#like they're nice and everything and know I need to get better

[batsybat91]

Hi! Love your writing. I was just wondering if u could write about the task force 141 boys taking care of a sick reader? I got sick thinks to a coworker. Its june and i am sicker than a dog according to my boyfriend.

Omg hello, I am also sick!! I think I also caught it at my job (unforgivable). Tbh, I was already going to write this to cope. Sorry that these are a little short! I kept falling asleep while I was writing them.

Johnny Soap MacTavish

"Hello, bonnie!" he shouts as he enters your home. "Where are ye, my precious angel?"

"Bedroom," you croak back. "Are you real this time?"

That's the question that sends alarm bells ringing in his head. He drops his shit by the door and rushes to your shared bedroom. There, under the covers and at least three other blankets, is the most pathetic sight he's ever seen. You have a bucket on the nightstand and a glass of water you haven't even sipped.

"Jaysus," he whispers, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. "You're burning up, lassie. That's got to be at least 40 degrees."

"I'm dying, Johnny. I have to be," you whimper, teeth chattering from your fever.

"Nae, ye ain't dyin'. Come on up," he murmurs, helping you sit up in bed. "We're going to take a nice lukewarm shower and break that fever, okay?"

Johnny gently scoops you up out of bed, undressing you and himself. You step into his arms, bones aching and weak. You can barely stand up in your sad state. Your boyfriend helps you into the shower, and you immediately yelp. "Johnny!"

"Aye, I know it probably feels freezing to ye," he murmurs, holding you against his chest - not much warmer than the shower. You clutch him like you're surviving the freezing waters of the Titanic crash.

"Johnny, I am going to-to-to die," you stammer. "Make it warm, please, I am begging."

"No, I can't," he murmurs against your wet hair. "When we get out, I will make you apple cider. And I'll lie in bed with ye until you can keep food down. I'll make chicken broth with ginger for you. And buy you cold fizzy drinks to help your throat."

When the torturous shower finally ends, he helps you get redressed in warm pajamas and tucks you into bed. Your fever is down by a little, which relieves him beyond belief. He refills your water cup with ice-cold water and brings it to you. "So thirsty," you shiver.

"Good girl," he murmurs. "We'll get ya feelin' better in no time."

Simon Ghost Riley

He has stayed home with you for two days now. Simon has never seen anyone so sick before. Your ears are hurting so bad that you've attempted to put ice packs over them to cool down. You're coughing and sneezing up a storm. A pile of tissues has collected on the nightstand, next to a wide array of cold medicines.

"Hey, baby," he whispers. "Medicine time."

You glare at him. "I hate it," you say between rattling breaths.

"But it'll make you feel better, luv," he replies, holding up a spoonful of suspicious-looking purple syrup. "Please? Open for me?"

You give him a look but open your mouth anyway. You barely manage to swallow the cough syrup without choking or gagging. "My eyes feel like they're on fire," you mumble.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. "I wish I could take away your pain."

"Just lie down next to me. That's all I need," you whisper. "Just you, Si."

He does as you ask, crawling into bed next to you. He won't ever admit this to the boys at work, but Simon curls up against your side and puts his head on your stomach. He stays there despite how hot your skin is.snd how fast your heart is beating. "You better feel better soon," he grumbles. "I miss my girl."

"I'm trying," you rasp. "I'm trying."

Captain John Price

He wakes up in the middle of the night to you rushing out of the bed. He hears the frantic sound of the toilet seat being lifted, followed immediately by vomiting. His heart sinks to his stomach, and he chases after you.

You - poor creature - are knelt in front of the toilet and expelling everything in your stomach. John holds your hair back with one hand, soothingly rubbing your back with the other.

When finally, all you have left are dry heaves, you collapse on the bathroom tile. "Sorry, John," you say, still shaking from the sheer force of your stomach ache.

He sits next to you, wincing a little when his skin touches cold tile floor. "Why are you sorry, sweetheart?"

"Because I'm gross and horrible," you whine, looking at him with a pathetic kicked puppy look.

"None of that, now," he scolds, bringing your head to rest on his shoulder. "I gotta take care of my woman. And don't you ever think anything different."

You nod solemnly. After a few moments of silence, you whisper, "I would rather break both my legs than ever have a stomach ache again."

That makes him chuckle. "It'll be over soon. I'll make you plain rice and buy you ginger ale. Does that sound good, luv?"

You nod again. "The best man ever to man," you declare, still clutching your stomach. "I love you, John."

"I love you, too," he whispers. "More than anything."

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Kyle finishes setting up the humidifier in your shared bedroom, putting it beside your bed and turning it to face you. You've been having such bad dry coughing fits that you occasionally gag in between coughs. It breaks his heart a little more each time.

"Um, do you want to watch a movie? Or do you want me to grab you something to eat?" Kyle offers sheepishly.

"Yes, my servant," you say, as sarcastically as you can manage. "Go forth and bring me a root beer to soothe my throat."

"Yes, my lady," he says with a dramatic bow. Moments later, he returns with a cold glass of root beer and a striped straw. "Is there anything else I may get Her Majesty?"

"Just you," you whisper, patting the bed beside you. "We can watch Disney cartoons until I fall asleep."

"That sounds good, love." He kisses your forehead. Kyle wiggles his way into the bed beside you, holding your shaking hand underneath the covers. As he pulls up your favorite movie, you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Thank you..." you rasp. "For taking such good care of me."

"Anything for you," he replies with another kiss to your head.

[oneinnocentprincess]

"It's ridiculous to think marriages last so long without honesty." She was very tempted to lie to him through this, but she's not even sure she would have even lasted that long. Either he would have spotted it early or she would just blurt out everything she was concealing from him. Honesty helped the sex feel far better than she had anticipated. "Are you going to be alright if I keep you up late with questions and conversation?" She decided to ask, because she is sure the second they're laying down it will be nothing but talk from her.

Eleanor was not sure how to react when he mentioned sleeping shirtless. She did enjoy the view and it was a rather nice feeling laying against his chest the past night. It still all was quite an adjustment and a thing to get used to. "That's fine." She could understand his reasons and felt he wouldn't have said it if they were not genuine. "The breeches...they cover your legs, correct? I know I probably sound like a nun right now...this all is just a lot to me still." Even thought she has seen him fully nude, and him the same for her. "I wear night gowns, obviously." She felt the need to say even if that was likely a given. "I go back and forth with my shorter sleeve ones and my long sleeve ones." She was planning to wear her long sleeved ones for tonight, to try and make up for last night.

"Oh but I do want you to undress me, if you do not mind." Eleanor was suddenly quick to say without hesitation. "It is really nice having another pair of hands in the bedroom to assist with getting all of these things untied and unbuttoned without having to call for someone." There were some conveniences she was finding with this arrangement that she was surprised no one had brought up to her before. "Wait, to clarify, I'd like you to only untie and unbutton anything I cannot reach well, I'd still like to step out into the bathroom to change." That sounded reasonable, didn't it? Maybe she could call for her help to assist her, but it would be so much quicker and easier to have him help for her.

Oscar listened with quiet attentiveness, letting Eleanor finish without interruption, even as her words stumbled over themselves in her efforts to be clear. He could see she was trying to balance honesty with consideration, trying not to offend while also holding her boundary. When she was done, he gave a small, thoughtful nod, taking a moment before replying—not out of uncertainty, but because he wanted to meet her sincerity with his own.

“You don’t owe me anything,” he said gently. “You’re already giving me something most marriages take years to find—your honesty, even when it’s hard. That’s more than enough. If you want space, I’ll give it. If you’d rather sleep beside me, even just to talk or feel less like strangers, you can. There’s no expectation—just what makes you feel safe.” He gave a faint, wry smile. “For the record, I’m a quiet sleeper. Don’t steal blankets. Mostly keep to my side of the bed.”

Then, with a more amused but still earnest tone, he added, “Though full disclosure—I usually sleep without a shirt. Not for scandalous reasons, I promise. Just... between the hearth and those wool blankets, it gets far too warm. I’ll be in sleep breeches, but if that bothers you, I’ll adjust. I want this to feel like something we’re building together, not something you’re just enduring.” He met her gaze, still calm, still steady. “I’ll be on my best behaviour. No unsolicited limbs, no snoring, no pressure.”

After a short pause, his voice gentled again. “Truly, whatever makes you most comfortable. Once we’re done with dinner, we’ll both get changed, separately of course—no tricks, I swear—and meet back in the bed like two very respectful roommates who occasionally hold hands during state functions.”

[lovejongseob]

Can I request an AU where Y/N and Seob break up but have a relapse, and Y/N ends up getting pregnant? She doesn't have the courage to tell him because they're no longer together and he's on tour, but she ends up telling him after a few months

Jongseob Secret Pregnancy AU

OH MY GOD LMAO ?? Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy !! also i give up on the format maybe ill fix it later but as of right now.. </3 suggestive but not rlly smut imo

Jongseob struggled with feeling inadequate in your relationship. He worried he couldn't give you the proper attention with his schedule, and couldn't stop wondering if he was holding you back. He'd express gently that it isn't that he doesn't like you, but he's scared he can't show it how you need, and is terrified you'll take it as a lack of his feelings.

He's still desperately in love with you, and is remaining friends with you if you let him. Jongseob was hoping you'd just find someone 'better', and forget about him as your lover, and continue to be close platonically. In theory, maybe, but in reality, it only made things all the more complicated.

You both hang out when you can, but there's a physical pain in your chest every time you're with him now. The alternative of not seeing each other again makes your heart drop, and you put up with the stagnant atmosphere that appears when you pretend you're just friends. It gets a little better as time passes, but for whatever reason, it also makes you feel worse about it all.

Its just too much, you're both trying to be friendly, but its impossible when you're so obviously into each other. Not to mention the stress of respective work and responsibilities, even just one form of relief would be nice. Jongseob threw out all his condoms after you broke up, and you haven't even considered anyone else. There's so much individual build up, and its always just been you two to help the other out.

Oftentimes, you'd wonder what you're even doing. Being this close to your ex-boyfriend, not moving when you accidentally brush against each other, looking into each others eyes for a little too long, letting the tension build, you knew it should've stopped a while ago, but neither of you could. It just felt natural, and you needed any sense of normalcy.

Both of you swear its just to blow off stress, a rushed in the moment thing, something you'd never have to talk about again. There are so many "We shouldn'ts" spoken, about how there's work you both need to do, how you're broken up, and how he doesn't have a condom. Nevertheless, its Jongseob, and you're you, a small part of you both always knew this was going to happen.

As soon as you realize your period is late, you take no time panicking. The pieces instantly click, and even though you're begging anything, anyone, to somehow explain it in a way that's not what you're thinking, deep down, you know. You cling onto hope while taking your second pregnancy test after the first was positive, but you know you can't keep going on like this.

You refused to tell Jongseob, no matter what. He wasn't lying about the work, with him going back on tour, and dedicating himself to his art, there wasn't a chance. You never really understood why Jongseob broke up with you before, but with your heart sinking lower than it ever has, you think you're starting to realize.

Even for the limited contact you have while he's on tour, Jongseob can tell you're being distant. He's genuinely concerned about you, you seem uncomfortable around him in a way he's never seen before, and you appear more fatigued. He truly believes he fucked everything up that night, maybe he said something wrong, you got bored of being friends, or what if this is just you moving on ?

You tried getting along by yourself, only telling and allowing help from a few select friends and family. But things just kept getting more sporadic, you couldn't have predicted experiencing any of this, you're so exhausted, you feel sick, and honestly.. You've been missing Jongseob for a really long time now, and pregnancy has done nothing to sway this feeling. Eventually, you start to wonder if he should at least know about this.

Jongseob is genuinely shocked. He's not mad you didn't tell him, but he really thought you would've, so he didn't seriously consider pregnancy. Once it wears off, and it quickly does, because, in hindsight, it all made a lot of sense, he's nothing but happy. You figured the conversation would be awkward, but for the first time in forever, you and Jongseob are being yourselves with each other. He's so excited to see you as a parent, and is literally dreaming about life with your child.

He still worries about the original issues he had, but he has you back now, and can't even think about losing you again. And with a baby on the way, he won't let himself get overly anxious when you both need him. He'll be honest about his nervousness, but he's careful not to make you stressed about it. Prioritizes your mental and physical health, and promises never to leave you again.

you had me stressed writing this. roller-coaster. ended up having fun but I've had too many pregnancy scares to not be on edge. lowk want to write extra breakup sex hcs because ive just figured out its the perfect amount of complicated. but keep the baby AWAY. IM SORRY. but AWAY. i really want you to request again because I'm so interested in what else goes on in your head. thank you so much for requesting, i hope you enjoy !!

