#florist!leo

[willsimpforanyone]

hey !! i absolutely adore your account. your writing is just amazing!!! i was wondering if you could do more leo valdez smuts!?

ahhhh thank you so much i'm glad you like my writing!!

this will have obligatory spanish pet names in it because i am cringe and proud k thanks also it's a flower shop/tattoo shop au because that's the best trope i don't make the rules

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There was a tap on my shop door.

"Knock knock, chica, where you at?"

I rolled my eyes but grinned. "In the back," I yelled back. "Gimme a sec."

The door opened and closed, the little bell dinging, and I stripped off my black gloves. "Okay, all done! How'd you like it?"

Nico nodded approvingly at his new tarot card tattoo - Death, of course. "Looks awesome, how much do I owe you?"

"£180, because you're my favourite." I winked at him as I led him out the room.

He shook his head. "You know that's not the right price." Nico took out an envelope of cash and slid it across the counter. "£200, plus tip, don't even think about it."

He caught me before I could protest, and made to leave. "Hey Valdez."

From the sofa, Leo grinned up at him. "Hey dude, whatcha get?"

Nico pulled up his shirt sleeve to show off his new tattoo. Leo nodded approvingly. "Looks sick, Will's gonna love it." Nico coloured slightly but gave a small smile, nodded and left.

I leaned forward on the counter. "So, Valdez, what brings you to my dark corner of the world?"

He brandished the small collection of blooms he held. "Thought I'd bring it a little bit of colour." Beelining to where I had a wilting bunch of flowers in a vase, Leo swapped them out. I leant on my hand and smiled- he was right, the studio could use a little colour now and then.

"Is today the day I get to ink you?" I tapped my fingers on the wooden surface, fingers buzzing slightly from the tattoo gun.

Leo grinned. "Oh, you wish you could make your mark on this." He gestured down to himself, and I allowed myself to rake my eyes over him. His loose grey shirt was faintly patterned with roses, and his jeans clung to his legs appealingly.

"You have no idea, honey." I winked at him and got the pleasure of seeing his tan skin tinge with red.

He coughed lightly. "I don't think I'd suit tattoos, anyway." He shrugged. "Probably not, anyway."

I slipped out from behind the counter to face him. "Oh, I don't know, I wouldn't say that." I considered him carefully, as an art piece rather than a person. "Tattoos are for everyone, as long as they get something they love."

Leo shifted slightly and I reached out for his arm. He let me take it. "See, I'd do a flowering vine-" I ran my fingers down his left forearm. "-along here, delicate but thick enough not to get lost in your skin."

"Oh yeah?"

I nodded, reaching up to his shoulder. "Perhaps your favourite flower, or a flower of significance, resting on your shoulder." Carefully, carefully coming to rest a finger on his chest. "A little something here, anything you'd like, just for you."

Leo had frozen, deep brown eyes fixed on my face. I took a step back, not missing where Leo swayed towards me just slightly.

"Of course, it's up to you." Just for the hell of it, I decided to push my luck. "I have a few other ideas of how I could mark you, should you be interested."

I heard him let out a shaky breath and push dark curls behind his ears. Silently, I prayed that I didn't push it too far and scare him off. The crush I'd been harbouring for the past two months squeezed my heart.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, god I hope I'm not wrong, but we're very much not talking about tattoos anymore, are we?"

I turned round to see Leo with his hands clenched by his side and his lip being worried between his teeth. Slowly, I shook my head.

"No, not tattoos. Or rather, the kind that would fade in a couple days and are made with my mouth against your neck."

"Oh thank fuck." Leo relaxed and reached out, pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine.

Instantly my arms were wrapped around his neck and I was grinning like an idiot. For a brief moment I wondered if I had any more clients today but a quick glance at the clock told me it was past 6pm, closing time. Regretfully I pulled away from Leo and he pouted.

"What's wrong?"

I disentangled myself from his arms, racing to the door to lock it and turn the 'open' sign to 'closed' before returning to pull Leo's face down to mine. "Absolutely nothing, hermoso, nothing at all."

Leo let out a throaty groan and looped his fingers in my belt loops to pull me closer. "Woman, you are driving me insane." He kissed me hard, hips pressing againt mine and I felt heat flame in my stomach, looping and curling.

"Hey-" In between kisses, I tried to talk. "-I live-" Kiss. "-literally right upstairs-" Kiss. "-if you want to-" Kiss. "-take this further."

Leo pulled back this time, massive grin on his flushed face, already looking a mess. "Oh hell yeah, lead the way."

It took only moments to take his hand and lead him through my studio, up the stairs and into the flat I owned above my shop. I shut the door behind us and pinned Leo to it, fingers twisting and gently tugging at his hair. He whined and slipped his hands under my shirt, smoothing them along my stomach. "Do I get to see your tattoos?" He panted, eyes dark with want.

"Maybe, if you ask nicely." I winked at him. "But I believe I was going to give you a few."

"As many as you want, mi amor, whatever you want." Oh, this was going to be fun.

I pulled him away from the door and practically dragged him to my bedroom. I pointed to the pillows. "Sit."

He did it without question and I got a thrill of satisfaction. I crawled over to him, throwing a thigh over his lap and settling into his lap. Serious time for a moment. "If you want to stop at any point, let me know, okay?"

Leo nodded. "Same goes for you."

Cute. I pressed my lips to his gently, softly, a small thank you for being receptive. I shifted myself forward a little, until my hips were almost against his. My lips ghosted over his lips one last time before I swept along his jawline. I felt his hands hovering over my waist, my hips, my thighs, before I took his wrists and settled him on the tops of my thighs. "I'm not fragile, baby."

