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sativasession · 5 months ago

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i always see people on tiktok tryna get real accurate with makeup looks for the astrology placements but somehow the comments are never pleased, so ill try tell yall MY hottakes and again, it‘s up to you to decide whether you follow my opinions or nah. on tiktok, i often see mentions of venus and the rising when talking about makeup, but in my PERSONAL life, i‘ve noticed venus is more about how i view beauty and not how what is beautiful on my self. soo, i came to the conclusion to mix the rising and the mars.

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leo rising/leo mars

lioness baess, i feel like yalls voluminious mane might just even be enough, i mean just going for vaseline and lipliner and a bomb outfit and yalls hair literally makes up the whole look. but if you do want to opt to makeup: for yall, definitely enhance your beautiful cat eyes and draw that eyeliner wing. some dark (not black though, that‘s for your marsian ppl like scorpio) eyeshadow around your eyes and just using bronzer in general. try drawing attention to your eye area, it truly is a blessed trait of yall. some matte lipliner is also appreciated. overall, this is not a very glossy look imo. (also if yall know that glamour trend on tiktok w the leopard print on the face, that wld definitely compliment your faces, ill add a pic below incase yall dont what im talkin abt) ALSOOO i feel like alexa demie captures the look so perfectly with her leo rising, although she has a gemini mars which makes her more experiemental, especially with her eye makeup. ill get to that later though

scorpio mars/rising

with this placement, enchaning your eyes is also a must imo. i would go for lashes to give more emotion to your eyes that are influenced by the element of water while keeping the darker themes of mars with eyeliner or black eyeshadow, ANDD drawing in your waterline with a black eye pencil. i‘ve noticed drawn on freckles sometimes really look good with this placement which is so random tbh. with this look, maybe a more sublte approach to your lips with lipliner, id recommend a liptint and try make them look pouty. (giving in to the water element themes. also kali uchis has a scorpio rising, try looking at the way she does her eye area- she knows exactly what to do to make it stand out) also i LOVEE dark hair on yall!! like dark brown/BLACK just does it for yall fr. and piercings toooo

virgo mars/virgo rising

i see the same opinions on virgo rising continuosly, saying to keep it clean, natural, soft, etc. although i‘ve noticed that especially for virgo placements, they have to pay attention to the rising/mars, if they would like to try a more personalized look. ( for a brief example, a virgo rising with a leo mars would want to focus on the leo themes while doing their makeup, as for a pisces rising virgo mars, it‘d be the pisces themes that get the attention. a good example i can think of is beabadoobee, she has a virgo rising with a gemini mars, she steers clear from the natural/clean look and is completely influenced by the experimental side of the gemini mars. i will get into the influence of gemini mars later) now less talking about the facts, more about what you‘re here for: it is clear that you are blessed with symmetrical features, especially big eyes, expressive eyes that deserve admiration, for that to be achieved, i suggest wispy lashes. highlighter in the corner of your eyes deffo too. with these placements i would go for the deer makeup look, just try taking advantage of the features you possess. i also recommend enhancing your lips, make them fuller, poutier, glossier perhaps. (the pictures i have put below are very general, as i‘ve said for a more personal look you have to consider what i mentioned at the beginning)

pisces mars/rising

yall neptunians are ethereal asfff🙏 enhance that shi fr. you all just embody fairies imo, you guys definitely look otherwordly. i LOOVE pisces rising eyes, whether you like it or not, you guys will always look a little bit different from the rest, but in a VERY good way, like you are from a dream. let me stop my rant about the beauty of pisces. soo for a more extravagant look i would suggest like little beads around the eyes that create a wing or sth similiar to that, also baby pink/blue or just shimmery eyeshadow definitelyy. but for a more day to day look, highlight your eyesss, just bring out those water eyes ykwim. i feel like for every placement here i have talked about the eyes but this one is a must as well. the brows that seem to look good are either thin asf or bushy asf, but ofc yall choose what u do w ur face bro dont listen to me. also another very random observation, pisces placements look so fine with two front hair pieces braided or bangs. i haven‘t mentioned blush for the previous placements cause it isn‘t a must but i do recommend using some type of blush, even on the tip of the nose. yall dont have to do a lot to your lips, ive noticed most have fuller lips and try keep the lips natural with gloss maybe?

libra mars/rising

when i think of yall, i js envision makeup that doesnt look natural if ykwim? like the natural look is beautiful too but with yall it would be good if you can tell theres makeup. (i hope im explaining this correctly) here again, i feel like some nude-pink or brown typa eyeshadow looks so good w a small wing, not the typa wing youd pull for leo placements tho. this look is more subtle but still stands out. i‘ve noticed long lashes look really good here so if mascata can‘t do the trick, invest in some lashes (but NOT ones that make your eyes droopy, rather ones that lift your face) y‘all usually have almond eyes so if you got lucky, all typa lashes suit you. here it is similiar to pisces placements, dont try make your face darker/deeper (like w scorpio for example), try keeing it light and soft. also i find birthday makeup looks real nice on yall. here the usual blush and maybe bronzer shld be used, also for the lips go for lipliner AND gloss!! the romantic look just fits yall fr

capricorn mars/rising

bronzer after bronzer and top it with bronzer. nah jk but like yalls bone structure shld stand out even more with the makeup you use, think tim burton character. i think accentuating your cheekbones and jawline with some contour shld rlly be a priority, also contouring your nose and highlighting it. i think highlighter and contour are important for this placement. also i have a vision heavy like contrast for the lips, like a dark lipliner going into a more nude middle of the lip, or idk just the lips should be a bit darker. i have noticed with my best friend who has a capricorn rising she has very beautiful long lashes, she knows how to make them pop with mascara and doesn’t even need eyeliner, because her lashes make it look like there is a wing there already if ykwim. i feel like darker themes around your eye area is good too. maybe if you‘re into eye shadow and have a darker skin complexion, golden eyeshadow could really do it for you fr. kylie jenner has this placement aswell and if you need some support for your makeup looks, try looking at her vids/pics. if you are looking for a more natural look, skip the foundation maybe and eyeshadow.

aquarius mars/rising

idk if it is only me but these placements remind me of pearl from the movie trilogy X,pearl and maXXXine. i‘d try going for metalic/dark blue and blue eye area shit. yall know that one typa wing you do with colored eyeliner or with eyeshadow that goes on the eyelid, ill put a pic below but i feel like THAT looks so so fineee on yall. i feel like a lot of crazy looks just look good on yall, yalls faces is like a canvas ready to be colored and you can be so creative with what you do. i think highlighter around the eyes is great too. you guys can basically do anything and pull it off imo. i feel like lashes are also fire w this placement, thinking of nicki minaj here lowkey.

gemini mars/rising

experimental asf🙏 i can‘t lie but the first thing that came to mind was beabadoobee, i have already mentioned the virgo rising aspect and it is like i said, the gemini mars has a BIG influence on it. throughout the years she has had so many looks and she pulled them off with such ease. here again, your face is like a canvas that is ready to be painted. experiment with makeup, but focus on your eye area alot!! dye your hair, change your eyebrows, get piercings, etc. (ofc don‘t do ts if you dont feel like it, hope y‘all listen to yourselves and not random tumbler blogs) all in all, my advice to u guys is experiment. it is so fun and benefits you sm, you will find what looks best on you by just having fun w it and treating it like art imo. (ill add 2 pics of beabadoobee at the top so for those who dk her see what i mean by her experiment with makeup and style aswell is a big one i forgot to mention!! she has switched styles and rocked all. another important mention is alexa demie, im sure we all know her. she has a leo rising with a gemini mars and again, the experimental looks fit her so well. she sticks to the leo themes but also experiments so much with her eye makeup looks and style. alexa demie is the prime example on why you should focus on BOTH placements and not only focus on the rising or sum shit i be hearing on tiktok. you need to combine the energies!!)

sagittarius mars/rising

i feel like yalls bodies are so tea u can rock the natural face card look. i instantly thought of kim kardashian with her mars and ascendant in sagittarius! lucky girly syndrome typa placement tbh. i feel like lashes are a huge part of your look, and full lips too, which ive noticed for your other jupiter buddies the pisces. just simple plain old matte x glossy makeup with focus on lips and getting your base to look perfectly, like a clean ass base is the foundation for the building typa shi. i love lash extensions on this placement.

taurus mars/rising

elegant baddiesss, the beauty of the venusian influenced individuals should definitely get recognition. i love yall venus n neptune hoes. im out here as a mercury n saturn dominant bitch rooting for yalls success fr. anywayyy, as i said taurus just radiates elegance, i thought of gigi hadid in a split second. i feel like slicking your hair back and bringing attention to your face is really beneficial. yall are blessed w crazy face cards and a lot going in with your hair might look a bit out of place. (NOT ALWAYS) but i feel like straight hair suits yall a lot, or like long braids. now to the makeup: i‘m so sorry if yall want to hear more but, the natural look might just be the best on yall. HEAR ME OUTTT, glossy lip x glossy skin x fake lashes!! ( and ofc a lil concealer) let me show yall my vision with some pics below, its just that yalls face cards are so beautiful i feel like you only really truly need lashes to look fine asf, the elegance is already radiated

aries mars/rising

ooo, this one is fire asf. idek if lily rose depp has any aries placements but i instantly thought of her. maybe she has some mars energy in her chart, she definitely gives that off. i recommend yall to focus on bronzer,blush and lips. and for the eyes make them darker with lashes/eyeshadow. just achieve a very striking look. y‘all are usually so fine, like all mars dominants. again, crazy face cards that dont even NEED makeup to make peoples heads turn. try going darker for your lips aswell!

cancer mars/rising

my moon bitches🌙 yall just radiate mother, you should try mimic that nurturing and warm energy in your makeup. i recommend focus on the cheeks with some blush and a lot of highlighter in the right places. i would skip fake lashes w this one, try only mascara, i recommend the maybelline new york falsies lashlift for volume and you follow up w the sky high lengthening one, before the lashes get the chance to dry. yall always got nice 🍒, no matter if they small or big they always so pretty. maybe try incorporating that asset into your outfits, wearing shi that makes them stand out somehow

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i hope you guys enjoyed my rant on makeup looks, again please do try figure out what you like best and don‘t just do makeup looks for other people but also for you to feel comfortable and pretty in.

also!!! i cannot emphasise the importance of taking both energies in consideration, do not only focus on your rising or vice versa when you‘re figuring out what suits you. (i explained this already for some placements, especially with virgo/gemini placements they need to take the other party into their analysis. might be because of the mutability + the mercurial influence.)

