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olive-fics · 7 months

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Brewed Connections‎ ♡‧₊˚

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Barista Abby head-canons cus it's making me feral..

Abby's kind of a loser,quiet,alone type of person in this..

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-Barista Abby expects you everyday as you are her regular, preparing your drink right before you come in every morning at 7:30am,total prepared and something sweet to say.

"Morning Abby.." You'd sleepily mumble in your work uniform. "Morning!" Abby replied with a soft smile, her eyes brightening at the familiar voice. "Got the usual for you.." Abby went to the side, already handing you the drink.

-Barista Abby who's heart flutters at seeing you everyday and getting to serve you. The most attractive person she's ever seen.. She couldn't help but feel her heart quicken. Your presence brought a subtle excitement to her routine, and serving you became the highlight of her day. To her, you were the most attractive person she had ever seen—your smile, the way you dressed and always looked perfect, and the small details that made you uniquely captivating.

-Barista Abby's subtle way of showing affection involves a discount on your drink—a little something just for you. Whenever you approach the counter, she flashes a knowing smile and casually rings up your order, quietly deducting a dollar from the total..

-Barista Abby’s breaks seem to sync perfectly with your visits to the café. Like clockwork, she slips away from the bustling counter, joining you at a table and talking with you.

-Barista Abby is very artistic, she likes to doodle on the chalkboard menu and the small signs outside. She doodles and adds drawings on your cup with sharpie every chance she gets.

-Barista Abby makes you Latte art with hearts or cats... I don't make the rules man..😫🙌 Some days it's a heart delicately drawn on the surface, radiating warmth and care. Other times, she surprises you with a playful cat, its whiskers expertly etched in the milky canvas.(this goes into her being creative).

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-Barista Abby who's liked you for forever finally gets the courage to write her phone number on the cup.. Handing you the cup, there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, quickly masked by a warm smile. "Enjoy your drink," she said softly, hoping silently you'd notice the number and maybe, just maybe, reach out...

-Barista Abby finds herself stealing glances at her phone whenever there was a lull in customers or during her short breaks. She couldn't help but check for any notifications, hoping for a message from you, anything.

-Barista Abby finally gets a text, fingers eagerly typing out responses as she engaged in a conversation that flowed effortlessly.

-Barista Abby who talks to you for hours.. the texts turned into intermittent sleepy responses until both of you drifted off, phones in hand until you both fall asleep texting each other.

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I thought barista Abby was cute idk. jsjssdfjksd... I have some gamer Abby head-canons in my drafts so be expecting(?)

Creds to..:annakozemchuk,j2l13tt3, and knmendiola0811 on Pinterest for the photos ♡

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pray4saint · 11 months

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SAPNAP PLS nsfw headcannons.... him taking the bdsm tests, what's his sex drive? I just know he presses himself against you every time he passes you, but does he follow through ;)))

FOUND UR ACCC YESTERDAY and I'm acc in love like we both love dteam and marauders it's such a rare combination and I've never seen anyone love both before! ( like me LOL) do you take anons? 🥺

sapnap nsfw headcanons

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. dirty talk. sapnap taking the bdsm test.

a/n. i would be happy to write more horndog texan for you / the only other person i know who writes mcyt & marauders is my younger cousin but they're fifteen so we don't interact online but lmk if you'd like their @ (& yes, i do take anons, the current anons i have are 💚 & 🦥)

as you said anon, sap absolutely presses against you when he passes by you, even when there's plenty of space to just go around, he does it to rile you up

does he follow through?? sometimes he does it for buildup for later that night, to make you all whiny and needy for him

but other times when you call him out for it, it's a 25/75 of if he won't follow through or he will (just to clarify, 25% of the time he won't, 75% he does)

when you call him out and he follows through though.. it's rough, it's kinky, it's dirty and it is hot and heavy

i mean more degradation when you call him out, more slapping if you're into that, hair pulling, messy, sloppy kisses

”god, such a slut for me aren't ya?” he pulls his lips from yours, a string of saliva thinning the farther he gets from your mouth, and it finally breaks when he licks his bottom lip. ”sap, please-” ”isn't this what you wanted babe?” he tangles a hand in your hair, ”to be fucked senseless under me like a whore?” he tugs at your hair, making you whine and beg him to just fuck you already.

sapnap's sex drive i'd say is above average, but not by a whole lot

i think if he can, he'll find a way to fuck you every day or every other day, but if you're not feeling it or you have your period or you just don't want to, it's not the end of the world for him

his sex drive is based solely on his attraction to you; when he was single he had a low sex drive but when you two started dating it jumped wayy up

OH OH OH my brain goes brrrrr for this shit: when you've been going at it for awhile, his southern accent becomes more pronounced with every word he says

”fuck- darl' you're doing so- s'good f'me.” his breath fans hot against your ear and down your neck and he fucks into you, drawing moan after moan out of you.

lots of praise this way, about how well you take him, how perfect you look under him or on top of him, about how much he loves you and how good you treat him

i think despite his above average sex drive, he still likes taking his time, teasing you, building up foreplay, because it all adds to the experience for you and that's all he really wants, for you to be happy

sapnap believes in being begged, for anything really, to be touched, to be fucked a certain way, to cum, yk he just gets it

also some sub!sapnap for you // sub!sap who begs to be touched when he's horny and if you say no he just can't help it, he'll touch himself even if he isn't allowed to

sub!sapnap, rutting into you while he begs to be praised >>>>

”m'i doing good? please tell me i'm doing good..” while his pelvis presses against yours over and over again. ”yes- sap fuck, you're doing so good, such a good boy for me.” his hips begin to stutter at your words.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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wanna be yours pt I | mcu ; p. maximoff

A/N: There will be a few parts to this and I will post them sporadically whenever the mood strikes -kind of in the same vein as my eddiexreader, stevexreader, jonathanxreader from stranger things, and this is also a reader fic BUT... reader/you is the daughter of Tony Stark and an unknown/deceased mother. Look, I had to do it, alright? This was begging to be done. Even if I'm the only one who reads this, it's out there and I had fun.