[buttercupshands]

My emotionally immature ass still doesn't understand a thing of how people can pity characters

Not like I don't try to understand it! I just... Can't? Understand that??? At all???

Like why would you pity a character for their sad backstory or whatever, and poof suddenly a character is pitiful as hell, and suddenly they're understandable because a person can call them a wet kitten under their care

And that's something I can't do for some reason

And again, not like I didn't *try*, it's just a thing I can't understand at any capacity other than 'some people do that to show their affection of that character, that's their way of caring

Granted talking to more people makes you understand them better! Doesn't help much! But it's something!!

[titaneus]

Tania nodded when he asked if it was seasonal. "Yeah. It starts up in the spring and gets worse until the height of summer before slowly fading until it get's to fall when it starts to quiet down. It's like an intrusive thought that blocks out everything else around me. It's usually loud about feelings and desires. Like a verbalized instinct shouting in my head." The blonde could only hope what she was saying made a modicum of sense to the hollow, cause honestly she still wasn't sure how to describe it.

"Oh so that was you? No wonder it felt so different from Ichigo's." That would explain it. And it also explains why it felt similar, he was a hollow so of course it would feel similar to the voice inside her. Though it definitely wasn't sentient like him. It was like an empty shell that amplified her feelings and desires.

"He did? Oh I'm so happy to hear it! I'll have to bring him a little house warming gift once he settles in." She was a little jealous, the apartment she showed him was really nice and would have all the space and amenities he needed. If she could afford it she would have definitely moved into that space herself, but being a school nurse had a limited budget and if she was going to save up money it would be to buy her own space that she fully owned. "I'm proud of him, but I hope once he finishes with school he'll be able to make more time for himself. He's being worked to the bone I bet."

She couldn't hide the face she made when he brought up the Soul Society running the ginger ragged. Really couldn't they employ their own Shinigami to watch over Karakura? They rely on him way too much. "They need to learn how to do the job themselves instead of relying on him all the time. They're lucky he's such a good kid. Or they would have long since died off without him."

As he listed her options she mulled it over a bit. Hat n clogs... Ah he must mean the man who ran the Urahara shop where she got sweets. She knew him vaguely but if he wasn't someone who went through hollowification specifically it might be hard to fully understand what's going on with her without extended studying. And she wasn't sure about an Arrancar, she didn't really know any so she wasn't sure if she was willing to trust a stranger with the process. When he offered himself a someone who might be able to help her head perks up. He was offering?

"Absolutely not, I want nothing to do with the Soul Society. They're full of hypocrites and some of them freak me out." Like this 'Mayuri' for example, if Shiro thought that guy was a freak when he was strange himself then there was absolutely no way she was even going to consider it.

"If—If it's ok would you be willing to help me? With you being a hollow you might be able to piece things better than most. And I'd feel a little better if someone similar experiences were helping me."

"If ya do have a hollow ya might have visions or somethin'. I know King had some weird dreams before he met me th' first time." That and as he gained more power Ichigo had some nightmares. Or he heard his voice, at least. He'd never actually asked the redhead how that went. It was better since they had a more amicable relationship now.

"Seasonal effect... is it louder durin' th' warmer months, like th' middle of spring to th' beginnin' of fall?" The more he learned about it the better he'd be able to help her. That was, if he could help her. He wanted to if she'd allow him to.

She'd felt Ichigo's mask, which meant she felt HIS Reiatsu, actually, that gave him an idea. "Hang on, ya started puttin' pieces together cause King used his mask, yeah? Means ya felt my Reiatsu." His Reiatsu and Ichigo's were completely different. Ichigo's was gold and Shiro's was red and black.

"Yeah, Ichigo misses ya. He's been busy studyin' an' all that recently, gettin' some kinda degree fer himself. It's in writin' an' he's doin' a smaller one in translatin' so he can have a small side job that pays well." Ichigo was doing a lot but he wasn't as busy now that he graduated from university though. He'd have time to see Tania if she wanted to see him. "He just moved into that apartment ya showed him."

Yes, he'd been awake when she was helping Ichigo look at apartments. "He's been gettin' run around by th' Soul Society though despite th' fact that he's not even part of 'em." He growled part of that out. He redhead needed time to have a life how was he supposed to date anyone when he's always busy?

"Hat n clogs might be a good choice if ya don't mind that he's an eccentric scientist. He's th' one who helped King train fer a while there. Only other options would be... an Arrancar, or maybe me." None of them were affiliated with the Soul Society. Kisuke wasn't despite being a Shinigami. At least she knew she had options and none of them would sell her out to the Soul Society. "Ya don't want th' Soul Society sniffin' ya out, Mayuri is a freak an' a half an' he'd wanna do all kindsa tests and stuff ta ya."

[drafthorsemath]

Okay here we go @eclec-tech and @heyclickadee

Any eating utensil preferences? Spoons. I'm also getting better with chopsticks.

Any genre of music you love? More than one. I'm partial to classical and baroque music, but I also love Peyton Parrish's take on Disney classics.

A type of seasoning/condiment that would make anything edible for you: I'm a bit of a picky eater, so I don't think a particular seasoning could save certain things for me. Still, I'm partial to cinnamon.

Pens or pencils: Since I spent so much time doing math and in math they want you to do everything in pencil, I got used to pencils.

What’s your weirdest/most interesting hobby: I make puppets that look like Star Wars characters.

If you had to get rid of one color entirely, what would it be: Even colors I don't like on their own have their place. That kind of gross brown-green? That shows up in the woods, on fallen trees and moss. So I wouldn't get rid of any of them.

Any allergies: Mold.

Favorite fictional character: I cannot be expected to pick just one.

Favorite real person you don’t personally know: If I don't know them, how can I be sure they're a favorite? Umm, I'll say Temuera Morrison. He seems cool.

How many alarms do you set: One, but I usually wake up before it.

Do you have any pets? Do you want some? Yes, a horse (Hudson) and a dog (Phil)

Favorite drink, alcoholic or non: Black tea. Especially black raspberry tea. Iced on its own or hot with a little milk.

Favorite smell: Pine trees and oakmoss

Favorite shoes: Ones that fit my weird feet. My paddock boots are pretty nice and I feel confident in them.

How do you feel about bugs and spiders: I am glad they exist, but would not want one as a pet.

Outdoors or indoors: What's the weather like?

Sunny or rainy? I love the sound of rain, but if it only rained I wouldn't be able to do some of the things I want to.

Where would you like to visit? Would you move there? I miss my friends across the country. I wish we had high speed rail so we could more easily see each other. I would consider moving to some of the places, but not others.

Are you a people person? I try to be more patient with people than I used to, but a people person? Depends on the people. I don't open up to everyone and need a series of green lights before I feel comfortable.

At what temperature do you keep your home (or would if you could)? My husband keeps it at 67 F. My thyroid prefers it a little warmer, but I can always add more layers.

NPT: anyone who wants to

Yet Another Tag Game

I feel like most of the "get to know you" games use similar questions, so I wanted to try something new and a little weirder. You know how it works 😉. Just answer the questions in a new post and tag anyone else you want to play! 🙂

Thanks for throwing a tag my way, @returnofthepineapple 🩷

Any eating utensil preferences? Standard fork + knife, and plastic spoons (unless metal is unavoidable). There's something about the sound of metal spoons and dishware that sets my teeth on edge.

A genre of music you love? Uhhh, that's pretty cyclical. I think a majority of the music in my "favorites" list falls under pop/pop rock?

A type of seasoning condiment that would make anything edible for you? By and large that would be salt. #lowirongang

Pens or pencils? You're gonna make me pit two bad bitches against each other? :'( I love my ballpoints and mechanical pencils equally!

What's your weirdest/most interesting hobby? Making people believe I'm knitting when I'm crocheting. Or watercolors.

If you had to get rid of one color entirely, what would it be? Any choice would have devastating consequences for life and art as we know it, don't torment me with that kind of thought exercise.

Any allergies? None that I'm aware of!

Favorite fictional character? At this very moment with Star Wars? Commander Fox. Outside of SW it'd be Arthur Morgan from RDR2.

Favorite real person that you don't personally know? Bob Ross. I mutually gushed about Ross and The Joy of Painting for almost ten minutes with an oil painter at the convention over the weekend lmao.

How many alarms do you have set? Five. Three for the morning -weekdays with separate Sat. and Sun. alarms. Two for feeding the cats.

Do you have any pets? Do you want some? Two little rascal cats! There's Sgt. Smudge - a 10yo tuxedo, and Clementine (nicknamed Clemmie) - a 1yo (female) orange tabby. I'll pay the pet tax at the bottom of the post.

Favorite drink, alcoholic or non? Dr. Pepper (or just anything with caffeine). I don't drink.

Favorite smell? Petrichor, old books and pine forests, to name a few.

Favorite shoes? Comfy tennis shoes.

How do you feel about bugs and spiders? Depends. Are they just vibing outside? Then I leave 'em be. If they find their way inside and I'm concerned they pose some kind of risk to my cats, then I'll take appropriate action.

Outdoors or indoors? Indoors. Unless we're going birdwatching, then I'm game!

Sunny or rainy? I love rainy weather, but it does not love me back. (I've developed migraines the last few times. 🥲)

Where would you really like to visit? Would you move there? Ireland, or somewhere with a lot of unique birds. Don't know how I'd feel about moving there lol.

Are you a people person? Introversion and severe anxiety (general and social) don't make for a fun combination, so I wouldn't say that I am. I desperately want to get to know people better but goddammit is that hard when you're extremely ND and have a history of relentless bullying due to the former.

At what temperature do you keep your home (or would if you could)? Whatever's gonna help me survive the never-ending Excessive Heat Warnings that come with living in the Southwest! :')

No Pressure Tags: @littlemissmanga @dreamie411 @eclec-tech @wings-and-beskar @orangez3st

Pet Tax:

[nobodybetterlookatme]

My mom told me the other day that it was gonna seem like I was trying to date my friend if I payed for her ticket to a show, so maybe you should try and pay for his food and that’ll indicate your intentions lol 😅

LMAO fuck maybe I could try that 😂

[nanamisgirly]

your dilf doesn't need 'perfect'　ྀི　

“w-wait—” you were panting, legs wrapped around his hips where dilf!nanami straddled you on the countertop. you pull back just as his mouth dragged open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

you don't remember how exactly you ended up there, how things turned from soft touches over dinner to a heavy make out session—tongue sliding between your lips, big hands pressing you against his chest. 

it's been months of holding back for both of you—resuming your relation to slow touches, soft kisses, and ‘no pressure sweetheart’ every time things started getting heavy. since you weren't experienced and kind of…scared, dilf!nanami suggested waiting til you're ready. and you've been grateful for it, even when you returned home some night aching and soaked from just making out with him.

and maybe all the courage you gathered to tug him in by his tie tonight and kiss him like you were desperate for it, had drained from your veins the moment you felt one of his hand sliding up your thigh and the other slipping under your shirt—hot, rough, calloused.

“did i go too far?” he asked, one hand still under your shirt, fingers hovering just under the band of your bra, not moving an inch. “it's okay. you don't need to explain. we can stop, sweetheart.” his lips were swollen—covered with spit. his eyes glassy and you could feel the weight of his cock pressing against your shorts.

“no—! no… i want to,” you blurted out too quickly, voice overlapping his, desperate not to be misunderstood. but even as you said it, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him in the eyes, so you turn your head, letting your hands rest on his broad shoulders as you continue, 

“it's just…” you exhaled, shame blooming fast in your chest. “i'm not confident about. . y'know.” you gesture vaguely toward your boobs. “they look nice in a bra and—uh…you've probably seen better. i know they look big in a bra, but they don't, well…stay up. they're soft, and…” your voice tightens. “i just…i've read things. about guys saying they were disappointed. or didn't want to even see them during the act, unless they were covered—” you laugh nervously, voice cracking. “it's so embarrassing. i-i didn't want you to see them and think—think they're…ugly.”

the silence that followed felt unbearable.

it only makes your anxiety grow and you feel so dumb for talking about it, maybe you should just have stopped and that's it…because nanami didn't move an inch since your little monologue, his honey eyes still trying to catch your gaze. 

your stomach drops. you start to shift trying to get off the counter, anything to escape mortification. “look, i'm sorry,” you say, heart pounding, eyes glassy. “i-i shouldn't have brought it up, i—umh—it's ok. i just thought that'd be nice to tell you before hand and huh…fuck i ruined everything didn't i?”

that's when you feel his hands coming to your hips, pinning you in place on the countertop. you gasp as he presses his cock against your core harder than ever—twitching with need.

when you looked up, his eyes had darkened. his brows were furrowed, jaw tight, emotion bleeding into every sharp line of his face. “that,” he said flatly, “is the stupidest fucking thing i've ever heard.”

your breath hitched.