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jaythes1mp · 1 year ago

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Yandere BatFam x Reader — CH10 -> CH9 -> CH8 -> CH7 -> CH6 -> CH5 -> CH4 -> CH3 -> CH2 -> CH1

You quietly opened the classroom door, trying to draw as little attention to yourself as possible as you creep inside. You scanned the room, holding your laptop close to your side as your eyes darting around the space with slight panic. Your heart racing from the exertion of running from across campus to get here. Thankfully the professor hadn't started yet and your friend, who already sat near the back of the room, gives you a knowing glance. You give him a sheepish smile as you make your way through the rows of desks to him.

"You cut it a bit close this time." He gives you a cheeky grin. "I made it here though, didn't I?" You retort.

He opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted by the professor clearing her throat at the front of the room, signalling class is about to begin. “Mister Wayne.” She warns, her calculating eyes boring into Tim’s frame. He sits up straight and gives her a sheepish smile.

You have to bring a hand up to muffle your laughter. “Mister Wayne.” You mock quietly, whispering so no one other than the boy next to you could hear.

He felt the eyes of the other students on him like burning hot plates, the majority of them were either envious of him or thought he was an entitled prick.

Of course the professor would call him out for talking when you were the one who ran in late.

Tim couldn't help but smile sheepishly as he was chastised, he had heard your quiet snickering behind. There was this fuzzy feeling in the back of his head at the thought that you were laughing because of him. He had made you happy. He could rub this in Damian’s face later.

The longer class went on the further and further consumed into your little project you got. You had finished the assignment for your criminology course a few days ago, not that Jason was aware. Instead occupying your time with your side hobby. You had over four thousand people following your reporters blog online and it earned you some decent cash. Now far too invested in the lives of the vigilantes of Gotham to really think about anything else. It didn’t help that the people you surrounded yourself with were all geniuses, so you couldn’t rely on them for help even with vague questions as they’d figure out that you’re the author for Blüdhaven’s top trending reporting blog. Maybe Dick could help you, he doesn’t portray himself as the smartest tool in the box when it comes to these things and he won’t ask too many questions.

Your train of thought is cut off as you feel the end of a pen dig into your side, glaring over at Tim.

He kept the pen pressed to your side, not at all being gentle about the small jabs as he tried to get your attention, silently gesturing to you to pay attention to the damn class, not whatever you were doing on your laptop. He’ll have to bug it, seeing as you’re not using your phone as much anymore.

You grimaced when you felt the pen being jabbed into your side again, a silent command to pay attention to the class and stop messing around on your laptop. You rolled your eyes and shot a glare at your friend, who was giving you a pointed look.

You begrudgingly closed the device, knowing that Tim would find other ways to get your attention if you didn’t stop being distracted. You sigh and silently resign yourself to actually paying attention to the class, although you made sure to shoot another glare at Tim for good measure.

Drake follows along quietly as you rush to pack up your belongings. The class seems to end faster than usual, and the moment the teacher releases you from the period, you grab Tim's sleeve and pull him along behind you, quickly making your way out the door with him in tow.

The hallway outside is filled with a mix of noise and chaos. Laughing groups of students chatter away amongst themselves, while others race through, late for their next class. The sound of sneakers scraping against the college’s floors loud and prominent. You push your way through the crowd, guiding him along as you make a beeline for the on-campus cafe.

As you enter the cafe, the atmosphere shifts to a more relaxed vibe. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods waft through the air, filling the space with a comforting scent. The cafe is moderately crowded, with students occupying the various tables and booths scattered throughout. Some chat amongst themselves while sipping on their drinks, while others are engrossed in their studies, textbooks spread out before them. There's a gentle hum of conversation that fills the cafe, blending with the soft music playing in the background.

As you scan the cafe for an available booth, your eyes roam over the cozy ambiance, taking in the various students enjoying their time. However, your search comes to an abrupt halt when your gaze falls on Dick Grayson, the young professor, sitting alone in the corner. You discreetly tug on Tim's sleeve and subtly gesture in Grayson's direction with a nudge of your shoulder.

You notice a subtle change in Tim's expression as his lips curve into a knowing grin. He doesn't seem all that fazed by Dick’s presence, almost as if he was expecting it. As if he was already aware that he’d be here. However, what you been blissfully unaware of was Dick’s impatiently bouncing leg, and the checking of his phone every few seconds.

You pull Tim along to the man’s booth, standing opposite him with a grin. Grayson’s face lights up at the sight of you, and he quickly places his phone face down on the table before standing up to greet you. Without hesitation, he spreads his arms wide, opening them in invitation for a welcoming embrace.

You eagerly accept Dick’s open arms, wrapping your own around his sides without a second thought. Seeking out the familiar comfort of his embrace. Your head fits perfectly against his chest, and you relish the feel of his warmth and the comforting familiarity of this act. Settling snugly against him like a younger sibling would to an older brother.

With your head snuggled against his chest, you're not able to spot the dark grins that spread across the brothers' faces as they exchange knowing looks, their gazes fixed on you.

You gradually untangle yourself from Dick’s embrace and slide into the booth, settling comfortably between the two brothers. Chuckling softly when the oldest Wayne seemed reluctant to let go of you.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He chirps, resting his head in his palm and idly tracing around the carved lines of the table.

You nod, settling back into the booth and intending to let the two brothers continue their discussion without interruption. However, you quickly realize that their intense stares are focused solely on you, their gazes unwavering and intense. The intensity in their gazes prompt you to discreetly clear your throat in an attempt to break the silence.

"You both are staring at me like you have something to say," you comment. Fiddling with a loose strand at the end of your sweater.

The brothers exchange a glance, seemingly communicating silently between them with subtle nods and raised eyebrows. Eventually, Dick clears his throat and turns his gaze back to you, an amused smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Ah, sorry about that. Got a bit lost in thought." Dick says, his voice tinged with a hint of humor.

Tim, on the other hand, remains silent, his steady gaze not leaving you. His expression is unreadable, though a small quirk of his lips suggests a hint of amusement.

“Right...” You look down towards the table, noticing it empty of any beverages nor sweets. Had Dick not ordered before we got here?

You blink, realising your mistake and sitting up. “Oh, sorry. You guys know each other right? I’m sure Timmy-boy has at least one of your classes?”

Dick snorts, but quickly quietens down by a sharp look thrown from Tim. “Yeah, we’re... aquatinted.”

Tim subtly kicks Dick’s leg under the table before turning back to you. “Are you hungry?” His blue eyes analysing you.

You shrug, leaning back and drumming your fingers against the table. “I could eat.”

Dick taps the table, leaning forward to get a better look at you. His eyes flicker with curiosity as his gaze roams over your form, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "What do you feel like eating?" he asks, watching you drumming your fingers against the surface of the table. Tim's expression changes to one of interest as he observes you as well.

The waiter, ever observant, takes this as a cue to approach the table. "What can I get you guys?" he asks, his voice cheerful.

Dick cocks his head, still watching you closely. "We'll have some coffee and some pastries to start," he replies, his gaze flickering back to your fingers tapping against the table.

Tim adds, "Make that two coffees and a basket of assorted pastries."

You nod in agreement with their exchange, letting your hands fall to your lap as you continue to follow the conversation. "Ah, I think I'll go for the milkshake of the day," you add, addressing the waiter who's been patiently waiting for your order. "And I'll take the café's specialty coffee as well, please." Dick almost coos at your manors.

The waiter smiles politely and nods, taking note of your order before hurriedly walking away to place the order. Meanwhile, Dick props his chin on his hand, a sly grin on his face. "Aren't you a polite one?" he teases you, eyes glinting with playful challenge.

Tim watches the interaction, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Have you had breakfast?” The question is thrown with an air of casualness, but you know he’ll give you that sad puppy face if you say no.

You sigh, nodding. “Yeah, my roommates big on the whole taking care of myself or whatever. He’s a hypocrite I tell you.” You cross your arms, leaning back.

Dick snickers at your comment about your roommate. "Sounds like a character," he remarks, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. A fond smile at the thought of Jason.

Tim, on the other hand, looks sympathetic. "I can relate," he says, shaking his head. "I've got a brother who's always nagging me about eating healthy and getting enough sleep."

A small huff escapes Dick's lips in response to Tim's words, though it's not loud enough for you to hear. His expression momentarily shifts, a pout crossing his features.

After a few minutes of quiet banter The waiter returns promptly with a serving plate stacked with various pastries. He places it on the table and then sets the drinks down in front of each of you. As the waiter walks away, Tim quickly grabs two of the pastries and places them on a plate in front of you. Pushing the white porcelain closer to you with his pointer and middle fingers.

Dick, meanwhile, takes a sip of his coffee, a pleasant hum leaving his lips. Watching the interaction fondly.

"Go on," Tim encourages, nudging the plate slightly towards you. "Make sure to eat." His gaze is firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

You glance down at the pastry, a feeling of warmth spreading through you at Tim's thoughtfulness. Before you can thank him, Dick interjects, a playful smirk on his face.

"Aww, look at that. Timbo's acting all chivalrous, ain't he?" he teases, elbowing Tim lightly in the side. Tim rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

"Can it, Dickhead," Tim mutters with no real heat behind his words, shoving Dick's hand off his shoulder. But it's hard to stay mad at Dick, especially when he has that charming smirk plastered on his face. He playfully ruffles Tim's hair, earning him a glare in return.

Dick just laughs, unfazed by Tim's retort. "Oh, don't be like that," he replies, a teasing grin plastered across his face.

Sensing the brewing banter, you take a sip of your milkshake, your attention flickering between the two.

Tim attempts to smooth his hair back into place, his gaze shifting to you. "Don't mind him," he says with another eye roll. "Dick's sense of humor never matured past the age of twelve."

Dick feigns offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Hey, I'll have you know my sense of humor is top-notch," he retorts, a playful glint in his eyes.

Tim snorts, taking another sip of his coffee to suppress a laugh. "Sure it is," he says dryly. "If by top-notch you mean 'borderline obnoxious.'"

