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butch that sweetly feels undeserving and isn't used to tenderness x femme that looks at them with the most adoring pair of eyes. femme that sees the entire universe in them, femme that would comb through every layer of reality of it meant pleasing her adored. femme that opens her mouth against any curled or crooked belief, to smooth any with the gentlest words and most careful touches. femme that calls them with the most endearing terms, that gasps and grows beaming every moment she sees them emerging from anywhere, behind even a corner of the home they share. femme that bundles around their body like a safety blanket, a bed cotton on stinging aches. femme that wishes she could have been there every occasion that in the past has sadly chiseled the soul of her beloved, to protect them.

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girl who is known for being independent and proud but deep down really wants to be a doll. exhausted by the years of only having herself to rely on, by putting on that mask of self-aggrandization. it would just be so nice if she could cut back for ONCE in her life.

and it wouldn't have to be a permanent change either!but more like. a vacation. a state she can retreat to when she's just so tired of having to think and feel and act for herself. letting someone she trusts call the shots while she just. comes along for the ride and does as she's told. happy to exist and be near her loved ones without all the obligation that comes with being a fully-formed self-sufficient person.

and if she's ready to take up her old role again once she's had enough time to rest, she can do so, but... even if she doesn't, that's okay too! she's loved, just for existing.

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When you’re both burnt out, so instead of weekly dates, you have weekly recuperating days where you watch comfort shows, take naps together, make each other warm drinks, cuddle and just…create peace within each other.

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sex is cool and all but can we please play games together? have similar interests? cuddle in the warm while it’s raining? adopt a bunch of little cats? go on dates to botanical gardens? draw together? make each other laugh? watch movies until we’re too tired to keep our eyes open? kiss at 1am in the dark of a kitchen? sleep wrapped up in each others arms? share clothes? put furniture together? hold hands on long walks even if it’s hot? remind each other that we’re loved and valued as individuals? make each other flourish? support our goals and aspirations? lift one another up? bake yummy treats and feed each other while giggling? kiss while smiling? laugh until our stomachs hurt? make cherished memories? meet each others loves ones?

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please PLEASE Can you write reader ovulating with Simon Riley, his dick would hurt by the end.

what happens to simon riley when you're ovulating (his dick would fall off if it were me tbh)

your sex life with simon is already active as is, so the moment you start ovulating, he's in trouble. serious trouble. you can barely keep yourself off of him. everything he does sends a throbbing want to your pussy.

manspreading? you're already on top of him, tugging his jeans down just enough to ride his heavy cock. his big hands find purchase on your hips, grunting lowly.

"fuckin' eager, huh?" he's only half hard by the time you're bouncing on him, and you don't get off until either of you can't speak, and you've ruined yet another pair of his jeans from the amount of slick and cum that stains the fabric.

rolling up his sleeves, seeing the way his forearms and veins flex? you're begging him to finger you, and he gladly listens.

"need me t'fuckin' fill ya full, don't ya?" bent over whatever surface of your house, stuffed full of his fingers knuckle deep as your walls clench around him. one orgasm isn't enough, two, three, four, five until you're babbling incoherently and spraying the front of his shirt with your release.

the thing men do when they reverse, placing one hand behind the passenger seat? belt, GONE. you make hasty work of his jeans just so you can suck his dick as he drives—bonus points if he's still reversing. half-way laid across the center console with a face-full of his throbbing cock, already leaking pre. he's a mess, whimpers spilling from his lips as he bites down on the plush flesh. he's pulling your panties to the side, burying three fingers deep in your cunt with ease at the sheer wetness of your pussy.

him, reading with glasses? you bet he isn't taking his eyes off a single page as he ruts into you from behind, book laid across your back slick with sweat. he might be a little mean, make you fuck yourself back on his dick, balls slightly slapping your clit enough to make your eyes roll back into your head. get a drop of cum on his book, and he'll punish you.

getting passionate about his interests? fuck in missionary so he can continue yapping as he toys with your clit and pounds into your throbbing cunt. his words are long lost on you—you don't even notice when his words start getting condescending.