“i'm��not a boy with a warped idea of what women are supposed to look like.” he leaned in, cupping your jaw to be sure your eyes stay locked onto his. “i'm a grown man. you think i'm painfully hard, grinding against you, shaking, because i'm waiting for something ‘perfect’? sweetheart, i'm here, aching because it's you. all of you that i want.”

his voice was low, frayed. barely holding together. “let me very clear, sweetheart, i'm going to lose my mind when i see them, i will drop to my knees and thank the gods for putting someone as sweet as you.”

your lips part, trying to breathe through the whirl of embarrassment and affection and…arousal.

“ken—”

“does this—” he rasped, grabbing your wrist and guiding your trembling fingers down to the thick, pulsing shape of his cock straining in his slacks, “feel like someone who's going to be disappointed?”

you whimpered, your smaller fingers squeezing his boner. 

“f-fuck…” he shuddered. “if you want to stop,” he breathed, forehead falling to your shoulder. “i'll stop. if you want to wait, we'll wait. another month. another year. i don't care. anything you want, for you to be comfortable.”

but his voice cracked at the end—like he was hanging by a thread. you felt it too, his body coiled tight, like a beast barely leashed.

“you're too nice, ken.” you say teary-eyed, half laughing, half melting.

“well, k-keep squeezing me like that and i'm afraid i won't be nice any longer.” he groaned, lip brushing your neck.

your thighs wrapped tighter around him. “you can take it off,”

his head snapped up. “you sure?” his gaze held yours as his fingers brushed the hem of your shirt again, and when you nodded, “arms up, sweets,” he said softly, and you obeyed.

when he tosses delicately your shirt to the side, skilled fingers quickly find your bra and unclip it, oh very so slowly.

when your bra hit the floor, everything held still. like the world paused long enough for nanami to lose his mind quietly. his eyes dragged up, heavy-lidded and wrecked. one big hand came up—trembling—cupping your breast with a war raging in his mind : should i worship or ruin them?

“sweets,” he breathed, thumbing over one of your nipple, “they're perfect. so fucking perfect i feel like i'm hallucinating.”

[astrolook]

Moon in the houses

Moon in the 1st House: Emotions? Yeah, I’m wearing them like a neon sign.

Mood Swings? Who Needs a Weather App? – One minute, you're on cloud nine, ready to conquer the world, and everyone around you is like, "Wow, you're so inspiring!" . The next minute, you're in a full-on emotional hurricane, and people are like, “Uh, is everything okay?” Yep, they can literally see the storm clouds forming.

You’re basically an emotional X-ray for anyone who needs to know how you're feeling. Super helpful in knowing exactly where you stand.

You have the perfect built-in therapist, your mom, who never asks for a copay and always responds with “I love you, sweetie.”

Moon in 1st gives you a youthful young face. If a man, could be a mama boy. On the flip side, mommy could be overbearing.

When you're happy, you radiate positivity like the sun itself. You make everyone around you feel like they’ve just had a shot of espresso… without the jitters. But when you're in a mood, watch out. It’s like the ocean’s about to swallow up the entire coast. You can go from zero to “I’m emotionally drowning, help!” in 0.3 seconds.

Moon in the 2nd House: The Emotional Shopping Spree - You feel things, and you buy things. Repeat.

When you're feeling happy, it’s like “treat yo' self” day, and suddenly you’ve got 14 new pairs of socks that totally spoke to you in the store. Feeling stressed? Well, it's probably time for a little retail therapy... because nothing says “I’m handling my feelings” like buying a $50 scented candle you’ll never use.

Impulsive purchases. When your emotions take a dive, so does your bank account. "I'm sad, I need a new purse."

When someone asks how you're feeling, your response might just be, "Well, I bought a new jacket, so I’m feeling fabulous."

Your Emotions Are Always on Sale. You're like, “You know what would make me feel even better? A cute new scarf!” Because nothing says “I’m emotionally balanced” like a $15 markdown.

You love investing in things that make you feel good—whether it’s a cozy home, a nice meal, or that perfectly curated playlist you bought (yep, it’s a thing). Your finances are tied to your emotional health like a carefully organized spreadsheet.

Moon in the 3rd House: The Over thinker's Hotline - You think, you feel, you text… then you overthink it all.

Your emotions are running wild and they need to talk. A LOT. Like, you’ll have a deep emotional moment and then immediately text your bestie about it, but also text your mom for a second opinion, and then maybe send a message to a group chat for a third—just to make sure everyone’s on the same emotional page.

You’re the Emotional Wi-Fi of your social circles—always transmitting and receiving feelings, whether anyone asked or not.

You overanalyze everything. Sent a text at 11:30 PM? Now you’re wondering if that emoji you used in your response was “too much.” Did they think you were crying in that voice message, or just, like, “really emotionally engaged”? You end up spiral-commenting under your own messages. "Wait, I wasn’t mad, I swear!" Cue overthinking every single word.

You’re emotionally open, but also maybe one text away from sending an entire novel about your mood swings. If you have a Moon in Aquarius in 3rd house, you are very much into conspiracy theories.

The overthinking is so strong, even Siri gets nervous. “Did I say that correctly? Does it sound too emotional? Let me try that again, Siri, do you think they’ll understand?"

Moon in the 4th House: Home is Where the Feelings Are - Your emotions? Oh, they're all cozy in your emotional fortress… with snacks.

If you're ever feeling down, you know exactly where to retreat: the couch, surrounded by blankets, a mountain of snacks, and probably a weirdly specific playlist of “emotional” songs you know no one else understands.

Your vibe says, "Come on in, let me feed you, and here’s a blanket!" You’re basically the human version of a warm cup of tea.

On the flip side, you can get way too attached to your personal space. Don’t even think about messing with your “comfort zone,” because that zone is sacred. You might find yourself overly attached to places, people, and objects in your home that just... feel right.

If someone says something you don’t like, you might retreat into your home and pretend to reorganize your kitchen for the next four hours. Not because it’s necessary... but because it’s emotionally satisfying.

If there’s food involved and your loved ones nearby, you’re ready for some serious heart-to-hearts.

Moon in the 5th House: The Drama Queen of Feelings - Life’s a stage, and you're always in the mood for a performance.

Your feelings take center stage like you’re auditioning for a Broadway show every single day. You’re all about self-expression, fun, and creating joy—because, let’s face it, life’s too short to not have an emotional karaoke session on a Tuesday night.

Moon in 5th bestows with a girl child. Of course, we need to check whether it is associated with any other planets.

Professions like actor or any artistic professions fits you. You can turn any situation into a joyous celebration and make even the most mundane things feel like a special event.

The flip side? When you're down, it's like the curtains close on the show, and you’re the star in a drama you didn’t sign up for. You may exaggerate your emotions a little (okay, a lot)—an offhand comment from a friend turns into a full-blown emotional musical number. Cue the tears, dramatic exits, and possibly a solo performance on why no one understands your very deep feelings.

You’re basically the person who gets emotionally invested in every movie, reality show, and Instagram post you see and also celebrities.

Moon in the 6th House: The Emotional Overachiever - Feelings? I’ll just organize them into a to-do list.

With the Moon in the 6th House, you take your emotions very seriously—like, spreadsheet-level seriously. You're not just feeling your feelings, you're tracking them, analyzing them, and organizing them with the same precision of a perfectly color-coded calendar.

Your home? Probably a Zen-like temple of organization. You could be a productivity guru and an emotional support animal all rolled into one.

You’re probably the person who compulsively checks your horoscope, wellness app, and to-do list while also making sure you're drinking enough water—because, yes, your emotional health must be on track.

Service - oriented professions.

Probably keeps a journal. Your motto - "Productivity meets therapy!"

Moon in the 7th House: Emotional Rollercoaster + Relationship Drama

You Have a PhD in Relationships – You analyze, you nurture, you feel. Basically, you’re the emotional therapist of every relationship/partnership you’re in.

Emotional Dependency? Yup, It's Real – Your partner's mood? It's now your mood. If they’re happy, you're on cloud nine. If they're sad, well, buckle up, emotional crash ahead!

You Can’t Just "Date" Someone—You Feel Them – It's never just a date night. It's a journey. You’ll be emotionally invested before the appetizers even arrive.

If your partner says, “I’m fine,” but their voice cracks, you’re immediately putting on your emotional detective hat. Something’s definitely wrong.

Your partner's mood shifts and you’re already planning a 5-step plan to emotionally heal them. Just call you “Dr. Love.”

Moon in the 8th House: The Emotional Detective with a Dark Twist

If emotions were a rollercoaster, you’d be the one flipping the safety bar off and screaming, "Let’s go faster!"

Family gatherings? More like family mysteries. You can feel the unspoken tension, and you’re practically Sherlock Holmes, trying to figure out what’s being left out. Every holiday dinner has a side of “What aren’t they telling me?"

When you lose your virginity, you could even hide it from your family.

Being vulnerable with you is like peeling an onion—layer after emotional layer until someone’s crying. Sometimes you overshare, sometimes you say, “I’m fine,” but everyone knows you’re not. You can’t help it.

You can turn pain into growth like a magical wizard. Hurt feelings? Great, now you’re ready for transformation. You take all that emotional mess and somehow turn it into deep wisdom—or a really great, tear-filled diary entry. Either way, it’s epic.

Moon in the 9th House: The Emotional Philosopher on a Soul-Searching Road Trip

Your emotions don’t stay local. You feel them on an international level, like, “Why am I feeling so deep right now? Is this about my past life in a distant land or because I watched a documentary on the Amazon?” Your emotions are basically the United Nations of your soul.

Family & Friends Talks Are Like TED Talks – When you try to explain your feelings to family/friends, it’s less “Hey, I’m upset” and more “Here’s a 45-minute monologue on the meaning of life, and also I read a book on existentialism last week.”

One minute you’re high on life, quoting philosophy, and the next, you’re googling “Why does everything feel so overwhelming?” You’ll go from thinking you’re a wise sage to wanting to crawl into bed and watch Netflix documentaries. Your moods are basically a journey, so pack your bags.

You can't just feel something—you need to analyze, interpret, and probably give it a name. "I feel anxious. Is this anxiety or is it just me tapping into the collective consciousness of humanity?

You’re an Emotional Nomad – You can’t sit still. Emotionally, you need to keep moving, exploring, learning, and growing. "Home? Well, I feel emotionally connected to 17 different places.

Moon in the 10th House: The Emotional CEO of Life

Your emotions are always on display like you’re giving a TED Talk about your deepest feelings.

You don’t just work; your career is an emotional journey. “Am I feeling fulfilled at work? If not, should I change my entire career path? Do I need a promotion to feel better about myself?!” Your job? Basically your emotional therapist, but with more PowerPoint presentations.

Public approval is your emotional fuel, and you’re like, “Did I mention I’m emotionally attached to other’s opinion of me?”

Your mood? It directly impacts your work ethic. When you’re emotionally stable, you’re like, “Let’s take over the world.” But when you're upset? You’re still working, but you’re crying in the break room, making dramatic phone calls to your loved ones.

You’re emotionally invested in how the world sees you. You need to be the best at everything, but emotionally—"Did I look too emotional during my presentation? Was my inner turmoil apparent?" It’s a lot of pressure to keep it all together, but hey, it’s worth the “likes”.

Moon in the 11th House: The Emotional Social Butterfly Who Forgets Why They Came to the Party!

People love your warm, nurturing energy, and your squad is basically a second family. Just be careful—you might adopt every stray friend like a lost puppy. You could even get in trouble for helping your friend.

One day, you're the life of the party, the next, you’re ghosting everyone because feelings. People around you should have learned to just roll with it.

If you are feeling bad, you might turn to strangers online for some emotional support.

You’re energized by like-minded people and might thrive in large social circles, community work, or even fan clubs (yes, you might cry over your favorite celebrity’s life updates).

You might bend over backward to fit into a group, even if it means suppressing your own needs. That’s right—you RSVP to events you know you don’t want to go to, then regret it immediately.

Moon in the 12th House: The Emotional Mystic Who Feels Everything & Nothing at Once

congratulations—you’ve unlocked "Feelings: Hardcore Mode." Your emotions live in the deep, mysterious waters of the subconscious, making you an intuitive, dreamy, and sometimes tragically misunderstood soul. You might love solitude but also feel unbearably lonely, sense energies others miss, and randomly cry for no reason (or is there always a reason?).

Your intuition is next-level. You pick up on vibes, unspoken emotions, and even spiritual messages like a human radio antenna. Your relationship with your mother could feel distant, mysterious, or full of unspoken emotions. Either she was deeply spiritual and nurturing or emotionally unavailable and hard to read.

Unlike most, you actually enjoy being alone. Your inner world is rich, and isolation helps you recharge from the chaos of life.

