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russellsppttemplates · 9 months

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Summer break (Mick Schumacher)

Small bikinis, new outfits, loud parties with alcohol to spare are some of the memories you get from summer break with Mick

Note: english is not my first language. this is a long piece that I hope will keep the interactions back up (I love getting your requests and overall having you interact with the posts and having some random thoughts shared too!), so I hope you enjoy this piece as I tried to combine to smaller requests into a big one

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

Tw: mentions reader's insecurities (scars, stretch marks), some smutty comments

"Come here, pale boy, I need to put SPF on you, otherwise you'll turn into a lobster by midday", you urged your boyfriend, grabbing the sunscreen bottle from your bag and seeing him comply with your request.

You started applying the cream product to his arms and shoulders, massaging it all along his back ensuring every bit of skin was covered and protected, "turn for me", you whispered on his ear as you noticed his spine shiver despite the warm air around you. Slowly, your boyfriend complied and you sprayed the product on his chest, circling his nipples and then moving to his tummy before heading back up to his neck and then his face, taking the opportunity to appreciate his handsome facial features. Your thumbs travelled from his forehead to his cheeks and then his lips, memorising every dimple.

"Can you do my back, please?", you asked him, handing him the bottle so he could do your back, the only place you hadn't been able to reach on your own. Mick was quick to u fasten your bikini top, making you place each hand on your boobs, hoping you wouldn't flash anyone, "Mick! You could've warned me!", you swatted his arm, not missing his smirk, "I just want to you to be protected everywhere, liebling", he said nonchalantly, rubbing the product before spraying it on your butt, "you have this really tiny piece that I love, but I can't risk you getting burnt either", he said, looking around as he bent down to kiss just over your bikini bottoms.

You were laying on the lounging area of the yacht, faintly hearing Esteban sing loudly (and terribly) to some song you couldn't point, your head on Mick's chest while your leg was hoisted up on middle section, his fingers tracing the stretch marks on your thighs wirh a soft touch, "it tickles", you giggled, running your hand on his chest, "but it doesn't hurt you, right? I quite enjoy to do this, but I don't want to make it uncomfortable for you", he muttered, kissing the top of your head, "it's fine, just thought they would be bumpy and weird for you", you mumbled, receiving a weird look from your boyfriend, "Y/N, I love you. I love all of you, and I love how your moles and stretchmarks and birthmarks make you you. And these", he traced the stretchmarks again, "they always go lighter in the summer, or the rest of your skin darkens I guess, and they glisten in the sunlight, and you look so beautiful. It's just another point that proves that you are, in fact, an angel that was sent to me and I couldn't be more grateful".

"Here you go", you said, holding Mick's cup on your hand while you poured the alcoholic mixture on it, handing it to him so you could share the drink once you reached your previous spot on the yacht.

Esteban had some friends over and the party was on a roll, dancing and drinks being refilled as they yelled random lyrics you wouldn't be able to understand even if you wanted to given the mixture of accents and foreign languages. And you and Mick had been in the middle of all of it for a while, deciding now to hang out in a quieter part of the yacht, sitting in the lounge sofa and enjoying the sunset, "you look beautiful, liebling", Mick began, his hand coming near your face to tuck a strand of your curly hair behind your ear, "so do you, my love", you mumbled, a little bit tipsy, kissing his cocktail flavoured lips and keeping your hand in his cheek, craddling his face to take in all his beauty. It didn't matter that you had been dating him, like many people often joked about, since you were in diapers, you could never get over how delicate and expressive his eyes were, how soft his cheeks were, how living his smile was. To you, he was simply the most handsome, and you thanked your lucky stars everyday that he was yours to appreciate like this.

"You're really tanned, my love", you mused, rubbing your thumb on his cheeks, "You look like a golden chicken nugget", you giggled, bringing a smile to your boyfriend's face, "perfectly crispy outside and chewy soft on the inside? I thought you preferred when I was har-", he blurted, only stopping when you clasped your hand on top of his mouth, his dirty comment muffled on your palm, "Mick Schumacher! You kiss your mother with that mouth?!", you scolded, "liebling, you know how I can do a lot with this mouth, especially when it comes to you", he teased you, his hands pulling you to sit on his lap, peppering your neck with kisses, "since you're so eager, care to show me those skills tonight?".

"I'm going to brush my hair and then we can leave", you announced to the rest of the group, Mick coming right behind you so he could get dressed to go out too, having decided to stay in comfier clothes until everyone was finally ready to leave.

You were brushing your hair and putting some product in it, the constant sun and salty water combination needing some extra products that usual so your hair wouldn't dry out, splitting your hair to your usual parting and heading to the room so you could grab your sandals, seeing Mick in his outfit for the evening. You gulped, and probably louder than you anticipated since your boyfriend looked at you with concern, "are you okay? Did you have something that didn't settle well in your tummy?", he said, his ring cladded hands coming to rub your lower stomach, not knowing the impact it was clearly having on you, "I'm good, I'm good", you muttered, managing to put your sandals on while you looked at your boyfriend, the black and white outfit complimenting his tanned skin in the most perfect way, the added silver jewellery catching your eye.

Mick was heading for the bathroom, brushing his hair with his fingers and you just about caught him about to grab some hair gel, "No!", you blurted, "can you leave it soft? Pretty please?", you pouted, fumbling your fingers around his blond hair, "do you like it?", he said, looking at the adoration in your eyes, "what? The hair? Or the outfit? Or the fact that my boyfriend looks insanely good and I have to go out with his friends for a bit before I can get you all to myself?", you questioned, lacing your hands around his neck and kissing his jaw, "c'mon, I want to take a picture of you looking like this. Me and your mother need to gossip about how handsome you look and I need to have this materialised forever in my phone", you urged him, holding his hand and making him go and take pictures at sunset.

#mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fic #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher fanfic #mick schumacher fluff #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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love-toxin · 2 years

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besite Stevie being into MILFS is so on brand with him, his eyes go wide when he sees how swollen their breasts are full of milk like googoo gaga in his empty brain 🫢🍼 plus I think he would appreciate mature bodies, ya know? Pumping out babies one after the other leaves women's bodies full of stretchmarks and some pudge on the tummy. He is king of praise and worship for all milfs 🥰

BABE HE REALLY IS......like....listen. i could talk about Steve loving milfs forever. Steve has so much love for the uncomfortable parts of life, especially bringing life into the world. girls with "perfect" bodies are cool and all, but how can he resist the warmth of a motherly woman? someone capable of so much care and love and so deserving of it back? he'd just love to spoil some cute milf with time and love and money and watch your face light up whenever he comes around to help out with your kids. it fuels him.

plus, it's so hard for him to resist certain aspects of it. your boobs getting all swollen and full, obviously, but also the embarrassment when you start leaking through your bra and have to cover your shirt in public is soooooo fucking hot to him, makes his pants all tight instantly. and god knows how many ugly scars he has himself, but yours are so pretty, your stretchmarks like strokes of a paintbrush down your belly and your boobs and your legs. just wants to kiss them and run his tongue along each one. definitely gets annoyed when people try to recommend you stretchmark creams or "mommy skin repair" products because you don't need them, why would you? your body's produced a whole human, obviously it's gonna change and you don't need to try and get your "youthful" body back. don't ever explain the husband stitch to him either because he'll actually get so mad that people really do that.

ALSO. such a weak spot for soft bellies. postpartum tummies his love. shoves his face in your belly when he's cuddling and nuzzles it so much, paws at the pudge there because it's so damn cute. he loves your baby fat and whines whenever you talk about needing to get your figure back, because you don't want people to think you've let yourself go after having your kids. Steve will straight up look up at your from where he's got his nose smushed into your belly and say "but i still gotta put my baby in here 🥺" and it just pulls you right back in. he's just so adoring and loves it all so much, plus, with you already having kids he can mark off a couple spaces from those six little nuggets he wants--with you, he's got a head start! and you know he's got the money to support all those other little kiddos he's gonna have with you, so there's nothing stopping him from making you a mommy over and over again ♡

#DADDY STEVE MY LOVE.....he makes me feel things. so do milfs #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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faerienextdoor · 3 years

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pastas and your insecurities

tw: i think depictions/descriptions of stretch marks may trigger some people! and mentions of scars, but no specification

Brian, cellulite and stretchmarks:

- he is a gentle himbo soul. He calls your stretch marks your lovemarks and lightning bolts.

- he loves the bumps and grooves on the back of your comfy thighs. thighs he's constantly found himself resting his head in when his head rumbled and ached from a migraine.

- you're a gift to him and the world.

- and he wants you to feel like you're perfect. because you are, to him.

- during cuddle time, he rests his head on your tummy, snuggled between your thighs.

- he'll lift your shirt and kiss the marks that travel up your tummy, and smile at you as his kisses tickle your soft skin

- "have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

- he asks that so innocently and with so much sincerity. it can melt the hardest of asses.

- he is your personal hype man! If you wear something you usually wouldn't, he'd stop to stare for a while at first

- then breaks out in a giant happy grin, and pulls you into him.

- grabs your hand, and spins you around.

- all that shit. so he can get a good look at you

- kisses the crown of your head gently

- "how did I ever get so lucky?"

jeff, and scars:

- his initial reaction is to laugh off your insecurities

- he's used to joking around what he hated about himself and knows he doesn't want anyone delving in, and finds it more comforting for them to laugh it off with him

- but the laughter dies down and the smiling bastard is frowning at you now

- he knows what it's like to hate your scars. He's picked and tried to scrape off his own burnt flesh, and made them worse in the bed.

