#and that name really fits you 💜

[fatelcved]

i’ll have y’all know that i was ready to pass out before i saw this silly lil video which made me wanna make a silly lil guy and now we got a backstory and personality and brain rot over a new oc 💜

[dandyshucks]

me feeling bad about being unaligned with binary gender and then i think about how Guz would just Get It right off the bat because honestly idk how it's such a hard concept for ppl to grasp 😭 and it makes me feel a little better fdsfjkl

[asxgard]

A Lesson in Romantics | [2/2]

Resident!Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x resident!f!reader

First Part: A Lesson in Vulnerability

Summary: A first date makes it obvious you two are out of practice. It’s perfect.

[ My Masterlist ]

Note: Expect more from/inspired by this Robby and Reader! I have plans for them💜

Word Count: 3.1k+

Most of my works are 18+ due to adult language and content

Warnings: foul language, SMUT (MINORS DNI!!), afab!reader, p in v, oral (f! receiving), pet names (sweetheart), some fluff, established relationship

not beta read

Michael’s heart raced the entire way to his apartment, mind foggy with the untold possibilities. His anxious mind kept running through all the scenarios in his head.

What if you were pregnant? What would that mean for you? For your relationship? For your jobs?

His gut twisted, feeling guilty. This was all backwards. He was supposed to take you out on a date first, bring you flowers, complete his residency and become an attending physician. Maybe get married, buy a house somewhere, maybe even get a dog, then have kids.

He could be robbing you of your residency, or at least throw it into unnecessary complications. You didn’t deserve that. You were competent. You were smart. You were great with patients, keeping a level head even in the worst situations presented. You were going to make a great doctor.

After the results showed negative, a relief filled him. But a part of him was also thankful. Who knew how long it would have taken him to admit his feelings otherwise.

Add in the way you were now grinning at him? He wouldn’t trade that for anything.

“So that date? You like Italian?”

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Nerves were wreaking havoc on your stomach, butterflies threatening their escape from the moment you got back to your apartment after shift. Why on earth were you so nervous? You had hung out with Michael so many times before, shared meals, shared his bed.

But this is different. This is going to be our first date. You thought, wringing your hands together.

After taking a quick shower to wash off your day, you then had a decision to make. Michael had said it would be a nice place, just slightly above casual. You opened the door to your tiny closet, eyes flickering over your very limited options. With your residency, there was not much time to be social — you occasionally hung out with your friends, but aside from that, you were usually with Michael.

There was only one suitable option in your closet, which was a bit of a disappointment, but you could make it work. You tried to style your hair into something a bit more fancy than how you usually wore it at the hospital, but it was just not cooperating.

He knocked on your door right at 8, entirely too punctual for the mess you were. One last look in the mirror and you decided you looked good. Good enough, but who cares.

Michael was holding roses in his hand when you opened the door, thankful your roommate was doing an overnight. He took your breath away, standing in the doorway with sheepish eyes and a tiny smile. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his hair was perfectly styled.

“Hi.” You breathed out, looking back at the flowers in his hand.

His smile grew, “Hi.”

You invited him in, taking the flowers from him and inhaling their scent. You noticed a few were bruised, petals falling off one, but the thought of them warmed your heart.

“These are really pretty, thank you.”

“Yeah, of course.” He cleared his throat. “You look beautiful.”

You grinned at him, filling a vase you found in the back of your cabinet with water.

“So do you.” You told him. “I mean, handsome. You look handsome.”

It was true, dressed in simple dark blue slacks and a nicely fitted grey polo. Despite knowing all the freckles on his body, your cheeks heated at the sight of him in your kitchen.

The car ride to the restaurant was worse, trying to make small talk and failing miserably. The direction of conversation steadily moved back toward work. It was comfortable, but made you feel like you were just back in the hospital.

Once sat at the table, your eyes wandered over the menu.

“So, tell me about yourself.” He said finally, dark eyes watching you across the table.

It was such a simple question, but one steeped in the weight of what this meant. He knew your take-out orders by heart, how you preferred a specific herbal tea when it got late, how you liked to be touched, but he could not tell you a single thing about your past, your family, or life before residency.

You told him. Your hometown, your family, your friends. How, despite how curious you were, you refused to dissect the frog in sixth grade. It all felt pretty surface level when you turned the question around on him.

“I was born in California—” He paused over his pasta, eyes faraway while you watched gears turn in his head, “My parents set high expectations for me, but more so to go into surgery. I don’t know, I tried it. I just felt like I could make more of a difference down in the Emergency Department.”

For some reason, that surprised you. The passion and attention he brought, even as a resident, spoke more to someone who had considered the Emergency Department for a long time.

“Surgery?” You asked, smirking, “I don’t see it.”

He chuckled, “I think I was missing the necessary ego to make it work.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”

Your banter with him was familiar, a liferaft in the sea of uncertainty. You didn’t even remember the last time you had been on a date.

Over dessert, he asked about med school and you explained how you had chosen it.

“I think I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it and the ED just made sense. It’s grueling and tragic, and one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But I’ve always loved a challenge.”

He smirked, “Really? Never would’ve guessed.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smirk was back.

—

When dinner was paid for — you had offered to split the check, and he had laughed like it was a joke — you walked to the front of the restaurant to find rain pouring outside. He had parked several blocks away to avoid paying for parking.

“Let me go get the car, you wait here.”

You raised a simple eyebrow at him, “A little rain never hurt anyone. Come on.”

You grabbed his hand and tugged him forward, bringing a laugh from his lips. He ran forward with you, fingers intertwined with yours. You were both panting when you reached his car, and he pulled you quickly into a kiss — the awkward tension from earlier in the date completely washed away.

He kept you still, hands on your face, rain quickly soaking into your clothes. You moved your hands to his chest and softly pushed him off, looking into his eyes with a smile and noting how his hair was sticking to his forehead. He grinned at you and unlocked the car, and you quickly got in to avoid any more of the downpour.

When he put the key into the ignition, his car stuttered to start — clicking before giving up all together. He stared at his dashboard in what appeared to be disbelief.

Then he did something that surprised you, he laughed.

“This is not how I wanted this date to go.” He said, his tone breathy, before turning his dark brown eyes to you. Water dripped down his nose.

“Oh?” You wondered, wiping some of the rain from your eyes and forehead.

“Yeah,” he said softly, “you know, get you flowers, hold your hand, walk you to your door. Maybe kiss you goodnight.”

You could not help but smile at him, endeared by it. “We can try to catch a cab, call a tow truck in the morning.”

He leaned against the driver’s seat and sighed.

“This night is going so much better than I was hoping for.” You told him earnestly. “I’m not going to let a little rain ruin it.”

He looked over at you, gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Cab it is.”

Back in the rain, his hold on your hand never slipped as you both tried to hail a cab. Thankfully it was not too late and one eventually was driving down the street you were on.

In the quiet, you played with his fingers, savoring the feeling of his skin on yours. A new feeling was beginning to invade most of your senses, flooding your body with warmth. It was different than the heat of desire, or the rush of excitement when you had first invited him into your bed, but it was also simultaneously both of those things. But was also this: the calm of his presence.

The cab ride was short, and after you were out of the car, Michael’s hand found yours again.

At your door, the awkward air began to return, though you were thankful for the overhang to keep you both out of the rain.

“I’m not good at this.” He told you, eyes on your hands.

“Practice makes perfect.” You whispered.

He lifted his eyes to meet yours, his sheepish smile returning. The emotional intimacy would take some work, but the connection was undoubtedly there.

“I just wanted—I hoped—”

“What are second dates for?” You asked, moving to unlock your door.

There was relief in his exhale, “Yeah, you want a second date?”

“I don’t let just anyone walk me to my door.” You told him simply, smile growing as you stepped into your apartment. With an eyebrow raised, “Do you want a second date?”

“I want you,” He said, tone deeper. “In whatever way you’ll have me.”

There was something deeper to his words, but your desire to have him had begun to flood your senses. You turned to find him impossibly close, dark eyes watching you, chest against yours. The heat of him was overwhelming.

“I want you,” You echoed. “In every way that matters.”

His lips crashed to yours, a clash of teeth and need, but you met him in equal measure.

You were both completely drenched from the rain, but between rushed, eager kisses, you found yourself laughing against his lips. Your happiness was overflowing and he swallowed it with equal need. HIs hands were on you, peeling the wet clothes from your skin.

The path to your bedroom was one you both committed to memory, even eyes closed and limbs tangled. Your dress was discarded somewhere in the hall, along with his polo, and your hands found his chest, moving up his shoulders and then his wet hair.

Your hands found his belt right as you entered your bedroom, and Michael kicked the door closed behind him, hands exploring your body. You were quick to pull off his belt, trying to tug off his pants before he breathed a chuckle, helping you.

His lips were on you again, moving from your jaw to your throat, hands exploring the skin of your hips. You backed up, pulling him with you until you bumped into your bed and then you pulled him down with you. You move up just enough to get your legs onto the mattress and his hot mouth followed you, eagerly taking your lips again.

He removed your underwear with one hand, his other arm keeping him upright beside you. You held him against you, senses hazy with the feel of him—his cologne, his lips, his hands.

Kissing down your throat until he found that particularly sensitive spot near your collarbone, you let out a whine, hands grabbing at his biceps. His chuckle was breathy against your skin, but he did not relent, moving steadily down. Across your sternum, between your breasts and down your stomach, his kisses wet and determined. Over your pubic bone before diverting to your thighs.

You groaned, grabbing a handful of his hair with one hand, the other at your side. Flames of desire licked up your belly, a throbbing need between your thighs.

“Please.” You weren’t sure what exactly you were begging for.

“Please, what, sweetheart?” He asked, brown eyes finding yours before sucking the skin along your inner thigh.

You tried to take a deep breath, but his lips moved up your thigh, forcing another whine from your lips, “Michael.”

“I’m right here.” It was gentle, tone huskier than usual. “Tell me what you need.”

“I want you to taste me.” You finally got out.

He raised an eyebrow in challenge, but decided to show you a little bit of mercy. His hot breath moved closer, hands gripped tightly on your thighs, before pulling you down slightly to meet his mouth.

The first drag of his tongue was divine, and you squeaked out a small moan, fisting the sheets below you. He sucked on your clit, tracing one of his fingers up your thigh, and you desperately tried to remember to breathe. His fingers were at your entrance before you processed it, gathering your slick and his saliva and then pushing into you.

You moaned again, fingers tightening in his hair, a burning working its way to your belly. The feel of his beard against your skin, his lips and his tongue, his fingers curling deliciously inside you.

It was all too much.

“Fuck,” you breathed out. “That’s so good.”

He hummed against your clit, the vibration making your eyes roll into the back of your head. He removed his mouth and before you could complain, replaced it with his thumb. He left a sloppy kiss along your hip.

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. You like that?”

You moaned again, trying to ground down on his fingers.

His lips met your clit again and you felt your orgasm closing in — licking up your spine until it was all you could consider. His pace never relented, and the sound of his moan between your legs was what sent you hurtling over the edge, blinded by the white heat of it, disregarding how obscene you sounded.

Michael worked you through it until you try to bring his head up, one hand in his hair and the other on his cheek, guiding him to your mouth.

“Fuck, you did so good.” He said against your lips.

You tasted yourself on his tongue, moving your legs until they wrapped around his hips. You became painfully aware of his underwear still between you two. You moved your hand from his hair to pull him free. He was heavy in your hand, and despite your hazy thoughts, you did not move him where you wanted him most.

“Nightstand.” You breathed, opening your eyes to look at him.

He nodded, moving to stretch and open the drawer of your nightstand. He grabbed a condom and moved to sit on his haunches, putting it on. You drank in the sight of him, admiring the biceps he had gained from lifting patients to the patch of hair from his navel to his crotch.

You brought your hand to his hip, barely hiding your impatience, and you watched him grin. He was back on you in an instant, tongue entering your mouth and resting his arms on either side of you. He moved up just enough to guide himself to your slick entrance, and you huffed out a whine, putting your hands on his back to try to bring him closer.