Even in a crowded room, you might feel disconnected. You crave deep emotional bonds but struggle to express your own feelings.

Emotional stress can manifest physically—sleep issues, mysterious body aches, or just always feeling tired for no reason.

You might secretly love someone from afar rather than openly express your feelings. (Just confess already!). You crave deep, spiritual connections but may self-sabotage by isolating yourself. You love soulmate vibes, but fear vulnerability.

Curious about your birth chart and what it's really saying about you? 🌟 Slide into my DMs for a personalized astrology reading, and let's unlock the secrets of your stars. ✨ Don’t forget to check out my pinned post for pricing details! 🔮 Let’s make those cosmic connections happen! 🌙🌌

[harrysfolklore]

albon pets - aa23

summary: alex moves to monaco and suddenly his cats need vet checkups all the time, or maybe he just wants to hang out with the pretty doc

folkie radio: MY FIRST ALEX FIC!!!! y’all said that albono didn’t very much appreciation so i decided to do something about it, enjoy!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram Monday mood: When your favorite patients make your whole week better! 💕🐱 Special shoutout to Jimmy and Sassy who came in for their routine checkup. These two are literally the most well-behaved cats I've ever met (yes, I'm biased).

Their dad @/maxverstappen1 definitely knows how to raise the sweetest cats in Monaco. 🏎️🐈

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username1 aweeee jimmy and sassy are so big now!

username2 vet to the stars

username3 THATS MY BFF AND IM PROUD

maxverstappen1 They only behave for you 😅 At home Sassy keeps knocking everything off my shelves and Jimmy steals my socks. But at least they're healthy. Thanks doc!

↳ yourinstagram haha, that's because they know I'm the treat lady!

↳ landonorris Mate your cats have better healthcare than you do

↳ maxverstappen1 Shut up Lando

↳username4 i’m dying over this

alexandrasaintmleux Leo says he misses his favorite doc 😢

↳ yourinstagram My little Leo!!! please bring him in soon

username5 cutest patients ever

username6 the way max is a softie for his cats

kellypiquet Jimmy and Sassy have the best vet in Monaco

↳ yourinstagram They already have the best parents! Say hi to little P from me

username7 i love her vibe i bet she’s the sweetest person ever

username8 this is my dream job actually

username9 f1 pets favorite doc

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alex_albon Finally made the big move! 🇲🇨 Horsey has already claimed the best spot in the apartment: a shoe box. After years of everyone telling me to join the Monaco crew, here we are!

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username1 omggggg alex moved to monaco

username2 horsey is an icon tbh

username3 ALBON CATS TAKE OVER MONACO

charles_leclerc Finally!! Only took you 4 years 😂

↳ alex_albon Better late than never

maxverstappen1 Jimmy and Sassy have a new friend to judge from the balcony

↳ alex_albon As long as they don't teach him their sock-stealing habits

username4 they finally made him join the tax heaven crew

username5 monaco said ANOTHER ONE THANK YOU

username6 not me thinking that jimmy, sassy, roscoe, leo and the albon cats are now neighbors

williamsracing There goes our last UK-based driver 😢

username7 i can’t believe a man who radiates this much golden retriever boyfriend is single

username8 HE LOOKS SO CUUUUUTE

username9 alex do your pets need a mom? cuz i’m free

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yourinstagram Late night emergency turned into meeting this gorgeous new Monaco resident! Everyone say hi to Horsey 🖤

Poor baby had a rough first week in his new home (pro tip: cats and moving box debris don't mix well!), but he's already feeling much better after some treatment. Such a brave boy who purred through the whole examination despite feeling under the weather!

PS: His dad @/alex_albon gets extra points for being so attentive and calm during an emergency situation - exactly what we love to see! Always nice when pet parents take such good care of their fur babies 🏆

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username1 thank you for sharing your life as a vet! i love your posts

username2 such a cute boyyy horsey

maxverstappen1 The best 👊

↳ alex_albon You were right! Thanks for the recommendation 🙏

username3 you just got another f1 patient no biggie

georgerussell63 Good to see Horsey feeling better!

↳ yourinstagram He's such a sweet patient!

username4 she’s so popular among f1 drivers heeelp

charles_leclerc The Monaco pets collection grows

username5 ok but why is no one talking about how she called him attentive and calm?? ma'am we've seen him drive 😭

username6 ALEX GOT A VET ARC THIS IS NOT A DRILL

↳ username7 manifesting this storyline

↳ username4 y'all are too much omg 😭

username8 everyone in the comments being like 👀

↳ username5 THE DRIVERS ARE SO OBVIOUS I'M CRYING

username9 the group chat must be WILDING rn

username10 "his dad" MA'AM-

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f1 When your local vet becomes paddock royalty!

Spotted at the #MonacoGP: The woman responsible for keeping the grid's furry friends healthy and happy! From Max's mischievous cats to Charles' pup, Lewis’ bulldog, and Alex's newly-relocated cats - @/yourinstagram has become the unofficial F1 Pet Doctor! 🏎️🐾

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username1 THIS IS SO CUTE OMG???

username2 SHES SO BEAUTIFUL

username3 this is definitely the coolest job in the world

maxverstappen1 Jimmy and Sassy's favorite human

↳ lando more like their only well-behaved moments

↳ username1 JIMMY AND SASSY JUST LOVE HER

oscarpiastri The real paddock MVP 🏆

alex_albon ❤️

↳ lando very articulate there alex

↳ alex_albon shut up lando

↳ username2 OMGGGG WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

↳ username3the way alex just hearted it i-

↳ username4 we're watching a romance novel unfold in real time

username5 someone check on albon nation they're probably hospitalized

username6 the drivers exposing themselves in the comments 💀

username7 lando stirring the pot we love to see it

username8 not max immediately claiming her as his cats' favorite 😭

username9 THE HEART EMOJI???? ALEX???

username10 everyone in f1 moves to monaco for tax evasion and this vet

lewishamilton The best vet Roscoe's ever had! 🙌🏾

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yourinstagram Still pinching myself! 🏎️ From late night emergency calls with your pets to watching you all race through the streets of Monaco - what a surreal experience! Thank you @/f1 for having me and huge thanks to @/williamsracing for the incredible hospitality (and the merch! 🤫).

Special shoutout to all my four-legged patients watching their dads race from home and from the paddock today! 🐾

PS: These cars are LOUD! Now I understand why @alex_albon's cats get scared during race replays!

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username1 im her fan now

username2 SHES SO COOL

alex_albon Thanks for coming! Dinner to celebrate? 🤔

↳ lando smooth

↳ alex_albon I will block you

↳ landonorris worth it

↳ username1 WTF DID WE WITNESS

↳ username3 ohhh my god alex albon you have no shame

maxverstappen1 Thank you for coming !

williamsracing You're welcome any time! 💙

username4 DINNER??? ALEX???

↳ username2 THE SMOOTHEST DRIVER ON THE GRID FR

↳ username5 SOMEONE HOLD ME

username6 SO SHE WAS ALEX’S GUEST???

username7 can we talk about how pretty she is tho

georgerussell63 Next time bring your vet skills, my ego needs healing after that race

↳ maxverstappen1 same here doc

↳ yourinstagram Sorry boys, I only treat actual puppies 😂

username8 i ship her with alex idc idc

username9 WE NEED TO KNOW IF SHE ACTUALLY GRABBED DINNER WITH ALEX

username10 this is my roman empire

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f1gossip 🚨 BREAKING: Alex Albon spotted having dinner with Monaco's favorite vet at Le Petite Maison in Nice! Sources say they arrived together and have been there for over 2 hours.

Multiple fans confirm they looked "very cozy" and were "laughing all evening" 👀

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username1 OMFGGGG I DIDNT SEE THIS COMING

username2 i love this pair actually

username3 Max Verstappen was seen at the same restaurant last week... did someone play matchmaker? 👀

username4 EVERYBODY STAY CALM IT'S HAPPENING

username5 interesting timing right after her Monaco GP appearance 🤔

username6 I SHIP THIS SO HARD

username7 seriously guys? let them eat in peace

username8 THE WAY HE TOOK HER TO A NICE RESTAURANT NOT JUST ANY PLACE

username9 our boy got GAME

username10 manifesting worked girlies

username11 the way this isn't even a netflix script this is REAL

username12 ALEX BOYFRIEND ERA INCOMING

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yourinstagram When your Monday morning turns into an impromptu F1 pets reunion!

Apparently EVERYONE needed an urgent check-up today... how convenient 🤔 (I'm looking at you @/lewishamilton @/maxverstappen1 @/charles_leclerc)

All patients are perfectly healthy, just as they were last week! Though Roscoe did get extra treats for being the most honest about this setup 😉🐾

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username1 this is too funny

username2 why are they planninggggg

lewishamilton Roscoe said he was feeling under the weather!

↳ yourinstagram He was sleeping and snoring when you carried him in Lewis 😂

↳ lewishamilton ... he was conserving energy

username3 THESE DRIVERS ISTH

maxverstappen1 Jimmy and Sassy needed their... annual... weekly checkup

↳ yourinstagram Max, I literally saw them yesterday

↳ maxverstappen1 They miss you already?

charles_leclerc Pure coincidence 😇

alex_albon guys...

↳ georgerussell63 👀

↳ alex_albon I can't with any of you

↳ username1 WHATS GOING ON

username4 THE WAY THEY'RE ALL TRYING TO HELP I'M CRYING

username5 not them all showing up at once 💀

username6 they’re as subtle as a brick through a window

username7 ARE THEY TRYING TO PLAY MATCHMAKER??

username8 sassy looks so adorable i cantttt

username9 coolest job ever ! thanks for sharing your life as a vet <3

username10 alex just kiss her

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alex_albon Race week dumps 🏎️ Missing my troublemakers already #F1 #Cats #RaceWeek

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username1 HES SO BOYFRIEND CODED

username2 i love cat dad alex

yourinstagram Tell the babies their favorite vet misses them!

↳ alex_albon They knocked over their food bowl as soon as I showed them this comment

↳ yourinstagram Sounds about right 😂 Remember their anxiety meds before quali!

↳ alex_albon Already packed them! See, I can be responsible

↳ lando the cats or YN got you being responsible? 👀

↳ alex_albon blocked.

username3 WHAT JUST HAPPENED???

username4 did lando just exposed him?

username5 someone's cats getting a lot of vet attention lately 👀

maxverstappen1 Your cats have better race prep than you do

↳ alex_albon At least my cats like me

↳ maxverstappen1 Jimmy and Sassy said that's a lie

↳ yourinstagram Can confirm, all F1 cats talk about each other in their check-ups

↳ alex_albon et tu, doc? 😭

username6 ALEX SOOOO LIKES HER I CANT

username7 most wholesome grid dad

williamsracing Cat dad era > any other era

username8 ALEX IS PRETTY MUCH IN LOVE WITH THEIR VET I CANT

username9 crying he’s so obvious

username10 if the vet doesn’t want to be his girlfriend i volunteer just saying

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albon_pets Guess who we saw today? 🤔 Our favorite doc @/yourinstagram! Dad said we needed vaccines but we think he's just bad at making excuses 😽

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username1 ALBON PETSSSS

username2 THE CAPTION 😭

yourinstagram My favorite trouble twins! ❤️ Horsey only knocked over ONE thing this time, we're making progress!

↳ alex_albon that's because you bribed them with treats

↳ yourinstagram Professional secret 😉

maxverstappen1 Jimmy and Sassy are offended they weren't invited

↳ albon_pets Tell them we'll see them at next week's "emergency" appointment 😸

username3 NOT ALEX’S OWN CATS DRAGGING HIM

williamsracing Our mascots looking purrfect 🐱

username4 those must be the most thoroughly examined cats in Monaco

username5 these cats getting more action than their dad

username6 whatever you do don’t picture alex trying to come up with excuses to take the cats to the clinic just so he can see doc yn

username7 alex stop using your cats as matchmakers

username8 THIS IS SO FUNNY

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yourinstagram Long night at the clinic with this tiny fighter. Found abandoned in the rain, severe hypothermia and malnutrition, but pulling through like a champion. Sometimes the hardest nights remind me why I love this job. Will keep everyone updated on this little one's progress! 💕

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username1 oh shes the sweetest ever

username2 poor little thing 🥹

monacoanimalrescue Thank you for taking this baby in! Let us know if you need anything

↳ yourinstagram Will do! Already showing good signs 🙏

username3 Nothing hits harder than these late night rescue cases. You're doing amazing work! ❤️

↳ yourinstagram Thank you! Hour 16 and counting, but worth it

username4 need any supplies or volunteers?

↳ yourinstagram Actually yes! DMing you now

alex_albon Need any help? I can bring coffee or food or anything

↳ yourinstagram Actually could use both if you're up?

