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norrizzandpia · 4 months

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hello, firstly i would like to say ur writing is phenomenal!! secondly i wanted to request something like the reader having some insecurities or just social media making her feel unworthy of lando thank u 🫶🏼

Ive been hanging onto this request for a while bc i love these scenarios bc they hit so close to home and I always need to be in the right mindset for them and now i am!

Love You the Way I Do (LN4)

Summary: When Y/n starts to pull back, Lando knows exactly what to do.

Warnings: insecurities, talks of not being good enough, language

Note: the reason ive been so mia on here is because ive just been in such a bad slump and not feeling good about myself or feeling good enough in general and im starting to get out of it with a lot of time focusing on myself but i really miss it on here so im using this as a way to kind of help me cope a bit with what ive been going through recently

Y/n was never good with her emotions. Discussing them and trying to work on them, she could never reach a certain level of comfortability with the people in her life that allowed her to be that vulnerable with them. Her parents, friends, and other family members had to pry words out of her when it was clear she was struggling and no amount of therapy sessions had cured the vicious cycle. However, Lando’s peaceful presence in her life had shifted the way she operated, allowed her to open up more easily with the way he would hold her until she was ready.

He was patient, almost strategic, when it came to getting through to her. Past moments of darkness where she would try to shut him out, try to be alone in the agony, were lessons in which ways worked best to get her to realize that he was there for her, waiting with open arms and constantly ready to listen.

Easing her mind, that was Lando’s job and he was damn good at it.

He could always tell when there was a war going on beneath the walls of her head. When she would go quiet or laugh just a bit less, he caught on fast. Just like now, as he sat on the couch in their shared apartment and watched her talk to her sister on the phone in the kitchen, Lando clocked the way she wasn’t as smiley, as excited to talk to one of her favorite people in the world.

“Thursday? No, I can’t do Thursday. I’ve got some stuff to do.” She mumbled into the speaker. Lando could hear her sister respond, something about Y/n being too busy, but he couldn’t truly digest the words, too engrossed in his own mind wondering what she had Thursday.

If he remembered correctly, she had nothing scheduled.

The second sign; distancing herself from people close to her and staying inside unhealthily.

She paced the room, rounding each corner of the counter as she bit the nail on her thumb, “Friday, no… next Monday, no… next Wednesday, no…”

Their conversation continued that way until her sister gave up on trying to find a date, muttering about letting her know when the next date Y/n was available was, and hung up. His girlfriend set the phone down on the marble, head falling forward as she huffed out a breath.

“You okay, love?” He spoke, voice hesitant as to not startle very clearly something loud in her mind.

She turned her eyes, squinting at him lightly before whispering, almost too quietly, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

A tired Y/n, Lando knew, warranted clinginess. That was her usual way of remedying exhaustion, curling up in his arms wherever he was and partaking in a Power Nap. Although, there was none of that as she walked out of the kitchen, turning a corner and disappearing behind their bedroom door.

Third sign; shutting Lando out, the one he hated the most.

He scrolled through his phone for a minute more, not wanting her to know he had already realized her turmoil. He wanted her to believe that his comfort was not out of pity, but love.

When the clock reached an even number, he got up from his seated position and pattered over to their door, knocking lightly.

“Y/n? Can I come in?” He said, though there was no response. He creaked the door open, seeing her frame turned away from him as it laid on their bed, her phone illuminating the room.

Because of the darkness and the only light coming from her phone, he could easily see what she was looking at. It was as clear as day and the reason for her distance, however painful, became apparent.

A twitter thread of why Luisa was better for Lando than Y/n.

It broke his heart.

He stood for a moment, taking in the scene before him and breathing deeply, and deciding his plan of action. It only took him a few seconds, although, he knew exactly what he wanted to say to her.

Lando approached her side of the bed and when his footsteps reached the ears of his beloved, she turned her phone off quickly. He kneeled down beside her, dried tears on her cheeks not going unnoticed by him. His hand cradled the side of her face that wasn’t pushed into her pillow and he kissed her forehead.

“Baby, I saw what you were looking at.” He whispered into the quiet. His green eyes bore into hers as she willed the knot in her throat to dissipate.

Lando gently took her phone from her hands, sliding it off the bed and setting it on the night stand next to him. He nudged her shoulder, signaling for her to move over so he could squeeze into her side of their massive bed. When he laid down, his arms wrapped tightly around her frame, squeezing the skin and warming it as she nuzzled her head into his chest.

“Why are you doing this to yourself? You know they’re wrong.” He tried.

Y/n pulled away from his chest, looking up at him and using her voice, albeit wobbly, “Do I know they’re wrong? Lan, you mean so much to so many people in this world, people you don’t even know the names of.”

He nodded, “Okay, yes, what does that have to do with this?”

She sniffled, “There are so many other women that could compliment you better. Women that people know the name of. Women that have made their mark on this world just like you have. I will never be able to be what you need me to be.”

Lando shook his head, her words outrageous in his mind because she was already everything he needed, just as she was.

“Y/n, what? What are you even saying? That’s crazy. You mean everything to me. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t care about anyone else, anything else. You compliment my life and my happiness perfectly. That’s all that matters.”

Wetness formed beneath her eyes once more and began to fall freely as she toyed with the hem of his shirt, “What if you wake up one day and realize that Luisa is better suited for the life you lead? What if one day you wake up and I am no longer good enough for you?”

Lando gaped at her, truly at a loss for words. In his mind, everything she was saying was so incredibly wrong, she couldn’t be farther from the truth. However, from the sadden look in her eyes, he could tell that she fully believed the things flying from her mouth. That idea, the thought that she was scared one day he would no longer cherish her in the way he does now, made him all the more determined to remind how much she matters to him and how that will never change.

“Y/n, stop. Listen to yourself. Have I ever made you feel inadequate?” He questioned, staring at her fiercely as if what she was saying made him defensive. It did in a way. He was defensive of the love he had for her, taking shame in the fact that he had made her feel as though their relationship would end.

She shook her head as he brought his fingers up to wipe at the tears still falling down her skin, “No, but-”

He brought his pointer finger to her lips, “No buts, Y/n. Listen to me when I tell you this. You have been and always be more than enough for me. You are the start and end of my day, and that is something I never want to change. Being scared that one day I’ll wake up and magically have fallen out of love with you is absolutely fucking clinically insane. It’s been two years we’ve been together, Y/n, and I still badger you at the end of the day, asking what you had done because I love to hear your voice. I love your rambles and I love the way you love me. There’s nothing that’s going to make me want to stop loving you because there’s really no going back. I’m in this with you and I always will be. You need to believe that. Believe me when I say the only way we will end is lying next to each other on our death beds with rings on our left fingers from our wedding decades ago.”

“That’s kind of morbid.” She whispered, a small smile gracing her features as his words sunk beneath her skin.

He chucked and leaned further into her, “It’s true. There will come a time where I get on one knee in front of you and beg you to be with me for the rest of our lives. There will come a time where I will stand in front of all of our friends and family, and declare my love for you and certainty over marrying you. I know these things will happen because I am interchangeably in love with you. And I know you are with me too. So, just leave social media be, baby. Stay here in this moment with me, push all those disgusting fans away and listen to my words. I love you,” He shook her head lightly in his hands as he spoke, “You are worthy of my love and love in general, and there will never come a singular moment where even the thought of leaving you passes my brain. We are it for each other, love. This is it for me.”

Her body relaxed fully into his arms and further into the bed as they stared at each other. Y/n giggled at his words and he smiled down at her, still holding her face whilst lightly rubbing excess tears in her soft skin.

A silence passed before Y/n mumbled, “I think I’m going to delete my social media platforms for a while. Take some time off and get back on track.”

Warmth swelled in Lando’s chest, threatening to spill out from his mouth at overwhelming amounts of it within his body.

“I’m so proud of you, love.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss her softly. He pecked her lips lovingly, sweet nothings spilling from his mouth in the form of the warmth that had been drowning him.

They stayed that way for a few hours, both falling in out of sleep in the arms of the other. And when crickets chirped and the clock read an ungodly time, Lando pulled Y/n from bed, into their bathroom, where he showed her how much he loved her. A bath, some face masks, and low music that he made her dance with him along to, all worked as ways for him to tangibly exude the feelings he had for her. No longer were the ex’s of his past, no longer were jealous fans, no longer were thoughts of unworthiness.

Just him, her, and the love that would never die out.

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headakke · 2 months

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4n4 tips to remind myself,

all the things that helped me losing weight and not binge.

- do NOT restrict too much if you know you tend to binge, it will only be worse —> I stayed on a 1000-1100 calorie intake and sometimes I even stayed under that easily by keeping myself busy/happy in some ways

- I personally hate waking up early in the morning because I binge mostly for breakfast, but I realized a good sleeping schedule is also important, so if I wake up early, I drink a big ass coffee with almond milk/eat something under 150 cals and GO OUT, like for a walk or anything.

- Lunch/dinner —> I try staying under 350, because I usually eat an apple/fruit after every meal and if I have a sweet treat under 50 cals, why not, I always let myself have it.

- I try (try) walking at least 10k steps everyday, not because it burns a significant amount of calories, but because its good for my mental health. When I stay at home being depressed and doing nothing, I usually look for dopamine in food until Im nauseous, like I did today!😋👌🏻 so yeah.

- Basically try not to have that restricting mindset all the time, try to by chill about food even if you are not, trick your mind, say yes to breakfast, lunch, dinners out with friends, maybe take initiative to be able to choose what to eat and plan your intake based on it, but even if you can’t, always be chill. You can go back on track all the next days or eating a LITTLE less. Its not that deep, your body will not change from that croissant or from that pasta you had that day, it will change if you restrict too much and than fall into a binge cycle for weeks. And its like a living hell.

- Live the moment as much as you can. Weight loss begin to work as soon as you start to see the first little results, you have to stay motivated, not stressing out constantly by planning everything and thinking about the things you will do within 3 months with your body. At least, this not works with me.