"Oh, I'm sure you're not, but if we keep going like this, I might be."

I rested my hands on his chest. "I'll try not to break you." Leaning in closer, I kissed just below his ear. "At least, not this time."

He whimpered, fingers digging into my flesh beneath my jeans.

I dragged my mouth along the planes of his neck, skin warm and heartbeat pounding beneath it. Finding his pulse point, I gave it a gentle suck, feeling Leo inhale sharply. "Good?"

He let out a shuddery breath. "Very good."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I nipped hard up and down his neck, leaving a trail of blossoming red in my wake. I bit purple roses and violets, tattooing the little moans and gasps from him into his skin. His collarbone was decorated with faint teeth marks, each one marked with the memory of a twist of his hips.

I pulled back briefly to tug at his button-down and he nodded emphatically, practically ripping it off so I could continue to kiss and bite and suck at his overheated skin.

"Hey," he breathed, tapping my thigh. "I made a questioning noise, still buried in his neck. "Hey, if you don't stop we're gonna have a problem that can only be solved with doing laundry and I don't think you have jeans my size."

"So what? I think that's sexy as fuck." I continued to work on the large brand I was sucking into his skin.

"My point still stands." He ran his hand up my back and into my hair, gently tugging to pull me away. I let a moan slip before I could catch it and Leo raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up," I poked at a hickey and he hissed. "You look like you got too enthusiastic with watercolour paints."

He rolled his eyes and before I could register the action, he flipped us round so he was hovering above me, elbows supporting him. "You've had your fun, reducing me to a whimpery mess, now it's my turn."

I bit my lip at the look in his eyes, suddenly feeling that I was wearing far too many clothes.

Waiting for any indication that he should stop, Leo dragged my shirt over my head as best he could, leaving me in a bra and my jeans. He caught his breath as he saw my tattoos. I was covered in them, an art gallery of my favourite things done by some of my favourite people. Reverently, he traced a finger over the lines and I shivered, goosebumps mottling my skin.

"Holy shit, you're gorgeous."

I gave a breathy laugh. "What, only just noticed?"

Leo shook his head, deadly serious. "No, you're always gorgeous, this is just... a new part of the gorgeous that I've never seen before."

My cheeks felt hot and I wriggled under him at the compliments. "You gonna do something about it, or?"

His eyes flicked up to mine. "What, you don't think I'd fuck you into next week if I had the chance?"

I didn't have a chance to formulate a retort. He deftly undid the fastening on my jeans and dipped his hand into them. I arched my back at the contact and Leo swore. "God, you're soaked, hermosa, glad to see I'm not the only one on the edge."

My hand made weak contact with his arm and he laughed. "Very much not a bad thing, very much a 'sexy as fuck' thing."

"Just fuckin' touch me, Valdez."

"As you wish."

He slipped a finger inside my pussy, and my eyes rolled back. Marking him up may have affected me more than I let on. "M-more, Leo, I need more."

Obediently, he added another finger, and another, curling all three so deliciously inside me. My hands were clutching at his shoulders, at the pillows, the bedspread, I was sure I looked a mess but Leo looked at me like I'd hung the stars in the damn sky.

"So fucking pretty, so beautiful, I'm gonna take you out on a proper date tomorrow, I swear." He muttered promises and affections and it was all I could do to not come right there, impaled on his fingers and whining desperately.

When his hand pulled away I nearly sobbed before he was kissing my face, murmuring reassurances. "I know, I know, but I gotta get your jeans and panties off, okay? You want me to fuck you, right?"

That gave me a little clarity, and I allowed him to tug off the rough demin both from me and from him. I threw myself to the side, rummaging around in my bedside table before triumphantly producing a foil packet.

Leo accepted the gift and I got to see him slip on the condom and bite his lip to not come from the contact.

"Leo." He looked up at me, curls a mess, lips slightly swollen.

"Fuck me into next week."

He pounced on me, hands grasping at my hips to pull me flush against him. The pads of his fingers tightened and I allowed myself a moment to imagine the bruises they would leave after this.

He guided his cock in between my thighs, pausing right at the entrance. "You all good?"

I smiled. "So very good."

He pushed into me with one swift motion and I cried out, feeling so full and so good. Leo pounded into me, looking as desperate as I felt. He buried his face into my neck. "Okay, super lame but I am not gonna last long."

"Super not lame." My voice sounded wrecked. "Super fucking hot that I got you that worked up. You are super welcome to come whenever you want."

I felt him smile against my skin. "You first."

His hand reached down in a feat of strength with how hard he was thrusting into me, and he began pushing circles into my clit. My head tilted back and Leo pressed sharp kisses into the exposed flesh.

The sensations were too much and would never ever be enough and I tilted my hips just right so he was hitting just right inside me and the thin line keeping me tethered snapped.

My nails dug into his shoulders and I came hard, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure and excitement and with just enough clarity I felt Leo's hips stutter as my pussy clamped down on his dick as I came. His swearing was muffled into my skin but he pushed into me as much as he could, coming with almost a shout.

There was a moment of quiet, the two of us remembering how to breathe and enjoying the feeling of being connected. It was with simultaneous groans that Leo pulled out of me, flopping to my side and pressing absent kisses to my shoulder.

"Well," he breathed. "How do my new tattoos looks?"

I ran my fingers over my masterpiece. "I'd say they look pretty good, if I do say so myself."

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yes i did get carried away lol hope you enjoyed and thank you for requesting!