Michael entered you slowly, eyes closing and face blissed out. There was a groan low in his throat, which reignited all your nerves, feeling the stretch of him. He filled you completely, the feel of him all consuming.

Hooking both legs around him, you brought him closer until he bottomed out. You could see in his expression that he was trying not to rush, allowing you time to adjust, but you just wanted him to move.

“Michael, please.”

He opened his eyes again, brown eyes holding an emotion you did not recognize, trapping you with his gaze. It was heavy, but it felt right. You brought one hand to the side of his face, smiling at him, before he kissed you again.

The drag of his hips was slow, inching out of you before gently thrusting back in. It was more sensual than you had experienced with him, but you relished in it. You threw your arms around his neck and held him close.

He began to pick up his pace, moans breathy and quiet. The feeling of him inside you brought the heat back, reducing you to moans and incoherent thoughts, centered on the man above you. Only him him him.

“You take me so well,” he said in your ear, kissing your jaw and your throat.

You keened below him, and he swallowed your moans with his mouth. He thrust harder, deeper, and he invaded every string of thought, your body blazing with pleasure.

“Michael—oh, oh!” You moaned into his mouth, legs tightening around his hips.

He slipped his hand between you, moving to wear your bodies met, rubbing fast circles on your clit. You clenched around him, eyes screwing tightly.

His hand was on your cheek, “I want you to look at me when you come, sweetheart.”

You tried to listen, focusing on his brown eyes and you shuddered. He adjusted his thrusts, brushing against that spongy spot inside you and your second orgasm ripped through you.

You kept your eyes on his until you lost yourself in the pleasure he was giving you. He groaned loudly as you pulsed around him, head dropping beside you, his breaths on your shoulder. He fucked you through it, his hips picking up the pace as he approached the edge of his own.

His next kiss was sloppy and full of unsaid emotion, and you took it all, hands in his hair. He came undone with a low groan, hips stuttering against yours until they slowed to a stop. He dropped his head back to your shoulder, breathing ragged.

You stayed wrapped up in each other while you caught your breath, his forehead eventually finding yours. You ran your nails along his scalp and he hummed, breathing through his nose, eyes still closed. Despite wanting to keep him on — and in — you, you eventually removed your legs from around his hips.

He took the hint, slipping out of you with the tiniest hiss, and you felt empty without him. He quickly discarded the condom into the trashcan near your nightstand before laying back on the bed. You were both quiet except for the heavy breathing.

He scooched closer to you, gathering you up in his arms until you were half on him, half on your bed, leg thrown over his. He kissed your hairline, his hand tracing lazy circles into the skin of your hip. You moved your hand up over his heart and enjoyed the feel of it below your palm.

“I saw there was an art exhibit opening next weekend. We should go.” He said.

You hummed, “Sounds like a date.”

“Hopefully it won’t rain this time.” He chuckled.

“It was the perfect excuse to get you out of your clothes, though.”

He laughed beneath you, “You never need an excuse.”

“Fair.”

“Maybe I’ll get better at this whole dating and romance thing.”

“I’ve got no complaints,” You said, with a lazy grin. “But hey, practice makes perfect.”

“I like practicing with you.”

And you enjoyed practicing with him, too.

[ Alternate Ending ]

All Dr. Robby Content: @cherriready @kittenhawkk

I haven’t written smut in awhile, so I apologize if it was trash

[sunrizef1]

So High School

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Reader

Warnings: None

Authors Note: This is what the poll was for lol

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yourusername

📍Miami, Florida

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yourusername Miami, you absolutely rocked tonight!!! Thank you so much, ILY 🤟 💜🖤

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user1 🤟

user2 I WANNA GET HIM BACK

user3 I WANNA MAKE MAKE HIM RLY JEALOUS

user4 WANNA MAKE HIM FEEL BAD

user5 queen

user6 💜🖤

user7 THE SHOW WAS SO GOOD

user8 it was so fun 😭

user9 my fav

user10 I was in that crowd 🤭

user11 my favourite girl

user12 💜💜💜

user13 she's so pretty 😍

user14 Miami vibes

user15 y'all see that a couple of those f1 drivers were there

user16 which ones???

user15 uhh idk their names but it was the American one and his little friend

user17 Logan and Oscar?! 😭

user18 ahhhh she's so good 🥴

user19 I didn't get to go 😢

sabrinacarpenter it was so good!! 💜

yourusername thank you sab! 🫶

user20 I had so much fun

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yourusername

It was so cool to meet you!

Sucked to miss you guys after the show

I'll have to keep up with y'alls races from now on

logansargeant

think we mightve left too soon 😅

we got out fast

Assumed you wouldn't want to talk after the show 😅

yourusername

I would've stayed for y'all haha

I love f1, I was really excited when I got told you guys had tickets

logansargeant

damn now I feel bad 😬

yourusername

Its fine, really!

logansargeant

Let me make it up to you

I'll get you paddock passes

For whatever weekend you're free

yourusername

you don't have to 😅

I'll be okay

logansargeant

I'd love to talk to you again

take the invite

For me 😁

yourusername

Fine 😙

I'll check my schedule and text you 😊

logansargeant

can't wait 🤙

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logansargeant

Where'd you gooooo

yourusername

They're giving me team merch lol

logansargeant

Oscar wants to re-meet you

yourusername

I'll be back in a sec

logansargeant

You better be 🙄

yourusername

You're so dramatic 😒

logansargeant

Rude 😔

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📍London, United Kingdom

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yourusername I ❤️ London

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user21 how was the race, queen?

yourusername it was great, double Williams points 🫶💙

user22 she's so cute

user23 WHOS THAT MAN

user24 logie bear???

user25 I know Williams blue converse when I see them

user26 the fit ate

user27 queen 👑

user28 the Aristotle quote lmao???

user29 you know I love a London boy

user30 I don't think that's Logan

user31 delusion manifests itself in a lot of different ways

user32 💙🩵💙

user33 I <3 Logan sargeant

user34 wait who is that

user35 Logan sargeant

user34 and who tf is that

user36 an f1 driver, he went to her concert and she went to his race this weekend

user34 yeahhh I still dk what f1 is but thanks anyway 🫶

user35 I love them so much

user36 Logan crumbs

user37 how did the only two Americans find each other in the very un-american environment lmao

user38 didn't expect to see Aristotle when I swiped

user39 Logan and Oscar liked

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🎵 so high school - Y/N L/N

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yourusername I feel so high school every time I look at you

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user40 AHHHHHHHH

user41 I love them so much

user42 OH MY GOD HEY LOGAN

user43 lowk Logan jumpscare at the end there

user44 who tf is that blond man

user44 awwww I love him

user45 songs so cute 😭

landonorris WAIT I KNOW HIM

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user46 no ones ever had me… not like you 🥹🫶

user47 my favourite couple

alexalbon thats my teammate ☝️

yourusername hi Alex. How's lily 🫶

lilymhe im great! 😊 hi y/n, I miss you!

yourusername I miss u 2 lils 💙

user48 I need more Williams x y/n content

user49 royal couple

danielricciardo 🦅🦅🦅

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user50 IM BETTING ON ALL THREE FOR US TWOOOOO

logansargeant marry, kiss, kill?

yourusername all three

user51 YEAHHHHHH MARRIAGE

user52 I've been so used to the European-ness of formula 1 that this, v American, relationship is so jarring

user53 I want that hat

user54 the one post dedicated to her American boy, she wears a Canada hat 🤷‍♀️

oscarpiastri good 4 u

yourusername is this a reference 🤔

oscarpiastri lmao, yes

oscarpiastri genuinely congrats, though 🫶

yourusername thank you Oscar 🫶

user55 I love the drivers in the comments

logansargeant love you 💜😁

yourusername love you too lo 🩵😊

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@casperlikej @evie-119

[charl0ttan]

hi charlotte! my boyfriend is currently considering the possibility of being trans, but he's not quite certain yet. i remember this came up after i showed him a post about how cis guys usually wouldn't transition even if it was as easy as pushing a button (which, if that was the case, he'd do it)

i'm not sure how to help him figure it out, since i've never questioned my gender or even came close to it, and i'd really love to support him either way. i suggested using feminine pronouns while we're together but he didn't think it was necessary (that's why im using he/him here). do you have any suggestions on how to proceed?

your posts about transitioning and they fill me with joy (i even send some to him!!), so i thought i'd come to you to ask about suggestions or maybe resources/anecdotes that also helped you figure things out. thank you so much!!!

OOOOHHHH really wonderful.... the start of something beautiful perhaps....... well the thing i always say is that you can NOT die wondering. and you say he would press a Button of Transing. so hes already like Pretty sure. personally i wasted a few months kinda repressing being trans because it felt like too Big of a thing to get into and i was really scared that it wouldnt even be for me. but now that im here i almost wanna kick myself for losing out on even that much time. i think you should encourage him to at the very least do whatever he can to exhaust the possibility. to go Cis+ or whatever. have him try out some names and clothes! talk about it with him and address his reservations and such. tell him charlotte would love to have another girl in the world🫶 just dont let him entirely pass by the possibility of literal endless fathomless heights of joy. i cant even put it into words. you never know what youre putting up with until you find what actually fits you. you just never know. best wishes to you both whatever happens and to anyone else reading this PLEASE DONT DIE WONDERING!!!! peace and love😁🫶💜🦌

[moltengoldveins]

ok but I have Thoughts about the way Minecraft usernames translate to actual names, both irl and in fanfic. They’re definitely ‘obsessed with structure and grumpy at inconsistency flavor autism’ thoughts but still. I find it weird how we cut and paste the media we’re given to fit what we view as functional worldbuilding, and how that gets screwy when translating online names.

like, you’re working with several categories here. The person’s actual real name, their irl nickname, their gamer tag, a name possibly contained by or possibly the entirety of that gamer tag, and any extra pieces or symbols in the gamer tag. And you have the weird situation where those categories might not easily translate to a ‘First Name Last Name’ structure. For an example, we’ve got Phil Watson, who’s gamer tag is ‘Ph1LzA,’ and is called Philza Minecraft or Philza. The ‘Minecraft last name’ is a…. Bit? A joke? A reference to a bit of lore? It’s unclear. The ‘Za’ bit was put there for flair and is now an integral part of his name. Sometimes it’s his last name. Sometimes his real last name is chucked in there. the 1 in his actual username is literally never referenced in nicknames or fic it’s like it’s not even there. But that’s a simple one. What about Tubbo_? because we call him Tubbo Underscore. Like. We say the ‘_’ aloud. Why do we do that. What has possessed us to make that decision? What about FitMC? I’ve usually heard it said ‘Fit Emsee.’ Why say that, and not say ‘Minecraft? That’s not even really a last name, it’s just like…. His full first name. Fit is used more like a shortened nickname. BadBoyHalo. Like. ‘Bad boy’ is a slang term, not a name. It would make the most sense to call him Halo, that’s the distinct noun in the name, the term the ‘bad boy’ bit is referring to. Like ‘GoodTimesWithScar’ but noooo. Bad. Halo is usually a last name, if it’s there at all. Skeppy on the other hand is… just his name. No last name ever. Technoblade is also weird. Technoblade is his full name. We call him that. We ALSO call him ‘Techno,’ and use Blade as a last name. We also use Blade as a title. What the heck. GeminiTay. We call her Gem. We use Tay as a last name sometimes. Her name is a Zodiac constellation. Literally nowhere I’m have I seen that affect her naming conventions. IJevin. We just… remove the I. For everything. This wouldn’t bother me except we don’t do it with everyone and I’m starting to get annoyed by the inconsistency. GoodTimesWithScar. Ok. This one also bugs me. Like, most fics call him Scar Goodtimes when they need a name. I’m not gonna dig into it but that’s…. Why? Why that? Grian never gets a last name. Ranboo sometimes gets chopped into Ran and Boo but usually he’s an Underscore or he’s last nameless. Wilbur Soot functions wonderfully (until the get involved shhhh) but it’s too close to his real name it gets very confusing.

anyway, all of this sucks, I hate it all, we’re a terrible fandom /hj

all that nonsense aside, yknow who has a functional Firstname Lastname username? It’s even got a space, and proper capitals: Mumbo Jumbo. That’s who. Look at that. It’s perfect. Everyone should be more like Mumbo Jumbo. Thank you and good night.

