they like talking about ideas. When they talk about things they have experienced and done, they will usually relate it back to ideas or big concepts. Let’s say they were talking about having to work with foreigners, they might end up talking about different customs and cultures and how to adapt in this type of situation. Basically, the conversation will end up being about something bigger than just “I did this and then I did that”. They will also ask you to go out more, they will suggest things to do and places to go, they will include you in their future plans.

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PILE 3

Generally: Ace of Swords Rx, Temperance Rx, 2 of Pentacles, 6 of Cups (King of Wands).

Ace of Swords and Temperance actually came up not quite fully reversed, like, they are undecided. Back and forth, hot and cold. I think your person will like to get into arguments with you, or just get into verbal sparrings. You may feel unsure whether this person likes you or not. The thing about the arguments is that they won’t do it in a fiery “oh I want to debate (and flirt) with you” kind of way, it will sound more like they don’t care about you, like they are annoyed, or they are criticising what you say.

They may also look like that, acting like they are unfeeling today, starting an argument or making sharp comments that rile you up, but then the next day they do something small but impactful, like picking up the file that you dropped without saying anything, or brushing off the lint on your coat offhandedly — like it’s something just absolutely anyone would do when the act itself is a bit intimate coming from someone who regularly seeks to piss you off with their words lol. So it will just make you confused. Like, is there something else going on? Or am I misreading the situation? 6 of Cups with the other cards remind me of the 6th house in Astrology, Virgo Venus, and Venus in 6th house. There’s that ‘being of service’ or ‘I do these little things because I like you’. But they probably have other placements that make them come across unfeeling and blunt at times. Hence the back and forth between two personality types.

They will pay enough attention to you to make you wonder, but then they do or say something that makes you backtrack and doubt if there’s anything romantic going on at all. They will make your heart skip a beat one day, but make you go like “you know what, forget it, fuck that person” the next day. While it may be frustrating, it will still keep your attention on them. I’m not sure if this person legit thinks this will attract you, maybe it’s unintentional, maybe they try to play it cool but it will just come across as mean, maybe they are uncomfortable with their own feelings and they don’t quite know how to show that they care. They will absolutely do things for you though, at least the desire will be there. Some of them may act like they don’t want to at first. It’s like those people who sigh and huff when they need to do something with/for you, but they end up doing it properly and they end up doing those little things that make you wonder if they care about you more than they let on.

Once you guys get closer, it will become more obvious. They will do things for you, help you, take care of you, make sure you have what you need, and so on. Like, if you and this person were on a group trip with other friends, they might help you carry your luggage or a bag of gifts that you bought for your family without you having to ask. This is someone who remembers your favourite drinks and food and orders them for you. This is someone who shows their feelings instead of talking about it, but if you ask them directly if they like you, they will answer directly (as long as they themselves have accepted their feelings). There will just be a little issue in the beginning because of these reversal cards, they won’t make their acts of service love language easily accessible or obvious.

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PILE 4

Generally: 7 of Pentacles, Queen of Swords, The Star, Queen of Cups, 8 of Pentacles.

This pile is like a mix of the other piles, kinda, so you might see some similarities. Your person will make themselves look wise in front of you. They will try showing that they have both the intelligence and emotional capacity to care/love, that they can balance their rational and logical side with their emotional side. They may show their logical side more when dealing with problems and practical matters (in front of you, so you see how level-headed and pragmatic they are), and their emotional side more when they are dealing with you (so you see their emotional depth and ability to care for you). They will also sometimes engage in conversations about complex, philosophical or spiritual topics with you, especially if you are interested in these. Whether they intend to do it or not, you may find it attractive that they are able to carry this kind of conversation, that they aren’t rigidly scientific or logical.

I mean, those could be their actual personality traits, I don’t mean to make it sound like they are faking those. But some of them may be slightly more rough around the edges. Like, they will want to show that they have both intellect and emotional capacity to care, but they haven’t fully mastered the right balance between those two. So sometimes they may be on the extreme end of things. They may come across blunt, like they don’t really read the room or care about anything other than the obvious facts in front of them, they may tell you that ‘it is what it is’ or ‘this is the fact of the situation’ like it’s a virtue to be able to be objective to the point of insensitivity, they may see this as attractive. But some days they will look like they have the ability to care and intuitively understand your feelings, like, the ability is there inside them all along. So it just gives them this duality that can attract your attention.

They will show you their principles and boundaries, they will make their opinions known, especially things related to relationships (romantic or not) since we are talking about what they will do to attract you. So they may tell you their definition of cheating, the fact that they don’t allow other people to mess with their relationship and how this is their way of caring for their partner, the fact that they will defend their partner, and so on. Basically whatever they will say, it will make them look like they have principles and boundaries, it will make them look like they have a good head on their shoulders, the right priorities, the ability to grow, the willingness to put effort. They will show you that they are hardworking, they take commitment seriously, that they don’t give up easily, that they are a problem solver.