That said, the more people bother me for continuations to any of the reader x character things I've written lately, the more likely I am to post follow up stuff so... I guess what i'm saying is if you think you wanna see more of this, by all means, scream at me about it pls.

Pairing ; Pietro Maximoff x Stark!reader

Timeline ; we're scrapping the fact that Pietro died, okay? Also, we're scrapping Tony's death too. I'm pretty sure this takes place somewhere after Age of Ultron and the other movies and Pietro/Wanda are Avengers. So, this is kind of an au written in it's own damn timeline that probably makes zero sense but I like it.

Warnings ; for the time being, nothing. Just a lotta father/daughter fluff, mentions of a breakup, Pietro being a hothead and being very very... seductive without saying a word and that's it. As this one goes up in parts, it'll likely have other more important warnings tacked to it.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || rules + fandoms and some of the characters I write for || requests ; open.. pls pls pls... any fandom/character but wrestling and any headcanon / filth alphabet letters / fluff alphabet letters you have. Anything goes as long as it fits within the above perimeters but no pro wrestling because I'm not writing for it right now. anything else would be greatly greatly appreciated. pls.

Tag List ; @beardedbarba is the only person on my actual tag list for MCU. However... I wanna tag @readingandwritingandreading because I just feel like they'll get a kick out of this as it goes on. If you don't wanna be tagged bb, please feel free to ignore.

Lastly, I do not consent to have my work reposted here. I also do not consent to having it reworded/reworked/copied and reposted anywhere else.

After keying in your specific keycode to the compound, you waited -humming along to the radio as you watched for the wrought iron gates to swing open. When they finally did, you parked the red second hand Porsche that belonged to your father next to his muscle car of choice for the week.

“Friday.” you hold your wrist up to your mouth to dictate a text to send to the old man. “Yes?”

“Tell my father Tiny Dancer is incoming. So I won't catch him in a meeting or something.” you lowered your wrist and reached into the passenger seat to grab the grease-stained bag and the tray containing two large chocolate milkshakes.

This has been a tradition since you were old enough to sit in your father’s lap when he’d ride you around the block at your old place in Upper Manhattan. The tradition didn’t just end because you were a college girl now and when you spoke to your father the night before you could tell that something was bothering him. Something was stressing the normally calm and laid-back Tony Stark out and as his daughter, as the one person who’d always tried to take care of him -despite his insistence that it should always only be the other way around instead, you were making it your mission to stop by. Check in and hopefully, take his mind off of whatever had him all stressed out with nobody to choke.

Almost as soon as you got halfway across the parking lot of the compound, the storm that had been holding off all through the drive up let loose and you were soaked to the bone in literal seconds. The rain was cold. Wet as it soaked through your thin Rob Zombie concert tee and you could feel the little makeup you happened to be wearing as it ran down your face. The doors leading into the compound’s lobby slid open with a quiet hiss and the blast of cold air from above had you hugging yourself as you stopped in the middle of the drab, military grade concrete room to get your bearings.

Pepper caught sight of you and hurried over, grinning. Laughing softly at your drenched state which had you sticking out your tongue and laughing right back. “How hard is the old man workin himself?” you question before she can even ask you about college or your new roommate or the boy you were dating but have since broken up with.

She frowns. “They’ve been chasing this answer for months. Even with Bruce’s help he’s no closer to a solution.” You cringe at her answer and take a deep breath. “Do you think he’d be talked into taking a break? Just a little one, I uh…” you held up the tray with the two milkshakes and the iced coffee you’d gotten for Pepper as a little treat. “I kind of missed family dinner because stupid rehearsals last weekend and I wanted to make up for it.”

“Are you sure it was just rehearsals? Or did this happen to have anything to do with a certain little jerk that your father and I don’t happen to like?”

“Oh, the little jerk isn’t going to be a problem anymore. I dumped him on Monday. Yeah, apparently he was sleeping with one of the girls in the chorus line, that’s probably the only reason he bothered coming to watch my rehearsals all the time.” you sigh and shrug because there’s not much else to say about the end of your most recent relationship.

Nothing that your father would want to hear because for as long as you or him can remember, since the night your mother went into labor and passed just minutes after safely giving birth to you, it’s been you and your father against the world.

And Tony Stark is nothing if not fiercely overprotective. Especially since his near death experience in the Middle East.

So he tends to turn into a big ol’ baby when you even hint that you might be interested in somebody. And he hasn’t liked any of the guys you’ve dated since at least junior high, give or take a very small and select handful.

Pepper winced and slipped an arm around you. “Hey.. It’s his loss.”

“I know.” you sigh and take another deep breath as you hold out her iced coffee to her and she takes it, taking a sip, “It’s just the usual. Disappointment because so far, any guy I happen to show just a sliver of interest in is either a huge dog, an asshole pretending to be a nice guy or they’re rushing to check off some stupid mental checklist.”

“Maybe you just need a break. Stop looking. Take down the Tinder profile, stop letting your friends set you up with these idiots.” Pepper advised, giving you a soft smile. “Just focus on yourself and sooner or later, the rest will happen.”

You can only nod. Give her a smile because you know she cares about you as much as she cares about your father and she’s only trying to help. And her advice does make a lot of sense. If you stopped looking for the fairytale, for the prince charming or the rare knight in shining armor that doesn’t seem to exist anymore, you’d probably get a lot further in Nursing and maybe you could even open more doors for yourself with your dancing.

Without your stupid side quest for a dream guy who probably doesn’t exist, you could definitely focus more on your upcoming Fall Solo for the dance troupe you managed to get into and attend two days out of the week. They’re not a big deal, they’re local to the area your college campus happens to be located, but… At one of the last Solo shows, there were some pretty big names from Broadway in the crowd.