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Edit: I know about Ranboo Beloved and Grian Dreamslayer and the various other characters whose names I didn’t mention perfectly in this post. This was no piece of journalism, this was an old man shouts at cloud meme personified. I was very overstimulated and this was what happened to catch my autistic ire. I’m not upset, just figured I’d clarify, a lot of people seem distressed at my not mentioning Beloved. Hope y’all are having a lovely day 💜

[81folklore]

robin - LECLERC

pairings charles leclerc x fem!singer!reader (fc: gigi hadid + pinterest)

summary fans get a look at charles’ family

warnings a baby + pregnancy (the baby is the entire plot point and one pregnancy mention) poorly translated french, some taylor swift songs are used as readers songs. HUGE TIMESKIPS (sorry lol)

notes we are BACK!! for the time being at least,, sorry for being gone again😣 also im using gigi again because i had this one specific photo in mind of her pregnant!!

notes 2 kind of short but i want to try and gain some more motivation buuuut in my absence from writing ive created a rec blog so i can show you all my favorite works by all the incredible writers on here! @81folklore-library

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yourusername • may 2020

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(im)patiently waiting to meet you tiger 🐯🩵

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charles_leclerc you are glowing mama🌟

yourusername charlie🥹

lewishamilton cant wait to meet the little one, you’re doing amazing yn!

yourusername thank you lewis💜

user44 you are gorgeous omg

user23 i can’t believe charles is going to be a dad soon

user2 it feels like its flown by

user17 i love that they call their baby tiger☹️

user6 me too!! i hope it sticks as a nickname

arthur_leclerc lunch again soon?

yourusername of course art! let me know when🤍

yourusername • january 2021

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our little tiger blessed our lives a few months ago and we couldnt feel more overjoyed to have her. we want to thank those around us for their continued support during our first months of parenthood

tiger, we cant wait you grow into a beautiful young girl and we are already so proud of you🐯🩵

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charles_leclerc so happy i get to be a dad with you🩵

charles_leclerc i love you so much im so proud of you

yourusername i love you charlie, thank you for everything

lorenzotl toi et charlie êtes de merveilleux parents 🩷🩷 (translation you and charlie are wonderful parents)

yourusername merci! revenez bientôt, vous êtes toujours le bienvenu! (translation thank you! come back soon, you are always welcome!

user55 theyre parents🥹🥹

user80 oh im sobbing this is so lovely😭😭

user17 they still call her tiger☹️☹️

user49 im confused is that the babies name?

user17 no they just call her tiger in public, we dont know her name! they started calling her tiger when they found out they were going to be parents and it seems to have stuck!!

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user32 i was listening to never grow up when i saw this post🥹🥹

user47 congratulations guys!!

yourusername • september 2024

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happy birthday little tiger, it has been a joy to watch you grow into the wonderful girl that you are (please stop mama cant handle you getting bigger🥹)

you are so incredibly loved and i hope you feel that every day, i hope you have a wonderful day today and everyday baby!

happy birthday love mama and papa🐯🩵

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charles_leclerc happy birthday angel, we love you🐯

olliebearman happy birthday tiger!!

yourusername see you soon darling🩷

lewishamilton i can’t believe she is already four🥹💜

yourusername time really flies by🥹

user67 SHES SO BIG NOW😭

user5 right?! i remember when yn posted her on charles back☹️

user52 these pictures are so cute oh my god😭😭☹️☹️

user60 actually my favorite family ever🥹

user21 i feel so emotional knowing ive watched this family grow

user19 is anyone else sad charles hasnt posted the annual story?

user37 theres no way he just stops,, she has so many more songs☹️

user66 wait im new what are we talking about?

user37 because charles and yn write the birthday captions together, charles started posting a picture of tiger with a song yn has written about children or babies etc (example: last year it was never grow up!) and she has so many more songs that would fit but he hasnt made one this year :(

yourusername & charles_leclerc • september 2024

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tiger its your birthday surprise; Robin out now🐯

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yourusername📌 ps robin is not tigers name🩵

charles_leclerc thank you for letting me on a song🫶

yourusername always baby

charles_leclerc we love you tiger🐯

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[song used: Robin by yn text: way to go tiger🐯🩵]

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[augustjoy]

Momma Go.

Based on the following ask: @lucreziaq2001 Spencer and a female reader the same age as him are married and have a 1-year-old son, their first child, Isaac (I picked this name just because it sounds good with the last name Reid in my opinion). That day, Reader has her first day back at work. She stayed home for one year after Isaac's birth and now she'll only work part time. But she is naturally anxious to leave her baby for the first time. Spencer is off work that day and no matter how many times he reassures her, she is reluctant to leave. And at some point, Isaac gets "tired" and wants to spend time with his dad, whom he rarely sees compared to his mom, and shows his mom the door. And that makes Spencer, and his wife laugh. Thank you💜. I think it would be funny and cute, like I said. – I did modify this so the baby is more like 2 years old…I know someone wouldn’t really be on maternity leave that long, so I found a work around. Also, reader is a professor! 2 just fit my idea a little better. Enjoy!!!

Spencer Reid x Wife! Reader

Fluff

Word count: 1135

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, pet names, no use of y/n, Fem reader, reader has no physical description, reader and Spencer are married and have a son, child’s name is Isaac, anxiety, reader is a professor with tenure, let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Isaac Gideon Reid. Your two-year-old who you just weren’t ready to leave yet. You and Spencer had talked at length about your plans for when you had your child. You would take time off to spend a year or two with him before returning to work, Spencer would take a full parental leave to be there with you in the very beginning of Isaac’s life.

When you’d found out you were pregnant you were thrilled, you’d told Spencer immediately – forgoing any elaborate surprise announcements. Once you hit the 12-week mark, you sat and had more serious conversations of what you wanted life to look like for baby Isaac.

--

Just a year prior to the conception, you’d been offered a tenure position at the University you worked at. An honor and a gift. You hadn’t expected that to come in handy so soon. So, once you’d hit your second trimester, you scheduled a meeting with your supervisor to discuss a personal sabbatical.

“I’d like to go on sabbatical. I’d start it off with the standard maternity leave, but then ultimately would extend it.” You explained.

“I understand. How long were you thinking? I know this is your first child, so I can imagine you’d like to spend as much time as possible with them.” Your boss inquired.

“I was hoping for twenty months.” You said.

“Oh wow. So, with the maternity leave, you’d be gone for two years.”

“Precisely. I know it is a long time, and it is a lot to ask – especially since I only just got my tenure, but Spencer works so much, and I need this time with the baby. I don’t want them to be in daycare all the time away from their parents.” You justified.

“You were offered tenure because you are a valuable asset to this campus. You deserve it. So yes. I will approve the time. Just, please come back to us…you’re too good a teacher for us to lose you.”

“Thank you so much, and I will!” You smiled.

--

Spencer was eligible for 12 weeks paid parental leave, thanks to his time at the BAU. This allowed the two of you three months to develop a routine and relationship with baby Issac once he was born. Spencer did as much as he could, he woke up for the middle of the night changes and bottles, he read to Isaac, he played with him and encouraged tummy time. Your heart soared at his easy slip into fatherhood.

You knew Spencer had his concerns regarding schizophrenia, but he saw his psychiatrist regularly and kept up to date with evaluations to ensure that he wasn’t developing any of the symptoms. You’d always told him that his strength would make him an incredible father…and you could see him starting to believe you.

--

Spencer returned to work after his leave was up, but he asked that you set up cameras in the house, not only for security reasons, but also so you didn’t feel the need to film everything…it would be saved automatically. He hated that he missed milestones but was grateful for the flexibility your job provided.

He missed Isaac’s first steps, but he was there when he tried solid foods for the first time, and he thankfully caught his first words during a FaceTime call while he was in Michigan on a case.

Spencer had started spending every second he had off work at home with you and Isaac, desperate to make up for lost time. He started using his vacation days a bit more frequently to join you at doctor’s appointments, to celebrate mother’s and father’s days, to celebrate holidays and Isaac’s birthday. He started to understand why Derek left the BAU, his family meant everything to him, and he wouldn’t give that up for anything.

--

Two years had flown by, you didn’t know where the time had gone. Isaac had grown into his personality, he was such a happy baby, always giggling and cuddling either you or Spencer.

That is why it was so hard for you to go back to work, the time had finally come for you to return to teaching, only you didn’t feel ready. How were you supposed to pick up and leave him.

Thankfully, Spencer has a few mandatory days off so he’d be home to spend the day with Isaac, as opposed to going to daycare for the first time, but either way, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. You’d already showered and gotten ready for the day, meticulously packed your bag…checking it twice to ensure you weren’t forgetting anything. Spencer had even packed you a lunch and set it out for you.

“You ready to go sweetheart?” Spencer asked, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Ready as in physically, yes. Ready as in mentally or emotionally…no. I don’t think I can leave him Spence.” You’d whispered.

Isaac was currently sitting on the living room floor making all sorts of noises as he flung a toy dinosaur around. You made your way over, sitting behind him on the couch. You brushed your fingers through the little tufts of hair on his head.

“Hi baby. You ready to spend the day with daddy?” You cooed.

“Dada play!” Isaac called.

Spencer joined you both in the living room, joining Isaac on the floor and picking up one of the other dinosaurs.

“Sweetheart I know you’re nervous, but everything will be okay. I will be here, you have access to the cameras, and you can text or call between your classes.” Spencer attempted to ease your thoughts.

“I know, I just feel like it is too soon. He’s still so little.” You sniffled.

Isaac had gotten up and was waddling through the house. Things were well baby-proofed, so you weren’t concerned for his safety, mostly just curious of where he was going so you looked after him as he made his way past the kitchen.

Isaac looked back at you and Spencer, before turning around and continuing his trek. He only stopped once he reached the front door. Looking back at you.

“Momma go.”

“What baby?” You asked.

“Momma go. Dada play!” he repeated.

You looked back to where Spencer remained on the floor and couldn’t help the giggles that escaped you. The two of you fell into a fit of laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. Here your two-year-old was confirming that you were being irrational and that everything would be just fine.

So, you stood, grabbed your things, kissed Spencer and Isaac both before making your way to work. You were sure to text between classes which were met with photos of Spence and Isaac doing all sorts of fun things.

Today wasn’t so bad after all…now sending him to daycare, that was something for another day.

[astrologydayz]

ASTROLOGY FUCKING NOTES4

If you're into past lives with other people = go 2 both of your "Desc. Lunar Node persona charts", &save them to make a synastry chart! It tells/shows u about your past life together - IF u had one, ofc - what occurred between u/what u guys went through/what u were 2each other, if u "owe"/or is "owed" something, then what & why, how u felt about each other, etc. it gives u WAAAY more details about your past life together, than a normal synastry chart does. 

GO SEE If there's a name asteroid with your child's name = go look at that name persona chart, &I promise you that you will be amazed. Nothing is ever accidental baby.

Look at your Eros persona chart2 see what your sexual desires/fantasies exactly are - in details/how forward - or not, you are when it comes to your desires, sex/sexual things in general. It also shows u how you express your "sexual side"/what kind of people you're sexually attracted2/turn ons in details. 

Your Fama persona chart - 408 tells u about what other people gossip/talk about, when it comes2 u - also rumours/what u gossip about 2 others/if you're famous - then4what

I'M TALKING ABOUT ROMANTIC/SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS👇🏽 A SYNASTRY CHART tells u how u how u guys "respond" 2 one another! Like what u think about each other, how u feel about each other, how u communicate, what u desire/love about each other, family influences/outside influences, what "differences" u have, what "issues"/challenges u have with each other etc.🏃💜 A COMPOSITE CHART literally shows us how u guys relationship dynamic is, how u communicate as a couple/show love, your sexual dynamic, "challenges as a couple", how "content" you guys are in your relationship basically&your "reputation together"/outside influences etc. It also shows what your relationship's "endgame" is ⛓❤️🔥.

