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I used to love those anti diet posts that were like "eat that cake. eat that chocolate. do what feels good babe" because they enabled me to keep harming my vital organs. Now they make me want to scream bc like girl I would LOVE to. I'm fighting the urge every second. But I would sugar dose myself into a diabetic coma if I just did what felt good. I would bleed myself into iron deficiency if I did what felt good. Doing what feels good would cause some of my favourite organs to stop functioning. It's made me realize... Doing what feels good is a privilege not all are blessed with.
#it feels like being an addict who's trying to love themselves#and in their self love circles they keep hearing âhey do those drugs again girl u know u want toâ#why do we have to keep focusing on food in circles with huge numbers of people with EDs#when we could just talk about like fucking loving ourselves properly#from the inside out#talking about eating habits should be like religion#do what you want and dont tell anyone else how to eat#dont give permission that isnt yours to give#personal#rant#tw food#tw restriction#chronic illness#polycystic ovarian syndrome#pcos#pcos diet#pcos lifestyle#body neutrality#also applies to diabetes#and celiac and those with intolerances and allergies#im sure many others#sugar addiction#insulin resistance#tw medical
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12 Emotional Wounds in Fiction Storys
Betraying a Loved One. Your character made a choice, and it backfired, badly. They betrayed someone close to them, maybe on purpose, maybe by accident. Now, the guiltâs eating them alive. They might try to fix things, but can they even make up for what they did?
Guilt Over a Past Mistake. They made a mistake, one that cost someone else. Maybe it was reckless, maybe it was a dumb decision, but now it haunts them. They canât stop thinking about it, and no matter how hard they try to make things right, the past keeps pulling them back.
Survivorâs Guilt. Imagine surviving something awful, an accident, a disaster, but someone else didnât make it. Now your character is stuck asking, âWhy me? Why am I still here?â They push people away, convinced they donât deserve to be happy or even alive.
Feeling Powerless. Your character is trapped, maybe in an abusive home, a toxic relationship, or just in life itself. They feel stuck, with no control over their own future.
Being Wrongly Accused. They didnât do it. But no one believes them. Your character has been falsely accused of something serious, maybe even a crime and now theyâre fighting to clear their name. Itâs not just about proving their innocence, though. Theyâre also battling the pain of being abandoned by people who were supposed to stand by them.
Public Humiliation. Theyâve just been humiliated in front of everyone, maybe itâs a video gone viral, or they were betrayed by someone they trusted. Now, they canât even look people in the eye.
Living in Someoneâs Shadow. No matter what they do, itâs never enough. Someone else, a sibling, a friend, a partner, always shines brighter. They feel stuck in that personâs shadow, invisible and overlooked.
Abandoning a Dream. They had big dreams, but somewhere along the way, life got in the way, and now theyâve given up. Maybe it was because of fear or circumstances beyond their control, but the loss of that dream has left them feeling empty.
Childhood Trauma. Something happened to them when they were young, something painful that still affects them today. Whether it was abuse, neglect, or a significant loss, the trauma follows them into adulthood, shaping how they see themselves and the world.
Being an Outsider. Theyâve never felt like they fit in, whether because of their background, their personality, or something else. They long for acceptance but fear theyâll never find it.
Struggling with Addiction. Theyâre caught in a destructive cycle, whether itâs with substances, behaviors, or even people. The shame and struggle to break free from addiction are real and raw.
Living with Chronic Illness. Theyâre living with a chronic illness or disability, and itâs not just the physical challenges that weigh them down, itâs the emotional toll, too. Maybe they feel isolated, or like theyâre a burden to others.
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in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!
they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.
they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.
you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.
but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.
where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.
and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?
doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.
but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.
what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.
just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?
your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.
#spilled ink#warm up#writeblr#this is about someone specific but feel free to blorbo on main.#tbh this is familial for me so that is an element but it's also about childhood best friends#and probably about ur enemies to lovers blorbo#(but i want to specifically say if ur partner is like this. not necessarily a good partnership lol.)#(the dynamics at play in familial/friend relationships feel equally important and in some ways are HARDER to escape.#bc we can see that this is a potentially toxic romantic foundation.#but in family ? ...... it's toxic and it doesn't stop u from loving them. bc u always have.#and i think that makes it harder. by a lot. which is what this is referencing).#but genuinely and really truly forever feel free to tag ur potentially toxic enemies to lovers on this and all my poetry#here i'll do one for u - adora & catra :x
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đŠˇMoon sign observationsđŠˇ
Aries moons: Iâve noticed that a lot of Aries moon people tend to have a certain interest that they are very very passionate aboutđ they also are very protective over their loved ones if you think no one has your back that one Aries moon family member or friend does they also may be addicted to dramaâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Taurus moons: the most loyal and caring people Iâve ever met they always find a way to make you comfortable in the most uncomfortable situations haha they also can get irritable when they are hungry or when they are stressed they may over indulge in food or things that may be comforting to them.
Gemini moons: a lot of them tend to always need to be doing something to keep them from overthinking and spiraling. They always know everything about everyone even people that are just acquaintances. They overindulge in media haha and they might have multiple things they are interested in or were at one point and it is the most random hobby ever they also may struggle with being anxious or having a lot of anxiety due to always asking why or making hypothetical situations in their head(this is my moon signđ)
Cancer moons: they are always so caring they might accidentally parent their friends and family but itâs because they care about them so much. Iâve noticed that a lot of cancer moons that Iâve met are old souls they could appreciate antiques and older musicđthey are very practical at times and they always seem to know the right thing to say when you are upset
Leo moons: Leo moons just light up rooms when they smile their humor is immaculate. They also might have a tendency to hold grudges on certain people. A lot of Leo moons Iâve met have a very chill demeanor but once they get comfortable they really show their personalityâ¤ď¸ they are surprisingly stubborn too and have leader characteristics people just listen to them
Virgo moons: they are so anxious :( but very stable a lot of them might get stomach issues due to anxiety they also could stress cleanđ they get stressed out in unclean environments. Also might have a tendency to want to fix people or give solutions when someone is upset (this isnât because they donât care itâs because they want to help) virgo moons tend to be stuck in-between their head and their heart they also have very beautiful skin they take very good care of themselves and others.
Libra moons: you guys are so diplomatic and conflict adverse at the same time haha Iâve never met a libra moon who didnât want to keep the peace. They are so sweet and they always seem to know what to say to make people feel better. They also might get stuck in situations due to getting attached easily. Libra moons also might have a hard time being alone because they just want to be lovedđ I love you guys sm
Scorpio moons: you guys are detectives on a monocular level you always seem to know how to get things out of people a lot of my friends are Scorpio moons and their dark humor is so fucking funny. They also are emotional even if they try to hide it they have huge hearts and care about their people. They love horror movies/games and When they are mad they might struggle with revenge fantasies and explosive anger. Very secretive about non important things like their playlists or their favorite food but non the less they are extremely loyal people so donât hurt them or you will never get back in.
Sagittarius moons: they have so much energy and knowledge they are little adventurers they always have some funny story to pull out of nowhere you know when a Sagittarius moon loves you is when they take you on their little trips even to the gas station haha they love to express themselves through their style and they are so accepting. A lot of Sagittarius moons teach themselves about things they absorb information very quickly and could easily understand how things work
Capricorn moons: they are very hard working and prone to burn out very loyal they might have a tendency to be pessimistic and go through depressive episodes:( they all need hugs haha some of them might be a bit grouchy at times and get frustrated when thereâs lack of effort from the people they love. They really like food that reminds them of home. The cap moons that I know are very good at saving their money. But when they are stressed they over spend. Kids also really like them for some reason haha same with cancer moons
Aquarius moons: these people arenât afraid to be themselves they are they are very much you see is what you get type energy. they are logical and intelligent but they also are very goofy at times they might have a hard time making friends due to fear of letting people in but once they let you in they are amazing friends and people to be around. They also could have a hard time with being emotional around others can be stoic at times.
Pisces moons: they are so sweet and delusional haha pisces moons love romance and daydream a lot they also could have very vivid dreams. They are kind and caring and also have a savior complex like Virgo moonsđ a lot of Pisces moons I know have this ability to get people to open up to them they can be too trusting. Some of them might say white lies đđ but at the end of the day they just want to be accepted the same way that they accept others
these are just my observations on the moon signs if they arenât accurate to you then thatâs okayđŠˇđŠˇ Thank you for reading đŠˇđŠˇ if you would like a free natal chart reading just comment
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addicted.
featuring: Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader
contains: college!Sukuna, groping on public transport (exhibitionism maybe??), a smidge dubcon, orgasm denial, missionary, mating press, size k*nk, Sukuna is a stalker and super possessive/toxic, unprotected s*x
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note: all characters are aged up to 21+!
MDNI | 18+ content
series: 1. infatuated | 2. obsessed | 3. addicted | 4. toxic | 5. feral
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a/n: thank you so much for all the love this series has gotten!! kinda feel like this maybe isn't the end?? idk i feel like sukuna's got more tricks up his sleeve so lmk if you'd like to see more~
Itâs been a few days since you had that wet dream about Ryomen Sukuna and you still canât get it out of your head.
Weird enough that it had come completely out of the blue â itâs not like youâd really thought about him since you slept together â but it was so vivid. The feel of his tongue on your throbbing clit, broad and deft as he made you cum on his tongue.
You shudder, growing wetter even as you remember it.
Youâd seen him around campus a few times but despite his usual intense look, he hadnât acted any different to before. You didnât mind â despite being a great night, you knew Sukuna was a fuckboy through and through. You have no interest in spending more time than necessary with a guy who couldnât give a shit about you.
So, youâd ignored him back.
Except for that wet dream.
You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the memory, wrapping your arms around yourself. Youâre at the train station, waiting with a thick crowd of commuters as you wait on your train home. You usually leave class a bit later than everyone else, staying behind to study, specifically so you could avoid the crush of people at rush hour. But today, your textbooks were getting delivered and the timeslot was less than convenient, forcing you to rush home with everyone else.
You try to make yourself small as the train arrives and youâre swept up with the crowd.
Everyone files on quietly, squishing themselves into the cramped space. You mumble a few apologies as you press into the commuters around you, finding a corner that you can face, hugging your bag to your chest. The train shudders as it starts up but youâre so crushed into the corner, you donât even sway at it moves. You sigh heavily. Itâs going to be a long journey home.
You start to zone out, wishing youâd thought to bring your earphones so you could at least listen to some music. When you feel a hand on your hip, you donât even register it, assuming itâs someone in the crowd squeezing past. Itâs only when you feel hot breath on the top of your head and the hand slides lower, touching your bare thigh, that you jolt.
You try to turn around but youâre pressed into the corner, not able to move. You heart hammers in your chest, your breath catching. Some random pervert is feeling you up!
What do I do?! You think to yourself, panicked.
And then you hear him.
âRelax, baby.â Sukunaâs voice is low so only you can hear, his mouth against the shell of your ear.
You freeze.
âSâŚSukuna?!â you squeak.
âShh,â he hushes you, his thumb tracing circles on your thigh. âKeep quiet for me, angel.â
You risk a quick glance behind you, but Sukunaâs large frame covers you completely, blocking you from view. You twist your neck to look up and see him grinning down at you.
âHey,â he says.
âHi,â you say back, blinking. âWhat are you-?â
Before you can even ask, heâs answered you. Sukunaâs hand moves up your thigh and under your skirt, cupping your panty-clad pussy. You gasp and Sukuna tuts in your ear.
âBe quiet, remember?â he says firmly.
You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry, but give a small nod. Despite the absurdity of the situation, a weird thrill runs up your spine at how brazen he is. Youâre in public. Anyone could see. The train rocks on the tracks and Sukuna takes the opportunity to slip his fingers under your panties.
You bite back a gasp.
âGood girl,â Sukuna purrs.
He starts to stroke small circles around your clit, already slippery with your arousal. Your body responds to him on instinct and you spread your thighs slightly, allowing him more access.
The train stutters to a halt. You remain rooted to the spot, unmoving, as people file off and on the train. Thankfully, it remains full to the brim, so no one notices Sukuna groping you in the corner. You only breathe when the train starts moving again.
âTell me something,â Sukuna says lowly. âWho were you speaking to earlier?â
Your mind is foggy with lust, too focussed on his fingers playing with your pussy in public. You blink several times, trying to understand his question.
âUmâŚâ You falter as he applies more pressure, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. âW-who?â
Sukuna growls in your ear and he pulls his fingers away. You fight the urge to whine, your clit still needy.
âDonât play dumb.â His voice is quiet enough for only you to hear but has a dangerous undercurrent. âThat white-haired jackass.â
You furrow your brow, confused. You had bumped into one of your classmates earlier outside your work and had ended up chatting to him for maybe ten minutes. But how did Sukuna know about that? And why was he angry?