[getwonderhoyd]

what if i started crying

[imnotsillly]

What sort of music would your OCs listen to/do they represent ?

I actually have playlists for almost all of my ocs! You can find those here :] Spotify

The easy answers would be

Isabelle loves Metal music, anything from the 2000s has a soft spot in her heart and reminds her of her youth. She's also a huge fan of Mexican Huasteco, mainly because she's a dancer, but also enjoys Yolanda Del Rio when it comes to Mariachi <3 I associate the song La Hija De Nadie the most with her!

Lola loves orchestra and Piano, she's very fond of ballet pieces like the Nutcracker and Swan Lake because she grew up dancing Ballet. I do however heavily associate her with Kate Bush, and credit The Wedding List as her song!

Dalia loves alt rock and things of that nature. I've always imagined her being a big fan of The Smashing Pumpkins and Siouxsie and the Banshees! Her entire character was inspired by a song by Fever the Ghost :3

Kylie loves trashy 2000s Pop and is a VERY dedicated Kesha fan, she loves anything loud, fun, and danceable!

Viv is a fan of electronic alt, she really loves Tikkle Me and Grimes, she was heavily inspired by the song Blow My Brains out!

Florist love love LOVES New wave and 80s rock music. It makes her feel comfortable and nostalgic, and is strangely one of the few things she can remember. She's a huuuuge Talking Heads fan!!!

Miss Guijarro finds enjoyment in 80s rock and old New Wave like Japan, DEVO, and Oingo Boingo. She likes the slower paced songs and listens to music to calm her down from panic attacks :3

Elodia of course, loves V-Kei and goth music! She's super into Malice Mizer, Versailles, and Unlucky Morpheus! I'd imagine that she's also pretty fond of classical music as well :3

Belladonna LOOVES Latin Jazz and performs with her very own band all the time! She's also obsessed with old swing music, stuff from the 1940s and jazz from the 20s. Donna loves Bachata and Merengue as well, as any latina should!!

Feliz is a fan of rap music, such as SPM or ICP, but has a soft spot for Latin rock like Malo, and Tejano like Selena!

Leo is a classical music enjoyer all the way, and he owns tons of vinyl records with Waltzes on em. He also has a soft spot for Tom Lehrer, and loooves Mark Bernes, a Russian singer from the 1940s. Such old music reminds him of the music his parents would play, and he looks back fondly on him and Lola listening to the songs as kids.

Isaiah goes crazy for Mexican 90s Ska, as well as Boleros. He also has a bit of a soft spot for Mariachi, as he used to play as one. I think that the song "Pachuco" by Maldita fits him very well! :3

[rinsknife]

Got this Au in my head where Butters becomes a tattoo artist.

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Boston Massachusetts Florist: Charles Leo Benson Obituary - The Columbus Dispatch

Boston Massachusetts Florist

Charles Leo Benson Obituary - The Columbus Dispatch

by noreply@blogger.com (Loni Cardon) on Monday 13 March 2023 02:34 AM UTC-05

Charles Leo Benson, age 87, passed away March 10, 2023. Leo was an electrician at John Glenn Airport and employed by the City of Columbus. He was. Providence Providence RI Rhode Island March 12, 2023 at 07:34PM

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[theblacklewinsky]

Note: a draft your girl finally finished after a month of just sitting there. hopefully y'all enjoy!

TAKEN CARE OF. | Aaron Pierre.

Cuck!Toxic!Terry Richmond x Black! Female Reader.

Warnings: MNDI!! this story is 18+ with depictions but not limited to; sexual content ( threesome, oral sex (f receiving) fingering, cucking), extreme language (cursing, use of b-word and others.) slight manipulation if you squint. daddy kink.

Summary: in which Terry wants to watch you and his homeboy.

how much fun it's gonna be together.

Smooth sounds of Donny Hathaways 'This Christmas' blared from the Alexa on your counter as you bounced around your spacious apartment kitchen. It was close to the holidays and you'd been scouring TikTok for an hour when you came across this sugar cookie recipe, two hours later and you finally were able to put this batch in the oven. You were a florist, not a baker.

You hummed along to the lyrics, sweeping up your debris and your flour catastrophe from earlier you hadn't even heard your boyfriend Terry come stalking into your shared apartment. In fact you weren't aware of anything, too lost in your enthusiasm for the sugar cookies and your dazed cleaning you only jumped when you felt arms slip around your waist, sheer shock quickly melted into warm familiarity when you felt Terry's lips against your cheek. You sighed in relief, nearly falling back into his grasp.

"Baby, you've gotta stop doin' that!" You huffed knitting your brows together in mock irritation as you turned to face him, swatting him playfully in the chest.

"Mhm," he hummed in no contest to your statement, knowing your words held no weight to him as he pulled you closer by the sheer tank top you wore pressing his lips against yours softly, leaving three slow, lingering kisses behind, you noticed how faintly he tasted of alcohol. "What you in here makin?" He looked at you eyes narrowing as he thumbed away a bit of flour that seemed to stick to your cheek. Skepticism ruled his gaze, since he was the primary cook, you barely knew your way around breakfast and here you were baking sugar cookies. We love an impulsive diva.

"Sugar cookies," you smiled innocently, "I found an easy recipe on TikTok and I wanted to try it," you decided not to tell him about the two bags of flour you used trying to perfect this so called easy recipe, instead easing his mind with two soft kisses. "How was your boys night?" You asked him about the events prior, he didn't often have a boys night out between coordinating martial arts classes at his gym, and spending whatever free time he had with you, he deserved a night out.

