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Can I pls request one where Leon is obsessed with his wife’s small baby bump? Like especially when she wears dresses he just can’t stop staring 🧎‍♀️🌸

baby blues

—re4!leon kennedy!husband x pregnant wife!reader

— a oneshot (request)

warnings: MDNI, 18+, a lot of fluff, leon being the best baby daddy out there, reader kind of hates being pregnant at times, reader deals with some body issues and how their body is changing, leon is so sweet and supportive, gives cocky hot dad vibes, mentions of pregnancy pain, oral (f receiving), breast play, lots of kissing and praise, mentions of past sex, mentions of doctors offices, cursing, leon and reader being the cutest little husband and wife out there.

“you had tried. tried stretching, tried taking a pill and had tried sleeping. but everything hurt. everything. your feet, your head, your back and especially your breasts. it felt like something was tugging and poking at all the soft parts of your body. it was torture, almost. if there wasn’t a handsome man next to you, rubbing your back as you laid on your side. leon dulled the ache a little, he looked at you still like the day he met you four years ago, even when you were pregnant, fat and you felt like death had taken over certain parts of your body. leon still looked at you like you were the most precious thing. and it made you wanna cry, scream and kiss him all at the same time.”

— or reader gets pregnant and tries to come to terms with it and leon has no problem helping her out

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an: thank you for the request anon <33 hope you enjoy it. this was such a cute little thing to write. might make a headcanon list soon just for this specific request :,)

you and leon had talked about kids, about babies.

about the joy it would bring both of you to have something made by the two of you. to make you both enjoy the ties of your marriage and love.

you, however didn’t expect to get pregnant so soon after your marriage. but leon…leon was hard to resist and your body craved him and it was your choice. a choice that you made over and over and over again.

until two lines changed his life and yours entirely, it was hard ignore how the both of you panicked. the excitement, nerves and the rushing of your heart beating accelerated as you stared at the test…four month ago.

you both had been so careful, so very careful, but in one night of heated touches and sloppy kisses, you decided to fuck the condom and just deal. thinking the birth control you took would be enough, but it…it was not. definitely not.

you dealt with being pregnant like a champ, or tried to. you were sore now, you were fatter and you felt like a truck had hit you when you simply moved to grab something.

you loved the idea of carrying a child in retrospect, when leon had pounded you into the mattress many times before, thinking and muttering all the obscene words and images about breeding you. you literally keened at the idea, but now, now that you were here and doing it, you wanted to rip this kid out of you.

you hurt every moment of everyday, you were tired and hungry and whenever you saw that stupid ASPCA commercial on the tv with the dogs, you started bawling like a child. it was obnoxious and to think it would only get more strenuous as the moments that passed was literal torture.

and the doctors appointments, the vitamins you had to take and the way your body changed. it was a lot to handle, you had leon. you had him to help but sometimes it didn’t feel like it was enough. you couldn’t dress like you usually did anymore and could only wear the sundresses and other dresses you had hanging in your closet.

it felt like you were playing dress up, but it was the only thing you were comfortable in these days. the only thing that fit over the bump. the only thing that made you feel pretty and not like an inflated blimp.

and the one thing besides the pain, the bloating and the never ending amount of morning sickness you’ve had to deal with…the one thing you held onto was by the end of it you would get to be a mom. leon would get to be a dad, that was the only thing that kept you tethered to reality these days.

but leon enjoyed the sight of you in your dresses, that was one thing that also kept you tethered. the way he still ate you alive with his eyes, scouring you still as if you haven’t changed at all. you would always find his blue eyes piercing into your pregnant frame whenever you’d slip on a dress for the day or when you were bare and just got out of the shower.

it made you more aroused then usual, the only thing worse was the leon never acted on it. he never once stopped you and brought you to your guys bedroom. he never offered to eat you out anymore. you didn’t know why he was staring but wouldn’t act. was he worried that he’d hurt you? or the baby? you didn’t know, you had no clue.

but it was festering, each look he gave you in your pretty little dresses with your bump of pregnancy was making your skin hotter everyday. you didn’t know how much longer of this pregnancy you could take if he didn’t act on his desires. most importantly, your own.

two weeks, later and your sick of everything.

your sick of walking, your back pain, the peeing every five minutes. just everything makes you annoyed or feel like your going to crawl out of your own skin. you don’t get comfort in bed, you toss and turn. you’re then frustrated because you can’t sleep on your stomach, you wanna rip this baby out of you and it’s only the four month mark.

leon is a saint though. he’s bringing you food, rubbing your feet, holding your hair back when you throw up from the morning sickness. you feel bad for being such a bitch, for being so mean and hormonal. you try not to snap or throw a hissy fit.

but it’s hard.

you’re also sick of the doctor asking you twenty million questions when you go to your next appointment. already fed up from lack of sleep and your bowel movements. the baby is healthy, so everyone is happy. just not you.

another thing, leon keeps eyeing you and basically fucking you with his eyes. another thing that’s just adding up into your short limit of patience. you wanna scream at him to just fuck you, do something. you need a release. and if you could do it on your own, you would. but you can’t even see over your stomach or much less reach it.

so your just stuck feeling pent up and frustrated with everything. until one day, one day you just snap. you just lose your shit. you don’t remember what really caused it to happen, maybe it was the fact that you saw leon wearing only a towel after his shower, practically making you drool.

but you lost it. you just lost it, for absolutely no reason at all.

“can you stop looking at me like that?” you say softly as you look over at him, your being patient, so patient at this point and it makes you wanna scream or cry. he’s digging for something in your shared dresser drawer at this point, minding his own business.

leon looks behind him, over his shoulder to where you sit on the bed. he raises a small brow, “i’m not even looking at you, baby. i’m getting clothes.” he says with a small hint of amusement in his voice.

“you know what i mean, leon.” you say in a annoyed tone as you shift on the bed, the many pillows for your back pain and a heating pad pressed up against it. you opted for a t-shirt of his and underwear, the only two things besides dresses that you could really stand these days.

he grabs his boxers and takes off his towel, you try to ignore the arousal that’s literally pooling uncomfortably in your underwear as you see it. your trying to stay annoyed, stay focused, but his dick is just right there. so far out of your reach but so close and you just want to pounce on him.

“i can’t stare at my beautiful wife now?” he says with a small notch in his brow, pulling his boxers up over his dick, making you disappointed and snap back into what was currently happening. you huff and rub your bump, shifting against the heating pad and pillows.

“no, you can.” you say with a small glare in his direction, “but if your not gonna do something about it, i’d rather you tell me then just…” you trail off when he crawls on the bed next to you, sitting beside you. “angel, you have something you wanna share with me?” he says in that low and intimate tone that gets your insides all bubbly.

you gnaw on your bottom lip in contemplation, “no. i don’t.” he chuckles lowly and moves even closer to you on the bed, putting his hand on your thigh and squeezing. “i hardly believe that, baby. no offense.” he says softly as he presses a kiss to your ear.

you were going to jump him if he didn’t stop this, he was teasing you. he had to be, it was ridiculous that he couldn’t even see how miserable this was making you. “can you just…?” you start and fail pathetically as you try to squirm into his touch more on your thigh.