- "what the fuck are you on about? c'mere"

- he aggressively loves you. He doesn't want you to feel like how he feels about himself.

- he'll kiss any patch of scarred skin he has permission to and can get to. even if it's an awkward place, his thin lips are pressing his love to them.

- "beautiful. gorgeous. handsome. I could never get enough of you"

- he mutters compliments to you and holds you, pressing his face into the curve of your neck. he breathes in your smell and let's it out in a soft sigh

- "never talk bullshit about yourself again, you got it?"

- he won't take any of your negativity from then on out

- in his eyes: he's the only one who can tease you

Tim, stretch marks and thighs:

- he's a big dude himself. and in the best, most pleasant way.

- he has muscle + fat. a good mix that has made him the best cuddle buddy

- you've told him yourself. So why do you put yourself down for what you love about him?

- he loves how cats can curl so happily on your sun soaked lap in middle of summer

- he loves your beautiful marks, and finds them to be so unique and beautiful on you

- the deep grooves he can't keep his hands away from when you're cuddled (skin to skin, or with very little clothes)

- he looks you in the eyes and gently tells you how you make him feel

- "you make me the happiest I've been in... a long time."

- Masky loves your form too. He loves how it looks in tims shirts or a tight fitting outfit.

- masky rests his heavy head in your lap in the most annoying way.

- I'm talking about forcing himself in your personal space, just for some sugar

- and he's content laying there for /hours/

- and you bet your ass you're not moving an INCH unless you threaten to piss on the couch/bed

- "gorgeous"

- he compliments you in a blunt way

- and when you feel especially down, you'll find extra shiny rocks in your pockets

jane, voice:

- she could listen to your voice for hours

- or the rest of eternity

- and she damn well should

- when she's stressed and unable to nap, she'll beg you to tell her how your day has been. and in the most detailed way imaginable. tell her which direction the blender spun when it churned up your fruity smoothie

- and pretty soon her eyes are fluttering shut and sleep is welcoming her like an old friend

- "oh dearie, want to talk about it?"

- she sets everything aside for you. she wants you to spill your feeling guts out so she can make sense of it all. it doesn't make sense. your voice soothes her and makes her feel so happy. it's tender and gentle on her canals.

- she holds your hands and makes you look her in the eyes. she tells you how she sometimes can't sleep without you talking to her. she's fallen asleep countless times by your side because of your voice alone

- and she swears you are an angel from above with an voice as soothing and musical as yours.

- when she misses any of your calls, she'll pray that you left her a voicemail

- and instead of texting, she'll call to hear your voice. even if it's a simple topic that can be solved better through messages

Helen, hip dips/tummy:

- you're like the most perfectly sculpted statue to him. or a portrait made with the best paints and spent the most amount of time on

- he's breathless by your beauty constantly

- and he's a flustered blubbering mess. unable to find his words or compose himself when you so much as smile at him

- god knows how he managed to land a date with you. or a committed relationship.

- he begs to paint you and that's when the topic comes up

- he sits there and listens patiently, frowning more and more as you spill your squishy heart out to him

- he's silent for a moment

- "but I think you're beautiful."

- he isn't sure how to say it. but to him, god spent the most time on you

- you stun him anytime you enter a room

- and he takes extra care of you. he makes sure to compliment you more and more, hoping his words and the love he manages to shower you in is enough to mend you

- it probably isn't, because that might not be how it works for everyone, but he's trying and will do anything it takes for his lovely

- he's extra touchy, hugging you closer. you can feel his heart beating against your back as he holds you to him, back to his chest.

- "you always look so beautiful without even trying... how?"

- and he kisses you

- you'll get some good ol' helen lovin'

Ben, acne/eczema:

- let's get something straight first: he's a tit. a whole one. he's teased you before but never jabbed at insecurities

- and he did it to show his love at first

- but here you are, mumbling about how you hate your acne and the deep scars it's left on your back and face.

- "that just means your skin is oily"

"I wish it wasn't. it makes me look /ugly/"

- he stops right then and there, turning to stare at you like you insulted his entire family tree

- and you may as well have

- he tells you to never say that again and doesn't listen to excuses

- takes your face in his hands and makes you swear on it

- he kisses all over your face

- "I'll do face masks and shit with you if it'll make you happy"

- and he follows through with that!

- when he's at the store he buys new products to try, and he reassures you that your skin will get better eventually when you're upset over his glow

- he had a hell of a lot of acne when he was alive and a thriving teen

- and he can't find words to explain how beautiful you are to him

- you just are and he assumes it's common knowledge

- to you and everyone else

- he won't let you talk shit about yourself, and won't let anyone else do that either

LJ, face shape/proportions:

- he just frowns insecurities at first

- isn't there more to worry about?

- he sees it genuinely dishearten you and softens. he gently takes his claws through your hair, mumbling about how he didn't know it bothered you so much

- "...but it's.. your face?"

- he winces at his own stupidity and inability to comfort someone else

- he lets you ramble it all out and tells you the hard truth: there isn't a lot you can do. plastic surgery is expensive and often gets botched, and there's people out there who'd kill for a face like your own

- he's a hard ass but a very very loveable one

- he kisses you and holds you to him, telling you that he loves you over and over

- the next day he's arranged a day to yourself so you aren't stressing your weak squish brain.

- he's taken care of your household responsibilities for you and brings in your favorite snacks

- puts on your favorite show or movie and cuddles you the rest of the day

- he holds you so securely and protectively, even when it's just the two of you

- no one will get their hands on you or make you feel bad about yourself

- not whole, he still has a good ass kicking in him left.

Toby, and scars:

- he knows what it's like. he has scars up and down his arms and over his back from the car wreck and faint ones on the side of his fingers from how he tore his skin down to the bone with his his teeth

- he doesn't take the same approach as jeff, and instead wants you to talk it all out and cry until you're exhausted

- he tells you every scar has a story and he loves yours

- because it brought you right to him

- and he couldn't have made it through most of the shit he has without you.

- "I l-luh-love you"

- you make him feel better about himself and he wants you to feel the same way with him

- he'll gently brush his fingers across your scars, tough so light and airy you can barely feel it

- he's always ready to listen to how you got them

- no matter how stupid or not badass the story may be, he's invested because you're his storybook

- and he can't wait to dig in and read it again and again

Ej, big nose:

- he's always found himself gazing at your profile from his spot. anytime he can see it, he traces it silently with just his eyes

- and he looks away flustered

- he thinks it's fits your face. he doesn't take listening to you talk about a nose job or anyone else's straight bridged nose

- yours is perfect and he can't picture you with another one

- he lifts his mask and presses a kiss to the bridge or the tip of it often

- and he loves watching your face flush red in reaction

- "I think it looks lovely on you"

- and he'll tell you that every single day if he has to

- with him being an immortal demon means he has plenty of time

- as long as you're glued to his side he's telling you how much he adores the features that are plastered to your face

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neokollection · 4 years

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Reaction To Their S/O Feeling Ugly While Pregnant

WayV

‘hi if you get the chance could you please do a wayv version of “s/o feels ugly while pregnant” reaction? i really enjoyed the first two parts! thank you 💕💕💕’ NCT 127/U ver. is here~

Kun:

He’d be such a good dad-

You let the pads of your fingertips trace down the stretchmarks among the side of your stomach- You’d tried a variety of lotions & oils known for reducing scar visibility and yet they were still very much present. With a sigh you rubbed the oil in as you examined yourself in the mirror. Would you ever be able to get rid of them-? It donned on you once again how nearly impossible it could be regain your previous body.

The ajar door opened slowly, revealing your fiancé, his eyes questioning and brows raised.

“Yes?”

He gave his usual gentle smile, “I was just checking in on you- You’ve been in here for a while.”

“Oh-”

You hadn’t realized how long you’d been in there, having showered, shaved, and lazily towel dried your hair, you stood in front of the mirror for a matter of minutes in your joggers and bralette. He also took notice of your appearance, skin glowing with moisture, lips rosy, hair damp, droplets of water decorating your soft shoulders, the valley of your breasts calling to him, the large swell of your stomach reminding him you were the mother of his child. Words couldn’t express how he felt just looking at you- He slipped in, his grin growing as he positioned himself behind you, his hands sliding along your very bloated waist to the front of your balloon of a stomach. His hands were so much warmer and larger than yours.

“You smell good,” he noted, pressing his cheek to your damp hair, his breath tickling your ear.

His hands continued to roam along your stomach, his rougher fingertips glossing over the stretchmarks at your side repeatedly, the patterned indentations rapturing his attention.

“I can’t get rid of them,” you informed, lips pulling into a frown.

“You don’t have to,” he informed softly, his mesmerized hands tracing over them once more.

“Even after-” you choked up, “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to go back to normal.”

The wells in your eyes spilled over, causing you to bring your hands to your face.

“Shh,” he coaxed, his hands going to your own as he turned turned your head gently, causing your feet to take tiny steps until you faced him, immediately letting your head fall to his shoulder.