“Yes ma’am. Yeah… I think I’ll do that.” you smile at Pepper again just as Rhodey makes his way over. He’s all grins and hugs but he does pout when you tell him you didn’t bring food in for him. You laugh soft as you pull away from the man’s bear-like embrace and look up at him. “Has he thrown any chairs out of the lab yet, Uncle Rhodey?”

Rhodey chuckles and shakes his head no. “Banner almost hulked from sheer frustration earlier, damn near caused an incident.”

“Oh no!” your eyes widen and you laugh softly. Somehow, it never fails to make you laugh, picturing your father’s new close friend Bruce -a very quiet and very mild mannered, meek man, getting angry and turning into his alter, Hulk.

Your father tells you some things about his work with the Avengers and the US government. But he won’t tell you everything and as far as the world outside of the team, Pepper, Colson, Fury, Hill and your uncle Rhodey know, you’re not connected to Tony Stark at all.

It’s something that bothered you for quite a while until you realized your father was doing it solely for your sake. To keep you out of danger and the spotlight.

“And there comes the old man now, lil ballerina.” Rhodey nods in your approaching father’s direction and your entire face lights up in a grin as you race towards Tony Stark. He picks you up and spins you around and then he’s solemn. Thick brows knit in concern. “It’s not the weekend, little bit.”

You shrug and shuffle your trusty black leather boots against the speckled concrete flooring of the lobby. “Yeah, well… You sounded like you were verging into code red, old man. So here I am.”

Tony grinned, reaching out to fluff at your hair. You pout up at him a little and Pepper makes her way over to the two of you, holding out the milkshake to him. “Take a break, Tony. She came all this way.”

He chuckled and nodded. Then he turned his attention to you, searching your face with eyes filled full of concern. “Everything okay, little bit?”

“Yeah. It’s just what I said. You sounded and looked stressed out when we had our video call last night.”

His eyes settle on the grease stained bag and he grabs for it, making Pepper laugh as he unwraps the all american cheeseburger you’d gotten for him and nearly inhales it.

You and Pepper share a look.

Commotion from a set of massive and heavy looking double doors nearby has you glancing in that direction and when your gaze settles on the muscular platinum blond you seem to keep bumping into at the gym lately, you try not to stare. You look away and you’re smart enough to do it quick. The blond is being dragged one way by Bucky Barnes and the other guy, a trainee you recognized as security detail from your father’s New Years Eve party, he’s being dragged the opposite direction by Sam Wilson.

Neither Sam nor Bucky look particularly thrilled to be wrangling the hot-headed younger men and the younger men are still shouting, mostly obscenities with the platinum haired male almost feral with rage as he lapses into another language entirely.

Tony chuckles. “Eyes over here, little bit.” and he shakes his head. “It’s the fourth time today those two have tied up. Wilson says it’s over some girl they’re both into. Bucky’s solution was to let ‘em go in and spar a few rounds. Only now we can’t get ‘em to knock it off.”

You laugh softly. And despite knowing now that the platinum haired male is probably worlds away from in your league, there’s just something about him that makes you keep staring. Intently. Not as intently as you were the past few times you found yourself sneaking down to watch him box down at the quiet little gym you both go to, but intently.

,, Your father literally just said the man has a girlfriend… Or a girl he’s interested in.” your mind taunts and this prompts you to focus less on the confrontation in the background and more on what you originally came to the compound to do in the first place. You follow your father and Pepper into your father’s massive private office and you flop down into one of the big leather rolling chairs and promptly recline your feet on the desk as you dig into your own food. Pepper grabs her usual grilled chicken salad and applies her dressing to it and digs in also, the three of you eating in mostly silence.

“So that kid.. Dylan.”

“Hm?” you question.

“Did you ask if he wanted to come out this weekend?” your father asks. You can tell he’d really rather not deal with your former boyfriend. You laugh softly. “Nope. And I’m not going to, either.”

“Why not?”

“We broke up. I don’t move fast enough for him or something. Either way, he was sleeping with Marina, that chorus girl.”

Tony winced. Gazed at you in concern. “Are you alright? Do you wanna talk? Hug it out? Go somewhere and smash something together?” and his choices to help you get over the little bit of hurt you do feel make you laugh softly and shake your head. You take a sip of the thick milkshake through your straw, blowing noisy bubbles. You shrug as if it’s nothing because if you really stop and think about it, it kind of is.

You have standards. You weren’t feeling the connection required to even consider giving yourself to your former boyfriend.

“I think I’ll be okay. I can just focus on the nursing program and dance now. I mean..” you pause to take a bite of your own burger, grimacing when tomato drips down and onto your shirt just above the red lettering, “The fall solo is coming up. This just means I can work harder.”

Your father nods. Then gazes at you with a gentle look of concern. “Just not too hard, kid. You started dancing because you love it. It starts to feel like work, you won’t anymore.” he says it in a gently firm tone and you nod, quick to reassure him that you’d never do that to yourself.

You can feel him relaxing the longer you stay but you also know that you need to get back into the city and it’s a good two hours drive. Your father’s never particularly liked you driving at night and honestly, you’ve never cared for it either.

As you hug him goodbye, you catch a glimpse of platinum hair and dark gray under armour as the platinum male speeds around a corner down the hallway, disappearing through a door and into a room. You want to roll your eyes at yourself.

He’s a fucking Avenger. So not only is he off limits for other reasons but if your father even thought something was going on between you two... oh my god.. And you’re just the typical garden-variety college girl. Sure, you’re Tony Stark’s daughter, but your father’s always been more of a normal, down to earth -and slightly eccentric, guy who just happens to have gotten lucky and made his way in the world.

You’ve always just seen him as Dad and yourself as a normal girl.

You convince yourself again that finding out the platinum blond male you’ve been eyeing at the gym for weeks now is definitely out of your league and you make yourself focus on saying goodbye to your father and Pepper. And you walk out of the compound into the fading sunlight.