Youâre jolted from your thoughts as Sukuna lightly slaps your pussy.
âWell?â
���T-that was just a c-classmate,â you stammer out.
âYou seemed awfully cosy with him.â
âHow would you know?â you shoot back, a nugget of defiance forming in your chest. âAnd why do you even care?â
âI care,â Sukuna whispers in your ear and it sounds more like a threat than reassurance. âI care a lot.â
Your breath catches in your chest as Sukunaâs fingers return to your puffy clit, stroking it again. You nearly groan but bite your lip to contain it.
âDoes he get to do this to you?â Sukuna asks. âDoes anyone but me get to touch you like this?â
âN-no. Of course not.â Youâre trying to keep the waver out of your voice but the way heâs rubbing your sensitive bud is making your knees weak.
His deft fingers quickly bring you to the brink. You press your back against his hard stomach and chest, stifling your moans as Sukuna dips a finger between your folds to gather more of your slick. You tilt your head back, resting it against his chest as your breathing turns ragged. Youâre nearly there. Youâre so close.
And then Sukuna pulls his hand away, withdrawing out from under your skirt completely.
âWhatâŚâ you puff out, frustration and surprise colouring your cheeks.
Before you can twist your head to ask him what he thinks heâs doing, Sukuna intertwines his fingers with yours. As the train stutters to the next stop, he pushes through the crowd like a battering ram, pulling you by your hand behind him.
âWhere are we going?â you protest. âI donât live at this stop.â
âI do.â
Sukuna drags you out of the station but once youâre free of the rush hour crowds, he slows his pace, letting you walk in step beside him. You notice he doesnât drop your hand.
You open your mouth several times to ask what heâs doing but the answer is obvious. He wants to fuck. Why, is the bigger question. Why when he could have any girl he wants, at least for a night. So that's what you ask him.
âWhy me?â
Sukuna brings you to his front door, an eyebrow cocked as he pulls his keys free.
âWhat kind of a question is that?â He rolls his eyes.
âWhy do you want me?â you insist.
Sukuna sighs, slotting in his keys and opening the front door. He drags you in, slamming the door closed before pushing you against it.
âBecause youâre mine,â he states plainly.
Mine.
The word echoes in your mind as Sukuna dips his head to kiss you roughly. His lips part yours, his tongue demanding entrance. You open yourself to him as he grabs you loosely by the throat.
âYouâve been making me wait,â Sukuna groans into your mouth. âYouâve been testing my patience.â
Before you can question him, he scoops his large hands under your ass and picks you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around him.
âYouâre not working tomorrow,â he says, almost a question but not quite.
âHow do you know that?â
âYes or no?â he ignores you, carrying you through the hall and into his bedroom.
âN-no.â
âGood. Weâre not leaving this house for two days.â
Sukuna doesnât ask you. He tells you.
He throws you on the bed before lying on top of you, pressing his mouth against yours to swallow any protests. His hand tangles in your hair at the back of your head, cradling your skull against his palm. His lips are soft even as his kisses are rough, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. Between his prolonged teasing on the train and his annoyingly good kisses, you feel your thighs growing slick with how turned on you are.
You snake a hand to the back of his neck, fingers gliding through his soft, pink hair. Sukuna grinds his crotch against yours, the friction making your clit throb. You whine with need.
âLet me cum,â you beg. âYou got me so close before.â
âSay it again.â
âLet me cum, Sukuna.â
âAgain.â
âPlease! Please let me cum, Sukuna.â
He pulls back to grin at you.
âThatâs all you had to say, angel.â
Sukuna reaches down to undo his jeans, pulling his cock free. You know heâs big, the memory of working it inside you still imprinted on your mind, but seeing it in person again makes your eyes widen.
âYou were too tight last time, baby,â Sukuna coos, stroking himself. âNeed to loosen you up first.â
Sukuna moves his hand from his cock to your clit, resuming his previous tight circles. Your back arches and your nails sink into the hard muscles of his shoulders. Sukuna uses his other hand to tug your shirt up, exposing your breasts. Still playing with your pussy, he latches his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling at it.
âAh!â you whimper, the combined sensations overcoming you.
Sukuna feels you wriggling beneath him and pins you down at your hip, forcing you to stay in position. Your breathing gets short as you squeeze your eyes shut, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train.
You cry out Sukunaâs name as he makes you cum on his fingers, finally fulfilling the promise his touch made on the train. Sukuna talks you through it, his cock responding to the sweet noises you make because of him. With a satisfied smile, he pulls his hand back.
You collapse back onto the bed, dazed, as the head of Sukunaâs hard cock nudges at your entrance.
âKeep your legs spread for me, baby,â he commands. âThereâs a good girl.â
Still coming down from the high of your orgasm, youâre pliant and obedient. You push your thighs apart, resting them on the cut of Sukunaâs hip muscles as he leans forward over you. Sukunaâs fat mushroom tip meets your hole and then slowly, so slowly, he pushes it inside you.
Your breath hitches, your brows scrunching up in the middle. You look down to see him splitting you in half, his cock stretching you so deliciously.
âAh-!â you gasp. âFuck, itâs so bigâŚâ
Sukuna doesnât stop himself from grinning. Heâs never been on top before, never thought anyone could take him like this. But he knows you can. And heâs willing to be patient for it.
Your pussy is slick and relaxed from your orgasm, stretching to accommodate Sukuna as he sinks himself another few inches inside you. Heâs only halfway but the feel of your walls pulsing around him is setting his skin on fire. He grits his teeth and pulls back slightly, fucking you with a few shallow pumps to spread your juices along his cock.
You feel heavenly. He could cum just like this but he knows you can do more. He can wait.
Sukuna pulls your legs up, hooking your ankles over his shoulders so he can go deeper. He presses himself further, your welcoming pussy swallowing another few inches, your lips wrapping around him so tight.
You fist the bedsheets next to you, his cock rubbing against every nerve along your walls.
âS-Sukuna!â you cry out.
âYou can take it, baby,â he soothes you, holding himself agonisingly still to let you get used to him. âYou did before.â
You know heâs right â in fact, you made a point of taking his entire cock last time, just to spite him. And you donât want him to stop, not really. Youâve never been with anyone whoâs reached so deep inside you before. It feels strangely intimate, this secret thing that you only share with Sukuna.
Sukuna waits until you stop squirming before moving again. Heâs so close, only an inch or two left. He thrusts in and out a few more times, drawing another whimper from your lips, before sinking in fully.
The front of his thighs meet the back of your ass, pressed together as he leans some of his weight down on you. Your lips fall open, a million curses waiting at the back of your throat, but all you can think is â you feel so full.
âYour pussy was made for me,â Sukuna groans, teeth gritted.
Thatâs exactly how you feel. He fits so snugly inside you, so tight and stretched, the thick ridges of his cock dragging so perfectly along your plush walls. Sukuna starts to thrust, keeping himself deep, never wanting to leave the warmth of you for long, and every stroke sends you hurtling towards another orgasm.
âFuck, fuck, fuck.â Sukunaâs eyes are glued on where your bodies meet, at where his girth slides in and out of you, coated in your juices.
Heâs addicted to the way you sound, the lewd squelch of your pussy, the desperate moans from your lips. Heâs obsessed with the feel of you around him, swallowing him whole. Heâs infatuated with how you look, folded beneath him as he fucks you, your face contorted in the pleasure heâs giving you. Beautiful. Perfect.
He is never letting you go.
Sukuna picks up his pace, hips rolling. Your bodies are both coated in a thin sheen of sweat, the sounds of slapping flesh filling the room.
âYouâre mine,â Sukuna growls. âSay it back to me.â
Youâre delirious, drunk off the feel of his cock pistoning in and out of you. When you look up at him, your eyes are half-lidded and glazed.
âIâm yours,â you breathe.
âYou going to ignore me again?â
Sukuna punctuated each syllable with another brutal snap of his hips. You cry out, so close to cumming even as your pussy aches.
âNo!â you sob. âNever.â
âWhyâs that?â
âIâm yours, Sukuna. I belong to you!â
âGood fucking girl.â
Sukuna leans down further to kiss you roughly, his tongue lapping at yours without breaking pace. His cock rubs against just the right spot and you dive headfirst into another orgasm.
Sukuna feels you cream on his cock, your pussy like a vice grip around him. Itâs enough to bring him to his own finish. He tips his head back, a flurry of curses falling from his lips as you feel him spill thick ropes of cum inside you.
Your thighs fall to either side of him as Sukuna half-collapses on top of you, chest heaving. You hold him to you, pressing soft kisses against his neck.
âSukunaâŚâ you say quietly, unsure.
He rolls over to the side of you, pulling you with him so youâre lying tucked into the side of him, your cheek pressed against his chest.
âI meant it,â Sukuna says, seeming to understand you even without you asking. âYouâre mine.â
He looks down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
âAnd Iâm yours. Always.â
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Astro Observations Pt.. ????
No, I cant keep up with the number. Lol. Lets go!
7th house placements def need to pick a side. They also need to put their foot down. Never let people who disrespect you back in. And if you're going to cut off one person for doing it, you gotta do it with everyone else. Just cause they relationship is long term doesn't mean much.
10th house placements need to focus on the things they truly love vs always digging into what they need to do for their career. Worry less about your ambitions from time to time and enjoy the flow. I know ti sucks but, you gotta relax a little.
Sun/Pluto placements can have a lot of rebirth experiences, but one thing that is important is their for growth. Which always seems to come through transformation, but not all the time. It comes through people, and the expression of being around people who love you. Thats what transform them the most. They need the world to truly see them for who they are, other wise they will only show one side of them, and that will ultimately be the version they transform into but it will only kill them from the inside and not benefit them.
Venus/Neptune placements have an inkling for romanticism, fantasy and philosophy in their relationships. They need something that makes them breathe words of enlightenment, purity and emotion. They have the tendency to make things seem more than what they are, rose colored glasses are no match for them at times. A little insight on them is that their emotions can go a little array when they aren't surrounded by the right people. They tend to suck in energy like a sponge, this is neptune energy. But with them you can notice a small difference between them and their lovers, like is it making them glow or is it draining? Thats what they need to ask themselves at times.
Jupiter in the 11th house can proudly be the most optimistic friend in the group. They could become the leader of an organization. They could be the one people come to for advice on certain matters or they could easily be someone people go to when they want to learn more about something. Very charismatic and sharp. Stern but sweet. A little rough around the edges but they get things done!
5th house Suns have a universe of emotions that express themselves in all types of ways. They'll have kids that are just as sweet & charismatic as them. They are a NATURAL at making people laugh! They normally have gorgeous spirits and people do enjoy their company.
Gemini placements have an alluring nature to them due to their minds. Their mysticism is through the art of words and are very tricky individuals. They have come here to master the mind and find ways to fully express their intellect in hopes to connect with as many as possible. They are a one of one when it comes to this area of life.
Moon in the 1st are seen as thoughtful, loving sweet creatures who everyone seems to be super fond of. They hide a lot of their emotions but sometimes we can tell when they're not okay.
Theres just something about them that brightens a persons day. They try to make a good example to others by the why they embrace their feelings and this usually inspires others to do the same.
Sun square neptune - Might be in the wrong crowd from time to time. Has to stay sober most of the time, getting into drugs and alcohol can be addictive and might not be worth it at times. Genuinely misunderstood. Might need a doctor to figure out why they act the way that they do (all jokes).
Very spiritual, this is contained tho. They dont really open up to people about religion or anything connected to spirituality/God. Its their own thing, and its very special/private to them.
Moon/Uranus placements - Needs a doctor. Okay im joking lol. Anyways their lucky to have this one because their minds are very capable of entering into mass amounts of information that is truly locked away from the rest of the world. Like their neptune friends, they have a connection to divine sources that strikes down to them from time to time almost like a brain blast. Could be a oracle, psychic, someone who just knows whats going to happen in the next years to come etc. Could be really creative too.
4th house placements can be friends you can depend on all of the time. They have a warm, soothing personality and their the type of friends you grow up into adulthood with.
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coming back to you
pairings: ex!rafe x ex!reader
warnings: angst, fluff, jealousy
summary: rafe and y/n broke up and after 6 months, reader sees him at a partyâexcept rafe isnât alone.
words: 2.9k
The sunset over the Outer Banks was a spectacular sightâan explosion of orange and pink hues blending into the purple twilight. But tonight, as you watched the waves crash against the shore, the colors seemed muted, like they were missing something. Much like your life over the past six months.
Six months. It felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment since Rafe had broken up with you. Even now, the memory of that day still stung, etched into your heart like a scar that refused to heal.