“You’re perfect now- You were perfect before- And you’ll be perfect after,” he reminded, referring to your body, “You’re so beautiful, you have no idea-”

Ten:

Any chance he could, Ten would have his cheek pressed to your stomach, the small bump having enraptured his attention for the past months. He listened intently for signs of life, his hand going to rest of the expanse of your stomach, patiently awaiting a kick. At first it was quite endearing, but with time you felt more self-conscious as he’d lift the front of your shirt up.

Today he was feeling quite lovey, having been wrapped around you since he came home. His damp hair tickled your skin, his scent vanilla- You were glad he’d showered before climbing into bed with you, but wish he’d dried his hair. He pressed a tender kiss to your collar before nuzzling into your neck, drawn to the warmth as his hand slid from the mound of your stomach to your chest, giving one of your clothed breasts a gentle squeeze-

“Ten,” you whined slightly, shying away from the droplets of cold water that greeted you.

Reaching down as he hummed, he started pulling the front of your shirt up. With a kiss to your jaw he drew back- Before he could feast his eyes on the glory of your tummy you pushed your shirt back down, attempting to sit up slightly. Confused, he held your gaze for a long moment of silence, trying to decipher if you were mad at him, if he’d done something wrong.

“I’m not in the mood,” you informed, breaking eye contact for a brief moment.

Registering your words, he open but shut his mouth before breaking into a beautiful smile, collapsing toward you with a light chuckle.

“That’s okay,” he replied, wrapping himself around your arm as he snuggled closer childishly, “I just want to be with you~”

He expected a reaction, a smile or giggle, even a roll of your eyes would suffice, instead you sighed quietly, turning your gaze from him.

“Um,” he began, “Am I being annoying or something-? You seem upset...” he trailed off.

You couldn’t think of how to express yourself, replying with a simple, “No,” with a voice crack- You now turned your face fully from him, knowing what would come next, tears.

“Baby,” he called, his tone serious, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m so ugly,” you whispered- “I’ve gotten so fat-”

Ten wore an incredulous expression, judging you.

“What are you talking about?”

You couldn’t reply, you didn’t want to be a crying mess.

He wrapped himself around your body, leg draping over your hip, you were surprised he had the strength to pull your body into his own.

“No, you’re not-”

You still couldn’t reply, taking deep breaths to calm yourself and dry your eyes.

“I love you,” he reminded, pressing a kiss to your temple as he held you.

WinWin:

“Some girls you just can’t tell if they’re pregnant or just fat,” your friend ranted, stabbing another french fry with her fork before enlarging her eyes, “But like you- I can obviously tell you’re just pregnant,” she added in attempt to not be offensive. Yikes.

A dinner with friends was fun for the most part, but there were certainly characters who had rather strong opinions- Lately you simply felt you were matured, in different places in life- Less of a connection.

Distracted, she began to ramble about something else and you noticed Sicheng refill your glass of water. You hardly had an appetite, taking small bites of food before downing your water.

“Why don’t you eat more?” Sicheng prodded gently, leaning into your side.

“I’m not hungry.”

He pursed his lips in response, struggling for a moment for how he should proceed. Perhaps you didn’t like the meal, with his fork a stabbed a piece of your calzone, seemed fine. Using his fork to push your food aside he scraped some pieces of steak from his plate.

“Sicheng,” you fought, not wanting him to waste his food on you.

“Try it-”

“You should just-”

“Eat,” he ordered, more authoritative this time.

With your fork you toyed with your food as Sicheng engaged in a new conversation.

As were pulling on your coat you could tell Sicheng was in a mood- Likely because you didn’t listen to him, idly pushing the food around your plate. You knew once you were in the car with him he’d expect an explanation.

“You have to eat more-”

“I feel sick when I eat too much,” you retorted.

He gave a small sigh- You knew your body better than he did, but he still was worried for both of you, casting a quick glace at your belly.

“Is it because of what your friend said?”

“No!” you argued defensively, crossing your arms- He’d caught you.

“Babe,” he spoke, his voice low.

You couldn’t help but look at him for longer than you should have, the blurring lights of the city behind him fading as his masculine profile ensnared your attention, a hand on the wheel.

“Forget what she said- You’re beautiful,” he praised, eyes on the road, “You have to eat well, for both of you.”

His free hand stretched out to feel your bump- Mentally he promised himself he’d keep an even closer eye on you.

Lucas:

“Boy or Girl?” the elderly woman behind the register cheerfully asked.

Taken slightly aback you unconsciously placed your hand upon your stomach.

“Not sure yet,” you informed politely with a forced smile.

Lucas stood proudly next to you, a dumb smile playing on his face as he fished out his wallet.

“Well, you must have some prediction,” she yammered, “Mothers’ intuition!”

“I’m not sure,” you chuckled.

“A boy,” Lucas cheered quietly from beside you causing the elderly woman to smile.

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, collecting the bags momentarily before your big strong boyfriend took them from stand, shooting you a look so as to ask why you even thought about carrying heavy grocery bags. A few strides in front of him and you were turning to him as the automatic doors parted.

“Is it that obvious?”

Though you were showing some, you thought the relatively loose sweater hid you enough- You still weren’t completely comfortable with the idea of being so... pregnant. Time was going so fast you felt yourself bloat day by day, suddenly you were walking around with a big bump to match the big oaf you were with.

Lucas’ eyes flitted around as he tried to figure out what you meant, a blank expression present as he waited for a car to pass.

“That she could tell I was pregnant...”

He gave you a once over followed by a nod and a hum of affirmation. You pursed your lips slightly before they puffed out in a small pout.

Pulling the seatbelt over yourself you were once again reminded of the large bump. You suddenly felt much fatter than you’d previously thought... Every so often Lucas cast you glances, noticing your quiet demeanor. He remained quiet for a long while, just taking in the atmosphere, mulling over what he should do or say- If he’d done anything to cause the situation or if was simply baby-hormones... Once home to two of you quietly put the groceries away, Lucas trying to make idle conversation, but your mood was just down...

Finally, he asks what’s wrong. You shake your head, but he knows something’s up so he keeps pestering about it, asking if it was him or-

“Nothing! I just don’t feel ready or good or anything!” you burst.

He tries his best to piece together what you mean, scratching his head slightly.

“Not ready for the baby?” he asks, stepping closer to look down at you closely, his large hands going to the front of your bump.

“I wasn’t ready to be pregnant and now I- It’s going so fast and- I feel so ugly and I didn’t think I was showing so much, but now everyone knows and I-”

He quieted you by moving his hands to either side of your face, pulling you into his chest gently. He didn’t say much, just held you, letting you whine into his chest in frustration.

He’d let you get it out and later try to cheer you up by being dorky and sweet then shower you in compliments like ‘uR the MoSt BeAUtiFuL gOrL N dA w0rLd BABIEE!’ Eventually I think he’d take on a more serious tone as well and tell you seriously you’re doing amazing and so beautiful, he loves you so much.

XiaoJun:

okay, this one is less planned & romantic tbh, but this is like my worst nightmare as a vain hoe..

No, that couldn’t be right- You were NOT pregnant. You’d always used condoms... There was still a chance, but so small you never thought it’d be you... You’d go out and buy another one. Maybe this test was just a dud- Yet there was a gnawing feeling in the back of your mind, you’d missed your period and felt pretty sick, which was why you’d chosen to take the test in the first place. What if you were pregnant? What would you do? The father could only be DeJun (or should we call him XiaoJun), your boyfriend of two years. What would he do? What would your parents do...? Neither of you were ready for that. You weren’t ready for that... Imagining yourself bloated and pregnant made you want to shrink into a ball. That couldn’t be you. You weren’t ready for your life to end so quickly. You saw the man you’d been waiting for, adjusting the strap of his shoulder bag as he perused the library in search of you.

“Xiao!” you called out in a rather loud whisper, trying to be discreet. Perhaps it’d been a bad idea to take the pregnancy test in the university bathroom

Once he saw you he bounded over to you, his thick brows knitting together once he saw your frazzled expression.

“So, where did you want to go? I was kind of craving Pho-”

You’d called him over but now you weren’t sure what to say... You couldn’t just tell him point blank right here- Should you?

“Or...” he pondered, taking in your silence, “Pizza?”

Yep, if you were with him you’d definitely get fat- Knowing him he’d want to do everything for you and pamper you even more than he already does- Definitely one to give into your cravings. It was still so early on, yet you were already too deep down the rabbit-hole.

“I- don’t want to- Do you know how many calories that is-?”

“So... You never cared before,” he teased, “Are you on a diet or something,” he asked hesitantly, his expression flattening.

You were still thinking what to do.

“You don’t need to,” he added, clasping your hands in his own, swinging them idly by your hips as he puffed out his lower lip.

OMG so, doesn’t exactly fit the scenario I guess, but it’s really hard to not make it repetitive,,, but you KNOW he’d be so caring and supportive. He’d tell you over and over you’re still just as pretty as before and that you’re overthinking, but if it’d make you feel better he’d assist you with dieting or light exercise, just to make your mental feel a bit better.

Hendery:

“Do you think I’ll be a good dad?”

You nearly choked on the M&M between your lips at his sudden question.

“I think,” you paused, imaging him with a child in his arms for a moment, “I think you’ll be an amazing dad! I wouldn’t have let you get me pregnant otherwise-”

He guffawed, his chest vibrating against your back on the sofa as his forehead fell to the nape of your neck, his hand stilling on your hump as he collected himself. You giggled with him for a moment, eyes trained on the television as you dipped your hand into the bag of M&M’s once more.