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The time of plans and projects.

It was supposed to be the answer to an anon ask “Can we see Asra as a parent ?” but I accidentally deleted it ^^;;;;

I drew the first (Proud Asra carrying his bb) then I got carried away a bit XD

Anyway, I hope you like it anon (=｀ω´=)

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(how to pick a card? observe the given image and choose the one which you feel the most drawn to. select the image based on the number provided below and scroll down to read about the pile you have chosen. remember, this is a general reading, so take what resonates!)

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۶ৎ pile I۶ৎ

what are their positive traits?

the first positive trait im getting here is that your future partner likes to plan things before carrying out an action. they are someone who thinks logically and they like to keep things in order. they are also very hard working and they like to take the difficult route instead of the easy way because they believe that there are a lot of lessons they can learn if they take the tough path. they are very good with decision making and also very calculated. they like to plan, organise and contemplate before taking an action and honestly this is a good quality because they avoid doing anything impulsively. they have a free spirit and i see that they like to travel or at least go out and roam around. they are very pure and they prefer doing things their own way, and majority of the time it works out for them.

what are their negative traits?

they are controlling and demanding. they like it when people obey them. they come off as someone who is very goal-oriented and hence they can be a workaholic or majority of the time they are focused on work instead of their personal life. they also might seem pretty happy but they are actually struggling with something. they seem to be putting on a very happy facade and an “i’ve got this attitude” but how they are actually feeling is a complete opposite of that. they seem like someone who is very focused on work (literally, ‘work’ here is such a strong word here because that's all they think about). their thoughts are filled with expanding their work or business and maybe this is why they are not very happy - maybe things are not going according to their plan. but here's the thing- they actually seem to be doing pretty well when it comes to their work. as in the outcome of their hard work is positive, but they’re dissatisfied with it. they are dissatisfied with themselves. it seems like they have very high expectations implied on themselves.

what would people say about them?

your future partner seems like someone who has a variety of options when it comes to work and this is because they have worked hard for it. like people know they have worked hard to be in the place they are now. they seem like they come from a fairly decent background but they do not take advantage of this privilege and they’ve actually worked on themselves and brought themselves on top of the ladder because of their dedication and hardwork. people will also say that your future partner hates, and by hates - i mean HATES procrastinating and they avoid sitting and slagging off in one place. they like to take action and move forward. they might have also ‘changed’. there has been some sort of transformation in their life and people will say that your future partner has changed for the better. but there also seems to be some sort of evident sadness that people can easily pick up on when it comes to your person. your person seems like they’re dissatisfied with their work (as mentioned before) and they put on a happy facade, but people notice that they are not happy. but they’re trying to work on this. people will also see them as someone who is very wealthy.

what are their fears and worries?

they like to keep a neutral stance and peace with people and they fear that this neutral ground will be broken. they do not like arguing with people. they avoid getting involved in any sort of conflict with people. they also fear that the world which they have built for themselves will be broken down because they have put in a lot of hard work and effort to be standing where they are right now. they also fear that they might not be in touch with their intuition. they seem like someone who is very intuitive and when they feel like they are not in touch with their intuition, they feel anxious. as mentioned in the start, they are someone who thinks a lot before taking an action and sometimes they fear that they might make an impulsive decision. they fear that if they make an impulsive decision, the bridge that they have built for themselves might shatter and crumble down. they also seem like they’re holding a ‘secret’, im not sure what it is but then they are scared that it might be revealed and it might ruin their image.

what is their inner conflict?

they feel like they are taking too much rest and they feel like they are losing themselves if they take out time for themselves (this is not healthy at all). they will always be thinking about work and they feel like if they take a day off for themselves - they might be missing out and falling behind.

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۶ৎ pile II۶ৎ

what are their positive traits?

they’re very curious in nature and they have a lot of creativity. they also treat people equally. they believe that everyone has the right to express themselves and they like it when people are open about their feelings to them or when people are open about things that bother them. they are someone who likes to focus on the future rather than being in the present, so they like to build things that will help them settle down in the future. they are also someone who likes to discover things. they like to try out new things and they have a very ‘sunshine’ energy - almost like a golden retriever energy. they might also like to travel a lot.

what are their negative traits?

they lack patience. they want things to come at hand. they want things to easily come to them without putting in much effort. they also seem like someone who might be ‘sneaky’ or someone who actually kind of tricks people into getting things done. they seem like they gaslight people into getting things done and they also think highly of themselves. even though they believe that everyone needs to be treated equally, this ‘theory’ of theirs does not apply when it regards them. they like to think highly of themselves and might be a little delusional.