- do not weight yourself everyday, do not watch your body in the mirror every hour of the day, do not take too many photos. I mean, the temptation to do all of this is strong, but the weight varies enormously during the day, the way we see ourselves reflected is constantly distorted depending on how we feel and constantly seeking changes in all these forms is counterproductive. The real changes will be the ones that you see casually as the time passes and that you can physically feel on yourself. Don't be fooled and don't become crazy over all this fake shit. <3

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moseyluvs · 12 days

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Terlingua Girl - Pt.1

Matty Healy x Cowgirl!OC

A/N: she’s here!! It’s mostly preamble so things make sense in the future but nonetheless she is HEREEEEEE! Enjoy hotties.

Word Count: 1378

Warnings: none.

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For the first time in a long time, Matty Healy is completely silent. Sitting in the last row of the large black SUV, looking wistfully out the window sits an utterly quiet Matty. Dark curls tousled, eye bags prominent, it's almost unsettling to the rest of the boys on the “detox” that his headphones haven't left his ears since the plane ride here.

He’s in his head, swirling thoughts of past conversations, paths he’d wished he’d taken, Matty is starting to spiral. He can’t get out of his head.

That's why they are on the trip in the first place. No phones, no social media, no civilized society, nothing but making a record on some Texas compound in the middle of the state. He knows it's for his own good, leaving everything behind for a while. Savoring the final moments of his phone he types his passcode in with his thumb almost secretively, almost like he’s ashamed to care that the message sits there at all. He checks his messages one last time, maybe it's changed, and maybe he’ll have to courage to open it.

1 Unopened Message Look Matty I love you it’s just…

He sighs and clicks the power button, taking out his wired headphones to join the lively conversation taking place in the row in front of him.

“-Nah mate im telling you it'll be good, you lot are too accustomed to the city,” says Arthur driving the car, one elbow casually resting on the center console.

He's a producer friend of Jamie’s and has some connection to some property in the country that's “so fucking cool it's mental mate”. He works well with George and after a particularly harrowing cancellation, a weekend plan turned into a summer-long break from the public eye.

“Oh look who decided to join them convo, you done being dramatic?” George smirks turning at the shuffling of Matty putting his headphones in his too-full backpack.

“Fuck off,” Matty mutters not even caring to look up at the blonde.

“It's jokes mate, but god knows you use your mindset for this album well chart!” Ross laughs shifting to face Matty as well.

Giggles are let out amongst the grown men in the car. Matty is not amused in the slightest, a scowl finds its way upon his face. Matty looks up at the men and opens his mouth to rattle off some witty dig when Arthur interrupts.

“Everyone hold on this is where things get a little bumpy” He sharply turns onto a dirt road, and everyone is too busy holding on for their life to continue their tiff.

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They pull up to the compound at dusk after excessively long on the nauseating dirt road. Matty wasn't quite sure what he was expecting, maybe a horror movie house, full of spiders and creaking floorboards but what he was met with was far nicer than anticipated.

The spacious ranch house is surrounded by fields, with a little creek rolling through the property cutting it in half length-wise.

A sprawling deck extends from the back of the house, full of outdoor furniture with a barbeque and a fireplace. Adorning the deck are delicate string lights, their glow illuminating the space warm and inviting, especially as the pink skies fade into pale powdery purples. If he hadn't given up his phone to Arthur a few minutes prior he’d have taken a picture to send to his mom.

It's as he’s surveying the property when he sees it, a small house just on the other side of the creek. He swears he can see a silhouette in the window, lights softly glowing through thin curtains when a hand lands on his back startling him from his discovery.

“Let's go in yeah?” Says Adam with a soft smile. He leads Matty inside one hand on the strap of his own backpack, the other still on Matty's back. Matty shrugs it off and walks beside him in silence breaking apart to claim his room for the future months.

After he gets slightly unpacked and changes out of his travel clothes, the group congregates in the living room to set up where they’ll be physically making the record.

“There’s honestly plenty to do just help yourselves to the land and the house whatever sparks your creative juices you know?” Arthur starts unpacking production equipment, making a makeshift studio while giving his spiel.

“Just don't fuck with the livestock Lou gets all pissy when you fuck with the livestock and I do not want to be yelled at because someone wanted to pet a fucking cow and spooked the whole herd again,” Arthur says sternly, eyes wide.

“Who the fuck is Lou?” Says George, visibly confused.

“Livestock attendant, the compound is technically a vacation house for some rick fucks so they needed somebody to watch the land and keep up the animals,” Arthur explains continuing his grappling with the tapestry. Ross reaches up to help him, pinning it in place immediately. “Thanks, mate.. well that person is Lou”

Matty has no interest in another guy joining their circle, another guy to mess up their dynamic, another guy to mistake as a friend. Adam senses his uncomfortable energy and shoots Ross a look, the bearded man shoots him one back, shrugging.

Matty ignores the worried stares and unspoken comforts and walks to his room without so much as a peep, feet padding along the cold concrete floors.

“We’re worried about him yeah?” says Adam still looking at where Matty stood only seconds ago, as if he left a dark cloud in his path.

“Yeah” Sighs George.

—--

Matty shoots up, sweaty, rigid, and breathless. His legs stick to the white sheets of the bed, crisp cotton turned damp and constricting. The sun is barely peeking over the horizon but the heat of the day has already started. The thick air is filling his lungs, Matty needs a smoke.

Not bothering to change out of the plaid pajama pants and lack of a shirt, he rifles through his backpack pockets searching for his cigarettes. After finding his saving grace in the deepest pocket, he rushes down the long halfway to the back porch frantically lighting his cigarette when he sees her.

She sits on an old wooden fence, all pouty lips, tangled hair, and long legs knocking around in an old pair of cowboy boots. She’s facing the other way toward the pasture, head turned over her shoulder to get a look at the shirtless stranger who looks far too out of place.

Matty rakes through her appearance, light wash cutoffs, and a white tank top you can see through if you squint. She's a gangly little thing really, with freckles upon her cheeks and brown hair bleached a dirty blonde from the sun. She seems unruly, with bruises on her legs, and hands dirtied from caring for the creatures, but she seems…free.

“I take it you’re my new summer neighbor” she breaks the silence, revealing a slight southern drawl, spinning around on the fence to face the man who more so resembles a flustered teenager in the current predicament.

“I’m Lou” she continues cocking her head to the side flicking her eyes to his tattoo-filled abdomen. A slight smirk playing on her pink lips.

It hits Matty that this is the Lou he was worried about. Lou is not a man, she's instead quite possibly the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Matty feels the need to puff out his chest suddenly self-conscious of the vulnerability, and the shy nature he doesn't typically carry.

“Oh- uh- yeah I guess I am” he manages to choke out.

She grins. There’s a sparkle in her eye, a glint of curiosity. He's something shiny, something new, something to discover.

“Well alright stranger, If you go put on some real clothes I'll show you something cool, yeah?” She states as if he would immediately obey. Matty Healy is no “simp” he doesn't do whatever a chick wants him to do. He is a cold player who calls his own shots. But the way he treks back to his room to throw on a pair of jeans and an old band tee makes him seem quite the opposite.

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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Gavi+kissing on the beach?

Love your account,im in love with it💋💋

You had always told Pablo you loved the beach, at any time you loved it. On the mornings? You loved it. At lunch time? Loved it. At night? Loved it.

You loved playing and laying on the sand, you loved the sea, you loved the happiness it brought you and the happy moments you can create with your loved ones, you loved the sun kissing your skin, you loved the ostras and the little things you could find underwater. You loved everything from the beach.

So, when you were stressed out by school/Uni stuffs and there was nothing that could help you out, Pablo decided to step in.

"Venga, vámonos bonita" He said coming in and sit besides you, closing your laptop

"¿Qué diablos-? ¡Pablo!" You exclaimed "I-"

"You'll come with me and we'll take a little breather, it's just for two hours, then you'll come back and finish everything but right now you need a break" You huffed watching the determination on his face

"I'm good"

"No, you're not. You're stressing out so much, I can clearly see it through, you aren't thinking straight, you just wanna finish and it isn't that way. You'll calm down and I'll help you relax so when we come home you can have a fresh mindset and get every work done" He looked at you nodding "Go and put something light. Like a dress, shorts or something, princesa. We are going out" He said leaving with your laptop underneath his arm leaving you without a choice.

"Where are we going?" You asked him exclaiming

"Somewhere nice" That's the only thing you heard from him before you heard the back door closing

...

"You brought me to the beach?" You ask smiling at Pablo who was busy parking, he hums nodding with a smirk on

"You needed a breather, I could see you stressing out more than you usually do" He sighed happy with his parking "And while I'm happy you're such an applied student, too much of it, it's bad and mostly when the homework you're doing is for the next two weeks"

"I wanted to get ahead of a few tasks" Pablo shook his head smiling lightly getting out of the car, you grabbed your things and felt your door being open

"C'mon, miss. Let's get inside the water"

"I didn't brought a bikini"

"But you did brought underwear which is basically the same thing" You smile at him "If I had told you that we were going to the beach my surprise would've been ruined" You laugh watching him secure the car and start walking with you hand in hand.

You started walking around for a few minutes in silence, your shoes in your free hand and his in his free one, the sun was starting to disappear slowly, there wasn't people around, only you two, you leaned into Pablo's arm and closed your eyes taking in the sea scent

"Wanna ahead to the water?"

"I told you I don't have a bikini"

"It doesn't matter" He let go of your hand and started undressing himself, being left in his boxers "Vamos, bonita. I know you like the sea a bit too much" He ran towards the water and splashed himself underneath it as you laughed "¡Bonita!"

"¡Voy!" You shook your head smiling but still took off your jean short and your white shirt, your clothes next to Pablo's as you jogged towards the water "¡Maldición! This is freaking cold!"