“And I think you’ll be a great mom,” he informed, causing a blush to dust your cheeks.

At times it still felt unreal, that the two of you would be parents in just a few short months- Though technically you already were.

“I can imagine it,” he murmured, resting his cheek upon your hair as he spooned you, the television simply background noise as the two of you attempted to picture your futures.

Though you knew there were more important things than appearance, you couldn’t help but imagine yourself next to Hendery, married with a child... Though before being pregnant you still felt your body wasn’t good enough, you now realized how much you’d taken for granted - You couldn’t even wear pants comfortably... You wanted to envision yourself as your previous weight and body, but what if you could never- What if you could never feel confident again...?

“What are you thinking about?” Hendery prodded, just from his voice you could tell he was smiling.

“Nothing.”

Even though it gnawed at you, you felt stupid- It wasn’t important, but it was something you tended to selfishly hyper-focus on. You knew if you told Hendery he’d brush your worries aside, he was rather biased in that regard. You wondered if he saw envisioned you as back at your former weight or-? What sort of expectation did he have?

“I love you,” he murmured, almost tickling you with the way his fingers crawled across you, his bare feet toying with your own.

He had a way of putting all your worries to ease without trying- Without even telling him your concerns you felt relieved and loved. Turning a bit clumsily in his arms you faced him, his smile growing as your bump knocked into him.

idk im just super soft for him okayyyyyyyyyyy and trust him with my life

YangYang:

He’s so baby, I can’t imagine it-

You had a hard time seeing your own feet, craning your neck to see the numbers on the scale. With an exhale you stepped off. It was the heaviest you’d ever been; it was to be expected that you’d gain weight carrying a child and all, but seeing the digits didn’t feel great either.

“Oh- 2 kilograms (4.4 lbs) since last week- Our boy is growing big and strong,” YangYang smiled excitedly, his hand going to your stomach out of habit.

You weren’t so sure it was the baby growing- It was probably just you- The late night binges you’d had over the weekend making you feel nauseous just thinking about-

“Woah!” he exclaimed, steadying you for a moment.

“I’m fine,” you assured, voice bland.

“Let’s sit down,” he suggested, expression etched with concern.

If you fell, there’d be no promise he could come to your rescue- You felt you’d probably squash him.

“I’ve got you,” he assured nonetheless.

At your side he held your hip, his other holding your hand as he guided you from the bathroom. You just wanted to climb into bed, your eyes felt heavy.

“Easy,” he coaxed, positioning you to sit down on the side of the bed slowly.

Your own strength was zapped, unable to even push yourself to the pillows. He hesitated to even leave you, but quickly side-stepped to your other side, his back facing the headboard as he reached down, scooping you into his arms princess-style, sliding you upwards into a comfortable position as he knelt on the mattress. Your hand gripped his denim jacket deathly, scared for a moment he would drop you or fall into you due to your imbalance of weight.

“I’ve got you,” he repeated, having no trouble.

He knew you were probably just scared in the moment, but he wanted you to trust and rely on him.

“I’m heavy-”

“Not really,” he retorted, comfortably positioning the pillows behind you for a moment.

“Actually,” his actions stilled, “I’m worried about you- You’ve become thinner,” he explained, pinching the flesh of your upper arm softly. He was just worried for both your health and the baby’s.

#yea can u tell i def ran out of ideas lowkey #wayv #wayv reaction #wayv fluff #nct #nct reaction #nct fluff #wayv angst #nct angst #?maybe #dad nct #dad wayv #lucas reaction #xiaojun reaction #kun reaction #winwin reaction #ten reaction #yangyang reaction #hendery reaction

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whatcouldgowrong-ohthat · 3 years

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Pillows, Curves, and Kisses (Scott Lang x Plussize!reader)

Anon Request: “ I just saw your new Scott x Reader stuff and I'd like to request some fluff where the Reader is being insecure about their scars but Scott is there to prove them how beautiful they are with their scars (and maybe kisses the scars too) 🥺 “

Dialogue Prompts from Nonnie: 7 “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.” 9 “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.” 13 “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

Summary: Scott learns something new about Y/N and wants to take her mind off of it.

Word Count: 820 words

Warnings: ALL THE FLUFF, and reader insecurities

Pairing: Scott Lang x Reader

The relationship wasn’t new, but they were still figuring it out. They were still learning what they did and didn’t like. Still learning how the other took their coffee, which side of the bed they slept on, and just how many pillows the other liked sleeping with.

Little things like that? It became a competition of who was learning what the fastest.

There was something different about tonight. Scott had learned something new. It wasn’t a like or a dislike. No, it was something else. An insecurity he didn’t know existed. He watched from the bed, knowing she was unaware of his curiosity. She probably thought he was already claiming pillows before she could steal them all.

Instead, he was watching her. Watching the way her eyes seemed to loathe the appearance of her scars – both from missions and from having the beautiful curves he adored so much. Her face was contorted in…disgust? He sat up, the sheets falling around his naked torso as she pinched here and there.

“Y/N?”

She jumped, eyes flitting to the mirror and catching sight of his reflection. Her cheeks heated, embarrassed that she had been caught in such a moment of self-loathing. Normally, Y/N was confident. She embraced her curves and had not a care in the world about what people thought of her.

But there were nights like tonight…where that little voice in her head got a bit too loud.

He inched to the edge of the bed as she grabbed her sleep shirt and tugged it on. Finally joining him in the bedroom, she was surprised when he grabbed her hands and tugged her between his legs. “What are you doing, Scotty?”

“I was just about to ask you that.” He smiled, hands moving to her naked thighs and roaming. It sent shivers up her spine.

Teeth catching her bottom lip, she tried swatting at his hands. “Scott, you don’t have to do that.”

“I know.” His fingers brushed the edge of her shirt, pushing it higher and higher. “I like touching you. I like your body and I love your curves.”

A pained smile curved her lips, closer to a grimace than the one that glowed. The one he adored so much. He kissed her tummy through her shirt, eyes watching the way her skin flushed. She bit her lip when his fingers brushed over a few stretchmarks. He didn’t have to do this and yet…here he was. Touching and loving her, showing her how much he adored everything about her.

Slowly, Scott pulled her onto the bed. He moved on top of her and started placing loud, obnoxious kisses all over her face.

Y/N laughed, turning her head this way and that in an attempt to get away, but she was caged between his arms.

“Stop moving!” He laughed, blowing a raspberry into her shoulder and earning a shrill giggle.

Snorting, Y/N attempted to grab his face. “You’re an idiot!”

“But you love me,” he reminded her, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

It continued like that. His playfulness silencing her insecurities. Her laughter making his heart swell with pride.

Finally, when he believed she was relaxed enough, he tugged her shirt up. Her laughter fell silent, a sort of hesitancy lingering as she waited for what he would do next.

Watching her, Scott placed kisses over each and every scar. Whether a stretchmark, cellulite, or from a mission gown awry – he didn’t care. He wanted her to see, to know, how much he adored her. She was relaxing underneath his touches. Comforted by him.

Scott wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her tummy as his fingers traced patterns along her ribcage. They were surrounded in a cocoon of warmth between sheets and pillows, loving every moment of it. He listened to her heartbeat, humming softly as she tugged the pillows close.

“What are you doing,” she murmured, running her fingers through his hair.

With eyes closed, Scott mumbled, “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

Y/N giggled, nails running between his shoulders and sending a shiver down his spine. He was so relaxed. They both were. How he managed to make her feel so…comfortable….so safe…she didn’t know. But god, she loved him all the more for it. “Scott?” His name was soft on her lips, a mere mumble. But then she heard his snores and realized he was already very much asleep.

She smiled, nose scrunching as she watched him. He was so…adorable. And such a dork.

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much,” she admitted to no one, cheek nuzzling into her pillow.

Maybe some day she would admit the truth to him. She could tell him just how deep her love and adoration ran. But for now, she would simply appreciate the warmth and comfort that came from just being.

Being with him.

#scott lang x reader #scott lang #scott lang x plussize!reader #scott lang x curvy!reader #marvel #marvel au #mcu

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luminnara · 3 years

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Do scars and stretch marks matter in the porn industry? Do they get in the way?

so, i really cannot speak for the 'mainstream' industry (like the major companies that hire 'stars'), as I've always been a completely independent creator. For them, things like that may matter...BUT. as of late, and with the rise of subscription based sites like onlyfans, those big companies pay less and less and therefore matter less and less.

SO. that being SAID.

no.

i know a lot of people who edit out their scars and stretchmarks. they do it out of both personal comfort, and out of a desire to reach a larger audience, but in MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, they do not make or break you. keep in mind i am in no way famous or rich, but i am able to make adult content full time and can still afford to do stuff like go on vacations and take university classes (which in the US is a big ol bill lol), so i do like to think i know a thing or two. just keep in mind that this is all sorta subjective, and my experience may not be universal!

i, PERSONALLY,, have lots of stretchmarks! i have a big ass, so i have stretchmarks on my hips/butt/thighs. i also gained a lot of weight during quarantine, and have lots of red and purple marks on my tummy. i have also recently lost about 20 lbs of that weight, so i'm sorta like...flabby, in the tummy pouch zone. i also have a MASSIVE scar that runs horizontally across my back, from a series of operations i had as an infant. none of these things have greatly impacted my success.

what HAS impacted it are things like my activity on social media (being very active vs mostly absent), my personality (acting like everything is super fun and fine and happy vs being a downer), and productivity (making content regularly vs slowing down on video releases). my business model focuses a lot around getting to know my clients and making them personalized content, so i think my 'blemishes' don't necessarily have a huge impact on that. for someone who doesn't get as personal with their followers, it could potentially impact them a lot more. all in all, i have ALWAYS said that if you're an independent creator in the adult industry, you want to cultivate a following that likes you for YOU. there are SO many people in the industry, and you have to find ways to set yourself apart from them and get your followers to like you for your own specific reasons!

all that being said, i can tell you that the MILF thing is huge right now, and people who love breeding/pregnancy/milfs/cougars tend to love stretchmarks too. i think in general, the people who are willing to pay for xxx content are willing to be more like, real? about human bodies. like, the ones who pay, i e the ones who MATTER in that context, are generally the ones who are like 'yeah i love seeing real, unedited, sexy bodies!'

so, all in all, in my experience, they don't really matter!

