#🍹writing

[cecinderal]

Omg heyyy could u do nsfw washford headcanons w an afab fem reader pls!!

ong first request, i’m framing this and naming my first born child after washford to commemorate this moment!!

Nsfw Washford hc’s

Warnings; None, maybe oral? but i don’t focus too much on it, sorry if this seems ooc or anything! i haven’t finished any of thw characters yet so this is based off limited interaction + first impression

Starting off with the very basic - He’s a submissive-leaning top!! there’s a reason that mf is under the dryer💔 no matter the position he puts you in (or you put him in), he likes the sex to be intimate and slow

His cock is on the heavier side and his balls are heavy, there’s a vein bulging out that has him weak in the knees if you run your tongue over it, he has a bush and a happy trail (both of which he keeps trimmed and neat, but grows just enough to be purposely be erotic)

Quickies are a no-go for him, i just can’t see him being at all interested in something like that

He loves eating you out, but doesn’t care for oral being performed on himself. If you really (and i mean really) want to, he’ll let you, but you’ll be in control of it all, he wouldn’t want to throatfuck you (as much as his twitching cock might suggest otherwise)

Along with the sex being long, he’ll quote his favorite books, poetically describing every detail about your figure - you might not understand, but it’s hot anyways!! he’ll speak the words directly into your skin, starting with your lips before, pressing slow kisses and words into your skin with every moment, making sure to draw the moment out.

You might ask him to “please go faster” but begging only makes him go slower, not to tease, but to gentle-parent you into learning some patience. He’ll take his time to praise your body and appreciate it thoroughly.

He doesn’t cuss during sex, but you may hear him let out the breathiest “fuck” when the head of his cock is guided inside for the first time. He continues to whisper poetic descriptions, making sure you know exactly how he’s feeling - not letting you doubt for a second whether or not he feels good - as he pushes further inside. It’s like the more that his dick fills you up, the less you’re able to think, fucked into a thoughtless, foggy mindspace where you can only focus vaguely on where his hands are, on your hips or rubbing your throbbing clit.

When Washford sets a pace, it’s not slow, but he’s not pounding into you like an animal. When he’s balls-deep inside, that’s where his cock is going to stay! wrapped in your soaked warmth, he’ll rut into you, and you’ll feel every single inch he has to offer you (if you can handle that much, that is, but Washford will make sure you can). His hips stay against yours, he likes being able to see your face so missionary is ideal, rolling deeper into you, you’d think you two might fuse together.

When he comes, it’s literal buckets! the rutting will feel desperate, so you’ll know it’s coming, and he’ll want you to cum with him. When he fills you up, it’s scorching hot, and that’s possibly the last time you’ll hear him cuss that night

[dichromaticdyke]

7 Devigail!!!

7- Write about one member of your ship asking the other to dance with them.

Though Abigail had been aware of Devon's impressive music collection for quite some time, she was still finding many records and tapes tucked into the shelves that surprised her. She had her own significant catalog of music backed up on her hard drive, and she'd make a pretty lousy producer if she didn't keep up with enough music variety to keep her ear sharp. She wondered what Devon ever spent their money on besides music. Still, it gave her a chuckle to find the what appeared to be the soundtrack to Elvis's infamous film Blue Hawai'i on their shelves.

As she turned the vinyl over in her fingers, amazed that such a vintage record still seemed mostly intact despite her handling, she noticed it was a 7-inch, easily explaining the placement better, even if the idea of Devon willingly buying anything with that man's face on it was laughable.

She turned her head as Devon came in from the kitchen, uncapping a well-loved bottle of whiskey. "Find somethin'?" they asked.

"Yeah," she said, quickly putting the record onto the turntable before Devon could see. Music and liquor, resting against Devon's legs while she read or they worked on a new leatherwork project, talking softly to recap the week that the both of them had missed due to their contrasting schedules. It was a common Sunday evening event, and Abigail had typically been tasked with setting the mood by choosing from Devon's record collection.

And now, she was ready to set the mood for something else. Even if, on any other day, the two might quip about the debated deservedness of Elvis's success, she felt the warmth of her necklace against her clavicle, her body feeling as though it was glowing tonight. With that, she dropped the needle.

Wise men say, only fools rush inBut I can't help falling in love with you

"Ah, Abi...," Devon said softly, but Abigail pressed her finger to their lips.

"The movie was terrible. I know." She rested her hands on their biceps, and, with no hesitation, their gloved hands found her waist. Devon knew better than anyone what a fool they'd turned her into, and she wouldn't have it any other way. They were her fool, too.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sinIf I can't help falling in love with you?

You couldn't tell who was leading either. Maybe you'd guess correctly, but there wasn't really a "correct" guess here. They were leading each other, pulling each other to and fro in the tidal wave of emotion.

"What came over ya?" Devon asked softly, too quiet to be heard over the saccharine crooning of the man on the vinyl.

She smiled back. "Maybe we should go to Hawai'i. We deserve it."

"You're nuts if ya think I'm gettin' on a plane for ya."

"You've done it before," she reminded them.

"Yeah. Yeah, because I'm nuts about ya."

"Me too." She remembered her own equally insane choice, not just getting in a plane for them, almost dying in said plane for the chance of finding them again. She deserved to go somewhere nice for it anyway.

Take my hand, take my whole life, tooFor I can't help falling in love with you

"How about we just start with the drink, huh? I'll make a Blue Hawai'i for ya right now."

She kissed them softly in response, and it was enough for them, kissing her back with equal gentle passion, the dancing turning to swaying. Smoke was already on their lips, and she inhaled it deeply, the fire in them meeting with her own, the ocean around both their necks keeping them to the ground.

For I can't help falling in love with you

The record skipped as it reached the end of the song, and when Devon went to flip it, Abigail kept her hand firmly in theirs. "Start the song over," she said. "I'm not done with you."

"A'right." They did as she said. "But I'm puttin' on 'Rock-A-Hula Baby' when I make your drink."

In lieu of a response, she moved her hands up to cup their face, pressing her nose to theirs. Both their eyes closed shut in peaceful sway.

[vaguekiwi]

Omg non-con violet rain 👀

Short spin-off 👀

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(in reference to this post)

no see you get it anon 😌

I have a "What If" series for Violet Rain in the works, but this idea is so dark that I'm thinking like... completely separate thing. I'm just really digging the idea of a non-con forced marriage AU right now, and there's so much potential to that. Like: modern or medieval royalty AU? Omegaverse or no? Redemption arc or just dark dead dove stuff?

[heavenknowsffs]

Posting a job spell because i desperately need a job that pays above min wage, with a good work environment and that allows for good work-life balance

Likes charge, reblogs cast 🙏🏼✨️🔮✨️🕯

[bizzyboyfriends]

I choked guys... oops. Flirting was NEVER a strong suit of mine,,,,

Silly comic based off this video - WARNING !! LIGHT SPOILERS FOR GRE.AT GO.D GR.OVE but you can watch cappy's part and not be spoiled. It's just parts of biz.zyb.oy names depending on how far you've gotten!!!