"It was cool, I'm glad to see my baby though," he mumbled a little shrug in his shoulders as he reached out to grab you by the thin material of your tank top once again, he was always so touchy when he was tipsy. Not that you were complaining though, you loved any type of affection from your man. "Why you so far from me? I wanna feel you."

"I'm literally right here," you giggled school-girlishly as he tucked his face in the crook of your neck softly nibbling and kissing there.

"You still ain't close enough," he declared, voice slightly muffled by your flesh. He pressed one more lingering kiss there before steadying both his hands on either sides of your hips, his expression growing more serious. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about though."

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "Boys night? What happened?"

"Lotta shit baby," he vaguely commented before continuing, "you know my nigga Leo," he paused waiting for your verification to which you gave him with an easy nod. You did know Leo, he'd came over to your house warming earlier in the year when you and Terry both decided to move in together, and he'd showed up for a couple of the events you guys hosted at your place. So you'd seen him a handful of times, and a handful of times you caught him staring. But that was a normality to you, you were a strikingly gorgeous woman and you knew that. Plus, Leo was your man's homie, and you didn't get down like that. Or did you?

"Yeah, you know he left the club a lil earlier than us—his lady was trippin' and shit on him. Long story short, she threw all his shit out and he just having a bad night, he could use some cheering up," he calmly said, leaning down to pepper kisses all over your face.

Your brows furrowed at his words. Confusion had settled in at once, how were you supposed to cheer him up? You'd barely said more than ten words to him. "Cheer him up like what? I can give him some cookies? Or do you want me to make him a sandwich or something?"

Terry chuckled against your cheek, the deep rumbling of his chuckle sent vibrations through you that sent throbbing waves to your core. You were turned on by this man's chuckle? You were too deep in. "Nah, I need you to cheer him up in a different way mama," he explained focusing his kisses primarily against your lips.

You pulled back from the kiss, "I don't know what you—"

Terry silenced you, pulling you into a head spinning kiss. This wasn't a soft peck, or a couple quick kisses to your lips, this one was slow, and passionate. He was trying to devour you, for whatever reason. "You trust daddy, right?" He asked when you parted to catch your breath. He continued his sizzling kisses down to your jawline.

"Yeah, but—"

Terry pulled back his own brows furrowing as he grabbed your jaw firmly in his hand, "you trust daddy, right?" He repeated his question more firmly making you nod slowly, your big brown eyes boring into his.

"Yes," you answered breathlessly as he leaned down to kiss your lips once more.

"Yeah, you do," he mumbled in between kisses to your lips, " 'course you trust daddy. Of course you do."

"You wanna be a good girl for me, don't you?" He followed up with another question that had furthered your peaking arousal. You nodded against his lips, highly turned on, highly dazed. Terry always had this effect on you. He had a way with that mouth.

"Yes, I'd do anything for you." You declared between kisses. And why did you go and blurt that out? It was of course mostly true, but part of it had to do with the spiking arousal you felt. You wanted his tipsy ass to order you around this kitchen, tell you what to do to him, how to do it to him. But maybe you shouldn't have said this to him, although he already knew it, it was dangerous hearing it from you.

"Yeah?" He mumbled pressing his lips against yours once more, earning a dazed nod from you. "I'm glad you said that baby, cause I want you to give yourself to him."

You froze. Give yourself to him? You'd talked about threesomes before, not that Terry wasn't enough for you, he was more than enough. But it was his idea, and you were always down to try anything once. He talked about wanting to share you with another man, watch you, make sure you got yours but this was...a lot. Spontaneous might as well had been you and your man's middle names but this was again, a lot.

He noticed your apprehension and took that as the cue to kiss it all away. "You said you trust daddy, right? Do anything for me?" He muttered all his questions against your lips and you nodded slowly.

"I do," you obliged.

"So why I see you hesitating?"

"Cause I'm not a whore!" You exclaimed folding your arms over chest, a slight pout forming on your lips. The hesitation you had wasn't because you were scared, or nervous about Leo. But what if he was good, so good, too good, what if Terry started to get territorial as he often did. What if this was a big mess?

"You not, baby," Terry agreed his lips meeting your pouted ones once more. "But you my slut, and you wanna make daddy happy and do anything for him, right? This what I want."

"You can make that happen for me?" He asked softly, awaiting your response, to which you squeaked out a small yes. Such a slut.

"Good girl, baby," he muttered to you the praise making your pussy flutter as he sent yet another kiss to your lips, "love that shit." Dazed, you hadn't realized he was leading you into the living area where Leo had been sitting on your sectional all along. Luckily, the Christmas music blaring from the kitchen masked your whole private conversation with your man.

"Baby, you know Leo. Leo, you know my bitch." He muttered keeping his attention preoccupied by you, kissing and nibbling wherever he could from your face to your neck, his hands roaming all around your frame. He gathered all your attention, barely giving you a minute to acknowledge the man you were about to give yourself to on the couch.

"And before she take care of you," he paused in between hot kisses to your neck causing small whimpers to slip past your lips as you tilted your head to give him more access to the sensitive flesh there, "you gon take care of my bitch, like I always do. Ain't that right, mama?"

"Mhm," you hummed through a moan nodding eagerly.

"Get yo' ass over there on that couch then," he commanded to you, voice low and raspy. You bit down on your bottom lip to impede the moan that threatened to slip past your lips at his tone. You mustered up enough strength, however, to pull yourself away from him—earning a sharp slap to your ass. This was exactly what you wanted though, him to boss you around, make you feel overheated, you never envisioned another

You sat on the sectional, a few away from Leo, watching your man earnestly as she made sure to take a seat beside you, you leaned in to kiss him and was stopped short.