“can i just what?” he says in a soft timbre into your ear, almost daring and pushing you to say it. to ask. you were beyond irritated and wound up now. everything hurt and your body felt hot. “can you please touch me?” you say softly, you sound whiney and desperate and it’s nothing like you. but a part of you really didn’t care anymore.

you hormonal, achy and moody beyond relief. you just wanted him to touch you, to fuck you even. it was getting annoying how much your body had craved him since you became pregnant.

he didn’t move his hand from your thigh, his breath still ghosting over your ear and the side of your face. “i am touching you, love.” he says with an arrogant smirk against your skin.

arrogant bastard. you thought to yourself, you were brazen in the moment. “it hurts, leon. just…please?” you practically whined in that moment, you didn’t like the teasing. not when your patience was already short enough as it was.

he pressed a tender kiss to the side of your head, “what hurts, baby?” he says softly as he rubs his hand up her thigh and over her bump, soothing tender circles over your body and the baby beneath.

you don’t even care anymore, the soothing feeling of his hand over your t-shirt was enough. your cheeks were red though and you guided his hand up to your swollen breasts beneath your (his) t-shirt that you wore.

“oh, honey.” he sighs softly in a contented whisper against your head, pressing a small kiss to your hairline. he doesn’t move his hand on one of your swollen breasts, just rests his hand there as if he’s just supporting it with his large hand over the fabric.

“leon…please, it hurts.” you hear yourself breathe out in a whimper, one of pain or of desire, you didn’t know. you didn’t care to know right now. “hold on, hold on.” he mumbled softly as he shifted next to you, getting closer to your side, he adjusted himself on the pillows next to you.

“can’t deny my pretty little wife. can i?” he says into your ear with a small nip as his hand squeezed and kneaded one of your swollen breasts. you couldn’t help the sound that came out of you, a mix of relief and desire that you didn’t know you could make.

he moves his lips to press against your neck, nipping and licking as he kneads your breasts, trying to make the pain subside as you moan. “feels s’good…” you mumble in between small noises.

“i know, i know. sorry, for teasing you all this time.” he mumbles into your neck, “gotta stop teasing you…” he mumbles again in between kisses as he presses one more kiss under your ear.

his hands working up your swollen and aching breasts, you could feel your panties practically dripping with release. you grab at his bicep, curling around the muscle there for balance. “please…” you whimper softly.

he moves his lips up to your ear, “what do you want? use your words, baby.” he nips at your earlobe and keeps kneading your breasts, alleviating some of the ache there.

you grip down on his bicep harder, your hormones from the pregnancy were going crazy at his touch. “anything…something, please.” you whine softly near his ear as you almost draw blood. you just needed a release and you weren’t going to get far with him kneading your breasts.

“how about i eat out that pretty pussy? hmm?” he practically purrs into your ear as one of his hands leads down from your breasts to beneath the covers. your soaked underwear beneath your rotund belly, he finds it. an amusing sound leaving his mouth at your ear, tracing the pads of his fingers over your wet slit of your underwear.

his words and his touches having a disastrous affect on your pregnant body, you felt like a match that he was striking with flame and then putting out. it was so much in the best way possible.

you just nod rapidly, emitting a small whine as you clutch his bare bicep harder. “okay, pretty girl.” he presses another kiss to your ear, smirking to himself. he traces your wet slit again, marveling at how soaked you were for him.

“practically drenching your underwear, this all for me?” he muses as he pulls back on the bed next to you, pushing the covers back from your body. your hand falling down to the sheets beneath you, “yes…” you manage to get out as he clicks his tongue. a growl almost rose from his mouth as he gets farther back on the bed, moving in between your knees.

he sees the wet patch that’s soaking your underwear, he knew you were hormonal from the pregnancy. but god, how much arousal could form just from you looking at him? it needed to be studied, but he couldn’t help but feel his ego and confidence inflate.

your bodies reaction to him would always be something he’d never get tired of. especially now when you were drenching your pretty panties.

“fuck, baby. missed this sweet pussy.” he rasps as he looks up at you with hooded blue eyes, his pupils dilated. you knew that look well enough to know that he was going to give you what you both wanted.

release.

you mewl, “please, leon. don’t wanna beg…” you try to reach down to yank his hands or his head closer but your pregnant belly stops you. he puts a hand on the inside of your thigh, “no begging required. i’m going to eat out my pretty pregnant wife. i’m hungry anyways.” he smirks devilishly as he massage the meat of your thigh.

he doesn’t waste anytime, your head hits the mountains of pillows behind you. your chest rising and falling fast beneath his t-shirt that your wearing. his hands come up to the waist band of your underwear and slowly pull them down over your hips and bent legs.

your bare pussy is on display now and you feel the cold air hit your most private parts, ones that he’s seen before but now…now that you were pregnant and carrying his child…things were different. you looked more delicious now, looked more like he could eat you out for days. eat you and fuck you until the baby came.

god help him.

he doesn’t waste anytime, none whatsoever. he’s going to give you what you want. he rubs his fingers through your arousal, spreading it everywhere and teasing you just a bit longer.

you whine, “leon, please…just stop. i want it.” he looks up at you from where he’s laying on the mattress in between your bent legs. “i know baby, just admiring how beautiful you are…everywhere.” he smirks to himself and presses a kiss to the hood of your clit.

you moan a little, he clicks his tongue. “so sensitive.” he muses, “good to know some things never change after pregnancy.” he whispers as he presses another kiss to your clit.

“fuck…leon…” you whine softly, clenching the sheets beneath you. your hormone fueled body making you out to be this whiny monster.

he just chuckles against the skin of your dripping pussy, “just sit back and relax, sweet girl. i’ve got you.” he says as he runs his hands up to the sides of your hips, holding you steady as he dips his head down.

he starts licking a long stripe up from your drenched opening to your clit, your head tilting back as you moan loudly. you never failed to amaze him, get him hard and all worked up. you both had that affect on each other, good to know it was still intact.

how had leon not done this yet? not touched you this way yet when you’d been pregnant? you were like putty in his hands right now.

he felt like an idiot.

a large one.

he stuck his tongue into your soaked opening and licked, fucking you with his tongue as you clenched the sheets harder beneath you. “fuck, want…uhh, so fucking good!” you moan loudly, practically screaming.

he just keeps fucking you with his tongue, almost rutting his boxer clad erection into the mattress. he reached one hand down to rub his thumb over your clit, still fucking you with his tongue.

your back arches a little, as much as it can without you hurting yourself. a white knuckled grip on the mattress is all you have as he ravishes you, keeps his tongue and fingers working you into oblivion as you writhe and moan underneath him.