"I just need to work on myself, Y/n," he had said, his voice thick with emotion. "My temper, my⌠everything. You deserve better than what I can give you right now."
You had stood there, tears blurring your vision as you tried to understand what was happening. Rafe was your world, the one constant in the chaos of your life, and suddenly, he was telling you that you needed to be apart. That you, his Y/n, deserved better than him. It was a noble reason, and you knew he meant well, but it did nothing to soothe the heartbreak that followed.
Rafe was your first love, the person who made you feel alive and safe in a world that often felt too overwhelming. You had been drawn to him, not just for his good looks or his undeniable charm, but for the way he seemed to understand you in a way no one else did. He could be reckless, yes, and his temper was legendary, but beneath it all, you had seen the softer side of him, the side that cared, that loved fiercely and deeply.
You hadnât expected to be torn away from that side of him. But he had been right, in some ways. Rafe had demons to fightâhis addiction, his anger, his own insecurities. And he needed space to do that. You understood that, but it didnât make the pain of losing him any less real.
For months, youâd been trying to move on, to rebuild your life without him. It was hard. Every corner of the Outer Banks held memories of him. From the beach where you first kissed to the docks where heâd whispered how much he loved you as the sun set. It all haunted you, a constant reminder of what youâd lost.
But tonight was different. Tonight, you were determined to take a step forward, to finally put some distance between you and the past. Thatâs why you agreed to go to the party with Sarah, despite your initial hesitation.
âYou need this, Y/n,â Sarah had insisted earlier that day, her tone firm but gentle. âItâs been too long since youâve done something fun. And I promise, Rafe wonât be there. Heâs⌠been keeping to himself lately.â
You knew Sarah meant well. As Rafeâs sister, she was caught in a tricky positionâbeing loyal to her brother while also being your best friend. But she had always been there for you, through the highs and the lows, and you trusted her.
And so, you found yourself at the Cameron familyâs beach house, the music pounding in your ears and the smell of the ocean mixed with the scent of alcohol filling the air. The party was in full swing, with people dancing, laughing, and losing themselves in the carefree atmosphere.
But as much as you tried to blend in, to lose yourself in the moment, you couldnât shake the feeling that something was off. Maybe it was the fact that you were at a place so closely tied to Rafe, or maybe it was the way your heart clenched every time you thought about him. Either way, you felt a knot of anxiety tightening in your chest.
âHey, are you okay?â Sarahâs voice cut through your thoughts, and you turned to find her watching you with concern. She was holding two drinks, one of which she handed to you. âYou look like youâve seen a ghost.â
You forced a smile, not wanting to worry her. âIâm fine. Just a little overwhelmed, I guess.â
She nodded, her expression softening. âI get it. But try to have some fun, okay? You deserve it.â
Taking a sip of the drink, you nodded again, though you werenât entirely sure you believed your own assurances. You scanned the crowd, trying to distract yourself by observing the people around you. Most were familiar faces, locals youâd grown up with, but one person caught your eye. A girl you didnât recognize, with short, brown hair and a confident smile.
And then you saw him. Rafe.
He was standing by the pool, laughing at something the girl had said, his hand resting casually on her waist. Your heart stopped, and for a moment, you couldnât breathe. It wasnât just seeing him again that hit you like a punch to the gutâit was how different he looked. His once shaggy hair was now buzzed short, and he had put on muscle, his t-shirt clinging to his toned arms and chest. He looked good, better than youâd seen him in a long time.
He looked like he was doing well. Like he was happy.
You wanted to be happy for him, you really did. But all you could feel was the sharp sting of jealousy and hurt. He had moved on. And you were still here, stuck in the same place, unable to let go of the past.
âWhoâs that?â you found yourself asking, your voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah followed your gaze and winced slightly when she saw whatâor rather, whoâyou were looking at. âThatâs Sofia,â she said carefully. âSheâs new around here. I think sheâs just visiting for the summer.â
âOh.â You swallowed hard, trying to process the information. Rafe was with someone else. Of course he was. You had no right to feel this way, but you couldnât help it.
âHe seems⌠different,â you murmured, not sure if you were talking to Sarah or just voicing your thoughts out loud.
Sarah sighed, her expression troubled. âHeâs been trying, Y/n. He really has. But itâs been hard for him, too, you know? Breaking up with youâit wasnât easy for him.â
âI know,â you whispered, your eyes still fixed on Rafe. âI just⌠I didnât expect this. I thought that if he got better, maybeâŚâ
âMaybe heâd come back to you?â Sarah finished gently.
You nodded, feeling the tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You blinked them away, not wanting to cry here, not now.
âY/n, I thinkââ Sarah started, but before she could finish, someone bumped into you from behind, causing you to spill your drink. You turned, muttering a quick apology, but when you looked back towards the pool, Rafe and Sofia were gone.
The rest of the party passed in a blur. You tried to have fun, to talk and laugh with Sarah and the others, but your heart wasnât in it. All you could think about was Rafe. You caught glimpses of him throughout the night, but he was always with Sofia, and it hurt too much to keep watching.
Finally, you couldnât take it anymore. You needed air. You needed to get away.
âIâm gonna go for a walk,â you told Sarah, who looked at you with concern but didnât try to stop you.
âDo you want me to come with you?â she offered, but you shook your head.
âNo, itâs okay. I just need a minute.â
She nodded, squeezing your hand before letting you go. You made your way down to the beach, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the heat of the party. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was soothing, and you found a spot on the sand, sitting down and hugging your knees to your chest.
You let the tears fall then, the ones youâd been holding back all night. It wasnât fair. You had waited, hoping that Rafe would come back to you when he was ready. You had believed in him, in his ability to change. And now, seeing him with someone else, it felt like all your hope had been shattered.
The worst part was, you couldnât even be angry at him. You knew why he had broken up with you, and you knew it was the right thing for him to do. But that didnât make it any less painful.
You stayed there for a while, letting the tears flow until there were no more left. When you finally looked up, the party was still in full swing, but you didnât feel like going back. You just wanted to go home, to curl up in bed and pretend that tonight had never happened.
But as you stood up to leave, you saw a figure walking towards you along the shoreline. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized who it was.
Rafe.
He stopped a few feet away from you, his hands shoved into his pockets as he looked at you with those piercing blue eyes that had always made you weak in the knees.
âY/n,â he said softly, his voice carrying over the sound of the waves.
You swallowed hard, trying to compose yourself. âRafe. What are you doing here?â
âI saw you leave,â he said, his gaze never leaving yours. âI wanted to make sure you were okay.â
You didnât know how to respond to that. Part of you wanted to scream at him, to tell him how much he had hurt you, but another part of you just wanted to fall into his arms and forget everything else.
âIâm fine,â you said instead, though your voice wavered. âYou should go back to the party. Sofiaâs probably wondering where you are.â
âSofiaâs not important,â he said quickly, and the intensity in his voice made you look up at him in surprise. âSheâs just someone Iâve been hanging out with, nothing more,â Rafe continued, his voice edged with urgency. âIâm not with her like that, Y/n. Iâm not with anyone. I couldnât be.â
Your heart pounded in your chest as his words sunk in, but you couldnât let yourself believe them just yet. âRafe, itâs been six months,â you said, your voice cracking. âYouâve had time to move on. And thatâs okay. I donât expect you toââ
âI havenât moved on,â he interrupted, taking a step closer to you. âI havenât moved on from you. God, Y/n, Iâve tried. Iâve tried to get over you, to pretend that Iâm okay without you, but Iâm not. Iâm really not.â
You stared at him, unable to speak. His words were like a lifeline, something you had desperately needed to hear, but it only made things more confusing.
âThen why did you leave?â you finally whispered, the question that had haunted you for months slipping out. âWhy did you break up with me if you still⌠if you still care?â
Rafe looked down, his jaw clenched tightly, as if he were fighting some internal battle. âI was scared,â he admitted after a long moment. âScared that I was going to drag you down with me. I was a mess, baby. My temper, my addiction⌠I didnât want you to have to deal with that. You deserved better. I needed to get better, for both our sakes.â
Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, but there was still a part of you that couldnât let go of the pain he had caused. âAnd now?â you asked, your voice trembling. âAre you better now, Rafe?â
He looked up at you then, and the raw emotion in his eyes nearly broke you. âIâm trying,â he said softly. âIâve been going to therapy, working out, trying to stay clean. Iâm not perfect, and Iâve still got a long way to go, but Iâm trying. And the whole time⌠all I could think about was you.â
The words hung in the air between you, thick with unspoken feelings. You wanted to believe him, wanted to run into his arms and let him hold you like he used to. But you were afraidâafraid of getting hurt again, afraid that he might leave you once more.
âI donât know if I can do this again,â you whispered, your eyes filling with tears. âRafe, you broke my heart. I thought you didnât want me anymore, that I wasnât enough.â
Rafeâs expression crumpled with guilt and regret, and he closed the distance between you, reaching out to gently cup your face in his hands. His touch was warm, familiar, and it sent a shiver down your spine.
âY/n, you are everything to me,â he said, his voice thick with emotion. âI never stopped wanting you. I didnât want to hurt you anymore. But I see now that I did anyway, and I hate myself for it. Iâm so sorry, baby. Iâm so fucking sorry.â
The sincerity in his voice, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world that mattered. It broke down the walls you had built around your heart. The tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, and you let out a shaky breath.
âRafeâŚâ you began, but the words caught in your throat. You didnât know what to say. All the pain, the longing, the love you still felt for himâit was all too much.
Before you could stop yourself, you closed the remaining distance between you and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. For a moment, Rafe seemed stunned, but then his arms were around you, holding you tightly against him as if he were afraid you might disappear.
He smelled like salt and the faint scent of his cologne, the combination so achingly familiar that it made your heart ache. You felt his chin rest gently on top of your head, his breath warm against your hair as he held you close.
âI missed you so much,â you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest. âI didnât want to, but I did. I missed you every single day.â
âI missed you too,â he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. âMore than youâll ever know.â
For a while, neither of you moved, content to just hold each other, to feel the connection that had never really been broken despite everything that had happened. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was the only thing that broke the silence, a calming rhythm that matched the beat of your hearts.
But eventually, reality crept back in, and you pulled away slightly, looking up at Rafe. His face was so close to yours, his blue eyes searching your own with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.
âRafe,â you began, your voice unsteady, âI donât know if we can just⌠go back to how things were. So much has happened.â
âI know,â he said quietly, his hands still resting on your waist. âI know we canât just pick up where we left off. But Iâm willing to do whatever it takes to earn your trust again, Y/n. I want to be with you. Iâve never stopped wanting that.â
You searched his eyes, looking for any sign that he might be saying this out of guilt or obligation, but all you saw was the truth. He meant it. He still loved you, despite everything.
âI still love you too,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. âI never stopped.â
Rafeâs eyes softened, and for a moment, you saw the boy you had fallen in love with all this time agoâthe boy who had made you laugh, who had held you when you cried, who had loved you with everything he had.
âIâm so sorry I hurt you,â he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. âIâll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if youâll let me.â
You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his breath on your skin, the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. And in that moment, you knew that despite everything, you still wanted him. You still wanted to be with him, to try again.
But there was still a part of you that was scared, that didnât want to go through the pain again.
âIâm scared, Rafe,â you admitted, your voice shaking. âIâm scared that things will go back to how they were.â
He pulled back slightly to look at you, his expression serious. âI wonât hurt you again, Y/n,â he promised, his voice firm. âIâve been working so hard to change, to be the person you deserve. I wonât let you down this time. I swear.â
You wanted to believe him. You wanted to trust him, to let yourself be vulnerable with him again. But trust was something that had to be earned, and you knew it wouldnât be easy.
âI need time,â you said softly, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. âI need time to trust you again.â
Rafe nodded, his expression understanding. âIâll give you all the time you need,â he said. âIâm not going anywhere.â
You let out a shaky breath, relief flooding through you. âOkay,â you whispered. âOkay.â
And for the first time in six months, you felt a glimmer of hope. You didnât know what the future held, but you were willing to take a chance on Rafe, on the love that still burned between you. It wouldnât be easy, but nothing worth having ever was.
As you stood there on the beach, wrapped in Rafeâs arms, you knew that this was a new beginning. A chance to rebuild what had been broken, to find your way back to each other. And this time, you would do it together.
a/n: i hate this so much! maybe bcs its too long and doesnât have smut but ill try next time. pls give me requests!!
#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron obx#rafe cameron one shot#rafe cameron x y/n#outer banks#outer banks imagine#rafe cameron imagine#drew starkey#drew starkey imagine#drew starkey one shot#angst#fluff#rafe cameron fanfiction#happy ending#drew starkey x reader
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Hopeless Romantic! KĂśnig <3
Summary: Hopeless Romantic KĂśnig who meets you at a park and finds love at first sight to be true. You two enjoy a cute date until he takes you home and gives you one last treat ;)
Words: 2342
Warnings: 18+, overstim, KĂśnig eats F!Reader out, fingering, fluff to smut, praise, cute romance, squirting, certified munch KĂśnig !!