"I'll warm you up, come here!" You roll your eyes walking and hissing when the water touched a dry part of your body, when you met Pablo, you instantly wrapped yourself into him. Leaning down, now that you were a bit taller than him, you kissed his lips as a thank you way

"Why the beach?" You asked after a while of silence

"It's your favorite place"

"And you my favorite person" He smiled and you could see a bit of pink on his cheeks "Your distraction plan could've worked in any other place, you just needed to be present"

"It wouldn't have" He said shaking his head "Because you wouldn't have gotten your mind out of it, the beach on the other side csn make you simply forget anything" You smiled at your boyfriends knowings of yourself

"I guess that's true" You said softly "But your kisses could've done a similar job to this one"

"Oh, you will have my kisses, they are all yours" You giggle feeling his lips on your face "You don't even have to ask for them, you just take them"

"In that case" You said before leaning down to press your lips against his, your mind forgetting about every single homework you wanted to get ahead on, you were enjoying your moment with your boy.

Not everyone gets out of their own doings to help someone else but the boy was one of a kind and he was yours.

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

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cherrysoojins · 9 months

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८ bewitched , ateez laufey songs .

✉️. three of eight, kim hongjoong. falling behind.

romance was a huge aspect of life that you felt as though you were missing out on. but after meeting kim hongjoong, you felt like you were no long falling behind on it.

&ㅤㅤ 📦 ♡ warnings. sfw, fluff, small mention of jongho if you read his story you will understand, suited for all ages, not proofread ( might have spelling errors ), let me know if any other warnings that should be added ! 1263 wc.

reblogs appreciated because im shadow banned 😭

taglist. @luvvvlyjoong , @cherrystar1117

you haven’t experienced love yet.

you don’t think you’ve even experienced liking someone properly and working to establish a relationship with them.

in reality, you started to think you’re not cut out for relationships. more so, that you just weren’t destined for a relationship, to experience love. and at some point, you were okay with that. being more focused on yourself proved to get you far, graduated high school as the top student and you’re now about to graduate from college and open your own business. a small little clothing line and thrift store, it was accomplished with ease because you didn’t let complicated things get in your way. (like relationships)

but it’s not like you closed yourself off to people, no. you had a lot of friends. you only closed yourself off from relationships to once again, focus on yourself.

but now that you’re graduating and life is continuing to move forward, you realize as you walk around campus, go grocery shopping, sit at a cafe, or even take a walk down the busy streets of seoul, couples were everywhere.

and then you look to your empty side where nobody has the liberty to walk next to you, the loneliness of your hand not wrapped around someone else's… it sort of felt like you were missing out on an important life experience.

it made you feel like even though you were miles ahead of everyone, this one hurdle was making you fall behind.

you can hardly see your friends anymore because they’re all in happy and healthy relationships, too busy with work and their significant others, and you don’t blame them, but they used to be the only way you could fend off this lonely feeling. even your best friend choi jongho, who was once like you and was closed off to relationships, got into one recently. you and him used to bond over the fact you were single and felt like relationships were a waste of time, but now…

you don’t even blame him, the guy needed a girlfriend.

but man, you really feel like everyone is moving forward and you're stuck in the same spot, with the same mindset that was threatening to shatter, which held you back from moving forward even more because you feared what lied in the unknown, you were scared of what love meant.

yet, you think you might be figuring it out. what love means.

“i really think you should distress the sleeves,” hongjoong said from behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he reached his other hand to point at the black denim jacket you were working on for your little thrift store brand.

“but i distressed the bottom hem of it already, would it look weird?” you asked him, trying to calm your beating heart down from the close proximity between you two, his chest pressing against your back and his head so close to yours, you could smell the sweetness of the blue raspberry lollipop that matched the color of his hair that you gave him earlier.

hongjoong shook his head on your shoulder and moved back to pull his phone out, muttering a small “hold on” as he unlocked the device.

you turned back to look at him before looking back forward, grabbing onto the edge on the table in a strong grip. you mentally took deep breaths in and out.

these emotions… they were overflowing. you’ve never felt this way before about anyone. this feeling of your heart banging against your chest, the fluttery feeling in your stomach and the red hot feeling rushing to your cheeks whenever hongjoong talks to you… you couldn’t describe this feeling, but you like it.

hell, you enjoy it more than you probably should.

you did feel like you were falling behind in the relationship aspect of life, but you had no thoughts to actually pursue the idea, choosing to just go with the flow of how things have always been.

but kim hongjoong came in like a storm, truly. it was merely an accident how you two met. you’ve been in the same fashion design class for awhile now, and also had the same business classes together, but never interacted.

but one night when your thoughts about relationships and everything got too far into your head, you found yourself stumbling into the 24 hour studio open to your fashion class to continue working on your final assessment project, to which kim hongjoong was there.

first it was simply helping each other out, then it was talking about each others dreams and future aspirations, then it came to always sitting together at class, going to lunches together, painting the walls of your apartment together, to asking him to help you with your thrift shop and clothing line, it was supposed to be just business and a new friendship at first… now, it’s gotten to the point of no return. for you, at least.

now it was doing all those things with the addition of butterflies in your stomach and constant bathroom breaks to calm the red flush on your cheeks whenever he says something that is a compliment towards you or just sounds any sort of sweet.

“see, it wouldn’t look bad if we did it this way.” hongjoong cut you off from your thoughts, putting his phone in your face to make you look at a reference photo he pulled up from pinterest.

you grabbed the phone from his hands, the sparks that you felt when your fingers lightly brushed his was enough to sprinkle pink along your cheeks and a giddy feeling to flow through your stomach.

“oh, you’re right.” you said, immediately going back to your professional act and putting the phone down on the table to look at it as you grabbed the sleeves of the denim jacket. “if we do it on the wrists, it’ll look fine.”

“right?” hongjoong said, coming up to your side and using a finger to pull his lockscreen down on his phone to check the time quickly. you two have been working on clothes since 12pm, and it was now bordering 8 at night. you acknowledged the time and the fact his wallpaper was a picture of you sleeping comfortably in your bed holding the stuffed animal he gifted you.

you felt like throwing up from all the emotions running through you, they all were so overbearing and intense, but they felt so good.

“it’s getting late.” you noted.

“sure is. wanna go on a date for dinner?”

“yeah–” you paused, slowly turning your head towards him with a squinted stare. “date?”

hongjoong laughed to himself, his eyes still on his phone as his bubblegum blue hair covered his eyes.

“a date, yeah.” he told you, turning his head to look at you sincerely.

the idea of love was originally something that was an obstacle in your mind, something that would prevent you from getting far in life because it was a distraction. you simply felt like you were solely cut out for being by yourself, focusing on yourself.

then love became something you were secretly envious of deep down. when everyone around you started to experience it, you felt like suddenly you didn’t have everything figured out in life, like you were missing something, that you were falling behind.

but kim hongjoong changed that. suddenly you were moving again, jumping the obstacle you so desperately wanted to avoid, to walk around. you were no longer feeling left behind, now you felt like you were complete.

“yeah.” you replied. “let’s do that.”

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worriedvision · 2 years

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Angst with favorite characters? 👀 im always down to read heart crushing stuff with Diluc if you'd like to feed the beast >:] I love using him in cheating scenarios or unrequited love stuff 👀 he forgets reader's bday/their anniversary only to end up spending the day with someone else?? Im kicking my feet bkokwowkeo

Diluc the businessman lacking in his relationship, love that stuff! Gender neutral reader, Diluc makes his priorities clear to the reader.

You were looking forward to spending your first year anniversary with the best possible person to be in a relationship with. The man that looked serious, but he had a warm heart and a brave mindset when it came to protecting Mondstadt. While you hoped he would surprise you today, he didn't seem to remember what day it was today. You were kinda happy about this, however, as you started your day by cooking him breakfast (of course you get up earlier than he does to do this), and you have gifts ready for him to open. You hear him throw his clothes on, and you prepare yourself for the 'happy anniversary, beautiful' to leave his lips.

...only to feel your heart sink when he rushes out the door. Obviously, he had a lot on his plate today.

Oh well, you could still bring the breakfast to him! Plus, he could wind down after a hard day's work with you handing him your gifts. Yes, this would work out fine!

Throughout the day, you find yourself anticipating him making a surprise visit at the adventurers guild to give you his anniversary gift. It doesn't happen, and you begin to feel a bit dejected. He wasn't one to forget important things, wasn't this important?

You see his brother, and he approaches you. Usually smiling, you grow concerned when he asks for you to walk with him. He doesn't wish you a happy anniversary with your boyfriend, and it looked like he was about to show you why.

Heading to the knights headquarters, Kaeya motions for you to stay quiet no matter what you hear or see. He opens the doors discretely, the knights giving you an empathetic look as Kaeya walks you to the acting grand masters door. You both listen in, and Kaeya keeps his eye on you to check if you're okay.

The first part of the conversation was business related, yes. Jean requested for juices that Diluc brewed for the knights, and you hear him respond by saying the other crates would soon be delivered. You look at Kaeya, silently asking him if this was what he meant, but he shakes his head.

You hear Diluc walk towards something, and you soon find out it's the desk. Jean gasps lightly, giggling before you hear something that sounded suspiciously like the start of an intense makeout session. You look over at Kaeya, horrified, and he takes this as his cue to walk you back to your place to pack your things.

Thanks to Kaeya, you were able to stay in one of the many empty rooms in the quarters. He helps you move your things, and he can't help but feel horrid for you when he notices all the lovely gifts you had sitting, just waiting to grace Diluc. You follow his line of sight, and you don't have the energy to return the gifts.

Instead, you write a simple note for your now ex boyfriend.

'Happy anniversary, you selfish bastard.'