You can't help but chuckle at their banter, hiding your smile behind your milkshake.

The sound drawing the attention of the Wayne brothers as they turn their gazes to you. They watch you for a moment, their expressions softening at the sound of your laughter.

Dick's smirk widens as he observes your reaction, his gaze fixated on you. "Ah, there it is," he murmurs, his voice low and soft.

Tim, too, can't help but smile quietly as he watches you, his expression warm. There's an almost admiring look in his eyes as he tilts his head to the side, studying you closely.

You pick up the chocolate croissant, bringing it to your lips the pausing mid-bite as they’ve turned their attention to you.

Dick's eyes remain locked on you, watching as you pause in mid-bite. He leans forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand once more, a playful glint in his eyes. Something dark hidden beneath the ocean swirls of his irises.

Tim, too, observes you closely, his gaze lingering on your face. There's an intensity in his gaze that was absent earlier; it's calculating, almost. A subtle hint of possessiveness in the depth of his eyes. He seems to be analyzing your every expression with a keen interest, as if trying to uncover some hidden secret. He lifts the coffee to his lips, taking a long sip and averting his attention elsewhere.

"You gonna eat that or just stare at it?" Dick teases, gesturing towards the croissant you hold in your hand. His tone is light, but the intensity in his gaze belies the lightheartedness of his words. It’s a subtle warning to eat.

You roll your eyes at the gesture, taking a bite into the pastry. It’s warm, freshly baked. The chocolate drizzled over the top as well as placed inside. It practically melts into your mouth. You bring a hand up to cover your mouth as you eat, hiding the grin. “It’s alright.” You lie through your teeth. It’s amazing. But you wouldn’t give the overprotective guys the satisfaction.

Dick snickers, seeing right through your lie. "Just alright, huh?" he says, feigning disbelief. He leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest.

Tim, a knowing glint in his eyes, takes another sip of his coffee. He can tell you're enjoying the croissant, as evidenced by the gleam of chocolate around your lips. But he decides to play along, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe you're just too picky," he comments. They’ll get you a life time supply of these once the plan succeeds.

You hiss, putting the half eaten pastry down onto the plate and elbowing his side. Unaware of the chocolate on your face which makes it hard for them to take you seriously. “I am not picky.” You huff, crossing your arms.

Dick suppresses a laugh as he watches you pout, unable to resist teasing you further. He reaches forward, swiping a finger across your cheek to collect a bit of chocolate that's been left behind.

"Oh really?" he says, a smirk on his face. He uses a napkin to wipe off his finger. His eyes never leave your face as he does so.

Tim, sitting to your side, watches the exchange. There's a hint of amusement in his eyes, but he keeps his composure.

You pause, an embarrassed flush coming over your face. How long had that been there?

"You've got a little something right here," Dick says, tapping the corner of his own mouth, indicating where the chocolate is located.

Tim can't help but smirk at Dick's comment, his eyes flickering to your mouth and then back up to your eyes again. He takes another sip of his coffee, leaning back in his seat.

You brush a hand over your face, wiping away the excess chocolate. Though the movement only seems to smear it further.

Dick chuckles, unable to contain his amusement. His eyes roam over your face, taking immense pleasure in the flustered state you're in.

"Here, let me help," he offers, grabbing a napkin from the table. He reaches out, gently taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head towards him. With a gentle touch, he slowly wipes away the residual chocolate with the napkin.

You felt more embarrassed than anything, resting your head against the table afterwards. Feeling like you just wanted to evaporate into the air.

Dick laughs, his amusement clearly evident as you hide your face against the table. He pats your head affectionately, his touch gentle.

Tim watches you, his expression more subdued than Dick's. However, there's a hint of a smile on his lips, a gleam in his eyes that betrays his amusement.

Dick relaxes in the cafe’s empty booth, leaning back slightly as he glances around the room with a touch of impatience. His foot taps rhythmically against the floor, a subtle sign of his restless energy. His grip on his phone tightens as his eyes remain fixed on the screen, watching the blinking red dot on the small map come closer and closer. His fingers tense around the phone's edges, his impatience growing with every passing moment.

As the blinking red dot reaches its destination within the bakery, Dick places his phone face down on the table and casually pretends to check over the menu’s items, feigning indifference despite his growing restlessness. He tries to act nonchalant, as if his mind isn’t anxiously anticipating your arrival.

Dick senses the familiar presence approaching, the shadows in the cafe becoming longer and stretching over his table. He manages to hide his growing excitement, attempting to feign nonchalance, but his giddiness is almost palpable. He looks up from the menu he was pretending to study, his smile betraying him.

He quickly rises from his seat, his body brimming with anticipation. Without hesitation, he opens his arms wide, the eagerness evident on his face as he waits for their baby birds embrace. Practically preening when you bury your face in his chest. He’s sure you can hear his heart going a mile a minute. You fit so snugly in his arms, like you were made to be there. His baby sibling.

He meets Tim’s crazed eyes, a dark grin crossing both of their features. He mouths slowly. ‘All good?’

His younger brother nods, fishing out his phone from his pocket to display the vitals silently. You were good, healthy. He hastily hides his phone once you pull away.

Dick almost lets out a whine. Why don’t you want to stay in his arms, baby bird? Can’t you tell you’re made to be there? Dick struggles to release you from his embrace, his arms reluctantly letting go as he allows you to squeeze yourself into the booth beside him. He manages to put some distance between you and himself begrudgingly, his eyes flickering to your face for a brief moment before shifting his attention to Tim.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He gazes at you with a soft smile on his face, resting his head on his palm as his thumb absently runs over the carved lines on the tabletop. Although he tries to hide it, there's a hint of a pout forming on his lips, clearly displeased by the fact that you've moved away from him. However, he brightens when you don't pull away and instead lean into him when his knee pushes gently against yours in a silent display of affection. Enjoying the proximity.

A comfortable silence runs over the table, a possessive smile on the brother’s faces as they watch you intently. Sitting there so perfectly, your nails picking at a screw on the bottom of your laptop. He shifts closer once you clear your throat, his baby blue eyes honing in on your form. His pupils dilated.

He lets out a content sigh at the sound of your voice. So melodic, it reels him in.

"You both are staring at me like you have something to say," Dick observes you intently, noticing the way you begin to pick at your sweater instead. He can see the anxious habit forming, and silently wishes he could reach out and gently grab your hands to stop you. However, he resists the impulse and simply watches you, his gaze filled with a mixture of concern and affection. He’ll help you with that destructive habit once you’re home, he promises, little bird.

Dick's gaze turns to Tim, a silent silent exchange taking place between the brothers. Dick raises a questioning eyebrow, his grin widening when Tim responds with a subtle nod. Their expressions betraying their shared excitement.

"Ah, sorry about that. Got a bit lost in thoughts." Dick speaks, his voice tinged with a hint of humor. Fondness evident.

“Right...”

Dick's eyes narrow as you sit up, shifting your position and inadvertently pulling your knee away from him. A wave of disappointment washes over him, and he has to bite back the urge to command you to put your knee back where it was. He tries to mask his frustration, his expression remaining neutral, but a subtle tension is evident in his body language. “Oh, sorry. You guys know each other right? I’m sure Timmy-boy has at least one of your classes?”

Dick relaxes a little at the sound of your voice, he grins at Tim's nickname, clearly amused by it. However, his laughter is abruptly cut off as he catches the disapproving look his brother gives him. Immediately sensing the tension, he composes himself, his grin quickly turning into a more subdued smirk. “Yeah,” Dick looks you over calculatingly for a moment, his eyes studying you intently as he tries to choose his words carefully. He pauses for a moment before speaking up, his voice measured and deliberate. “We’re acquainted.”

Dick's attempts to maintain a serious expression falter as Tim shoots him another pointed look and kicks his shin. He can't help but grin, finding his brother's disapproving glances more amusing than anything. He rubs his leg, the younger vigilante having not held back.

“Are you hungry?” His brother questioned, his gaze shifting back to you. You have to be hungry, Dick thought. Jason said you had eaten nearly five hours ago. They can’t let their little bird starve!

When you shrug their eyes narrow, the drumming of your fingers catching their attention. “I could eat.” Your voice broke the silence.

Dick coos. It’s okay, you don’t have to downplay how much you need food. We’ll look after you.

"What do you feel like eating?" Dick's voice comes out slightly breathless as he speaks, his words spoken with conviction. He knows your power over them, and he would do just about anything for you within reason. The cafe is no exception, and he knows that they would probably buy the place in a heartbeat if you so much as hinted at wanting it.

Dick glances at you as you silently scan the menu, his eyes locking onto Tim's right after. A silent conversation takes place between the brothers, their expressions communicating silently what their words can't. Tim then shifts his attention towards the waiter, gesturing for them to come over, while you remain focused on the menu options in front of you.

The waiter, ever observant, takes this as a cue to approach the table. "What can I get you guys?" he asks, his voice cheerful.

They wanted to cut the waiters throat out for the way you flinch at his unexpected presence. Too engrossed in the pictures on the menu to notice the world around you. Snapped out of it by his feigned cheerfulness. You probably hadn’t even noticed your own reaction, seeing how you instantly smiled up at him after.

You needed their protection, that was abundantly clear.

He clocks his head, not sparing the waiter a second glance. "We'll have some coffee and pastries to start," his gaze flickers back to your fingers tapping against the table.

"Make that two coffees and a basket of assorted pastries." Tim adds.

"Ah, I think I'll go for the milkshake of the day," you add, addressing the waiter. "And I'll take the café's specialty coffee as well, please." Dick has to hold back his coos at your manors. So polite.

He faintly hears the waiter’s descending steps. Dick props his chin back on his hand, a sly grin on his face. "Aren't you a polite one?" he teases you, eyes glinting. He’ll reward you for that later.

Tim watches the interaction, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Have you had breakfast?” The question is thrown with an air of casualness. As if the brothers weren’t already informed.

“Yeah, my roommates big on the whole taking care of myself or whatever. He’s a hypocrite I tell you.” You cross your arms, the childish action making Grayson want to squish your cheeks and hold you close. His baby bird is so cute, complaining about big brother. Not that you were aware that they were yet.

"Sounds like a character," He grins sharply, his eyes softened at the thought of Jason.