He feels like an idiot standing there in the scenic park, awkwardly holding a bouquet of fresh pink roses. Heâd picked them out specially for her, and took the time to sprinkle glitter onto the beautiful petals, but it was all for nothing. All his effort went to waste as the poor guy got stood up.
Wallowing in his own shame, he barely noticed someone yelling in the distance until it got closer. He finally snapped out of his trance to see a dog running straight at him. He bent down and stopped the panting golden retriever, caught off guard but smiling and petting it.
âRover! Oh thank goshâŚâ He thought it might be the angels themselves speaking when he heard that voice, but he looked up to see nothing but a beautiful woman with a relieved expression. Looking at her closely, he figured perhaps he was looking at an angel.
âThank you for stopping him, he just runs straight off whenever I let him off leash.â You apologized breathlessly.
KĂśnig smiled, and found himself forgetting the failed date entirely as he got lost in your eyes. âItâs not a problem, heâs quite adorable.â He responded, and he noticed your eyes widen the tiniest bit at his unfamiliar accent.
âCâmere Rovey,â You cooed, and KĂśnigâs heart pounded in his chest. The dog trotted straight into your arms and sat still while you hooked the leash back onto his collar. Gosh, what KĂśnig would give for your sweet voice to be directed onto him like that.Â
KĂśnig stood up and you followed suit after making sure your poochâs collar was secure, and he didnât miss the way your jaw dropped when you noticed his towering height. Seriously, what are they feeding this man??
You blushed and suddenly felt shy in the presence of this not only polite but incredibly tall man. He was handsome too, with alluring blue eyes that stared at you with such intensity you had to look away.Â
Only then did you notice the fallen bouquet.
âOh! Is this yours? Iâm so sorry, did Rover knock it out of your hands-â you apologized profusely and picked the shimmering bouquet up, handing it back to him. He didnât give a flying fuck about the fact it fell on the ground tho, he didnât even notice since heâd been so focused on staring at you.
He shook his head and didnât bother taking it out of your hands. âNo no, no worries. I uhmâŚI donât even need it anymore anyways, my date didnât show up.â He admited with a sigh.
He regretted telling you the moment your expression turned upset. âThatâs horrible, Iâm sorry.â You muttered sadly, and he felt the desperate need to make you smile again.  âWell this is beautifully made, too bad I couldnât have been your date.â You joked, trying to lighten the mood but being completely honest.
He stared down at you and blushed as well, âYou donât mean that.â He denied.
âbut I do! I would give anything for someone to put this much effort into something just for me.â You admitted, smiling up at him and giggling until you noticed his expression seemed serious.
âAnyone who hasnât already is a mad man.â He said with a genuine smile, and took the bouquet out of your hands only to offer it back to you. âLittleâRover, was it?âseems to want to explore the park. So, why donât we all go for a stroll Ja? Rover, me, andâŚ..â He trailed off, so you told him your name.
âAnd you are?â
âKĂśnig.â He announced, his addicting accent shining through when he said it.
âWell KĂśnigâŚ..I donât see why not.â You accepted his offer and the flowers with a gentle smile that he found himself wanting to see for the rest of his life.
His awful day just got a whole lot better.Â
You both spent the day walking around the lovely park, with you having to take twice as many steps just to catch up, which only proved to make him cackle. You admired the ponds and threw sticks for Rover, trusting that KĂśnig and his long legs could catch up to the hound if he ran too far. He told you about how Austrians typically love to walk everywhere, and you followed up with about a hundred questions about his home country. You even got ice cream, which gave KĂśnig all types of thoughts when he watched you wipe off the dripping white cream from your lips. He assumed you didnât notice his stare and flushed cheeks, but you definitely did. Not so much of a gentleman now, hm?
Finally, when it was dark and the park became quiet you both decided to head home. When exchanging numbers you mentioned how you had to walk back to your house since you walked here with your pup earlier in the day for exercise, and KÜnig was not having any of that.
âNein, itâs much too dangerous at night.â he shook his head, leaving no room for argument. âI will give you and your golden a ride home, itâs not a problem.âÂ
âReally KĂśnig, itâs okay. I donât want Rovers hair getting all over your seats.â You whined.
âAnd I donât want you getting kidnapped off the side of the street Maus, which sounds worse to you?â He asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.
You tried to argue but came up with nothing and sighed in defeat. âFine, Iâll let you be annoyingly niceâŚ.â You pouted, and he laughed while opening the door for Rover to jump in the backâprobably a sign you need a more protective dog if he didnât even hesitate going in somewhere unfamiliarâand the passenger door for you.Â
You gave him directions like his own little passenger princess, looking tiny in the truck that mustâve been specially made to fit someone as giant as him. You dreaded the moment when he pulled into your driveway meaning you two had to part. Youâd only met him a few hours ago, yet it felt like youâve known him for years.
âHave a good night, liebling.â He got out to help you let Rover out and walk you to your door, but before he could turn around to head back to his truck you stopped him. âActually, would you like to come in?â You offered, setting down the flowers on your counter and smiling suggestively.
He turned beet red like he did at the ice cream stand, but nodded quickly. You giggled and grabbed his hand to drag him inside, pressing your lips together as soon as the front door was closed and Rover was sleeping further away in the middle of the kitchen floor. (Donât get nasty infront of your pets guys!! They can get scarred for life too ok đŁ)
âJump.â He ordered, and you did as he said and leaped into the air. He caught you with ease, hands grabbing onto the back of your thighs and squeezing the soft flesh.Â
He stumbled around for a moment, overly  caught up in your make out session but eventually finding your bedroom. He dropped you flat on your back on the bed, kissing at your neck and seeing which spots got the biggest reactions out of you to start sucking hickeys into.
You moaned and writhed, begging him to do something, and like the gentleman he is, he decided to help you out and tugged down your bottoms, rubbing circles onto your clit through your panties.Â
He grabbed your ankles and tugged you to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide for him to fit his broad shoulders between. He bit and sucked deep purple marks into your sensitive thighs, watching them writhe in his grasp.Â
âKĂśnig- fuck, please!â You begged, tho you werenât even completely sure what you were begging for.
âWhat is it Maus? Tell me what you need.â He asked while pressing kisses up your thigh, leaving love-bites dangerously close to where you needed his mouth most.
âWantâŚ..want your mouth on me. Or your fingers or- ngh! Anything please KĂśnig- please!â You cried out, already begging pathetically for his touch.
With a devilish smirk he finally tugged down your panties. You clenched around nothing at the cold air and the look of admiration in his eyes as he stared down your cunt.Â
âSuch a pretty pussyâŚ.â he mumbled, âall this just for me sweetheart?â He asked, gathering your slick on his fingers.Â
You turned your neck and buried your face in your pillow in embarrassment but he just reached up to grab your chin and turned you to look at him. âEyes on me.âÂ
Finally satisfied with your pretty eyes gazing down at him, KĂśnig delved into your cunt, gripping your thighs and shoving you impossibly closer like he wanted to devour you whole.
Your moans and choked out whines served as fuel for him while he ate you out like a man starved, his big hooked nose bumping into your clit making you shake and arch your back off the soft sheets. Â
He dives his tongue into your entrance to fully taste you, and the satisfied hum he releases vibrates in your core and leaves you a leaking, panting mess as he licks you up like your the last bit of water on the Sahara ground.
 He licks a stripe up your pussy until he gets to your clit and starts sucking on it. Heâs shameless to the sloppy wet sounds heâs making while he rolls the engorged bud on his tongue and prods a thick finger at your hole. You squirm at how big just the one isâabout the size of at least two of yours, maybe moreâbut you welcome it in with a loud moan of his name. You were already dangerously close by the time he had his mouth on you, but the feeling of just one of his thick fingers slamming into you while he starts to tease another in has you crying out to the stars and cumming all over his hand.Â
âThatâs it schatzâŚ.just like that, mein gott you look so gorgeous when youâre cumming, Ich mĂśchte fĂźr immer zwischen deinen Schenkeln bleiben.â He praised you, still pumping his two fingers into your clenching cunt to ride out your high for as long as possible.Â
He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, leaning down to lick up any of your arousal that spilled onto your thighs. When you finally opened your eyes you noticed him staring at you darkly, and the expression made heat pool in your gut.
âW-what?â You asked, half nervous-half turned on. You went to close your legs but he gripped your marked up thighs and laid your legs over his shoulders to have even better access to your soaked cunny.
âOh weâre not even close to done prinzessin.â He announced with a smirk before sinking three fingers straight back into your pussy, fully intent on making you squirt for him.
You gasped and nearly choked on your words, âwha-y hah-â you moaned and twitched in overstimulation until he slowed.Â
âTell me to stop.â It was a question; not an order.
Tears leaked down your flushed cheeks but you gasped out; âkeep goingâ and he smiled, the whole bottom half of his face dripping. He wasted no time diving straight back in, inhaling your scent. âMit VergnĂźgen, mein bedĂźrftiges kleines Häschen.â He mumbled into your clit, not even bothering to speak English anymore as he knew your fucked out brain could barely comprehend anything. Four of his large digits split you open, grinding and prodding farther into you than you could ever reach on your own. Without much time he found that sensitive bundle of nerves, and you didnât fail to let him know when you cried out and scratched at your sheets, chanting his name like a mantra.
âKĂśnig- ah- KĂśnigKĂśnigKĂśnigKĂśnigpleasefuck- pleasepleaseKĂśnig plea- hah . .!..â You moaned, fisting the sheets desperately.
He relentlessly abused that spot, slamming his fingers into you over and over and teasing your folds with the other hand. He messily sucked on your clit, circling it with his tongue like a lollipop, using every part of himself for your pleasure.
âCome on my gorgeous liebling, mein diamant, mein perfekter Schatz, come for me. Squirt all over my fingers.â He begged, voice whiny and muffled into your pussy while he continued his relentless assault on your puffy cunt.Â
âKĂśâŚ.gonna- fuck mâgonna-â You managed to stutter out  the warning between moans.
âGo on hase, let go. Iâve got you, go ahead.â He encouraged, ravishing your sweet cunny until you were squirting all over his face with a choked out scream, whole body trembling. You were stuck between running away from the burning pleasure and shoving yourself closer, but luckily you didnât have to decide as he had you pinned down, groaning into your pussy.
Your vision went blank for a few moments, but you came back when you felt him still lapping lazily at your folds until you were whining and shoving him away. He pouted but stood up to fall onto the bed beside you, pulling your spent body into him and engulfing you like you were a teddy bear.
You giggled and pressed a kiss onto his glistening lips, tasting yourself on them. âNot to sound like a jerk or anything, but Iâm glad you got stood up.â You joked.
âMm, I agree. That was the best, most unplanned date Iâve ever been on.â He bantered back with a cheeky grin.Â
You rolled your eyes, but then smiled sincerely. âYeah, it was. Iâm really glad I met you KĂś.â
His pupils dilated adorably, like a kid seeing a candy store for the first time. âMe too, schatz.â
The two of you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, but not before you muttered,Â
âBy the way, that other girl is missing out. You eat pussy like a champ.âÂ
âYou could call me a certified munch.â He bounced back, and your jaw dropped.
. . . Translations:
๨ৠJa = Yes, Nein = No
⥠Maus = MouseÂ
๨ৠLiebling = Darling
⥠Schatz = Treasure
๨ৠMein gott = My gosh
⥠Ich mĂśchte fĂźr immer zwischen deinen Schenkeln bleiben = I want to stay between your thighs forever (goals đ)
๨ৠPrinzessin = PrincessÂ
⥠Mit Vergnßgen, mein bedßrftiges kleines Häschen = With pleasure, bunny
๨ৠMein diamant = My diamond
⥠Mein perfekter schatz = My perfect treasureÂ
๨ৠHase = BunnyÂ
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Thank you so much for reading !! Itâs 3:00 in the morning rn so I apologize if itâs not very well written :C :C
This is just a sweet little thing to prepare you guys for the FILTHY blurb coming soon đđ get ready!!
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men who get nearly, if not as emotional as you during sex.
okay so think about it, they wouldnât usually label themselves as emotional or sensitive. theyâre supposed to be strong with sometimes a mask of indifference. theyâve only ever shed tears a handful of times in their life. not many things can make them break down so easily. but you know what does?
your warm, slippery cunt.
if there was one drug they would be addicted to, it would be your soft walls that eagerly suck him right back in. the first time it happened, he actually thought he died and came back to life. but no, the hot tears that land in your cheek as your sprawled out beneath him bring him back to reality.
maybe itâs just because itâs the first time, he thinks.
again, no.
it happens every time. itâs almost annoying and maddening. itâs like a switch flips in his brain, his mind, and soul once heâs deep in you, pounding you like he needs to. over time, you caught onto the tears and wrecked expression on his face and god, it somehow gets you even more wet.