A DAVISON CHART gives us a different perspective on your relationship& shows opportunities along the way4u guys as a couple, that a composite chart won't show🫵🫶. This chart chart also gives us an exact time&date + retrograde planets that isn't shown in your composite chart = provides us with "new insight" on the relationship! TAKE NOTE OF THAT DATE BTW💋.

People with Saturn conjunct/trine Amor asteroid - 1221 usually only fuck with long ass relationships - not so much one nightstands. They want that stable&secure love - they don't fuck around just 2 fuck around. They're also in love with themselves, most of the time - in a good way!!! They're confident, &secure in who they are/in what they seek. They also know what they bring 2the table in a connection, so if somebody doesn't find it enough/or doesn't appreciate it?? They're out.

Someone with Amor asteroid - 1221 conjunct their 2nd house = quality, quality, quality. Quality is really the number 1 thing they always seek/want in life. They would rather not buy/have/eat anything than buy/have/eat something that's not good enough quality.

Venus conjunct/trine/quintile Mars people are typically the ones everyone almost always finds attractive - they fit the usual "pretty boy/pretty girl standards".

Venus conjunct/square/quincunx Pluto can get stalked/harassed pretty often by their love interests/old love interests, or by people they don't even really "notice". Sun conjunct 11th house can show up as having many male friends, or many male followers/fans in rl/online.

Venus conjunct/square/quincunx Uranus are the ones seeing somebody online, &be infatuated/"in love" after seeing one pic/video. They fall in love pretty fast in rl2, but typically ends up getting the ick real quick - when the other one goes all in, at last. They can change their minds pretty often when it comes to love/love interests, as they really don't wanna end up "missing something". Can be seen as "flighty"/non committal.

Mera asteroid - 3553 "Purity being taken, or purity given away" - can show cheating in a synastry chart - "Mera" person is the one breaking the bond by being unfaithful - "purity given away", probably "shouldn't have done it". "Mera" can also show up as "corruption" - the other person taking the "Mera" person's "purity" away.

Galatea asteroid - 74 in synastry can show love triangles. It's really no joke. The "Galatea" person is the one bringing the 3rd party, &the drama in.

Moon conjunct/opposite Sado asteroid - 118230 in synastry shows up as Sado person getting a kick out of humiliating/embarrassing Moon - In private, &in public, doesn't matter. In short words, Sado is SADISTIC AF towards Moon - making fun of their emotions - making fun of them crying/making them cry/hurt on purpose, them "playing games" with Moon person's emotions, Sado degrades, &taunts Moon. Moon feels very belittled, small, & very non existing here. The opposition will cause Moon 2 talk back sometimes/not take it as often as the conjunction would. The opposition can also show that it happens in periods, like it's on & off with Sado being a dick towards moon - where the conjunction will cause Sado2always be like that.

Isolda asteroid - 211 can also show up as cheating - Isolda typically shows up in a synastry chart between the cheater, & the 3rd party. "Love at 1st sight", "loyalty forgotten", "new love", "off the charts infatuation".

THANKS4READING LOVE

I APPRECIATE U💋

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Tap Out

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 600

Summary: After saying some mean things about Steve he takes his aggression out during sex. Will he make you tap out?

Warnings: Fingering, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Edging, Brat Reader

A/N: For @avengers-assemble-bingo AA-Kinky Bingo with squares “That’s a good girl” + fingering + doggy style. Card (KB010)

A/N 2: thanks to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @late-to-the-party-81 Also thank you @late-to-the-party-81 for the header.

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Steve’s sitting sternly on the bed next to you, fingering your wet pussy. Every time he curls them you sing for him. He’s keeping you just on the edge of an orgasm and your naked body is sweating, begging to cum, but he won’t allow it.

“That’s a good girl. I can feel you want to cum but you know what you have to do first. Say it and I’ll put you out of your misery.”

Your mind is swirling with emotions. What you want to say was ‘fuck off’ but you know he’ll just keep you on edge all night with no chance of release. You moan when he lightly flicks your clit with the fingers of his other hand.

He slows down and then stops all together when you don’t respond. “Don’t make me be the bad guy here. You know I can do this all day.” He says in a serious tone.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you Captain Small Dick in front of the group. I was just mad that you left me alone in bed without you eating my pussy or even a morning kiss. It put me in a bad mood.”

“And…” He thrusts his fingers hard into you then pulls them out, licking his fingers clean. His eyes flutter at the taste of your arousal.

“And… I’m sorry I said you have a limp cock for a man of your age.”

“I’ll show you who has a small, limp cock, brat I’m going to split you open and fuck you senseless. You won’t be walking straight tomorrow.”

He flips you over onto your stomach and pulls you up onto your hands and knees. With a snap of hips, his cock is sheathed inside you, stretching your pussy so good that you cum all over his cock. However, Steve doesn’t stop there; he continues to fuck you hard and rough. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, joining with your moans. “That’s right, doll. Scream my name. Let them know who’s fucking you this good.”

Your arms finally give out, your face and shoulders crashing to the mattress, leaving your ass in the air, with Steve holding your hips tightly as he takes you harder and faster. He makes you cum another three times and you’re a wreck. You start hitting the bed near your face with your hand, tapping out. There’s no way you can keep going.

“Please, Steve! I’m sorry. I can’t cum again. My body’s too weak.” You plead with him but it doesn’t work. In fact, it seems to turn him on more.

“Just cum one more time for me, sweetheart. Show me you're really sorry.”

Steve keeps his hard pace up until you finally cum again. Your walls flutter around his cock, milking him, and Steve cums with a shout. He pulls out of you and lets your body collapse completely on the bed. He curls up next to you and pulls you to his chest, as you gasp for air. You feel wrecked by him but in the best way possible.

“Next time you have a hissy fit I will strap you to our bed, Mrs. Rogers, and edge you even worse with one of your vibrators. Do you understand me?” Steve nuzzled your ear as he spoke firmly to you.

You nod your head like crazy. “Yes, Steve. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” You both know that it’s a lie. You’ll be running your mouth by next week and being punished all over again. Oh well, that’s the way you both like it.

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[hxlxnaaa]

hi hiiiii I’m not too sure if you’re taking requests for Caleb yet!! If you are could we please get a fluffy fic of him and us just cuddling and him being absolutely head over heels!! (If you don’t thank you for your consideration anyway 💜)

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─ 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

★ 𝐚/𝐧: ty for the request anon, i have desperately been wanting to write for caleb but have had 0 inspo for him LOL. sorry this is so short and not a full length fic, plus it took so long :,( uni is kicking my BUTT rn. nonetheless i hope (and pray) you enjoy!! <3333

You were back in his arms, and there wasn’t anything more in the world Caleb could ever think to ask for.

It wasn’t the first time you had situated yourself there, nestled against his chest and weaved into his heart. Growing up, you two found yourselves entangled in each other's limbs more often than not. A nightmare, a bad day - one another’s arms were a safe haven from the cruel, destructive world that lurked outside, offering a sanctuary no words could ever quite replicate.

Though you were older now, and as much as Caleb would hate to admit it, so much more grown. Of course, you were still the girl he always knew, yet over the course of time, you had developed the mental strength of a thousand soldiers; built a determination and power more vigorous than he had ever seen. The softness of childhood had been replaced with resilience, sharpened by experience. Your body was just as strong, no doubt from tearing through countless wanderers like butter. Firm against his, no longer small and delicate.

You weren’t the little girl that would cry in his arms during thunderstorms anymore, afraid of the dark, crawling into his blankets with him for comfort. When did you grow so much? Had he simply failed to notice, or had he been too afraid to acknowledge the inevitable? As much as Caleb tried to convince himself otherwise, he knew the truth; you didn’t need him to protect you anymore. But in this moment, with your weight pressed against him, he could pretend. Just for a little while longer, he could hold on to the illusion that you were still safe in his arms, that he was still needed in your life.

There was always something there between you two, Caleb would be stupid to deny it. Or maybe he’d made it all up in his head - unspoken words, stolen glances, moments that lasted just a little longer than necessary. The way you’d turn to one another after every joke, the shared secret language of sighs and stares, fingers interlacing after high-fives as if they were meant to fit together.

He’d scare off the boys at school who tried to pursue you, never leaving your side so they’d know exactly who you belonged to. He noticed how you’d cling to his arm wherever you went, pressing soft kisses against his cheek, wearing his clothes like a second skin. In a crowded room, you always found each other, always sat a little closer than necessary, always gravitated toward one another like celestial bodies caught in each other’s orbit. There was never a need to say it outright, everyone knew. The two of you left a mark, staking an unspoken claim on one another.

‘Mine.’

But you were younger then, just kids who swore you were really good friends. It made sense, you had grown up together; shared dinners at night, shared a bed, shared your lives. It wasn’t surprising that you had such a hold on each other, that you were so effortlessly intertwined. The thought of spending the rest of your lives together was not unheard of, but spending it together? That was different.

That was something neither of you dared to say aloud, something that hovered between you like a breath waiting to be exhaled. The idea seemed forbidden, it seemed wrong.

Though, despite the taboo of it all, Caleb still loved you. He loved you before he even knew what love was, before he even knew your name. He loved you through every version of yourself, through all the times you’d forget him. But it didn’t matter, because no matter what, he knew your soul as intricately as he knew his own.

The movie playing in the background had just become noise in his ears, the plot lost entirely to the rhythm of your breathing, the way your fingers idly toyed with the chain around his neck.

“Are you even watching?” Your voice was quiet, fingertips brushing against the cool metal, eyes peering up at him through your lashes.

“Yeah.” His response was soft, unsure. Because how could he focus on anything else when you were here, pressed against him, looking at him like that?

For a fleeting second, it didn’t matter what was right or wrong, what was forbidden or accepted. He wondered what your lips would feel like against his, if they would be just as soft as they were against his cheek, just as gentle as they were against his forehead. He thought about your hands threading through his hair, about how they left burning traces on his skin, branding him with every touch; and you were. He was absolutely, irrevocably yours.

Caleb wanted to lean down and kiss every inch of your face, to pull you in so close that there would be no space left between you, no room for doubt, no fear of separation. He wanted to cross the line that you both had danced on for so many years.

No, he’d leave that to you.

Let you call the shots, make the final decision, decide where the boundaries would lie. Because Caleb would, in the end, be whatever you wanted him to be. Whether that was your best friend, your lover, something entirely else, or just Caleb. Because he loved you, and he was yours; and he understood, without words, without hesitation, that you were his too.

[inc0gnitoo]

fatui scaramouche x fem!reader - keeping quiet 💜

cw… smut, top!scara, AFAB reader, scaramouche not wanderer, exhibitionism.. i technically only put maybe one or two female descriptors here, so you can prob still read this from a male perspective x

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

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“shh. keep your voice down, do you seriously want someone hearing this?”

was it a bad idea for you to let scaramouche fuck you in the meeting hall? no. did you really get a choice? also no. not that you’d fight him. his voice, sultry and demanding spoke for itself, demanding you meet him in the hall in twenty minutes flat. you, desperate for the promise his seduction spoke of, obeyed.

then, you were floored.

whispering in your ear, his hand forcibly pressed itself more onto your mouth, a threat for what would come if you started moaning any louder while bouncing on his cock. his on his assigned seat, because he was really getting off on the idea that he could relive fucking up into you like this every fatui assembly you’d have. and he’d look at you from across the table too, those pretty purple eyes of his telling of his filthy thoughts of you.

and he’d remember how you whimpered, crying out for more, for his cock to dig deeper and deeper and slam into your walls like he was trying to break you. and he was.

“ngh, scara, scara..” were the words you would be saying if they weren’t muffled against his hand, drool slipping down your chin and soaking his palm. this only spurred him further, a breathless chuckle from his chest as he pounded his cock into you more.