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berri-hopefulspouse · 3 years

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Okokokay. So I nEED to go on a tangent in regards to this post because I have a lOT TO SAY that the tags cannot contain. Because most of my main f/o's are super insecure abt one thing or another, and goddamnit if that post isn't the sweetest fucking thing ever-

If y'all have any other of my f/i'd you want me to answer,,, lmk.

Shane

So with Shane particularly, hes generally pretty self conscious because depression sUCKS and what is self esteem.

But I'd say the likelihood is it's mostly in regards to his weight and how it's distributed- mainly around his stomach (Beer belly.png)

To be fair this is a somewhat more intimate spot, but goddamnit my s/i will still do it even in less intimate moments.

Especially when cuddling. Which is a good 85% of the day as it is.

At first he'd get extremely flustered by it, and thrown off guard. But overtime just calm down- probably laugh about it a bit, and continue with whatever he was doing prior.

There's also likely a few instances where he mistook what they were doing for something else. Which can go one of two ways depending on the day. I'll let you figure out the rest.

That isnt to say Shane doesn't get back at them though. Particularly with my SDV s/i- around their s/h scars & stretchmarks.

Despite their self esteem issues; that's more around their personality than their body- they're quite confident no matter what they particularly wear. If there IS one thing they're self conscious about though, it's those two things.

The one for obvious reasons; but regarding the stretchmarks... It's just a reminder to them of who they used to be- despite how much more fit they'd get in later years due to their line of work.

Especially after they have their daughter, Nova.

So Shane isnt a particular stranger to his partner's self conscious things. And he absolutely uses it to get revenge because- unlike him- they always have the same flustered reaction as if it's the first time he did this.

It's a good ego booster, flustering them in general. Even if it's way-too-easy to do so.

...Not that he'll ever admit that though.

Makoto

Makoto's particular self-hated thing was always his freckles. He was made fun of them a lot growing up, ontop of being a more ""boring"" person- so many people have said.

His mother had always tried to reassure him that it's natural to have freckles- after all, they came from her side- but when freckles aren't a prominent thing in many famous people due to a lack of diversity...what's he supposed to do?

At least he always thought of his freckles as a blemish sort of feature until he met them.

I haven't mentioned this a lot yet because it's gonna be brought up in a later story I have yet to post- but he has a LOT of freckles.

Ones that dot across his cheeks and nose, go around his shoulders and the back of his neck, and mostly down his back. There's also freckles along his sides and stomach. But none along his chest, arms, or legs- but some on the knees.

It was this reason- among another, slightly less impromptu reason- that he wore multiple jackets. Why his clothes were always bulky and didn't show much skin aside from his face.

But they always loved his freckles. It wasn't really a talked about thing persay- but they always said at the time they first became an actual couple that they adored him. all of him.

So you best believe any given chance they get they're going to kiss those freckles.

Smooch the face freckles while passing at work. (Or during meetings, which usually gets them both in trouble but. Not like they care-)

Smooch shoulder freckles when getting ready to sleep.

Smooch tummy freckles for other reasons.

They're not gonna let him feel self conscious about one of the things they love about him. Not on their fuckin' watch.

Of course, this is also very much a double edged sword.

Because best believe when he starts returning the favor for all the little things they hate about their body they're going to MELT.

They can't help it. They just love him too much.

If this boy even REMOTELY detects that they're insecure about something that day?

Its like releasing a storm unto itself. He will NOT stop giving them little kisses here and there until they're smiling again.

Besides. It's almost addicting to give them kisses anyway because they always giggle about it.

This- very often- ends up at the end of the day with little play fights as they try to shove him off of them out of shyness. It doesn't work usually because they're too weak from laughing and giggling so hard.

It at least makes him happier to see them smile like that.

Shuichi

With Shuichi, while he is self conscious about his freckles- although they are few, just a bit along his nose, elbows, and knees- he's moreso self conscious about his body type.

Because let's face it... the boy is absOLUTELY a stick.

But this very much gives the gremlin s/i plenty of room to play with and help him with that.

The amount of times hes had to shove them off of him because they were fiddling with his shirt to kiss at his shoulder blades due to the fact they're in public eye is frankly, probably a mix of horrifying but amusing.

He's also pretty self conscious about his hair, so they take way too much time to play with it and ruffle it up and kiss his head.

He's never quite sure how to feel about having them be so affectionate, given their chaotic nature.

...He also hasn't figured out that it's a double edged sword, even if they have very few body insecurities.

Mammon

Despite how Mammon's pride is; he's super self conscious about a lot of things. His body, his personality, his behavior- practically everything.

So there's a lot for them to work with.

Usually though- due to constant exhaustion and such- they stick with just his face. Usually around his eyes. Gentle leedol kisses around his eyes and reassuring him with gentle words and hugs that he's much better than how everyone perceived him to be.

Mammon is much more.. Active in his approach though when it's vice versa.

He'll buy them clothes that show off more skin, he'll have them as a partner in modeling gigs- he'll do practically anything to help their self esteem go up a few notches. They always say his ego needs to be shot down a few pegs; but he KNOWS their ego needs to be raised up a bit too.

Of course, when they're in a much more depressed state than their usual exhausted state- he'll slow down a bit for them and just be there to reassure them. Sometimes he asks what they want from him, so he can help, but sometimes it's not the... best answers.

"Please just... tell me you're tired of me already. I'm just a fucking idiot..." "Uh... Ren, you're really not-"

He's never QUITE sure how to handle it, due to how he was raised but... he's learning. Slowly but surely he's learning to TRULY love himself and to be there so they can love themselves too.

#[ ren rambles ]#[ chicks & cats ]#[ emotionally hopeful ]#[ the weak links ]#[ selfish & selfless ]#long post//#citrus imp tw//#This took a Lot to write mostly because Insecurities are Bitch ✌🏻#But consider this my attempt to believe that my f/os give a shit abt me

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 years

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Nothing Good Happens After Midnight: Eight

“Little Girl!” Hulk was yelling. Roaring over the din of the battle. “Little Girl, Where go?” He’d lost you in the shuffle and it was making him angrier. He’d promised Banner that he would keep you safe. He couldn’t do that if he couldn’t fucking find you.

“Hulk!” Tony shouted, “She’s fine. She’s beating down a couple HYDRA goons.” Hulk nodded and bounded forward, looking for you still. You needed to be protected. Banner said so. And where you were concerned, Hulk and Dr. Robert Bruce Banner were in perfect agreement. You were precious. Valuable. Everything.

When he did find you in the aftermath, standing in the wreckage with a cut on your cheek and several large men with guns dead at your feet he roared, making you jump and turn to face him. “Hey big guy,” you say, wiping blood off your mouth with your sleeve. “I said stay close,” he grumbled, “They look for witch girls.” Hulk knelt to be eye level with you and inspect your injuries, “Banner said I protect you.” You sigh and pat his hand, “Everything is fine, big guy. It’s just a scratch.” He scowled but hugged you carefully anyway. “Hulk not happy with you. But peanut butter cookies should fix.” You smile up at him and he chuckles. “I think I can do that for you.” Hulk put you on his shoulder and you kissed his head as you crossed your feet. He had a knack for knowing when you were struggling to stay on your feet. He was also always careful not to drop you. He put a hand up to steady you if he felt you even slightly wobble on your perch on his broad shoulder. Bruce explained that, to a certain extent, he and the Hulk could communicate and could sometimes share memories. So Hulk knew you were important. The two of them, he explained as you kissed his neck, had decided that you were everything and they were going to protect you.

Now, as the Hulk faded back into Banner on the Quinjet and you sprawled on a bench with Ice on the back of your neck to quell the coming migraine, you were irritated at them both. You understood why the boys were like that. They loved you. You loved them too. But being treated like glass grated. Especially when it was your mission. You were dismantling a spell which was dangerous on its own. You had your hands full without the boys hovering. Bruce sprawled on the bench next to you and buried his face in your abdomen with a groan and you absently petted his hair. Tony walked by, tutting and you casually flipped him off. “Please,” he begged, “Please have sex with the poor man. If he doesn’t get laid soon the sexual frustration might kill him.” You blush and swallow hard, feeling guilty. Bruce nuzzled your stomach and growled, “Tony.” Stark only laughed and stretched, “See, he’s grumpy. All the time.” You roll your eyes, “I’d be grumpy too if I had to listen to you all day.” Usually, you could snark at Tony for hours. You had done on missions before, driving Steve to distraction. But today, your heart isn’t in it. He hit a nerve and guilt is rolling around in your belly. You love Bruce. Really and Truly. But some part of you is stuck. You feel attraction to him but it’s like there’s a block. Clothes start coming off and you freeze. So acutely aware of every scar and every little flaw. Your flaws anyway. Bruce. Bruce was perfect.