As your hand reaches for the handle to the red sports car you drive, you catch sight of him lurking behind you in the reflection of your driver side window. You turn abruptly and this puts you molded tight against firm muscles and you have to try really hard to bite back any number of unholy noises threatening to fall from your lips as a large and rough hand settles palm down against the curve of your hip and his fingers dig against the thin fabric of your favorite shirt while he takes several long and deep breaths. He’s got icewater eyes locked on you, his gaze lingering heavily on your lips. You gulp because suddenly the air is thick and it’s hot; heavy enough you’re almost choking.

Some hair falls into your face and his other hand raises, catching softly against the side of your face as he pushes the fallen strands back behind your ear. His hips dig against your lower body.

He still hasn’t said a single word. But there’s something so territorial and yet so soft ; slow and gentle and yet somehow, slow doesn’t seem to fit him at all, about the touching, the look in his eyes. You swallow hard again and he bites his lip as he stares at your mouth.

You can feel the way he’s straining against dark gray sweatpants and before you can stop it, a whimper does fall from your mouth. The whimper makes him smirk ever so slightly.

And then, without a single word from either of you, he’s gone, leaving behind only a literal dust trail and the ghost of his scent to linger in the air just a little.

You lean back against the car and take several deep breaths.

“But of fucking course I want the one guy I know I can’t have. What happened to giving up on the fairytale?” you laugh aloud at yourself as you mumble the words in fading light, “Because that was… Not doing it.” you tug at your shirt and use it to fan yourself because your body feels hot all over. Especially the places his hands were against your skin or on you at all.

“Jesus christ.” you mutter as you finally calm down enough to unlock your sports car and get into it. As you drive away, all you can do is replay the whole thing in your mind.

And wonder why it felt like the little impromptu appearance he made while you were in the parking lot was him, staking his claim.

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inklore · 2 years

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hcs for dating selina pls <3

pairing: selina kyle x (f)reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: mentions of smut (oral, fingering), talks of jealousy and violence. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.

etc: this woman having me in an absolute chokehold and reminding me just how gay i am? absolutely! also please note i was highly intoxicated when i wrote these lmao.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

This woman is the MOST protective, like I'm talking you saying you’re going out to get bagels and her being like “oh let me come” when it’s a one minute walk from your apartment. Or her telling you to call her when you arrive where you are going; it’s not obsessive, she just worries, Gotham has crazies and she doesn't know what she would do without you, she trusts you of course, just not other people.

She’s also the type to randomly surprise you with gifts, like you mentioned you wanted that cute cup that one time? That sweater? Or this cute bracelet she may or may not have stolen from some hedge fund’s wife. She will bring you gifts at the most random times and it always ends with you on the brink of tears, pulling her into a tight hug, a dozen kisses; each of her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, her lips. Her inisting “it’s not that big of a deal, honey, you know I’d give you the moon”

Sometimes you wish you could accompany her on her endeavors, wish you could see that part of her, but you’ve seen the aftermath one too many times. Seen her covered in bruises; one’s your lips press to softly, gently, feed her iron pills until they heal faster. While she rolls her eyes and insists she's fine, “that’s life, baby, people get bruised. I do love you taking care of me of me though” she teases, and you both know you’d always be there to take care of her, help her

She usually sleeps during the day, the afternoon drifting on by as she sleeps off her nightly adventures. Her white tank and undies stark contrast to her complexion, the evening sun shining off of her supple ass as she lays sprawled out on her stomach, you don't want to wake her but know she needs at least two hours before work to wake and get around or she never will

So you make her coffee the way she likes; more milk than actual coffee, and press kisses along the visible skin on her back until she stirs, groans, mewls, curses you with a kiss to your lips for waking her in the same breath she is thanking you for the caffeine

Once or twice someone at your diner job has given you a hard time and no matter how hard you try to hide the hurt you feel from it, or the frown from having such a shit day also apparent on your lowered brows, she always knows. Can always tell when somethings off, can sense it. And she's right there asking you what happened, finger tips running down your arms soothing, “whose ass am I going to kick?”

And she will, has before. You’ve lost count at all the ways this woman has fought for your honor, in honor of you.

You’d like to pretend that Selina is the only one who brings home strays, but that would be the biggest lie you’ve ever told. And it’s always the same reaction from the both of you, waltzing into the apartment with a tabby in your arms and one of you sighs and says “better pick a name”

When she’s gearing up to go out, you sat on the edge of the bed watching her slip on her leather suit, the way it hugs to her body, the way her boots give her even more height so she’s towering over you even more; your mouth goes dry, your thighs aching from how tightly pressed together they are, and on some nights you can get away with pulling her between your legs, her fingers under your chin to lift your head to look up at her “something you need, honey?” She asks with a smirk, as if she can’t see the want in your eyes, as if she doesn’t let her hands roam and run along the leather of her body playfully, smirking to herself as she watches your desire grow as she does, through the mirror when she’s putting on her costume; what can she say? She loves inticiting you, loves bringing you to that closeness of needy insanity

And the nights that she actually stays home, lets you strip the leather from her body, your mouth tracing over her flesh, sucking and licking at her pebbled nipples until her nails are lightly digging into your back, her body arching into yours

She’s always so vocal, always so sweet sounding when she’s moaning, when her hands are doing their best to fist the sheets, withering against your mouth, “I’m close, baby, fuck, your fucking tongue, such a good girl” she whines

On nights when the two of you stay in, that doesn't involve each of you coming more times than you can count, Selina convinces you to watch some cheesy movie, her legs across your lap, the tip of her nails softly massaging your scalp, her snorts and scoffs at all the cliche parts making you laugh more than the movie actually does

She’s not the best cook, but that doesn't mean she doesnt try, or does not fill the dingy apartment with black smoke and the two of you ending up eating pizza on the balcony until the smell wafts out, Selina pointing out all of the buildings of Gotham she’s been in, promising the two of you will get out of there someday

Maybe you'll go to the country have a small farm full of cats and sheep or something cheesy like that, “or maybe we’ll find some trust fund douche to take down, so I can spoil my baby” she teases as she kisses the side of your neck