"always gettin' in m'pants..." he grunts, the sound of skin slapping and mindless whimpers and mewls fill the room, "fuckin' slut, you tryin' to get pregnant? want me t'fill you? dirty whore..."

by the end of your ovulation phase, you might've definitely gotten knocked up, and his dick is no longer with us. (he still has his hands and face, ladies...)

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🌊 Subtle Poseidon Worship 🐬

Picking up trash at a beach, lake, or river

Collecting ocean water or making salt water (please do not drink either)

Collect seashells, shark teeth, seaglass, and ocean-related fossils/precious gems

Have a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Wear cologne with a musky or breezy scent

Learn about local fish and underwater species

Have a stuffed animal horse or dolphin; have a stuffed animal of any water creature

Try eating seaweed or fish (be careful with shellfish; many people are allergic!!!)

Have imagery of the ocean, sea dwelling creatures, tridents, or pegasi around

Support ocean-focused organizations

Learn to go more with the flow of things; practice grounding regularly

Fall asleep/meditate to ocean sounds

Sunbathe on a beach, if able

Go swimming/diving; learn to swim/dive

Practice standing up for yourself; assert your boundaries; you have power

Make a list of your personal strengths and things you're proud of

Own a fish (please research the fish first)

Visit an aquarium

Learn how to ride a horse; volunteer at local horse stables, if able

Take care of your mental health; learn to be patient and forgiving with yourself

Learn about constellations; learn how to navigate using the stars

Take a walk under the full moon (only if it is safe to do so in your area)

Drink water; stay hydrated

Take a self-care shower/bath

Use hydrating lotion on your skin; take good care of yourself physically

Focus on the personal power and strength you have; maybe meditate on this

Practice mindfulness

Try fishing

Learn how to sail, kayak, or paddleboard

Try to learn divination of water; rivers, the ocean, lakes, ponds, etc. all work

Draw in the sand; build sand castles; create colored sand art (best in a pretty vase, imo)

Stand in water; ground yourself around bodies of water; meditate standing in or near them

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May add more to this later! This is my list of discreet ways to worship Poseidon. I hope this is helpful, and take care, y'all! 🩵

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

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lord poseidon !!

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i know i don't really talk about Father Poseidon but this will be an appreciation post for Him because i truly do love Him :D i actually kind of feel bad, bc the most i can do for Him is drink water (i almost never do but bc i started worshipping him i no longer struggle that much w it) and His altar is v simple, but whenever i try to ask Him in which ways i can honour Him better, He just tells me to be kind to myself. He tells me to love myself the same way in which i love Him, and that is so sweet TT i truly do love Father Poseidon and i'm trying to do my best to be self-compassionate, both for His sake and mine <3 and yep, he's the one deity i do have like a parental bond with, and his presence is such a comforting one. whenever i have trouble sleeping, i like to listen to the sound of waves crashing in the ocean, and there have been a few times in which i have felt myself being rocked gently in someone's embrace. it's like He was trying to lull me into sleep, and it worked! He's always taking care of me, and i don't think i can ever thank Him enough TT

to sum up, i love Father Poseidon <3

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Salma Deera, "Salt"

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gyaru yuri bye

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𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪🪻

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you’re dumber than you look.

wonyoung x fem!reader

cw// bullying but only a teeny tiny bit, slowish burn? <3 fllluufffff

reader is whipped for wony thats it

“get your grimy hands off her”. you find yourself saying these words often throughout the week, and always to the same group of people, the ones who always corner her at her locker, or in a classroom after school. it seems as though wonyoung cant keep herself out of trouble.. and for some reason, you always find yourself defending her.

it has become almost like a routine for you. in the mornings you arrive to school, to find that stupid group of people crowding wonyoung, getting up in their face to scare them away, only to find them crowding her once again after finishing your football practice after school.

you’re used to it though, and honestly you kind of like it, you like the feeling of protecting a cute girl, the feeling of being a knight in shining armour.

this day is like every other day, finishing up your football practice and heading to the shower rooms, quicky freshening yourself up before making your way around the school, peaking in to each classroom to find the school nerd, wonyoung.

you pop your head into a room, finding exactly what you’re looking for, wonyoung. she’s sitting at a desk, the group of 4 people standing over her, talking and laughing at her until they see you.