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immortal-lov3r · 3 months

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sophies glow up guide.. (simple)

this has been a work in progress for over 2 weeks! ive been procrastinating to get this done, so im excited to share this with you! DISCLAIMER i am not professionalised in this! i am only giving out advice on whats worked for me.

want to glow up? but dont know where to start? well here is your simple glow up guide, we will go over-

health

hygiene

skincare

attitude and mindset

this will be your basic glow up guide, simple and easy to read and follow with.

health and nutrition:

your health is one of the most important things in your life! It affects your physical, mental, and emotional well-being. that's why it's so important to be productive about your health and try to prevent illness and disease etc.

fitness:

im not going to deep within this as your fitness levels are based on personal experience and i recommend to consult a doctor before doing an extreme amount of exercise.

rather than aiming 10k steps as people ask you too, start aiming for 5k, its obtainable for a busy person or someone who doesn't walk as much, overall walking is very beneficial.

if you have ability join a sport, dance and or gym! they keep you healthy and fit and can be super fun!

try a simple workout, pilates, dance, yoga biking, running etc, there are lots of youtube videos and even apps for workouts.

if you can walk places, as i said its very beneficial for your health and keeps your in shape.

nutrition:

I'm not going to go super deep into this, as no diet fits everyone and please consult with your doctor before taking dieting or anything like that seriously.

slowing start eating healthy, you can still eat your cravings and have yummy meals just try to balance out your diet with healthy foods, good fats, carbohydrates, protein, sugar and bad fats.

eat less sugar. sugar has many reasons why its bad for you to have over your daily intake so try to eat less sugars while still eating your fav treats!

dont skip breakfast! i know people saying doing omad (one meals a day) is good for you and skipping breakfast can befit weight lose, but no, breakfast is one of the most important meals so use it for high protein and fibre meals .

eat more friut and veg, simple as that.

hygiene:

hygiene is so important because it is what keeps you clean and healthy. hygiene should be one of your top priorities for your day. hygiene effects how people think of you, what you think for yourself etc.

brush your teeth well! brushing your teeth well keeps your breathe smelling good, clean teeth.

wash your body- washing your body with soap and or body wash and sometimes even a nice body butter can keep you clean and smelling good.

look after your skin- find out your skin type and get a cleanser for your skin type. find out if silicon based or water based is better for you skin.

skincare:

skincare is such a hard thing to ace! here is a simple routine and tips for you to ace your skincare. skincare is meant to help cleanse your skin and leave your skin feeling amazing.

routines:

cleanse - take a few minutes to cleanse your skin, even a simple micellar water will get rid of will get rid of makeup and dirt.

toner - toning is a great thing to use to help refresh skin especially if it includes ingredients like witch hazel which helps tightens pores.

serum- a plain hydration serum or some hyloronic acid etc will be enough to keep your skin looking going through your day

moisturiser- this is what keeps your skin moisturised for the day or can give you breakouts so be careful you pick the right one for your skin type look out for ingredients like Vitamin E, glycerin, Pro-Vitamin B5, and borage Seed Oil, which are all great moisturisers for your skin.

attitude and mindset:

mindset:

believing that you can grow, change, and improve is the best mindset to have, if you settle once you've done something and never try to accomplish greater you will have little success in life.

goal-setting mindset.

knowing what you want and willing yourself to reach it are two different things. when you know your goals, they motivate you. set high goals and don't stop until you reach them.

focused mindset.

one of the worst setbacks that can happen is losing focus and allowing procrastination to happen. discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment.

positive mindset.

choosing to be positive and having a good attitude will determine a lot about your life. be positive, not passive. instead of giving yourself reasons why you can't or shouldn't, give yourself reasons why you can and should go for it.

attitude:

positive attitude

a positive attitude is more than just smiling often and acting cheerful when others are around. it’s a way of looking at the world with optimism and hopefulness, where others would only see obstacles and dead ends.

be kind to yourself

work on self improvement

step back and focus on goals

spend time with nature

talk to other people / meet new people

act with a purpose

be around positive people

thank you for reading this far! <3 i hope you enjoyed.!

i am always open to suggestions for my posts, my dms are open <3

#girlblogging #clean girl #coquette aesthetic #green juice girl #glow up #becoming that girl #it girl mentality

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partially-controlled-chaos · 2 months

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Another WIP Wednesday

Another WIP Wednesday because I still haven't finished Chapter 2 of New Life Shall Prosper and I need it known that I haven't forgotten about it, I'm just going through a series of rewrites. But on the bright side, half of Chapter 3 is already written because of how I reworked this story so the gap between 2 and 3 shouldn't be as long.

“Come on, my love,” he said as he pulled the blankets from your body and exposed you to the cool air of the room, “there’s much to do today and I made a promise.” With a groan of false annoyance, you rubbed your eyes and finally sat up. Halsin stretched out along side you, effectively taking up as much of the bed as he could to dissuade you from crawling back in. His head rested on a closed fist, sitting up partially to still make conversation.

“And what business do we have planned for today that requires such an early start?” You asked as you draped your legs over the edge of the bed, your arms stretching high above your head with interlocked fingers as your back arched forward. When you were done, you glanced over to Halsin after not hearing a response and you found him gazing at you. His eyes slowly traced along your body, a tender smile across his face the lower his eyes traveled.

“Or did you have something else in mind?” You asked in a low voice as you reclined back as best you could, given the bulk of his frame was in the way.

“With you? Always.” Halsin said with a smirk before offering you an affectionate kiss to the lips, “But there are some matters that require our attention.” His smile had faded by the time the final words left his mouth and his faced had lost its softness. It seemed that his need to wake you stretched beyond your request for a wake up call.

“Is something wrong?” You asked as you straightened again. The change in his demeanor was enough cause for concern for your to snap out of your groggy state of mind. Since the fall of the Absolute, there had been very few times that you’d seen Halsin return to his duty driven mindset and he was teetering dangerously close to that precipice. Something was gnawing at his mind, although you weren’t sure what.

“Not quite, but there’s potential. It’s…it’s better if I just show you. Let’s take a walk when you’re dressed.” With a slight degree of hesitation, you made your way to your feet and began to dress.

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vlkyriesgf · 1 year

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pink cigarette // cruella x fem!reader

a/n: OKOK i finally got this out im so sorry it took so long! took a break but jumped right back into it. courtesy to pink cigarette for motivation for this fic <3

summary: As captivated as you are by Cruella, work for the Baroness’s Charity Event is the second thing to invade your mind. Seeing her on the balcony has you debating whether or not it’s the perfect time to let her know how much she’s charmed you.

warnings: mention of fake death, internalized homophobia (like for one sentence), some previous rudeness and insults, very much fluff and pining! but all in all enemies to lovers i guess you could say?

word count: 2.6k

Helping Cruella get her plan in motion for the Baroness’s Charity Event had you busy day after day. It was nice to get back into how it was before the “accident” which had you scared for someone that you had come to care for deeply.

When Cruella brought Artie on board to help her make her label, he also brought you along knowing that you’d be useful, since he considers you an amazing tailor. At first, she seemed like some cold, self-centered designer wanting to make her way to the top of the industry.

During the series of her stunts you’d get snarky remarks and sarcasm for your work. Though your designs would come out great and seem like they’re greatly appreciated, but you couldn’t help but have feeling like you’d be thrown out the moment she doesn’t need you anymore. It was comments that made you feel small and like if you were wasting your time helping her. Maybe it was because of the way she’d talk you down. She was so close to the point where her attempt at intimidating you worked, leaving the scent of her perfume lingering around you. Honestly you don’t know how you put up with her at all.

Cruella showed a liking to you over time, meaning she wasn’t as hard on you as she was on Horace and Jasper. Surprisingly, she told you about her motivation for what she’s doing: her mom and that little necklace. She even went as far to tell you her real name. It was bittersweet, though it was mostly her talking and you listening as her back faced you, unable to see her vulnerability. But you swore heard something genuine in her tone as she decided to show a little bit of herself to you, this changed your mindset about her tremendously.

Unexpectedly, she kept you and Artie around and you noticed that your relationship with her basically went from trial and error to a genuine friendship. You thought it might have been because she had another girl to be around, you know, similar struggles and/or interests. Though, you never would have thought that it would because she started to fancy you.

Throughout the preparation days for her planned Fashion Riot at the Baroness’s Spring Show, she was a little more flirtatious while being cautious about it. Instead of the usual spiteful comments, she’d give you smiles and glances and if she’s having a good day she’ll give you a cup of tea. You admired those gestures and it kind of excited you, making you think what would come next. So it’s safe to say that you were distraught when you saw the warehouse on fire and definitely relived when she came back to you alive.

You now find yourself going around and doing a few finishing touches before you catch a glimpse of Cruella sitting outside on the balcony. Buddy is comfortably sat by the window, his tail wagging when you come near to pet him.

Looking out the window, Cruella is staring out into the city as the sun sets. You gaze at her for a little longer, she looks so peaceful, like it was the first time in a few months that she’s able to relax this way. She’s beautiful. But you can’t confess to her now, not tonight. It was obvious to you that she was in a contemplative state. Of course she would be though, tonight is a big deal for her.

You decide to pour some tea for her and yourself. Walking back towards the window, you place both cups near Buddy before stepping outside. You take a deep breath in as the cold weather hits you, slightly shuffling in your coat while taking the cups and using them to warm you hands.

“Feeling alright?” you ask her after clearing your throat. Sitting on the window ledge, you admired her as faced the city.

“You could say that.” she replied, her tone almost showing no emotion, leaving you to figure out if she was telling you the truth.

“Tea?” you softly spoke out. You aren’t sure where this interaction was going but honestly you’re willing to go with it.

Cruella nods as she finally turns her head to your person, tapping the space next to her. You assumed that she meant to put the cup next to her, so when you turned back after placing it you didn't expect her to call out to you.

“Come sit, darling. I don’t want you to tire yourself out before the tonight.” she coos out.

When you realized the action, you felt your face heat up as you make your way next to her. Her eyes never came off you, even when you take a sip of your tea while you muster up the courage to ask her something.

“Do you really want to go through with this?” you don’t face her as you ask, mainly because you know the answer and expect her to berate you about why she is.

All Cruella does is sigh and put her attention back to back to the city. You were taken aback but weren’t entirely surprised at the action. You’re definitely not going to take her back facing you as an answer this time.

“Cruella, no, I’m being serious.” you retort, attempting to move your head into her view so she can’t avoid your question.

“Awh and you’re so cute when you are.” she teases, quickly turning to you as she said so for your reaction. It’s just the one she wants, her comment flusters you but to her surprise you managed to swiftly compose yourself as you gave her a serious look.