“y-yes, ahgn, yes, perfect, fuck,” he would hiss through his teeth, placing his hand on your stomach and pressing into your groin hard, rewarding his greed with a moan back into his hand. “keep quiet and i might wanna keep fucking into you like-nn, this..”

with the exception of some quiet whimpers and whiny noises, you bit your tongue and kept bouncing on scaras cock, a knot tightening and threatening to snap if he kept hitting up into you right in the spot he’d trained his cock to find.

it was when you stopped paying attention, eyes rolling into the back of your head that you came. sliding his fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans, his hips snapped up into your ass with a lewd slap, his chin digging into your shoulder as he slows his speed inside of you. pulling his fingers out of your mouth, the sight of the drool and string of saliva connecting his fingers to your mouth nearly made him cum right then and there! oh, and those eyes of yours-

oh silly, he can’t cum yet! not just from this!

so very quickly was your face was smushed up against the fabric cloth that was once so nicely laid upon the long boardroom table. your drool soaked into the linen, hair scrunched up into a messy ball in scaramouches fist. his goal was simple. fuck you silly til he was happy with the state of you! scara was never easily satisfied, unless he was balls deep inside of you. and you were getting pretty close to that.

and so was scara, his hips jittering, nails digging into your hips, moans through his teeth mixing with a variety of praise and insults, “yeah. yeah, take it,” or “you’re so tight, so tight, so tight..” he was filling you up so nicely, feeling how you clenched around him, the tightness only fueling his craving to make you cum.

“please-“

“yes, fuck, nghh-i know. shut up.”

and he only continued to thrust sloppily into you, his head falling back as he moaned out your name. yeah somebody definitely heard you. and scaramouche would be hearing alll about it later.

but why would he care when his cock fit soo perfectly inside your cunt? he was gonna make you cum again and again.

“keep quiet now, haaha,” he’d laugh breathlessly, preparing for your mouth as he placed you on your knees. his thumb brushed against your bottom lip, sliding down to hold your chin. his words were firm, demanding, “…or else you won’t get your reward.”

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[gooobraghhh]

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I own @the-kennel-keeper , he’s cum to me 50 times so far 🩷

- Giovanna, 19 , bi mtf (1yr HRT)

- Switch, mostly dominate

- extremely t4t (mainly trans guys)

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A Curse [Chapter 10: Pacific Palisades]

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Series summary: You are an aspiring actress. Aegon is a washed-up and disenchanted agent…at least until he sees something special in you. But within paradisical seaside Los Angeles you find terrible dangers and temptations, secrets and lies. Maybe Aegon’s right; maybe the City of Angels really is a curse.

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“I’m so sorry,” you say as the green jasper buttons on the coat won’t quite close. “My agent keeps buying me Cherry Cokes and vanilla lattes.”

The costume designer, mid-forties with box-dye red hair, laughs. She ceases the tugging she’s been doing, ultimately in vain. “The wardrobe is supposed to fit you, sweetheart, not the other way around.” She sweeps the coat off your shoulders and hangs it back on the rack full of Gilded Age-style garments, some faux, some genuine. “We’ll take it in here and let it out there and get everything sorted out.”

“Thank you,” you tell her sheepishly.

“For what? It’s my job.” Then she gestures to the rack. “Which one was your favorite?”

You scan the assortment: chemises, corsets, hoopskirts, stockings, dresses, tea gowns, evening gowns, nightgowns, hats, gloves, fans, shoes, seemingly endless bejeweled ropes of necklaces and bracelets. “The yellow tea gown,” you say, beaming. “I love the ruffles and how flowy it is. And the buttons down the front.”

“Oh, it’s exceptional, isn’t it?” the costume designer agrees. “I found that at an estate sale a few years back, it had been squirreled away in a collector’s attic. It’s authentic, probably made in the 1890s.”

“You told me not to touch the buttons when you put it on. And you wore latex gloves.”

She nods. “They’re brass gilded with gold and mercury, which was common back then. People didn’t know better. But mercury can be absorbed through the skin. We can’t be careless and end up with heavy metal poisoning, now can we?” She grins at you. “But you don’t mind a little danger.”

“Everything worthwhile is a risk.”

“How long have you been in Los Angeles?”

You do some quick math in your head. “Almost six months.”

“Planning to stay long?”

“Forever, hopefully.”

The costume designer smiles warmly. “Good. We need more people like you here.” And as she pulls the rack of clothing out into the hallway on its four small wheels, the director strolls into the room. He is in his thirties, bald, black rectangular glasses, always wearing a suit jacket over a graphic tee. Today’s shirt features the Jurassic Park logo.

“Hey!” he says excitedly, clapping his hands together. “How’d it go?”

“Hi, Dusty!” His name is Dustin, but everyone calls him Dusty. “It was amazing. I love all the weird vintage clothes, they’re so modest but also very sensual, you know?”

“Yeah, it’s fascinating, I feel like with those restrictive modesty standards people really had to get creative to evoke ideas of playfulness, flirtatiousness, power, vulnerability, seduction...and of course, we’ll be experimenting with all of that in this film. You felt okay in everything?”

“Yeah!”

“Because...I mean...I know some of the chamises and nightgowns are a little sheer, but we’ll do a closed set on those days. I won’t even be there, Camille can handle it.” Camille is the assistant director, young and quiet but very sharp. “So it’ll just be her and the camera operator, also a woman. And if you want anyone else there to be your advocate, that’s open for discussion.”

“Can my agent be there?”

Dusty looks a little surprised. The grumpy middle-aged dude? his face says. “Aegon? Yeah, sure, he can be in the room. If you want that.”

“He’s gotten me out of some uncomfortable situations before, so I trust him.”

“Oh yeah, well in that case, I get it,” Dusty says. “Totally. And things with Santi have been fine?”

“Santi is wonderful. Always completely professional, but very inspiring to work with.”

“You guys have great chemistry. Platonically, I mean.”

You laugh. “I know what you meant.”

“And I’ll keep checking in with both of you, to make sure that’s going well and you’re happy and comfortable. I want you to start seeing a personal trainer, by the way. It’s not to lose weight or get toned or anything, it’s for injury prevention. He’ll help you get flexible and teach you tricks for how to move without hurting yourself when we do some of the more physically taxing stuff, like that scene where you and Santi are chasing each other all over the house and slamming into the walls and stuff.”

“That makes sense. Who’s the trainer?”

“His name is Roy, he’s in his sixties and a former Marine. I’ve worked with him before and he’s really chill, I’ve only ever heard good things. But if you end up not liking him, just let me know and I can find somebody else.”

“Dusty?” you say.

“Yes?”

“Thank you for caring about what I think.”

He chuckles uneasily, like he’s not sure if you’re serious. “You’re welcome...?”

Aegon walks in—hair gelled back, wrinkled black suit on—carrying two Starbucks beverages; he left fifteen minutes ago to fetch them. He keeps the Frappuccino topped with whipped cream and chocolate syrup for himself and hands you the iced latte. You take a sip and are startled. “Cinnamon Dolce?”

“Isn’t that what you like?” Aegon asks.

And before you let yourself think poisonous thoughts—he doesn’t care, he doesn’t remember—you consider a different explanation. He might be sick. He might be dying. You give him a radiant smile. “Absolutely. And it’s delicious.”

“She must think very highly of you,” Dusty tells Aegon. “She wants you there on the closed set days.”

Aegon raises his eyebrows at you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you admit, a little shyly.

“I’ll send out the filming schedule as soon as we get it finalized,” Dusty says. “Like I said earlier, we’ll start sometime in mid-September. Some soundstage stuff here in L.A., some on-location work in Ontario—that’s where they did Crimson Peak, there’s fantastic Gilded Age architecture—and maybe a trip to London if we can scrape the budget together.”

“Huh,” Aegon mutters to himself, like he suspects Dusty will soon be receiving a sizeable and anonymous donation for the project. He pulls out his iPhone and texts someone.

Dusty shakes your hand. “Thanks for being here today and suffering through approximately one thousand costume changes. I really appreciate you being such a good sport about everything.”

“I told you she had the right temperament,” Aegon says.

“She does.” Dusty smiles at you. “She really does.”

You and Aegon leave Dusty’s suite, office space rented in Downtown, and take the elevator from the tenth floor to the ground level. It’s Wednesday, August 13th, and it’s almost a hundred degrees outside, the sunlight drenching you like a downpour. Fortunately, it’s a short walk to your Honda. Aegon was serious about not driving when you’re in the car anymore; you picked him up in Elysian Park before your appointment with the costume designer. Now you walk together across a pavilion and towards a concrete staircase that will lead you down to the street with the parking garage. You’re wearing a pink floral sundress, matching TOMS wedges, and a pinkish-gold sheen across your eyelids: Fathom by NARS, Phenomena by Natasha Denona. You slurp on your Cinnamon Dolce latte, sweet and warm and blameless like a treat you deserve.

“You know I won’t be there for filming,” Aegon says. “That’s going to be after my wedding. I’ll be long gone, I’ll be in Houston.”

“Maybe not.”

“Uh, I definitely will be.”

“Maybe you’ll fly back to be here for certain things because you know they’re important to me.”

Aegon stops and whirls to you, his voice low but cutting. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” you ask, bewildered.

“You know I wish I could be here. Don’t guilt me for something I’m already torn up about.”

“Nothing is stopping you from flying back to L.A. for a few days. Houston isn’t a prison, you can come and go as much as you want to.”

Now he’s somber, quiet, repentant. “I just can’t. I’m really sorry.”

“But who’s going to look out for me?” How could I even begin to forget you?

“I found you a new agent. Her name is Kristen, and she’s great.”

“I don’t want her,” you say immediately.

Aegon sighs. You begin to descend the staircase together. “Look, I know this isn’t easy for either of us, but I need you to—”

“Oh my God, it’s the girl from the Maroon 5 music video!” a young man shrieks, and then he sprints up the concrete steps. You smile when he shoves his phone in your face, recording for TikTok or Instagram or wherever he’s planning to post this...or maybe he’s even streaming live. “Hi!” he bellows at you as Aegon glares. “I love that video, you did an amazing job!”

“Thank you so much,” you say, and you mean it down to your bones. You’re beaming without reminding yourself to; you’re focused on him as you continue to descend the staircase. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Jonathan!”

Aegon snaps at him: “Back up.”

“Hi, Jonathan,” you say, wobbling on a step. “It’s so nice to meet you. Where are you from?”

“I’m from a town in Iowa that you definitely haven’t heard of.”

“That’s okay, I’m from a town in Minnesota that you definitely haven’t heard of.”

“Hey, back up,” Aegon says again.

Jonathan either doesn’t hear him or doesn’t listen. “What was it like working with Adam Levine? I’m kind of obsessed with him. He was my first crush.”

With those tattoos? you think but blessedly don’t say out loud. You have barely ever interacted with Adam Levine, and certainly not in a meaningful way. But of course you don’t say this either. Jonathan’s phone is only inches from your face; it’s practically all you can see. “Oh, it was an incredible experience. He’s so talented and kind—”

Your wedge slips off a step, and you go sprawling; one knee hits the concrete, is scraped raw, begins bleeding down your shin. Your latte flies out of your grasp and spills down the staircase. You clutch for the metal railing, find it, and haul yourself upright. And even through the searing pain you’re already laughing, embarrassed, relieved.

Jonathan is saying as he reaches for you, though he’s still filming with the phone in his other hand: “Oh no, are you okay?!”

“I’m fine, I’m totally fine—”

But Jonathan isn’t, because Aegon’s knuckles connect with his face, draw back, hit him again, and blood is gushing from Jonathan’s nostrils, and Aegon’s hand is stained red. “I told you to back the fuck up!” Aegon is roaring, and he goes to punch Jonathan again as he’s staggering down the steps, blood drops splattering to freckle the concrete.

“Aegon, don’t!” you scream, grabbing his arm. People on the sidewalk below are staring and pointing. “He didn’t do anything!”

“If you get hurt, you can’t act—”

“Aegon, I’m alright!”