“leon! uhh…fuck…” you babble nonsense as you feel the coil start to build in your lower abdomen, you had never come this fast before. but the fact that you were pent up, more hormonal then usual and he was working you open with his skilled mouth and fingers…

you were fucked, figuratively and literally.

he took his tongue out of your opening moving the finger that was on your clit, down to your soaked opening. his fingers working you open now, sliding one in which causes you to release a long moan, his name rolling off of your tongue.

his mouth attaching itself to your clit and licking, sucking and swirling his tongue. he was smirking as he did it. knowing that he was gonna feel you come all over his fingers and face.

he could do this forever, keep you pregnant forever just so he could hear those pretty little sounds you made when you’d fall apart beneath him.

he kept moving his pointer finger in and out, swirling his tongue over your swollen clit as you moaned obscenely, thanking god and him and his mouth.

“just…yes! fuck! gonna cum!” you babble again, losing all rational thoughts as he continued to lick and rub and finger you. you felt helpless under his touch, but in the best way. the way that made you and the unborn baby inside of you feel safe and cherished, loved even.

he just kept it up, only breaking his licking at your clit to talk you through it, “good girl, pretty little wife gonna cum all over my fingers? huh?” he says with a raspy voice, his lips stained in a gloss of your arousal.

you moan softly in response and nod, your eyes fluttering open and shut, your pussy clenching around his fingers. pulling them out just to push another long inside of you and curl your fingers upwards until he found your magic spot.

you whine at that, smacking a hand down on the sheets underneath you. “there it is…” he muses in a low tone, “good girl, maybe if your really nice i’ll pump another baby into you tomorrow.” he says with a smirk.

you moan, “fuck…yes!” you yell out, the idea of him fucking you and promising to get you even more pregnant…it was making that band inside of you get closer to snapping.

“you’d like that wouldn’t you? filling you up with my big cock and pumping you full of my cum?” he teases as he keeps fucking you with his two fingers, the noise of your arousal would normally be a turn off but you were so close to release that you didn’t care anymore.

you moaned and nodded dumbly in response, his free hand sliding from your hip to rub over the swell of your belly. “pump another baby into you, fuck, you’d love that.” he says lowly.

“i-i would…fuck, want more babies…” you whine softly as you writhe more, some tears leaking out of your eyes. he almost growls at that, pumping his fingers harder inside of you and rubbing that sweet spot that makes you see stars.

he knew you were close, knew you were going to reach that point that made you all blissed out and needy. “cmon baby, come all over my fingers. know you can.” he encouraged with a kiss to your clit, his free hand still rubbing over your belly.

all it took was him talking more, working you up with his sweet words and his fingers hitting the mark over and over again inside of you. you moaned loudly, clenching around his fingers. your release coating all over his digits.

he didn’t say anything, just worked you through it until overstimulation set in, removing his fingers from you. he brought them both up and licked the release from his fingers.

you watched him with undivided attention, your eyes lazily opening and closing in the haze of your orgasm. he smiled softly and crawled from in between your legs to rest over you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“don’t you ever think for one second that i don’t want to fuck you, taste you or do that. i love you and i love making you fall apart. you being pregnant…has nothing to do with me holding off.” he says in a reassurance, pressing another small kiss to your lips.

being mindful as he leaned over you not to disturb the bump of your belly. your eyes locked on his as he looked down at you, “i’ve just been stressed and on edge with prepping for the baby. it’s had absolutely nothing to do with you being pregnant.” he says softly, reaching a hand up and running it through the hair at the base of your skull.

“your so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. i know you don’t see it these days. but you are even hotter now that your carrying my baby, our baby.” he explains with a gentle smile, making some water prick into your eyes.

“so don’t think for one second that i find you unattractive or that i’m teasing you on purpose.” he says with another small peck to your lips, “you understand me?”

you nod slowly as you look up at him, blinking the small amount of water away from your eyes. you should’ve never doubted him, should’ve never thought that about yourself.

and he hated that, hated that he made you doubt yourself and your body for one second. you were so beautiful, you were his and he loved you. he had loved you long before you both spoke your vows in front of god and each other.

he loved you so much, as much as you loved him. so he rolled off from hovering on top to you, cuddling his body next to yours, letting himself wrap his strong arms around your pregnant body.

he wanted to hold you close to his heart, he always did inside. he always kept you there because that’s where you deserved to be. you were his wife and the mother of his (soon to be) child.

he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, pulling the covers back up over you and him, cuddling you close. his hand rubbing over your belly with the fabric of his own t-shirt covering it. “your so very beautiful, baby. i love you so much. even when you don’t see it.” he says against the side of your head, pressing another kiss there.

you melted into his arms, your eyes fluttering close in exhaustion and in content. you didn’t feel so insecure and anxious anymore. you knew that he had been off, but he was just as stressed as you. he had to be, you were going to be a mom and he was going to be a dad.

it was a lot of pressure.

but as long as you both had each other, you knew you guys could do it. the rings on your hands symbolizing the best and worst parts of you and him, the parts that you accepted and promised to love forever.

and with him, it would never be scary. not if you had a husband like leon, and he would love you just as much as the baby inside of you.

it was a part of both of you, that could never be unloved. not if either of you had anything to say about it.

an: hope you guys enjoy. i couldn’t deny a double upload this week, my bad lol. i love you guys so much and i hope you enjoyed. happy friday!! i’m gonna be opening my requests again soon. i wrote this when i was ovulating so no harsh judgement. please reblog and like, kisses. xx.

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heraisabadbitch · 4 months ago

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your sweetheart

“why do you look so scared?”

pairing: afab!reader x leon kennedy

warnings: smut, dark content (not dead dove (i think)), established toxic relationship, degrading, suicidal thoughts, implied forced self-harm, gaslighting, heavy manipulation, possessive behavior, praising, semi-soft sex, pet names, tummy bulge, slight strength kink, unprotected sex, biting, ooc leon, he’s crazy

note: you can use any leon for this!

there’s two sides of being in love: being in love and being loved. you always blushed at the hopeful future that you’ll be with the man of your everlasting dreams. a picture of him in a heart locket, your things in his bathroom drawers, knowing how he likes his coffee, his favorite scents, building a domestic life together. although two other men have ever been with you, you were sure this man was special. since by the second date, you were already planning out a wedding.

but leon couldn’t have been the man of your dreams if he was a nightmare in your life. bitter kisses and rough touches are embroidered into your skin that it’s hard to believe that this is the same man who laughed at all your jokes and fake proposed to you with a candy ring. almost two years of agony-filled tears and broken belongings, yet you can not bring yourself to break away from him. maybe the toxicity is what you like. maybe you’re the reason why he’s yelling at you right now.