"I can relate," Dick’s attention is drawn to Tim as he speaks, the other boy shaking his head. "I've got a brother who's always nagging me about eating healthy and getting enough sleep."

He nearly squabbles. He does not nag. He huffs, crossing his arms at Tim’s words. A pout tugging at his bottom lip.

The rest of the conversation goes like a blur to Dick, coming so naturally to him, as if he was simply bantering with his family. Which he was. No one could tell him otherwise.

His attention is suddenly pulled back to reality as he notices the chocolate smeared across your face childishly, like a fussy child. You feel Dick's thumb gently wipe at your face, clearing away the smeared chocolate. There's something almost instinctual about his gesture, as if it comes naturally to him, like he's done it countless times before.

Dick chuckles as he responds to your surprise, a smirk dancing on his lips. He dabs at his finger with a napkin, his eyes fixed intently on your face as he cleans off the chocolate smudges. There's a hint of playfulness in his gaze.

Dick leans forward slightly, his gaze still fixated intently on your face. He notices the way your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and his eyes gleam with amusement. A delighted smirk spreads across his face, his eyes never leaving yours as he observes your flustered state. There's no denying it - you were the epitome of cuteness as a younger sibling. Your chaotic charm and antics had Dick and Tim wrapped around your little finger, and the two brothers couldn't help but adore every single moment.

"You've got a little something right here," Dick says, tapping the corner of his own mouth.

Tim couldn’t help but smirk at Dick's comment, his eyes flickering to your mouth and then back up to your eyes again. He takes another sip of his coffee, leaning back in his seat.

Their gazes softening further as you attempt to rid your face of the chocolate only to smudge it further.

"Here, let me help," he offers, grabbing a napkin from the table. He reaches out, gently taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your up head towards him. It’s hard to think straight with you looking up at him with that pout and flushed cheeks. Like a little kid clinging to their old brother after having a nightmare. How he wishes he had met you as a kid. He slowly wipes away the residual chocolate with the napkin. Hesitantly to let go.

The brothers let out hearty laughter at the sight of you burrowing your head into the table. They could practically see you trying to will yourself to disappear. Tim grins fondly, shuffling closer. Dicks own hand moving out to pay your head softly. Their touch affectionate and gentle. They wanted to see you like this all the time.

No use of y/n, no use of any descriptive features for the reader, no gender mentioned.

I tried to make the POV’s show the difference in how they interpret things. For example, where you may perceive Tim’s expression as a smile, Dick sees it as something dark. You pay more attention to Tim so he’s mentioned more, Dick pays more attention to you so you’re mentioned more.

Tim Drake is mentioned as ‘Mr Wayne’ because I’d assume that he’d be judged based on his family rather than his actual name.

Should I make a tag list? Would anyone even want to be put on a tag list for this?

Comments and questions are really appreciated!

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gotta-winwin · 8 months ago

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culinaryclasswars!mingyu x whitespoonchef!reader

a/n: culinary class wars will and always will be my roman empire and i can't help but imagine mingyu as a chef competing...

chef!mingyu already had a large internet following before coming to compete. he was widely known to korean netizens as the "househusband chef," famous for his charming looks and endearing persona.

chef!mingyu only joins the show after much persistence from everyone around him - telling him that it would be perfect to both connect with other chefs and to grow his own craft.

chef!mingyu enters filming the pilot, scared out of his wits at the sheer size of the production and the amount of highly respected chefs around him. as he watches more people walk in, the less he believes he's going to make it very far.

blackspoonchef!mingyu, whose very jaw drops at your entrance, rising up on a platform to greet them. he's always been a big fan of your work and your talent, silently mouthing to himself: she's even prettier in person.

blackspoonchef!mingyu works extra hard in the first challenge because he knows you're watching him. he pulls out all the stops, knowing this might be his only chance to impress you. to get you to notice him. in the end, it's both his intense concentration and skill that draw you closer to his station - and it's the bulging biceps and impressive technique that makes you stay.

blackspoonchef!mingyu, who seems to be silently watching you at all times, although he never approaches you during or after filming. you find yourself watching him back, entranced by his fluidity in the kitchen and the confidence that seems to ooze out of him. all your white spoon chef colleagues agree he's a formidable threat.

blackspoonchef!mingyu, who goes home every night after filming only to return to the kitchen, brainstorming creative recipes that would impress the judges. but most importantly, you. it's you he's thinking about while working, both trying to get your attention and your praise.

blackspoonchef!mingyu, who you quickly befriend during team challenges. he's easygoing and extremely fun to be around, making you crack up between shoots and bringing a permanent smile across your face. you find yourself less stressed whenever he's around.

blackspoonchef!mingyu's dreams are slowly coming true as the two of you grow closer. he's bursting from excitement just to be around you, let alone be your friend! he finds himself waking up fully ready to get back to work - competition stress gone and instead replaced by a bubbling feeling of .... is that love?

blackspoonchef!mingyu who can't help but grin whenever he's watching you compete. it's exhilarating to watch you in your element and all the cameras catch his whipped expression as he watches you intently. the hashtag househusbanddownbad trends on all social media platforms the day that episode airs.

blackspoonchef!mingyu who looks at you like you handcrafted each star and placed them in the sky yourself.

blackspoonchef!mingyu who's the first one up and clapping whenever it's announced that you've won your round, resisting the urge to run over and give you a hug. you're equally smitten as you beam up at him, proud that you've won and happy he's there to witness it.

chef!mingyu who's not beat up about the loss because at least now he can get your number and tell you his actual name. he's got a goofy grin as he watches you input your digits, breathlessly telling you that his name is mingyu. he watches you repeat the name and almost faints at the sound of it coming from you.

chef!mingyu who, despite losing, still visits the set every day to see you. he brings you lunch for your breaks, coffee for early mornings, somehow in tuned with your cravings and your needs. more often than not, he's there to drive you home after a long day of filming and cooking.

chef!mingyu, who is the first person you're looking for when you win.

chef!mingyu, who never ever would have imagined you'd ever like him back lets out a tiny gasp when you run into his open arms, going in for a kiss instead of a hug. he's frozen for a moment before realizing shit i should probably kiss her back. the moment is caught on camera, sending fans reeling at the swoon-worthy moment.

chefboyfriend!mingyu who cannot let you go the entire press tour.

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frozenmoonshine · 24 days ago

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What the TR character you're crushing on says about you?

Having been a part of this fandom long enough, I have noticed some patterns...

⚠️ This WILL trigger (some of) you, 'cause I WILL be exposing and calling you out! It's gonna get real below the cut, so read at your own risk. ⚠️

F reader/hetero dynamic; the reader is toxic; crack

🚨 Disclaimer 🚨

Please don't take any of this seriously in any way, there is no offense meant whatsoever! I love all of the TR characters, and I'm myself guilty of simping for quite a few of them, so no judgement here at all. I wrote this for shits & giggles and the sole purposes of humor and entertainment, like I always do. So, have fun with it, and if you also manage to have a laugh at it, I'll consider my mission completed! Peace 🩷

P.S. I really hope none of this actually resonates with your real life experiences, but if any of it does, here's a piece of big-sisterly advice - please value and love yourself more, and reexamime which trauma responses make you act in that way.

MIKEY, KAZUTORA, SANZU

You either A) suffer from a terminal case of I-can-fix-him-itis, or B) your coddling, nurturing, mothering instincs are running amok. Most likely it's both at the same time - you see the red flags as a call for aid instead of warning signs of danger.

TAKEMICHI, SHINICHIRO

You go for a kind but pathetic, golden-retriever-energy man, who's okay with being at your beck and call at all times. You're actually just a control freak who thrives on bossing others around because you're afraid of letting go.

NAOTO

You're boring as hell and have the personality of unseasoned boiled chicken. You probably have a thing for authority figures, and your deepest, darkest desire is to be handcuffed to a bedpost, so that's why you think police officers are sexy. You'd never in a million years admit that to anyone, not even to yourself, 'cause it would ruin your slyly crafted 'innocent good girl' personna.

DRAKEN

Oh you lil' homewrecker, you're into taken guys! A guy being married or in a relationship has never stopped you from pursuing him. You don't believe in 'off limits' either, and would gladly date your best friend's ex, or even try to steal her crush. Nasty business!

BAJI, KOKO, INUPI

You get turned on when a guy is clearly not into you. You're just twisted like that. You see how kind-hearted he is towards his friends and close ones, and how dedicated he is to his purpose, so you wait in hopes that he might spare some of that for you too, but deep down you know he doesn't give a damn about you, yet that makes you cling even harder.

MITSUYA, CHIFUYU, AKKUN

You're sane and you know a keeper when you see one. You might play it too safe at times, but better safe than sorry, amirite?

HAKKAI

You have a corruption kink and draw sadistic pleasure from torturing the innocent souls.

PAH, PEH, ANGRY, MOCCHI

You see beyond the appearances. You go for personality and good heart. You long for a genuine connection and don't care about the surface-level stuff. Not! You're just a hipster who thinks it makes you so, so cool that you're forcing yourself to be into "unconventionally attractive" guys!

SMILEY

You're either just as much of a chaotic gremlin as he is, or you're a sub-category of the I-can-fix-him gang.

HAITANI BROTHERS

You have no taste of your own, you just ride any hype train that is trending at the moment. You're most likely chasing a specific "aesthetic" you saw on TikTok instead of knowing what you like. Either that, or you're just desperate for external validation so badly that you would willingly allow a guy to treat you like shit as long as he's considered attractive enough that it'd make your girlfriends jealous of you for getting to date him.

IZANA

You're likely just as toxic as he is, if not even more than him! You think abuse is affection and trauma bonding is intimacy. You may have more than one mental disorder, sooo, yeah... birds of feather flock together.

KISAKI, MADARAME

For the love of me, I cannot figure out what might be wrong with you! But something definitely is. Big time. Better get it professionally checked before it's too late.

HANMA, TAIJU, SOUTH

You're most likely 160 cm or shorter, so you don't care about any red flags as long as the guy's tall enough. If you cannot see the red flag 'cause it's waving way too far above your eye level, that's the same as no red flag, right? Right?!

MUCHO, KAKUCHO, BENKEI

Okay, I hear you, girl! Your type is the 3S - strong, silent, and stoic. And honestly, nothing wrong with that!