[intcritus]

i could spend the day just like this, right here with you. - Isane to Rangiku

being tucked into isane's embrace, skin to skin, was an experience that rangiku couldn't fathom being without. fingers trace over bare hip then slide down her thigh with a low purr in her throat. how many mornings had they spent like this ? evenings ? it still was so precious, the time she got to spend with her. the soft, tender moments where the world ceased to exist and it was alright to be vulnerable, to give up all her worries for the one she loved. ❝ ━ i wouldn't give this up, ever. ❞ her voice is quiet, adoration saturating every word, nuzzling into the taller's bosom, cheekily giving a spank to isane's butt. gods, she was so perfect. ❝ ━ if we get in trouble, you're allowed to blame me.~❞ @strcngered

[folkwhoreberry]

Hiii!!!! Can you do a Charles Leclerc x reader fic maybe during F1 75 Charles and reader who’s maybe a public figure were sitting at the same table. Either as a wag or ambassador (or both?) and when the host (i forgot his name) makes that joke about his fiancée and him thinking about Charles when they’re together but what if instead of him saying he thinks about Charles, he says he thinks about reader and Charles does something about it?

Not really sure about this but I’m interested in however you’d write it if you do!

Get Your Hands Off My Woman

charles leclerc x reader

or... the one where everyone had to keep their eyes off you

word count : 812

warning : jealous charles, prick jack, english is not my first language!!!

on the radio : miss possesive by tate mcrae

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sitting at the f1 75 gala, you’re trying your best to keep a low profile, though it’s proving difficult given the company at your table. between the bright lights of the cameras and the chatter of the other guests, you’re grateful to be here as a plus one, supporting charles, rather than for your own public persona. you glance at him beside you, the corners of his mouth lifting into a soft smile when he notices you looking. his hand rests on your knee under the table, a small gesture of affection that helps ground you in the chaos.

the night has been flowing smoothly, until jack whitehall, the evening’s host, takes the stage. his jokes have been light and funny so far, poking fun at drivers and their teams, and everyone is enjoying themselves. but then, jack’s attention shifts toward your table, and a mischievous smile creeps onto his face.

“ah, the beautiful people,” jack begins, eyes flicking over you and charles. “and speaking of beauty, charles, mate, you’re one of the lucky ones, aren’t you?”

charles laughs softly, though you notice a slight shift in his posture, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your knee. you smile politely, trying to prepare yourself for whatever jack might say next.

“but I have to be honest, every time my fiancée and I are, you know, in bed, I can’t help but think about someone else. someone much, much better looking.”

the crowd titters with laughter, charles raises an eyebrow, and you feel your cheeks flush. surely he’s not going where you think he is.

“yeah, charles,” jack continues, smirking, “I’m talking about your girl.”

the room bursts into laughter, but all you can hear is the ringing in your ears. you tense up, unsure whether to laugh it off or let your irritation show. charles’ jaw tightens next to you, his hand now gripping your knee firmly, a sign that he’s not as amused as everyone else seems to be.

jack is still laughing when charles shifts beside you, and before you know it, he’s standing up, speaking into the microphone that’s connected to the camera which is filing his reaction closely.

“you know,” charles says, his voice calm but firm, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about her like that.”

the room falls quiet almost instantly, the air thick with tension. your heart is racing now, the attention of the entire room shifting toward your table. you glance at charles, surprised but touched by his protective tone.

jack stammers, clearly caught off guard. “oh, uh, no harm meant, mate. just a joke.”

“I understand,” charles replies, still composed, though there’s an edge to his voice now, “but she’s not part of the joke.”

there’s an awkward pause as the tension lingers in the room, and you can feel eyes on you from all directions. but charles doesn’t back down, his hand still resting protectively on your knee, thumb stroking gently now as if to reassure you.

jack tries to recover, offering a sheepish grin. “right, right. my bad, my bad. lovely couple, by the way. very jealous.”

the crowd chuckles, the atmosphere starting to ease back into something more relaxed, though you can still feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you. you glance at charles, and he gives you a small smile, his eyes softening as they meet yours.

when the attention finally shifts away from your table, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. charles leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he murmurs, “are you okay?”

you nod, though you can’t help but feel a little flustered by the whole exchange. “yeah,” you whisper back, “I’m fine.”

charles’ fingers gently squeeze your knee, his expression still serious as he looks at you. “I don’t like when people talk about you like that.”

“I know,” you say softly, touched by his protectiveness, “but you didn’t have to say anything.”

“of course I did,” he replies, his voice low but firm. “you deserve respect.”

his words send a warmth spreading through your chest, and you feel yourself relax a little, leaning into his side. he presses a soft kiss to your temple, the gesture both sweet and reassuring.

“thank you,” you murmur, resting your hand on his thigh under the table.

he doesn’t say anything, but the way he looks at you, the way his hand remains steady and comforting on your knee, says enough. he may be a world-class driver, someone who thrives under pressure on the track, but moments like this remind you just how deeply he cares - about you, about protecting you, even from a simple joke.

as the night continues, the buzz of conversation and laughter resumes around you, but in the quiet space between you and charles, everything feels just a little bit lighter.

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© all rights reserved to folkwhoreberry. no stealing or copying will be tolerated.

a/n : jack whitehall slander is slandering and I’m HERE for it. proud hater since he made that joke about one direction in f1 75!!!

[cecinderal]

Boiii I absolutely loved the Washford hcs.. do u think we could get a blurb of sorts? Its okay if not!! Thank uuu

I’m glad you liked them!! I was worried abt them being too ooc:)

Washford Blurb!

Warnings; N/A, afab! reader

The room feels hot, steamy hot, or maybe that’s just your mind playing tricks on you, or maybe it’s the huge man holding you up. A large hand rests on your head, tilting your head back as scorching kisses against your swollen lips, the other is gently massaging your inner thighs.

The kisses are long, like Washford is trying to actually steal the air away from you- He does always like to leave people breathless, after all, and his skilled fingers are like a curse. Never going where you truly need them, never even dipping under the fabric of your panties, simply staying slightly out of reach.

Washford finally pulls away, face flushed the tiniest bit, hair only slightly ruffled (although he somehow still manages to make it look good, like this is how he’s supposed to be) and staring deep into your eyes. He refuses to not look at you, “So pretty, so warm…” More kisses are burned into your skin, “You’ll share your heat, let me take refuge and bask?” He finally kisses down, kissing your neck as his fingers on your thigh still, making you release a whine.

“Answer, don’t make me wait to hear you, please.” The words are muffled but clear, his lips pressed against your bare chest, so you nod again, “Please,” You ask, wanting nothing more but for him to hurry up. You’re wet, desperate for more. “Please, I’ll share my warmth- Just hurry!”

The smile against your skin is all you really need to know he’s please. “Eager,” he praises, “and polite, what a wonderful, sweet woman you are for me.” He rewards you by continuing to massage your thigh, fingers closer to your clothed core as he kisses down your stomach, lips meeting the edge your underwear. He presses his lips against the band, almost as if praying over it, before swiping his tongue over the fabric, tasting the stained piece, glancing up as you let out a surprised noise. “‘All good things come to those who wait’, be patient and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. I just want to bask.”

