Unholy (Cheryl Blossom x Toni Topaz) 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |
Dating Cheryl Blossom Would Include (Cheryl Blossom x Reader)
SUPERGIRL
ALEX DANVERS:
A Million Reasons - In which you just don’t know how much longer you can take of her games.
Warrior- “You’re way more of a warrior than what I thought.”
KARA DANVERS:
Haven’t Forgotten My Way Home [CONVERTED] - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 (epilogue)- Can Kara coax Y/N back into the world that once so terrified her, and show her the true meaning of care and submission?
If I Die Young (Kara Danvers x Fem!Reader) - You don’t want to die.
Drabbles:
the one where you and kara are dating and nobody knows about it
LENA LUTHOR:
Something Bad - They say loving her is so wrong, but why does it feel so good?
Stress Relief**- You want your girlfriend as relaxed as possible.
Thanks, A Latte- the five times y/n takes Lena’s heart and the one time she does something about it. plus a bonus!
lover. - “i’ve loved you three summers now honey, and i want em all.”
Drabbles:
the one where you don’t really need help with physics
MAGGIE SAWYER:
Dating Maggie Sawyer Would Include
WINN SCHOTT
Everybody Wants to Spook The World (Winn Schott x Fem!Platonic!Reader)- F•R•I•E•N•D•S
MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE/TELEVISION
CAROL DANVERS:
Fluff A-Z Headcannon
The Persistence of Memory- You don’t know how you could ever live without the memory of her.
Good girl. **- Just...just read it.
Surprise, Surprise!- Carol gives her amputee girlfriend a gift.
to kree or not to knee - you want touch, carol doesn’t. carol loves you, you love carol more. natasha stands up for her little sister.
win or lose. - carol makes you blush and you make her shut up.
cater 2 u** - you’re carol and natasha’s good girl. they break your walls down. take that as you will.
Drabbles:
one year anniversary
NATASHA ROMANOFF:
Being A Civilian and Dating Natasha Romanoff
Match Made in (Chocolate) Heaven** - It’s Valentine’s day-- a day of love and adventures for you and your wife.
cater 2 u** - you’re carol and natasha’s good girl. they break your walls down. take that as you will.
Breathe - you’ll never understand why natalia was so mean to you, and neither will she.
VALKYRIE:
Ha! Made You Blush! - Staring is rude.
DAISY JOHNSON:
Big Reputation- To be metahuman, or not!
WANDA MAXIMOFF:
First Kiss** - She burst.
Dating Wanda Maximoff Would Include
DC EXTENDED UNIVERSE (MOVIES)
DIANA PRINCE:
Chats: 1 | 2 | 3
Diana Having A Crush On You Would Include
THE 100
LEXA:
Calming the Storm - Knowing what she knows, can Lexa keep both her worlds at bay?
OCTAVIA BLAKE:
All These Years - “You. It’s always been you.”
Fluff A-Z headcannon
RAVEN REYES:
Maybe Next Time- "Flirt off starts now!"
CELEBRITIES
BRIE LARSON:
Sleepyhead. - Do you really have to get out of bed?
Act up**- You get snatched up!
hotel mishaps** - press tour has got you losing your mind, patience and self control. you blame your best friend, brie, for it all.
All Grown Up- You’re In college, You’re dating Brie. Yeah there are some people who are gonna talk shit, but everything’s going to be alright as long as you have her… right?
MARGOT ROBBIE:
Emergency Room - You meet your idol and it...kinda...goes how you wanted it to?
SCARLETT JOHANSSON
Cuddlebug - you just...need to cuddle.
i miss you. - Y/N is pregnant and misses her wife, and Scarlett has to give her girl whatever she wants.
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sugar mommy!baran al-hashimi x princess!reader headcanons
give mama some sugar, mama
𑣲contains: 18+ smut. black!fem!reader but anyone can read. afab!reader. usage of the words "p*ssy" and "c*nt". pet names. praise kink. mommy kink. foot fetish lowkey. obsessed!baran. softdom!baran.
sugar mommy!baran... who brought you a large bouquet of roses and rented out a private room in an expensive restaurant for your first date. she wanted your first time meeting in person to be in a quiet intimate space.
sugar mommy!baran... who asks you to accompany her to the opera. baran loves the opera and rarely has anyone to join her. she loved that she was able to take you to your first opera concert.
sugar mommy!baran... who calls you her princess because that's what you are, her pretty princess.
sugar mommy!baran... who made your first time being intimate together special. rose petal trails, candles lit, champagne on ice, chocolate covered strawberries, speechless by beyoncé playing in the background. it may seem a little cliché, but you deserved nothing but the best.
sugar mommy!baran... who was hooked on you immediately after your first time together. the next day all she could think about was tasting your sweetness again. she was ready to give you her entire life just for another taste of you. if you wanted a house, a car, the planet, she was ready to give it to you.
sugar mommy!baran... who doesn't use a strap on to fuck you because she loves to feel your walls clench onto her fingers.