âshh, shh. please, please be more quiet.â he whispers pathetically against your lips, his own trembling ones having to kiss your moans down. his tears coat your skin as he works simultaneously at keeping your mouth shut, but also being the reason as to why you need it shut in the first place.
âplease baby, godâŚy-you feel so good.â
his sobs and cries make you pull him closer by either his face, shoulders, or neck, whispering soft and sweet praises into his ear. you think youâre helping, but youâre really not. if anything, youâre making him cry more.
but heâs not the only one shedding tears. youâve always been a crybaby and he used every chance he gets to tease you about it. that consists of him scaring you too much even when he wasnât even trying to in the first place, stubbing your toe into a stubborn corner, watching a scene you know will make you cry, or when he raises his voice at you.
you always cry.
you think itâs karma for him chastising you for not being able to go five seconds without the waterworks when he canât even go one pump without sobbing like a desperate man.
your guysâ tears mix together into a slobby mess and sex with him is never clean. it always ends with rags being used to clean whatever liquid was emitted or squirted during the entirety of it.
however at the same time, sex with him is different. itâs magical, as stupid as it sounds. itâs completely pure and itâs love in its most precious form.
his tears showcase the ever loving amount of affection he has for you.
â âm gonna cumâŚ.â he breathlessly mutters. âcum with me, please baby. i need it.â
he begs like a man in heat.
but like the sweet girl you are, you always give in, always finishing with him.
ââââââââââââââââ
jjk: gojo, nanami, ijichi, choso, ino, getou, higuruma, maybe toji?
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đŹđđŤđ¨đ¤đ đ¨đ đĽđŽđđ¤ | natasha romanoff
pairing â â§âË avenger!natasha romanoff x fem!singlemother!reader
summary â â§âË after a series of misfortunes, a knight in shining armor saves you and exacts retribution for you.
word count â â§âË 4.8k
warning(s) â â§âË tooth-rotting fluff, hurt/comfort(?), pet names (sweetheart, love), cursing, gambling, natasha and reader having a crush on each other, mentions of alcohol, punching, reader getting hurt, bruises, reader having the cutest moments with daughter, mentions of guns, clint being such a w in this fic, implied character death (not natasha or reader), mentions of drugs
authors note â â§âË finally finished this request sent a month ago :â) this isnât the best iâve written, but awjfjaw the amount of soft fluffy moments between reader and daughter is absolutely adorable :3 <3
The dimly lit basement was illuminated by flickering neon lights outside, which created an unsettling colour through the stained glass. Even though it was late, the passing of time didnât seem to matter as hopeless souls gathered to drown themselves in their sorrows. It was almost suffocating, the smell of cigarettes mingled with human perspiration and the tainted air from spilt alcohol.
Natasha surveyed the room, her keen eyes taking in the shabby decor â mismatched furniture, cracked tiles, and worn-out leather chairs. Her eyes then darted to the motley collection of people surrounding a table. Their murmurs blended into the low hum of an old jukebox playing a melancholic tune. Her eyes moved from one weary face to another. Huddled together, an older woman with a permanent scowl etched into her face, a burly figure with a nervous tic in his left eye, and a muscular man â a sleek, smooth-talking gambler known only as Victor.Â
But amongst all of them, her gaze lingered on you, the youngest woman in the group, whose eyes never left the cards in hand.Â
Natasha could sense your frustration, the way you shifted uncomfortably in your seat and the way your hands trembled slightly as you placed your bet, the deep sigh that escaped your lips. It was clear you were in over your head, just like so many others around the table.
Natasha took a slow sip of her cup of water, letting the liquid warmth quench her thirst. She knew that she couldnât afford to get distracted by alcohol, not tonight. Victor, her target for tonight, was slippery, a master at evading the law and anyone who dared to challenge him. Not only did he like gambling and taking money away from the poor, but he was rumoured to be involved in something much darker â involving a new drug that was beginning to surface on the streets. It was whispered about in hushed tones, but S.H.I.E.L.D. caught wind of it, of its effects unknown but rumoured to be potent and addictive.
Furthermore, it was obvious to Natasha that Victor was cheating. The man dealing the cards was one of his henchmen, subtly slipping him the cards he needed to win. Natashaâs keen observation skills caught the sleight of hand and the coded signals exchanged between Victor and his accomplice.Â
She had been assigned to a solo mission to capture him. Not only was she doing her job as an Avenger, but she also wanted justice. She wanted to exact revenge for those who couldnât fight for themselves, for those whose lives Victor had ruined.
Her eyes flicked back to Victor, who was grinning as he raked in another pile of chips. His smooth demeanour masked the predator within, but Natasha could see the calculating glint in his eyes. Sheâd spent days tracking him, gathering evidence, and now she was finally confident and close enough to take him down.
But first, she had a pull in her gut to ensure you got out of this mess. A feeling to help the weak, perhaps. Natasha couldnât shake the feeling that you were here not by choice but by necessity. Perhaps you had debts to pay or were trying to find a way out of a bad situation. Either way, she couldnât just stand by and watch you fall deeper into an abyss.
She pushed off from the bar and made her way towards the table.Â
âMind if I join?â Natasha asked in a firm but calm voice. She pulled out a chair beside you and sat down without waiting for an answer. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a thick wad of cash, placing it on the table.
 Victorâs smile widened for a brief moment before he regained his composure. âOf course,â he said smoothly. âThe more, the merrier.â
Natasha glanced around the table. âI donât have the money in chips,â she said, âbut I think this should cover it.â
The dealer nodded, exchanging her cash for a stack of chips. Natasha arranged them in front of her, drawing the attention of everyone around. You shifted again in your seat, trying to focus on your cards, but the sight of Natasha only made you lose more focus. Her beauty was captivating, with her striking features framed by waves of red hair that fell elegantly around her shoulders. Her green eyes, sharp and piercing, reminded you of the vivid colour of an emerald gemstone. You could get lost in them.
It was hard not to be mesmerised by her, especially when she kept turning her gaze towards you, her expression softening with a hint of encouragement as she offered a reassuring nod. The action made your stomach flutter, and you could almost feel your heart beat faster. Her beauty was a distraction, and you felt a pang of frustration as you realised you were going to get distracted by someone as beautiful as Aphrodite.
Fuck, how were you going to win and pay off your debts if you were this weak to attraction?
Natasha seemed to sense your struggle. She leaned in slightly, whispering. âFocus, love.â
The nickname sent a shiver up your spine, and you let out a shaky exhale as you gripped your cards tighter. Natasha knew she was beautiful, there was no denying that, but she didnât realise that itâd have such a huge effect on you. She rubbed her teeth against her lower lip, a light blush colouring her cheeks.
Victorâs eyes flicked between you, his interest piqued by Natashaâs involvement. He could see your distraction, and it amused him. To him, you were just another easy prey. He leaned back, confident that the game was in his favour.
And he was right. Despite Natashaâs encouragement, your bad luck continued. As the last of your chips disappeared, you slumped back in your chair, defeated. Natasha frowned, reaching over and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
 âIâm sorry,â she whispered.
You shook your head, giving Natasha a feigned smile. âItâs fine.â
Victor leaned back smugly, watching the exchange in front of him. âTough luck,â he said, his tone dripping with false sympathy. He shrugged his shoulders, smirking. âMaybe next time.â
Natashaâs eyes locked onto Victorâs, narrowing her eyes. âDonât count on it,â she replied.Â
She stood up, helping you to your feet. As you left the table, a permanent frown etched on your face as a series of thoughts swirled in your mind. You couldnât shake off the bitterness of your defeat, the image of all the money youâd earned slipping away like leaves in the wind. You replayed the game, doubt gnawing on you as you questioned every decision you made at the table.Â
As Natasha and you stepped outside, the flickering neon lights from the street lamps cast an even brighter eerie hue over the street.Â
Natasha looked at you, an expression of concern on her face. She didnât know why she made a split-second decision to help you instead of taking down her Victor. She had her chance. She was right there. She couldâve waited at the bar longer until heâd gotten his fill of money for tonight, before capturing him quietly in the alleyway. But when she saw you â dishevelled, your hair a mess, and your knee jumping nervously â desperation radiating from your every movement, she knew she couldnât just focus on her primary goal. You needed a lifeline, and she couldnât deny that. Natasha knew that helping you was the right choice, even if it meant delaying her mission. She had to believe that some things were more important than revenge.
Sheâll get him the next time.
âYou okay?â she asked softly.Â
You nodded, but your eyes looked so void of life.Â
With a sigh of sympathy, Natasha added. âListen, I know Iâm just a stranger, but-â
You glanced at her and interrupted her, sounding sceptical. You spoke, your voice hardly audible above a whisper, âWhy are you doing this? You donât even know me.â
Natashaâs mouth opened and closed as she searched for the right words. She didnât have a simple answer. She had spent so long focused on her mission that this unexpected detour caught her off guard. It wasnât like her to lose sight of her missionâs goal this easily.
After a moment, she finally spoke. âYou looked like you needed help,â she said simply, her tone even, almost indifferent. She didnât want to show the hurricane of emotions inside her.Â
You stared at her, trying to read her expression, but her face easily concealed her feelings. She was frustrated at herself for getting distracted, of course. But the only person she could blame was herself.
Natasha looked away, scanning the street as if assessing the surroundings for any potential threats. âLetâs get you home safe,â she said.
You nodded, still unsure of what to make of her. You knew it was reckless, bringing a stranger into your home, especially with your daughter inside. Or maybe you wanted to spend a few more minutes with Natasha before sheâd just be another stranger on the streets. A combination of confusion and exhaustion clouded your judgment. You were too tired to care, too drained to weigh the potential negative consequences. You just wanted to get through the night before your shift tomorrow.
You led Natasha to your apartment building, a run-down structure that seemed to sag under the weight of its disrepair. The smell of decay and neglect permeated the air. The stairwell echoed with sounds of a couple arguing and a baby crying as the both of you climbed the creaking stairs.
When you reached your floor, you stopped in front of your apartment door with a sigh of relief. Natashaâs gaze wandered to the door across from yours. It was her apartment, but she didnât think it was worth mentioning for now. Instead, she noted the rusty doorknob and peeling paint on your door.
You fumbled for your keys, trembling slightly, and unlocked the door. As it swung open, you were greeted by the sight of your daughter standing just inside, her wide eyes filled with worry and relief.
âMama,â she whispered, rushing forward to wrap her small arms around your waist. You hugged her tightly, the tension in your shoulders easing in her embrace.
âEverything okay, sweetheart?â you asked your daughter, your voice straining to mask the exhaustion in your voice. âYou should be asleep.â
She nodded, her eyes still wide with concern. âHad a nightmare. Couldnât sleep without you.â
Your heart ached at her words. âIâm here now,â you reassured her, stroking her hair gently.
Natasha watched the scene with a softened expression. Despite her tough exterior, the sight of your daughterâs innocent concern and your tender actions tugged at something deep within her. She felt a tingling deep in the pit of her stomach, and an endearing smile appeared on her face. She followed you quietly, clicking the door closed behind her.
âMhm.â Her gaze shifted to Natasha. âWhoâs this, Mama?â she asked curiously, tilting her head to the side.
âThis isâŚâÂ
Shit, you didnât even know her name.Â
Natasha smiled, crouching down to your daughterâs level. âHi there,â she said warmly. âMy nameâs Natasha. Iâm⌠your Mamaâs friend from work. I love your toy lion.â She said, pointing to your daughterâs stuffed toy lion held tightly to her chest.
Your daughter perked up a little. Natasha stood up, her expression shifting back to one of attentiveness as she looked at you.
âAlright, sweetheart,â you said, gently guiding your daughter towards her bedroom. âItâs time for bed. Go get in bed and Iâll tuck you in shortly.â
Your daughter smiled, giving Natasha a wave of her hand before excitedly heading to her room. You watched her go and made sure she went into her bedroom before turning to Natasha.