You loved his soft tummy and the grey at his temples. The starts of wrinkles. The stretchmarks left behind from how drastically he changed in size when he became the Hulk. You loved those things because he was yours. Bruce had been patient. So fucking patient. Careful not to push. Insistent that he wasn’t angry at you. You could kiss him forever. Bruce was a really good kisser. Intuitive. He could focus on a single kiss forever, longer than you’d have thought possible. He always found just the right spot on your neck. He deserved more. But the second he started sliding your pants over your hips, you froze. He could feel you go from breathless, boneless pleasure to tense anticipation. To Anxiety. He always stopped. Helped you pull your shirt back on and pulled you into his arms while you tried not to cry in frustration.

For once, Tony didn’t keep pressing. He walked away. Bruce nuzzled your stomach and kissed softly, “Baby, it’s okay,” he murmured, “I’m fine.” You sighed and he laid his head back down gently. You were his favorite pillow. Bruce Helped you up to your room so you could change clothes and shower and helped himself to your snacks. He was hungry and you always had nice snacks. When you came out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe and wreathed in steam, he smiled softly. “How are you feeling?” you groan and curl up on his lap. He adjusts you carefully and wraps his arms around you, “What’s wrong, baby?” You sigh, “It’s just a headache.” He frowns and rubs the back of your neck, “Migraine?” he asked. You nod and he hums to himself, settling in for a cuddle. You love being held, especially when you don’t feel well. “Bruce?” you ask softly. “Hmm?” he answered, rubbing your neck. “I’m sorry,” you say softly, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

He rested his cheek against your hair and hushed you softly, “There’s nothing wrong with you, Y/N.” he murmured. “For you, that level of intimacy is important. It signifies a lot of things to you. A commitment. It’s normal that you’d be nervous. Even a little anxious.” He tilted your chin up gently, “We’ll get there, baby. I know we will. And I know that you love me. You show me that every day. Having sex with me or not having sex with me won’t change what I feel. I love you. And I’m not gonna lie, I would love to take you to bed and lose myself in you.” He smiles a little when your cheeks turn pink, “You’re my baby,” he soothes, “I know that you love me. I love you too.” He kisses you softly, “You deserve to give yourself to me on your terms. You deserve silk sheets and roses. Champagne. Romance. Not a quickie somewhere.” You smile a little and he kisses your nose, “Bruce I want-” he kisses you quiet and swats your backside gently, “I know you want me,” he murmurs, “I know you think about how you want me. I also know you’re not ready yet and that’s okay... I’ll just enjoy listening to you talk in your sleep a little longer.” You always had vivid dreams. Really vivid dreams but you didn’t know you talked too. Bruce watches your cheeks get red and chuckles, “You have a filthy mind for a virgin,” he teases gently, “I like it... Though I think that if we were to do some of the things you dream about I’d be in traction for a week.” You can’t help but smile a little. Bruce is charming when he’s like this. Hair a mess and teasing you gently, his voice sinking deeper as he prods at things that make you blush. “Let’s get you laid down,” he says softly, easing you off his lap. “You need rest and I have some things to finish in the lab.”

He tucks you into bed with more kisses and more gentle teasing. Asking you not to say anything dirty until he got back. Once Bruce was satisfied that you were comfortable he slipped back, not to the lab, but to his room. He had a vacation to plan.

Tags: @lancsnerd @stevieang @golddaggers @blameitonthecauseway @qxeen-of-hearts @process-pending @xmarveled

#chubby bruce banner #bruce banner x reader #hulk x reader #hulk #fluff #virgin reader

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apprentice-melphina · 5 years

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can I get uuuuuhhhhhhhh Muriel headcanon for an MC who's fat? Like, Portia sorta body type? I get kinda insecure about my stomach and my lovehandles and such. Can be sfw or nsfw. Also any gender MC is fine with me. Thank you for all you do, darling.

my friend, can you read my mind? I was going to do one with MC with stretchmarks cause I have a lot, so I’ll pepper that in as well. I will try to keep this GN. NSFW in the last bullet. (ps, you’re beautiful, ily!!)

It would honestly not register in Muriel’s mindthat there’s anything different about your body than someone like Asra’s,so long as it’s not physically debilitating (even then, he doesn’t mind andwill help however you need).

He only starts to realize it’s a problem for youby watching you or listening to what you say. He notices you suck in your tummyin the mirror when you get dressed in the morning, how you keep tugging yourshirt over your stomach or arms, or how you always lay an arm across yourstomach to cover your stretchmarks when getting intimate (if you even take yourshirt off). Sometimes you’ll say things like “I can’t wear that because I don’tlike my arms” or talk about your muffin top. He definitely notices all thesethings but doesn’t say anything for a while cause he’s not sure how to bring itup.

Eventually, one morning, when you’re not in arush to get dressed and you’re standing in the mirror, pushing the fat aroundyour thighs to fake a thigh gap, trying to cover up the stretchmarks on yourshoulders with glamor, he’ll ask what you’re doing.

If you’re evasive and try to brush it off, or evenif you’re brutally honest with the fact that you feel uncomfortable about yourpudge, he’ll go really quiet, before almost whispering, “I love all of you. Thoseparts too.” And he’ll say it again any time you want to hear it, or when he knowsit’s starting to get to you again.

The next time you are buying clothes or gettingdressed and say a negative comment, he’ll softly rebuttal, “I like how yourarms look in that shirt,” “you look good in shorts.” He’ll struggle to finish thosekinds of sentences at first, but after a while, and seeing how much you appreciatehim saying them, he says them with more conviction. He’ll even compliment youwithout prompting, when you’re just in a “safe outfit”, telling you how niceyou look in it.

Now, whenever you guys are just hanging aroundthe hut, cuddling, he’ll run his fingers over your stretchmarks, down yoursides, lay his head in your lap and tell you how comfortable you are. Especially if you have comforted him about his scars, he will try to comfort you in the same way about your stretchmarks, just telling you how they’re a part of you, they don’t define you, but he would never change you.

When you’re laying down naked, he’ll gently moveyour arm from your stomach and brush kisses along your navel and then lower, whisperingyou how soft you are, he loves all of you. When he takes you from behind, he holdsonto your hips, lightly kneading your love handles; he’ll bend over you andwhisper into your ear about how much he loves them, they give him something tohold onto when he’s lost in how good you feel around him. When he goes down onyou, he spends extra time kissing along your inner thighs, massaging the wholeof them as you wrap them around his head.

#ask #anon #the arcana #the arcana game #headcanon #headcanon:muriel #i want someone to kiss my stretchmarks and tell me it's ok

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2dtacokit-blog · 6 years

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Me and fucking mirrors. I stare a lot in them and what i see usually makes very little sense. I dunno if its dissociation or dysphoria but it’s like i can see what is there and then... it shifts. I can hardly focus on any element of my appearance without trying to convince myself something else is there. I forget what i look like a lot, that is dissociation, but since dysphoria has been kicking my ass it has gotten worse. That is, unless I dress or work to transform myself into something my brain is prepared to take in/translate? If I stand in the mirror naked or in my pyjamas, without binding or making an effort to do my usual masc things, my eyes feel like they go weird. Kinda like a lens that is out of focus. We can see what is there but it doesnt compute with my brain. No amount of changing pose, hiding body parts, or whatever helps, it’s like my brain wipes what the mirror shows from my memory. So i just... stare at the mirror for ages. Zoning out over and over until i end up usually close to angry tears or wanting to hide.

Before I started trying to present masc, I would have the same issue but I didnt question my gender, just... hated the parts of my body that marked my gender. I would do my best to amplify those parts, look as femme as possible but I had the same issue... brain fuzz, discomfort, some kinda irritating thing that was going “well none of this is right”. So i assumed it was weight. Weight, scarring, stretchmarks, age, evidence of pregnancy. I grew obsessed with my weight and would switch between starving myself, binging when i felt i was gonna pass out, working out and denying myself any food after. At times i had to have encouragement to finish eating because inside a voice was screaming that I was gonna get fat again. I have barely spoken about this as it is ongoing and i am sick of having problems tbh. As I lost weight, i still had this “it’s not right” but it wasnt that i was fat. Staring at the mirror again like WTF, why is this body that is... not fat, not big at all really, quite small to be honest still making me distressed?!. I was the smallest I had been since my early teens and I was still unable to see my body? despite seeing it.

Is it the shape of the belly then? loathe it, so lets try and get it as flat as possible. As I got close to that milestone I loved how it felt when i closed my eyes but... Looking in the mirror again it was still wrong. Gender started coming in here, belly fat and the stretchmarks on my stomach since my pregancy I couldnt dissociate from my born gender, or the trauma associated. If i cover my body up in a tshirt then i can deal with it just about, until i look in the mirror and its like I have a ramp going from my neck just to nowhere, and my tshirts just hang straight off.The shape was wrong, and I could never get it right. I tried wearing tight fitted clothes for ages but that niggling, itchy, nettle stinging voice was saying it was still hideous and we hated it. If i saw this exact body on paper (why i draw it) I dont hate it or feel repulsed at all. If i see this body on another person i am not repulsed either. It is just on myself. On myself, in photos and in the mirror. So I tried sports bras, and my body had a sillohette of an attractive woman, the figure i thought i wanted all my life and yet it is still not fucking right is it?!