"you're gripping me so tight, baby."
sugar mommy!baran... who loves to buy you expensive heels and jewelry just so you can wear them when she fucks you.
"you wore this f'me, princess?"
"yes, mommy."
"princess, you're so good to me."
if you're riding her thigh and you're wearing that pretty diamond necklace she bought you the other day, she'll loop her finger around it to pull you in and give you sloppy wet kiss.
sugar mommy!baran... who goes weak in the knees whenever you look up at her with those beautiful eyes of yours while she's knuckle deep in your sopping wet cunt.
sugar mommy!baran... who sits you in her lap after a long day in the ED and wants you to tell her all about your day. sometimes she'll pull your panties to the side and toy with your clit.
"mmhm, princess. what else did you do today?" she says as she runs her fingers through your wet folds to collect your wetness to run it over your puffy clit.
you'll be moaning and whining, and she'll still expect you to tell her every detail of your day.
"did you eat today, honey?" she asks and all you can do is nod because she is still toying at your sensitive clit. "princess, use your big girl words."
"y- yes mommy." you managed stutter out.
"good girl." she praises. "always such a good girl for mommy."
sugar mommy!baran... who wants to fund your entire lifestyle. she doesn't even want you working, she thinks a pretty girl like you shouldn't be working. you deserve to have every need met in an instant and baran does just that.
sugar mommy!baran... who moves you into a luxury high rise apartment in the same apartment building as hers. she wants you close and wants to keep eyes on you 24/7. can you blame her? you're such a sweet, pretty girl anything could happen, but she still wants you to have your own space to move around freely.
sugar mommy!baran... who loves how willingly you allow her take care of you. you don't protest when she tells you to charge anything you need to her card, even though she still gives you an allowance.
sugar mommy!baran... who takes you on those trips to turks and caicos or the maldives that you see on your tiktok for you page. she'll buy you all the cute little bikinis and dresses you want for the trip. baran can't wait to fuck your pretty little pussy while on vacation.
sugar mommy!baran... who buys outfits that she thinks will look good on you because she loves to dress you like her personal life size doll. she loves for you to give her a private fashion show to show off the new pieces she bought you.
"give mommy a twirl, princess."
sugar mommy!baran... who swears she doesn't have a foot fetish but every time she sees you in a pretty pair of heels with a fresh pedicure, she wants to lay down at your feet and kiss them.
sugar mommy!baran... who loves to talk to your pussy.
"look at her." she coos. "so pretty and so wet all f' me."
"i think she missed me, baby. she's all ready for me and so needy for my attention."
sugar mommy!baran... who gets jealous whenever you tell her that you're going out clubbing with some of your friends. the outfit you're wearing is tiny and form fitting, and it's driving baran crazy to think random people will be looking at you in that outfit.
"mommy, i promise you we're just gonna be dancing," you try to reassure her. "no funny business."
"i'll be here waiting for you. i wanna take that off you when you get home."
sugar mommy!baran... who loves when you get bratty, which is hardly ever because you're always such a sweet girl for her, but when you do, she knows how to handle you. she'll kept your hands tied to the headboard above your head because she knows how much you love to touch her during sex. she has your legs wide open and tied down as well, while she has a vibrator on high working your clit overtime.
you're so sensitive and squirming, but she doesn't listen to your whines and pleas about how sorry you are and how good you'll be for her.
"be still and take it." she commands. "if you were sorry, you wouldn't have gave me attitude, right? right, honey?"
"it's okay, princess, mommy'll get that right outta you."
sugar mommy!baran... who wants to keep you as her pretty little housewife. baran worships the ground you walk on and wants to keep you protected and taken care of. she wants you in every aspect of her life. you're her special girl, and truthfully she's grown to be obsessed with you. her perfect, sweet, and pretty girl. she wants you to have her last name and a pretty diamond on your ring finger. when she gets the chance to wife you up, she won't hesitate.
💌a/n: i thoroughly enjoyed writing sugar mommy!baran. she might make some more appearances in the near future.
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mowalsh twisters au drabble idea while i’m unmotivated to write anything proper.