↳ alex_albon On my way!

↳ username1 OMG ALEXXXX

↳ username2 i see 👀👀

kellypiquet This is why you’re the best! 💘

username5 Those overnight kitten cases always get to me. Sending strength!

↳ yourinstagram The tiny ones are always the fighters!

username6 this is why we're in this field 🥺

username7 this is the perfect girl for alex

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yourinstagram First night off in ages! No emergencies, no sick pets (real or imaginary), just dinner with good company ❤️

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username1 OMFGGGGG

username2 am i dreaming???

lando FINALLY!!!!!

↳ georgerussell63 Only took 47 vet visits

↳ charles_leclerc And 3 house fires

↳ alex_albon guys please 😭

↳ username1 NO WAY

↳ username2 they’re so annoying oml

maxverstappen1 My cats send their congratulations

↳ yourinstagram Tell them thanks!

username3 THE WAY I JUST SCREAMED

username4 FINALLY HAPPENING

username5 the way the whole paddock was invested in this 😭

username6 best storyline of the season

username7 About time! Have fun you two!

username8 the slow burn we've been watching all season

alex_albon ❤️

↳ lando Look who learned how to use the heart emoji

↳ alex_albon I'm still blocking all of you

username9 ALEX BOYFRIEND ERA IS HEREEEEEEE

username10 i knew this was going to happen

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alex_albon Turns out I didn't need a sick cat excuse after all 😊❤️

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username1 AHHHHHH

username2 THIS IS SO CUTE

lando WHO HAD "ALEX POSTS FIRST" IN THE BETTING POOL

↳ georgerussell63 Pay up everyone

↳ charles_leclerc I lost 50€ 😭

↳ username1 NO WAY THIS IS REAL

↳ username2 THEY’RE SO ANNOYING

yourinstagram ❤️

↳ alex_albon ❤️

↳ username1 THE WAY I JUST DIED

↳ username2 they're using matching hearts I can't 😭

username3 local man discovers real dates better than fake emergencies

username4 CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

username5 Finally! You two are adorable ❤️

username6 ALEX FINALLY GOT HIS SHIT TOGETHER

maxverstappen1 My cats want to know if they're invited to the wedding

↳ alex_albon MAX !

username7 most wholesome character arc

username8 ALEX BOYFRIEND ERA IS REAL

username9 they make the cutest couple ever

username10 THE WAY THE ENTIRE GRID JUST WANTED THEM TOGETHER

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f1gossip BREAKING: After months of "emergency vet visits" and mysterious cat illnesses, looks like @/alex_albon finally got the real thing 👀❤️

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username1 THE WAY I JUST SCREAMED IN PUBLIC

username2 SOMEONE HOLD ME

username3 the growth we've witnessed 😭

username4 the way the whole paddock was invested in this storyline

username5 the slow burn we deserved

username6 this is better than any romance novel

username7 ALBON NATION HOW ARE WE FEELING

username8 he way we watched this unfold all season

username9 ALEX DATING A VET FEELS SO RIGHT

username10 the clinic's security cameras probably have a whole romcom stored

username11 THE WAY HE'S SMILING 😭

username12 protect them at all costs

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yourinstagram Trading my stethoscope for some racing earmuffs this weekend! Marie's handling the clinic while I watch someone who definitely doesn't have any more sick cats race around Silverstone 😉❤️

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username1 AWE THIS IS SO CUUUTE

username2 best couple ever i swear

clinicvet_marie Have fun! The clinic will survive 😊

username3 THE HELMETS IM CRYING

lando look who doesn't need to fake emergencies to see him anymore

↳ alex_albon I will crash this car into you

↳ landonorris worth it

username4 POWER COUPLE

username5 the most wholesome storyline ever

alexandrasaintmleux welcome to our crew 🥹🥹

williamsracing We can’t wait too see our favorite doc 😉

username6 i can’t believe alex got himself a girlfriend

alex_albon ❤️

↳ yourinstagram See you at the finish line ❤️

↳ username2 THIS IS TOO CUTE

↳ username3 I COULD CRY

username7 first race as girlfriend!

username8 she’s so supportive of him i’m sobbing

username9 this picture is so pinterest coded i’m crying

username10 I NEED THEM TO ADOPT ME

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alex_albon First race with my lucky charm in the paddock! Turns out having a real girlfriend is better than having sick cats 😉 Thank you everyone for the amazing support today ❤️ Special thanks to @/williamsracing for the incredible car

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username1 AWEEEEEE

username2 this is the cutest post ever

yourinstagram So proud of you ❤️

↳ alex_albon ❤️

↳ username1 STOP THIS IS TOO CUTE IM CRYING

username3 MY BF HAS A GF I CANT

maxverstappen1 Once again you’re welcome

↳ username2 HES SO ANNOYING

username4 driver finds success with real girlfriend instead of fake cat emergencies

username5 THE WAY THEY'RE BOTH GLOWING

williamsracing Petition to make the lucky charm permanent

↳ alex_albon Already planned 😊

↳ username1 IM SOBBING HES SO IN LOVE

lando so this is what happens when you stop inventing diseases

↳ alex_albon I should have tried this strategy sooner

↳ charles_leclerc Ya think? 🙄

↳ username3 lmfao they’re never going to let him live that down

username6 SOMEONE FRAME THIS PICTURE AND PUT IT IN THE LOUVRE

username7 they’re so aesthetically pleasing i could cry

username8 THEY NEED TO GET MARRIED

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albon_pets We have a new brother! Meet Bruno Albon, the newest addition to our family! 🐾 Mom @/yourinstagram and Dad @/alex_albon adopted him together (and this time it wasn't an emergency visit excuse 😉). He's already best friends with us and loves watching F1 races!

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username1 MY HEARTTTTT

username2 oh my god bruno albon you sweet boy

f1 The family grows !

yourinstagram Our big boy ❤️

↳ alex_albon Family complete 🥰

↳ username1 STOP I'M SOBBING

username3 THE ALBON FAMILY HAS MY HEART

lando my cats demand a playdate

↳ alex_albon Your cats aren't even real Lando

↳ lando Neither were your emergencies 🤷‍♂️

↳ username1 IM WHEEZING

username4 they’re parents now what if i sob

username5 look at this beautiful family 😭

username6 the way they got a DOG together

username7 best F1 pet family

williamsracing Bruno already has his paddock pass

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alex_albon A year ago I moved to Monaco and started inventing the most ridiculous cat emergencies known to veterinary science. Today I have the most amazing girlfriend, a beautiful family (including a dog who actually exists!), and somehow @/yourinstagram still hasn't banned me from her clinic 😅❤️ Best decision I ever made, even if my cats supposedly had everything from fever to existential crisis

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username1 IM SOBBING

username2 this is what to precious i’m so parasocial about them

yourinstagram From "my cat has seasonal depression" to "I love you" ❤️

↳ alex_albon Best character development 🥰

↳ username1 THE WAY THEY FLIRT IN COMMENTS NOW

username3 im so happy they found each other

lando emember when he googled "can cats get jetlag"

↳ georgerussell63 While his cats were literally at home

↳ alex_albon It was a valid question

↳ username2 ALEX WAS IN THE TRENCHES

username4 the cutest butterfly effect ever

username5 I HEAR WEDDING BELLS TIME TO START PLANNING

albon_pets mom and dad 💘

username6 this is just too sweet

username7 THE WAY ALEX HAD FAKE CAT DISEASES AND A DREAM

username8 BRUNO IS SO CUTEE

username9 if they don’t get married istg

username10 this gives me hope i can find love too

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❦  asteroid persephone [399] i wanted to do something different with asteroid persephone, it has been interpreted before, but i wanted to take a different out look, persephone is known to be the goddess of sirens, she was accompanied by them before she was captured by hades to be his queen in the underworld.

♇ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 1H/ARIES ⟶ this asteroid in aries/1h shows that you are someone who could be pretty infatuated with sirens, and can have features thare are very pulling and enticing, could have a very specific feature on your face, very strong cheekbones as well. you could have a skill with singing, swimming or dancing, and people, particularly men could feel like they have an ownership over you. on the other hand, this is an indicator of being someone who attracts energy vampires.

♇ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 2H/TAURUS ⟶ could have a lovely voice, likes to listen to music and can be very talented with manifesting/praying. this placement does show that you could be someone who could be into sugar-daddies, nsfw audios and you might attract people who like to use you for your money or for what you have. people with this asteroid placement are considered to be very pretty, could have quite arched eyebrows, always looks like they're surprised or about to ask a question.

♇ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 3H/GEMINI ⟶ indicator of attracting liars or being the liar. could be interested in writing and researching sirens, might also attract stalkers who want to know everything about them. deceptive relatives, people who usually have something up their sleeve, could've been that one person in school people were attracted to and other people wondered why. might've had a teacher that was weird to them, native might've not realised during the time but realise it in the future.

♇ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 4H/CANCER ⟶ very beautiful people, people could find the need to help these people all the time, and to have this asteroid placement could imply that this person could have a really nice body. is a beacon of being very bitter and envious though, the type to want to have it all, or could have lovers or admirers who want them for a very long time, it could be hard for people to get over them. could have deceptive people in their family, or might've lived in an area where there was much water, or even bars.

♇ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 5H/LEO ⟶ indicator of being amazing dancers, nice bodies, backs and upper bodies. could be into remaining fit or being a better version of themselves. people with this asteroid placement have a high chance of being entertainers, they catch people's attention very quickly, but this can also make them pull in powerful people who usually have 2 motivations when it comes to the person with this placement. likely had a strange childhood.

♇ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 6H/VIRGO ⟶ people might want to do many things for this person, epitome of having people-pleasers around them, but they can be someone who likes to please other people, sexually, or with their entertainment talents. they can be someone who are likely stalked or preyed on by men, or just weird people in general, could like to have alone time and might like to sing and find ways to become a better version of themselves.

♱ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 7H/LIBRA ⟶ similar to the previous paragraph, these people might attract people who want to do everything for them. but since this asteroid is in the house of relationships, this could mean they could attract very dominating people, people who can sell a dream, and then show a completely different side to them after spending more time with said person. since this is a venusian home, specifically of style, this person could be into whimsy/mermaid-like clothing.

♱ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 8H/SCORPIO ⟶ easily has eyes on them, people watch what these people do all the time, could be very intuitive people as well. clairaudient is a theme for these people. might feel like people have it all for them as well, could be very fascinated with sirens and could like to swim. their voice could be very enchanting, especially their eyes, something about it sparkles or is very sharp, intimidates other people with their beauty and their essence, and because of this there's a lot of one-sided competition made with native who have this placement.

♱ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 9H/SAGITTARIUS ⟶ people might want to listen to their advice all the time, what they say is literally the holy book to other people. on one hand, this can manifest into a circumstance where people want to use their beliefs on people who have this placement to trap them, hold them down. people from higher status could like to prey on them, and they could have beliefs that are conflicting with other people around them. this person can be someone who can be into water/siren magick.

♱ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 10H/CAPRICORN ⟶ man-eater status. people want to be around them all the time, usually preyed on, need to be careful in workspace, and can be someone who steps on people's toes to climb the social/work ladder. people could like to use them for what they can bring to the table, father's side of the family could of had a lot of affairs, people easily tempted, especially you, you can be someone who is easily tempted. people might underestimate you within the work field or in general. on the other hand, this can manifest into being worshipped.

♱ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 11H/AQUARIUS ⟶ could get taken advantage of in friendships if we look at the hades perspective of the story, and could get harassed/stalked online. on the other hand, this could also mean person with this placement could be really popular online, usually the top of the game when it comes to their content. person can be admired because of the things they can come up with, and the type to defend the underdog, or could have the underdog to queen bee type of fame.

♱ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 12H/PISCES ⟶ can easily falls for scams, and the type to wear rose coloured glasses towards future significant others, people might gloss over the rudeness of this person, the type to get away with everything and praised for everything they do. this placement is the epitome of the halo effect. this person can be very enchanting and creative, great song/story-writers, and could have a soft voice, if not, their voice can easily take the attention of other people, could be many people's fantasy, which causes people to want to have them all to themselves.

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♇ pluto

[elixrr]

“could you be seen with me and still act proud?”

➢ Jing Yuan, Argenti, Aventurine, Dan Heng, Blade, Xiao, Childe, Wanderer, Zhongli

➢ Star Rail / Genshin x [GN] Reader

➥ (their answer + reaction to this question)

➥ (comfort / fluff)

✧ - JING YUAN

“Why, of course. I would hold your hand up for the whole of the Xianzhou to see.”

This was pretty expected of the sly general. However, what was unexpected was the way he took you in his arms and lifted you up—bridal style. You begged him to put you down as he opened the doors of his and your room, now making his way outside to remind the whole Xianzhou that you're his and he's yours.