what would people say about them?

people see them as someone who might be struggling financially. they seem like they talk over others - internally. what i mean by ‘internally’ here is that they do not like what other people tell them to do but will hear them out. for example, if someone tells them they need to sign a paper for something, they will do it (or sometimes they will not) - but they will bad mouth that person in their mind - because they do not like it when someone tells them what to do. they also seem like someone who is very argumentative and stubborn. they tend to get into frequent fights with people. majority of the time they seem to win but the parties that are affected seem to be at a greater loss here. they might feel bad towards the person but at the end of the day they are happy they won. people also find them very good-looking and they take this to their advantage. they let their looks do the talk, basically.

what are their fears and worries?

your future partner is very scared of change. they are comfortable in the ‘clothing’ or the position they are in right now. they fear that they might not live the life they desire. they are scared that the future will not be easy for them. they are scared of loss or losing things - it can be materialistic things or relationships (romantic or platonic). they are scared of abandonment and rejection as well.

i feel like the energy in pile two is all over the place. i had a difficult time understanding and conveying some messages. i was confused and tried to read the cards over and over again and even had to go back to the cards and look up their meanings. so after some time of trying to figure things out, i could come down to one conclusion.

your person believe that everyone needs to be treated equally and everyone needs to express themselves openly without any judgement. but at the same time when it comes to them, this theory is not valid. like when they are talking, they want to sound superior than others or they want to sound better than others and they might also dismiss other peoples feelings and opinions but then they preach that everyone should be treated equally and everyone should be treated nicely. however, they do not like it when someone tries to overpower them or look better than them because they want to look the ‘best’. (very insecure energy - please keep an eye out for this)

what is their inner conflict?

they are in a constant battle with themselves because they feel like they are not building the life they desire and they are iffy about the fact that they might not be able to make enough money or profit in the future that will help them lead a nice, easy life. their inner conflicts state that they have a fear of not being successful or financially independent in the future.

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۶ৎ pile III۶ৎ

what are their positive traits?

your future partner seems like a very lucky person. it actually looks like the universe is in their favour. their karma is good and they have a lot of opportunities. the universe is rewarding them for their good karma. they might be someone who is going through a spiritual awakening and they are trying to be in touch with their inner-self and this has helped them find their true self. wealth is not an issue for them - they seem pretty well off. i wouldn't be surprised if they are very giving. as in, they like to donate to charities or they like to take care of underprivileged children. they also think about long term goals. they like to have a very stable life and future, and they also seem like someone who would like to start a family of their own. they are also very protective and have good strength (maybe they work out regularly). they are good at handling situations and if there is some sort of conflict, they are the type of person who knows what to say and when to say things so that it can calm everyone down. they are someone who stands their ground and knows that they are right. some people like to believe that they are right even though sometimes they will be wrong, but your future partner knows that they are right because they are an intelligent individual. they are someone who has graduated from one of the best universities because the intelligence which they possess is actually very impressive (or maybe it could be shaped by experience).

what are their negative traits?

your future partner might be impulsive. they are also very conflicting - as in like they don't like it or they feel threatened if someone challenges their abilities or their intelligence. they sometimes are blind to the opportunities in front of them. sometimes they do not fully believe that they deserve an opportunity because they constantly devalue themselves. as mentioned before in terms of their spiritual growth, they are spending too much time in this aspect. like the universe has given them the answer they want but they’re still spending time - trying to find their ‘inner-self’, which is actually wasting a lot of time for them. they feel like time is not doing justice to them.

what would people say about them?

people will perceive your future partner as someone who is secretive. people see them as loving, nurturing and someone who likes kids. people also view them as family oriented. probably your person would like to start a family of their own. people view them as someone who does not question their own capabilities. they might be someone who makes impulsive decisions and they might be a little fast moving - basically likes to get things done quickly. but their impulsive decisions does not seem like it would hurt them in a negative way. people view them as someone who is actually pretty innocent and pure and someone who also possesses a lot of intelligence.

what are their fears and worries?

they feel like the intelligence which they have will not persist for long because of AI (artificial intelligence - i don't know why im picking on that). as i said before, they have educated and built themselves to be in the position they are in right now but because of AI, they feel like their hard work is going to be a waste in the coming future.

what is their inner conflict?

they might be keeping their possessions or their knowledge very close to themselves (secretive) because they are scared of losing it. they are basically paranoid of what the future might hold for them.

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hi loves!! i hope this reading finds you in good health and i hope you are doing well. take care of yourself and i will see you in my next reading. thank you for being here<3

(note: tarot cards provide guidance and possible insights into what could happen based on current energies, thoughts, and actions. the cards can highlight potential paths or outcomes, but they do not predict the future in a fixed way. this is a general reading so take what resonates!)