“you’ll never find someone better than me.” leon spits, grabbing your face with such anger that he could break your jaw if he really hated you. you peer up at him through glassy eyes, tears dried up, and lips cherry bruised. “there’s nobody else for you.” leon manages to still look so divine when he speaks to you like this, star colored hair covering his sapphire eyes just enough for them to peak through. the warm lighting of the kitchen brings out his soft features that pathetically make you swoon.

“i love you.” you whisper, feeling your heart pounding painfully harder and harder as leon stays silent. his grip on your face leaves as his lips tug into a grin, tongue between his canines. “of course you do.” leon gloats as if he’s won the lottery, intertwining his hand with the handle of the kitchen knife residing in the wooden cube. the food you made for dinner is threatening to come back up when leon waves the knife in front of you. “don’t please.” you plead softly as the blood pumping in your veins becomes ice cold.

“think i’m gonna hurt you?” leon breathes lowly, getting closer to your weak form. your doe eyes take in the way his eyes glimmer with amusement, a smirk finding its home on his lips, he’s clearly basking in this. “no.” you mumble, swallowing dry saliva when the tip of the knife brushes against your neck. you don’t think, you know he would but he chooses not to. “i could kill you.” leon hums, dragging the knife across your forearm before letting it linger on your wrist. his eyes capture yours, a faint flame flickering behind them. free falling down to the concrete pavement would be more peaceful than this.

“you could kill me.” he suggests, forcing the handle of the knife into your hand. you shake your head, stomach eating itself when leon leads your hand to his chest. “you’d like that.” “i wouldn’t.” “don’t fucking lie.” he spews as if you’re the one who said it. lips tremble in frustration as you cannot comprehend what leon is doing, you don’t even know how it all went wrong ten minutes ago. how washing dishes together suddenly became leon degrading you, threatening you. the pitter-patter of rain against the roof is the only thing keeping you from vomiting, and leon yelling at you for doing so.

“would you die for me?” leon questions, closing the gap between you two, the knife quickly withdrawing to your side. the warmth of his body radiates to you, making hell seem cold. your eyebrows knit together at his words, why would he ask that? “i’d do anything for you but-” “i want you to die for me.” leon interrupts you with a exasperated tone. your hands shake as tears welled up in your exhausted eyes, you just want to go to bed. you carefully place the knife on the kitchen island, unsure of what to do as leon’s eyes bore into yours.

“leon, can i please get ready for bed?” you sigh, wiping at the tears barely escaping your eyes. the echo of thunder booms throughout the apartment causing the atmosphere to be more daunting. a scoff leaves leon’s mouth, his jaw tightening at your response. you pissed him off. “hate me so much that you can’t answer a simple question.” leon sneers with venom on his tongue. his stature towers yours, your gut churns at the feeling of being so weak. runny eyes divert down to your ruffled baby pink socks, they’ve never seemed more interesting.

“your question is stupid.” you mutter under your breath before your jaw is gripped once more as leon forces you to look up at him. the blue hues swirling in his eyes are dark and cold, matching the storm outside. bones ache at the posture leon holds you in, he can snap your neck if he pulled back just a tiny bit further. “who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” leon’s words cut through your head and pierce your brain. the tears you cry match the pace of the rain knocking at the windows. “i’m so sorry, leon. i’ll die for you, i’ll do anything for you! please let me go to bed.” you’re so pathetic.

“is that so?” “yes! please!” you cry into his palm, looking up at him and hoping he has mercy on your damaged soul. leon’s eyes glance at the kitchen island as a smirk slowly finds its way on his pink lips. relief hugs you when he finally lets you go, your hands shake rubbing the tender skin of you jaw. of course he doesn’t let you leave yet, of course he doesn’t let you go find peace in the one place where you’re the most safe. “carve my name into your wrist.” leon says so nonchalantly that you think he’s almost joking. the kitchen knife is placed back into your hand, you’re so dumbfounded that you stare back at yourself in the blade’s reflection.

“what?” you exhale out, ridding yourself of the fear from seconds ago only to breathe it back in. the blue-black eyes looking back at you are unrecognizable. “i’ll do anything for you!” leon mocks, you want to vomit. you want to scream and rip your hair out, you want to jab the knife into your heart instead. death would be much more blissful than being here right now. “i don’t want to do this, leon.” “i’ll do it for you.” leon threatens, his warm hands grab at your wrist but you quickly step back to get them off you. “i’ll do it.” your voice is barely audible, your mouth becomes dry when you shakily place the blade onto your wrist. what are you doing? “just four letters and you’ll go to bed.”

leon’s educated hands carefully bandage up your wounded wrist. your face rests in his chest, slowly breathing in the scent of vanilla. “you did so great.” leon smiles before placing tender kisses upon the white fabric covering your arm. the numbness drowning your body is blocking any feeling, including your thoughts. you’re surprised you didn’t cut a vein. you wished you did. “you’re so mean to me, leon.” you whisper, eyes blurring in and out from drowsiness. why couldn’t he be nicer to you? why couldn’t he leave you alone? why can’t you quit him?

“i’m not mean to you, doll. i wouldn’t be doing this if i didn’t care about you.” leon reassures you with eyes shining like blue akoya pearls. your mouth can’t get any words out when the cologne lingering on his skin has your stomach in knots, reminding you that you’re the one who bought it for him on his birthday. he gives you the same wry smile that was on his lips that day. maybe you’re the mean one. maybe this is all your fault. “you would’ve killed yourself if it wasn’t for me.” he’s right, you would’ve bled out on the pearlescent tiled kitchen and suffer a painful death if he didn’t care. there’s a sharp pain in your head that has you wondering if this is all just a horrible nightmare.

needles prickle into your sore body as leon carefully picks you up, you catch your reflection in the mirror for a spilt second. eyes puffy and skin pale, drained. before you can react, you’re in sweet relief when the comfort of leon’s bed engulfs you. “such a gorgeous girl, how did i get so lucky?” leon hums as his eyes link with yours, affection glosses over the blue. the dim lighting illuminating this somber room, accompanied by the rain outside, is enough to lure you to sleep. the blur in your eyes goes dark for just a moment as your slumber takes over. yet you can’t seem to rest with the way leon is soothing the skin of your thighs. your cunt is throbbing.

“take it off please.” you whimper, gesturing to the blood stained dress hugging your figure. your body trembles as the cotton fabric is slowly ripped away, leon’s hands tenderly kneading warmth into your cold flesh. dark eyes locked onto your lips with each soft gasp you make, observing how you react to the gentle touches to your thighs. the fuzziness in your stomach heats gradually, just enough for your panties to get damper. leon’s fingers stray away from the thin silk covering where you need him most. your thighs rub together as you whine. “what do you want, hm?” his voice is an octave lower, raspy. he wants you just as much.

the echos of thunder are as loud as your pounding heart when you grasp leon’s hand, leading it to your cunt. a tongue in cheek smirk is hazy in your vision when leon hovers over your frame. “c’mon sweet girl, use your words. don’t get shy now.” his voice is sugary water for your dry throat, the want is burning you alive. lips impatiently connect with his in a desperate attempt for leon to stop stalling and fuck you right there. a gasp is caught in your chest when his fingers harshly rub your covered clit before pulling away from your blushed lips. the thumps of your heart rings in your ears.