✧ - ARGENTI

“Dearest love—of course, I would be so proud to have the chance to take the hand of mortal beauty itself, and, if it were chivalrous, I would boast about your beauty everywhere I go.”

Ever so poetic, Argenti pulls your heart strings again with his creative (yet cheesy) lines. He loves you; that's a fact that nobody can deny, and he believes that you were sent down by Idrila herself with how attractive you are. Without a hesitant thought, he backs away and offers you his hand—will you accept the offer in which he takes you from place to place, hand in hand, to show the whole world that your his love?

✧ - AVENTURINE

“You wanna take a bet? Here, I'll take you out to dinner if you guess my answer correctly—get it wrong, and I decide on what I'll do with you.”

With a wink and a smile turning into a smirk, it's always hard to guess what Aventurine is thinking, but with the clock ticking, you hardly get time to really think, and so you curiously answer with “no.” A smile grows on his face, and he leans in close, holding your arms. He whispers in your ear, “I guess that means you have to do what I tell you tonight.”

✧ - DAN HENG

“Of course. I do... I do love you, after all.”

His sentences are kept short and simple (with a little bit of blush), just like how they always are. Now, unlike most people on this list, he isn't bringing you outside to let the world know that you're dating, but he would feel and does absolutely feel proud to have you as his love. He reassures you that he would never feel embarrassed or feel the need to hide his love for you, no matter the crowd he's surrounded by.

✧ - BLADE

“Yes. Nobody's taking you, and nobody's taking me. Everyone had better know that you're mine, and the same goes for me.”

His response was rather threatening, but that's typical with Blade. His words are as sharp as his sword, but they're also as meaningful as sharp; his intent is nowhere near ill towards you, and he only means that he's dedicated himself to you already, and it's a dedication that he would never feel embarrassed or guilty for. Now, take his hand—he'll promise the world that you're his tonight.

✧ - XIAO

“Yes. Why wouldn't I be?”

In Adeptus Xiao language, he means, “yes, of course I would. Archons, holding your hand is a blessing itself.” And, though he doesn't admit it, he still feels it. You are his first and only love in several millennia. You, of every person to ever set foot in Liyue, managed to capture his heart when nobody else could. Xiao loves you, and he feels that he will forever, so he prays you'd banish him if he ever hurts you or hides his love away for something trivial because that means the karma got to him and that he's gone mad.

✧ - CHILDE

“Of course, babe! You know what? Let's go on a date right now— everything's on me!”

And that's simply Childe. Without a word, he disappears and reappears with your favorite outfit in hand, and has you put it on (in private as he waits outside the bedroom door), and when you're done, he's suddenly dressed nicely with roses in hand, and he takes you out on a date. How? No clue, but know that he's letting the whole region know that you're his right here and right now.

✧ - WANDERER

“Huh? That's a stupid question. Why are you asking me, anyway?”

Yes. He means yes in every way possible. His sharp tongue speaks the opposite, but Wanderer truly means that he would show you off to the world if he had to. If he has to, mainly because he finds the concept of love in its entirety as stupid, but he also loves you too much to let you leave him, let alone have someone else think that you're some vacant partner just waiting to be taken. Now, hold both of his hands. He'll glide you above Sumeru City and show everyone there that you're his if you're still thinking about the question.

✧ - ZHONGLI

“Well, of course. Would you like to take a walk around the harbor for me to prove that?”

Zhongli senses your insecurity, and he wishes to alleviate your worries, so he takes you to a popular teahouse by a bridge. It's not that grand or special, but he keeps you close to him as you both sip away at your tea and embrace the company of one another.

yes, this was a heathers reference.

[hurtspideyparker]

Tony doesn't tell the Avengers about Peter's secret identity, but Peter starts coming over constantly and chilling around the tower, helping Tony in his workshop or eating dinner with everyone.

Since Tony is weirdly secretive about who the kid is, and the fact that Spider-Man is still a small unknown (presumably adult) hero who isn't on any Avengers radars, they all collectively come to the conclusion that he's Tony's illegitimate child.

Bruce: They do have the same eyes...

Steve: This is an inappropriate conversation to have. If Tony doesn't want to tell us then we shouldn't pry

Natasha: Tony doesn't even like kids. There's no way he would tolerate one if it wasn't because of his guilt complex. I'm surprised there isn't more little Starks running around considering his previous lifestyle

Clint: *cough* drunk slut *cough*. Oh excuse my throat, I meant to say he was a drunk slut

Natasha: Steve they're the exact same. Talk too much, too fast, genius brains that go right over our heads, stubborn, like to cope with humor, same body language. They'll have the same smile lines when Peter grows into them. The only difference is that Peter was raised with manners

Steve: I'm not saying I don't agree, I'm saying it's none of our business. Anyone with basic observational skills can tell they're desperate to fill father and son roles in each others' lives, but Tony's really weird about it, so we should let him keep it private

Clint: We probably make him nervous

Bruce: Because he thinks he's a bad dad?

Natasha: I think he's kinda good at it. Which is extremely unnerving

Steve: Honestly out of all of us I had bets on Bruce having a secret wife and kids hidden somewhere. Tony stepping up to be a father was lower on my list than Nat

Natasha: You have a list?

Bruce: You think I pull?

Steve: That's irrelevant. I think it's nice that they're so close already, but we don't need to press. It might mess up a good thing

Clint: Wait can we go back to this list business. Are these like pragmatic, military leader lists, or are these for pleasure? What other kinds of lists do you have? What about which one of us is most likely to turn on you. Or what you'd turn for. Oh! What about a list of all our weak points based on accessibility and intensity, with contingency plans in case of defection or aliens or brainwashing or alien brainwashing causing defection

Steve:

Natasha:

Bruce:

Steve: This is why Tony won't share his personal life with us.

They last another week before Clint, Natasha, and Bruce team up to steal a strand of Peter's hair and test it for paternity. Steve knows something is up, and follows Clint to Bruce's lab.

Steve: What are you doing...

Natasha: Admit it, you know exactly what we're doing and you want to see the results

Steve: I... well if you already have them there's no point keeping it from me

Clint: Tony Stark is not the daddy!

Tony: Which of my exes have you been talking to?

Clint: AH oh hey Tony didn't see you there

Steve: I'm not apart of this

Tony: Is this about Peter? He told me something plucked his head when he was walking down here. Which of you murder twins was hiding in the rafters

Natasha: Y'know he's not your kid, whoever told you he was lied to you and I hope you get your child support back

Tony: My kid? He's my intern. What funky kool-aid have you all been drinking, that boy is sorting my tool drawer right now. He has slightly better dexterity than Dum-E, it's been quite helpful

Bruce: You have really poor professional boundaries if he's just an intern

Tony: Okay fine. He's actually Spider-Man. I didn't wanna tell anyone cause the Accords were still fishy, but everything should be good now. Anyways, he really wants to train with you guys so you'd have to know eventually

Clint: Who the hell is Spider-Man?

Steve: That guy in Queens who helps bring in peoples' groceries?

Tony: Well, yeah—listen, he's like 14 and he just got his powers. I'm not exactly sending him to fight armed terrorists yet. He'll grow into it, but trust me, there's potential. I'm kind of like his mentor

Steve: You really don't need to do that

Bruce: Yeah we'll all help out from now on

Natasha: Don't take too much responsibility for the boy

Clint: Oh god what have you been teaching him?

Tony: Thanks for the vote of confidence guys. Whatever, now that you all know he'll be hounding you all day for advice anyways. Good luck with that. Friday tell Pete to come down here, the Avengers are gonna train with him

Tony leaves them all, snickering to himself as loud footsteps come crashing down the hallway. If they didn't know any better they'd say several elephants were tripping down the stairs. Then, the doors burst open, Peter's mouth already running a mile-a-minute.

Peter: Really, you guys know, you guys will teach me? Can I use the shield, Ms. Romanoff can you show me how to kick, show me with Mr. Barton, or, or Mr. Rogers. I can take down someone bigger than me, I'm actually really strong. Wanna see? Why are we in Bruce's lab, is that my first lesson! Can I touch this? What are you making here, how long has this been distilling, what about my webs, have you ever seen my webs? I did them myself, but I bet we could make them even better, watch out it's really sticky—

Steve ends up with webs all over his face, several of Bruce's beakers broken from the white spray, one reacting poorly with it and exploding all over Clint and Natasha. Bruce immediately shoves them into the decontamination shower, leaving them as two drenched rats wearing skin-tight combat gear. Natasha is already fuming at the thought of trying to peel it off.

Peter: I'm really sorry, I didn't know it was on ricochet... the splitter webs were just 'cause I panicked

Steve: This is why I told you all to leave it be.

"Noted," they all say in unison.

[donvampiro]

Hi! Can I get some fluffy hcs with Nami, Sanji, & Zoro ( separately ) where they're feeling touched starved & are craving their s/o's attention? Tysm! ^^

Hi @swicid !! Hope you're doing well. What a cute request >< I apologize for the long wait. Life's been very hard. Hope these hc will meet your expectations anyway 🥺🌸 Have a nice day/evening!

MASTERLIST - Welcome

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'Love for you'

(Touch starved) Nami, Zoro & Sanji x gn!reader

Nami

uh? what? no, Nami isn’t touch-starved. you are touch-starved. — that’s it that’s her whole attitude when she’s feeling touch-starved and wants your attention. Nami would act in such a way that it seems like you are the one craving attention, her attention.

in order to get your attention — to draw you in — Nami won't hesitate to exploit all your weaknesses, by which i mean all the soft spots you have. wearing a certain perfume, a certain outfit, engaging in an activity that she knows will pique your interest and draw you closer to her, etc, etc… Nami is resourceful and won't hesitate to use her very resources if it means having you craving her attention.

you’ve been busy for a while now — for too long, in Nami’s opinion — and she's determined to put an end to it all to finally get you interested in her. there are many schemes possible, but she'd decide to keep it simple. you two spotted an item in a magazine some time ago, and would be very excited to use it. Nami would decide to do it without you though, purposely walking past you with the package in her hands. she hoped it would get your attention — and it did.

‘Oh, it finally arrived? Great! Let me see’, you’d beam, running towards her all smiles, and Nami would smirk. Everything was going just as expected.

- ‘Ah ah ah’, she’d tease, holding the item in the air. ‘i was the one who picked it up first, so it’s up to me to see what it’s like first.’

feigning nonchalance, she might walk a little further away from you, maybe not, before turning around and giving you a mischievous look you knew (too) well.

‘If you’re willing to pay the price though, (y/n), i’ll let you see it first.’

- ‘fine. what about some cuddles?’, you’d suggest.

- ‘mmhh, if that’s what you want’, she’d wink. ‘sounds fair.’

you rolled your eyes. Nami is an impish person, but it’ll always take more than that to fool you. deep down, you knew exactly what she wanted from the start...

Roronoa Zoro

he's both tsundere-ish and not tsundere about it. our marimo wants your attention and craves your affection but doesn’t want to have to ask for it. so he won’t.

you're chatting, sitting on the deck, and his eyes would be following you discreetly (or not), thinking that he’d like your eyes to be on him, that he could feel your touch. Zoro’s eyebrows are furrowed but his gaze is not severe. he looks thoughtful. admiring. admiring you.

without warning or waiting for permission, he would come sit next to you and perhaps rest his head on your shoulder, arms crossed and eyelids closed, always with that expression that those who didn't make the effort to know him would have taken for irritation.

maybe you’d turn to him and place a kiss on his face, maybe not, either way you would give him the attention he seems to be seeking.

‘Oi, don’t move. Lemme sleep.’, he would say grumpily, but you know better.

you’d let out a chuckle while you see his features soften as well as a hint of pink tint his ears. he’s so obvious. you don’t know if he’s trying to be subtle though. either way, you’d let him.

his arms would uncross and he’d let his hand rest at your side. You’d get the hint and intertwine your fingers accordingly; earning a small, content hum from Zoro. bro’s a simple guy. and with you two so close, he'd think he couldn’t be more happy.

Vinsmoke Sanji

boy’s feeling touch-starved & craving your attention 24/7. but he tries to contain himself to give you space. however, if he could, Sanji would stick to you like glue all the time.

but sometimes it's just too much for him, he needs your attention just like he needs to show you his affection, i mean look at you??? you’re so beautiful and kind and smart and talented and perfect???

Sanji is simmering with affection for you and he needs to show it to you; hoping that you’ll bless him by looking at him, by smiling at him. in short, he wants to show you that he loves you and receive a dose of your love too in return.

and when it comes to showing you love, let him cook. pun intended.

Sanji would mostly try to please you, trying not to be too annoying though. cooking your favorite meals, offering you his help profusely, genuinely complimenting you a lot, and stroking your shoulder, arm, or cheek from time to time, like a not-so-subtle, but always adorable and respectful coded message.