"Mm mm," he hummed to you, " turn around, and face him." Pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before you slowly turned around to face Leo. Back against your man's chest you never pictured yourself here even with the few conversations you and Terry had about a threesome.

You always had a way of making some things awkward, it was just part of your nature. Do you look at him? Try to be seductive? Not look at him? Everything had your mind racing, you were comfortable, sure, but how do you please another man in front or your man without it being weird?

"You okay?" Terry asked softly in your ear, making you nod earnestly as you finally made eye contact with Leo. Terry's wandering hands easing your slight nervousness, slipping up your tank top, hands immediately going to fiddle with your bra covered breasts. "Rub her down, relax my bitch." He muttered, words muffled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, sending a flurry of wet kisses and nibbles there. You were already relaxed, so relaxed.

Leo met your eyes once you could fully open them, "you good with this?" He asked you softly, wanting your full consent before he touched you. You gave him a slow nod, watching as he inched closer to you, his big hands making your skin sizzle as soon as he started to rub the fatty flesh there, squeezing and kneading.

Leo was attracted to you, that was no surprise. You could see it, Terry had seen it—it'd take a blind man not to see how enthralled he'd become every time you seemed to be around. His eyes followed your every move every time he laid eyes on you, and now he had his hands touching you intimately. It was surreal to him.

But to you, it felt good. Feeling two sets of hands on your upper body, and your lower body was completely intoxicating. Terry's swooning kisses on your neck had heat radiating throughout your whole body, and Leo's hands massaging and kneading your meaty thighs had the arousal in your panties spreading. You felt so hot, so turned on. You didn't feel as small as you did before with both men in the room—you felt confident, sought after.

"Look at you, enjoyin' this shit," Terry muttered into your ear, lips tracing the shell of your small ear, "tried to act like you ain't want this shit," he spoke roughly as his hands ripped the very bra that covered your breasts down, pulling the tank top up over the c cups he so badly wanted to see, his chin resting on your shoulder as his big hands canvased your breasts. Nothing but a weak whimper of so called protest being your only reply.

"I know what my bitch want," he muttered to you, so lost in his words you hadn't given Leo a second gaze when you felt his fingers tugging the waistband of your leggings, "try to act like you not a slut. You got two niggas feelin' on you right now, mama. What that make you, hm?" He hummed, both his thumbs and pointer fingers pinching and pulling your sensitive buds. Your shuddering breaths filling the atmosphere of your living area. Terry just knew what to say.

But maybe you were too lost in his words, because you hadn't even noticed that now your panties had been pooled around your ankles, and discarded across the living room by Leo. You hadn't noticed until you felt him spreading your thighs and resting them above his own shoulders. He laid flat on his stomach across your sectional, your brown eyes boring into his lighter ones as he pressed soft, teasing kisses along your inner thighs.

Terry, noticing just how anxious you were getting; hands fisting the cushioning of your couch beneath you, your slightly quickened breathing. He smirked into the crook of your neck, pressing soft lingering kisses there. He knew you would enjoy this shit, just as much as he was enjoying just watching you.

A soft, shallow gasp slipped past your lips once he finally licked a small patch up starting from your hole, all the way back up to your clit. A small tremble in your thighs was a testament to just how turned on you'd been from this whole ordeal.

"Mhm," Terry hummed into your ear, "you so fuckin' horny, look at you. Thighs already tremblin' and he just started, mama." Terrys words with the way Leo's lips were now latched around your swollen nub, him softly moaning into your pussy, sending a wave of vibrations through you. Your mouth falling open, a soft moan slipping past your lips as your head fell back against Terry's broad shoulder.

"Listen to him, you taste good to him baby," Terry mumbled his hands now rubbing more firmly across your breasts, "taste so good to him—can't wait to taste you later."

The abrupt removal of his mouth sent of pang of disappointment through you, a disapproved whimper coming from you as you lifted your head only to see the man before you, his eyes locked onto your heated core as he spat down onto your pussy, his pointer finger and middle finger spreading you apart for him, his fingers lazily rubbing the extra wetness in, before slowly guiding his slender fingers into you.

Two pairs of eyes watched your expression eagerly, your mouth gaped open once again, the slight roll of your eyes making Terry chuckle as your lips formed into a small frown. "Fuuuck," you slurred out, your hole immediately clenching around his fingers as he immediately returned to his fixation with your clit. Leo was obviously a man of few words, but his mouth made up for the little talking that he did. He was so good.

"You feel taken care of, baby? He takin' care of you the way daddy do?" Terry asked you, lips kissing and sucking whatever exposed skin he could, leaving red and purple bruises wherever he landed. You nodded eagerly, not trusting yourself to form words. Leo's lips latching and unlatching on your clit, with loud, sloppy sucks.

"Talk to me, bitch," he said more firmly at the absence of your response, hand gripping your jaw firmly.

"Yessss, i feel taken care," you trailed off, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, pretty eyes going crossed as your hand held the back of Leo's head in place, the familiar burning coil in the pit of your stomach only getting bigger. "Shiitt, yes, yes, yes!" Your usual soothing tone now high and frantic. You nodded vigorously to nothing in particular, just the overwhelming pleasure you were currently succumbing to.