And when Aegon turns to you, wayward flecks of blood on his cheeks and in his sand-colored hair, he’s not just furious but afraid: I couldn’t stop. You remember when he put a dent in the wall of the Beverly Hills mansion where Dan had planned to film you practically naked, and you wonder if that was a symptom, volatility, rage, a transient blindness to consequences. Is everything he does a symptom? Is what he’s done with you?

“Aegon...?” Jonathan says from several steps down the staircase. “Aegon Targaryen?!” He’s wiping the blood off his face with the back of one hand but still holding his phone with the other. Now he’s filming himself. “Holy shit, I just got punched by a Targaryen! This is going to go viral! I’m going to be rich!” He dashes off, still dripping blood.

Aegon looks at you, dazed. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

You’re trying to catch your breath; your knee burns. Pedestrians on the sidewalk are still gawking. “No, you shouldn’t have.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t want to fuck up anything related to your career. I’ll fix this, I’ll get Aemond to make it go away.”

“I’m not mad, Aegon.” I’m worried about you. I’m scared for you.

“Are you okay?” He’s scrutinizing the thin tendrils of blood snaking down your leg, the crimson stains on your pink sundress.

“Yeah,” you say gamely.

“No you’re not.” Aegon takes your hand, leads you swiftly to the parking garage, doesn’t stop to talk to any of the people who are staring and pointing and taking out their phones to record him.

You drive your Honda back to Elysian Park—just a quick jaunt northeast on the 110—where Aegon scrubs his hands clean and then plays doctor with equipment supplied by the first aid kit in Brandon’s desk. On the scuffed wood floor of Aegon’s office—mint green walls, cluttered haphazard desk, photographs of him and Becca together sneering down at you—he disinfects the raw patch on your knee and gingerly wipes away flecks of dirt, then slathers it with gooey transluscent Neosporin, the kind that dulls pain. As he is trying to peel the backing off a large rectangular Band-Aid, his hands begin to shake.

“Aegon, here, let me help you—”

“I can do it,” he insists; and it takes him a while, but he does.

~~~~~~~~~~

Baela is back in Paris; Jace is eating a Chipotle burrito on the velvet orange couch and spilling leafy shreds of lettuce everywhere. You are arranging the dried sunflowers in a yellow vase you found at T.J. Maxx. You are careful not to dislodge any of the fragile preserved leaves, curled and brittle. When you are done, you position the vase on the kitchen counter near the refrigerator. The calendar there, affixed with pineapple-shaped magnets, is filled with red-ink appointments related to your indie film, the one you still sometimes can’t believe is real: workouts with your personal trainer, table reads, costume fittings, meetings with the dialect coach, lunches and drinks with your new coworker Chloe. She has third billing, and she’s from Maine, and she loves hiking and flannel and granola and the lobster rolls at Saltie Girl in West Hollywood. You teach her about makeup and dresses; Chloe teaches you about nature and hiking boots. You might even let her talk you into horseback riding lessons on the beach one day.

Jace asks from the couch as he scrolls through his phone with his non-burrito-occupied hand: “Hey, random question, but did your agent beat up a kid?”

You sigh deeply. “He wasn’t a kid. I don’t know why people keep saying that.”

“The TMZ article says he’s a teenager.”

“He’s nineteen years old. He’s legally an adult.”

“Oh.” Jace keeps reading. “But your agent did beat him up.”

“Aegon punched him twice, does that count as beating someone up?”

Jace looks up from his phone. “Yes. Yes it does.”

You sigh again.

“You’re lucky he’s not suing,” Jace says as he resumes reading the article. “Damn, he’s gotten 200,000 views on the video so far. He called it STORYTIME: Targaryen Terror!! I almost died!! The thumbnail is a close-up of his bloody nose. Let’s see what derangement we can find in the comments.” Then Jace recoils, squinting at the screen. “Whoa, the whole article just disappeared.”

Thanks Aemond, you think. “I’ll be back around dinnertime if you want to order Thai food and watch True Blood or something.”

“Cool,” Jace says, and chomps on his burrito. A glob of guacamole drops onto the couch.

In Elysian Park, you park on the curb and step out into sweltering mid-August humidity, the humming of air conditioning window units, ambient dog barks and car radios. You’re wearing flip-flops, a purple maxi skirt, and a black tank top; on your eyelids shimmers Natasha Denona’s silver-and-violet Bolt.

You can hear the shouting before you open the front door, heavy footsteps, chairs screeching as they are pushed out. You run inside to find Brandon standing beside his desk. He looks at you wide-eyed, as if he doesn’t know what to do. From within his office, Aegon is yelling something you don’t understand—“I don’t want it! No, get rid of it, get out of here!”—and then Becca appears through the doorway, backing away from him, fleeing from him, confused and heartbroken. She’s dressed like a bride, white lace and long beachy waves. She is crying and holding two sealed envelopes in her hands that gleam with rings.

“What’s going on?” you ask her.

Becca freezes when she sees you. She’s too stunned to be angry. “I don’t know, it was supposed to be a surprise, we were going to open them together and it would be fun, but now he’s...he’s...he’s freaking out, he’s completely lost his mind!”

You peek into Aegon’s office; his chair is knocked over, and there are papers and photographs and Honeycrisp apples on the floor. He’s slumped against the wall with his knees to his chest, gazing out at you with vast, glassy eyes, tears painting rivers down his flushed cheeks. “Open what?” you ask Becca. And then you read the artful black lettering on the envelopes: Legacea: Discover All the Wonders of Your Heritage!

“Becca,” you say softly. He’s been caught. He can’t hide it anymore. “Aegon’s dad died of Huntington’s disease.”

“Okay,” she replies, puzzled, not understanding.

“And it’s genetic, and he doesn’t want to know if he has the gene.”

She stares at him, thunderstruck. He hides his face in his hands. And you feel a compulsion—an instinct, a gravity, a predestination—to go to Aegon and hold him, comfort him as much as you can, ward off all the world’s curses here in this undistinguished alcove of Los Angeles where you first met him.

“Here,” Becca hisses, grabbing your hand and pressing one of the envelopes into it too quickly for you to resist. “You’re the person he always wants to talk to anyway.” Then she shoves you so hard your back hits the doorframe, storms across the lobby, slams the front door as she leaves.

“I’m sorry,” Aegon says hoarsely from the floor. “I’m sorry she did that, I...I...” And then he swallows with effort and shakes his head and covers his face again. In the lobby, Brandon sinks into the chair behind his desk and tries to disappear.

You step into Aegon’s office and close the door behind you. You cross the scuffed hardwood floor until you are right in front of him, and then you sit down amidst the bruised apples and splintered glass panes of photographs, close enough to reach out and take his hands if you tried. You look down at the sealed envelope and skim your thumbprint across the black ink. You don’t say anything. You wait for Aegon to realize the inevitable: If Becca paid for these tests, she can access the results anytime she wants to. He’s going to find out one way or the other. He can’t keep running. The answer is right here. Maybe it’s even good.

“You can open it,” Aegon says, barely a whisper.

“Are you sure?”

He nods and wipes his face with his sleeve, the same wrinkled tan sport coat jacket he was wearing for your very first appointment. Beneath that he wears a t-shirt the color of the ocean, a placid royal blue. Then he watches as you carefully rip open the envelope, unfold the stack of four papers, and scan the results. He tries to read the lines and color of your face; he waits for you to say something.

For a long still moment, you don’t say anything. And then at last you look up at him. “Your family can afford the best doctors, you’ll have access to the most advanced treatments—”

“No!” Aegon wails, a mourning, a surrender, and he collapses across the floor, and decades of fear and grief and fury come hemorrhaging out, and you expect that when you try to hold him he’ll push you away, but he doesn’t. He claws for you and his fingernails leave half-moon indentations in your skin, but you don’t mind because soon he’ll be gone: he’ll be flying to Turks and Caicos to marry Becca, he’ll be moving to Houston, Texas, he’ll be dying there of something horrible and painful and inglorious and unfair, he’ll be a secret and then a myth.

“I’m sorry,” you say over and over again, his head in your lap, your fingers in his hair, your voice fracturing and your throat burned to ashes. “I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this. I wish I could change it. I would do anything to change it.”

And after a while, Aegon goes quiet and pulls away, and he sits on the floor as he absorbs it, staring vacantly at the photographs and the apples and the walls, dragging his hands through his disheveled hair to slick it back again. Then he turns to you and asks: “Do you want to go to the beach?”

~~~~~~~~~~

You’ve already been to Venice, and Baela and Jace once took you along with them to Santa Monica to walk the pier at dusk; and so today Aegon tells you to follow the 110 south, the 10 west, and finally the 1 north—and if you stayed on it you’d eventually hit Malibu, Santa Barbara, San Francisco, Point Reyes, Eureka, the Oregon border—to Pacific Palisades, where the water is calm and endless and the beach quiet, a few families picnicking on loose golden sand, a few amateur surfers bobbing on docile waves. Gulls flap and caw in a cerulean sky. From a boombox drifts Under the Bridge.

“I always felt like I had it,” Aegon says. His skin glows with the sunscreen you insisted on buying from a surf shop on the way here, SPF 50, but there is nothing in the world that can stop the poison his cells are already making, copying the defective gene’s lethal instructions again and again and again. You look at the crinkles that spring out from the corners of his eyes, the lines around his mouth, and you can see that he is aging—lack of sleep, lack of care—and you have the instinct to pull him back from the ledge of mortality. But for all the wonders of humanity, pyramids and chapels, submarines and satellites, for some reason the most essential magic eludes you.

“But you hoped you didn’t.” You hold the Legacea papers, still creased from where they were folded into thirds inside the envelope, as you and Aegon sit together on the sand. You keep reading the results: cystic fibrosis—variant not detected, hereditary thrombophilia—variant not detected, Parkinson’s disease—variant not detected, he’d be perfect if it wasn’t for one tiny thing, and that seems so unfair.

“That’s why I never told people. That’s why even though I was pretty sure I’d never have kids, I didn’t do anything permanent. Never got a vasectomy, even though I should have. Never saw a specialist. Never joined any support groups. I always thought...you know, maybe. Maybe I was wrong, and I was fine. And I wanted to have that to fall back on, so whenever I started thinking about it and got freaked out, I could say: You don’t know for sure. You might not have it. Aemond got tested because he felt it was the responsible thing to do, and Helaena and Daeron followed his lead because they trust him. I was the only one who didn’t want to know. And I’m the only one who has it.” He shakes his head; his blonde hair blows in the wind. “They had to deal with what happened to my dad. I can’t put them through that again.”

You re-read the results, the only one that matters: Huntington’s disease—variant detected, mutation of the HTT gene. “You’re so young, Aegon. Aren’t you too young to have symptoms? When I was researching, it sounded like it usually starts around forty, and then people can live into their fifties or even their sixties.” That’s almost a normal lifespan! you have to stop yourself from blurting out. That’s thirty more years we could have together!

“A lot of the time, that’s how it goes,” he says. “But there’s this thing in genetics called anticipation.” And then you remember what you overheard Aemond saying when you found him in Aegon’s office a few days after the charity gala: Because you’re still pretty young, but with anticipation...

“Aegon, what’s anticipation?”

“It means that in each generation, the disease shows up earlier and gets more severe. In Huntington’s, that’s especially true when it’s inherited from the father. My dad had visible signs in his late-thirties, got diagnosed at forty-five, and died at fifty-five. I’ve had symptoms since my twenties.”

So how many years does he have left? you think with horror. Five? Ten? And most of them will be bad. “Is that why you left acting?”

Aegon nods, looking out over the waves. “Every time I forgot a line or tripped over a step or something, I’d think it was proof that I had the gene, and it would send me into a spiral. And then because I was so nervous...fuck it, because I was so scared...I would make more mistakes, and get more panicked, and I just couldn’t deal with the...the emotional rollercoaster, I guess. So I got an office in Elysian Park far away from my family and all their industry friends, and I found an assistant I liked, and I met Becca...and I got everything lined up so if...” He shakes his head. “So when the time came, I could slip away without any drama or unnecessary pain for my family.”