Sighing, she looks at her lap in thought, trying to figure out the right words. “I want to. Have to, need to, it doesn’t matter but its for her.” She looks back up at you and sees you’re finally meeting her eyes, catching her off guard a bit. “..And for me, of course.”

You hum in reply, knowing that shes referring to her adoptive mother. Though, you can’t shake the fact that she can actually get killed this time if anything goes wrong.

“Look, you’re so strong and brave I wish you knew you don't always have to be. I'm here, if you're ever willing to let me help shoulder those burdens." you insisted.

You put your cup down as you move your body towards hers. Looking down, you realized that the tip of your fingers were on hers. “I just want you to be careful. You need to look after yourself as well, not just us so don’t actually die this time okay?” you plead, staying fixated on both of your hands.

Cruella stays staring at you, not just with awe but also with perplexity. “I won’t.” she says breathlessly, the feeling of your hands brushing around hers making her heart race.

To her, it almost felt like a promise, it sounded like your cared about her. She doesn’t know exactly why or when it happened, but Cruella feels like she has to protect you. She came to terms with her infatuation, knowing that there’s so many things that she admires about you. Then again, her mind has always been obscure, you have to let her know gently so she doesn’t-

“Even after all this, after how I treated you, the amount of trust you have in me is truly marvelous.” The recalling of her behavior around you before made you lift your head, it almost had you protest but she continues.

“Sometimes you amaze me, darling. I mean you always do, you have such intuition and real wisdom about things. I like understanding the way you see the world, how you see me." she admits, realizing with each word, she takes a risk.

“Well then, I guess it’s safe to say that we can leave that behind us.” Finally looking back down, you notice that her hands are lightly holding yours. Though it’s not your entire hand and it’s just over your fingers, that gave you enough sense of bravery and reason to let her know how you feel.

“Cruella, I feel like there’s something I should tell you.” you almost blurt out, quickly darting your head up towards her which startles her for a moment.

Stopping yourself to collect your thoughts, she stares at you out of confusion. “Alright, spit it out then, darling.”

Wondering what you’re going to say next, Cruella softly rubs her thumb across your fingers to see if it calms you. It didn’t, though it feels nice, it’s getting you no where near to what you want to say.

Doubt and fear clouds your mind but you breathe in and decide to see how this plays out. After all, this could be the only opportunity to tell her. You turn to her and grab hold of her hands, having them rest on top of your knees comfortably in your gentle grasp.

“Cruella, I really like you. I know it’s.. “unnatural” for me to feel this way about another woman but, honestly, I can’t help it.”

You looked down out of nervousness saying that last part, her staring made your mind start to trail off thinking she was about to explode on you. She didn’t do that at all, surprisingly. Instead, Cruella’s expression is plastered with confusion, her eyes still locked on you. You see how they shift from side to side as if she’s trying to some some complex puzzle.

The silence is deafening, you quickly remove your hand off hers as you’re about to stand and begin to apologize. “Okay, never mind, this wasn’t a good time for this. Just forget that came out of me, I’m sor-“

“No wait, stop.” Cruella interrupts, grabbing your forearm to stop you from walking away. “I was cruel to you, why are you not intimidated like the others?”

Why is she asking that? Did she disregard what was just said? You assume this is her processing, so you just comply. “I said it’s in the past” you start off, still standing with your arm in her grasp while.

“But if it makes you feel better I was, my perspective changed later on. You’re a person too, you know. One that’s capable of change no matter your status or ego.” you tell her, seeing her face soften as you sit back down.

“After the fire, I’ve put you all under great worry. Ever since the start of all this, all I’ve done is hurt the ones I love.” Cruella doesn’t make eye contact, knowing it’s a sign of vulnerability.

Though, what she said gave you hope, she was being vulnerable and admitted her love. As much as you didn’t want to push her boundaries, you really needed to know if her feelings were mutual.

“So you do love me?” you say abruptly. Her shoulders tense slightly but drop right after. She’s tried of trying to go around this conversation in any way out of fear, so she decides to just go with it. No matter how it ends.

“Unfortunately, I do” she finally says, reluctantly.

“Why say it like that then?” you ask her, confused as to why she seems to hate the idea of why she likes you.

“Because I can lose you, don’t you understand?! What’s the point of having you to myself if there’s a chance where you can be taken away in an instant?”

All you could do was stare and listen as Cruella continued her short outburst. You wanted to give her a big, warm hug since this was probably the first time in a while she was able to express her emotions like this.

“I’m sorry. It’s just..you’re very valuable to me” Cruella then shifts closer to you to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, hoping that her motion of gentleness calms you.

Bursts of confidence surge within you as you decide to hold her hand in place. “It’s nice to know you mean it.”

You then turn your head towards her wrist, placing a kiss and letting your lips linger. A small smile forms on you lips after feeling the pulse on her wrist.

Before anything else can be said, you hear a honk from below. Startling the two of you and feeling Cruella’s warm hand swiftly leave your space.

Leaning towards the edge you see Horace standing next to a newly fixed car not believing that it was the very car that Cruella had driven, badly, after the Black and White Ball.

“When I fixed it, I noticed a name. Do you now what this car’s called?”

Your eyes shift to Cruella in confusion to Horace’s question, her attention still on him.

“A devil!” He proudly yells out, not knowing he mispronounced the name on the license plate.

“Horace, I think it’s pronounced “DeVille”. You know, “De-Ville”?” you reply, chuckling as you spoke.

“I like that.” you hear Cruella simply say before she grabs your hand to head back inside. You tug her arm to stop her. “Cruella?”

“Yes darling?” she replies genuinely as she turns to you, the nickname that she always throws around seeming personal this time.

“Please be careful tonight.” You tell her, remembering the possibly life changing event tonight with the Baroness.

Cruella sighs and and fully envelopes you into her embrace, you hands comfortably placed on her waist and her head slightly tilted down to meet your face.

“I will, love. Don’t worry too much, it’ll mess with your lovely head while going through with the plan” Cruella stares at you for a moment, an intrusive thought starts to swarm her mind. She then takes hold of your face and teasingly squishes your cheeks, making your lips pucker.

You’re about to protest since you don’t know why she’s squishing your cheeks, furrowing your eyebrows out of confusion. She then leans in and pecks your lips quickly, gently resting her forehead against yours afterwards.

You freeze up because of that, it’s nice to see this side of her. The side where it seems she has no worry and where she can begin to appreciate these new moments.

“I wonder if this would’ve been different before the fire” you whisper, breaking the comforting silence. Keeping your eyes closed, too shy to meet her eyes after what she did.

“I’m not too sure. I don’t want to ponder on that.” A few seconds pass until Cruella feels you lean in close for a kiss before she backs up a little, confusing you once more.

“What’s wrong?” you look up at her, your tone coming out a little defeated.

“Doing that would be very dramatic, darling. I’ll give you this for now.” Cruella places her hand under your chin and gently lifts your head, titling it to the side a bit.

Goosebumps quickly form on your neck to your shoulders from the sudden cold air hitting your skin. You see Cruella lean down towards your neck, feeling a soothing mix of her warm breath and the cool air.

She places a kiss, similar to the one left on her wrist, where your neck and head meet.

The feeling of her lips makes you melt but when she places one last peck, the blissful feeling is replaced by a tickly feel that makes you let out a small giggle. Facing you again, Cruella fixes your hair to cover the mark her lipstick left.

“When this is all over, you’ll get a proper one, I promise.” she says as she finishes adjusting your hair and coat.

“I guess I have something else to look forward to then.” you tell her, gently squeezing her sides out of excitement.

Nothing else is said as the smug grin you’ve grown to love forms on her lips, her hands reach for your hands once again as you both start to head inside. Even if you both didn’t know where tonight was going to go, you know that you wanted to be by her side the whole way through. Cruella, too, hoped for this, knowing that she’ll get to love every single bit of you.

#nats novels #cruella x reader #cruella de vil #cruella #cruella 2021 #cruella de vil x reader #cruella deville #estella x reader #cruella disney #emma stone #emmastone #emma stone x reader

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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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Hi again, could you do a tony x little!reader one where reader slips to a year old or newborn headspace and isn’t really verbal. So tony has to do the best he can to take care of her.

Thanks

So tiny, so small

Tony stark x little reader

1,230 words

Edited to the best of my ability

I loved this prompt even though im not too happy with how this turned out my friend said it seems perfectly fine, im just overthinking it.

Warnings: age regression, regression age is about 1 year olds mindset, little names like bumblebee, little star, baby, cg name daddy

Pronouns: she/they

No weight mentioned (all little can be picked up, especially by avengers😤 you can fight me on this (joking on the fighting thing))

No skin color or hair type mentioned

You are responsible for your own media consumption especially when theres warnings, dont like it? Dont read it

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You had been beyond busy, and with busy comes stress, with stress comes self rejection of important things that exist in your schedule put there to help you including coping mechanisms *cough* age regression *cough*, tony did similar to himself but has always been so in tune with you and your headspace, it came second nature to him.

All of that being said he knew for you going three weeks without letting yourself slip was not good, infact it meant one of two things, one being if you dropped it’d be because of painful emotions pulling you apart piece by piece, or two, you’re going to drop extra little and you’re gonna need extra help that day.

He didn't see any problem in either of those because its natural, whatever happens, happens he loves taking care of you when you’re regressed, so much so that it calms him down almost immediately when you bring him a stuffy, he finds you cuddling under your blankie, coloring or when you are absolutely enamored with a movie while soothing on a paci plus so many other things you do.

Out of worry for the day you drop he had everything prepared and set up in a preparation bucket, with that being said when he had gotten up for the day and checked on you before meeting Bruce in the lab you lay there deep asleep, undisturbed cooing and trilling in your sleep he knew what was to come.

You had woken up with a bit of cold to your side you were confused, trying your best you basically shriek out a coo, little did you know Friday had gone through with a protocol you had no idea existed.

"Sir, operation bumble-baybee is active" hearing that chime brought him out of his head "thank you Friday he responds with a giant smile upon his face, Bruce smiling as well, he knew exactly what everything meant, "ill stop by later to visit y’all and see the tiny, you have a good day"

"You too, ill see ya" tony walks out of the lab and heads up to your shared room.