"You wanna cum, hm? You wanna cum don't you? I can feel that shit." Terry asked, you nodded in response, you couldn't talk. Small gasps ripping through you as you felt Leo's fingers pushing into you with a different vigor, his fingers nudging that sweet spot all too well. "Yeah? She wanna cum, make my bitch cum." He spoke, voice slightly muffled by his lips pressed against your skin, lewd words directed toward Leo.

"But you better not fuckin' cum bitch," he mumbled more quietly to you, lips trailing back up your neck to your ear, "you better not fuckin' cum for another nigga unless I tell you to, you hear me?" He muttered to you, a sharp edge to his quiet tone as his lips teased the shell of your ear.

A small whine slipped past your lips, Leo's mouth and fingers working in complete overtime to make you do just that, cum. But you knew better than anything that Terry controlled every nut that you got, whether inflicted by him, you, or toy. You should've known another man was no different.

"Please, daddy," you breathlessly and desperately pleaded, hoping that your soft and sweet pleas would sway him.

"Mm-mm," he hummed in protest, lips kissing the shell of your ear softly, but you persisted in your slurring pleas for him to let you cum, mumbling nonsense in between broken words of how much you needed to, "what i say? Stop beggin' bitch, I said no. Hold it." He firmly said, hand slapping firmly against your cheek. In between Terry's now territorial nature and Leo's drive to make you cum you felt so light, but so heavy at the same time. Your mind seemed to be elsewhere, body denying to release the way you so badly wanted to, the nagging urge sending tears to your eyes.

It wasn't until Terry seen the tears cascading down your cheeks, minutes down the line that his resolve started to deteriorate. He loved seeing you come undone, broken, all under a simple command by him. But he also loved seeing the pretty faces, and hearing the most prettiest sounds when you came. "Why you cryin' baby? You wanna cum that bad?" He asked you brows furrowed in mock concern, dragging his hand down to your neck, forcing you to look up at him through your watery, blurred vision.

He didn't allow time for your answer, his own lips connecting with your swollen ones softly. "Cum. Cum for daddy. Cum in his mouth, bitch. All of it." He said firmly, against your lips. Your own breathing seemed to leave you, your own resolve crumbling once you heard the words leave his mouth.

And as much as he loved hearing you moan, loved hearing all the pretty noises you made when you came undone for him, he couldn't let another man get the satisfaction of hearing that, his own lips drowning whatever sounds you made. Some things, were reserved just for him.

hey y'all! started this a month ago, and just now finishing it. idk think it has to grown on me y'all lmaooo! i hope you all enjoyed <3

tag list: @avoidthings @megamindsecretlair @nickidub718 @keehendrixx @planetblaque @blowmymbackout @b2hotty @partypoison00 @grooveoftiro @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @macgrubberrr @dxddykenn @motheroffae

pretty sure I forgot some & I added some just by random and comments lolz, if I forgot you please let me know, my adhd and memory is horrible <3

[miloformula123fan]

for 150 followers, I am announcing my big current project - the bachelor, but f1 style.

basically, i was talking to leo about how they should decide the mercedes seat bachelor style, which descended into this.

how it will work:

once i publish a chapter, i will also publish a poll - this poll will be WHO TO ELIMINATE, NOT who stays.

whoever 'wins' that poll will be eliminated and we will continue the remaining contestants

i will publish the first chapter 'soon-ish', so you're not voting off the moodboard, don't worry

the moodboards do have some easter eggs for the future, relying on them not being eliminated.

also yes i fiddled with the ages, deal with it.

so - meet your contestants

y/n y/l/n, 25, f1 driver for aston martin - the bachelor

and the people vying for his heart

kimi raikkonen, 34, financier from finland

2. logan sargeant, 23, dj from usa

3. daniel ricciardo, 33, photographer from australia

4. alex albon, 27, lawyer from thailand

5. mark webber, 37, bodyguard from australia

6. liam lawson, 22, firefighter from new zealand

7. fernando alonso, 42, physio from spain

8. esteban ocon, 27, baker from france

9. yuki tsunoda, 23, chef from japan

10. carlos sainz, 29, football player from spain

11. lance stroll, 25, heir from canada

12. max verstappen, 26, cat shelter owner and vet from the netherlands

13. sebastian vettel, 36, florist, conservationist and activist from germany

14. oscar piastri, 22, author from australia

15. mick schumacher, 24, surfer from germany

16. nico rosberg, 38, philanthropist from germany

17. arthur leclerc, 24, model from monaco

18. lewis hamilton, 38, model from the uk

19. george russell, 26, CLASSIFIED from the uk

20. jenson button, 34, artist from the uk

21. charles leclerc, 26, fashion designer from monaco

22. pierre gasly, 28, lead singer of a boy band from france

23. lando norris, 24, twitch streamer from the uk

24. toto wolff, 41, ceo billionaire from austria

25. susie wolff, 31, girlboss from scotland

---

taglist of people who i think may be interested in this (but let me know if you want to be added or removed):

@leosxrealm, @tallrock35, @wolf-knights, @janeholt3, @badblondebisexualboy, @ghostking4m

[mermaidenmystic]

Leo Schöninger ~ The Greek Florist dated 1851

"Galvanography produced for the members of the Albrecht Dürer association in 1851 in Munich by Leo Schöninger (1811-1879) after a painting by Auguste Riedel in Rome belonging to his Highness King von Wurttenberg."

[itstivan]

I want a sbg x pjo au SO BAD. But in my opinion.. NO ONE DOES IT RIGHT!!! (in my opinion don’t attack me)

but i want to read it not make it!!!

but here it is.. what I THINK the sbg kids cabins would be.. with explanations.

HEROES OF OLYMPUS SPOILERS??