WAKASA

Emotional unavailability is your criptonite! You're also very superficial, so you deliberately ignore the red flags for pretty faces, and choose F boys only to later complain how all men are trash.

TAKEOMI

If you're a teen or in your early 20s, this just screams Fatherless Behavior™️! Like, girl, dial those daddy issues down, we're going deaf over here... If you're a full-fledged adult with developed prefrontal cortex, well, sorry to break it to you, honey, but you just have a really, really poor taste in men.

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zepskies · 3 months ago

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Have you seen this https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP86CN7kx/? Since you do little headcanons of each character Jensen's played, what would their reactions be? Bonus if you could do Jensen too please?

Lol I'm not on TikTok much anymore, but this "hat on backwards, hand on the wall" trend is so cute and hilarious in reverse (the woman trying it out on her man). 😝 Love how she had to get up on a chair just to do it and still got him all flustered. 🤭

But as far as how Jackles characters would react...

HEADCANON: Turning the Tables

Pairings: Dean x Reader || Beau x Reader || Soldier Boy x Reader || Russell x Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Sexy teasing, implied smut. Soldier Boy's got away from me a little bit lol

Dean Winchester

Dean's actually doing his due diligence in the library, flipping through a lore book for a case. There's a little stool nearby that Sam found for you when you need to reach the top shelves. A mischievous smile spreads across your face.

Sneaking up behind your boyfriend, you grab the stool and slide it over. Dean glances at you over his shoulder, but his eyebrows raise when you take the book out of his hands and shove it haphazardly back on the shelf.

"What? What's happening?" he says.

Biting your lip, you turn your baseball cap backward on your head, rest your elbow against the shelf above his head, and you draw Dean in with a hand on his cheek, sealing the deal with a slow, lusty kiss.

His furrowed brows of confusion relax a little. His hands find their way to your hips on reflex, grounding himself in the unfamiliar vantage point. When you eventually break away from his lips, you have to laugh at that half-frown, half-amused smile making your man look adorably confused.

"The hell's this?" he chuckles, glancing down at the stool, and how you're still towering over him with your tits in his face. (He doesn't hate it.) "You trying to pick me up, sweetheart?"

You stroke his prickly cheek with your thumb. "Did it work?"

It's his turn to grin, that devilish Dean grin that triggers a warning shiver down your spine. He gathers you up in his arms and picks you up from the stool, smirking even more at your squeal and the way you cling to his neck.

He carries you off to find that solid table in the War Room, finishing what you started.

Beau Arlen

"Are you gonna come down from there so we can hash this out?" Beau asks.

"No, I don't think so," you reply.

He sighs through his nose. "You really think that's wise, sweetheart?"

Your lips purse to hide your smile. You pause on the third rung of the stepladder, setting your paintbrush back in its bucket. Your husband stands there on the ground floor with his hands on his jean-clad hips, raising expectant brows.

You swipe a bead of sweat from your forehead, pushing your hair back when you adjust your baseball cap. Then you turn toward him. You lean over and rest your hand against the part of the wall that has yet to be painted, right above his head.

You grab his face with one hand and tilt his chin up to kiss you. Your lips swallow up his little sound of surprise, while your sensuous tongue lures him in, breaking down his authoritative resolve.

When you finally pull away, still holding his bearded cheeks between the press of your fingers, you find his slightly flustered face. Maybe even the start of a blush warming his skin. He clears his throat.

"I might be pregnant, but I'm not an invalid," you whisper against his lips, giving him one more kiss. "Now, you can let me paint this nursery in peace, or you can pick up a brush and help me. Your choice, Sheriff."

Soldier Boy (Ben)

The rhythmic pounding, timed with his grunts, a couple lines of sweat drawing down his neck, a fine sheen over every dip of flexing muscle, the lines of his back taut and slick...

This is the real reason you agreed to having a home gym built in the house.

You like watching your man work himself out, getting out his pent-up frustrations on the extra-fortified exercise equipment, instead of on the populace. You're mollified when he sets the barbell on the ground instead of tossing them this time, so the force of over 1,000 pounds doesn't crack the cement underneath the weight-absorbing mats.

Ben catches his breath, running slippery fingers through his damp hair and shoving the strands out of his eyes. He joins you by the dumbbell rack, looking amused at the little 8-pound weights you're using to do arm curls and squats.

"You gonna keep pretending to work out with those little baby doll weights?" he says, eying you in your tight yoga pants and fitted tank-top. He begins to unwind the sports tape from his right hand, first catching the end corner with his teeth. Then his left.

You snort. "Who's pretending? You're the one grunting like a gorilla over there. It's just you and me in here, old man. No need to throw your back out."

He shoots you a narrowed look, especially at that little smirk on your face.

"Oh, yeah? Watch it, sweetheart. This old man might just bend you over his fucking knee, see how many reps you can take," he says.

The smooth depths in his voice make you falter, your knees slightly wobbling on the last squat. Ben smirks. He leans against the wall while he watches you finish your exercise, grabbing your water bottle to refresh his thirst.

When you're done, you draw into his orbit so you can place the dumbbells back on the rack. He's still eyeing you with that lazy arrogance that somehow manages to get you hot and infuriated in equal measure. He always thinks he can get the last fucking word.

You grab the small towel out of his hand, the one he planned to mop up his sweat with, and you step up on the bench beside him. He watches you with some measure of surprise, but he doesn't stop you. Maybe you'll dote on him for a little bit, instead of running your fucking mouth as usual.

Planting your arm above his head, you give him what he wants. You slowly drag the towel across his forehead and down his cheek. But then you grab his chin, making him look up at your half-lidded eyes, and you tilt his head up for a kiss—deep, devouring, thorough.

His big hands grab onto your hips in a familiar iron hold, but his brows furrow. He's frowning when you pull away from his greedy lips. Only then does he truly notice the way you've basically cornered him against the wall, like he's the bitch in the steamy rom-com.

"The fuck is this?" he says gruffly.

You tease his bottom lip with a pointed finger.

"Nothing, sweetheart," you retort. You drop the towel, reach down, and slap his ass for good measure. "Now be a good boy and get me some water, would ya?"

Your smirk irritates him on sight, but it still makes his cock twitch.

His jaw ticks. His brow raises.

You bite your lip, knowing it's over. Or it's just fucking started.

He grabs you up before you can jump off the bench. You yelp and laugh and kick your feet, but he's already hauling you over his shoulder, his long, confident strides taking him out of the gym.

"Ben!" you squeal. Trying to get your balance, your nails bite fruitlessly into his shoulders through his sweaty shirt.

"Oh, you're gonna get it now, sweetheart. Time for the real fucking workout."

Just to hear that little squeal again, he smacks your ass hard enough to sting through your spandex, hard enough to make your pussy clench on nothing, already pulsing, warm and wet. You blush hotly.

Goddamn it.

Just this once, you'll let him get the last word.

Russell Shaw

"Damn it," you mutter.

You watch the nail fall to the ground and roll away from you. You're trying to put up a new picture frame in the bedroom, using your vanity chair as a stepping stool so you can reach.

"Baaabe!" you call out.

"Yeah!" Russell replies.

"Can you help me with this?"

When your boyfriend enters the bedroom, he raises a brow at the way you're leaning heavily against the wall with your ass sticking out. But the frame is perfectly positioned between your hands. A hammer is tucked under your left arm.

"I have this thing right where I want it, but I lost the nail. Think it went under the bed," you explain.

Russell hums and roams his eagle-eyed gaze across the hardwood floor. Eventually he finds the nail hidden under the dark abyss of your bed. He not only gives you the nail, but holds the frame for you while you mark the wall where the nail is going. Then you hammer it in, and you take the frame from Russell, flipping it around so you can hang it.

You adjust your baseball cap higher and smile at your handiwork.

"Perfect!"

Russell smiles too, more in surprise. It's a recent picture, a rare and special night: you, Russell, Dory, and Colter out to dinner together, celebrating the eldest Shaw's birthday. You thought it would be the right moment to mark your boyfriend officially moving in with you, albeit with what little belongings he has.

"You like it?" you ask him.

"Yeah, it's nice," he says. Though he becomes a little contemplative as he crosses his arms.

"What?" you ask.

"Well, maybe we should put it in the living room. Not sure I want my brother and sister watching us, uh, you know. Do our thing," he says, gesturing at the new king-sized bed.

An incredulous snort bursts out from you. "Are you serious?"

"What? Sweetheart, this is where the magic happens. We can't mess with that," Russell says slyly. One of his hands slips up the small of your back.

A giggle bubbles up in your throat. "You know what, you're right. My apologies."

You twist your hat backward and lean your elbow against the wall, just so you can dip down and lure your man into a kiss. Your hand travels across his bearded cheek, then tangles into his hair. His hands move steadily down to squeeze your ass, a short groan catching in his throat.

He grabs you up by the back of your thighs and all but swings you into his arms, startling a yelp out of you.

"Russ!" You cling to his shoulders, quickly wrapping your legs around his waist. "Wait, wait!"

You grab the picture frame and take it off the wall. It'll probably look better in the living room anyway. You manage to lay it safely on the dresser before Russell walks you to the bed.

"Time to break this sucker in," he says with a grin, all to the tune of you laughing when your back hits the plush mattress.

AN: lol this was a fun one! Sorry, I don't write RPF (straight up Jensen Ackles fanfic), but I hope you liked these HCs! 💜

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lassoinyourlap · 1 month ago

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Bruce Wayne x fem!Reader

Dynamic: CEO x assistant, secret relationship, power imbalance, composure kink, silent control, overstimulation, quiet desperation

Tags: bruce wayne x reader, batman x reader, fem reader, ceo x assistant, video call sex, fingering during meeting, power imbalance, composed dom, dominant bruce wayne, silent control, overstimulation, nsfw fanfic, second person pov, bruce wayne smut, possession kink, hidden sex, filthy rich and filthy minded.

You're perched on Bruce's lap, your legs straddling his muscular thigh as you sit facing him. The position feels natural, as if you belong here, in his arms, his hands roaming over your curves with possessive intent.

But then the meeting starts, and Bruce's demeanor shifts. He's no longer the attentive lover, focused solely on your pleasure. He's the CEO, the man in control, the one who commands respect and obedience from all around him.