[dichromaticdyke]

realization of my own fucking characters that just hit me over the head (abigail’s not my own character but i fill in the gaps yk yk)—they both had to be “one of the guys” and weren’t really allowed to be girls until they were with each other. lemme explain.

devon always had an easier time making friends with boys rather than girls. not to say she didn’t get along with girls, she always could, but it was almost exclusively in a sexual or romantic manner. and even still the vast majority of those were hookups especially from straight/questioning girls. this is even before devon looked like what we see her as now, this was even when she just looked like a grungy punk tomboy. this was when she was traveling down the east coast and living in florida in a van with a bunch of metalheads, all dudes. then you get to the point devon is at now, often passing as a man and rarely bothering to correct anyone unless that correction was warranted (again, mostly in sexual situations). abigail was devon’s first serious relationship since samanta, and that ended 16 years before meeting abi, and that’s what comes from being one of the guys, casual hookups, mostly socializing in predominately masculine areas (bars, metal shows). and that’s all also not to say devon didn’t have a community with sapphics, there was absolutely a point where she did, namely working at a lesbian bar in florida. but after deserting klokateer initiation, she felt like she couldn’t really re-enter those spaces, it was too risky in her mind. and she liked sapphic culture, but if she had to choose between giving up that and giving up being around metal and music, unfortunately, she picked the former.

abigail was also similarly in a male-dominated field, the same one as devon, but with the caveat that she was in a position of power. she already knew the mostly all-men bands she’d be working with wouldn’t take her seriously, so she had to force it. she wasn’t going to be polite and demure to get what she wanted, any energy they throw at her, she’d throw back. that included toxic masculinity. regardless of your feelings of what happened between her and nate on the sub, her actions were essentially gender swapped of the expectation. and that’s tied also into her dress that, while of course still feminine, is more masculine-coded with the pantsuit. dethklok would act like she was gross or uncalled for when she’d talk about her own sexuality or clap back at their dismissive comments, but all that was was their own double standard—she was giving to them exactly what they gave to her. and of course she never interacts with another woman in the whole show, so we never see this battle axe persona fall.

which brings me back to devigail together. devon hadn’t been able to be the soft tender hearted romantic idiot she is in over a decade and a half, and she wasn’t even expecting it after so long of girls not wanting more than one or two nights of fun. and abigail similarly hadn’t allowed herself to take her own walls down, her fears of being dismissed off-hand by her gender (or her race!). And i often worry i’ve made devigail too safe and predictable and honestly bland in their interactions, but a big part of them in TFOM is their lack of communication. that’s not to say they’re both severely emotionally stunted, but devon knows what she wants but won’t say it out of fear of losing it, and abigail doesn’t know what she wants because she’s never allowed herself to think of that outside of her career. and now they’re at the point where they don’t have to be one of the guys all the time anymore.

[punkpandapatrixk]

🍁Essentially, What’s Your Main Aesthetic? ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

Aesthetic is anything concerned with beauty or the appreciation of beauty💋Don't you think beauty is essential for human health? It inspires and uplifts the mind and heart, after all. I think the pursuit of beauty whether in things, people(?) or creation makes Life exciting~🎨And the attainment of that very beauty makes Life worthwhile~🩰

Beauty contains an essence of something Cosmic. If you get it, if you live by it, it has the capacity to connect the Human Expression to a Divine Experience. Why religion when there is Art?🎀lmao

What about your Beauty? Do you know where to find it? I think every person's Cosmic Beauty can be found in their Story🎠Your unique blueprint that's just waiting to be expressed whether in writing, in a melody, in a sculpture or perhaps a painting, and in aesthetic décor or personal fashion choices💄

Live and breathe your Art, aliens~🛸

pov: You Found The Enchanted Garden You Dreamed in Your Childhood | ultravclet

vlog: productive days 📝📖 finishing books, writing reviews, journaling, organising✨ | cups and thoughts

deck-bottom: 9 of Swords Rx, Gold Historian (Raphael Holinshed), Priestess of Success

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Pile 1 – I’m Hurt, But the Show Must Go On

vibe: HER by MINNIE

poetic suffering – Ace of Cups Rx

Oh, almost your entire Life has been one bloody show—like, actually bloody, figuratively or literally—and you’ve survived it all, although some screws inevitably got loose here and there. You probably identify as having somewhat of a multiple personality disturbance—yeah, just a disturbance, not so much an actual medical disorder, but what do I know? The point is, you’ve developed many voices in your head🍹

I once read something someone wrote on a YouTube comment: ‘The voices in my head make fire podcast.’ I believe that resonates loudly for you and your kind of ‘problem’🥂lmao For some of you, this was developed as part of survival; but for some others, you couldn’t help but develop this ‘disturbance’ simply because you’re high-IQ. It’s just part of the mechanics of your brains. So, it isn't to say you're damaged...

The crux of the matter is that you were always an empathetic child. Creating all these characters or personalities was your way of understanding other people—why they did what they did, what they’d do in a given situation and some such. Like I said, some of you could’ve developed these voices in your head to anticipate chaos, but for some of you, this was simply a philosophical pursuit🎡

aesthetic insanity – Queen of Pentacles

Having said that, it isn’t to say that your whole existence has not been painful. After all, with such a sweet and sensitive heart you’ve had to fight for your place in this cold, cruel, criminal world where you were preyed upon. You were preyed upon because your aenergy was so good. Empathetic people tend to get preyed upon by narcissists not so much because they’re good just like that—but because destroying your sanity and sense of self feels good to a bitter narcissistic monster🤹

You get the difference? A narcmon could target just about anybody whether or not that person’s good. But you were always a much easier target because soft-hearted people can be very accommodating to other people’s wounds. And empathetic people tend to be willing participants in the cruel shitshow created by a narcshit because they want to be a hero in someone’s Story~🎭So, that’s been your shitstorm.

How’s dealing with that supposed to not fuck people up somewhat? But in the grand scheme of everything you’ve had to deal with, you see now that you’ve still got your integrity and sense of humour. That’s all that matters, really. Someone wrote a meme that says ‘You forced me to study narcissism. Now enjoy my educated ass.’ The most ironic iconic outcome here is that now you know how to play up narcissism to get back at real narcmons you meet in society🩰lmao

dramatic scene – Page of Pentacles Rx

So, essentially, if we could summarise what your main aesthetic is: you’re simply INSANE. You were forged in hellfire and came out a little woo woo, but you’re also genuinely superbly intelligent that you know how to use this woowoo to your advantage. The you that has come out of this hellfire is now operating on VENGEANCE🏵Could be for your past; could be for any abuser/manipulator you meet in society; could be for culture, tradition or the establishment.