“i want you to fuck me.” you mutter with a mouth full of cotton, running a hand over his chest and under his tightly-fitted shirt. the precum sticking to your panties is soaking the fabric as your fingers trace over leon’s toned stomach. “yeah? you’ve been such a good girl for me tonight.” leon smiles while kissing your cheek. his mouth find solace in your neck, sucking pinks into your skin. “i need you.” the smirk he makes against your neck gives you whiplash. he can probably feel your racing heart pulse against his lips.

leon swiftly takes off his shirt, scattered scars compliment his sculpted build so well that you feel nauseous with desire. “i need you more, baby.” he cooed. his lips find yours again, the taste of mint coats your tongue. you like the way he kisses you, as if your lips are a blaze that he needs to warm up. leon’s hands make quick work of your panties, nudging his knee in between your thighs which has you grinding on his leg. “dirty girl.” he breathes out. the friction is not enough for your soppy cunt, needing more, needing his cock to relieve you. you want him to break you open, to ease the pain he put you through moments ago.

the crackle of lightning illuminates the room in blue, combating the blue in leon’s eyes. hands shake ever so slightly as you impatiently unbuckle his belt, your wrist is on fire when the metal buckle grazes against the bandage. “you’re gonna hurt yourself.” leon warns, replacing your hands with his. you suppress a moan once leon finally rids himself of his jeans, his cock slapping against his abdomen as he shoves his boxers off. you’re salivating like a starved animal at the sight, the tip of his cock shines with precum. death couldn’t be more blissful than leon.

“you look so cute like this, your body begging f’me.” leon smirks, rubbing the tip of his cock on your clit. the moans vibrating through your throat almost hurts. you’re fiending for him, weeping for him, you could cum at the thought of him fucking you. there’s a hand caressing your cheek, breaking you out of your hypnotic state. leon looks at you with infatuation, or lust, you can never differentiate the two. you do know both looks has your heart bursting. “i love you.” “i know.” he kisses the apple of your cheeks as his cock stretches you out, the air in your lungs exits out in broken whimpers and moans.

leon hides his face in the crook of your bruised neck, his hips slowly snapping against yours. fingertips trace the scars etched into his back, creating new ones as your nails break his skin when the curve of his cock hits your cervix so sweetly. the rhythm he keeps up is enough to make you dizzy. the low moans eliciting from his lips are intoxicating, you grow wetter at the sound. “love this tight pussy, so perfect.” his teeth bite into your shoulder, lapping at the irritated skin with his tongue. you think you see god when the repeated thrusts and bites to your skin is twisting the coil in your stomach in knots.

leon’s hands grip your hips as your cunt tightens around his cock, the loudest spark of lightning hits your ears when leon presses a hand down your lower abdomen. you think you’ve lost it at the feeling of leon’s cock rubbing against his hand, against your stomach. your hand reaches down to feel him and god, you want to cum so badly. “harder, please.” you moan out, chest heavy at the feeling of him splitting you open. his head rests up against yours, eyes searching your tear stained face as his thrusts become harsh. a stray tear cascades down your cheek at the sudden change yet you’re still pathetically moaning out leon’s name.

“greedy little thing you are.” leon groans as he catches your lips in a sloppy kiss. you’re sharing moans in between breaths as leon relentlessly buries himself into your cunt, his fingers finding their place on your clit. the smell of sex and mercury blending into the sounds of skin against skin and thunder makes the pounding in your head almost pierce your ears. you feel faint, like the ecstasy you’re receiving is too much for your body. legs wrap around leon’s hips in an attempt to get him closer to you, his chest is sweaty against yours. hearts beating in sync, both racing erratically.

the overwhelming desire flowing throughout your veins is lethal, an overdose of leon. your chest heaves as you try to gather your surroundings as leon fucks you as if you’re everything yet nothing. there’s tears on the brink of pouring out of your itchy eyes but you hold them back. you wonder what leon is thinking, if he’s overdosing on you as well or if he’s thinking about getting off. “fuck, keep squeezing my cock like that.” he moans, biting the flesh of your neck.

the fuzziness in your stomach is too much to bear when leon’s cock abuses your gummy walls repeatedly. you can’t feel your face, your body, just leon. fingers tug at his hair which earns a grunt from his lips as his own fingers messily rub at your clit. the whines drawing out from you are pitiful, letting leon know you’re about to break. but he knew that before the whines left your mouth, the way your desperate cunt is gripping around him is enough to make anybody get the hint. “cum on my cock, sweetheart. can you do that f’me?”

the nails clawing at leon’s back sink into his flesh as your orgasm crashes into your body. mouth agape yet nothing comes out, eyes screwed shut, back arching off the soft mattress, legs shaking at the intensity. “there you go, baby.” leon praises, kissing you gently as he continues to fuck your cunt. you hold his face as if he’s the only thing keeping you from blacking out. “i love you.” you confess for the umpteenth time as you’re gasping for air, heart punching itself out of your chest. leon weakly smiles, muttering something incoherent against your lips before pulling his cock out of your bruised cunt, cumming on your stomach and thighs with the sweetest moan.

leon’s body collapses on top of yours, exhaustion consuming you as you come down from the euphoric high. the sound of leon breathing and the soft knocks of rain at the window are a lullaby for your depleted mind. the colors of warm white and blue are blurred as your eyes struggle to stay open.

a sting in your arm pulls you back into consciousness. you wince at the feeling. eyes drift to look over at your bandage wrist. leon’s hand is gripped around your injury, squeezing with such strength that reminds you that he could break you if he really hated you. you almost forgot why there’s four letters carved in your wrist, why your mind is exhausted from crying, why you got fucked so lovingly yet so resentfully.

a giddy smile hurts your cheeks as leon suffocates you with peppered kisses around your face. “let’s get you ready for bed.” leon says on your damp skin, his hand leaving his name on your wrist.

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heraisabadbitch · 4 months ago

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him.