And for once, kissing didn’t sting, no prickle of beard hair, no violent hands tugging her hair, only smooth skin brushing her own, gentle hands cradling her in a way she didn’t know she had craved until now, and kissing soothed. Kissing Emery Walsh was everything she needed it to be, while gentle still passionate. Kind but still devouring. Samira Mohan now knew how it felt to yearn and be seen.
can i req a the pitt women smau... something along the lines of reader sending a flirty (or freaky..) text whilst they're working tg or in the same room etc... i love ur smaus sm
cw: bullying, divorce, past trauma, custody issues, depression, cassie mckay needs a village ™
a/n: hellooo so i’m trying something different and posting my chapters on ao3, and just tagging the link on here w a lil preview. it’s finally here tho and there will be more! this one is 4K words 😩 pls enjoy and leave feedback either here or on there 💗
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Mr. Ashcroft… What do we got today?” Y/N stands up briskly, going to aid Harrison in walking in the office and laying down. At this point, there were very few states Y/N has seen him in, but this sight sucks the breath out of Y/N’s lungs. Crimson colored blood steadily flows down, making a mess on his shirt that will inevitably stain.
It had been a few weeks since Harrison had been in the office. He’d been able to weather the seasonal cold that came his way, fight off the slaughter of the flu that tore through the school. This unfortunately meant that it’d been a few weeks since she’d seen Cassie McKay. Or even heard her voice. There was no reason to call for a permission to treat, for a request to take him home early because he just won’t stop coughing. Y/N was happy that Harrison had been less ill, but she couldn’t deny that she missed seeing the frazzled bangs that Cassie had always come in with.
Whatever Cassie did for work, Y/N knew it was stressful. She was certain Cassie spent her days constantly ruffling her hair, maybe frizzing them up when she laid her head on her arms for just a quick nap. After only two run ins with her, Y/N felt entirely juvenile for imagining what’d it’d be like to run her hands through it. Smooth it down only to mess them back up when she slotted her fingers through and gripped the strands. She wondered what it’d feel like to tug on the auburn tresses, two hands gripping tight and pulling Cassie more towards her–
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trinity definitely is. although she’d never admit it unless she’s correcting someone. she had the freedom to explore it since her parents weren’t all the attentive. dennis on the other hand knows NOTHING, he was heavily censored and heavily sheltered.
She’s a GIVER. you need anything? she’s got it, don’t even need to ask. foot massage? on it. your favorite takeout? she’s alreading ordering it. wanna try this overpriced latte you saw on tiktok? she’s paying for it and ordering donuts!
Loves spending the holidays with you. if she has to work during a holiday she’ll be SAD and will text u in her breaks :( but dw she’ll def take you out later to celebrate because her baby deserves the best.
Shes so motherly. she’ll leave sticky notes on the bedside table when she has to go to work early, help you study for ur finals, pack up ur lunch for uni…she’ll baby you to death until you realize you’ve got so spoiled you forgot how to function without her 😭. but she won’t stop doing it.
She’s caring, every touch from her feels like a promise. her skin is smooth and warm, her vanilla scented perfume is already engraved into your brain. sometimes you spray it on your pillow so it can smell more like her.
You can count on her, always. she’s your safety net, your bodyguard, your best friend and protector. she wants to make sure you know she’ll always be there for you and that she believes in you <3
Lip biter!!! she just loves giving your lower lip a bite. it can be soft, teasing, sexy… she just wants to feel ur plump lips against her teeth like her personal chew toy.
#strapmommy. She went to a sex shop w you and told you to choose whatever you wanted <3 so if you complain about her strap being too big that’s your fault cause you choose it yourself!
I like to think she’s a soft dom, she just loves taking care of you and be able to give you happiness and pleasure. making you happy makes her happy, period.
MEANWHILE... Sometimes she comes back from her shift with a different aura. sometimes the day just takes too much off her, sometimes she just needs to take it all out. and you always help, you do, and she’ll always be grateful for it. there’s no better feeling than coming home after a stressful shift and just fucking her girl into exhaustion <33
Aftercare with cassie is 10/10. she’s just a big sap!! she’ll make sure you have everything you need, get you cleaned up and just snuggle you like a baby monkey clinging into it´s mother. sometimes, when you’re already asleep, she’ll admire you and get emotional over how much she loves you. if you tease her about she won’t deny it cause she thinks your love is beautiful <3
Cassie’s not big on social media, but everytime u post a new picture she comments some funny pick-up line or just emojis like “☺️💝🫶🏻👩❤️💋👩”.