He walks in to see you in a happy little trance of the pretty colors and pretty music, shapes spinning, shifting, changing growing all with music that is infections, leaking into the mind and soothing itself a home in your sweet little head.

"Well good morning little star you’re just having a blast now aren’t you?" He sets his stuff down coming over to your side of the bed where you managed to roll over and turn around, onto your tummy while staying wrapped up in your blankie, you coo and babble in response trying to scoot closer.

He reaches out to take your hands in his, kissing both, before noticing the small fading tracks on your cheeks from scratching, in response to finding them he kisses them as well to make sure they didn't bother you no more and his love was going to make everything perfect.

Helping you up and out of bed holding your hands he heads you to the bathroom so he can get you all dressed and ready for whatever adventure you embark on today even if its just inside the tower, taking the preparation bucket and getting what he currently needs he helps get you changed into a onesie and a pair of cozy fluffy pants to keep you warm and keep a bit of padding under your knees when crawling or sitting.

And than with everything else he adds socks and matching mits to keep you from scratching.

"We hungry bumblebee?" He quizzes, you go to respond but you get interrupted by your tummy talking for you, the growl rumbling telling him you are infact definitely hungry.

Knowing you wouldn't really want a lot of solid food but instead mostly milk or juice.

Picking you up he takes you to the front room putting toys on the floor for you and going into the small kitchen that looks directly into the front room.

He warms up a bottle of milk in a warm bowl of water letting it warm up for fifteen minutes, plenty of time to make a quick and small breakfast he can share with you if you want.

Just a few minutes he walks back into the room to find you squeal at the blocks toppling onto the floor.

"Hey bumblebee, look what daddy’s got" he shakes the bright green bottle a little catching your attention causing you to abandon your blocks and crawl to him with urgency in your little movements, seating yourself perched on your knees in front of him, wrapping your mitten clad hand around the bottle and suckling away with an urgency of hunger only a warm yummy bottle of your favorite type of milk could fix.

He pulls the bottle away for a moment making you breathe so you don’t upset your tummy or choke, "you wanna try a bite of my breakfast? " he asks before giving you the rest of your bottle.

Babbling in response and opening your mouth for food, he gives you a small bite of his breakfast watching you chew and swallow once again making sure you don’t choke at all. "You want another bite bumblebee?" A happy wiggle and opening your mouth for him to feed you another bite than reaching for your bottle taking it in both mitted hands going back to work on your bottle so focused you don’t even realize that there’s no more milk and that you’re just suckling on air.

Pouting when he pulls it away and put it to the side, "its all gone, there’s no more bumble" he chuckles, "aah" you hit your hands against his knee, "no there’s no more, c’mere baby were all done for now" he helps you up into his lap, patting your back, you curl into his chest feeling his chest rise and fall soothing you calm, this is exactly what you needed but its what he needed as well.

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Forty five min and plenty of cuddles later you start to get antsy, twisting and scooting, he lets you down, taking the plate and bottle to the kitchen, "in that time the penthouse front room was filled with babbling and squealing and the occasional gurgle that sounded like dada.

He comes back in to find you sitting near the elevator patting the doors, "oh sneaky girl, sweet baby what're you doing?" Pouting and patting the doors again babbling about what? He not sure.

"You wanna go somewhere?", "Aaah" you shout hitting the door one more time.

"Ooooh do we want to visit everyone?" Bouncing on your knees and giving grabby hands squealing telling him yes.

"Alright bumblebee, c’mere lets go see the others"

He picks you up, deciding on giving you a piggyback ride instead of how he normally does, with piggyback rides being your favorite because you can see everything he sees and point to things easier.

Once down on the communal floor finding some of the other littles in the tower he lets you down to play with then, watch shows and visit the others around.

Having the absolute time of your day crawling around trilling, cooing, babbling giggling and tons of little talk all that stress of three weeks is finally released and just letting your mind free

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I also want to thank @my-river-lilly for helping me as well as an unmentioned friend who doesn't have tumblr

I hope this fulfills your request im sorry if its not up to your request

#tony stark x y/n #daddy tony stark #tony stark fluff #tony stark x reader #daddy tony stark x little reader #daddy tony x fem reader #tony x little fem reader #tony stark x little reader #tony stark x you #tony stark x plus size reader #tony stark x little!reader #age regressor insert fic #agere reader #sfw agere #age regression

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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Girl how about erwin smith with pregnant s/o

He's VERY gentle with you.

He won't let you do ANY housework. Even when you're at the start of it (the first 3-4 months) and you CAN STILL do stuff like cook and clean and keep the house in a perfect shape.

Yeah, this man won't let you do anything and it's mostly about his ego because "Erwin Smith's wife" is not allowed to do any housework in the first place.

"Erwin Smith's wife" is not a servant, she is royalty and should be treated as such. This man is large, but not just physically, his mindset as well is set on the extremes. Which means that he doesn't mind spending his entire fortune on a 20-member staff to handle the house and the cleaning and cooking so that you'd have nothing to do except sit back nurture your baby growing inside you and just focus on being pretty for him.

But let's be honest, on whatever universe you find this man, he's rich, so he won't be really spending his fortune, this man's got money and he's not hesitating to spend it all on you.

Also, he loves how needier you get. The second he comes home from work he finds you clinging on him and he LOVES THAT. This man NEEDS attention even though he would never admit it. For example, he can be just sitting there, doing paperwork and how dare you have your attention on literally anything else and not him????

He's like I'M RIGHT HERE, AND WAITING TO BE ✨LOVED✨

So imagine how much he loves it when you're hormones are going insane and all you need is him to be around and baby you and spoil you.

Also, he cruddles your belly in the nights 🥺🥺🥺 he's the big spoon, holding you close, your back against his chest and the large warm palms of his hands are holding your growing belly 🥺🥺🥺🥺

My personal HC is he doesn't know how to cook or do housework, he only knows some basics in cleaning, BUT he's either gonna learn or pay for someone to do all the work for you.

Basically, he just wants you to do absolutely nothing and just rest because your body is already working so much for the both of you.

Ooohhh boy when the baby starts kicking??? HE'S GONNA PROBABLY START CRYING AHAHAH

maybe he'll def start crying but if we're talking about canon!Erwin, he probably wont cry BUT modern!AU!Erwin will DEF cry

This man straightup talks to your belly.

He comes back from home, doesn't even tell you hello, he just kneels down to come face to face with your belly and he's like "hello little one" or sth like that.

Kisses your belly a lot

Massages your legs, your back, wherever you're hurting

carries you to bed when he finds you asleep on the couch or your favourite armchair (no matter how heavier you get, he's a strong man he can scoop you up effortlessly)

I've said this before but, your first child is a boy I DON'T MAKE THE RULES

IT'S DEF A BLONDE BOY WHO GOT BUSHY EYEBROWS AND BLUE EYES and is the spitting image of his dad and also personalitywise

And when the day comes for you to give birth, modern AU Erwin panics LMAO he'll panic so much you'll have to be the one to calm him down

if it's canon!Erwin, bitch what do you expect, he won't even be there when you give birth 💀

ok ok ok jk jk he'll come running to you. He'll probably not get the chance to hear you scream or hold your hand, but he'll definitely make it in the end.

Poor man's too busy, we have to accept that canon!Erwin would put his job and duties above you and your child AND THAT'S SAD BUT that's how erwin is why are we simping for him is there sth wrong with us-

OK BUT IMAGINE the angsty scenario where you give birth whilst he's getting killed in some battle denjwehgijw AND ONCE you hold your baby for the first time, some soldier walks in and tells you the commander is dead efjghiigrinj and then you realise your son looks exactly like him AND IM NOT OK WITH THIS SCENARIO but im tempted to write that cuz im a masochistic bitch 👀

ok this is the only time canon!Erwin might cry, when your baby first comes to life. Modern AU Erwin will be bawling his eyes out uwu

DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE SEX LIFE

NSFW BELOW, MDNI, GTFO, CHILDREN, IF THE PATRON SAIT OF ERWIN HOES GOES TO JAIL, THEN WHO'S GONNA WRITE ERWIN CONTENT????

Ok well

remember when i said you're needy while pregnant?

welllll daddy erwin will definitely spoil you on that part too

it's amazing how he can pull so many orgasms out of you

you're so damn sensitive the man is going insane, and you're always so ready for another and another

he'll go down on you and suck on your poor clit till you're gushing all over his face and you're shaking and begging him to stop but he just won't njdejgjwkkgj

daddy kink ofc ofc ofc ofc ALWAYS daddy kink he's the daddiest

especially when you start to get insecure about your body, daddy erwin is gonna make sure to make you feel like the prettiest woman

he's gonna settle you on his lap in front of a full body mirror and he's either going to fuck up into you or just play with your swollen, puffy cunt for hours

"eyes on the mirror, sweetheart," his hot breath brushes against your ear as you both watch his big, fat cock disappearing inside your pussy "daddy wants you to see how fucking beautiful you are,"

but ofc the sex is slow and tender and soft and UWU

he doesn't want to hurt you so he's being so very gentle with you with every move he makes on you

erwin is a large man, ok? and chances are, his size kink kicked in when he chose you, so you're small (and even if you're not HE'S STILL a large, strong man) so the fear of hurting you in some way is always there especially when you're carrying his child so he's VERY careful when handling you

ok i can't think of anything else at the moment im writing this while at work LMAO

tysm for the awesome ask, anon, uwu

imma @ ppl later uwuwuwuwuw tysm for reading!

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wormbloggign · 3 months

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Glenn Chambers wore plaid pants with red and green, and a pink dress shirt, His belt bore a buckle with the PRT logo on it. His hair had changed too, parted neatly into what I assumed was ‘geek chic’, and the glasses had changed as well, with thick, round frames. An ID card hung around his neck. He didn’t fit any of those particular archetypes.

i love how shit his fits are. this man CANNOT dress. let him micromanage every aspect of your persona.