“ugh, here comes the fun police.” a girl with long pigtails glares at you, a smirk forming on her face. “see you later, then.” she flicks wonyoungs forehead, turning towards the door and walking out, her minions following behind and sticking their tongues out at you and wonyoung.

“mmph..” wonyoung sits there, rubbing her forehead where the girl with pigtails had flicked. you make a teasing pout towards her, coming closer and peeling her hand away from her forehead, replacing it with yours as you rub the tips of your fingers against her forehead.

“sorry i’m late, wony.” you smile, pulling your hand away after rubbing her forehead for a few seconds. “its fine.. im used to it or whatever..” you notice a quite obvious pout on her face.

“uh huh…” you pull a seat towards the desk she sat at, dropping your duffel bag, taking a seat and propping your elbow up on the desk, resting your head on your palm. “what are you studying?”

her pout disappears, a soft smile taking its place “some calculus.. i wanna get a head-start on uni..” she admits timidly, her eyes falling to the desk “how was practice?”

you shrug your shoulders, leaning back in your chair, “normal. nothing special.” “i see..”

a silence takes over you both.

its not uncomfortable though. you both.. feel like this is how it should be… the two of you together.. you both smile to yourselves, soft giggling falling from both your lips.

“ahem.” you’re both interrupted by a sudden noise at the door, catching your attention, “school’s closing. you have to leave.” a stern looking man who you know as the biology teacher notifies you.

you nod, giving him a playful salute to which he responds by raising an eyebrow. “and don’t forget, y/n, theres a mock exam tomorrow.” he smirks to himself before leaving.

you bury your head in your hands “..… i forgot..” wonyoungs hand flies to her mouth, her shoulders shaking gently as she covers up her laughter, obviously failing.

you shoot your head up to look at her. oh. wow. it was only then when you noticed just how pretty she was.

the way her eyes closed when she laughed, the way her lips curled into that smile of hers, the way her long, slender fingers covered her mouth.

your face turned pink ever so slightly, catching yourself thinking these thoughts.

“quit laughing..” you turn your head away from her. “lets go, they’re closing up the school..” you stand up, placing your chair back in its rightful position and picking up your duffel bag, crossing the strap over your body.

wonyoung nods, catching her breath from her laughter as she stands up and tucks her chair in, picking up her backpack from the floor and following close behind you.

the sun is setting, casting a soft, orange glow on you both. you both make your way to the gates, pointing and giggling at random things left around the school.

standing at the gates, it seems like neither of you want to leave, noticing this wonyoung finds the courage to ask you, “hey, um.. can you take me home today..?”

your eyes widen for a moment, before nodding and smiling, “sure!”, you extend your hand, pointing to the direction of your car, “this way.”, both of you walking to your car.

you pop open the trunk of your car, tossing your bag into it, before reaching your hand towards wonyoung, to which she responds my placing the handle of the backpack into your hand, and you place it gently into your car, closing the hatch.

you walk wonyoung towards the passenger side door, opening it for her and gesturing for her to get in, to which she smiles and slides in. closing the door for her, you quickly make your way to the drivers side, hopping in and shutting the door, clicking your seatbelt in place.

you turn your head to make sure wonyoung puts her seatbelt on too, and with a satisfying clicking sound, you start the engine, hearing a distinct hum, your car purrs to life.