With a subtle movement, he pushes you forward, not roughly but with a deliberate firmness that leaves no room for argument. Your hands flatten on the surface of his desk as he lowers you into a new position, one that has you bent over with your ass lifted towards him.

The sensation of exposure sends a shiver down your spine. You're completely vulnerable in this position, your body on display for him, for anyone who might walk in through those closed office doors. But you trust Bruce, know that he would never let anything happen to you.

He adjusts you slightly, making sure you're angled just right. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his fingers trailing down your spine, a feather-light touch that sets your nerves alight.

"As you can see from the quarterly earnings report," Bruce begins, his voice calm and steady despite the intimate position he has you in. "We've seen a significant increase in profits..."

His words wash over you, the business jargon blending with the feel of his fingers dipping between your legs. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as he teases your folds, spreading your arousal with expert precision.

Bruce continues his presentation, speaking about market trends and growth potential while his other hand slides around to cup your breast. He kneads the soft flesh, rolling your nipple between his fingers until it's a hard peak.

You can't help but arch into his touch, your body reacting instinctively to the pleasure he's igniting within you. Bruce chuckles softly, the sound low and full of promise.

"Stay still," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "They'll hear you."

The warning sends a thrill through you, a heady mix of fear and excitement. You clamp your mouth shut, determined to keep quiet even as Bruce's fingers delve deeper, stroking your inner walls with a steady rhythm.

He keeps you on edge, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of orgasm only to pull back at the last moment. You whimper softly, your hips bucking against his hand as you try to chase your release.

Bruce's chuckle is dark, filled with a primal satisfaction.

"Patience, love," he murmurs, his fingers stilling inside you.

"We have all the time in the world."

The camera on his laptop remains focused on him, capturing his flawless appearance and unreadable expression. If anyone were to look at the screen, they would see nothing but a professional businessman discussing business matters.

But you know the truth. You know the hidden power dynamic at play, the way Bruce wields his control over you like a finely honed blade. And you love it, crave it like a drug that only he can provide.

As the meeting draws to a close, Bruce removes his fingers from inside you, leaving you feeling empty and aching for his touch. He helps you up, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as he adjusts your clothing.

"We'll finish this later," he promises, his eyes burning with barely restrained desire.

"For now, let's get back to work."

You nod, straightening your spine as you prepare to face the rest of the day.

Bruce is right, after all.

There will be plenty of time for pleasure later. For now, you have a job to do, and you won't let anything stand in your way.

#bruce wayne x reader #batman smut #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x fem!reader #bruce wanye #fem nsft #dc universe #dc comics #ceo x reader #batman #batman x reader

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changetyre · 9 months ago

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Look after my friends

SUMMARY: You and Max have friends from the grid over for a nice family day when they decide to try a trend on you...it doesn't go exactly as planned. Part of the Verstappen Family Verse

WARNINGS: Super short. fluff.

A/N: Another tiktok inspired drabble that I uploaded over on wattpad a while ago ;)

"Hold on a sec can you guys look after the parents please." Lando walked in his phone facing him before he propped it in front of you and Max.

Both of you saw the red icon indicating it was filming you. You looked up as those around you began laughing at your confused faces.

"What is this?" You asked smiling at the joke you weren't getting.

Aside from many other things one of the small factors that made you and Max so perfect for each other was the way you both were so disconnected from the internet even before having Lea and Ivy. It was easy to play viral pranks on you because you both were simply never aware they existed.

"What are we supposed to do?" Max turned around to look for Lando who had disappeared.

"Is this live or something?" You furrowed your brows leaning closer to the camera.

"PAPA! Look at what I drew!" Lea ran towards her dad completely distracting you both from the filming phone.

Lea climbed up on her dad's lap with his help. She held up the drawing showing a childlike depiction of the current scene. Children playing in your garden and her parents, uncles, and aunts sitting around the long table.

"Oh my god Lea this is amazing." Max beamed proudly turning the drawing around to show everyone around the table.

"Wow!" Compliments flew in from all of Lea's favorite people making her shy away and tuck herself in Max's chest.

"Mama I dwaw too." Ivy who was in a faze of copying everything her sister did attempted to climb up your lap. You picked her up placing her on your lap.

"Let's see what you drew my darling." You encouraged Ivy to show you.

She turned around showing a pink circle and a smaller purple circle with a bunch of scribbles of different colors around it.

"Wow, Ivy is that you and Lea?" You asked her pointing at the pink and purple circles knowing pink was Lea's favorite colour and purple hers.

"YES Mama!" She got excited at the fact you recognized her. "This is wando, this is auntie wiwy, this is uncwe Ozzie, this is auntie awex, this is uncwe chawie, this is-" She pointed at every scribble and you were surprised to find she'd matched the color of the scribbles to what they were wearing.

"Wow Ivy good job." Max also complimented his youngest daughter. "I have such talented daughters." The pride in Max's voice made you look at him lovingly.

"Can you guys draw me something for my house?" Dani asked the girls.

"YES!" They both cheered excitedly before shimmying of your laps and running back to their coloring area.

"Me too please!" Charles called out.

"And me!" Oscar called after followed by the others.

Both you and Max turned to look at each other huge smiles on your face. "We might have two artists in our hands." You commented.

Max placed a sweet kiss on your lips. "Maybe a little racer is in here." Max placed a hand on your growing bump, your noses brushing as you both looked at each other in adoration.

"Ugh, you both are too in love for this challenge." Lando walked back to the garden picking up the phone you both had completely forgotten about.

Everyone burst out in laughter as once again Max and you both looked at each other confused.

It's safe to say the f1 world went crazy at the video, a fact you were also too oblivious to.

#f1 x reader #changetyre #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1fic #formula 1 #f1fluff #max verstappen x reader #Dad!Max Verstappen #Verstappen x reader #f1grid #f1multi

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kalied0skull · 3 months ago

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“ front and center, girly! ”

— “ yeah, I'm hearin'! ”

now playing: Hey Cowgirl — Mac Demarco ♪

★ ramble & extras under the cut !

it was only a matter of time until i got my grubby hands on cowgirl curtis, i have been running around grabbing EVERRYYY SINGLEEE trans headcanon and absolutely eating that shit UP!!!

shout out to @trevination & @broareweabouttoviberightnow because when scrambling around for ideas to draw her I've discovered that she is your guys' collective daughter and it feels only right to show her to you (so sorry for the @'s I'm not prone to tagging people but i take it you both wouldn't mind much 💀)

this is my little take on cowgirl! and AAAUGHHHH I LOVE HERRRRR I DOOOOO!!!! i am holding her so gently in my hands and brushing her hair with a tiny little comb ,, she's my gal. ..

soemthing about transfem curtis brothers makes my heart go wah, i love them really i do they're so lovely to me

I don't have many headcanons of cowgirl at the moment, but i am obsessed with the idea of calling her "girly" (thankyou to my memaw, who uses girly and inspired the idea) — like... pony / girly? the parallels... okay whatever I'm shutting up i promise /j+silly

anyways, whilst trying to make up a little design for her, i got a bit sidetracked and made this drawing of ponyboy and cowgirl sharing a cigarette and having a real short talk

the specific ponyboy i have there IS post-story, his bleached and overgrown hair making a weird appearance in the drawing. i dunno, i like to imagine post-canon pb would have a way more enamored response to cowgirl compared to pre or during.

he's really in love with the girl he becomes in another universe, even if it might not be him. he still loves her no matter what, and i think that's really neat :D

my favorite little detail of cowgirl has to be the little designs i put on her clothes, something tells me she is a girl who is in LOVE with embroidery. i think it might be one of the things she picked up when transitioning, because you always have to be a little punk in terms of being transgender in my opinion — and i take cowgirl to be quite crafty :3c

i just think she'd fawn over tiny flowers and spirals all over her stuff, because "they are so cute n' simple, right?! but they're so complex and cool!" and awawawahhh... she just likes her details in my eyes

anyways i really really REALLY enjoyed making this drawing, mostly digital though – the traditional sketch was a hit of a process, i accidentally made her too tall at some point and was like "??? nuh uh" 💀 but she's beautiful and she's such a doll and wahhh my babyy...

i hope all the transfem pb fans out there can appreciate another addition to the gallery, I'd also like to shout out GLORBIEZ' ART !!! who also inspired me very heavily to make my own version!

please please please go look at it glorbiez is an amazing artist and i really love their take on cowgirl /BEGGING, DESPERATE (/silly)

who am i if not to jump on a trend with a very niche headcanon amirite ;3

#yeehaw !!! :D #cowgirl curtis who goes full... cowgirl when transitioning you are very dear to me #not a lick of grease found on that girl #in this photo at least 💀 i imagine she still is quite the greaser gal #i am obsessed with this little doodle #maybe it's just the pose idk man it was just a lot of fun #peep the body hair which i thought was a nice addition because i often don't MAKE that detail in my art #but with a pose like that it felt necessary #anyways enough of me rambling #cowgirl curtis #transfem ponyboy #transfem headcanon #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders #the outsiders fanart #the outsiders headcanon

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I don't ususlly do asks over shit like this but i have to ask why youre going to bat for people who 'don't want to commission artists' or why one of your arguments big points is that a lot of anti-ai sentiment just exist so people 'don't use gen ai'. I'll be frank, i don't give a shit thinking about a world where people dont litteraly rely on shit like that for a living because as of right now a lot of people do, and a grand majority of the places providing gen ai directly fund shitty hyper capitalists and start ups trying to ride the wave of this trend

Can you please tell me why exactly its bad to stop this, because in the world we're living in, telling a bunch of people to stop supporting the sevice that hinges on paying workers pennies while you get your fun little toy doesn't sound like a moral conundrum that will actually damage people who use AI as a tool.

If a person just wants a picture of a goblin with a fat ass I don't think they're morally obligated to commission an artist to do that for whatever reason they might have. Implicit in this discussion there's often the idea that only people who can afford to commission an artist deserve to have art. I don't think the person who asks the silly machine for a picture of a goblin with a fat ass is morally compromised, despite the fact that they might have been able to pay someone to draw that picture for them.

And a lot of people treat it as like natural that of course you should commission someone for a picture of a goblin with a fat ass instead of asking a generative algorithm to make one for you. But to me the logic under that assumption is very similar to the anti-piracy logic of "it's stealing a corporation's profits." Nothing was stolen, some profits simply failed to manifest.