“But you’re still mostly okay. You don’t have to leave Los Angeles yet.” You don’t have to abandon me yet. “I can drive you places. I can remember things for you. I don’t mind.”

Aegon gives you a sad, patient smile. “By the time people with this disease get really bad, they stop being able to tell how far-gone they are. And they aren’t competent to make decisions, and they hurt the people who are trying to help them, and it’s not so easy to disappear anymore. I can’t wait around for my brain to get hollowed out enough that I have no good days left. I can’t wait around until you’re finally convinced it’s the right time. You’re always going to be looking for excuses to keep me here. You’ll always see glasses as half-full.”

You think of the countless YouTube videos you’ve watched of Huntington’s patients since that night in Silver Lake when you learned what killed Woody Guthrie—people struggling to walk, to speak, to swallow, to recognize their loved ones—and you break down in sobs, covering your face with your hands as tears flood down your cheeks, the rivulets turning cold as the ocean breeze skates over them. “I don’t want that to happen to you.”

“None of us get a choice, sunshine,” Aegon says gently, laying a palm on your shoulder.

“Am I a symptom?”

“What are you talking about?”

You take a tissue out of your purse and sniffle into it, too mortified to meet his eyes. “Impulsive decisions, poor judgment, erratic emotions. Those are all symptoms of Huntington’s. So is this thing between us...is what you have with me, is it just...just...?” Just your brain dying, just a mistake like punching a fan or wrecking a car or forgetting that I was born in the Year of the Dragon?

“No,” Aegon says. “No, this is real. And the way I feel about you isn’t how I feel about anybody else.”

“But all those other women—”

“I fucked around because life is short and I didn’t want to miss out on things. And I felt like...you know...there will be a day when I’m never going to be able to have sex again. Just like there will be a day when I can never drive again, or help a client get a job, or make it through a barbeque at my family’s beach house without acting insane, or collect stars in Super Mario 64. But you’re not some maladaptive coping mechanism. I don’t sleep with clients. I genuinely really, really like you, and you make me feel better about the world, and I want to be around you all the time. But I can’t do that without ruining your life, you know? So what the fuck am I supposed to do with everything I feel for you?”

His hand is still on your shoulder, warm and safe and steady, and his oceanic blue eyes are resigned. You’re too late to change his mind. You’ve been too late since he watched Viserys crawl towards the grave over the span of a decade. “I would take care of you,” you tell Aegon, something you’ve offered before, and you mean this no matter how irrational he believes it to be.

“You’ll be sad for a while,” he says. “But then you’ll get busy with more roles and the promo tour for your movie, and you’ll have a nice normal boyfriend—maybe that Jace guy—and you’ll forget about me. And you can be an actress and have healthy kids and stay here in Los Angeles forever. You’ll have everything you ever wanted.”

Not everything, you think. Not you. “Why did you invited me to your wedding? It’s actually a really messed up thing to do. I’m supposed to celebrate you marrying Becca? Toast champagne and dance on the beach and eat hors d’oeuvres and then fly back here like nothing’s wrong?”

Aegon sighs and lies flat on the sand, lets the hot midday sun beat down on him, takes his black aviator sunglasses out of his jeans pocket and slides them on. “I invited you because my wedding is supposed to be the happiest day of my life, and I want all my favorite people there. And you are definitely one of my favorite people.”

You frown at the wave crests, glittering with daylight. “I can’t go to Turks and Caicos.”

“Why not?”

“Because Becca threatened to break my leg.”

Aegon bursts out laughing. “She what?!”

“She said she would push me down the stairs so I’d break my leg and wouldn’t be able to do any acting for months until it healed.”

He’s cackling. Circumstances aside, it’s nice to see him smile again. “Ignore her. She’s not serious. She tells everyone that.”

“She threatens all your mistresses with bodily harm?”

Aegon shrugs. “Her playbook is limited.”

You debate whether to tell him something, then decide this isn’t the day for secrets. “She pushed me outside your office one time. I fell over. That’s how I sprained my ankle.”

“Fuck, really?” Aegon says, peering up at you from the sand. Deep troubled grooves appear in his forehead, glistening with Coppertone Sport. “I’m so sorry. That should never have happened. I’ll talk to her.”

“I’m sure that’ll go well.”

“She’ll listen to me,” Aegon insists. “She’ll cave. She always does.”

You look at him, accusing, certain. “You don’t love her.”

“I couldn’t marry her if I did,” he says casually. “But she chose this. She could call it off anytime she wanted, but she won’t. I’ll go home tonight and find out she’s bought twenty books on nursing from Amazon. And it’s not forever. I’m a curse, not a life sentence. My clock is ticking down a lot faster than everyone else’s.”

What if I want that time with you? you think helplessly. What if I love you?

Aegon pushes his sunglasses up into his hair so he can study you with no obstructions, so there’s nowhere to hide. “The wedding might be your last chance to see me, you know?”

“Right,” you say, listening to the shrieks of circling California gulls and the dull primordial rumble of the ocean, a beast that swallows sunlight, a titan with no lifespan.

As you take the 1 southeast back towards Downtown, Elysian Park, Harbor Gateway, Aegon tells you to stop at the Getty Villa Museum. You don’t argue; you don’t want to go home yet either. You don’t want to lose a second of the time you have left with him.

There is an extensive collection of ancient Greek and Roman art, gods, goddesses, heroes, monsters, coins, weapons, magic. Here is an altar carved with the myth of Adonis, here is a horse made of oxidized bronze, here is a Breccia marble fertility goddess whose name no one remembers, here is a bust of Caligula, the emperor who went mad. You pause to admire a statue of Medusa, snakes instead of hair and a face twisted with wrath.

“Don’t look, she’ll turn you to stone,” Aegon whispers as he covers your eyes with gentle, feather-light hands. “That’s the last thing you need. Another curse.”

[berylcups]

La Squadra x Reader - How they act when they get a crush 💕

CW: dirty internet search history, gossip, wound mention

Notes: Hey~ I’m finally back making content! I’m probably not gonna make them as frequently as I used to but that’s because I want to really focus on quality. I missed yall! I hope this one works out well! I hope you have a happy Valentine day weekend 💜 even if you’re single like me, at least you can be delulu like me and pretend that you’re in a committed relationship with one of these guys! Enjoy- 💜 Beryl

Risotto

He’s emotionally stunted but he feels a strong connection to you. He tries his damn hardest to get in your good graces just so he can be in your thoughts for at least a second. So he tries to get your attention any time he can.

“Y/N…Can I get your thoughts on this? Who do you think would be a good fit for this target? You have a good sense on the men’s abilities and how compatible they are together.” He guided you to his chair and looked over the information on his laptop.

“Hmm… I think Pesci and Formaggio might be best for this mission. With how laidback he is he probably would keep Pesci from getting nervous and botching the mission. I also think Pesci would be a good distraction while Formaggio sneaks up and...” You explained.

“That’s a very good idea. I think I will try your idea. Even if the target is a stand user, they’re both crafty enough to get the job done and get out in one piece.” He calmly praised your suggestion.

In addition to seeking out your advice, he would show some slight favoritism. He’d make sure you’d have a spot at the couch or get an extra seat for you, open the door for you, hold the umbrella when your both walking when it rains… he’s subtle, but it should be obvious to even the most oblivious teammate that he’s fallen for them.

Also…if you have a keen eye, you might see an appearance from Metallica themselves. If you get a knick when shaving, or accidentally cut yourself while prepping food, you might see them show up in your wound trying to sew you back up. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt ❤️

Formaggio

This guy tries to make an effort to get to know you once he has a crush on you. He’ll stop using meaningless pet names and call you by your real name.

“It’s Y/N right? Why don’t you come over and sit with us? There���s a beer with your name on it! You gotta tell the guys how you got rid of that target, it’s hilarious!”

He uses your name and learns what your favorite drinks and songs are but what doesn’t change are the cheesy pick up lines. That’s his bread and butter, he’s very transparent with how he feels about you!

“Did it hurt?” He asked slyly.

“Did what hurt Maggio?” You raised your eyebrow in confusion.

“Y’know—did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” He purred.

“Pfft—stop. Not again with the shitty pick ups!” You giggled.

Illuso

When he realizes he likes you he stops teasing you… maliciously. He still going to tease because he refuses to address his own feelings but he slowly opens up…through his teasing.

“Aww poor Y/N, still so tired? Didn’t get enough sleep? Well luckily for you I took the liberty of getting you vitamin B12 supplements and your favorite energy drink. I’m not such a bad guy aren’t I?” He said smugly, pushing the items in your arms.

“Thank you..?” You aren’t sure if he’s being nice or being rude but he gave you exactly what you needed. Is this how he teases you now?

He also will gossip with you to try to get a little closer to you. “Keep it between us but… I took a look at Pesci’s internet history. You’ll never guess what the little sicko looked up.” He whispered in you ear as you both looked at him being berated by Prosciutto. “He’s into ________ and ________ with ________.” He snickered in your ear.

“Ugh.” You grimaced and hit Illusos shoulder. “You ruined my entire image of the boy! …you’d think he’d know how to clear his browser history.” You whispered back.

Pesci

You think he would get nervous once he realizes he likes you but surprisingly he doesn’t. Not when he seeks his big bro for guidance. He does whatever he can to show off his talents to you! Regardless of your size he’ll pick you up and carry you during missions and do tricks with Beachboy to show how he can take out 2 targets at once.

He’ll even be eager to help you out with tasks that take some extra strength. It was your turn to vacuum clean the base.(lucky you) thankfully, Pesci was around and happy to help.

“Hey Y/N! Watch this!” He excitedly picked up the couch with one arm.

“Jesus Pesci! That’s amazing! But use both hands please. I don’t want to have to explain to Risotto why there’s a huge hole in the wall in case you lose grip on it.” You slightly panicked as you quickly swept the area where the couch was.

“Don’t worry, if anything happens I’ll take the blame for it.” He reassured you. “I’m used to get getting yelled out by big bro.” He lightly joked as he put the couch down.

“Now time to get the cobwebs off the ceiling…” you barely had time to finish your sentence before you felt a big pair of arms around you pick you up and bring you close enough to the ceiling. “Pesci~” you whined. “ I don’t need help with everything~”

“I know. But I want to.” He beamed.

Prosciutto

Regardless whether he has feelings for you or not it’s a little hard to tell with the way he treats you. He goes from scolding you for doing something he deems dangerous or tells you how he thinks you should do something. He does this because he cares and wants the best for you! The only way you can tell he feels soft on you is that he’s a little bit gentler when he’s giving you a speech.

“Look Y/N… I don’t want to come off as harsh but you NEED to stop staying up so damn late. I can tell you aren’t getting enough sleep because you are getting dark circles under your eyes and you are yawning all the time. We need to make some changes.” He began.

“Aww come on… you know I hate going to bed early.” You whined.

“Hey…no whining. This is for your health. And you have such a pretty/attractive face, we don’t want it to be sullied by those dark circles. So from now on, you’re going to go by my schedule and I’m going to supervise you on missions…and…” it went through one ear and out the other as you stared into those big intense blue eyes of his.

“Oh ok…” you muttered, still hypnotized by his eyes.

“Great! Now repeat back everything I said.” He said pleased.

“Uh…um…”

“Sigh…god damn it Y/N.” His rare smile turned into a disappointed frown.

Melone

Mel is still a perv but when he realizes he genuinely loves you he actively tries to treat you respectfully. He actually looks you in the eyes when you have conversations and they don’t drift down to your chest/crotch.

“Ah, sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to look at you that way. But you are wearing a nice shirt. Is that (brand name)?” He asked bashfully.

“It’s okay Mel. You’ve been doing such a good job with the staring problem. A passing glance to look at my clothes isn’t a crime. Yeah, it is (brand name). I’m surprised you noticed.”