this was inspired by @inbred-eater cassie x ditzy gf post ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡
trinity santos is a study in fandom misogyny because they gave her all the characteristics fandoms usually salivate for in men, being gruff, quippy and misunderstood with a tragic backstory but a heart of gold beneath it all. they put all this into her AND let her be a lesbian. she's everything you could ever want in a character but she's not a man so half the fandom either hates her or constantly mischaracterizes her as petty, callous and aggressive while doing mental gymnastics to baby the male characters around her
content warning ╱ mdni. allusions to sex, on-page alcohol consumption, friends with benefits. trinity santos x fem!reader. reader has unspecified job at ptmc. word count ╱ 1.7k. note ╱ lowkey got some Big Fic ideas from this one idk. started writing this before 2x09. felt vindicated about what i did to garsantos in this. slay. as always, feel free to send requests.
things with doctor trinity santos have always been… well, you suppose weird is really the only word to describe it. after things went sour between her and garcia in july, she'd come to you instead to fill that gap.
it's halloween weekend now and you've been at this for the better part of two months. you think you should probably feel a little more awful about the whole situation because you are, for lack of a better term, a rebound. at least, that's how you've always treated this and you've long since made your peace with it—after all, it's hard to meet people as a doctor, so you'll take what you can get.
you're not sure when exactly you started feeling differently though. you've always assumed that this was never all that serious for santos. she was just trying to get over her ex and you were happy to help… at the time. here lately though, things have felt a little more tense on your part; you find yourself lingering in her bed as she showers after a few rounds, lounging in her blankets for as long as you can before you inevitably find yourself in the back of an uber and riding home alone to an empty apartment.
whether in her bed or yours, you find yourself dreaming up all kinds of rational excuses to write off the way you feel. maybe it's just the proximity or maybe it's the fact that you've been bone dry for longer than you'd care to admit. it's not actual feelings; it's just you being lonely and needing someone to help scratch an itch.
whatever the case may be, you still find yourself in her apartment, tugging nervously at the hem of the little dress you borrowed from kim. your shoes dig into your heels and ankles, and the makeup feels awkward and out of place on your face. part of you just wants to tuck tail and run, but you know that if you do, you'll be lambasted at the pitt for weeks for bailing.
you'd been blessed with two days off for the halloween weekend, as had trinity. when she'd asked you if you had plans for the days off, she'd acted offended when you answered with a resigned oh, nothing too crazy. apparently, it was the worst crime ever to not do anything for halloween. in truth, your plans consisted of buying discounted bags of candy from the store and watching classic halloween movies until you fell asleep on the couch.
instead, she'd practically bullied you into coming to the "lowkey party" she was throwing since whitaker was working a double and wouldn't be in the apartment to complain about too much noise and too many people and too much mess. you'd been promised plenty of candy and other snacks, and more than enough alcohol.
so that's where you are now, music bumping just loud enough that you can feel the bass reverberating in your bones, and surrounded by colleagues who managed to swing a couple of days off like the both of you. there are neighbors of trinity's that you recognize too, younger college students who you've run into on your way to and from the apartment. the woman of the hour is standing in the center of a group of people, neighbors and coworkers alike, her eyes bright and her hands gesturing wildly as she tells a story. you watch her for a few moments, feeling that conflict rise in your chest that always comes when you see her, even at work.
honestly, it hurts you a little more than it usually does (and more than you're willing to admit), so you decide to help yourself to the alcohol trinity promised. it takes you no time at all to find a hard lemonade to nurse over the next few hours, your arms crossed over your chest, ice cold can biting into your palm as condensation slicks your skin.
it's a little surprising that she doesn't come find you for the first hour or so that you're at the party, though it's not exactly like you made your presence known to her. it's probably for the best anyway, this distance; you're sure she's just waiting for garcia to make up her mind so that the two of them can get back together and you are not interested in breaking your heart more than necessary. you love yourself more than that.
it's not until you're holding court with one of the medical assistants from work that you feel a presence at your back, warm breath lifting strands of your hair. you turn to look to your right and there she is: trinity santos in all her glory with a bandana tied around her neck, a fringe vest, and a cowboy hat sitting askew atop her head of brown hair (which is pulled back in a low ponytail, longer than you've ever seen it).
she laughs at a joke one of the group members manages to get off between drunken giggles and other meandering sentences before she finally turns her attention towards you. "hey, kitty-kitty," she murmurs lowly, green eyes hooded and cheeks flushed a soft pink. "come with me for a sec?"