She's a dominant person by nature so most nights she's the one taking control of you, guiding your head to her wet core, telling you how to lick her. Or making you cum on your vibrator, fucking you with her tongue until you’ve made a mess, until the apartment is filled with the smell of sweat and sex

And she loves nothing more than whispering dirty words to you, loves letting you know just how good you feel, taste, how beautiful you sound, “my little siren” she whispers against your lips as her fingers play with your clit, bring you to the edge, ready to fall over that precipice, and then they're gone and she's chuckling softly against your skin

She's not a jealous person, not by nature. The both of you know you have an unspoken vow, love for one another, so there's nothing to worry about. But on the rare occasion the two of you go out for some fun and someone flirts with you, buys you a drink, comes on a little too strong, you cant help but smile at the way she silently throws daggers at them, the twitch of her wrist—to reach out and scratch them surely—the low scowl, and then taking you home and fucking you so good to remind you’re hers

#selina kyle #selina kyle x reader #catwoman x reader #selina kyle smut #selina kyle x you #catwoman x you #catwoman smut #selina kyle one shot #selina kyle headcanon #selina kyle fic #selina kyle fanfic #selina kyle x y/n #catwoman fic #**

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astrologgeek · 3 years

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⚠️ I do not give any permission to anyone reading this post to re-post my content nor plagiarize it. This content belongs to me and myself only @astrologgeek ⚠️

My ✨astro✨ notes

Part 1.

This is my first post on tumblr, I've been learning astrology for over a year now - and I have finally succeeded and wrote my own personal astrology notes! ⚠️these are my own personal observations and notes, which means that whatever I'm saying here isn't 100% astrology accurate & approved by any professional astrologer⚠️ hope you enjoy I guess <3 (BTW: if anyone wants to repost or anything pls tag me, and don't steal pls!! I've worked so hard on these.)

• Taurus risings have 2 types of luaghter: crying-like laugh because of their 3rd house cancer or a smirky / deep-like laugh because of their capricorn 9th house. As a taurus rising I approve this message.

• speaking of taurus risings: gemini 2nd house ppl may joke a lot about their self worth. They also have a very big vocal range - whether they can sing or not, they can be great at dubbing.

• Neptune in the 2nd house have dreamy voices / amazing singing abilities or they may sound like a someone that does drugs / smoke / just high.

• having your mars in the 10th house can indicate a modeling career, especially if your MC is in good aspects with your ASC.

• virgo 9th house people have the most provocative sense of humor, they are also a "know-it-all". Yet, they are extremely loyal, so passionate and devoted to their duties.

• whichever house your pluto is in explains your deepest fears and where there is true chaos in your life (I'll make a post about it!)

• having your pluto in libra - as pluto being the planet of our generations - means that these people have always tried to fit into norms and into society, to not stand out, to be the most basic they can try. I believe that if they had a catchfraze it would be: "fake it 'till you make it".

• whatever house you have libra in is an area in your life that tries to fit in norms / society / normality (libra 11th house: have friends that are normal & basic / you try to to fit in society to make friends)

• aries rising's facial expressions are IMMACULATE (aries rules the face, so it's fitting that their face and facial expression will be very dominant)

• if your lilith conjuncts your saturn then solving the dark and hidden parts of you will help your career life grow and evolve as well.

• Mars-neptune aspects makes your anger blurry - like you don't know when your angry or how to feel / express your anger. Bonus points if the moon has contact with mars.

• There are 2 houses that rule the feeling of not belonging: the 11th house (not belonging because ur special, unique, weird, not normal) and the 12th house (not belonging because of your lonely energy, your blurry energy that makes you feel drifted from everyone automatically)

• Parent & children 🤝 not understanding each other's generation. Why, you may ask? Most if the time the age gap between children & their parents is 25 - 40 years, now if pluto is changing it's sign every 12 (mostly) - 31 years it means that the gap of the signs is creating a square! Example: gen z (pluto in sag) & boomers and karens (pluto in virgo), yet gen z (pluto in sag) & gen of pluto in leo (our grandparents) are creating a trine aspect (good relationship between generations).

• Capricorn stelliums are the most impatient people ever, time just moves with their own schedule and they are the ones that are always perfectly in time. Why? Saturn, which is ruled by capricorn: is ruling time.

• 12th house placements in general but especially 12th house NN & chiron 10th house people have a hero complex, that we must help everyone and save everyone. It's because the 12th house is about selflessness and empathy.

• Sagittarius rising feel so intimate and private, like no one really knows them - because of their 12th house scorpio, which makes their intimate side hidden, and makes them a mystery.

• Your 7th house sign is also the sign you have celebrity-crushes & obsessions on.

• You can know leo's even without them having a sun, moon or rising in leo. They are just SO noticeable! Their energy is just IMMACULATE

• I think that 12th house people are very intersted in prisons, mental hospitals, illusions and parties actually! Now all of them are understood because of our natural will to search for the unkown and the mystery and the unrealistic stuff in our lives, stuff that makes your soul change.

But why parties? Parties may be a place filled with people and noise which 12th house ppl won't like but the thing is parties are a fun illusion, with the lights changing all the time and the music that makes our body adapt to an entirely different environment because of it - it makes u very much aware of everything within the noise and loudness and madness.

• Talking about parties and 12th house people - I have noticed that they have 2 options of how they act:

1. They sit in the corner and analyze literally anything or just drown in their own thoughts or distract themselves from "all of the eyes looking at them".

2. They try to dance and get involve in the party but they're or getting to carried away and then feel embarrassed af and isolate themselves or immediately regrets it and goes to isolate themselves.

• 10th house transits for ppl who haven't graduated high school / university yet will be manifesting in their school life because it's where you're "supposed" to find your career path.

• In my opinion, the co-ruler of fun (which is ruled by leo) is sagittarius. Why? Leo rules entertainment and sagittarius is the ruler of jupiter, which resembles happiness, optimism (, expansion, growth) which is like the soul purpose of fun and entertainment.