“lead the way then.” you start driving, following wonyoungs directions as she directs you to her house, pointing and different directions. however, you find yourself getting distracted, glancing towards her every once in a while, and even finding your hand crawling towards her thigh, threatening to land upon it.

she notices your hand creeping and smiles to herself, placing her hand on top of it and grasping it gently, her thumb caressing your knuckles. your body stiffens up a little, before relaxing.

you end up driving this way for the next few minutes, until you reach her house. its a simple house, with a white picket fence and a few flower bushes surrounding the patio. you pull your hand away from her thigh, watching as she gets out of the car.

you follow suit, getting out and heading to the back of your car, opening the trunk and handing her the backpack, closing the trunk once again and head back to the drivers side door. you lean against it, watching as she makes her way to the front door, fumbling through her bag to find the keys.

she inserts her key into the lock, twisting it and pushing open the door, turning back and waving goodbye before you stop her “wait, wonyoung!”

she pauses, tilting her head, “what’s up..?” you take a quick, sharp breath, fiddling with the ends of your hair. “uhh tomorrow.. should i pick you up..?” you lock eyes with her, smiling nervously.

she nods eagerly, giving a goofy thumbs up, “sure! see you tomorrow!” she turns on her heel, stepping into her house and shutting the door.

you smile to yourself, getting into your car and resting your forehead on the steering wheel as you mutter to yourself. “im so stupid..” a pink hue forming on your face.

you head home, still smelling the lingering scent of wonyoung in your car. after making your way into your own house, you feel restless, absentmindedly throwing your football in the air.

thunk. you ended up dropping the ball right on your face, letting out a sharp hiss at the pain. you shake your head, gently nudging the ball away towards a random corner of your room, falling onto your bed face first.

you roll over onto your side, pulling the blanket over you, placing your hands over your face. “i need to sleep…”, you mumble under your breath.

eventually, you end up falling asleep, succumbing to your tiredness.

the next morning you find yourself waking up earlier than usual, figuring that it must be the nerves you shrug it off and start preparing for the day, showering and eating breakfast, ect.

you must have checked yourself in the mirror at least a hundred times that morning. a sigh falling from your lips as you keep finding flaws on yourself, to your hair being parted wrong to your clothes being wrinkled slightly.

checking the time, you decide that this is good enough, a simple outfit consisting of a pair of black, baggy jeans and black hoodie accompanied by your letterman, finished off with a pair of black bapestar shoes.

and with that, you make your way out the door, getting in your car and head towards wonyoungs house, still remembering where she directed you from yesterdays event.

as you pull up, you already see her waiting at the end of her driveway, dressed in a long white sleeved shirt, blue baggy denim jeans and white airforces.

she waves happily, opening the car door and stepping in. “hi.” she smiles widely, clicking her seatbelt on. “hey, you uh, you look good.” you sheepishly respond, a quiet giggle escaping wonyoungs lips.

“you too.” she smiles, giving you a wink watching as you puy the car in reverse, reversing out her driveway and putting the car back onto “D”, finally making your way to your school.

as you park you can see wonyoungs group of bullies making their way into school, a worried expression forming on both you and wonyoungs face. “should we just.. walk in together..?” you turn your head briefly to look at her.

wonyoung gazes at you with big eyes, a noticable shade of red on her face. “if its okay with you..” taken aback by her reaction, you can’t help but also feel a rush of warmth on your face, nodding, you slip put of the car, waiting for wonyoung to do the same.

she gets out too, hanging her backpack on her shoulders as she brazenly links her arm with yours. you chuckle, pulling her closer, walking into the school and past her little bully group, making eye contact with the pigtail haired girl who just glares at the both of you.

of course, other people notice too, however, you just can’t find it in you to care much. you have wonyoung around your arm, and that’s the only thing on your mind right now.

you feel a little shake on your arm and you look towards wonyoung, noticing that shes shivering. “its- colder than i thought it was gonna be…” she admits sheepishly.

without her needing to say another word, you take off your letterman, wrapping it around her shoulders. “wear this then.” you make a big show out of it, as if to say “wonyoung is mine”.

she nods, slipping her arms through the sleeves. “thanks, y/n..” you let out a satisfied hum, liking how she looks in your own letterman.

the first bell for class rings, and a rush of students start making their way through the halls. “um! come to my practice, okay?!” you call out to her as she also makes her way to her homeroom, her response back was a simple thumbs up, signalling that she had heard your request.

feeling giddy all throughout the morning, you totally forgot about the biology mock exam you had third period. you grumble and groan, seeing the same biology teacher that reminded you of it yesterday grin knowingly at you.