Simply said, you want to wreck it. Fuck it all up. But with style and humour. You’re going to mirror back society’s cruelty and lack of empathy with sarcasm and a really dark sense of humour. Show ‘em how unintelligently they’ve been interacting with Reality! Either you’re a Gen Xer in your 40s or you’re going to really vibe with this generation’s dark, almost sick sense of irony🤪

Any form of self-expression that showcases your crazy, uncontrollable, unhinged personality would feel most authentic to you. Something deep in your psyche wants to get back at society; for that, you’re willing to play up the villain or menace in society, so long as that re-educates them about what it means to be Human. But deep inside, I know that you know that you’re still the same kind and caring little child with an unchanging loyalty to…Love😘

DIVINE FACT🔻❤️

dream design – Red Alchemist (John Dee)

essence of my identity – Priestess of Magick

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Pile 2 – I Still Dream of Everything I’ve Lost

vibe: Summer Rain by IRENE

poetic suffering – Page of Cups

Ah, you are a poet. A total romantic. Even if your idea of what’s 'romantic' differs from most people. If anything, more than anybody else around you, you seem to be the only one who’s got a saner, purer grasp of what ‘romance’ is all about💞More than anybody you know in your surroundings you want something much more honest and sweet. Most of the time, people just think you’re starry-eyed and unrealistic—but what you feel in your heart cannot be denied❣️

If what you’re feeling isn’t real then why does it exist in your Heart of hearts?💚That’s why you needed to do Art. Maybe poetry was your way to make sense of this clash between your inner world and the world around you. Maybe you devoted massive amounts of time and energy to creating aesthetic collages just to see your beautiful inner world reflected in the physical Reality—even if all of that beauty exists only on paper, illustrations or digital edits💻

Of all the people you’ve ever known, for some reason it always felt like you were the only one with a Heart for Poetry. It could be that your society didn’t much like this type of pursuit. Or maybe it was just your family that didn’t seem to have a high level of appreciation for the kind of Beauty that ever so naturally captures your Heart. In many ways, growing up could’ve been somewhat isolating for this reason…🧸

aesthetic insanity – 6 of Wands Rx

Always the weird one out. All because you have so much feeling. You feel and feel your emotions to oblivion. It hurts to be you, if anyone cared to know. To have your kind of Heart means to be so easily moved to tears by the smallest of things. A beautiful melody, a nostalgic vibe, a display of genuine kindness or happiness, people being unconditionally helpful and patient with each other. Things that may seem so casual in the grand scheme of human greed and ambitions…but you have no such ambition to become like the rest of ‘em🔫

It's hard to be this way from time to time. It’s a challenge to navigate the pond of compassion that exists deep within your Heart. In today’s world especially, it’s so much trendier to be jaded and cynical. For many, of all ages, that seems to be the most acceptable modus operandi🕹Even if you tried you wouldn’t be able to operate well on such a negative and unexciting command. Lucky you, you’re weird enough to not give a little bunny shit about fitting in or, obeying~🐰

You can be really emotionally divorced from the world outside of your imaginations that, to your own surprise, it really is that easy to detach from the expectations of society and drift to Neptune instead—probably dreaming your whole Life away on some distant nebulous fantasies🍄That’s why you identify as an introvert. Your rich inner lives are always far more interesting than any mundane conversation some Normie is capable of conjuring.

dramatic scene – Ace of Pentacles

In the grand scheme of everything that’s wrong with modern societies, you most likely feel that Humanity has lost much of its cherished values that you tend to like things that are either old—very, very old and out of fashion—or simply childish and/or otherworldly. In essence, you’re far more attuned to aesthetics that remind people of INNOCENCE. When things used to be much more beautiful, classy, thoughtful, innocent, and just….my gosh, cute🐶

And yet, you’ve most likely been told that you act motherly, or that, ‘You’re going to be a really good mother one day.’ People can sense that you’re trustworthy and dependable—very Old Soul, you know?👽In spite of how sweet and feminine or even weird you look on the outside, on the inside you’re integritous, and most everybody can see that because you exude this charmingly calm, mature and wise aura🌾

If you’re a creator or have a social media presence, what you put out there—illustrations, poems, edits, fanfics(?), etc.—seems to possess a healing attribute. I’m sure your audience have told you that your channel/page/blog serves as their safe space🚠People who tend to be loners or those who've often been misunderstood in society gravitate towards your vibe in real life and Art on the Internet. In that sense, you really are a nurturer and protector of some motherly sort🎀

DIVINE FACT🔻💙

dream design – Silver Astronomer (Galileo Galilei)

essence of my identity – Priestess of Contemplation

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Pile 3 – Utterly Lost in this Sad Girl Escapism

vibe: Tejano Blue by Cigarettes After Sex

poetic suffering – Knight of Cups

Let’s admit it, you’re constantly drowning in feelings that you escape through obsessive drinking habits, yeah?🥃Most likely anything to do with liquid substances, so this could involve alcohol or coffee, or endless cups of herbal tea with heavy uses of creamer, or you could be the type that smokes obscene amounts of ciggies in a day or snacks violently on crisps all day long or… I dunno, putting yourself through hours of trance on some of Tchaikovsky’s most dramatic pieces?🎻

Perhaps this Reality is just that disappointing for you because the unnatural world doesn’t seem capable of offering ecstatic experiences what would match the feelings you carry since birth—thus your effort to escape into alternate states of feeling. You were born different🌜You feel more intensely, you feel more types of emotions, and you know more of the colours that make up the natural world; but in modern everyday reality, obviously something is missing. Cold-blooded post-war capitalism has made everything ugly…

Human interactions, as a result, become distant and dreary, unspiritual, unempathetic and unkind. And every single day of your waking hour, this awareness tortures and kills you on the inside🥓Depending on how artistic you are and how much Art you’re capable of producing, you may generally feel a sense of inadequacy from not being able to function ‘well’ in modern society. Even if you may appear to be doing just fine on the outside, on the inside you’re melting and flaring and swinging through everything…🌪

aesthetic insanity – XI Justice

If, for example, you’re the type that watches vintage movies, you realise that others your age may watch them for the laughs or other analytical pursuits, but you watch them genuinely for the staggering display of emotions, no matter how theatrical, and you get so involved and your heart aches and you let out a sob or a silent tear…🎭If not vintage films, umm, I dunno, anime, cartoon or perhaps, murder shows? Some of you may have a rather disturbing way of finding ‘materials’ what would let you feel your feelings more vividly🌈

The truth of the matter is, all of these pursuits are fuelled by a desire to find more honesty in the world. You find it vexingly difficult to express your true feelings in society; perhaps because you know this world ain’t ready for your kind of honesty. It feels like tedious intensity to them. And you’ve noticed that most people, actually, truly enjoy shallow interactions🦥Stooping to their level would be humiliating to you.

So then, you just do the best you can to feign normalcy and showcase a temperate disposition when interacting in society. But once you’re in your own company, that’s when you indulge in watching, reading or writing or creating or listening to exasperatingly profound things what would let you shiver from the core of your being☃️You, have a need to gasp and choke by emotions… And that’s intensely insane. And not many people would know what to do with any of it.

dramatic scene – Knight of Pentacles Rx

Well, not many indeed would know how to connect or get through to you. It’s true. And you may have felt very lost in this sad gurl escapism that seems neverending. As if you’d want it to end. If only you could verbalise this accurately and in a succinct manner: you have absolutely no idea how to be a responsible grownup. To begin with, what is ‘responsible’? But at this point, you don’t really give a damn anymore🙈

You grew up watching grownups perform duties and fulfil expectations—and they seemed responsible and sensible and capable. But your little heart always knew that these humans weren’t necessarily responsible in a spiritual sense. Your little sage mind always suspected that a lot of their ‘practical’ choices would sooner or later lead to much more disastrous outcomes🐾So in the end, what’s in being a responsible adult?

It was all too humiliating. And from a rather young age, you decided already that you would avert your eyes from the world of the grownups. And such it was that until now you still don’t know how to be ‘normal’ and ‘temperate’. Actually, more accurately, you don’t really know how not to be a destructive force��to yourself. You just, have so much to say, and you don’t know what to say; so much rage, and you don’t even know who to be angry at…💔

DIVINE FACT🔻💗

dream design – Silver Physician (John Dee)

essence of my identity – Priestess of Luxury

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[tikitakatia]

Good night everyone, I´m Art (estoy harta) | she/her | 18+ | woso writer.