• Even tho communication and the social media are a mercury - thing, I actually think that specific parts have 2 or even 3 rulers. For example: articles are ruled by gemini, virgo and aquarius (gemini to represent the creativeness and flowing speech in the article (also gossip if included), virgo to represent the order and wording of the article and how it's represented and brought to the readers and aquarius is for the fact that articles always talk about new, innovative or unusual things that are happening currently [little bit of cap right here lol] in the world, which also bring awareness (def an aqua theme).

• As the 8th house representing secrets, intimacy and shared resources - it must mean that people with this stellium or placements LOVE gossip. gossip is the combination of shared resources (media - which related to my last note - so gossip pages are gemini scorpio thing), intimacy and secrets.

• I have a theory - vehicles, as all materials and machines - are ruled by earth signs, so here are each vehicles rulers in my opinion:

virgo rules the air-vehicles (plains, helicopters etc.) Because that's a mutable sign that's adaptable of change the most out of every earth sign, and because the sky is so unpredictable and there's infinite courses of ways to reach ur destination - virgo fits the most to it.

capricorn rules the sea-vehicles (ships, boats, submarines etc.) Because that's a cardinal sign, an initiator that doesn't wait for things to happen, but makes sure every sudden change has a stable solution, also the sea is such an exotic place - fitting for a Capricorn's rich taste in views and life. Other than that, water may be unpredictable as well, but less than the open air and sky. Capricorns are the sea goats for a reason ;)

And last but not least - taurus rules the earth-vehicles. As The most stable, grounded, stubborn & down to earth sign it's kind of fitting for the vehicles that moves through the earth to have taurus as it's ruler. As cars, motorcycles etc. Have roads, so does taurians have their own, only path. They depend on the only thing they trust and any sudden change will make chaos. It's also the most comfortable - the thing taurians are craving for most.

I HOPE U ENJOYED my astro-notes :) I'll def try to keep them coming lmao if y'all would want to. Hope y'all Have a nice day 💕

#astrology #astro notes #witchcraft #astrology observations #zodiac #12th house #taurus #astrologgeek

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oivsyo · 2 years

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do you allow people to repost or to reuse your work with proper credit?

Good day!

It's a good question, thank you for asking!

1) I have accounts on various platforms (Tumblr, Twitter, Pixiv, DeviantArt, Vkontakte, Instagram, Pinterest, Weibo, Lofter, Tik-tok) so I do not approve reposts/reuploads of my art on these platforms. You can find all links here

In case you are interested in posting my art on some other platforms - DM me.

If you are too shy to DM me (but why? I don't bite) pls give proper credits ( 'credits to author' is not a proper credit :) and provide active links to Twitter or Tumblr.

2) I strongly disapprove of editing/adding filters to my art, as well as cropping them and removing watermarks. Moreover, I should say that such manipulations hurt me much more than posting without asking. Colors, tones, contrast are all parts of my art, I spend hours creating a piece of art I have in my head and when I see my pic edited, I consider it disrespectful handling =(

3) I hope it goes without saying, anywayI do not approve commercial use of my art or any parts of it, as well as mass reprinting and selling prints.

However fell free to print my art for personal non-profit use.

4) You can use my art as profile pics and covers on your social nets. Tag me if possible :)

5) I don't approve of editing my arts into other ships (there was the case of editing my arts into NejiTen, lol) - it doesn't hurt me, but I think it's a childish behavior. If you want an art with your fav ship - look for this ship art or order a commission or donate to an artist that draws your fav ship so that they can draw more. Or at least like/comment on their art to encourage them.

In case you do such a silly thing bc you...I don't know...want to share it with your friends in private chats - keep it private and make sure your 'art' won't leak to the Internet.

6) Fanfic covers: my general position is that I do not approve some tropes in NejiHina fanfiction, such as Neji treating Hinata disrespectfully, romanticizing of verbal and physical abuse, r_pe, excessive violence between Neji and Hinata, so I do not want my art be associated with such things and fanfics.

If you want you use my art for your fanfic cover and your fic DOESN'T include any things mentioned above - DM me. Btw I would be grateful if you share your fic with me, I’m reading NejiHina fics from time to time and I think it is important for creators to support and encourage each other =)

7) Tik-tok videos/AMVs -you can use my art providing proper credits.

8) In case you are reading this years/decades after I wrote it and there are no updates on my accs for years - feel free to repost my art with credits. I was in the fandom in 2006 and I returned to it in 2021 and I see that many creators from the past are not in the fandom anymore for some reasons. But I think it is important to keep their art alive by posting, spreading and not forgetting it. Respectful handling is essential. Art is immortal.

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hey there :) so what i came here to tell you is that i am ab-so-lute-ly amazed, blown away, on my knees. pussy fiend is SUCH A GOOD FIC!!!!! i can't even begin to comprehend this level of greatness – the character development, the pace, the relationships, the dialogues (the banter!!?????). when i prepared myself to read it i first thought: "ok, here goes another fuckboy!donghyuck fanfic". not that those are necessarily bad but i often find them to be quite cliché without working donghyuck into the role (not that we really know him like really but from what we can gather about his personality) so that he becomes 2 dimensional instead of a unique character. but you, god, it was so so beautiful to read your characterisation of him, his little quirks and his softness underneath that constant teasing. and the mct oo. they tend to be quite 2 dimensional too and i mean i get it, writing reader x … fics doesn't give you that much room to really explore or even develop the character because you don't want to exclude anyone so it's easy to fall back on well-tried clichés but you made her a real character, someone i could genuinely cheer for and wish the best.

i don't mean to diss other writers by the way, i mean for one i read those fics, secondly people don't become great writers (or great at anything) over night, things take practice and you have to start somewhere which is already a very brave thing (because i, unfortunately, am one of those people who are so afraid of failure they don't start anything new rather than being bad at it) and also you don't have to be good at something to enjoy doing it and last but not least obviously writing reader x … isn't an inherently bad thing, some of the best fics (yours included) are reader x … fics. just wanted to make that clear.

back to the topic (cause i'm not finished yet …) i also loved jeno so much?????!!!! his cluelessness is so sweet especially when in the end he is not that clueless after all, just super chill which is even more sweet. that's actually the one thing i would have to complain about because i wanted to see more of him. he could literally be the best side character i have ever read (at least right now i can't think of one i love more) and i reeeeaaally want him as my roommate!!!!! living with him would be so chill but also so fun, gaaah

also because on your masterlist it says not to repost does that include reblogs? i'm not that familiar with tumblr language to be honest. from what i understand reblogs help posts gain more visibility which is what a lot of writers want (naturally) but i wanted to make sure before i do something you explicitly asked not to do

HI HI HELLO my answer is under the readmore and it’s in the indented text (you’ll see) but THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVELY ASK :D im so happy you liked my fic!!!!!