I’ve debated about this for a while, talking to people in a discord server about it and shit like that. But in my opinion I feel like there are various routes you could take with this.

For example, say ashlyn or aiden are one of the MAIN characters. So a child of the big three. But I think they both do not fit Poseidon.

I feel like Ashlyn would be a child of Zeus, and Aiden would be a child of Hades. I don’t think I really need to explain why I think this, but wtv..

To sum it up, Zeus with Ashlyn because she took on the role as leader. And some more shit but wtv,

And Aiden as Hades because he’s edgy! /j

there’s more to it but I think you prob get my gist.

NOW TO ACTUAL HOUSES AND NOT BIG THREE!!!!

Ashlyn would be a child of Athena. I think everyone pretty much agrees with this. Her being the strategist while also being good at fighting. She make’s the groups plans and is the leader of the group. People rely on her, and her ideas.

(if this was an au I made, Ashlyn would be badass with a sword. idc what anyone says)

But I also feel like, Ashlyn gives off pretty roman vibes.

So I also feel like she’d be a daughter of Bellona. She’s very set on her plans. She’s mature (for her age, ofc she still has regular 14/15 year old feelings) and responsible. She’s responsible for her actions, good at fighting, mostly a rule follower, and a lot more.

So i’m very torn between Greek/Athena Ashlyn OR Roman/Bellona Ashlyn.

Aiden would be a child of Hermes.

Due to moving around a lot during his childhood links to Hermes being the God of travelers. As well as his speed and durability, a thing most travelers need. Also Aiden being mischievous also works with Hermes.

Ben would be a child of Apollo hands down.

The healing? Hello? He’s the groups designated healer. He healed Ashlyn, heals Aiden all the time, healed Tyler in the school, and also healed Logan. Or at least he tended to them wtv, SAME THING.

Also his love for music? Apollo being the god of music? it’s perfect guys i swear.

Logan would be a child of Demeter. Obviously because of his grandparents being florists, so maybe one of them is also a child of Demeter? Idk, anyways, he also has some ancestry to Urania, one of the nine muses, who is the patron to astronomy.

Now, the twins are tricky. They both have very distinct personalities and are completely different in the way they act. Tyler being standoffish, while Taylor being extremely friendly. And lots of other traits.

I feel like these two can fit under twos gods. So maybe either one of these.

I think they’re either Hephaestus kids, OR Aphrodite.

Hephaestus kids because Taylor is known for being in the robotics/mechanics club and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. Although she’s friendly to people and is an extrovert, I think she’d fit well be a Hephaestus kid. (similar to Leo maybe? except people like her… (sorry leo))

Now Tyler. I feel like he was the handyman of the house, which can be seen in that one panel of him fixing something. So I think he’d fit under that. And even if he didn’t tinker, I feel like he’d be the “mom” of the cabin and help other Hephaestus kids, like giving them tools and shit.

And then the twins being Aphrodite. I have no clue why but they kinda give off Aphrodite. They’re both popular and well liked, (even if Tyler doesn’t seem to like being popular…) they’re not pretty/handsome, and although Tyler has trouble regulating his emotions, I feel like he’d give pretty good emotional advice.

basically it for my sbg x pjo rambling… thanks for reading if you did :D

[forever-fixating]

RWRB Appreciation Month Bingo: First Family

For @rwrbsource and @rwrbmovie's RWRB Appreciation Month Bingo: First Family

First Family

Author's Note: All opinions are valid, but as someone raised by a working single mom, I find some of the fandom interpretations of Ellen disheartening. I felt compelled to write this, given all the bullshit swirling around in the news about Kamala Harris. I'm not saying Ellen is a perfect mom, that she didn't make mistakes with Alex and June, but I feel she is way better than some would give her credit for. Maybe that's just my bias showing because she reminds me so much of my mom. Plus, if we want to talk about parental neglect, I think that Catherine basically abandoning her children for years after Arthur's death deserves more scrutiny than is usually given. See my previous ficlet with Henry and Pez for more on that! (steps off soapbox)

Ellen Claremont could not sleep. Leo had taken his nighttime meds and fell fast asleep, currently snoring like a buzzsaw and making Ellen contemplate homicide. She went through her mental checklist one more time, nervous that she was forgetting something that would send the entire ceremony tumbling down tomorrow. Her baby boy was getting married. In the past week, she had gone through at least two packs of tissues from bursting into sporadic fits of tears. June gave her a one-armed hug when she started crying at the florist, confirming the delivery time and location for the arrangements.

"I'm so sorry," Ellen laughed, dabbing at her eyes. "It's just-"

"Oh, you don't have to explain, ma'am," the woman said with a sympathetic smile. "I bawled like a newborn baby when all three of mine got married. You look at them and still see the babies they once were."

"You should have seen her at the tux fitting," June said. Affecting a deep Southern accent, she mock-wailed, "Look at my little boy! He's so grown up. I remember dressing him for his first day of school and now-"

"You were crying too, as I recall!" Ellen said, smacking her oldest's arm. "Just wait 'till it's your turn. I'll be inconsolable."

The two women were joyfully involved in planning Alex's wedding. Right before her second term ended, Ellen was inundated with book deals to write about her historic presidency. After the dust settled and she returned to Austin, she finally went through her inbox and contemplated such a project. There was only one person she went to for help. She called her daughter and asked if she would be willing to work with her on the book.

June was hesitant at first, so Ellen said, "I think this could be good for us, honey. I know I can't make up for all the time we lost, but I don't want to lose anymore. You may not believe it all the time, but you and Alex have always been my greatest accomplishments."