you totally flunk the exam…. leading into a slump the rest of the day. you barely manage to focus in all your other classes and only until school is over does your mood start to pick up again.

you make your way onto the school field, meeting with the rest of your team for a quick debrief before starting practice, when in your peripheral vision, you see wonyoung, still sporting your letterman, sitting on the bleachers.

you give her a quick wave and she waves back, pushing up her glasses with her middle and ring finger. you feel satisfied, knowing that shes there and not in some classroom being tormented by her bullies.

practice goes without any hiccups, and afterwards you make your way to wonyoung, still sitting on the bleachers. a sheen of sweat glistening on your face.

wonyoung gulps. you look good. too good.

you fan yourself with your hands, smiling and catching your breath. “ha.. hi.” “hi…” a silence takes over you both once more. “um. sorry i asked you to come here.. i didn’t.. want you to be alone again.”

she nods in understandment. “no worries… but i still have to go study.. come with me to the library..?” you nod, “sure. let me go freshen up though.”

with that, you turn and quickly make your way to the locker room, changing and refreshing yourself in record time as to not make her wait too long.

as you walk out, you see her waiting, her attention focused on a book. you approach her, and she closes the book. “lets go?” you reach a hand out towards her instinctively, to which she immediately grasps, interlocking fingers. “lets.”

you both start walking, wonyoung walking a little faster, more eager to go study. swinging your arms, you can’t help but let out a little comment.

“we almost look like a couple..” you chuckle softly. “i guess we do..” wonyoung giggles, looking back at you with a smile, making your heart skip a beat or two.

you follow her into the library, the both of you taking a seat by the window in a booth, wonyoung already grabbing a few books out her back, you can only sit there and watch her. “such a hardworker..” you mutter under your breath.

“well one of us has to be smart..” she covers her mouth with her hand once again, laughing quietly. you reach your hand out towards her, peeling her hand away from her face.

“you look better without your hand in your face..” she raises an eyebrow, smiling an upside down smile. “reaaaally?” you nod, smiling. “mhm.”

she rolls her eyes, turning her attention back to her textbooks. throughout your study session- which was just her studying and you looking at her, she keeps throwing you little glances and gestures, a wink here, blowing a little kiss there.

until eventually she seems to get a bit flustered. she crosses her arms, leaning back in her chair and glaring at you. you sit up quickly, giving her a confused look. “what..?”

she takes a quick look around the library, and without warning, she picks up one of her textbooks, flipping it open to a random page and holding it up, leaning in a pressing a kiss to your lips.

you sit there, stunned as she places the book back onto the table, smirking and leaning against her palm, her elbow propped up against the table.

“youre dumber than you look..”

a/n: HELLO i lowk rushed the ending bc i was getting worried that i was making it too long for what was supposed to be a little fluff … I MEAN IS IT TOO LONG?? can a fic ever be too long ?!?! … looking at it now i shouldve prob made two parts but idk.. whatever ..

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feline therian tips!

use a blanket for phantom tail if you dont have a tail!

do makeup to make yourself look like your cat type! (you can put pink or black on your nose, black on your upper lip, eyeliner, contour, etc)

watch old disney movies! they animate cats so well! i love lion king personally

go out and interact with nature and other animals! vocals are really useful for this, i learned cat body language and vocals to communicate with my cats even before i figured out i was a cat therian. chitter at squirrels, meow at cats, climb rocks and trees!!!!

do your hair in cat ear buns! i love this one, you can look up a tutorial for cat ear buns and theyre super cute and give a feeling of more natural ears

walk digitigrade! i like walking on my toes already because im autistic, but if i bend my legs a little bit while i do so its really euphoric, just make sure not to do it for too long since it might start hurting

sleep and stretch like a cat! curl up, stretch out, you can even loaf!

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RUKA 'Stuck in the Middle' mv behind

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☀️ — vanilla scent sensory board for me !

🍦 ☁️ 🍦 // ☁️ ♡ ☁️ // 🍦 ☁️ 🍦

➤ vanilla scent flag by @rabidbatboy

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Being an omega is being the designated stuffed toy that your pack sleeps with for comfort.