‘(y/n)-chwan!! i cooked you a little _____, you’ll tell me how it goes! :D you’ve been so active since this morning, you must need energy!’

‘you’re still as radiant as ever, (y/n)-chwan.’

‘Don't worry (y/n), i'll take care of this! No, no, it’s okay, that’s precisely where i was going anyway :)’

etc etC ETC

please reward our boy. otherwise he will explode.

[pathologicalreid]

all we ever do is talk | s.r.

in which Spencer and wife!reader fear they're getting boring, so the BAU sets them up with a hotel suite for Spencer's birthday

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who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: i don't remember. hold on. oral (f and m recieving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex, breeding but not like the primordial kinky type just like, having sex to get pregnant, drinking wine, this is like circa s11, not proofread i'm just a girl, david rossi being rich for the plot, i hate hate hate the word pussy but here we are, softdom!spencer. spencer reid certified gift giver! word count: 4.17k a/n: a fic based on a del water gap song? who's surprised? no one! anyways i blacked out toward the end of writing this one no clue what happens here also sorry about the breeding thing i really don't know where that came from

The robe you wore was luxurious, and the cumulative cost of every item in your hotel room likely cost more than you made in a year. Needless to say, you were starting to feel out of place in the room, your hair and makeup done to perfection as you waited for your husband to arrive.

Reaching into your pocket, you slip your phone out and check for notifications. JJ was your babysitter for the night, and even though she had insisted that everything would be fine, you had never actually spent a full night away from Eleanor. You had no idea how Spencer did it time and time again for cases.

You: Everything good? JJ: Shouldn’t you be with Spencer right now? You: He’s on his way. You: Everything good?

She responds with a picture of Nell, your sweet toddler, who was seemingly too focused on the bowl of mac n cheese in front of her to even look at the camera. You type out a reply to JJ before forwarding the photo to Spencer.

JJ assured you that Eleanor would be in good care with her and Will, and it’s not that you have any doubts, it’s that she’s your baby and this is your first time being away from her.

The door to the hotel room clicks, and you set your phone on the comforter, watching as Spencer walks into the room before returning the key card to his wallet. “Hey,” you greet from the bed, crossing one leg over the other.

“Hey, honey,” he says, striding over to you before pressing a soft kiss to your hairline, “You smell nice.”

You nod in the direction of the bathroom, “I got here early and took a bath.” Slowly, you take a better look at him, “You look good, I like that suit on you.”

He holds his arms out and looks down at himself, “I heard through the grapevine that you have a fantastic dress for tonight, so I figured I needed to pull out all of the stops.” Years ago, Rossi had gotten all of the BAU men custom designer suits, that must be the one your husband had chosen to wear tonight. It was fitting, seeing as Rossi was probably fronting most of the bill for your night.

“I’ve never heard Penelope referred to as a grapevine before,” you respond in jest, getting up from the bed before you make your way to the bathroom. “She helped pick the dress,” you inform him, shedding your robe before stepping into the dress. It was a short, black velvet number that clung to the contours of your body in a way that you hadn’t thought was possible. Instead of straps, two dainty chains went over your shoulders, leaving excess dangling over your back.

Spencer clears his throat, “So, how did the drop-off go?” He missed the big goodbye, which was probably for the best.

You sigh, “Nell was great. I was a mess.” You had only been given a few days to prepare for being away from her.

Carefully pulling the chains over your shoulders, you look at yourself in the mirror before slipping your heels on and stepping out of the bathroom. Spencer was standing in front of the windows, watching the sunset over the horizon, “For what it’s worth, I had no issue with the original plan for tonight.”

Initially, you had planned to celebrate Spencer’s birthday at home with Eleanor, and there was meant to be a party with the rest of the BAU tomorrow evening. Somehow, the team had gotten the idea that the two of you needed an evening out, so they chipped in to give you just that—some members more than others.

“I’m always alright with spending quality time with my girls, but—” his voice cuts off as he turns to look at you, “Never mind.”

You chuckle, “What?” Looking down at yourself, you smooth out the front of the dress with your palms.

His eyes wander as he unabashedly checks you out, “I’m finding with every passing moment that this might be my preferred plan for the evening.” He watches attentively as you go back to sitting on the edge of the bed, fixing a twisted strap of your heel while Spencer stands directly in front of you.

“When was the last time we went out on a date?” You ask, strapping your heel around your ankle.

He hums, fake thinking about your question even though he knows the exact date, “However old Nell is, add approximately ten months,” he answers.

You look up at him, your face warming in surprise, “Has it really been that long?”

Spencer nods mournfully, “Almost three and a half years,” he sits down on the bed next to you, placing his hand on your bare thigh and swiping at the soft skin with his thumb.

Holding your hands up to your face, you glance at Spencer with wide eyes, “Oh, Spence. When did we get boring?”

“We aren’t boring,” he insists, “We have a two-year-old. We work.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, “Other people do those things, and they’re not boring.”

He matches your look, “We aren’t boring,” he repeats. “Let’s make a deal,” Spencer offers, “Tonight, you and I won’t be boring.

“Right, so we’ll have a glass of wine at dinner tonight and then return to being boring tomorrow?” You say glumly, watching as he shifts on the mattress, adjusting his weight distribution.

“No,” he whispers, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips before sliding off the mattress, leaving him on his knees in front of you.

Blinking absently at him, your heart jumps at the sight of him in front of you, “You know we have dinner reservations, right?”

He gives you a slightly incredulous look, “You know it’s an open reservation, right? We have it until midnight.”

Your head bobs in acknowledgment, silently permitting him to part your knees, and you watch him come to the realization that you weren’t wearing any panties, “I didn’t want any lines to show under the dress,” you explain. There was also a part of you that hoped your evening would go in this direction.

Placing his hands on your hips, he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, rolling your dress up to your waist, leaving you bare in front of him, “You’re perfect,” he breathes, “I don’t tell you that enough.” His fingers carefully prod at your core, a ghosting of pressure as he sweeps his index finger over your folds, an array of goosebumps forming over your skin.

Your breath hitches when he grips one of your thighs, placing it over his shoulder in the way he’s done numerous times before, but it always seems to take your breath away. “You tell me plenty,” you say, the sensation of his breath on your wet heat affecting you in ways you haven’t felt in ages.

“That’s not nearly enough,” he scolds himself, craning his head forward to press a kiss to your clit, chuckling when you jump as a result.

Releasing a breathy laugh, you look down at Spencer, your heart racing as you await his next move, “Then tell me again,” you whisper.

Spencer hums in response, slipping his pointer finger inside of you as he murmurs, “You’re perfect.”

You let out a soft moan as his finger slowly starts moving out, taking it slowly as you lean back on your hands, careful not to mess your hair up too badly, “Spence,” you whine at the pressure.

“I know,” he tells you, “It’s been a while, huh?”

Closing your eyes, you nod quickly as he slips a second finger into your cunt, a gasp escaping your lips as your body stretches around his fingers, “It’s been too long,” you tell him, lifting one hand to your mouth and biting down on your knuckle to muffle your sounds—a habit you’d picked up since having a baby.

He hums, peering up at you through hooded eyes, “This is a honeymoon suite, angel. It’s engineered to keep sound in.”

Your hand drops obediently, falling back to the mattress as you ignore the implications of the BAU reserving the honeymoon suite for you and focusing on your husband, who was bending his neck down to suck your clit. His lips encircle the sensitive nub as you let out a low whimper, knowing what’s about to come making you apprehensively excited.

Steadily, Spencer works at you, thrusting his fingers while suckling at your clit, periodically using his tongue to apply pressure, and reveling in your high-pitched moans as he drives you closer and closer to what you’re sure will be your first of many orgasms of the night.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, moving one hand to the top of his head, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging at the strands.

He shifts on his knees slightly, coming up for air as he adjusts the angle of his fingers inside of your cunt, going back down on you as his fingers find a new pace. They curl inside of you, targeting the spongy button that makes your abdomen tighten and your thighs tremble.

Overwhelmed, you repeat his name like a prayer while you pull at his hair, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you cry, helplessly staring at the ceiling while Spencer keeps his motions going, his fingers relentlessly thrusting into you while he sucks at your clit, encouraging your orgasm.

Your walls clench around his fingers as your orgasm rips through you, your legs shaking as your husband remains buried between your legs, working you through your orgasm, “So perfect,” he pants, gently massaging your pussy as he withdraws his fingers, pressing soft, tender kisses to the insides of your thighs. “We don’t even have to go to dinner,” he says, looking at you hungrily.

You smile down at him, “We should go, Dave called in a favor to get us this reservation.”

Spencer straightens up and nods in agreement, holding his hand up to your mouth, “Open,” he says, looking satisfied when you poke your head forward, putting your lips around his two fingers and tasting yourself on them.

Sucking your own slick from his fingers, you focus on his eyes as you swirl your tongue around them, watching the dilation of his pupils because you know exactly what effect you’re having on him. He slips his fingers from your mouth before dropping a kiss on your lips, the entire exchange reminiscent of the time before you had Eleanor. You weren’t complaining.

Checking his watch, Spencer stands up straight in front of you, helping you stand, he holds onto your waist while you find your balance, “How are you feeling?”

You peer up at him through your mascara-coated eyelashes, “Most decidedly not boring,” you answer, following him into the bathroom so the two of you can clean up.

“C’mere,” Spencer beckons, looking at you from across the table. “You’re too far away,” he explains, the table at the restaurant keeping the two of you apart when you’ve already established that you want to be close tonight.

Taking your napkin off of your lap and setting it on the table, you grab your glass of wine and make your way to your husband. In the private room that had been reserved for you, “Here I am,” you present yourself to him, the privacy glass that surrounded you concealing the way his arm snaked around your waist, guiding you to his lap.

He smiles up at you, “That’s better,” he says, your legs latticed over his own.

Looking over your shoulder at the table, you hum an acknowledgment, “This table is almost comically large for two people.” You imagine it’s intended to be fancy, a long, glamorous table for a glamorous restaurant. You lean your head against Spencer’s, closing your eyes and appreciating your closeness, “Happy birthday, my love.”

“It’s not my birthday yet,” he murmurs, tipping his head back and kissing you softly, the taste of the wine that had been chosen for you was faint on his lips.

A soft giggle bubbles in your throat, “Then I’ll have to stay up until midnight so that I get to be the first one to tell you.”

Humming, Spencer settles a hand on your thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze, “The real challenge there is staying up until midnight.”

“I’m sure we can think of something to keep us up,” you grin cheekily, swinging your legs. “So, before you’re officially older,” you begin, “What do you want to do with your next year of life?”

“Finish the bathroom remodel,” he answers almost immediately, referring to your main floor bathroom that had been in disarray for months. The countertop that you had chosen was still on backorder.

You raise your eyebrows, “What do you want to do that will help us on our pursuit to become less boring?”

Spencer studies your expression, taking his time before answering, “I’d like to at least discuss having another baby,” he responds.

Admittedly, it had been on your mind recently. With Kate leaving the BAU to spend time with her baby and JJ announcing she and Will were expecting, considering having a second baby wasn’t out of the realm of imagination. “You want another baby?” Your question is soft, you look at him, studying the brown eyes that he had passed down to Eleanor.

He nods, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles on your bare thigh. “I know that you’ll bear most of the responsibility if we have another baby. I’ll still be around as much as work will allow, but there’s only so much room for variables in the BAU. I wouldn’t want you to feel alone in it, but I— I’d like for Nell to have a sibling.”

“Okay,” you breathe, not needing much convincing to come to a conclusion. Admittedly, you weren’t expecting this conversation tonight, but it wasn’t a conversation you’d ever had before. Eleanor was about as much of a surprise as a baby could be.

Spencer looks surprised at your reply, “What?”

Slinging your arms around his shoulders, you shrug, “Let’s have another baby. This time next year Nell will be three, so, now almost feels like a perfect time.”

“It takes most couples months to conceive when they’re trying,” Spencer tells you, “Only about thirty percent conceive in the first three months.”

You raise your eyebrows doubtfully, “How long does it take couples who have a luxury hotel room to themselves for the night?” Your loaded question easily slides off your tongue as you lift your hand to his chest, thumbing the silk fabric of his tie while you wait for his answer.

He led the way to the hotel room, luckily the hotel and restaurant were connected; you would’ve hated for a cab driver to see you dazedly staring at your husband with the promise of what comes next.

Pulling his keycard from his wallet, Spencer pushes the door open, dragging you in behind him before pressing you up against the wall. You shove at the lapels of his jacket, trying to get it off of him.