“you’ll never feel this pretty again.”

pairing: afab!reader x leon kennedy

warnings: smut, slight intoxication, choking, rough leon, one night stand, strength kink, squirting, reader does NOT know leon (or even his name), consensual, mentions of breakup, small blood mention, praising, comparison central, heavy mentions of an ex, oral mention (fem receiving), fluff at the end.

there’s a fever creeping its way through your body with each thrust he makes into your sobbing cunt. every moan that slips past your blood-bitten lips has his jaw clenched. his hips never faulting, only picking up the pace if it was even possible. his fingers are burning their imprint into your hips, the irritated reds contrast with the dark blues in his eyes. the only reminders of him you’ll ever have after tonight. you cannot recall a time where you felt this much, your body never experiencing a high such as this. let alone, experience being fucked like this. he grabs at your throat, squeezing just enough for the air you take in to be rough against your lungs. “i could fall for you, you know.” he chuckles.

your eyes squeeze shut to hide your hopeful gaze. the lack of oxygen has your cunt squeezing his cock. the muffled sounds of your own erratic heartbeat and weak whimpers are all you can manage to hear. the grip around your throat loosens for just a moment when he lifts your hips at an angle that gives himself more leverage to fuck his cock deeper in your cunt. the fuzzy feeling left by the alcohol in your head is being numbed by the overwhelming feeling of burning lust. the sight of his muscles contracting with each breath, each thrust, makes your cunt tighten. a moan escapes his lips. you think you just died at the sound. he’s so fucking hot. hotter than your ex, better, stronger, bigger.

“you feel so good.” he says, roughly grasping at your wrists. “never had a pussy this tight.” your wrists are sore in his hands but you’d be damned if you made him stop, to make him go easy on you. you want him to throw you around like you’re nothing, to feel how strong he really is. you smile through a moan, “never had a cock like yours.” he smirks, releasing your wrists from his hold to rest his fingers against your clit. dry tears well up in your eyes as he rubs your clit, taking his cock out momentarily to slap the tip against the puffy nerve. you thrash around pathetically at the oversensitivity, he lets out a chuckle. he shoves his cock back into your cunt, pressing your legs down on the plush mattress, spreading you open. he knows your body well enough already as if he’s studied you his entire life.

the moans and whimpers leaving with the air in your lungs are echoing throughout the room. “sound so sexy.” he groans with his hands digging into your thighs. his cock pumps sweetly in and out of you, the veins wrapped around the base are etched into your throbbing walls. he fucks you better. his hips snap against yours with more purpose, passion, like getting you off is all he wants. your nails scratch at the hands bruising your thighs when his thrusts become painfully sharp but you can’t stop the high you’re getting from it. “want you to cum in me.” you hiccup. your eyes meet his, the blue-black piercing right through you. “want me to knock you up?” he scoffs with a smirk on his lips, you could cum at the proposition.

“i’ll give you anything you want, baby.” he says through gritted teeth while his nails break through the skin of your thighs, crimson droplets paint his fingers. there’s a pang in your chest at the pet name, like your heart is eating itself. why couldn’t your ex ever treat you like this? why did you have to find the admiration you craved from a guy you met at the bar? you can’t stop yourself from crying out in pleasure when he presses his hand down on your lower abdomen, pulling you back to reality. there’s no time to even think with the way he’s fucking you. his cock pounds your abused cervix so sweetly, like your cunt was made for him.

“please.” you don’t know what you’re pleading for, you can’t even feel your face at this point. so fucked out on cock that you don’t remember how you felt before. his hand roughly grabs at your jaw, forcing you to look at him. the blues swirling in his eyes are hypnotic, you feel your orgasm getting closer as you get lost in his gaze. “say it, tell me what you want.” his face is closer to yours, you want to mesh your lips with his, to feel be completely tangled in his body. but you’re too weak to do anything but moan like a pornstar. his cock is so deep in you that he’d split you open if he bottomed out. “c’mon, use this pretty mouth of yours.” he says against your lips, depriving you of a kiss.

you can see a faint scar below his cheek through your foggy vision. you could die at the way he’s looking at you, with lust and adoration. a look your ex never held. his heavy breathing mixes with the gasping moans you’re letting out, “kiss me, please.” the feeling of his lips colliding with yours sends you over the edge, he kisses you so well as if your lips are a medicine he’s been dying to taste. his tongue collides with yours, feeling you out like he had done with your cunt moments ago. your head spins as your cunt tightens up, pulsating for a sweet release. “can i cum?” you breathe out against his mouth. “you don’t gotta ask, baby. cum on my cock all you want.”

your hazy eyes hit the back of your head as you reach seventh heaven. your sore legs are numb, your nails are piercing into his shoulders which only makes him pound your cunt harder. “there you go. good girl.” the praise is a symphony to your ears, you pathetically cum around his cock hard. the rush is too much for your intoxicated brain, hitting you stronger than when he ate you out like a feast. your moans are broken, strained. you see colors dancing behind your eyelids as you snap them shut. you’re heaving for air that seems like it’ll never come. you feel warm and so wet. “fuck.” he moans, his cock leaves your hole, making you feel empty. yet your thighs and ass feel drenched.

your blurry vision makes you see double as you watch him stroke his cock. he lets out a sweet moan when warm ropes of cum lay atop your stomach, his free hand grips at your waist. you sigh deeply as you finally catch your breath, like you just finished a marathon. his eyes divert down to your cunt, a smug smirk spreads across his lips. “never had a squirter before either.” your eyebrows furrow before sitting up and seeing the soaked sheets underneath you, your thighs covered in your own wet essence. “oh my god, this is so embarrassing.” you huff as you lay back down, hiding your face behind your hands. “i think it’s hot.” he hums, rubbing your sides. you peak behind your fingers to see him smiling softly.

“i can help you clean up.” his voice is hoarse, like he’s drained. his tired eyes blink slowly as he watches you. you almost feel guilty for making such a mess of yourself. “that’ll be nice, thanks.” your fingers lightly soothe over the scratches you left on his hands. “sorry for doing this, um…” your head pounds as you try to remember his name, the lust and faded alcohol still linger. what a terrible person you’ll be if you can’t even remember his name. “leon.” he finishes for you, stifling a laugh. “did i really fuck your brains out?” leon teases, grinning as you roll your eyes.

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heraisabadbitch · 8 months ago

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•.¸☆ ː̗̤̣̀̈̇ː̖́ ☆¸.•˚ how to plan your week according to the planets •.¸☆ ː̗̤̣̀̈̇ː̖́ ☆¸.•˚

Monday: Moon Day ☽

If you notice you tend to feel a moody energy at the start of your work weeks; you can blame our dear friend the Moon. Monday's are ruled by the Moon, which presides over our intuition and emotions. Moon Days can bring a low or heavy energy to the day.

Things to do on Moon days:

☆ Light exercise (walking, yoga, etc)

☆ Self care

☆ Reflect on emotions/journal

☆ Meditation

☆ Prioritizing rest + quiet time

Tuesday: Mars Day ♂

Tuesday is a shift from Monday as it is ruled by Mars, the planet of action. You may feel more confident and motivated; more like you're ready to take on the world.