I´m here because I enjoy #woso and I need to find a hobby to relax and decompress when I have a difficult day, but also to share my love for writing and hopefully make some friends, interact and be part of a community. Don´t be scared to say hi! :D

As requested by a very nice anon, here are my works. I only write for #Alexia Putellas now cause she´s my fave, but maybe I can expand the horizons in the future depending on the demand. I do accept requests or some ideas and etc. And also, I would love to have feedback to improve my skills and also to talk about my writing (or anything else) with anyone who wants to, I hope you enjoy my works! <3

Masterlist is below the cut :)

One-Shot Imagines / Blurbs

Swapsies

Louvre

Wrong Chat Capi!

Multi-Chaps

🎮 Barça: Player Mode— “Built different. Literally.”

Game. Set. Start!

Initial Calibration

Rendering Errors

Unauthorized Access

Session Flagged

Compliance Breach

Manual Export

🍹Escape — "I was getting tired of my lady, we´ve been together too long."

Like a Worn Out Recording

Getting Caught In the Rain

If You Have Half a Brain

The Taste Of Champagne

Write to Me and Escape

You’re the Love That I’ve Looked For

If You Like Making Love at Midnight (Smut)

🛠️ Fixer Upper — "She makes chaos look like foreplay."

Not My Circus, Still My Monkey

Headcanons Pt. 1

Couples Therapy

Kicked Out of Pilates

🍵 No Credentials — "Unlicensed. Unbothered. Unexpectedly Yours."

A Soft Place to Crash and Burn

Everybody Wants a Piece

🛡️Under Watch — "Assigned to Protect. Doomed to Fall."

You´re Late

New Neighbor, New Problems

[arlerts-angel]

Could I get a sex on the beach with a cherry on top for Rin Itoshi? :) 💕

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍹 ⋅ 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏 !

⟢ ingredients: 18+! mdni. ノ rin itoshi x fem reader ノ pwp ノ college au ノ hate sex ノ unprotected sex (piv) ノ cowgirl ノ creampie ノ rin is mean :( he literally doesn't touch you lol ノ bimbo-esque reader ノ some degradation: variations of slut, brat, whore ノ physically ambiguous reader ノ

⟢ wc: ~550

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈'𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 was not an easy task. in his mind, everyone in his vicinity was beneath him — nothing but lowly pissants who make the mountains that he moves.

and when you did manage to get his attention, it wasn't very long... nor was it pleasant, but you had it, and that's what you wanted.

he'd scoff and act irritated beyond belief, like he was doing charity work to give you his time of day. you didn't care, though. you were determined to fuck rin itoshi.

"rin!! got a minute?" you ask, knowing his answer will be...

"i certainly don't have time for your shit..." you say in unison. he glares at your grin.

"tch. you're an annoying brat" he sighs, looking down at you with a bird's eye view of your cleavage. he grows increasingly irritated at the sight of your skimpy uniform, yet turned on by your physique.

his cheeks grew bright red and warm, and he hoped like hell you wouldn't notice both his embarrassment or the excitement in his pants.

nothing gets past you, though.

"what's wrong rin? you've never seen tits before?" you taunt with a devilish grin.

"don't talk to me like that. it's trashy. though i should expect nothing less from you" he quips.

"oooh! fiesty today!" you giggle, feeling a pool of arousal growing in your panties.

"shut up, slut" he groans exasperatedly.

"mmm keep going rin, i'm close!" you moan playfully.

"fuck's sake..! you're so desperate. if i fuck you will you piss off?! he asks annoyedly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"oh, absolutely" you reply with a smirk.

he grabs your wrist tightly and drags you to his on-campus apartment. his cock silently begging to be freed from the confine of his pants. he slams the door behind you then slams himself down onto the couch.

"you want to fuck so bad? fuck me yourself then, slut" he spits as he takes his cock out of his pants. his tip is red hot and dripping with precum.

"take a fucking picture, it'll last... wha– are you drooling?! tch" he grumbles.

you sit yourself down on his pretty cock, studying his face and moaning as you adjust to his size.

"mmm rin!" you moan, rubbing your clit while slowly moving your hips.

"you're this fucking wet? i haven't touched you... filthy slut" he hisses as his cock is enveloped by your tight cunt.

his eyes flutter and roll back as you slam yourself up and down his length, earning a few grunts and groans of pleasure. you grin and squeeze his cock tighter. "shit... just like that, right there" he groans and grips the cushions.

"nngh! rin! 'm gonna cum!" you cry out, feeling a jolt of electricity strike your clit as you reach your orgasm. your pace slows as you recover.

rin groans as he feels your cunt pulsing around his cock, then again when your pace quickens. "fuck..! ugh-!" he groans as his cock twitches one final time, then dumps his load deep inside you.

rin catches his breath while you gather your belongings. "as promised, i'll stop bothering you now" you grin.

"right, and don't even think about telling anyone about this, got it?" rin scoffs while he cleans himself off.

you nod, then see yourself out.

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note: this is my first time ever writing bllk/rin itoshi smut so please let me know how this was 🥺🤲 also forgive me if i'm rusty, i feel like i haven't written in ages !!

[loveemagicpeace]

🌞Sun in Houses🌞

☀️Your sun is your basic personality. It helps you to find your individuality and who you really are. Your sun sign is giving you natural talents. It's your ego. It's your self sense. It represents your will to live. Where you have the sun in your house is where you find light and where you find the most inspiration. And also shows how you can inspire others and help them find the light.

🫧Sun in 1st house- people, for some reason, will always find you to be an inspirational person. They will always somehow find the light in you or something positive about you. You can give off a very positive energy. And even if you are not confident, others will see you as if you are. A lot of inspiration comes through you. And you find a lot of light when you delve deeper into yourself and your personality. And your ego is visible on the outside and you show it that way too. Your will to live shows through what you do.

🍹Sun in 2nd house- you can find your inspiration and satisfaction through money, food, music, luxury. I won't lie, money and expensive things can actually inspire you, and maybe through that you can find hope and the will to live. You can also compete with people who has more money. Or you want to have everything the best or better than others. Since the sun is your ego, you can feed yourself in a way that shows how much money you have or with material things. You show your pride through material things and your value can also be shown in this way (depending on other signs, but sometimes you can feel that you are important or worth something if you have money). People with this placement sometimes find it difficult to find a personality that is not associated with materialism.

🏝️Sun in 3rd house- you find inspiration through books, writing, reading, communication. You want people to see the light through your way of expression. Your ego shows through writing and communication (maybe you always want to have the last word). Your natural talent is to remember a lot, to encourage people with your speech. You can gain a lot of people on social networks. Your will to live is shown through your thinking and thinking. You can be most inspired through your thoughts.

💕Sun in 4th house- You find inspiration in your family or through your family. It can also be a home that you create yourself. Many times you protect the family. You also find the light through family. They become the owner of immovable property, which also adds to the assets that they possess. You do everything to help your friends and you are very supportive for them. In the family, you can often be seen as a person who gives positivity and light - you can also bring the family together. You are very attached to yout home and dream of a beautiful domestic life that you can make for yourself to feel secure. The way you evolve and make things happen later in life would be pretty much connected with your memories.