EEEEE THANK YOU i do enjoy my dialogue and banter 😭😭😭 literally everything you just mentioned are my favorite parts when writing 😭😭😭

when i prepared myself to read it i first thought: "ok, here goes another fuckboy!donghyuck fanfic". not that those are necessarily bad but i often find them to be quite cliché without working donghyuck into the role (not that we really know him like really but from what we can gather about his personality) so that he becomes 2 dimensional instead of a unique character.

no i totally get you !! i am a fuckboy fic enthusiast personally bUT i do love a good like. fuckboy with feelings fic :D

but you, god, it was so so beautiful to read your characterisation of him, his little quirks and his softness underneath that constant teasing.

🥹🥹🥹 this emoji is so fitting right now omg PLS IM SO . SOFT I LOVE THIS I LOVE HEARING PPL LIKE MY WRITING ESP MY CHARACTERIZATION it means a lot to me bc i think abt it a lot when i’m writing !!!!

and the mct oo. they tend to be quite 2 dimensional too and i mean i get it, writing reader x … fics doesn't give you that much room to really explore or even develop the character because you don't want to exclude anyone so it's easy to fall back on well-tried clichés but you made her a real character, someone i could genuinely cheer for and wish the best.

no again i totally hear you i try to be inclusive visually in that the main character isn’t written to look a certain way and i try to make up for that by giving my main character a lot of personality !! like most of my main characters i am deeply fond of 😭😭😭

(dw i totally get you bestie no worries!! writing isn’t easy you’re v right)

SEE I LOVE JENO IN THIS FIC best guy friend jeno is just . a lovely thought to me and ooooh rly 🤔 more jeno you say 🤔 inchresting inchresting I LIKED HIM A LOT listen there aren’t many times where i leave out things but i have also never written a fic that’s almost 70k so . some like more small scenes def got left behind but he rly was so fun to write djfjdjjdd

OH no that doesn’t include reblogs! reposting is when someone copies and pastes my work into a new post for any reason :D reblogs are very fine and even encouraged!! thank you for asking 🥺🥺🥺

#answered #mirrorforthesun

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weirdsht · 2 years

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Creterion . Andromeda

a/n: this'll be the last time I'll write for creterion fsdbgsfgbpsg like i might write some sagau fics here and there but its eh. anyways what i'm trying to say is i'll end it here before it gets worse HAHAHAHAHHAA

Is this messy? yes it was on purpose okay, i wanted to try and convey how chaotic sagau darling's mind is idk if i did it right tho sorry sjhfgisgdfisg

Warnings: messy messy fic, kinda venti centered? like venti was the most mentioned one, yandere tendencies, possessive behavior, cult behavior, gaslighting?, hints of imposter syndrome, paranoia, stockholm syndrome?, if i miss something lmk and i'll add it

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

If there's something missing in the warnings let me know so I can add it

Any form of interaction toward the post is appreciated <333

This is a series but it can be read as a stand alone

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Is this really right? Are they sure they didn’t make a mistake or something? Even if they didn't, is living this way really fine? Isn’t this kind of unhealthy?

Those were only some of the questions that plague your mind from time to time.

It wasn’t like this from the start. The beginning was butterflies and rainbows, like a dream come true. But then everything begins to be too much. The worship got so much more intense and the direct acolytes got more possessive.

The characters you used to enjoy seeing behind the screen, oh don’t even mention them. They were loving, they really were but it’s too much. They make you feel like you can’t do anything by yourself, everything you try to do they’ll take it from you successfully infantilizing you.

At first you tried to understand, tried to put yourself in their shoes, but as it went on you began to notice how unhealthy it is. Every single one of them wants to monopolize you, everyone wants a part, no at this point they can’t be satiated with just a part of you. They won’t show it in front of you, saying something along the lines ‘wanting to show you paradise only’.

But you aren’t dumb. You know what goes on behind your back. No matter how much they tried to baby you, you never let them dimmer down your wits. And it scared you, what you know scared you. You know what they want, you know what they’re planning but you can’t do anything.

This isn’t your world, well it is according to them but still this isn’t where you grew up. You don’t have the usual resource that you can access from your world.

Maybe that’s what they intended from the start, and that made you scared, oh so scared.

While you’re drowning in your own paranoia, your loyal acolytes have no idea what’s going on. Though that may be the case, they still know that something was wrong.

They tried everything to make you feel better. Spoiling you, being at your beck and call, anything just to see you be your usual self again. To no avail though you just seemingly got worse.

Everything got so bad that your mental plagues soon took its toll on your physical health. After months of negative thoughts eating you up everyone resorted to putting you on bed rest on your serenitea pot castle.

Nobody knows what to do, no medicine would work and you won’t even speak to them. Qiqi tried to gather the best of herbs she can find but to no avail, the light in your eyes wouldn’t come back no matter how hard they try.

Plagues and worries consume your acolytes but no matter how much they worry it wouldn’t help you in any other way. All of that was vanquished when you finally spoke to Venti.

“Is this really right? Was this really how I should live my life?” you spoke softly, vocal chords a bit rough for not speaking in months. Venti could only offer you a light squeeze to further encourage you to speak whatever’s brooding your mind.