Things to do on Mars days:

☆ Get started on new projects you've been thinking about

☆ Get as many tasks complete from your to-do list as possible

☆ Avoid unnecessary drama/fights

☆ Get a morning workout in

Wednesday: Mercury Day ☿

As Wednesday is ruled by Mercury; the planet of communication, creativity, + curiosity, thoughts and words come more easily. It is one of the most productive days of the week.

Things to do on Mercury days:

☆ Respond to texts/answer emails

☆ Research topics

☆ Make long-term plans

☆ Apply for jobs/schedule interviews

Thursday: Jupiter Day ♃

Since Thursdays are ruled by Jupiter, the planet of abundance and expansion, you may feel more generous or optimistic.

Things to do on Jupiter Days:

☆ Take a vacation day at work

☆ Take a college class

☆ Offer to tutor others

☆ Volunteer work

Friday: Venus Day ♀

Friday's are ruled by Venus; the planet of love, romance, + indulgence. You may feel more outgoing or flirtatious on Venus days.

Things to do on Venus Days:

☆ Spa day/night

☆ Movie night with friends

☆ Go for a first date/get dinner with a partner

☆ Enjoy a night out with friends/a partner

☆ Buy concert tickets

Saturday: Saturn Day ♄

Saturday's are ruled by Saturn; the planet of structure and discipline, so you may feel more motivated to get some of your to-do list done.

Things to do on Saturn Days:

☆ Update your weekly schedule

☆ Listen to motivational podcasts/TED talk

☆ Improve your morning routine

☆ Meal prep

☆ Grocery shop

Sunday: Sun Day ☉

Sunday's are ruled by the Sun which presides over our self expression and ego.

Things to do on Sun Days:

☆ Spend extra time with your pets

☆ Get brunch with a friend

☆ Go for a drive

☆ Read your favorite book

★ .* . ∅ ° ☆ * ･thank you for reading ★ .* . ∅ ° ☆ * ･

I am not a professional astrologer, these are suggestions based on the studies i've done so far but i am constantly studying and nowhere near a professional🫶

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heraisabadbitch · 9 months ago

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dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

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heraisabadbitch · 9 months ago

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This is such a skill

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heraisabadbitch · 10 months ago

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dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

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heraisabadbitch · 10 months ago

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So, as you know, or don't, an employee got fired from Starbucks and they posted all the recipes online =)

part 1

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heraisabadbitch · 11 months ago

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A magnificent beauty that hides the greatness and delicacy of a heart willing to give itself totally. A beautiful body that protects the most charming and wonderful soul.

Libra Rising: Intensity & Grace

People with a beautiful interior and a beautiful exterior who make relationships with others something pleasant. Rational but without shutting up your heart. Throughout their lives they have faced extreme or somewhat chaotic situations which led them to generate a balanced personality, someone had to be the cool head, the point of stability and they assumed that role. It is difficult for them to feel like they can relax, so one of the things they want most is a quiet life full of pleasant things for them. There is a fear of failing and losing control, they demand excellent performance from themselves, but with others they are more understanding. Their morals are linked to them and they will always seek to do the right thing. Faithful to their judgment and instincts.

With Scorpio in the 2nd house what happens is that the native perfectly understands the importance of money, even becoming very good at managing it, however, they prioritize and give a lot of value to the emotional, the real thing that can not only see but also feel. It is difficult for them to feel that stability; it is likely that since they were young they have had to be very attentive or that they felt insecure both about what was happening around them and insecure about their own value. They may have the mistaken idea that they have to do something to be enough. They take care of what they value and if something or someone gives them that feeling of stability, they can become very devoted to them. Being the house of values, these people become very attached to their instinct, which is usually strong and they let themselves be carried away by it. One of the things that gives them great pride is saying that they can earn their own money, because they dislike others telling them how and what to spend their money on. They take loyalty to another level, since it, accompanied by transparency, are things that matter a lot to them. They are prone to jealousy and insecurity that what they want will leave their lives.

With Sagittarius in the 3rd house we face a duality that is little talked about, one that shows us that these natives have a charismatic, jovial and positive way of communicating [even becoming excellent when it comes to showing what they think with clarity] but who nevertheless have a sharp capacity to defend their points of view fiercely and with great, great intelligence. These people have the quality of being very direct and rooted with their ideas while they have no problems with those who think differently than them. They are likely to be curious about ideas, people, and places other than those they are used to, have an insatiable thirst for knowledge, and are likely to be experts or very good at one or more topics. There is a tendency to procrastinate or want to do many things at the same time. They process and understand things very quickly and are easy to teach what they know. They have a tendency to get distracted very quickly, they can become interested and disinterested in certain topics, and they are likely to become disinterested once they already know enough about the topic or if it becomes too technical or monotonous for them. They have a lot of wisdom and can give off big brother vibes regardless of their age or what place they occupy among their siblings. If they have siblings, it makes the relationship very dynamic and complex, because they are very different. In the best of cases, the relationship is very fun and positive despite the differences, this is because Jupiter will be ruling this house.

The emotional depth of those with Capricorn in the 4th house is something only those who truly love know. A heart that is somewhat shy when it comes to opening itself for fear of being hurt or judged, of being denied affection and protection, hides the beauty of the purest and most devout intentions. They are natives with the willingness to defend what they love, to provide that stability and constancy that never makes those they love doubt their love and interest. They simply give what they felt they didn't have when they were younger. Many of their greatest and perhaps even hardest lessons lie in their families or childhood, expectations placed on them, the conditions of having to do something or achieve things to deserve loved ones, or even a need to be flawless. Beyond that personality with whom you can chat about interesting things and with whom you can have fun, there is a somewhat reserved person with their true feelings, someone who learned to fend for themselves and deal with their emotions on their own but who knowing how hard it is, they would never let someone they love go through it. Those whom they consider family or with whom they have a very strong emotional bond, know how dedicated they are in their relationships, will have their most hard-working and dedicated side. This can be an indicator of someone starting their own business or working from home, it also helps the person find comfort in their work.

Their beauty and appeal is something that stands out thanks to Aquarius in the 5th house, which makes them stand out from the crowd. There is something ethereal, enigmatic and unique about them that not only makes them irresistible people but also makes them unforgettable and remarkable couples. These people enjoy a free and natural romance where they can be themselves uninhibitedly and where their partner can be authentic. They like equal relationships, both are worth the same and both contribute the same. They tend to attract very intelligent, independent people, even with a rebellious touch. This placement favors creative expression and spontaneous bursts of inspiration. They can be people with great intellect and great abilities to communicate in any way. It increases the chances of having friends who generate romantic interest or who become the native's partner. They have the ability to naturally charm other people, people are attracted to them because of their authenticity, because of their intellect and way of seeing things and because the native wants to see the inside of the other in its entirety and is capable of loving them as they are, without putting expectations and without wanting to change them. They need a lot of intellectual connection with their partner, that they are both on the same level, that they think similarly and that they have compatible aspirations. If they decide to have children, they can be ambiverts, independent, very creative, talented and very entertaining.