“Go, and hurry,” Glenn said. “Tell them to fix it and cast another prototype before the run starts. These are toys, they’ll be in the hands of children and collectors both. The people who are buying these are fans. What’s it going to say if their most immediate association with Esoteric is the broken toy sitting on a shelf? It’s going to convey that he’s flimsy.”

ok thats just poor organisation, you'd have the base construction and elements of the doll figured out WELL before you start working on its visage. glenn has dropped in my opinion of him

“I asked to speak to you because I wanted you to know about the damage that’s being done.” “Ah, this is about the butterflies.” “It’s about a lot more than butterflies. It’s the whole mindset. The attitude of the heroes. I’d talk to Chevalier, but he’s too busy. I’d talk to Rime, but she’s recovering from being shot three times. You’re the only other person I’ve met so far who really seems to be in a position to know what I’m talking about. Besides, as far as I can figure, image and PR seem to be at the heart of the problem.”

she's back to her favourite pastime. (i genuinely love everytime she does this)

“The focus isn’t on lethal or nonlethal,” Glenn said. “It’s on whether we can trust you to keep on the path you’re walking. If you start taking shortcuts now, what happens a year down the line? If we decide you can go all-out in one specific situation, does that open the door for another?”

genuinely good point, good to see glenn is trying hard to properly vett new capes

taylor goes so hard as a monster i really do love it

“Until I turn eighteen,” I said, feeling a little hollow.

that's less than a year, you can handle that.

Chevalier approached. “You murdered two people. Three, going by your admission while in custody. Two PRT directors, one major hero. When Dragon and Defiant suggested we bring you on board, we were divided. It was Glenn who offered the compromise that we ultimately agreed to. This compromise.” I glanced at Glenn, who shrugged. Glenn?

glenn wanted an excuse to integrate hexagon tiling into NEW PRT advertising didnt he

“That’s why you’re waiting two years? You think that it’ll take that long to vet me, before you can give me actual responsibility?”

two years? didnt she turn 17 around the time coil did his big bombing run? did she just forget?

LETS FUCKGIN GOOOOOO

that's genuinely horrifying, thanks

Mail from all around the United states. From strangers, from fans. Words of support. Criticism. Death threats.

this is functionally the first time the general public has had the chance to communicate directly to her. yeah i expected as much

hes bumbling 🥺🥺🥺

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! what the fuck???

aishas doing great actually

lisa is lisa-ing

Atlas died. I wanted to let you know. Tattletale had him, but he wouldn’t eat or move. We asked for him, and we found a place for him. The guys say they think they know a good way to make a mold. They’re covering him in brass. A way of saying you’re still with us. Take care of yourself. -Char

MY BOY ;-;

silly goofy, rachels going through it.

overall, taylors polycule miss her and the others have their own thing

Withdrawing a notepad, I started sketching out the designs I was thinking of. Alterations to the costume, weapon ideas, tools and concepts.

!!!! !!!!

The costume Defiant and Dragon had given me was theirs, not mine. The fighting style that had been dictated was Glenn’s and Chevalier’s. This, this would be me.

im gonna have to draw her new costume too when it get out arent i.

(we are pretending like im not incredibly excited about this development)

#liveblogging worm #Drone 23.3

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darkwaveho · 1 year

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Is there any possible way we can get a Natasha x Amber Drabble or oneshot? I’m SO curious what went down and Natasha’s mindset during the entire cheating thing. Also im just a nosy bitch Like that HAHA I need all the tea

Damage control

Temptation

Parings: Mob!Natasha Romanoff x reader (Established relationship) Mob!Natasha Romanoff x Amber (OC / stripper)

Warnings: cheating obviously, angst? brief gun play, brief smut.

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a/n: I think I changed a few minor points of the story but hopefully this is what you wanted? also I didn't think so many people would want to read what happened but here we go. 😂

"What is it? can it wait until tomorrow? I'm having dinner right now." She exhales cursing under her breath as she hangs the phone up without saying goodbye. “I won’t be back until later.” She stands from the dining room table gathering her things and sending a quick text to Clint.

“What, why?” Your silverware clash down against the fancy plates as you stand to corner her for further information.

"I still have unfinished business with Tony, so I'm going to his club to get this shit finished." She needs Tony to sign the contract, he’s been dodging her for a few days now, and she's been more than generous with him.

“I thought you told Bucky to handle it?” You quirk an annoyed eyebrow at her excuse.

“I did and as you can see, he didn’t get the shit done.” She huffs in frustration, putting her jacket on. “Why not send Yelena?” I know you don’t want her really involved with things, but this seems easy for her.” You already knew the answer that followed your question, but you really wanted a night with Natasha that led into the morning of your trip. that way it would be set in stone that the trip wouldn't be cancelled.

“I’d rather go myself, that way I know for sure it gets done.”

“We’re supposed to be packing for tomorrow, I swear Natasha if you cancel our trip, I’ll-" Her lips slam against yours, she pulls back with confidence and smugness. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, we’re going on our trip tomorrow, I promise.” She takes your silence as an opportunity to reassure you some more as she casually wraps you up in her arms. Not soft but not her usual cold and distant embrace either.

“And we’ll be taking the jet, so don’t worry yourself to death if we run behind our schedule that you so gracious planned out.” She quirks a smug smile as your guard drops down for her. She was great at reeling you back in with promises and words and usually you’d put up a fight but it feels real. It finally feels like she’s putting you first for the first time in a long time. Tomorrow you both will be on a private jet on your way to long overdue vacation pictures. “Fine.” You reply while releasing a exhausted sigh. Natasha smiles at your response and kisses you in appreciation before things can get carried away the car honks in the driveway signaling for Natasha to leave. “Hurry back and be safe.” Before she walks away completely you kiss her once more. Before she’s walking out the front door leaving you with a half a bottle of wine and Luke warm dinner to finish alone.

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“Hey, we need to search you before you-“ The bouncer gets a fist to his face before the words left his lips. Natasha at the forefront walking into the dimly lit club. She stands in the middle of the room eyes slowly and cautiously searching for the arrogant narcissist, but he instead finds her first, in a panic state Tony grabs the closest person near him at the moment which happens to truly work in his favor. Amber. The prize and few of this whole establishment, Tony’s money maker. The dancer Natasha was familiar with the last time she came to this establishment. Getting a lap dance from the young woman left Amber with a smile on her face, she didn’t even have to work the remainder of that night if she didn’t want to, Natasha being the ever-generous tipper. “Psst Amber I need you to go take Natasha to the private room.”

“What? You want me to ask her to the private room when she barely even touched me when I gave her that lap dance?” Amber arches her brow and folds her arms. Natasha barely looked at amber as she was grinding on her, her face remained unbothered. “She tipped well though, so I won’t complain.” Tony drinks back a shot of whiskey and points to Amber. “Just distract her okay, she’s familiar with you already there’s a chance she’ll accept.”

She saunters over to Natasha with intentions of getting her to the confined room. Amber would be lying if she said she wasn’t excited to potentially get the red head in a private room. “Would you like to a trip to heaven?” Heaven, being the name of the private room, and only the exclusive, elite people were invited into that room. Amber steps closer to Natasha but gets blocked off when Clint and Bucky step in front of Natasha. Natasha snaps her head to the direction of Amber, and motions for her men to stand down, letting Amber past them. “No thank you, but you can guide me on a trip to find your boss, where’s Tony?” Amber was under a lot of pressure here, piss off either one of these people and she’d be fired or dead. She swallows thickly quickly trying to form a lie that the red head couldn’t suspect. “I just got here not too long ago.” She shrugs her shoulders. Natasha narrows her eyes.

“So, you just offer me a private room while your boss isn’t here to give the, okay?” She’d caught Amber in a web of lies, if it weren’t for Tony showing himself, she’s sure she’d be dragged off into the alley and into the trunk of Natasha’s car. “Calm your tits Romanoff, I had other business to attend to but I’m here now.” He glances at Amber with a pointed look of disappointment before turning back to face Natasha. “Amber has clearance to pick and choose people for the private room.”

"I see, how lovely that is for her, now, you and I have business to discuss once again Stark." Tony chuckles and once again pushes Amber into the conversation. "Yes, of course, after your trip to heaven, I'm not quite finished with my important phone call in my office yet." Tony wasn't a dumb man he knows that contract Natasha handed him is a janky one, which is why he was procrastinating so long, waiting on his lawyers to tell him just how screwed he would be if he signed it, willingly.

Natasha told him she was looking to invest in certain properties but realistically she needed it for money laundering, what better way to launder money than to do it in this establishment of crumble old dollars placed between a young woman's skin and the barely visible fabric that covered her. Half of the money coming in here was already dirty, it was perfect. Natasha needed this to be settled, hearing word of rivals getting information on this property she needed to act fast. "Like I said before, No thank you. I'll wait for your call to end."

"I know you're in a relationship, but It's not a big deal. Y/n's not here and you're the one in control, right? or did I get it wrong between the two of you?" If it was one thing Tony did well it was getting under people's skin with his words. Natasha being the power-hungry person she is she wouldn't dare turn away from a challenge about her authority of power on the street and even within her own relationship.

"Maybe you should enjoy yourself boss." Rumlow inserts himself into the conversation after being silent this whole time. Natasha looks to bucky and clint waiting on their opinions. They only shrug in response not truly seeing the problem here. Eventually, Natasha accepts the offer not only because of Tony questioning her authority but she would be lying if she said she wasn't a little curious about why Amber was so popular around here, outside of her body and looks what did she bring to the table behind closed doors?

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“Haven’t seen you in a while, Red.” Amber stalks closer to Natasha as she’s seated on the small loveseat.

“I’m not typically in these places unless it’s for business, and don't call me Red, it's Natasha.” Her voice stays firm and cold during this small encounter. Natasha’s eyes stay locked in on Amber’s every move

“So, you’re all business and no play?” Amber tests the waters again and places herself on Natasha’s lap.