The presence of my breasts made me feel fat, even if they were hoisted high, presented neatly in a balcony bra or squished with a sports bra. I felt fat, and somehow that made me feel more female. Which for a long time i hadnt realised was kinda the problem. I associate weight in chest, hips, ass, thighs and tummy with femininity, all things i dont mind in anyone else but loathe in myself bcz my body should not be that. My body is curvy. Even as i lost a tonne of weight and work out 4 times a weak focussing almost entirely on weight training and heavy lifting, it is still curvy and that makes me feel very female. Which makes me feel very sad.

But it all gets confusing when i am standing there in the mirror, in a binder and masc clothes, face also done to look a lil more masc and what i feel then is sadness and rage. Mainly because i look like a nothing? I dont look like a guy, I do not look like a girl in that state so i look nothing. And that creates more distress. I try hard to dress to exaggerate my masc parts of my body (shoulders and back, legs), but my torso fucks it all up. That and my face because in all my trawling through the internet i havent found a guy that looks like me, mainly because i look like a hecking girl. But then again I dont look like a girl. I know this because I try from time to time to present as a girl in private because the frustration of looking like a nothing is too much and i feel i should be able to just, wear a bra and be okay again.

Bullshit. I stand in a bra in the mirror, wearing my girliest underwear and i want to vomit because i cant see my body again, even though i am staring intensely at it in the mirror. I dont look like any girl i know when i look in the mirror and i can feel my eyes trying to adjust parts to masc appearance. I look like a miserable, sad weird looking guyish thing trying to be a girl - which could be validating for my dysphoria in the sense it kinda goes HERE IS THE THING, but its agony, because i know when i take that girly stuff off and put the binder and masc stuff on, I see a stupid girl trying to be a guy. By this point i am fighting SI urges because i cannot think straight. I simultaneously look too big because of the presence of my fatty femme parts, and look too small because despite all my hard work building muscle is hard. I am somehow seeing myself in that mirror as a fat, gross girl and a skinny, imasculine guy.

I take tonnes of pictures because i try to get a glimpse of the person I saw in a shop window reflection that made me feel like i was rushing. I spend ages trying to pose to feel more masculine, but get the balance right because i cant go full guy, because nothing says “you are just a girl trying to be a guy” than being a girly bodied and faced person trying their hardest to look like a guy. That and I know those photos i cannot show anyone i really know except a few close friends. Like i can feel myself trying to go all the way guyish and then pulling back a bit out of fear and self hatred. My best days though are when I feel like i pass great and people are receptive of it, but those times are fleeting, because every night without fail the battle with the mirror continues and i am lying in bed, stoned out of my mind, ploughing through all my photos and pulling them apart.

Comparing them to actual guys and going “lol you are a complete joke, look at yourself, can you actually comprehend how stupid you look in all of these? quit this you tool.”. Then comparing them to girls and going “i dont look like them either but i also do? I dont want to look like them, they are beautiful but i dont want to look like them.”. Final round in my persecution, i return to the pictures of men who share similar qualities to me, and my drawings, and before i pass out go “you will never look like this, you are a fool for thinking it. Even if you did transition you would never look like this. This is not possible for you. It never will be. You dont deserve those pronouns, and you dont deserve the other ones. You do not exist, you cannot exist, you are so unbelievably pathetic, continually transferring onto fictional characters, dreaming you could look like them. It’s hysterical almost that you try this hard when you know it is impossible, That you are who you are, and who you are does not exist in any sodding form, because the one you want you cannot have, and the one you exist in is so wrong you can never fully see it anyway.”.

Just had to get that out of my system. Feels are high today, and struggling a bit. The double whammy of DID and gender dysphoria is making it very difficult to stay... in this realm of reality? bcz my brain keeps dissociating from it and doing literally everything in its power to detatch myself from my body and the reality where I am this weird freak thing. Like high school and primary school, and like almost all my trauma. Sorry for this BS rant.

#personal rant #trying to do better #i hate my brain #depersonalization

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dreamyysweets · 3 years

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finally, i’m so happy.

i’ve never really been happier.

i’ve found the person i’ll be spending the rest of my life with.

he’s sleeping next to me right now while i’m typing this.

i can be myself around him, i don’t have to suck in my stomach, i don’t have to hold in or fake my laugh, i don’t have to hide my scars, i can cry and cry or laugh my ass off and he’ll be there for me, with me, either crying with me or laughing ‘til his stomach hurts.

i’m so damn lucky.

when i talk about my scars or stretchmarks or cellulite or fat or... all he does is smile and kiss whatever i’m talking about and says “it’s mine, and i love it.”

he rubs my tummy and kisses my legs, tickles my feet and holds my hands.

and i believe him. i trust one hundred percent that he is telling the truth.

when he tells me he loves me, i know he’s honest.

and that’s such a relieving, refreshing, wonderful yet weird feeling.

i don’t have to do anything extra for him. i just have to love him back. and i do, so much.

i’m not used to this, i’m used to being used. for sex, distraction, experiment, you name it. so it’s still feels weird, and it probably will remain that way for a few years, but as long as i have him by my side, i’ll get used to feeling loved, being loved, being in love.

i can cry thinking about what’s to come. i can name a few scientific reasons as to why i’d cry, but i’d like to think that’s the excitement, the inpatience in me.

i’d like to marry him, get a nice comfy home, couple dogs, couple kids. sure, it sounds like i want a ‘normal, boring’ family, but i’m sure we’d be the weird couple in the neighborhood. and i wouldn’t mind that at all. as long as we can be weird together, thats all that matters to me.

#personal

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beautifullyf1awed · 4 years

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#BeautyMarks.

I remember in my teen years always being complimented for my shape—tiny waist, full hips and butt for days lol! I was sooo small and I loved that I could fit into almost anything. I had the flattest tummy then...I had a baby and my skin stretched beyond it’s capacity, striping my body with stretchmarks and a now flabby tummy.

For 5 years after having my first daughter, I really struggled with my weight until I hit a plateau weight of 150 lbs and carried that for years. I still had a flabby, stretched out tummy but it was flat enough to conceal under a firm fitting shirt and slimming jeans.

Fast forward to a year ago when I had my second daughter, I believe I gained less weight with her than my first daughter but the weight gain sat in different areas of my body—my arms, thighs and stomach.

I weighed the most I’d ever weighed in my life at 203 lbs. This was due to the “baby weight” but also a side effect to a hormone I was on after giving birth (more on that later) that caused another spike in my weight.

So here I am today between 150-203 lbs (I’m not spilling the beans on my current weight yet 😜) and I’ll be honest, I still loathe and lust over my younger, tighter, mark-free body.

Each day, I challenge myself to not obsess over the reflection staring back at me in the mirror but to marvel at how a awesome a woman’s body actually is. I mean, to hold children, give birth and watch your body expand then attempt to shrink back to its original state is amazing.

It really is.

I’ve always thought the stretch marks made my body ugly but for the first time in a loooong time, I’m seeing them as beauty marks.

Those marks that come either by birth or some change that occurred in your body that you may or may not be able to remove but they should be embraced because they are what makes us beautiful.

I’m not sure what marks or scars you currently hate about your body but I challenge you, like I do myself, to see the beauty even in what you deem as ugly.

My friend, please realize, you are beautiful even so that your body marked you as such. 💕

#beautifullyflawed #bodypositivity #beautiful #beauty #loveyourflaws #loveyourself #selflove #flawed #loveyourbody #amazing body #bodyshaming #confidence #stretchmarks #postpartum

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softgaypunk · 6 years

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92 Questions Tag

Last:

drink? water

phone call? mom

text message? “thanks!!”

song you listened to? american teen by khalid

time you cried? yesterday lmao

Have You:

dated someone twice? um I wouldn’t consider it twice

kissed someone and regretted it? yes, for different reasons

been cheated on? yep

lost someone special? too many times

been depressed? is this even a question

gotten drunk and thrown up? nah I don’t like drinking,, weed is better

Three Favorite Colors:

yellow, baby blue, pastel pink

In the Last Year, Have You:

made new friend? yeeee

fallen out of love? I have, yea

laughed until you cried? many times

found out someone was talking about you? hahahaha- too many times.

met someone who changed you? yea

kissed someone on your Facebook list? if by facebook list you mean like someone im friends with on social media, then yes