“I’ve been paying attention to your fashion tastes and seeing how they relate to your horoscope… and according to my findings it’s on point! To further test my theory, I want to go clothes shopping with you. Actual clothes shopping…”

Ghiaccio

When he starts developing feelings for you and wants to win you over he tries his hardest not to yell in your presence or at you if you mess a word up.

“This mission will be easy as pie!” You said confidently forgetting that Ghiaccio hated those meaningless idioms. “Oh shit-sorry Ghia ignore that please.”

“No no it’s okay. I’m not mad. But you know I never did understand that saying…” he pondered. “What does easy as pie even mean? Is it because it’s easy to eat desserts?”

This caused you to really think hard about the things you and others say on a daily basis. “Yeah… that’s actually a good question. I guess so, dessert is easy to eat because it’s tasty.”

“Hmm maybe to most people but I take resentment to that saying. I’m not a fan of sweets. So easy as pie isn’t easy for me. It would be as easy as arrabbiata for me personally.” He said.

“I don’t think easy as arrabbiata rolls off the tongue as easily as pie.” You giggled.

“Ok…Now I do have a problem with that idiom. What the hell rolls off a tongue?”

[astrologylunadream]

What They Fantasize Doing With You🕹💋⛓ [SPICY] (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hey it's Lunadream♥️ This is gonna to be a reading on the things your person fantasizes doing with you😏♨️ hope you find your message💋

(This one gets spicy🔥 Darker themes included.)

Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think of the your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~��️🔥

Pile 1👠

Pile 2🖤

Pile 3🗣

Pile 4🍷

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> 😘🔥♥️

Pile 1👠

Sign energy: Naive, First love, Vent, Yin, Heat, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Moon, Neptune, Aries, 👈😳⬜💜

💋Your person's energy: Ahh my pile 1's person is so magnetic and intense, I sense you guys have a strong attraction to your person because like they're so gorgeous omg😍♥️ Scorpio, Sagittarius, Cancer, Pisces and Aries is prominent placements in their chart. Omg my pile 1's your person is very hot, but also soft in some ways. I'm getting some emotional energy from your person, they may have a lot of negative feelings they want to let off their chest.😥 Deep and passionate individual, they feel so much and so fast. For some of you this person may be your first love or vice versa, I feel like one of you fell in love very fast with the other and the feelings only grew from there🖤 I feel like your person is pretends to be unaware of how suggestive or naughty they act, but OMG know very well what they're doing😭😈 Also they could have muscles/toned body or have a lot of endurance (for whatever reason🙄❗) They fantasize often and have a big heart. Definitely giving off siren vibes, they could often wear black or like that color. My pile 1's can't deny this person is attractive, like they pull you in deep. They make you blush, and overheat.🥵♨️ Purple or white may be significant to your person. I'm getting they are the yin to your yang kind of thing, the darkness to your light.☯🖤

🕹What they fantasize doing with you: Fishing, Community, Praise, Mine, Compulsive, Leo, 1st house, Aries, Chiron, Vertex, 🦂😩🤫👢 Okay okay okay physical thoughts of you rn.🥵🧤♨️ They want your attention and praise omg like they imagine you telling them they did good or complimenting them ahh this is something they really want❤ Also I just saw they imagine showing you off to their circle of friends/coworkers/ect. Like showing you to them. They fantasize about calling you theirs, and taking you for themselves. But also!! They definitely have some dark thoughts of my pile 1's though, like physical desires. They often fantasize of your back, shoulders and hair, they honestly fetishize your whole body tbh.💋 They imagine touching you nonstop, and making you saying their name. They wanna be rough with you but also heal you at the same time🥺 They really imagine dominating and also getting you on your back OML.🥵🔥 Also I feel like they fantasize stepping on you or you stepping on them haha, definitely making you submit to them or getting your praise. I'm also getting that your person is hooked on these imagines of you, like they have these thoughts compulsively like they just come out.😳 WTF pile 1 your person is so naughty for you?!?? They imagine the thought of you loudly praising them while they make you theirs, holding you down and going hard on you.🥵🥵😈

📮Messages from your person: I'm holding back, I'll support for you, I want to sweep you off your feet, Do you want to? I care about you, I want to surprise you, I didn't used to feel this way, You're too hot to be sad. (Awww🥺❤) Extra cards: Class, Fine, Release, Skin, Date

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!♥️

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the heels emoji~👠 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🔥

Pile 2🖤

Sign energy: Blind, Stomach, Relationship, Child, Heard, Moon, 7th house, Sagittarius, 5th house, Eros, 🛩🔧🧽☔

💋Your person's energy: Your person is giving such fun and spontaneous energy, they like to be wild🐅 They may be less aware of others emotions because they aren't very serious, but one thing that makes them very nervous is commitment. The type to rather have a quick fling because they are scared of being in a long-term relationship with someone.🙊 They can be a little immature I'm hearing, but they just prefer adventure and freedom in life.✈ They could be from abroad or like to travel, this could be someone you aren't ready to commit to because you aren't sure they are ready for it.🚫💍 They seem a little flighty, because they are indecisive. Some of you this person is a technician or fixes things, perhaps their love life needs fixing. I feel like they are a very horny person, looking for a good time not a serious commitment. They have a youthful energy about them despite their age, very curious and bright still. The type to be in a friends with benefits type of situation.🤪 They have dated around I'm hearing, they are still exploring through all the potential romantic options. They are experimenting and seeing what sticks, also they may be a very flirtatious person.🍒🔥

🕹What they fantasize doing with you: Romance, Dare, Secret admirer, Top, Insanity, 5th house, Vertex, 8th house, 6th house, Leo, ♓🩰🌪⛪ Omg they wanna be in control of you especially with intimacy👅💦 Like they are so wild they just want to crawl on top of you and have some wild fun😭😭 Your person imagines all sorts of stuff with you, like wild naughty things. Kneeling on you and doing it over and over, owning you good⚠️🥵 You make them crazy and they like it, they want it to be risky and unforgettable. Your person sees an opportunity for naughty mischief with you, and they can't say no to those things. These thoughts of you may be very secret or remain a mystery, you will find out the closer you get😗 They want to tie your feet together wtf and make you high from their acts I mean an outer body experience😳 Making you forget who you are, they want to do things that give you chills. They want to dare you to do all sorts of crazy stuff with them, risky things. Your person imagines going on wild dates with you, they really wanna be admired. My pile 2's your person imagines some unholy things with you👿 They fantasize of pleasurable experiences with you, flirting and teasing.😝 They wouldn't mind to thrill you in bed if they could.🛏💋

📮Messages from your person: I hate seeing you like this, There's distance between us, If I can't have you, I can't help myself, I would let you, You can't control yourself, I can't believe it, You're wrong (My oh my🥵🔥) Extra cards: Hug from behind, Unseen, Open, Performance, Nightmare

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!♥️

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the black heart emoji~🖤 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🔥

Pile 3🗣

Sign energy: Seduction, Trip, Capricorn, Swan, Gifts, Mercury, Earth, 1st house, Eros, Aquarius, 🤯⬛🪐🦅

💋Your person's energy: Ahh such hot energy in here, your person is really attractive especially their mind😫🖤 I can literally see pile 3 tripping over when they see them, like this person is so magnetic and their body language draws you in. You are in awe of this person, the way they look and speak. Omg and their silent gaze is so haunting for you😝👀 Your person is seductive and intelligent, lol they physically turn you on. They could be a Capricorn rising or saturnian, they pack quite the package too I'm hearing😏🙊 Black is so their color, they just look so classy and gorgeous in it.🖤 For some of my pile 4's this person may be in business or take business trips often, also I'm seeing they may dress in funeral attire and travel to those events recently. They are so elegant and hot omg😭 Definitely remind me of an eagle, like they could sweep you off your feet. This person speaks so well especially in large groups/online, like they are so savvy and quick witted.💬💫 Darker hair possibly, I can't stop imagining this person in a suit LMAO😂😂 They could be very well off or give gifts often to people. Very mature vibes to your person, they could be older or act that way.💅

🕹What they fantasize doing with you: Perfectionist, The little mermaid, Bend, Boy, Society, Gemini, Aries, Chiron, Water, Moon, 🦋👑🌇🌙 Ahh okay😍 So your person imagines winning you a bit, they want to be the lead interest for you. Also they sort of want to control your emotions, and they imagine bending you to their will (metaphor or not🥵). They want to change you in a positive direction, and shift your focus on what really matters. They fantasize making you submit to them and do anything for them that's just what they imagine of you. I think your person expects a lot from you, also some you might have Gemini placements It just sort of came out. Thoughts of dominating you come to your person's mind, moving your body with their hands (like not even letting you move yourself🥵🧤) Omg they are kinda naughty ngl😰 They have some really aggresive fantasies of you like they aren't the type to act on them but like still it's there.💭 They also may think of ways to be their best self for you, like they put a lot of pressure on themselves. I feel like they have a standard set to live up to, it could be from society or what is expected of them by people around them. They want to rule your body I'm hearing🥵🥵 They see you as someone moldable to them and it is very tempting, they fantasize doing as they please with you♨️⛓

📮Messages from your person: Why so serious? I've heard others talk about you, I can't handle it, I don't want to decieve you, It's not my problem, No one loves me like you do, You're so talented, When you look at me (Haha my pile 3's your person has it good for you, they love the way you look at them😍) Extra cards: Beach, One of a kind, Fancy, Practice, Alien (Ohh they wish they could do some things on the beach with you too.🏖🥵😈🩱💦

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!♥️

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the speaking emoji~🗣 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🔥

Pile 4🍷

Sign energy: Easy, Insanity, Hidden, Meaning, Ability, South node, Fire, Earth, Saturn, Sun, 🦴👫🦊🚫

💋Your person's energy: Okay so your person is very well kept and organized I'm hearing, they could be mentally well organized as well like their thoughts are all sorted out.😌💭 They could be someone from your past, maybe they inspire you in some ways. Saturn-Sun aspects in their chart. They have a side to them they keep tucked away, a wilder side so to speak.🔥 My pile 4's your person could be very sneaky or methodical not necessarily in a bad way, I just think they are very analytical. You or them could feel like the other drives you crazy, but hide it. Earth placements. Their bones are noticable, may have strong bone structure, I'm hearing they aren't very moldable and more so stuck in their ways. You can't exactly waver them, they have to make a decision on their own. Saturnian vibes💫 I am seeing for a small percent in this pile may be in a relationship with this person, I mean like I dating. Your person analyzes everything you do, tries to figure you out. They are great at puzzles I'm hearing🧩 Some of you don't know this person or are hidden from them in some way. Your person is good at a lot of things too (I mean they have many abilities🥵🛏)

🕹What they fantasize doing with you: Restaurant, Telepathy, Waist, Hug from behind, Innovation, Leo, Pisces, 11th house, Moon, Jupiter, 🎪🏚❄⛈ Ahh okay🙈 So your person has a lot of cure fantasies about you, others are much more intense😳 They want to hug you aww and also pull you close to them, like grab your waist and hold you to their chest.😍❤ So romantic my pile 4's!! They imagine showing off to you, I mean like putting on a grand show for you🥴👑 ripping their shirt off or yours, haha they just want a load of fun.🚀 Also this is crazy like your person thinks about getting their fill of your 🍑 like wow😰😰 They fantasize your lower half so much like they're addicted to it, oml and grabbing you there? They imagine doing that too😈😈 They want to be a freak for you, and imagine themselves doing anything you ask them to. They want a LOT of attention from you, also connecting on a deeper level. Your person wishes they could read your mind, so they would know exactly what pleases you🥵 Aww they want to make you feel loved and cared for too, they don't want my pile 4's to ever feel abandoned🥺❤ They definitely imagine holding you tight and enjoying every second with you in their arms. Such.sweet and hot relationship for my pile 4's!!

📮Messages from your person: I'm mad at you, Let the tables turn, Leave me out of it, I want to please you, Think happy thoughts, Give me attention, I'm addicted, Please don't hide your pain (Omg this all adds up how they feel about you my pile 4's!!😍) Extra cards: Competition, Punish, Surface, Vertex, Remedy

Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!♥️

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