“Oh, I assure you I can play, but I’m most certain you aren’t into the type of games that I am.” The sexual games and kinks Natasha was into was nothing of the norm. There was also the fact that no one else did it for her, except for you. Amber's lips still close in proximity to Natasha's. She boldly leans forward before her air supply is constricted.

"Keep your lips to yourself do you understand?" Kissing was too intimate for Natasha; this was not an intimate encounter she was looking for. It was already bad enough her curiosity landed her in this room for a quick fuck. Amber nods her head frantically with wide eyes it was too late to turn back now, now she had a hint at just what kind of games Natasha was into, a shiver ran down her spine in curiosity as she came up with many sick and twisted scenarios in her head. “Now get on your knees and stick your tongue out.” Natasha was way past the point of conversation. She wanted to get things done and be back at home preparing for her vacation. A vacation that she’s promised you on again and off again for months and never pulled through on.

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"Hold it." Natasha's voice is stern, as Amber moans she repeatedly tells Natasha "I can't- I can't hold it, please." Natasha chooses to ignore her, how hyped up was amber and she couldn't even handle the first sensation of an orgasm denial. Natasha rammed into amber with force and frustrations. Tony's words lingering in her mind as she pounded the toy deep inside the whimpering dancer. Natasha wasn't even focused on her own pleasure, not that she could even if she tried. For some reason she felt nothing as she drilled into the loud dancer. No arousal or anything which she found odd because yes, Amber was attractive, had sex appeal, and her body was nice. It just didn't do anything for her sexually, it could've been the fact that she was trained to please the sleezy males that stumbled into this club looking for a fantasy, a new shine toy that didn't need commitment or obligations other than throwing currency on their skin. The feelings, or lack of feelings and reaction Natasha was feeling wasn't normal, a normal person would be thrilled to fuck Amber into the cushion of the mattress, but Natasha? she was anything but normal.

She blames Amber for her lack of enjoyment instead of recognizing her bubbled guilt that was creeping into her mind. So, she tries something. Natasha keeps Amber bent over the mattress and shifts behind her. Amber was just about to ask what was going on when the gun connected to her skull. "What- what the hell are you doing?" She replies in a panicked state. Natasha lifts her up, pressing her front to Amber's back as her arm tightens the hold around her neck. "You said take a trip to heaven; well, this is what my heaven looks like, you also wanted me to show you how I can play….this is also what it looks like." The entire time Natasha was in this room she couldn’t help but to compare and contrast this moment to moments she’s had with you. This was the complete opposite of what you two had, she never had to resort to dark kinks to feel something with you that was an added bonus to her pleasure not something that was a necessity. She gives a few frustrated thrusts before Amber's juices are leaking down her own thighs. She clenches her eyes as another wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Natasha sighs in relief finally reaching her climax and pulls out of Amber completely, ignoring the sensitive state she was in. The moment the toy leaves her hole gaping and sensitive she desperately drags herself against the mattress trying to catch her breath and hoping that Natasha was left satisfied. This was a change in pace for Amber, whenever she was in this room, she was the one doing the pleasing, but Natasha would never let her have the privilege of doing that to her.

"How disappointing was that?" Natasha speaks the words out loud but makes no move to actually address them to Amber, she fixed herself as best as she could and left the room without another word or glance towards Amber's drained and overstimulated body. Rumlow turns after quickly pocketing his cell phone, he turns to Natasha waiting for some sort of conversation to take place, but she continues forward on her mission to get the hell out of here and to go home to you.

Rumlow follows after her silently as she checks her phone and sees its exactly three o'clock in the morning. "So, how was she?" Rumlow says behind Natasha. "The room should get renamed to trip hell instead of trip heaven because the bar and expectations were hellishly low." Is the only thing Natasha replies back to him. after that encounter she'd never let temptation and words get the best of her, especially since it wasn't worth her while anyway. No one compared to you, no one set a fire into Natasha's eyes except for you.

She gathers Bucky and Clint to take her back home completely forgetting the sole reason why she came here. her mind was a mess and she really just wanted to be home with you.

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Natasha checks herself in the mirror before walking up the stairs to the bedroom, normally you'd try waiting up for her on the couch, but she told you ahead of time that she'd be back late. She peeks into the bedroom to find you sound asleep, television remote in hand and one of your favorite shitty tv shows playing on the screen. You looked disgustingly adorable, her sweet face sound asleep, how could she be so stupid?

She goes straight into the bathroom to take a shower, not only did you not stand the smell of cigar smoke, but Natasha had to wash away the guilt she felt right now. She scrubs harshly all over her skin with soapy suds as she grows frustrated with her actions. Never in a million years has she ever thought of cheating on you, you were too much of a prize possession and not to mention the long and lengthy history you two have. The faint smell of cotton candy fragrance still invades her nostrils she can't wait to jump into bed and shove her face into the crook of your neck to rid her of this unfamiliar and unsettling scent. The thought of you finding out is frustrating her even more. Natasha curses herself as she desperately scratches away at the tiny specs of glitter on her skin. As she steps out of the shower her mood has increasingly changed; she was overthinking things. As she changes into her clothes and quietly slides into her side of the bed the sense of relief and familiarity invades her body.

“Anything interesting happen?” You mumble the words still in a daze of sleep. Natasha goes still as she holds you in her arms, she was thankful for the darkness. It did amazing at shielding her guilt. She clears her throat and trails a few kisses down the center of your neck.

“Nothing interesting, just business as usual.” After you receive her answer, you hum in agreement and nod back off to sleep. She instantly shifts closer and tightens her grip on your body and inhales your scent once more. She’s no longer worried about you finding out what happened tonight, no one would snitch, and it meant nothing to her. By tomorrow the both of you would be on a private jet somewhere vacationing in the tropical islands, Natasha couldn’t wait for tomorrow. Little did she know tomorrow would unravel a ball of lies, pain, and hurt that would change your relationship forever.

#damage control au #mob!natsha romanoff x reader #mob!nat #natasha romanoff x reader

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eatmyassssssssz · 1 year

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Request timeeee nsfw obviously cause im hoe-

riding price in his office chair after a stressful meeting

he held his head, attempting (admittedly a fail attempt) to sort through his piles and piles of many many loads of paperwork. then, he heard a knock. a recongnisable knock. a knock from his girl, his little secret, his little cock sleeve, his little hiden away slut.

well.

that's not fully true. he hoped that he could call you that, that he could call you his girl. but he couldn't. because he was much aware you had a boyfriend. as much as he attempted to block out the name of that idiot who you seemed to speak so highly of, like the wanker was a god. you should speak of him like that, not some other guy. especially not someone called...jacob. seriously. what sorta name is that? jacob? 'the fuck is up with you', sometimes he thinks.

"capn'?" your delicate voice called out. "can i come in, please?" he sighed of relief as he heard your relaxing voice. "of course, come on in." he said as he licked his pointer finger to assist himself too flick through his piles upon paper of piles.

he looked up, a soft smile crossing his face as he saw, as he described you in his fantasies, when his hands are wrapped around himself, when his hands are busy and his breathing is quick, when the corners of his eyes are seeing white with pleasure, when his mind is full of a horny haze, when his cum is spreading all over his hands in uncontrollable pleasure, his girl.

your eyes were innocent and his own loomed over your body. your figure, your curves, your clothing choices, how you have your hair.

perfection.

a nymph - a young deity, just waiting to be plagued with nasty thoughts and demoralised by your captain.

you might not know it yet you did, but that ruins the fun for price and youre a damn good hider of it but youre his, he lusts after you.

his brain races as the thought of you, and let alone the sight of you and damn was he going absolutely ballistic at what you were wearing.

he felt his blood rush down to his dick as he studied you.

"uh..what do you need?"

"i was wondering..could i have some time out of camp? my boyfriend threatened to break up with me if i didn't get some time out." you mumbled, playing with your hands, obviously a little unhappy to say that thats how stable your relationship is.

"that doesn't sound to healthy o' a relationship, dear." he says, studying your posture. "come 'ere." he bent his finger at you, inferring for you too come closer to his desk. you close the door behind you.

you walk closer to his desk, him moving papers around so he can rest his hands down.

"you're a gorgeous girl. you do know this, i assume?" he compliments you, looking over you. "thats not the real reason, i hope." he traced your hand over his own. "because, if so, that's not a very good mindset for either of you. and he needs to step up."

"he..he did say that, yes, sir." you whisper, but you two were close enough to hear eachother. he got the memo and he whispered too. "i can treat you a lot better, hm?"

his words froze you, like a deer in headlights, shocked.

"i- sir, i dont know if thats appropriate."

"im the captain of this force, so what does it matter?"

"i..i suppose, not a lot." you look at him, a blush decorating your cheeks.

you were simply, by this point, on your knees and this man was obsessed. he looked down on you and you returned the look with those beautiful, sultry, eyes of a siren.

you moved a hand up to his thigh, staring him directly in the eyes. the sexual tension was fogging your eyes, as well as his.

you fiddled with the zipper to Price's bottoms. "mmhn- open already..wanna see what im working with." you mutter and Price smiled at the last comment. he moved your hand polietely and unbuttoned them for you.

"there you go, d'rlin."

you undone the zip and you could see his bulge even more as the zip being unzipped caused you to be blessed with a more..revealing material.

"jesus.." you mumble. he slid down his jeans till they were at his lower thigh. "youre...massive. jesus." you said as you viewed the outline of his cock. it was thicker than most. a lot thicker than most.

"i..i can't suck that."

"why not?"

"i..ill choke!"

you bobbed your head, gagging softly.

"oh, god..mmhn, love, suck that like your life depends on it.." he groaned out. with how big he was, he very much could make your life depend on it.

"u—uh huh!!" you nod softly, you knew he couldn't understand what you just said. your mouth was much too full for that.

he held down your hand, you dug your nails into his thighs. "s..sir! s—sir, can't breath!"

2...4...6, up.

he let you up to take a breath.

1..3..5, down.

he shoved you back down, dragging your hair up and down, using your throat as a fuck toy.

"oooh— fuck- your mouth...you..oh, you.." he muttered things that were not recognisable as he continued to paint your throat white.

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