💜Sun in 5th house- the sun is at home here, so your energy here is very good and positive. You can always find happiness, joy - you know how to create an environment for you that suits you best. You find your motivation and light through your hobbies, joy, playfulness, childhood, romance. You may be very attached to your childhood and want to always have it with you. People always notice you and your talnets too. Usually these people become recognizable. In love with sports and very dramatic. Because they love life and children, they can make the great party organizers for the birthdays of little ones. With this placement, you should be careful not to become too self-absorbed.

🛁Sun in 6th house- you find your light through routine, health, body. It is important that you are connected to your body and that you love yourself the way you are. Because the sun here can become critical of your body. Which means you can find yourself through imperfection. You do things that are healthy for you and your body. At the same time, you can find a lot of good energy and inspiration through animals. Your ego can be noticed many times at work. Maybe it's better if you do something you see passion in it. You can inspire people through a healthy lifestyle or sports.

🧸Sun in 7th house- you find light through the relationships you have with people. It is important for you to get along with everyone and you like to inspire others. Relationship with this one person is also important to you, perhaps this is what complements your personality. Sometimes it can be difficult for you to be alone or to find inspiration outside of it. You can also be strongly influenced by others’ opinions on you, be it from your partner or someone from work. You are very proud of your negotiating skills and ability to bring the peace everywhere. You can also be a person who motivates others with your relationship (and that everyone can achieve a beautiful relationship).

🌊Sun in 8th house- your true personality is hidden from others and you usually find light through things that are deep, hidden, behind the scenes. Your ego shows itself many times when you are jealous or when someone notices others before you. You you may find yourself driven to understand the depths of your own nature so that you come to terms with the power you hold within. You like power and control. You could be fascinated by the workings of psyche, helping to create emotional transformation and lasting change. Self acceptance then comes from seeing others in their true light. You can find your will to live deep within yourself.

⛵️🎸Sun in 9th house- you find inspiration in travels. You see life as full of opportunities and new things. Places can take you over and you can always find your favorite place. Many times you can look for a place under the sun. You are a person who can teach others a lot and can tell many interesting stories. You get to know the most things when you travel, and that's also good for your soul. Places by the water or places that take you over are the best for you. Your belief is best seen through your passion for life. You can be a very good teacher to others and help them find faith and inspiration. Sun here indicates that you will understand who you are by exploring the world. Intuitive about deeper meanings and following what life has to offer for the soul, they will look to experience with people and situations that make them develop as philosophers.

☁️Sun in 10th house-you may feel motivated to fulfill your ambitions and so will drawn toward accepting responsibility or embracing executive positions. It can be harder to find motivation, inspiration and light - but it comes later in life. Many times you look for yourself through the audience, your parents or your father. You want to find the personality that suits you best. Sun here motivates you to have a strong influence and to get recognized while you’re also satisfying your thirst for power and make your dreams come true.

🪷Sun in 11th house-you are most motivated through your dreams, goals, friends. You find a lot of happiness and inspiration through friends. You are also very open minded. When you don’t have the same interest as someone, you prefer to leave that person behind. Because you adapt almost instantly to new groups and situations, you’ll fit in everywhere. These people also post a lot on social networks. Usually these are some things with which they inspire others. Maybe when people see your profile they feel better and you give them hope.

🩵Sun in 12th house- you find inspiration through everything that is hidden from others. Your personality is hidden from others and you like it because that way you can feel the safest. You are more productive when you do things alone and when you do them at night. Belief can be found through spirituality, subconsciousness, dance, music, art, or something related to your thoughts. Meditation and yoga are also good here. Sun is the representative of the ego and identity, this house is among other things, about limits and the line between what’s real and what’s completely strange. This means natives with this aspect are confused about who they are and about life altogether. Finding yourself and becoming determined, confident and starting to believe in yourself and your abilities is the key here.

✨Ig- bekylibra✨

-Rebekah🫧🌊🩵

[intcritus]

❛ what a plot twist you were. ❜ uruha to rangiku !

tinkling laughter escapes her, lifting the wine glass to her lips, eyes glimmering with mischief and adoration as she stares at him over the rim. an intimate scene, of two lovers seated across one another during brunch, the epitome of fools in love. hardly the couple who likes to cheat at board games. or are dangerous all by themselves. ❝ ━ you should know by now not to be a sore loser. how can you play a game of real estate and still go bankrupt. tsk, tsk, i'm an excellent banker.❞ did she happen to skimp him earlier this afternoon when they were playing monopoly ? of course she did. it was worth seeing the flicker of frustration in icy blue eyes as he shot a look at her innocent express. then again, if she happened to flash him a couple of times just to distract him, well, that's none of her business really.

❝ ━ don't worry, next time, i'll make sure you win. and you'll even get kisses for a reward. ❞ a toothy grin punctuates her teasing, freckled cheek resting in his palm. truly, it should be her saying those words to him, the tigress had never expected him. like different snowflakes on the tip of her tongue, he blew into her life and not just made her feel elated by how much he left each day better, but how much he challenged her. it was exhilarating and loving him came easily.

and every day since then had been an exercise in being loved, in trusting someone wholeheartedly and learning just what it was like being needed, being wanted. she didn't care about coming home to him in the middle of a job, or if he was out or hung up on her, it didn't matter because even just hearing his voice made her appreciate each day even more. ❝ ━ the nights only begun, babe. let's get outta here, i promised you a massage.~ ❞ / @avaere

[natsaffection]

Hiii, 22 years old, she/her. feel free to write me about EVERYTHING! THIS BLOG IS A SAFEPLACE for all Topics! So if you have questions, need advices or just venting, please reach out! 🦋

(English is not my first language, so please point out any mistakes, thank you.) 🩵🇩🇪

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M's MASTERLIST:

Do not copy, repost, translate or claim my work as your own! Reblogs are appreciated though. <3

Most of the work is 18+ DNI, so if you’re a minor, do not interact with it!

Series:

[Natasha]: My sweet Baby. (NSFW)

• You took your long awaited four-day vacation, for which you had saved your money for two years. That you had almost no money would be an understatement. You just manage to get through your college with two part-time jobs (for which you get far too little money).So what happens when you meet the most successful CEO in the world in an unknowingly overpriced café?

[Natasha] : Mafias Mistress (NSFW)

• Your life takes a drastic turn when you accidentally meet Natasha Romanoff, who lives a mysterious and seductive life behind her facade. Despite Natasha's initial resistance, your light and attraction ignite a fiery romance that sets both your worlds on fire. But as your love grows stronger, so does the danger, especially when you discover Natasha's true identity. Surrounded now by wealth and danger, you become the new center of Natasha's universe and your bond is put to the test.

[Natasha]: I hate you! (Angst)

• You were glad you escaped the hell trip. Even if it wasn't entirely your merit. You could finally smell the freedom you could only dream of before. However there was one person that disliked your presence since the moment you stepped foot on the campus. No matter what you do, you always get on her bad side. What happens when you find out the truth about her and she about you? Will her rivalry turn into your jobs or will it become something else?