One of the qualities that may not be mentioned much regarding these natives is compassion and ability to help others feel better, this can be attributed to Pisces in the 6th house, which indicates their emotional, deep and understanding approach towards those. things that are understood as mundane or normalized. They are able to see the most personal side of the person and their experiences. These people help others selflessly, are attentive to the needs and discomfort of others and have qualities to support and heal or even guide others to the path of self-healing. They can feel a very strong connection with animals and awaken sympathy in them. Since this is a house linked to details, it also makes it likely that the native can become obsessed with the idea of being perfect or performing perfectly, reaching constant self-demands. They dream of making a change and helping others through their work or skills. Since I mentioned skills, not only do they have the abilities to understand and heal others, but this also shows an artistic inclination and great gifts for it. Without trying very hard, they can be liked by other people a lot, since this overlay can cause their specific co-workers to feel a lot of liking, curiosity and sympathy for them. These people can work in all kinds of artistic branches, particularly illustration, music or cinema, as psychologists or psychiatrists, as nurses, doctors and any job that allows them to help or support others. These people may have a tendency to forget things related to their health at some point in their life, such as taking their medications, staying hydrated, getting enough sleep, or even eating.

The amount of energy, attention and totality with which these natives give themselves to their relationships is due to Aries in the 7th house. They actively seek to give importance to their partner and include them in their lives, being a team with them in all fields, feeling that they are one are things that these natives strive for in relationships. They are passionate, direct and very determined once they decide on their special someone. They fill the life of their loved one with emotion, intense sensations and an evident, clear and fiery love. They want complicity and exclusivity, and in return they will give the same. They tend to prefer people who are blunt with what they want and with their emotions, someone who does not hide what they feel out of ego or fear, rather someone who dares to give themselves completely to them and accept them with contentment. Despite their romantic and sensual nature and the fact that they love to enjoy the strong emotions caused by the excitement of entering a relationship, it is likely that they will have few or only one marriage in their entire life, as they are quite selective when it comes to to love someone.

When Taurus is placed in the 8th house, sex is an art that is enjoyed from start to finish, from the flirting, the stolen smiles to the subtle but exciting touch that leaves hints of desire. The mischievous looks towards the lips that lead to that passionate and romantic scene of union between them and their loved one. They obtain and give pleasure equally, they enjoy provoking as many sensations as possible in their partner and they, in turn, will seek to explore every step of desire that is available to take. They are people with great sensuality and physical attractiveness, from their mannerisms, the shape of their body to their magnetic personality. These natives can have a strong fear of losing what it took them time to achieve, they can be very selective with who they want to be close to for fear of betrayal. They tend to be very touchy people with those they love, physical proximity is important even if there is no sex involved. Jealousy can be something common for them, there is the possibility of being jealous in their relationships or attracting somewhat jealous people. At the same time, they may face many situations where people envy them. They are capable of providing a lot of stability and emotional constancy to their partner, but they will need the same in return.

When we see Gemini in the 9th house, this means that you have a natural inclination towards learning and seeking knowledge. They stand out for having a quick and curious mind, and they like to explore different points of view and perspectives. They really like to do a lot of research on the topics that catch their attention and have the ability to store a lot of knowledge. Foreign travel is very common with this placement and opportunities to study abroad may arise. They also have a knack for communicating your ideas and thoughts clearly, charmingly and effectively. They likely have a strong desire to expand their horizons and explore the world. They may enjoy traveling and learning about different cultures and countries. They may be drawn to higher education and academic studies, and may do well in areas such as literature, journalism, language, or philosophy. These natives have an open mind and are willing to explore different concepts, points of view and beliefs. They may be a seeker of truth and have an intellectual approach towards their spiritual beliefs.

Then we find Cancer in the 10th house, a house ruled by the Moon that causes the native to acquire popularity and attention very easily. They give the impression of being a sensitive person and in touch with their emotions, as well as a person caring about other people's emotions, which is why they usually have a good reputation. Their mere presences can give other people a great sense of comfort. These people have a strong need to achieve great things to feel proud of themselves, and they also need to achieve their ambitions to feel content. Your work can give you a lot of comfort and/or you can give comfort to others through your work. One of the effects of this overlay, being a house ruled by the Moon, makes the native prone to envy in their work area. In their work they can have the support of women or work with/for them. They can be very receptive to the opinions and criticism of others, which can affect their confidence and self-esteem. They can also be a very dedicated and committed person to their profession, but if the Moon makes many tense aspects you may feel insecure and constantly seek approval from others. It can make people very sensitive to failures or rejections in the workplace and be afraid of them. They can work as caregivers, chefs, teachers, in medical fields.

Something this rising is known for is its ability to become popular and appreciated easily, and although it can easily be attributed to Venus ruling their 1st house, you should also take a look at Leo in the 11th house. With this overlay, people can be very influential with other people, they have a magnetic, charismatic and charming personality capable of putting anyone in a good mood. They can easily create trends and connect heart to heart with the masses. They are noble and supportive friends, even if the atmosphere between them and their friends is somewhat joking and payfully teasing, of fun and joy, when necessary, this native can fiercely defend his friends and provide them with a lot of warmth. Due to the nature of the sign, it is likely that these natives also have friendships in which there is constantly some drama. Their warmth and friendliness are capable of making a great first impression on others, their friendliness complements their attractive and strong personality so well. Great indicator of fame of any kind, more specifically on the internet. Being the house of profits, it indicates that these natives can earn money through creative ways or in jobs where they play a leadership role.

What's there when the door closes? What are you hiding in that heart that everyone seems to know but not completely? Oh my dear Virgo in the 12th house, it seems tense to deal with all of those demands of that tricky mind of yours are placed on your shoulders, those who already had to carry a lot in the course of your life. You seek to achieve perfection in what matters to you, you notice the slightest error in your actions, in your words and even in yourself, when within you lies a treasure of a human being. A devoted and hard-working person who always seeks to give their best. A precious soul upon whom the cross of excessive criticism and striving for perfection was imposed. You don't deserve any of that and you know it. It is difficult to see yourself with the gentleness with which you see others, but you are so deserving of the love and compassion that you yourself give, dear. A beautiful quality about you is that you will always seek to deeply analyze yourself and those who matter to you, it is not enough for you to know the surface, you want to know in depth. You give special meaning to your relationships and you will always strive to understand, not just hear, to appreciate and not just see, and to feel not just pretend. You have a strong desire to have things under control, especially of yourself. The idea of staying calm to avoid making a situation worse and being the adult in the problem, a longing for peace and tranquility in the face of the noise of your thoughts and doubts. There is nothing wrong with your feelings, it is okay to doubt sometimes and make mistakes, it is part of our growth, that the possibility of making mistakes does not limit you from trying what makes your heart shine.

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