You finally introduced yourself. âIâm sorry for all this⌠And I completely forgot to introduce myself. My nameâs Y/N. Thanks for accompanying me home tonight.â
Natasha gave a small, understanding smile. âItâs alright. I had to make sure you got home safe.â
âI appreciate it, but you donât have to stay. Weâll be fine.â
Natasha hesitated for a moment, then nodded. âOkay. Iâll leave you be, but if you ever need anything, Iâm just across the hall.â
You looked surprised. âYou live here?â
Natasha gave a slight shrug. âYeah, I just moved in a few days ago. Itâs a small world, I guess.â
You managed a tired smile before taking her hand and squeezing it. She squeezed your hand back. You pressed a gentle, soft kiss to her cheek which, in turn, made her smile. âWell, thank you, again, Natasha, and goodnight. I hope we cross paths again.â
Natashaâs cheeks flushed as she nodded, quickly making her way to the door. âGoodnight,â she said softly, giving you one last reassuring look before stepping out into the dimly lit hallway.
As the door closed behind her, you felt a strange mix of relief and gratitude. You turned back to your daughterâs room, the faint sound of her getting ready for bed pulling you back to the present. For now, you could move on from your streak of bad luck tonight, and you could focus on what mattered most â taking care of your little girl.
Natasha made her way back to her apartment, leaning against the door as she let out a slight squeal of happiness. She touched her cheek, feeling the lingering warmth on her skin where you had kissed her. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, an unexpected rush of emotion making her feel like a schoolgirl experiencing her first crush. She felt a sense of protectiveness and a growing bond with you, something she hadnât allowed herself to feel in a long time.
Shaking the thoughts away, she remembered what she wanted to do. She pulled out her phone and dialled Clintâs number.
Clint answered on the second ring. âHey, Natasha. Whatâs up?âÂ
âHey, Clint,â Natasha replied, her voice low. âI need you to do a background check for me.â
âOn who?â
âY/N,â she said, the name feeling foreign on her tongue. âI donât have her last name, but she lives across the hall from me.â
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. âWhatâs going on?â
âNothing yet,â Natasha replied, choosing her words carefully. âBut I have a feeling she might need some help.â
âAlright, give me five minutes. Iâll see what I can find,â Clint said, his tone serious.
âThanks, Clint. I owe you one.â
âJust looking out for you, Nat. Take care.â
Natasha hung up the phone, feeling a combination of apprehension and determination. She may have left you and your daughter for the night, but she wasnât about to let you slip through the cracks.
The next morning, you woke up feeling slightly refreshed than the night before, but you could still feel the exhaustion in your bones. You rubbed your eyes and stretched, trying to shake off the grogginess. As you glanced around the room, you noticed your daughter curled up beside you, still fast asleep. You accidentally fell asleep in her bedroom.
Leaning down, you pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from her face. âMamaâs gotta get ready for work. Sleep well, sweetheart.â
She stirred slightly but didnât wake up. With a sigh, you reluctantly removed yourself from the warmth of the bed and made your way to your bedroom to get ready for work. You were in need of a much-needed shower to wash off the grime from last night. But as you reached for the doorknob, a series of knocks from the front door interrupted your thoughts, causing your heart to race with anticipation.Â
Could it be Natasha, returning to check on you?
With a hopeful smile, you swung open the door, only to be met with a sight that sent a shiver down your spine. It wasnât Natasha standing there. It was Victor, the smooth-talking gambler from the night before, and also your debt collector. Your smile dropped instantly.
âWhereâs the money you owe me, huh?â
Your throat tightened with apprehension as you stepped out into the hallway, closing your door behind you. You didnât want to wake up your daughter. âI-Iâm sorry,â you stuttered, your words barely audible over the pounding of your heart. âI donât have it right now, but Iâll get it to you as soon as I can, I promise.â
But Victor wasnât interested in apologies or promises. His eyes narrowed with disdain as he cut you off, his tone seething with anger. ââSorryâ doesnât pay bills, and youâre also behind on rent. Iâve been kind enough to give you a chance to win some money last night,â he spat, his words like venom. âThis is the second time you havenât gotten me my money on time. You think Iâm running a fucking charity here?â
You knew you were in deep trouble.Â
âI-â
âIâve had enough of your excuses,â he growled, cutting you off. âYouâre out of chances.â
Before you could react, Victorâs fist collided with your jaw with a sickening thud, sending shockwaves of pain coursing through your body. Stars danced in your vision as you stumbled backwards, the taste of iron filling your mouth.
You tried to defend yourself desperately, but Victorâs relentless onslaught on your body left you helpless, your attempts futile against his brute strength. Blow after blow rained down upon you, each one driving you further into agony.
He didnât stop until you lay battered on the floor.Â
Victor spat at your feet. âYou have until tomorrow,â he snarled, his voice dripping with malice. âGet me my money, or next time, it wonât just be a beating youâll receive.â
As he turned to leave, you struggled to push yourself up from the ground, pain shooting through every limb as you clung to consciousness. You struggled with each breath, your body screaming for mercy. Your vision was blurred, sounds muffling into a distant echo as you succumbed to unconsciousness.
Natasha returned from her morning run, her breath coming in steady puffs of steam in the chilly air as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. As she approached the corridor, her eyes landed on a figure slumped against the door of the apartment across from hers. She quickened her pace, her heart hammering in her chest at the sight before her. You lay unconscious on the ground, your body broken and bruised. She rushed to your side, dropping to her knees as she assessed the extent of your injuries.
âY/N!â She exclaimed, her voice filled with panic. âCan you hear me?â
Gently, Natasha cradled your head in her lap, shaking your shoulders with urgency to rouse you from your unconscious state. âCome on, wake up.â she urged.
You stirred slightly, your eyelids fluttering open. âNatasha?â you mumbled weakly, recognising her voice after awhile. Confusion was evident in your voice as you tried to make sense of your surroundings.
With a groan, you attempted to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over you, forcing you back down. Natashaâs expression softened with concern as she gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. âEasy now,â she said soothingly. âYouâre injured. Letâs get you inside and cleaned up.â
Natasha managed to get you to your feet, albeit unsteadily. You leaned against her as she helped you into her apartment. Once inside, she guided you to her couch, where you could rest while she fetched an ice pack.
You scanned your surroundings. Your eyes widened in surprise as they landed on the dining table. Stacks of reports and files littered the surface, but what caught your attention were the numerous guns laid out neatly beside them. You couldnât help but gulp nervously at the sight.
âWhatâs all this?â You asked, your voice weak but curious, gesturing towards the array of firearms.
Natasha didnât have to look at you to know that you were talking about the guns. She paused, stilling herself before she sighed. She turned to face you, her expression unreadable as she returned with the ice pack from the freezer compartment of the fridge.
âWork stuff.â She replied cryptically. It was obvious to you that she didnât want to continue the conversation further. She handed you the ice pack. âHere, hold this against your cheek, it should help with the swelling.â
You accepted the ice pack gratefully, pressing it against your sore cheek with a wince.
Natasha had a frown on her face as she watched you silently for a moment before finally speaking up. âWho did this to you, Y/N?â
You hesitated, unsure of how much you should reveal. You kept repeating to yourself that Natasha was a stranger, a beautiful and potentially dangerous stranger in fact, but no one had ever cared for you as much as her. Not even your ex-husband gave you this much concern. Seeing the genuine worry in Natashaâs eyes, you sighed, leaning back against the backrest.
âIt was Victor,â you said, your face cringing as you uttered his name. âHeâs been pursuing me to get the money I owe him.â
Natashaâs jaw tightened with rage as her expression darkened. She whispered under her breath, âThat fucking bitch.â Her imagination was already running wild with all the things she would do to him if she got her hands on him.Â
She turned to face you again, her gaze softening. âWould you like me to call the hospital? Or perhaps bring your daughter here?â
You shook your head, feeling sick to your stomach at the idea of bringing your daughter into this mess. âNo hospitals.â You firmly declared. âI donât want her seeing me like this.â
Natasha respected your choice and nodded understandingly. âAlright, then,â she softly answered. âYou should get some rest.â
âI have work today,â you mumbled, trying to convince yourself to push yourself up from the couch. âI need to get the money for Victor.â
You really couldnât afford work today, not with Victorâs threat hanging over you. You couldnât even begin to think about what would happen if you didnât get his money ready. Fear gripped you as you thought about your daughter. What if he came after your daughter? You couldnât bear the thought of Victor hurting her.Â
Natasha gently placed a hand on your chest, pushing you down to the couch. âYou canât go to work looking like this,â she said, huffing. âYou need to rest and heal. Iâll handle things from here.â
You looked at her, trying to argue. âBut-â
âNo buts,â Natasha interrupted, softening her tone. âYouâre in no condition to work. Iâll figure something out for you. Just focus on getting better, alright?â
Seeing no point in arguing, you sighed and nodded, letting yourself relax back on the couch. âAlright,â you conceded, wincing as another jolt of pain shot through your body. âThank you, Natasha.â
Honestly, you couldnât fathom what you had done to deserve kindness from someone like Natasha, particularly considering the constant stream of misfortune that seemed to follow you like a shadow. Gratitude was a foreign emotion to you. Unfamiliar yet strangely comforting. It warmed your heart. You were grateful that some higher being brought her into your life at your lowest point.
âDonât mention it, love,â she replied, giving you a reassuring smile. âNow, get some rest. Iâll be back soon.â
Natasha stepped out of the apartment and pulled out her phone as she closed the door. She quickly dialled Clintâs number, her mind already formulating a plan.
âHey, Nat,â Clintâs voice came through the line. âWhatâs up?â
âI need your help,â Natasha said, her voice laced with urgency. âThereâs a situation with Victor. He beat up my neighbour, Y/N, and things might be getting dangerous. I need you to come here with the Quinjet and get her and her daughter back to the Avengers compound. Theyâre not safe here anymore, and she refuses to get treatment from the hospital.â
Clint didnât hesitate. âIâll be there as soon as I can. Hang tight, Nat.â
âThanks, Clint,â Natasha replied, relief washing over her.
Natasha hung up and returned to your apartment. She found you lying on the couch, eyes closed but not quite asleep. You opened your eyes when you heard the door close, giving her a questioning look.
She sat down beside you, her expression serious yet gentle. âMy friend, Clint, heâs coming to get you and your daughter out of here,â she began. âHeâs one of my closest friends, and heâs someone I trust with my life. Heâs on his way with the Quinjet. Itâs a high-tech aircraft and itâll get you to the Avengers Compound safely and quickly.â
You gave her a confused look. âAvengers Compound?â
Natasha nodded. âMhm. I guess I havenât really explained what I do. Iâm⌠an Avenger. Iâm in a team with other individuals with special abilities and skills who protect the world from threats. My job is to keep people safe, and right now, that means you and your daughter.â
âAre you sure itâs okay? Wonât I be in the way?â
âYou wonât be in the way,â Natasha assured you. âThe Compound is probably the safest place for you, and you can get the treatment you need there. Youâll be safe there, and Iâll figure out how to deal with Victor so he canât hurt you again.â
âAlright⌠Thanks, again, Natasha. I really owe you twice, now.â
âItâs fine, love. Just get the rest you need.â
You woke up, and immediately you could feel your head pounding. The sterile smell of antiseptics hit you like a brick. As your eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, you realised you were in an unfamiliar place. The room was quiet, save for the soft beeping of medical equipment.
Panic started to set in until you spotted Natasha, a familiar figure slumped in a chair beside your bed. She was asleep, her head resting on her arm. The position she was in looked really uncomfortable, you could imagine the strain sheâd feel on her neck once she woke up. At least she was here, and the sight of her made you relieved.
You took in your surroundings, noticing the high-tech medical equipment and the pristine cleanliness of the room. This wasnât a regular hospital. Where were you?
You shifted slightly, wincing at the pain, but the movement was enough to wake Natasha. Her eyes fluttered open and she quickly straightened up, her gaze locking onto yours.
âYouâre awake,â she said softly.
âWhere am I?â you asked, your voice hoarse.
âThe Avengers Compound,â Natasha replied. âYou fainted back at my apartment, but we got you out of there. Youâre safe now.â
You relaxed further into the bed, closing your eyes for a moment. âYouâve done so much for me, Natasha. I really donât deserve this,â you whispered.
Your words barely scratched the surface of how you felt.
She reached out and gently held your hand. She held your hand to her lips, kissing your knuckles with gentleness. âItâs alright, love.â
You pulled the blankets to your cheeks, covering the redness seeping up your cheeks at her tender and sweet action. âWhat happened with Victor?â
âLetâs just say he⌠wonât be disturbing you ever again.â Natasha shrugged.
Before you could respond, the door to the infirmary burst open, and a small whirlwind of energy barreled into the room. Your daughter ran straight to your bedside. Behind her, Clint stood in the doorway, waving at Natasha.