“I just-”

“I don’t know”

“I don’t know anymore?”

You couldn't help but break down and cry, all those emotions you’ve been keeping to yourself finally got filled up and overflowed.

At first Venti wasn’t sure what to do. For a second the bard thought about calling the others, but seeing your face, your poor broken hearted, lost face, he knew he can’t leave you alone.

“Tell me, tell me what’s bothering you. Tell the things tormenting you so I can help you fight them. Even if it’s not the things worrying you, I don’t care, just please tell me something, please speak to me.” Venti begged tenderly. He couldn’t take and see you suffer like this, no matter what it may be he will try and resolve it. No, he must resolve it, he will do anything just to see you be like how you were when you first got to Teyvat.

With a mix of hiccups, sobs, and incoherent words you let your heart out in front of the bard. After suffering for a long time you finally resigned to accepting and showing vulnerability at one the person you resented for a long time.

He was at loss for words. Quite frankly he was at loss in general. The former anemo archon didn’t know that it was them causing you so much distress. Their feelings of only showing you good things got drowned with greed and this was the result.

You cried in his arms until you fell asleep that night. Venti caressed you softly while offering gentle words to try and ease some of the ache your heart was feeling.

That night he made up his mind. It’ll be hard, but he will give his everything to set things right. It doesn’t matter what the others would say, Venti only wanted for you to be happy again. As the god of freedom and as someone who finally managed to swim away from their greed, Venti, no Barbatos promised you that everything will be alright again.

He will break those invisible chains shackling you, even if it’s the last thing he does.

#creterion . sagau #sagau #genshin impact #platonic genshin #genshin #genshin sagau #yandere genshin impact #tw yandere #yandere #genshin venti #venti

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weirdsht · 3 years

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Creterion . Fornax - Sagau

a/n: endterms are coming up and i wish i have albedo's intelligence to pull me through T^T

Warnings: soft yandere, hints of possessiveness, hints of murder (genocide?), everyone is keeping a secret from darling (let me know if there’s anything I should add here)

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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This is a series but it can be read as a stand alone

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The furnace feels so warm as you sit in front of it with some sweets in front of you.

No matter how well you insist they won't let you go out of the teapot realm. Sure you enjoy the house they worked hard for you but you’re getting sick of it. It’s just the same view every time. You want to see the nations you’ve explored in game and see them for yourself.

But alas no one would budge. “Please~ I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll behave very well as long as you let go anywhere that’s outside this teapot.” Those were your usual pleas and whines but usually they’ll just pat your head and say that it’s still dangerous. You try your best to understand their reasoning but you simply can’t wrap your head around it. They have visions, they’re strong, heck some of them are archons, what could possibly harm you as long as you have them near you.

“We’re very grateful for your confidence in us but it’s still a no. As much as we want to heed to your wishes, your safety is our main priority.” That’s what Zhongli usually tells you when you try to reason with him. He and the others understand, they really do. After all this world was created for you so you should have every right to explore. Teyvat was for you and only you, Teyvat itself understands it but that doesn’t eliminate the threats the world holds.

The furnace is your favorite place inside the house, it’s your comfort place.

Venti smiles softly as he passes by the living room. How can he not when you’re there in front of the furnace with a blanket around you as you tinker with one of your gadgets that Albedo brought from your world. The bard was tempted to sit beside you and ask for your attention but pressing matters must be completed. The anemo archon tells himself that there’s always next time as he goes to the next room where a meeting is being held.

“Our highness is getting antsy, we need to dispose of all of them fast.” The chief alchemist immediately went straight to the point as the meeting started. Albeit a bit rude, the others understand the rush. “I understand but we simply cannot let those vile creatures corrupt thy.” After the geo archon finishes expressing his thoughts the dark knight hero proceeds to speak as well. “Fret not, we’re almost done with segregating the believers and eliminating those vile creatures. Just keep them distracted for a few more days and then we can finally present Teyvat to our beloved deity.”

The meeting ended with them agreeing to the conclusion Diluc provided. All of them cannot wait to finally show you around Teyvat. Some people, like Traveller and Childe, are already conjuring fun activities you all can do.

The furnace brings you comfort, even when you're alone it doesn’t feel lonely as long as you can hear the fire cackling as it keeps you company.

Another day, another rejection. Yae Miko is well aware that you really are mildly infuriated. That fact doesn’t stop her from cooing at you as you sulk in front of your favorite furnace after the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing declines your request to go out without even batting an eye. You glared at the fox envoy when she approached you while laughing with dango milk on her hands.

“Stop laughing at me~ you won’t understand how bored I am cooped up in this place.” the guuji merely laughed harder causing you to pout and shove her lightly. “So you mean to tell me that you don’t appreciate the abode we worked hard to build for you and only you?” her very fake sorrowful tone made you whine more. “You know that’s not what I meant Miko.”

Yae Publishing House’s owner merely smiled as she handed you the dango milk in her hands. “Drink up, we cannot have our precious daemon being dehydrated now. As much as I want to accompany you with more duty calls, I must go to the shrine. No, don't give me those eyes I cannot take you with me. Ei will throw a tantrum like you if I do” Your face fell with the hopes of going to the shrine as Yae bid you goodbye. Everything was temporarily forgotten though as you take a sip of the dango milk the electro vision wielder left.

“We’re sorry that this is taking so long but I promise you that you will get your wish soon.” You’re sure you heard a certain yaksha whisper in your ear as you slowly embrace slumber. If you were awake you'd probably think about what his words mean but your mind is too hazy to conjure coherent thoughts. Xiao’s words drift away into the night and are forgotten the next morning.

The furnace is nothing like Teyvat, the world you want to explore, but it'll have to do as your liegemen made sure all threats to your well being are eliminated.

#creterion . sagau #sagau #genshin sagau #genshin self aware #self aware au #self aware genshin #yandere genshin impact #soft yandere #yandere #cult au #genshin cult au

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