[Natasha]: My sweet Student. (NSFW)

• You read and you dreamed about it. What if you fall in love with your teacher (who is also twice your age) and you can live your dream? She shows you your deepest sexual ideas and lives them out with you. On the shelf with the books and hello reality.

[Natasha]: Kingdom of secrets (NSFW)

• A story unfolds in the realm of celestria in which the younger Princess Y/n Dawn finds an unexpected connection with Lady Natasha Romanoff, the kingdom's revered and feared first female knight. Natasha, a skilled warrior known for her bravery on the battlefield and icy demeanor, is tasked by the king with protecting his daughter. As Natasha watches the princess grow, a complex and unexpected bond emerges between them that transcends the boundaries of age and status.

[Natasha]: Wait and Hope. (Angst/Fluff)

• You and Natasha retreat to focus on your new life together. You finally want to start a family and decide to adopt children. While Natasha forms a strong bond with them, you struggle to find one. Your resolve is tested when you and Natasha are called back for a critical mission and everything went wrong. Natasha must maintain her composure while balancing the weight of her love for you and the safety of your children, while also feeling the fear of losing the family you both fought so hard for.

[Natasha]: Redline (Angst, NSFW, Fluff)

• You swore you’d never race again after the crash that nearly killed you. For years, you stayed in the shadows, avoiding the world you once ruled. Then Natasha Romanoff came looking for a driver, and she chose you. You fought her. You refused. But Natasha doesn’t take no for an answer. But coming back means facing everything you ran from: the fame, the pressure, the past. And with the world watching, one question remains: Are you still the driver you once were, or will the past catch up before you can prove it?

Bonus1, Bonus2, Bonus 3, Bonus 4 Bonus 5.1 2

[Natasha]: Code Red. (NSFW, Angst, Fluff)

• As a new intern at a prestigious hospital, you never expected to catch the eye of Dr. Natasha Romanoff, brilliant, older, and completely off-limits. But the tension between you grows with every stolen glance and late-night shift.

pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

[Natasha]: Innocence (Fluff/Angst)

• You thought the mission would make you a hero. A young soldier, eager to prove yourself, you were thrown into a world nothing like the ideals you believed in. Instead of honor, you found chaos, rubble, and a silence louder than gunfire. As the lines between right and wrong blurred, a hardened Sargent became your anchor in the storm. But war doesn’t wait for you to find your footing and the battlefield has its own way of leaving scars.

[Natasha]: Not like the Storys

• Everyone says Natasha Romanoff is a heartbreaker, cold, careless, and dangerous. A player who leaves a trail of broken girls behind her and never looks back. But when she catches your eye across a crowded place and starts to unravel everything you thought you knew, you realize the stories might not be the full truth. Because beneath the reputation and the swagger is someone quieter. Softer. Someone who sees you in a way no one else ever has, and doesn’t ask for anything in return.

Pt 2, Pt 3

One shots:

SFW

[Natasha] Trust. (Angst/Fluff)

• You dealing with drug addiction post the loss of your girlfriend, Kate. Natasha aids you through withdrawal, relapses, and recovery.

[Natasha] Together. (Fluff)

• Sugar!Mommy Natasha is helping you through exams

[Natasha]: Afraid of loosing you. (Angst/Fluff)

• Natasha is your girlfriend of two years and is always overprotective over you. So what happens when you both get under an attack which priority it is to kill the black widow?

[Natasha] Paramedic. (Angst/Fluff)

• you have a motorcycle Accident and Natasha is a Paramedic

[Natasha] One step at a time. (Angst/Fluff)

• Natasha and the team help you cope with the loss of your leg.

[Natasha] Lines Crossed.(Fluff) Pt 2 (NSFW)

• Natasha and you are Enemies till you get hurt.

[Natasha] Fury and Friction. (Fluff)

• You both deny your feelings to each other and it leads to Anger

[Natasha] Whatever it takes. (Angst/fluff)

• Football!Player Natasha thought youre playing her and wants to brake your Heart first

[Natasha] I see you. (Angst/Fluff)

• You thought the forced marriage would be the end of you. But it turned into something more.

[Natasha] Walking through Fire. (Angst)

• Natasha can't handle your job and eventually regrets ending the Bond you once had.

[Natasha] Trough Darkness. (Angst/Fluff)

• You and Natasha meet a little girl who will need your help later.

[Natasha] Showing everything. (Fluff/Angst)

• Natasha is supposed to get close to you for an undercover mission. But she falls in love.

[Natasha] How she smiles. (Fluff)

• Natasha looses all her flirting skill, when she met a beautiful barista.

[Natasha] The Weight of you, Part 2 (Angst/Fluff)

• Natasha’s worst nightmare came true.

NSFW

[Natasha] Apologize.

• Natasha let you apologize to her employees

[Natasha] Reward. | Pt. 2

• Coach! Natasha x Player!Reader

[Natasha] Happy anniversary.

• Sugar!Mommy Natasha celebrates her anniversary with Sugar!Baby Reader

[Natasha] Oh, Baby.. | Pt. 2

• You break Natasha’s first rule. (NSFW)

[Natasha] Teacher!Nat x Teacher!Reader

• In a school where Prof!Natasha and Prof!Reader teach different languages, they have quite the contrasting reputations. Despite their differences, Natasha and Reader engage in playful flirting at work..

[Natasha] Cure.

• You got infected with the sex pollen and a red haired ..acquaintance offers to help you.

[Natasha] Distraction.

• Smutty hate sex with Boss!natasha and her assistant

[Natasha] Hidden.

• Natasha gets to know the real you.

[Natasha] Lesson.

• Jealous Natasha is teaching you a Lesson

[Natasha] The Van.

• G!P Natasha sits you on her member during a trip

[Heated] Heated. PT2

• It's Hate right?

[Natasha] Interrogation.

• Natasha use a different Method to get informations about you

[Natasha] Morning.

• you wake up a little too needy

[Natasha] I'm not going anywhere.

• Bodyguard!Natasha is falling in love with your stubbornness

[Natasha] Mine to Use. Pt2

• you habe to pay off your depths to Natasha

[Natasha] The Ticket.

• The officer had a good offer to let you trough your ticket

[Natasha] Never say Never.

• Your father's best friend, who is twice your age, has feelings for you

[Natasha] Never letting you go.

• You thought you were too late. But Natasha comes back to you.

[Natasha] Relaxing.

• Natasha ka giving you a Massage ans it leads to more.

[Natasha] Footage.

• Natasha fucks you inside the quinjet while the security cameras are filming.

[Natasha] Healing Touch.

• You are faking your orgasm. Natasha is helping you tobget a real one.

Natasha and Wanda:

[Natasha] Reversed.

• Natasha is dommed for the first time.