And like, is the person who asks for a picture of a goblin with a fat ass your enemy? Nah. The issue is far larger than this one single technology and that one person with a great taste in goblins, and I think regardless of how people might feel about generative AI as a technology it is important to articulate that the technology itself is neutral, and its uses being bad isn't an emergent property of the technology itself. That way we can better focus our energies on the real issues.

Like, the issues with OpenAI and Midjourney are not "they are AI companies." The issues are "their business models are based on exploitative practices that our economic system empowers," right?

#thydungeongal answers #genai

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vonlycsnn · 1 year ago

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✧ — PICTURE PERFECT

~ VON LYCAON X GENDER NEUTRAL ARTIST! READER.

SUMMARY: You're a famous artist/illustrator in New Eridu, absolutely tired of trying to deal with recent problems. then you decide to call Victoria Housekeeping Co. for some help, it was the best decision of your life.

- cw/tw: none.

- A/N: im so obsessed over this man its genuinely concerning, pls help. also this might be messy/ooc(?)...it's my first time writing this kinda stuff so bare with me.

Being such a well-known artist in New Eridu is tough work. Not only do you have to keep up with your clients' demands and expectations, you also have to deal with thieves trying to steal your work.

You were thankful that some of your most valuable artworks were in museums that had incredible security, but even so, those bastards are still trying to break into your mansion and steal your canvases that have yet to be delivered or even unfinished.

Understandably, you grew tired of all the stuff you went through, slowly becoming restless from the amount of sleepless nights you had to fight through. To the point where you wanted to quit art completely but you just couldn't. Art was your passion. You've been drawing for nearly your entire life; you couldn't quit now.

Thankfully, a kind client of yours took notice of your situation and recommended Victoria Housekeeping to you. At first you were skeptical; there's no way a housekeeping company could help you with these problems, right?

—

"I don't think they'll be able to help me..." you kindly said. The client merely smiled and gave you a pat on the shoulder.

"Just give them a call. Trust me."

—

And here you are now, constantly being served and protected by the members of Victoria Housekeeping. You were extremely grateful for their service; they've made your life so much better than you expected.

You've grown so close to them that you became one of their most respected clients, having to be close friends with each of the members. You didn't want to say that you had a favorite attendant, but you do have a preferred one.

Rina, although her general services are incredible and you'd always find yourself having a great time with her, her culinary skills are...questionable at best, but still, you didn't want to upset her by any means.

Corin is a sweet girl. When the two of you became acquainted, you saw her as a little sister. Although you were surprised at how strong she is for her age, you didn't think much of it. The problem with her is how much she doubts herself; you'd have to constantly remind her that she's not doing anything wrong, and as much as you hate to admit it, you were pretty annoyed.

Ellen, well...she isn't too enthusiastic about regular housekeeping jobs, not to mention she's always low-energy. But the number of times she saved you from the most dangerous situations was enough for her to gain your respect. Plus, talking about internet trends with her is always fun.

And there's Lycaon. Oh, did you have so many words about him. To keep it simple, he was just right. His services are always near perfect; he has saved you countless times from hollows and thieves; he is elegant; he is a gentleman; you could ramble about him all day for all you cared.

To be perfectly honest, you grew a crush on him. Every time he'd lean behind you to see what you're working on, you'd always freeze in place. Too flustered by what was happening. Every time you'd hear his voice, you'd melt. The way he acts just makes your heart flutter...He was perfect.

As your own personal request for him, you wished he'd spend more time with you. Be it in the mansion or outside. He smiled, bowing down in front of you.

—

"As you wish, master. I'm more than happy to spend time with an amazing artist such as yourself." He said. You saw his tail wagging ever so slightly, but decided to say nothing; you merely smiled.

—

Every now and then he'd come to your office to check on you; he'd bring you food every time you lost track of time; he'd give you a massage whenever you had free time.

"It's always important to maintain a good posture, master." As he would say.

But being an attendant for a full-time artist comes with its own challenges. Other than having to constantly be on guard at night for possible thieves, he'd always let out an irritated sigh whenever he saw your workspace covered in paint. Especially when you're making abstract art. But he understands that art can be messy sometimes, and that's fine.

Every time you get a commission to make abstract art, you'd always rent a workspace outside of the mansion. Just so Lycaon doesn't have to deal with the mess.

But other than that, the two of you were grateful for each other's company.

Much to your dismay, however, your feelings for him grew the longer you spent time with him. You became so close to Lycaon than any of the other attendants; he knew your weakness, he knew your strengths, and he even knew some of your secrets.

You couldn't express your feelings for him with words, and so you did what you knew best: to draw. As a request, you asked Lycaon if you could take a few pictures of him. Of course he obliged. Amidst the photography, he asked.

"If I were to be bold to ask, master, what is the purpose of this?"

You merely smiled at him, saying that it's nothing important. A part of him knew about what you're planning, but he decided to keep quiet and merely chuckled.

After the interaction, you quickly but stealthily took a small canvas and a few of your painting supplies.

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Days passed, and the painting was finally ready. You have pulled many all-nighters to finish this; you spent so much time carefully adding details and capturing his looks to the formerly blank canvas. And you couldn't be happier with the results; you just hope it was enough to make him understand the message you're trying to pass.

You took a deep breath and finally called for him. He quickly arrives at your workspace, noticing the medium-sized easel and the small paint stains on the floor. Your back was facing towards him, trying to hide the painting from his view. Realizing what to do, you flipped the canvas and turned towards him. He was understandably confused, and you were too nervous to say anything. You quickly walked up to him and handed the canvas to him.

"Here. I...made this for you." You said in such a shaky voice, he was almost concerned. But he gently grabs the canvas, and finally, he turns it to reveal the drawing. He was... speechless. Absolutely speechless. Just standing there, appreciating what he's seeing. You stuttered, trying to get words out of your mouth.

"...as a way to express how much I'm thankful for everything you've done. You're an amazing attendant, and I wanted to repay you somehow. W-well, other than using money." You awkwardly laughed, fidgeting with your fingers.

Lycaon continues to silently admire your work of him. You captured his features so well; the colors were so nice to look at, the pose, the lighting... it was so beautiful. He always appreciates the time and effort you put into your artwork. Secretly, he has been going to your workspace at night to admire all of the work you've done. He couldn't help but laugh once he saw how red your face was.

"My sincere apologies, master. But if I may ask, what are you trying to say?" He asked, almost in a teasing matter. Oh, he knows.

You panicked, so overwhelmed by the situation at hand. A part of you is trying to come up with lies, but ultimately, you gave in.

After taking a deep breath, you officially admitted your true feelings. Well, in the simplest way possible. You couldn't help but cringe at what you've said. This is so embarrassing, you thought.

Lycaon smiled, looking back at the painting to caress the sides of the canvas. He chuckled once more.

"What an astonishing way to express such feelings towards someone. I must say, master, I'm truly impressed."

The thiren carefully puts the canvas on a small table next to him, then he walks towards you. Gently grabbing your hand.

"As for what are my thoughts regarding all of this," he then proceeds to kiss the back of your hand. You jumped to his action, watching every move he made. He looked back at you softly.

There you heard it—the words that'd make you fall to the ground instantly.

"I'd be delighted to be more than an attendant for you, my dear."

#N-Writes #zenless zone zero #zzz #zzzero #zenless zone zero x reader #zzz x reader #von lycaon #zzz lycaon #von lycaon x reader #lycaon x reader #zenless zone zero lycaon

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matchatarot · 5 months ago

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Is your wardrobe ready for spring, Bunny? I know I am early but as an Aries baby, I am counting down the days for my season! In the meantime, I felt like sharing some fashion forward ideas of what you could wear this spring. To pick a pile don’t overthink it and choose the one that draws you in the most while thinking about the reading’s intent.

Love, Matcha ♡

☆ masterlist

Pile 1 ₊˚.༄

Seems like you’re a bit of a fashionista! You might already have a good idea of what you’re gonna be wearing this spring. The winter has been long and you’ve been working hard. Perhaps you haven’t had a lot of time for your social life and nowhere to go to show off your outfits. But you’re waiting patiently for spring and you know it’s gonna be amazing because you’ll see your hard work bear its fruits. You better be looking good because I see some career opportunities are coming your way. You probably have some cute pieces in your wardrobe that’s gonna be coming back in style, so don’t spend too much on new clothing. Here are some fashion trends you could try this upcoming season.

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Pile 2 ⊹˚˖ ☆

You’ve been plotting for your spring glow up for a while, haven’t you? Maybe you’ve been daydreaming or literally dreaming about how this spring is gonna bring you so many new opportunities. Your manifestations are gonna be granted and you’re gonna be looking delicious. You’ll let go of what doesn’t serve you, perhaps some old clothes you don’t wear anymore. You’ll be going out a lot meeting a bunch of new people, friends and romantic interests. A lot of new opportunities are coming for you. Get your fashion ready, because you might get a date or an interview! Karma is on your side. You’re gonna be the main character this spring! Here are some fashion trends you could try this upcoming season.

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Pile 3 ‧₊˚ ♡

Spring 2025 is gonna be your moment. You’ve been minding your business, letting go of negative and unnecessary things. Even on days when you’ve doubted yourself, you’ve made an effort to show gratitude and the universe will reward you for this attitude. You’re really wanting to be authentic this upcoming spring, so you’ll want to let your bright personality shine. Right now you might be really into a specific aesthetic, artist or media and it’s influencing your style. Take from this aesthetic what you like but don’t be scared to try new things even if they’re not trending. Make sure that your fashion is something positive for you, not a source of worries. If you’ve been wanting new clothes but don’t have the means, you should go thrifting or ask people around you if they have any they would like to give away. Even if you might be a bit perfectionist with your style this spring, I see that you’re gonna stand out thanks to your fashion effort.

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#daily tarot #pick a card #pick a pile #tarot #tarot cards #tarot deck #tarot reading #tarotcommunity #pick a picture #spirituality #fashion #fashion trends #spring

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so-i-did-this-thing · 9 months ago

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Hello!

I wanted to ask a question, if that's okay. So, I'm genderfluid afab and feel like a man sometimes (probably more often than I allow myself to realise). I don't have access to a Binder or anything of that sort (transphobic parents).