Haphazardly, you drop pieces on the floor, Spencer’s jacket, your heels, his tie, everything falling away as the two of you stumble to the bed. You yelp when you fall back onto the bed, Spencer catches himself above you and a fit of giggles erupts from your mouth. A sort of light, airy feeling goes through your head while you’re beneath him, the freeing feeling of knowing you’re about to have sex and you don’t have to worry about your toddler knocking on your door was overwhelming.

You kiss him while fiddling with the buttons of his dress shirt, pulling the white fabric from where it was tucked before discarding that as well. “Wait,” you say breathlessly.

Spencer sits up, panting as he looks down at you, “What is it?” He asks, eyes searching for something wrong.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, “I bought lingerie for tonight,” you tell him, eyes flickering over to your overnight bag. The blue, lacy set was calling your name.

Hovering back over you, Spencer bows his head and presses a soft, unhurried kiss to your lips, “Show me later?”

Nodding, you watch him as he pulls his undershirt off, another bundle of fabric lost to the ground. Gently, you push at him, making it so his back is on the mattress as you place one knee on either side of his waist.

His hands tug at the hem of your dress, ruching the fabric around your waist as you slowly grind your hips over his. “Fuck, baby,” he hisses, already tightly wound after your earlier activities.

Understanding, you start to leave a trail of kisses down his chest, continuing to go lower until you’re unbuckling his belt and undoing his fly, placing your hand over his already hard cock and palming him on top of his briefs, “You’re so hard,” you moan, your mind thinking ahead to when he’ll inevitably fuck you.

In the interim, you tug his pants and briefs halfway down his thighs, leaving his length standing at attention for only a moment before you duck your head, licking a long stripe up the veiny underside of his cock. Spencer’s hips buck up from the mattress in response, and you take him in your mouth, using your hand to touch what you can’t fit in your mouth.

Pressing your tongue flat against the head, you moan with him in your mouth when he grabs a fistful of your hair. You were no longer worried about your appearance, only about driving him as crazy as possible.

“Angel,” he says, his voice strained, “I can’t— I need to be in you.”

You lift your head, moving back up to him and straddling his hips again, placing your bare pussy on top of his hard cock. Wiping drool from the corner of your mouth, you raise your eyebrows at Spencer, “Are you ready?”

He nods, mouth falling open when you lift yourself up and position his length at your entrance, “Oh, wow,” he breathes, gently rubbing at your clit as you ease yourself onto him, your walls throbbing around him. His hand settles on your hip as you take a moment to adjust.

Pulling at your dress, you tug it over your head, leaving it on the floor of the hotel room, “Ah,” you sigh, rolling your hips slightly to try and help your body adjust.

“Absolutely no lingerie necessary,” he says, his eyes studying your body as if he’s seeing you for the first time all over again. “I’m so thankful for you, my girl,” he murmurs with lust-hooded eyes.

You hum in response, bending at the hips to put your lips on his, a whimper escaping your lips when his hips buck up from the mattress again, “Fuck, call me that again.”

“My girl,” he echoes, thrusting up into you again. “I’m not going to last very long,” he admits, groaning as you start to lift yourself up and down on his cock.

Small whines come from your lips with every movement, you shake your head, “That’s okay, we can…” your voice trails off, “I don’t think I will either.” The admission comes as a bit of a surprise to yourself, you hadn’t realized you had gotten so worked up.

Snaking his hand between your bodies, Spencer focuses his attention on getting you to your second orgasm as your movements grow unsteady, “You’re doing so well,” Spencer encourages you, knowing you aren’t usually on top.

“Shit, Spence,” you gasp, your resolve failing as your torso drops forward, giving him the freedom to continue lifting his hips up into you, “Oh,” your cunt clenches down around him, “I’m cumming,” you tell him, burying your face in his chest as you cry out. His thrusts start to overstimulate you as he chases his own orgasm, and eventually his movements falter.

You can feel the pulsing of his cock inside of you as his hot cum fills you, a tired sigh as his rigid body relaxes back into the mattress, “Oh, my girl,” he whispers, smoothing your hair back as you catch your breath on top of him, “Why don’t you stay up here for a little bit?”

Nodding, you look up at him, a pink flush splattered across his face as you watch him, “I love you,” you breathe, glancing at the clock, “Happy birthday.”

Spencer spares a glance at the clock, three minutes past midnight, “I love you too, angel. Thank you.”

You sigh, lifting yourself on shaky arms and grabbing a box from his bedside table, “This is for you.”

He releases a breathy laugh, obviously amused at the idea of opening a birthday gift while he’s still buried inside of you, “I got you something too,” he admits, sweeping a strand of hair from your face.

Tilting your head to the side, you frown, “It’s not my birthday.”

Shaking his head, Spencer agrees with you, “No, but I find I can’t resist giving you gifts.”

You inhale sharply when he twists to open the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a rectangular box and resting it next to him so he can start to open the gift from you.

“Oh, honey,” he says, opening the watch box. His old one had a damaged mechanism and needed to be replaced, but it wasn’t something he was likely to spend the money on for himself. Naturally, you did it for him.

You raise your eyebrows, “It’s engraved,” you explain. Watching him take the watch out of the box and look at the back, the dates that you had carved in being significant markers in your relationship. Your wedding anniversary. The date Eleanor was born. There was plenty of space to add more dates too, should the time come.

“It’s perfect,” he tells you, placing the watch back in the box to keep it safe, “Thank you,” he says, shifting under you as he reaches for the box.

Rolling your eyes, you accept the box anyways, “Now, why would you get me a gift for your birthday,” you tut, undoing the ribbon on the box before opening it. “Oh,” you breathe, “Oh, Spence,” you say, tears pricking your eyes.

Inside of the box was a necklace, and strung on the dainty chain was a teardrop-shaped sapphire. “It’s Eleanor’s birthstone,” he explains, “I saw it last time Penelope dragged me to the mall with her, and I thought it was perfect for you.”

“It’s beautiful,” you say, moving to fasten it around your neck, the only other thing adoring your body being your wedding ring. You grin at your husband as you duck down to press a kiss to his lips, half-conscious of the way he’s kicking his pants off until he’s flipped you onto your back.

He hums as you moan, “You’re beautiful. You’re so, so beautiful,” he muses, burying his face in your neck and placing soft kisses along the column of your throat.

Opening your legs more, you invite him to come closer into you, “I would have agreed to have another baby a long time ago had I known I’d be treated so well,” you tease him gently, gasping as his lips attach to your breast, littering kisses all over you.

“I always treat you well,” he insists, taking a tentative thrust into you before taking you into his arms.

You whimper softly at the pressure on your pussy, “Spence,” you sigh, your sensitive cunt clenching around his cock. “Oh, god yes,” you mutter as he begins to find a pace, pressing his full length into you.

He drops a kiss to your shoulder, “I know baby,” he says, sticking to his rhythm and pushing your legs open wider, “I’ve got you.”

A curse falls from your lips as you screw your eyes shut, tilting your head back and gasping at the sensation, “I love you,” you tell him.

“I love you too,” he says, equally out of breath with you as he fucks into you with abandon, chasing a new high as you dig your nails into his back. “You’re so good for me, baby,” he hisses, “I’m gonna cum in you,” he warns, snapping his hips to yours.

A high-pitched moan comes from you as he paints your insides with his cum, the sensation of him filling you leading you to your third orgasm of the night as your walls pulse around him.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, waiting for someone to catch their breath as your eyes go wide. “Are you alright?” Spencer’s the first to speak, carefully pulling out of you and chuckling lightly when you whine at the empty feeling.

Nodding, you turn your head to the side, “Yeah, are you?”

He smiles, “I think this might be the least boring birthday I’ve ever had.”

[caitlinsnicket]

bob reynolds relationship headcanons

warnings: none, the filthy stuff is going to be in the other set of headcanons. maybe some angst

a/n: aaa i cant see him anywhere because my body immediatly reacts. its so stupid

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he doesn't mean to be a creep, and he hopes you don't think he is one, but he can't help but gravitate toward you at all times. he waits anxiously for you in the mornings before the two of you get together, and when you walk into the kitchen for breakfast, he lights up and sticks to your side. the only time he leaves you alone is when you go to the bathroom or go to sleep.

after the two of you become an item, it's difficult to get out of bed since he's a cuddle bug and loves your warmth. he helps you with your chores and activities, joins you in your hobbies, and suggests new things to do together. he knows you also need your alone time, as does he, but being with you feels so nice!

holding hands with him is probably one of the nicest parts of your day. they get clammy sometimes, and he might squeeze too tight, but they're warm and softer than one might think, and because of how happy he looks, it's worth it. the best part is when you feel him brush his thumb over your knuckles, which means he's at ease, and your heart stammers in your chest.

and every now and then, when it's quiet and it's just the two of you and he hasn't let go just yet, you bring your intertwined hands to your mouth and kiss his skin, ignoring bob's breath hitching beside you. you only stop once you've covered every inch of skin you can cover, and when you look at him again, his eyes are glazed and his breath is ragged.

he has a tendency not to look into people's eyes when they're talking to him, which is fine and no one is really bothered by it, but you try to get him more used to it. that's why, whenever the two of you are having a conversation and he's not looking directly at you, you gently pull his face up with your fingers, trying not to linger so the moment doesn't turn awkward (you can still hear him swallowing).

it becomes something like a routine, like saying hello to him in the morning: you push his hair a bit out of his face and brush your hand lightly, just to see him better. he's always elated and starts to purposefully avoid your gaze so you'll hold him more. with time, he learns to just ask for it, closing his eyes and almost purring from your soft touch.

there was one time when he almost stumbled to the ground after you finished touching him. you kept your laugh to yourself but couldn't help a smirk.

he's trying to get used to touch, and hugs between the two of you become a common occurrence. he's still a little rusty, feeling that his limbs are too sharp and long, not soft enough for anything. but you still pull him close, even when he squeezes too tight to the point of pain, or when it gets too hot but he's not ready to let go. you don't mind though, because he always smells like clothes softener and that pear shampoo you bought him.

sometimes you'll be working on something, reading a book, or just scrolling through your phone, and he'll rest his forehead on your shoulder or your arm—really anywhere he can reach. he won't linger for long (again, he doesn't want to bother you), just enough to ground himself and feel your warmth. sometimes you'll hold him to you a second longer, your hand threading softly through his hair.

once the whole asking for permission to touch you every five seconds is resolved, he seeks you out more often for it. he still hesitates a lot and sometimes will give up on whole conversations because he feels like he fumbled it, but with enough reassurance, not only does he get more comfortable with being affectionate, but he also starts to feel better with everything else. touch soothes him.

and like a laser pointer to a cat, if he's starting to spiral or finds that he can't focus, touching him anywhere his skin is exposed makes his brain shut down for a second, and then he starts to come back to himself. it works for everyone, but he only blushes if it was you who had to calm him.

when the two of you start sleeping in the same bed, you try to get up before him (it's not that hard. he either falls asleep right away and can only be woken up by shaking, or can't sleep at all). you take that moment of quiet, where he can't get too much into his head, to trace his features with your fingers. your touch feather-light, following the line of his nose and eyebrows, down to his cheeks and lips. by the time you get there, he's stirring awake and unconsciously kisses the pads of your fingers while mumbling good morning. sleepy bob is your favorite bob.

after the first few times you touch his hair, it becomes your favorite thing to do, not just because of his reactions (from mewls and whimpers to full-body shivers and giggles), but also because it was unbelievably soft and curly, and you just started doing it out of nowhere for your own enjoyment. you do it if he's crying, which either makes him cry even harder or stop after a while. and when he's calm and content, it puts a blush on his face, but he manages to keep looking into your eyes.

he starts kissing your cheek one day, testing the waters. of course, he was extremely awkward and managed to bump heads with you the first few times, but once you saw him coming, you put your face out in his direction so there are no more accidents. imagine his face when you start kissing him back, before leaving for a mission or thanking him for bringing you a cup of water. it's the highlight of his day.

when the two of you go to sleep in your room, he likes to hold your hand and face you, or for you to spoon him. it keeps him grounded, in the moment, and also because he just likes to be held (especially by you). in the morning, when the two of you start to stir awake, he rolls in your direction until his head is tucked in your neck and his arms are circling your waist. if he could stay like this forever, he would.

the getting-to-bed routine also includes kissing his shoulders before he lies down, and he loves it so much. sometimes he stands perfectly still while you brush your teeth, waiting for you to get into bed and kiss his shoulder before he finally rests. he does the same to you in the mornings, pulling you back to him to kiss your shoulder blade and wish you a good morning. he's a sucker for casual affection.

his hair was already soft when you met him, but after you started taking care of it (washing it thoroughly at least once a week, massaging it gently), it felt like silk. he sometimes asks you to wash it but apologizes profusely for inconveniencing you. the whole process is relaxing for both of you, and the gift of touching his hair makes it all worth it for both of you.