âMama!â Your daughter cried, throwing her arms around you as carefully as she could. âI was so scared!â
You hugged her back, ignoring the pain that flared in your body. âIâm okay, sweetheart,â you whispered, stroking her hair. âEverythingâs going to be okay now.â
Clint stepped forward. âHey, Iâm Clint, Natashaâs friend.â He pointed to your daughter. âYour daughterâs been worried sick about you. Couldnât keep her away from this room forever.â
Natasha gently lifted your daughter from under her armpits and placed her beside you on the bed. She couldnât help but soften as she watched the reunion.Â
Your daughter looked up at Natasha. âThank you for helping my Mama,â she said earnestly.
Natasha ruffled your daughterâs hair. âIt was my pleasure. Your momâs a tough cookie, just like you.â
Clint stepped closer, giving your shoulder a kind and supportive squeeze. âYouâre in good hands here in the Avengers Compound. Youâre part of our family now and weâll make sure nothing happens to you.â
Your daughter nestled closer to you, her presence a comforting reminder of what mattered most. âThank you, Natasha. Thank you, Clint. I donât know how to repay you.â
Natasha smiled nervously, hesitating her next words. She glanced away from you, rubbing her thumb over your hand. âThereâs a way you can repay me, actually. Go on a date with me?â
#lumiâs fics!#marvel#mcu#the avengers#natasha romanoff#black widow#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow x reader#fluff#wlw#fanfic#fanfiction
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can we have all the boys x psyche reader!!!
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warnings: none pairing: riordanverse boys x daughter of psyche a/n: added my bby connor to the list đ
percy jackson thinks youâre quite literally an angel sent straight from elysium. not only does this contain your sensitive, gentle, and kind nature, but additionally your goddess-like features that seem just as delicate as your personality, almost like a fragile porcelain doll. Iâm talking, this boy is full on WHIPPED ready to drop everything for you at any moment, especially with your ever changing eyesâ which by the way he ADORES!! they change based on your mood so heâs easily able to tell how youâre feelingâ but not only your eyes absolutely everything about you, heâs totally addicted. not only can you be the sweetest, you can also be horrifying. sure, youâre nice and all, easily forgiving people, but when someone isnât nice back, rude for no specific reason itâs literally over for them. mostly, percy has to refrain you from harming them in anyway, and with your kind heart you let him tear you away to leave the poor person alone. but also heâs percy jackson, youâd much rather spend your time with him than an idiot whoâs not worth anything
connor stoll is not only interested in you, but your ability to see peopleâs aura. like, literally when he found out you were able to do this he was bombarding you with silly questions: âwhat color am I?â âwhat does this color meanâ âare we soulmatesâ heâs VERY big on the whole soulmate situation, itâs probably not a normal obsession but in his defense he adores you more than anything. you tell him âyesâ we are soulmates, which isnât a lie you saw it as clear as day, and heâs ecstatic like literally going around camp bragging how the stunning daughter of psyche is his soulmate!! (heâs skipping around camp and shit itâs cutesy). at this point in time I just know he starts planning out your wedding, heâs probably got a whole notebook of shit stashed under his pillow to hide from his sneaky siblings (that totally failed, they found it and teased him for it. he still continued planning regardless of this)
jason grace LOVES your butterfly abilities. hear me out: children of psyche have the power to wish themselves butterfly wings!! the first time he saw this he probably thought he was hallucinating, because what do you mean his girlfriend is a partial butterfly?? he confronted you about this later and you explained to him that since that specific bug was one of your mothers symbols that you were granted wings as a gift. you showed him now, completely with him creepily watching you from afar and heâs full on HEART EYES itâs so cutesy!!! and OH MY GODS with both of you having flying powers just, like, imagine flying around camp together?? itâs literally adorable!! anyways, not only do you have this ability but also telekinesis! jason thinks this is cool as fuck, how you can move things with your mind (okay, eleven!). you definitely do this to tease him like imagine if heâs trying to pick something up and you keep moving it LMAO he canât even get mad at you either, he loves you too much for that (this is definitely being used to your full advantage)
leo valdez probably used you as his own personal therapist of a girlfriend. I mean, heâs got problems we know this, and who better to tend to them than his daughter of psyche girlfriend??? heâs not using you just for this, but you offer up mostly for him to talk and with your welcoming demeanor itâs hard for him not to collapse in your arms and pour his heart out (plus he trusts you like crazy). and you always make him feel comfortable, itâs almost like heâs known you his whole life (which he wishes he had), because heâs able to talk to you about things he never wouldâve spoken to anyone else about. and you can always sense when heâs not feeling well so sometimes youâll bring him to your cabin and ask him whatâs wrong, even if itâs nothing you like to know that heâs okay!
luke castellan knew that you would get along with him easily, because his father had guided your mother when she was a mortal, there was always that special bond between the two. and he totally wasnât wrong, your colors were bound together into a tangle (this is what you said to him). though for a while you distanced yourself off because being a daughter of psyche has its downsides. youâre practically an oracle, seeing into the minds of others and basically seeing into the near future, for you, you saw the outcome of camp (how he would steal the master bolt and side with kronos). for two reasons being you were utterly worried he would hurt you, and also, nobody would like it if you went on the bad side during the war. eventually luke got you out of this state and explained his situation, you understood easily where his intentions came from, but told him you would not be able to be with him if this was his decision. so, he proposed an ultimatum: he wouldnât drag you into his mess or speak about it with you if it was this bothersome. in response, you agreed to it, youâd find that he would keep his word even when things got terrible. after he left camp he would sneak visits to see you even though risky, and for that moment, he found peace
#xoxochb#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo series#pjo fandom#percy jackson#pjo#percy series#percy jackson x fem!reader#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson x you#percy jackson x y/n#jason grace imagines#jason grace x y/n#jason grace x you#jason grace#jason grace x reader#leo valdez pjo#leo valdez x y/n#leo valdez x you#leo valdez x reader#leo valdez#connor stoll x you#connor stoll#connor stoll x reader#connor stoll x y/n#luke castellan fluff#luke castellan x you#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan#riordanverse x reader
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The Sound of Crackling Fire(Uzui Tengen x Fem!Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro)
warnings: smut, threesome, sharing is caring, unprotected sex, double penetration, KOHAI AND SENPAI RELATIONSHIPS, kissing word count: 1k pairings: Uzui Tengen x Fem!Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro a/n: This is because the new season of Demon Slayer is coming out very very soon! And I tag @beneathstarryskies for her new found love of Tengen! Smut under the cut as per usual!
Your eyes roll back as you feel him continue to bounce you on his throbbing hard cock. Heâs been at this for what feels like eternity, and he wonât give you any breaks. Rengoku had mentioned this being part of your training, but you couldnât for the life of you understand how this could even be training. Itâs much too pleasurable for it to be training. Youâre absolutely dripping all over him right now, the remnants of your last orgasm building to your next intense orgasm.
âHowâs our little kohai, hm?â you hear Tengenâs voice from the doorway. You try to look over your shoulder, but Kyojuro pulls you back to him.
âSheâs strong, Tengen. She can last like this for a very long time,â Kyojuro praises you for your endurance.
You feel a large, warm hand on your back. Then Tengen brushes back some hair from your face before he places a careful kiss on your forehead. This little liaison you had going on was proving to be so perfect for both the Hashira. The idea came to them when you were assigned to be Kyojuroâs tsuguko. While usually the Flame Hashira didnât take on students, he found you to be just too irresistible. And when Tengen met you, the two men found themselves completely attached and addicted to your very being.
âShe takes your cock so well,â Tengen praises you this time, pressing another kiss to your forehead.
Kyojuro doesnât reply, he only moans as your little walls are clamping down so hard on his cock. He doesnât know how heâs managed to hold on for so long, but this was all to test your endurance. He needs to make sure you can take a lot of physical activity for a long time for you to become a good demon slayer.
âI bet sheâd have a harder time with two cocks in her,â Tengen suggests, and you whine at the thought of both of them filling you up.
Kyojuro chuckles darkly, âdo you even think she could manage to handle something like that? We canât hurt our little kohai too much,â
âSheâs capable of taking us both. I can tell.â
You feel Tengenâs long fingers playing with your clit now. Kyojuro slows his pace, but he doesnât stop at all. Youâre going to be taking them both, and youâre a little worried theyâll split you right in half if they do this. The more the idea goes through your head, the more dazed with lust you become.
âI think our little kohai here wants two cocks,â Tengen teases before he cups your chin. His tongue slides into your mouth as soon as his lips capture yours in a kiss.Â
âDonât hog her,â Kyojuro warns, but you can see the smirk on his face that suggests heâs only joking. Considering heâs been fucking you for a while now, heâs really the one whoâs been hogging you.
Tengenâs fingers donât stop stimulating your clit, and soon you feel his other hand joining the other. You gasp once you feel him sliding one of his fingers into you right next to Kyojuroâs thick cock. You squeal as he begins stretching you out more than you already were.
âYou got her so nice and wet for us, Rengoku-san.â Tengen compliments his fiery partner.
âShe is very good at that herself. You know how worked up she is just from the simplest stimulation,â
Both men chuckle darkly. They know theyâre going to completely destroy you. But itâs all in the name of endurance training. Tengen finally pulls his pants down and his large cock slaps against his abdomen. He strokes it a few times before positioning himself perfectly to prod your already stuffed hole with the head. You whine and try to protest, but neither man is listening to your little protestations.Â
As soon as you feel the head of Tengenâs cock slipping into you, you feel your walls fluttering wildly. Thereâs no way both of them could possibly fit inside of you, but they were both determined to prove you very wrong. The more he slips into you, the more you feel the coil in your stomach tightening. You desperately try to warn your senpai, but itâs only coming out as pitiful whines and mewls. Kyojuro tries to hush you with a passionate kiss, but as soon as his tongue touches yours, you feel the dam breaking.
You cry out as your orgasm hits you like a train, and both men are grunting as your little walls milk them both for all they have. Tengen is finally balls deep inside of you along with Kyojuro, and heâs having a hard time holding on already. The way you come undone is just perfect. Your juices are soaking both of them as you slowly come down from your high.
âThatâs a good girl,â Tengen praises you, and heâs grunting as your orgasm subsides.Â
âIsnât she a perfect little kohai?â Kyojuro muses, and he presses a kiss to your lips.
They both start a steady pace, leaving you reeling all over again. The sensations of both their large cocks dragging against your walls is proving to be almost too much. Tengen grips your hips, angling himself a little better so he can drive his cock right up against that sweet spongy spot inside of you. You can see stars as soon as he begins getting a little rougher.
âDoesnât she sound so sweet when you fuck her like that?â Kyojuro asks, a smirk on his face.
âI love the little pathetic noises she makes,â Tengen mocks your noises, his lips so close to your ear.Â
Youâre so lost in all of this pleasure, and your mind canât even keep up with everything thatâs going on. You know your next orgasm might just wreck you completely, but theyâll keep going. You had heard rumours that Kyojuro was a strict teacher, but you didnât know that he would use this kind of training. And for Tengen to join in, that was a complete surprise. What shocks you the most are the next words that fall from Tengenâs lips.
âDonât forget, kitten,â Tengen mutters in your ear before pressing kisses to your neck. âYouâve got to hold your breathing technique. Thatâs what weâre testing here,â
Kyojuro laughs, âNo, I thought we were testing her endurance.â
Both men chuckle darkly, âI guess itâs both.â
With your legs shaking as the next orgasm keeps building, you know youâre in for a very long training session.