[WandaNat] Unholy. (NSFW)

• Wanda is a stripper and Nat took an interest in her

[WandanNat] Something different. (NSFW)

• Natasha and Reader are Dating and have a threesome with their friend Wanda

[WandaNat] Save Heaven. (NSFW)

• Natasha and Wanda are both fucking Reader and their Aftercare

[WandaNat] Bond. (NSFW/Fluff)

• Reader is calling out the Safeword

[WandaNat] Truth and Desire. (NSFW/Fluff)

• You got infected with a truth serum and they use it against you

[WandaNat] Helpless Desire. (NSFW/Fluff)

• Tied to a chair, you have to watch them pleasure themselves

[WandaNat] Comfort. (NSFW)

• They Comfort you after a Horror Movie and got inspired by a scene

[WandaNat] Lights out. (NSFW/Fluff)

• You calling your safeword

[WandaNat] The Widow and the Witch. (NSFW)

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babe I just had the best idea for a rafe concept it pains me

Okay so imagine like reader is at work (somewhere idk where) and she just gets so overwhelmed but her and rafes relationship is still new so she doesn't call him because she doesn't wanna bother him....😭

I'm probably not the first person to think of this but it ON MY MINDDDD

literally dropped everything to write this!!!! this reader is way too me coded and I cannot :’) thank you so so much for the req vee 🥹💗 you asked for a concept… I wrote a fic…. :D I hope you like this vee <3

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PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: rafe wants you to be able to rely on him for anything and everything.

WARNINGS: the reader is a preschool teacher and quite self dependent; lots of fluff; cute nicknames; lovesick rafe (my fav fr); minimal swearing

EDITH SPEAKS: this request speaks volumes to me 🥹 this is way too me coded, and I just had to write it, I hope you all like this! the ending is maybe a bit abrupt tho :( please like and reblog if you liked reading <3 feedback is always appreciated 🍹

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I should leave, I haven't yet, but when you smile, I just forget

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You can swear this day can't get any worse. You’ve been on your feet basically the entire day, always rushing from your students here to there. You love the little kiddos with your entire heart, but today, for some reason, they are being an extra pain in the ass. They aren’t as cooperative as you’d prefer; you don’t know what’s gotten into them, they are like little energy packets constantly running around.

Due to some teacher duties you aren’t even able to sit down for your lunch break, taking away the only 15 minutes you have to yourself. And it just gets progressively worse when you finally leave the school to go back to your place and your car has a slashed tire, and today had to be the day when you don’t have a spare tire in your trunk.

It’s been over 6 hours since you left your house this morning, and it’s just Tuesday, but it’s feeling like the longest, most excruciating week ever. You’re now leaning against your car door, letting out a deep exhale as you lean your head back, feeling a headache creep into your brain and pulse harshly. You’re tired, hungry, absolutely exhausted… and all you want are the warm hugs of your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

Rafe is quite a new addition in your life, both of you being together for a mere month. He’s been so loving to you, always protective and just genuinely taking great care of you.

You pull out your phone and find his contact, but before you can dial him, your thumb hovers over his name in sudden realization – he’s always at work at this time.

You begin to contemplate your initial decision of asking him to come here to help you out, and then ultimately decide against it, realizing he’s probably very busy at work, and would only be heavily distracted if you call him.

So, just like how you always do it, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

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It’s nearing 6 pm when you finally get to reach your place. You had to make calls to get yourself a mechanic to get your car fixed, who took his sweet sweet time to come to you. You’re now completely exhausted, wanting nothing more than just to plop on your bed and sleep till your heart desires. You can hear your stomach grumble since you never had the chance to eat the lunch you missed out on, but you make it a problem for later, deciding to just take a nap first.

As you drive into your driveway, you recognise Rafe’s black Range Rover already parked, with him standing next to it, leaning back against the hood of his car as he’s looking intently at his phone. As he catches the sound of your car driving, he instantly looks up, watching your car enter the driveway.

Before you can properly park and get out, Rafe rushes to you, opening the door for you.

“Oh my god where have you been?” He asks you, his voice laced with concern. “I tried calling you and texting you, you always come back home by late afternoon,”

You step out of the car and Rafe shuts the door, a hand quickly landing at the small of your back as you both walk to the porch of your house. He can see you’re really tired; droopy eyes, heavy steps, deep sighs; he knows something happened.

“Yeah my phone died,” you mutter as you unlock the main door of your house, both of you stepping inside. “I just… today was kind of a heavy day, nothing much honestly,” you shrug as you toss your keys in the dish and remove your coat and shoes.

“What happened?” Rafe asks, still really concerned for you as he watches you take off your cost and hang it on the coat rack. As you’re done, you face him with a small smile on your face.

“Nothing much, really,” you say softly, gently cupping his cheek with a hand and tenderly caressing his skin. “Don’t worry, yeah?” You mumble, taking your hand off his cheek as you make your way to the kitchen.

Rafe stays on your heels, following you and monitoring every single move of yours – your padding till the fridge, opening it, getting a bottle of water, unscrewing it and drinking from it.

“You look so exhausted, I can see it in your eyes,” he comments. “Your hair is all messy, your clothes are dirty; it’s clearly not nothing. Come on, tell me, what happened,”

His voice is stern, but not in an angry way; but in an apprehensive way. He moves his hand to your face, gently brushing your hair as he fixes some of the unruly strands.

As you finish drinking your water; drinking almost all of it in one go, you keep your bottle aside and let out a sigh, turning to look at him. “It was just one of those… heavy days, but it’s over now yeah? I’m now home,” you say softly.

“But just tell me what happened,” Rafe’s voice now drops to a whisper as he moves closer to you, continuing to weave his fingers through your hair.

You close your eyes for a moment, delving into the relaxing feeling of Rafe’s fingers softly combing through your hair, but also realizing he’s going to keep pressing for you to tell him what happened.

“The kids were a bit uncooperative today,” you say with a soft chuckle. “And then we have this event coming up at school, so I was busy for my entire lunch break preparing for it. And then my car had a flat tire and I didn’t have a spare so I had to get a mechanic, which took most of the time. But besides that, nothing much happened,” you say with a small shrug.

“Besides all that?” Rafe mutters incredulously. “That’s already a lot, baby, why didn’t you call me when you found out about your flat tire? I would’ve come; or sent someone to get you, we would’ve had lunch in my office, and I would have had someone take care of the tire and bring your car back too.” There’s a small frown on his face and he now holds your face in both his hands, gently skimming your cheeks with his thumbs.

You look up in his soft, baby blue eyes. “I did think of calling you but-”

“But?”

“But I thought…” you take a deep breath, your eye contact with him faltering. “you’ll be busy, and I didn’t want to be a burden to you, really, I was able to get it all fixed just fine,”

You can hear Rafe tsk; his tongue clicking against his teeth as he softly shakes his head. “I’m never busy for you okay? My work does not ever get more importance than you, okay? It never does, and it never will, especially when you’re in trouble and need help,”

He gently grips your chin and tips your head back just a bit, making you look at him. His eyes are softened, the blue even more warmer than usual.

“I know you prefer to do things on your own,” he whispers, “but you have to realise that you really don’t need to do each thing on your own, especially now that I’m around. I won’t mind, really, and besides, I would love to show everyone off at work that I am the boyfriend of the most beautiful person on this damn planet yeah?”

You can’t help but chuckle softly at his words as you keep looking in his eyes.

“So, promise me, next time you need any sorts of help, want me to do something for you, or just want me to be there, you don’t think twice about calling me up okay?” He says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He can see the reluctancy in your eyes, but you eventually give in and nod.

“Okay, promise,” you murmur, smiling as you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. He gladly hugs you back, snuggling his face in your neck as he gently rubs your back.

“So…” you speak up, and he hums back in response, both of you still hugging.

“I’ll take up on that offer right now. I’ll go and shower, and you make something for me to eat yeah?”

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