Is there any way for me to look/be more masculine? I'm a bit scared of goggling because I don't want to accidentally take advice from Tate people or the like.

(PS. I really like your Siegfried Farnon cosplay!)

Heya!

This is a tough one to answer. Because "masculine" means different things to different people. And "passing", as well.

Like. When I wear my fleece jacket and baseball cap, I'm deliberately passing as a certain type of man. But I felt more masculine the other day wearing an ascot.

So, I think we need to break down this question:

1) If you're looking to pass, there are going to be trans masc guides out there that will direct you to a very particular gender presentation. They tend to assume you are white and skinny. They present themselves as a list of Dos and Do-Nots, and at the end of the day, do more harm than good, imo. Because passing guides are almost always about hiding parts of yourself physically, often to the expense of hiding parts of your psyche.

Seek them out if you must, but when it comes to passing for safety, all I can suggest is ambiguous layers, a hat, keeping your head down and your mouth shut. The best way to pass is to not draw attention to yourself, alas.

2) If you're looking to dress more masculine to alleviate gender dysphoria, then you need to drill down to what makes you dysphoric and start there. My smaller feet is one area of contention for me, so I look for semi-dressy shoes that look long and elegant (like Taft boots). Since you can't get a binder, consider layers, if your chest bothers you.

3) If you're looking to dress more masculine to seek gender euphoria, then figure out your aesthetic masculine ideal. Make a pinboard of Looks you enjoy and see if there are trends. Some folks are drawn to athletic wear. Work wear. Perhaps a vintage aesthetic -- Rockabilly. 90s grunge. 1940s British country vet (meeeee, lol).

Ask yourself: What are the hallmarks of this style? Are there casual and formal versions? How does it change seasonally? How much of it is clothing and how much of it is the body (haircut, being muscular, etc)? And above all - what is this style trying to communicate to others?

Once done, see what sort of fashion tips are out there for your style. Who are the fashion experts and how much do you care about their advice? (Menswear guy has great tips about how a modern suit "should" fit, but a lot of his advice is also personal preference with a big dollop of classism.)

Pay close attention to how men wear their clothes -- where they sit on the body, how they style the outfit. Compare how a man is styled in your preferred look to how a woman is styled and see what that sparks in you. How much of it is the clothing or body? How much is posture? You might discern some visual shorthand you can harness to be read as more masculine. You might also come up with ways to have plausible deniability around your parents by being able to pivot a masculine look to be more feminine, when needed.

After all this research, get yourself to a thrift shop or other second hand option and start experimenting. Buying actual men's clothing is probably going to be your best bet, but depending on your Look Book, that may not always be the case.

No one can tell you how to feel more masculine -- that really needs to come from within. Once you figure that out, then it's a matter of reconciling your ideal look with the peculiarities of your body. (And all men have their own challenges wrt the fit of clothes.)

Afford yourself as much grace as possible when it comes to your body. And again, remember that feeling more masculine and passing more masculine may not always overlap and could even be at odds. And only you can determine if and when that is a problem.

#trans stuff #ty about Siegfried - his aesthetic is one I've been chasing most my life #so he is def my personal masculine ideal and his clothes are now more than cosplay for me

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barcapix · 6 months ago

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https://youtu.be/Ggnv_MQNB-4?feature=shared

^This right here with lovesick Marc Bernal might me the death of me

✮ Crimson Kisses - Marc Bernal

marc bernal x fem!reader

sy: trying the lipstick smudge challenge with marc.

a/n: you ask and you shall receive. BUT ONG im not even kidding u rn i started tearing up at my grown age. ADORABLE IDEA.

warnings: zero.

marc held an admiringly, lovesick grin plastered on his face the whole time you were explaining this trend to him, and you wondered if he was even paying attention.

his eyes were slightly glassy, sore and glistening as they mapped out every crevice of your face. they wandered to your eyes, your nose, lingering on your lips and forehead until they finally began dotting around at the small indignant moles and freckles that outlined your skin.

he held you close on your sofa, so close, that you could sense his heartbeat pumping increasingly rapid with every second that passed from looking at you. his arm was draped around your back and rested on your hip, his other drawing consistent straight lines up and down your calves—whilst you had your head resting on his shoulder, your right arm failing as you explained.

“so, what do you think? will you try it with me?” you said at last, pausing breathlessly.

marc blinked, snapping out of his daydream. “hm? do what?”

“marc!” you playfully swat his chest, “are you kidding me right now? i’ve been explaining for a good five minutes!”

“yeah, it was music to my ears,” he grins.

“marc,” you say warningly with a frown.

“alright okay, im sorry mi vida, but how can i concentrate when your staring at me like that?” he counters sweetly, crawling his hand from your leg to cradle your jaw. “it’s near impossible.”

unfortunately, his sweet talk did always make you crumble. So ultimately, you struggled to even muster up any words to counteract.

you looked down, grumbling something under your breath, silently cursing him for making you feel like this. he laughed, hooking his finger under your chin to make you look back up.

“go on amor, explain it to me again,” he encouraged, his tone buoyant but also genuine. as if he hadn’t already made your breath hitch enough, he just made it worse.

you fought the tidal wave of embarrassment rising to your cheeks, and pulled out your phone to try and distract yourself.

“i’ll just show you instead, it’s probably easier.” you muttered, your palms slightly sweaty as you flickered amongst tiktok reels. marc pressed a delicate kiss to your hair, agreeing.

there, you found it. you reflected it into his eyesight, the gentle melody of ‘k.’ overpowering your uncoordinated breathing pattern.

the hopelessly devoted loverboy that he was, placed his hand over yours on the phone, like even a few seconds without touching you was unbearable.

the video ends, and marc’s face grows to be half confused, half interested. “so where’s the lipstick bebè?”

“i came prepared,” you whip out a maroon-wine lipstick case from your hoodies pocket, swiping the lid off.

he smiled, “so either way, you were gonna make me do this no matter what i said?” he inquired, raising a brow.

“duh, obviously,” you scoff, “sometimes cariño you can be so gullible. when have you ever skipped a couples trend with me?”

“if we consider how many times it was against my free will then… one.” he tried to sigh dismally, but couldn’t deny the smirk growing on his lips.

“..hm anyway,” you click your tongue and shuffle away from him briefly to balance the phone in your hand like a compact mirror. “let me set this up.”

marc groaned from the loss of contact, the dull and cold air piercing him which you had previously shielded him from.

almost immediately, when you started to apply the lipstick, your boyfriend edges closer to you, trying to force you back into your old position. when you don’t budge, he’s inclined to sit up and perch on the end of the cushion.

you pout into the camera, smiling fondly at the change in lip colour. you swiftly turn to face him, cheekily smirking.

“well what are you waiting for babe? come here,” he encouraged hastily, slinging an arm over your waist to help you scoot over.

rolling your eyes at his dramatic tone, you gently climbed onto his lap, cupping his face with both of your hands. marc stayed perfectly still, though his hazel eyes sparkled with anticipation.

the first kiss landed on his cheek, and he let out a soft, contented sigh. “one down,”

you laughed and planted another painted kiss in the corner of his mouth, slightly teasing him by missing his lips. he tried to turn his head to reach for your lips, but you dodged and kissed his jaw.

his cheeks flushed, his confident smirk faltering as he tried and failed to hide just how euphoric he felt. “your really enjoying this,” you teased between kisses.

“of course i am,” he replied slightly breathless, “keep going.”

you continued to pepper kisses on every inch of his skin—his chin, his temple, even the bridge of his nose fell victim to your ambush.

when you finally finished, you pulled back, his face was a masterpiece of personalised, smudged scarlet-red marks.

instead of complaining, he beamed up at you, his expression so openly besotted that it made your heart palpate. “so how do i look?” he slurred slowly, a hand reaching to his cheek where your lips had been.

“somehow even more handsome,” you snorted, “but also like a walking art project if you squint.”

adjusting yourself and crawling back onto the sofa, you balance your phone on the table infront of you. marc watched you with a quiet amusement, his hands never leaving your waist whilst casually dipping underneath the hem of your hoodie.

“your really committed to this huh? like a focus of a surgeon,” he mocked, weaving his fingers between yours.

“this has to be perfect marc, we’re not half-assing it.” you shot back with a small laugh.

once the camera pinned onto you, you attempted to break away from his hand, ready to press record until he grabbed it back, lacing your fingers between his again.

“marc baby,” you coo, tilting your head, “i need my hand to record it, i can’t do it with just one.”

marc huffed, not annoyingly, but more so of a ‘yes you can, don’t make excuses,’ type of huff. he reluctantly pried his hand away, but once you were free, he relaxed his hand on your thigh and already began carving your name on your skin.

“okay are you ready?” you ask him, thumbs hovering over the record button. he gives you a silent nod, an intrigued smile playing on his lips.

the melody started, the soft and dreamy opening lyrics filling the room. the camera was aimed on you, turning your head just enough to show the smeared lipstick on your lips. the lyrics singing:

‘stay with me, i don’t want you to leave..’

on cue, his thumb reaches into shot and smooths over the unordinary smear as you looked over his way and grinned.

then you panned it to marc, his eyes locked on yours with so much rekindled love; the numerous lipstick kisses tainting his tanned skin and marking him as yours. absentmindedly, he brought you into a kiss with his fingers grazing your chin—the camera still rolling.

he couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, his pearly whites in direct contrast to the fury pink blush rising on his cheeks. his hands on you were steady, like he had all the time in the world.

the music cuts, the recording ended, as you broke this kiss—his eyes still stayed on you, like he couldn’t bare to look away. they were soft, circling imaginary hearts around yours with his sight, an impeccable grin stretching across his entire face.

he was lost in you.

“your staring,” you hummed, waving a hand infront of his eyes.

the spaniard blinked, as if snapping out of another trance. “huh?” he clears his throat, “yeah..well.. i can’t help it.”

“marc,” you laughed gently. “your not supposed to act that into it, and im now convinced your like a secret actor or something.”

“i can’t act to save my life, that was all real,” he leans in, his breath fanning onto your face. he draws you in closer, his hand cradling the back of your head as if you were his only prized possession.

“now what do you say about round two? i’m up for it mi amorè.”

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