General:

how many of your Facebook friends do you know irl? all of them I think

any pets? yep! 3 dogs, 2 cats, 2 fish

do you want to change your name? yep im just saving up the money

what did you do for your last birthday? smoked up with a close friend

what time do you wake up? depends, i like waking up at around 9, but I have chronic fatigue issues so sometimes I don’t wake up until the following night

what were you doing at midnight last night? hmm. I think I was having an emotional revelation at that time

something you can’t wait for? top surgery

last time you saw your mom? christmas

what is one thing you wish you could change in your life? my health

what are you listening to right now? a playlist of drag race videos

have you every talked to a person named tom? I don’t think so, but my grandmas cat’s name is tom

something that is getting on your nerves? ended relationships that still have bitterness

most visited websites? youtube, tumblr, messenger on facebook, and my email lol

Other Info:

mole/s? not sure

marks? I have a FUCKTON of freckles, and I have some stretchmarks and scars

childhood dream? artist or firefighter

hair color? dark brown

long or short hair? short

do you have a crush? debatable

what do you like about yourself? I consider myself a genuine person, and I try really hard to be kind

piercings? I had my septum and ears pierced but they closed up

blood type? I don’t know

nickname? ash

relationship? nope

zodiac? sagittarius bby

pronouns? he/him

favorite TV show? either Brooklyn 99 or the x-files

tattoos? I have 2, one is a stick and poke and the other one is professionally done

right or left handed? right

surgery? a few

dyed hair? I used to dye it all different colors

sport? I used to be a soccer player

vacation? what is that

sneakers? I like converse but I wear just cheap running shoes

More General:

eating? always hungry- i love cheese and pasta

drinking? water, tea, cherry coke

waiting for? my next paycheck lmaoo

want: satisfaction in self and surroundings

get married? not unless my future partner really wants to

career? mental health nurse practitioner

hugs or kisses? both are great

lips or eyes? eyes

shorter or taller? taller

older or younger? older

nice arms or nice stomach? all arms and all tummies are good

sensitive or loud? sensitive

hook up or relationship? relationship

troublemaker or hesitant? troublemaker

Have You Ever:

kissed a stranger? define stranger,, but probably

drank hard liquor? yea

lost glasses? I always end up finding them

turned someone down? yes

sex on the first date? it depends on how long I’ve previously known the person

broken someone’s heart? not that i know of

had your heart broken? twice :-)

been arrested? no

cried when someone died? yes

fallen for a friend? the only time i’ve fallen for ppl, they’ve been friends

Do You Believe In:

yourself? i do

miracles? define miracle

love at first sight? i do, unfortunately for me

santa claus? nope

kiss on the first date? im not opposed! I like smooches

Other:

current best friend? I don’t rate my friends against each other

eye color? usually green but in certain lighting they can change to grey or brown

favorite movie? can’t pick, but the one that popped into my head first was heathers

I Tag:

@theamazingderbear @ryansquare @bisquick-wrecker

#tag

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thefavouritechild · 5 years

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BEY-ONE-GET-ONCE-FREE

ALBUM COVER WORKSHOP

PROJECT PARTNER: LARRY

RESEARCH POWERPOINT

PRESENTATION POWERPOINT

How do you make a queen more iconic than she already is? You demonstrate that she’s not perfect, and accidentally make everyone think she’s even more perfect by doing so.

The worst thing you can do a student is give them a list of phrases that get their mind racing with the obvious and then tell them they can’t do the obvious - it’s basically torture and a breach of safeguarding. It becomes especially hard when you’re given an artist that’s been around since before Youtube was a thing and you’d watch Destiny’s Child music videos on the TV in your neighbours/best friends living room and ‘bagsie’ outfits that you’d pretend to wear when you adopted famous singer personas and danced on top of an abandoned washing machine in the alley behind your house. She’s been there, done that, and literally got the t-shirt (for sale on her website).

It becomes even harder when her interviews are sparse and in-between because she’s so famous that so many people want to interview her that she doesn’t do it anymore. And then becomes even HARDER when there’s so many perceptions of Beyonce already in the world that a million things come to mind that you could do but none of them are what you SHOULD do because you thought of them before you could even google her name.

Scrounging for information on Beyonce that wasn’t world knowledge was near impossible, so we had to take a different approach - look for the information that’s world knowledge, and then look for the aspect of it she hasn’t put on an album cover yet. This made the task significantly easier due to the fact that her album covers kind of suck (sorry Beyonce) as they’re just her face over and over again, because who needs anything else when even an outline of her nose is so recognisable people will be it thrice over.

Whilst pretty and some really sexy photography, Beyonce’s album covers thus far are nothing particularly outstanding or special - it’s just her, because she sells, but it’s her millions of personas each specially altered for the type of music she’s producing in that instance. So is it really her? This trail of thinking - who IS Beyonce - led us to research into challenging the perception of her unchanging sex appeal, and the impact this notion of her has had on the Queen herself.

Our research led us to a rare interview that she’s had with Vogue following her recent birth of her twins - she talks about the societal pressure she felt to get back into shape, and get rid of her Mum Body immediately post surgery, and the conclusion she’s come to regarding her body. She’s embracing it, even if the results of her pregnancy leave her different to the perception the world has of the amazingly perfectly sexy Beyonce.

Choosing the phrase became a toss-up between two - Everything Must Go, and Buy One Get One Free.

‘Buy One Get One Free’ -

INSIGHT: ‘Buy motherhood, get the body free.’

Highlighting the bodily changes women face when going through pregnancy, and how the choice to have a baby comes with some baggage (literally).

‘Everything Must Go’ -

INSIGHT: ‘Take away the aesthetic, leave us only with the necessary.’

Viewing the body in it’s most natural state and demonstrating what a real body looks like, without the changes society imposes.

To decide between both these ideas, we initially explored imagery pertaining to both, looking at examples of post-partum bodies, be it the excess skin after a natural birth or the scars from C-sections. One reference we used within our research is an instagram mum who photographs herself in her natural mothering environment, not only showing the pretty pregnancy photos and the newborn pictures, but the actual duty of care that goes into raising a child, as well as the toll it takes on her; the painful breastfeeding, the stretchmarks, etc.

This included one particular image of the father caring for the child with the mother in the background sporting a rather fetching nappy, and bringing to light one of the less favourable after-care processes of having a baby - the continued bleeding, and sometimes the really nasty shits.

https://docdro.id/ltHGFfe <-- Research Imagery

Motherhood, tis a beautiful thing.

ARTIST RESEARCH

Before settling on a phrase, we conducted further research, looking at magazines and photographers and artists on instagram to inform the creative direction possibilities - as both our ideas were similar in initial research, we thought that looking at the creative possibilities out there could help us determine which was the most exciting route to take that still retained our insights garnered from our research.

We looked at many artists (which you can see HERE), but Larry referenced this one particular artist who’s aesthetic not only linked to some of Beyonce’s previous work, but also promoted the idea of idealising the human body, with posing and styling that could easily be adapted to extenuate the body of a pregnant or post-partum woman.

The imagery is beautifully edited, shot and styled in a manner that denotes an almost historical oil painting, looking at women as a subject to be studied and carefully crafted. The nudity is also tasteful in how it’s handled, not sexualising, but rather glorifying the body. The historical aesthetic is something we further linked back to our insights about loving the natural body, as the notion of beauty is always shifting, and in a lot of old artwork you see women depicted to be heavier set, with tummy rolls and skin dimples - we saw this imagery as taking us back to an era where what women try to hide now was once what was found to be most beautiful.

The use of lingerie in some of the imagery also still refers to Beyonce’s reputation - she’s still sexy, even as a mother, she’s just essentially now a MILF.

Following the conclusion of our research, we decided to go with ‘Buy One Get One Free’ as our route, as it was the phrase that we could most easily argue our creative proposition for, and justify it the best through our artist imagery and previous research into Beyonce and motherhood.

FURTHER REFERENCE POINTS

When speaking to Steve, he pointed us in the direction of a music video by Jay Z and Beyonce that took place in the Louvre, merging our concept of historical imagery and Beyonce’s beauty into one reference point.

This reminded me Vogue’s video for the Met Gala in 2018, Heavenly Bodies, which was also filmed in an art gallery, capturing the religion inspired attire of the celebrities cast against the imagery from which the designers drew their inspiration, and further providing reference for possible styling for our own outcomes.

MOCKUPS

We used collage to mockup our idea, and create a rough visual to help ourselves understand the direction our photography would go by splicing the reference imagery of pregnancy and post-partum onto the artist imagery that we found to be the focal point of our creative direction.

https://docdro.id/ePr0e5n <--- COLLAGES

These images are intended to be a guideline for the posing and styling of any possible imagery we produce, roughly made as a first visual in our process. However the feedback from Steve and Derek was that the imagery is rather garish and grotesque, so when mocked up in Photoshop it shouldn’t be as jagged, and should be handled more delicately to really encapsulate the idea of beautifying these traits.

LARRY’S COVER

Larry took charge of the album cover, getting the all clear from Steve to feature Beyonce despite the initial rules of the brief. Larry’s cover attempted to merge Beyonce during her pregnancy with the oil painting-esque background of the reference imagery.

Though no typography has been implemented yet, the decision was collaboratively made to use a modern font as opposed to an in-era font to provide contrast between the historical referencing and the modern age the imagery was produced in - by using a modern font, you are bringing history to the present, and bringing back the beauty standards that were lost. This isn’t in the past, it’s the future, it’s the now, and the typography would be used to demonstrate this.

DEVELOPMENT OF COVER

Following our feedback from our formative assessment, me and Larry both worked on addition covers for this project.

We worked on these individually - here is my two initial mockups, the latter one I went on to develop. The text was ugly, to be blunt, and read like the memed door from The Walking Dead of ‘Don’t Dead Open Inside’, instead of ‘Don’t Open, Dead Inside’. The fix this, I reorganised the lettering as shown below:

I then altered the placement of the text so it more closely aligned with the edges of the album.

Following these adjustments, I pictures the album cover in situ by editing it onto a sleeve:

Larry also independently developed a new cover of his own:

#1dayproj #mintomaj

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