you almost say no, fully loaded with the excuse that your friends here will miss you, but then her hand brushes your elbow and you feel yourself falter the way you always do when it comes to her. it happens a lot faster with the faint heat burning under your own skin, having had a few more drinks than you originally told yourself you'd have. (damn kim and her penchant for dragging you into doing shots with her.)
you go easily. your friends do not notice that you've gone at all.
it's a quick, familiar path down the hall to her bedroom. when she opens the door, soft golden light spills out into the hallway before it's swallowed back up in darkness once the both of you are in the room and she closes it behind you. there's a beat where you stand in the center of the floor for a moment, turning wobbly circles as you reorient yourself with the space: fairy lights strung across the top of the curtains, messy desk in the corner, a laundry basket half filled with folded clothes, bathroom door cracked open.
her hands are on you before you process it, head sluggish with alcohol, warm palms sliding over your hips and pulling you into her chest. she noses at your neck and her breath there makes goosebumps rise in its wake. you're vaguely aware of the thought that you should tell her to stop, but you're caught between a drink and a set of wandering hands, and it's almost impossible to find the right words.
"trin…" you manage to say, lifting a hand to halfheartedly tug at hers, trying and failing to get her to let go of you. "we shouldn't… everyone's… there's so many people out there."
it's not exactly what you want to say and you know that, even with as drunk as you are. santos only hums absently in reply, but makes no move to really pull away and you give yourself a moment to recenter and straighten out the words you do want to say. not casual, not fair, stop.
"trinity," you try again after steeling yourself and finding the thinnest shreds of sobriety. she does stop then because you never use her full name. "we shouldn't do this."
"why not?" she asks. if you were anyone else, you'd think she was angry at you, but you aren't and you know what she really is: confused.
"i can't…" there's a breath and a beat of quiet broken by the sound of laughter and music. "i can't do this anymore. it's not… i just can't."
she breathes against your shoulder, a long, deep pull of air. you don't know if it's because she's trying to think of a response or because she's expecting you to continue, but when the quiet drags on longer than you're comfortable with, you find yourself going on a ramble, words a little slurred and train of thought less than on track but not quite derailed.
"i thought i was okay with the casual thing, but i'm really not and-and i know you're trying to get back with garcia, so just… we shoudn't do this anymore."
you're certain you sound like an idiot and you're not surprised about it at all. being with her has always made you feel a bit like that. you never minded it before, maybe even enjoyed it a bit, but that was… well, before and this is now and—
and now trinity is turning you around by your hips. you balance unsteadily in the heels you initially thought were a good idea for a cute halloween costume, but now you're sorely regretting them for a million reasons. the first offending one in this moment is that you almost stumble directly into her arms. she catches you anyway and then her hands find their ways to your cheeks, pulling you in. despite your impassioned spiel from thirty seconds ago, you melt easily into her mouth as always.
"did you hear what i just said?" you ask between kisses. she tastes like blue razzberry beatboxes. she told once forever ago you she doesn't drink that "fruity shit," yet here she is.
"bullshit," she mumbles in reply, fingertips sinking into the back of your neck.
"what?" the work comes out of you bewildered and breathless.
"you heard me." one kiss, two, three. "it's bullshit. stay the night."
"what?" you say again.
she pulls back this time and looks you head on. her hands shake you just a bit, a formless, lovesick smile on her face. "that's all bullshit, brat. stay the night."
when you blink at her dumbly, she rolls her eyes. "she made it kinda clear she and i were just casual, so this?" she gently shakes you again. "this has never been casual."
"so then… what about me never staying the night…"
she shrugs. "i figured you just didn't want to. i wasn't going to ask you to do something you seemed uncomfortable about."
"i wasn't… i thought…"
"i know what you thought, kitty," she cuts you off quietly, "which is why i'm trying to fix it. now… do you want to stay the night or not?"
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the very concept of sitting on Emery’s lap as she fucks your pussy with three fingers, her surgical precision making you quake on top of her. you don’t know how you’re still sitting up but you have a sneaking suspicion that it’s only because you’re draped over her shoulders, clawing at the space between her shoulder blades. or you would suspect, if you could think anything other than fuck please em more so fucking good please. she’s got her free hand wrapped tightly around your waist and she’s trailing kisses up and down your neck. she’s so calm and doting, you would never suspect she’s massaging your g-spot and clit with a mind numbing surety. thinking about her finally pushing you over the edge, holding you as you completely fall apart and wail, all the while doubling her efforts. she knows you have another orgasm in you, and she wants it bad. thinking about her chorus of “doing so good baby, just one more for me” and “I know, oh I know it’s so much baby, you can take it, fucking take it”