#bacon.writes#kyojuro x you#tengen x you#kyojuro x reader#tengen x reader#tengen x y/n#kyojuro x y/n#kyojuro x reader x tengen#tengen x reader x kyojuro#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slay#kny rengoku#kny tengen#uzui tengen x you#uzui tengen x reader#uzui tengen x y/n#rengoku kyojuro x reader#rengoku kyojuro x you#rengoku kyojuro x y/n#kyojuro smut#tengen smut#uzui x you x rengoku#rengoku x you x uzui#kimetsu no yaiba smut#demon slayer smut
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Astrology Observations
đVirgo moons are polite and respectful until you cross their boundaries. But people accuse them of being rude even when THEY were the ones put in a super uncomfortable situation
đAquarius and sagittarius placements are free-spirited. You tell them to do something and suddenly itâs an obligation rather than a choice and they donât want to do it anymore lmao
đCancer risings and their low-key unhealthy relationship with food :0
đTaurus is branded as the foodie of the zodiac but I think Sagittarius is the ultimate foodie
đI like to see the moon sign as who a person is at their core. And the moon sign in your mercury persona chart is very insightful to how you express yourself.
for example:
Aries moon- expresses themselves passionately, perseverant, doesnât give up easily, likes to keep things tidy, hard working, could be naggy, aggressive
Taurus moon- sweet and charming way of talking, logical, doesnât like believe anything without concrete evidence, self care, words of affirmation, has definitive personal boundaries, slow down when youâre eating babes, when theyâre toxic theyâre some of the worst kinds of toxic
Gemini moon- domicile (home sign), real sweet talkers, witty, critical thinking skills on point, charmers, just the right amount of flirty, know how to talk themselves out of a situation, scatterbrained, PERFORMERS
Cancer moon- sweet, will remember your birthday, wants to include everyone, confused easily, overstimulated easily
Leo moon- humorous, dramatic af, will spread love to whoever gives them attention, gives their love to everyone, critical thinking not their forte
Virgo moon- domicile, polite, respectful, knows how to remain professional in awkward situations, hates the feeling of being stuffed full?? 7/10 full is sufficient for them, due to this theyâre usually slim, âperfectâ self expression, neat and tidy, expresses gratitude for every tiny thing, eats slowly, critical thinking on point, extremely private (esp. about relationships)
Libra moon- diplomatic, likes to agree, charming, soft and sweet but also vengeful, avoids confrontation, talks shit behind backs instead of addressing issue directly with person
Scorpio moon- opinionated, probably a coffee addict, death stares at people they dislike, private but not the same as virgo, virgos tell you things but wonât go into detail, scorpios just wonât tell you. so fiercely loyal, their charm is fatal
Sagittarius moon (detriment)- happy, seems like theyâre always having fun, donât take themselves too seriously, charmers, funny facial expressions, stuff themselves full. they DEVOUR food, tendency to overindulge so can be chubby cheeked, struggle to articulate themselves in a professional manner, hates being nagged, lacks critical thinking, they get bored easily so consistency is an ongoing struggle, can be flirty
Capricorn moon- logical, down to earth, realistic, charming, articulate, their smart little jokes, a bit reluctant to try new things but they will, loves feeling in control (more than anyone else), really patient, consistency is key, can be rude and dry, may make shy, insecure people shifty
Aquarius moon- they talk in a very self-important way, very recognisable tone of voice, an intellectual, research whore, likes to share their found knowledge with people, lecture people, full of themselves
Pisces moon (detriment)- ehhem OVERSHARER to the T, silly humour, a bit unreasonable as they donât follow logic, poor critical thinking skills, either super empathetic or lacks any empathy, can be flirty
đMore of an assumption but Leo+Virgo (and/or taurus)= hating slimy and mushy textures like eggplant, okra, durian
đChiron in the 6h can be obsessed with hygiene and cleanliness. My brother has this and he will not eat from the same spoon or drink from the same straw as anyone else, not even his own mother. Heâs criticized and scolded by his mother because of this
đA mother with 10h mercury is scrutinizing their childrensâ speaking abilities and how they interact with people in public
đAries mars has a fit looking body
đPeople with sun 1h in the mars persona chart can seem really athletic
đSometimes individuals with neptune hard aspects (esp. square) are accused of having a mental illness (bullied)
đMars square neptune is a really anxious placement. Their panic is so clear on their face. They get really nervous about things more than others. Their intentions are confusing and people find it hard to figure out what your intentions for your actions are
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Sometimes I sit and wonder about the paralels in AFTG and I go like "Woooow Nora's brain" yk?
So here are some of them:
â˘Jean and Andrew both having suicidal ideations, being number 3, not showing their emotions on the outside but feeling so much on the inside (AND letting people think they doesn't care), protecting Kevin (and others in general) and not accepting help until the situation is critical.
â˘Andrew and Riko both being separated from their families at birth and creating one by force, Andrew doing it mostly for others while Riko did it for himself.
â˘Renee and Neil growing up in mafia/gang enviroment and scaping it, the whole Nathaniel/Nathalie thing.
â˘Matt and Aaron growing up with neglecful parents and them being the reason of their addictions (to similar things also) and being "helped" with that by Andrew's questionable means.
â˘Nicky and Allison being shunned by their parents for being themselves, forgetting all the other things they did to make them proud and loved.
â˘Seth and Neil trying to blend in (in different ways but still), dealing with jelousy and then Seth dying his last year with the Foxes and Neil who thought he was gonna die his first year surviving.
There are much more but I can't think of all of them now and didn't write them the last time I thought about this. For me it's awsome how maybe a little desition, a person, a moment... can turn you in an entire different person and this books show that SOOO WELL!!
#aftg#all for the game#aftg brainrot#nora sakavic#andrew minyard#neil josten#kevin day#riko moriyama#jean moreau#renee walker#allison reynolds#aaron minyard#seth gordon#nicky hemmick#aftg paralels#aftg thoughts
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"I can fix him" I can accept him for who he is and offer him unconditional love and support through everything because people aren't objects that need "fixing". It's almost as if treating people kindly will help them feel better and even get the courage to try to improve their lives. It's almost as if treating people as more than just their addictions and like normal fucking human beings outside of them helps them come into themselves more. People need to learn to fucking see people as people
#i am thinking about Shane#every time people talk about him its about fixing him i hate it#i love him so much#people are stupid#shane stardew valley#stardew valley#shane sdv#sdv#stardew shane
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Pile 1- The Devil, Six of Coins in Reverse, The Hanged Man
Oracle cards- "Billionaire: Are you hoarding wealth to fuel your King or Queen Baby dreams? Do not pass Go, do not collect a million dollars, don't even go to jail or pay taxes- think about doing some good and using your hoard to end WORLD HUNGER ALREADY!"
"Black Square: Apparently, you are only down for doing the bare minimum during an incredibly significant time to stand up and advocate for human rights. Drawing this card reminds you that your actions need to not be just performative, they must be based in real knowledge and include follow-through, both online and IRL (in real life). You don't have to be on the front lines, but at this point in history, you can't be silent either."
Hi my pile 1's đ I feel like it's been forever I hate being away from my blog for too long cause I start to miss y'all literally lol.
So anyways for your reading today I feel like Spirit is wanting to draw attention to maybe some addictions, self sabotage is what I heard while shuffling the cards. I feel this heavy energy of someone purposely messing up their own blessings in a way I feel like maybe someone's stuck in this very heavy energy but also not really doing anything about it? Like maybe you know something's not good for you, maybe it's a connection or even a job that's tiring you out, it's something along those lines but you just can't stop it, you know? I heard someone needs to do an energy cleanse! I heard take some time off. Maybe someone's drowning themselves in something like studying too much, there's something about over doing something. Someone could have very curly hair here.
So I'm hearing here someone should take the time off and do something fun, relax a little. I think there's a message here also of feeling like you haven't done enough of something and you're obsessing about it mentally a lot and spirit is saying just take a little break from it and endulg in something else, something that makes you happy and makes you feel like you, you know? Even if it's just taking a walk while listening to your favorite music or maybe reading your favorite book and watching your favorite movie, you know? So with the six of coins here I'm also getting a message of like you've worked really hard already and you've done a great job honestly it's okay to rest and not be perfect already already, Rome wasn't built in a day I'm hearing!
The hanged man is just confirmation you've definitely been making yourself sick and stuck by obsessing over this thing. I also feel like maybe you're stuck because spirit is wanting you to see things from a different perspective, like in my garbage pail kid tarot card Wacky Jacky is hanging and all stuck in a tree but while she's stuck she realizes she sees the world in a whole different perspective and it's then new ideas come to her. Approach your goal from a new angle!
I feel like someone here is also someone very important with a very hard position and that might be why you work so hard, you have a lot of pressure on you maybe. Take what resonates!
Hope you enjoyed this reading! Let me know, I love you and take care âĄ
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Pile 2- Queen of Wands Reversed, Seven of Wands Reversed and Three of Cups.
Oracle cards- "Troll: Are you a Necessary Evil? Do you feel you must play Devil's Advocate? Or are you someone who hates themselves so much they feel they have to try to get others to feel the same way? If you answered "yes" to one or more of these questions, please seek help or therapy, or get a hobby."
"Bitch: Are you being a Bitch, or just making sure they can't take advantage of you? Stand up for yourself, but make sure you don't steamroll anyone in the process. Do no harm, but take no shit."
Hi pile 2's, hope you're doing amazing đ¤Š
So right off the bat I'm picking up shy energy lol, someone who's maybe more reserved or introverted. I don't want to say basically Spirit thinks you should be loud or more outgoing but I definitely think you'll go through a time period of weird energy and out of the ordinary situations happening that are forcing you out of your comfort zone. You might not get any more extroverted but I definitely do see branching out might help, sitting with your close friends and just letting yourself let loose or just enjoy the company. You might be someone who people look at and not get the big picture right away, like they have lots of accusations about you but you're kind of closed off so these accusations aren't 100% true because there's more to you than people know, you're just not the type to go and give yourself away that easily. You might be someone who prefers to keep a very close knit group of friends, I heard something about trust issues.
You could be petite, someone who doesn't look like they're very strong and that's what surprises everyone when you finally do show them you are indeed strong. You can be loud and extroverted too I think it's a choice to really be in this shell of yours, maybe it's what's comfortable and that's exactly the problem, when we're too comfortable we don't see the point in changing. Like why fix it if it isn't broken? But you hold great significance, you're just a significant person to the universe and I'm not even sure if you're aware but you are lol.
It's crazy because I'm picking up mixed messages lol, with the Queen of Wands in reverse it makes me feel like someone here is very down and unsure about themselves, needs to take some me time and get away from socializing but with the Three of Cups someone here needs to "stop being alone so much" is how I channeled it, advising you to go out more with the people you love and celebrate, have a good time and just have fun so take what resonates as you know yourself best and what applies to your situation.
With the seven of Wands I'm getting a message of someone who's stressed, you maybe have felt very tired, over worked maybe, even dealing with certain responsibilities or relationship makes us feel tired and all worn out so take this how it resonates. You're on the brink of giving up, maybe you felt like it's not worth it or simply just can't find results you've been wanting to see, maybe this thing is literally killing you because Spirit is stressing you drop it enough to take the stress off you. I wouldn't advise anyone to just give up, but Spirit used such words as "drop it" like maybe the thing you're supposed to drop isn't serving you and that's why it's making you feel so bad. I'm just hearing Spirit even ask if you think all of this is worth it? This is something tough that's been bothering you, it could even be as simple as negative thoughts with all of the wands energy here, I think this is a group in their head a lot always trying to hold themselves accountable and very motivated to just do right. I heard a message that it's hard coming up for new creative endeavors because of all of the negativity in your thoughts holding you back, this energy is blocking your ideas. It's like you vs you almost, I think you have the power to help your dreams manifest all on their own just with your thoughts alone so keep a check for your energy, watch who you share your energy with because it's important and powerful. You're powerful I heard!
I hope you find this helpful! Take care angelz love you! âĄ
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Pile 3- Seven of Cups, The Chariot and King of Wands.
Oracle Cards- "Black Square: Apparently, you are only down for doing the bare minimum during an incredibly significant time to stand up and advocate for human rights. Drawing this card reminds you that your actions need to not be just performative, they must be based in real knowledge and include follow-through, both online and IRL (in real life). You don't have to be on the front lines, but at this point in history, you can't be silent either."
"Red Flag: No matter how often you try to bleach the red flags white, they only turn back to red. You have been warned- now PULL ANOTHER CARD!"
"Cult Leader: You are not a guru, a Timelord, or a demigod. You are an egomaniac who needs minions so you can feel like an authority to compensate for your own feelings of inferiority. Grow up!"
Hi pile 3! Hope you're having a fantastic day where you are!
So right away I'm picking up a message of not seeing the bigger picture, this pile feels more like a "How to Manifest more quicker" lol. I'm hearing this very slow moving energy, someone refusing to move on to the next chapter though you might be aware it's time to even but I'm getting a sense of fear. Even if you are unaware of these changes there's still so much anxiety and fear surrounding you at these times because the universe is basically forcing you to move lol! Move or be moved I'm hearing.
So overall I feel like someone in this pile might have lots of distractions, someone might have adhd and a hard time concentrating on tasks. Spirits drawing your attention these times and reminding you to stay focus.
With the Chariot card I feel like there's some movement here that needs to happen, you need to take action. I think that's the best way to help your manifestations right now, maybe someone here even forget exactly what they were manifesting and Spirit is like "Uhh HELLO? DO YOU REMEBER THAT THING??" lol. I heard someone's just been away from the job a little too long, I even get from the Seven of Cups it might've been you were distracted with something else that just sparked your attention better, but all that glitters isn't gold!
So I think you're working on being in this King of Wands energy, someone who is very productive, knows what they want, speaks up about anything, rather it's an idea they have or just wanting authority. I feel like a few of you even might know exactly what this is, I feel like a few of you might not even have a specific dream you want to manifest just clicking on the reading for fun lol but there's still a secretive message here I think you'll understand as you apply it to your situation.
Spirit is asking you to maybe think about the roots you want to plant and start from there, stay true to your craft and perspective and be committed.
I hope you enjoyed this reading! I love you, see you soon â¤ď¸ â
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