As much as she wanted to, Ellen didn't tell Alex about her offer. She wanted June to want to do this with her. It took about three weeks, but one afternoon, June called. The first words out of her mouth were, "Warts and all, right? I don't want to leave any stone unturned."

"Warts and all," Ellen agreed. With a lump in her throat, she said, "Thank you, honey."

Working on the book with June was something Ellen would always treasure. Seeing her daughter in her element, neck-deep in research materials and pages of questions, made the older woman feel guilty for trying to force her into a box that suited Ellen's needs more than June's. There were days and nights of hard work and even harder conversations, but Ellen wouldn't trade a single second. June unburdened herself of long-held resentments. She cried over being forced to grow up too fast and pick up the slack of caring for Alex when Oscar left for California.

"I was so mad at you," June whispered, her voice wavering as she studied her manicured nails. "I was mad at you for making Dad leave, mad at you for always being busy, mad at you for putting total strangers before me and Alex."

Ellen reached out to take her daughter's hand when she cut herself off. It was difficult to hear how she failed her kids, but she knew June needed this. Their relationship wouldn't progress without addressing those hurts. June wiped her runny nose, saying, "As an adult, I realize there is more to it, but try telling that to a twelve-year-old who just wanted her mom to be like all the other moms. At home doing PTA and helping with my homework."

"I felt the same way about my momma," Ellen said, refilling their wine glasses. "Why couldn't I have new clothes instead of hand-me-downs from cousins? Why didn't she make me breakfast or pack me a lunch like Donna Reed? Never mind that she was a high school dropout and a widow working two, sometimes three, jobs just to support us. I couldn't see what she gave up, just what I lost."

June sniffled, her face crumpled. "I felt so guilty because you were out there changing the world, being this hero to so many, and all I could think was how I wanted you home with me, being my momma. I'm sor-"

"No, baby." Ellen pulled June into her arms and squeezed her tight. They were both crying now. "I can admit there were times when my job took precedence over you two. Christ, after what happened to Alex, I blamed myself and my relentless ambition. Why didn't I stay in Texas? Why couldn't I be happy there? How could I let something like this happen to my own son? But I told myself that if I did stay, he wouldn't have met the love of his life."

After tossing and turning for twenty minutes, Ellen gave up on sleeping and climbed out of bed. Immediate family on both sides chose to stay at the lakehouse before the big day. She slipped on her houseshoes and headed to the kitchen for a snack. She smiled when she saw Alex sitting at the counter, tapping away on his laptop.

"That better not be work-related," Ellen teased when she reached him, "or your husband-to-be will be mighty peeved."

Alex jumped but smiled sheepishly before closing the laptop. She took the chair next to him as he said, "I can neither confirm nor deny what I was doing, but I have a bottle of Maker's and a tub of Rocky Road to pay for your silence."

"Proceed, counselor."

Alex grinned and stood. She watched him move around the kitchen with the softest of smiles. The florist's words returned to her and never felt more true than in that moment. Though a young man stood there, pouring them whiskey and grabbing two spoons and a frosty tub of Bluebell out of the freezer, all she could see was a little boy arguing with a Seaworld employee, a lanky teen excited to drive without supervision. And now here he was, about to marry his fairytale prince.

When he caught her scrubbing the corner of her eye, he shook his head and said quickly, "No, no, no! Momma, please don't start crying 'cause if you start, I won't stop!"

"I'm sorry!" Ellen whimpered between giggles. Alex set their drinks down and put the Bluebell tub between them. As he took his seat, she sipped her whiskey and said, "You're just my baby boy, and you're getting married tomorrow. Poor Junie has been consoling me for weeks."

They clinked their glasses together, and he opened the ice cream. Each of them dug in with matching watery smiles. After a period of silence, Alex said softly, "Shit...I'm getting married tomorrow."

Ellen gave him a chocolate whiskey kiss on the cheek. "You sure are."

He ate another spoonful and said around it, "Is it weird that I'm not nervous? Like...I just want to go home with my husband and unpack our house together."

"Not at all, baby." She took another sip, relishing the burn down her throat. "Alex, when things were at their worst, your love for that boy was unshakeable. Trust in that always, and you'll be okay."

"Any other pearls of wisdom?"

Ellen snorted. "You sure you want my advice? I did get divorced."

"That's why I trust you more than most," he said, his eyes and voice so earnest. "May not have gotten it right the first time, but you got there eventually."

Ellen hummed. She thought back to her marriage with Oscar. Already pregnant, they opted for a quick ceremony with the Justice of the Peace. Neither of their families was happy about that decision, thinking they were moving too fast. All her momma could say when Ellen asked her to be there was, "You're gonna regret this, Ellie, but you're grown. I can't stop you."

"Well," Ellen sighed, leaning back into her chair, "the most important thing, especially since you're your momma's child, is to make time for him. Don't wait for birthdays or anniversaries to celebrate each other. If you see a trinket that makes you smile and think of him, buy it. The little moments are just as important as the big ones, baby."

"Is that why you and Dad didn't work?"

She gave her son a sad smile and said, "If I'm perfectly honest, I don't think your daddy and me would've made it long-term. We were both too stubborn to listen, too proud to compromise. But Alex, I wouldn't change a thing. All the mistakes I've made, the regrets I have...you two were never that."

Alex ducked his head, his long curls falling forward. "Goddamn it, Momma. Told you not to make me cry."

"Oh, baby," she laughed. Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed his head and said, "You and Henry are forever. I've never felt more certain about anything in my life."

"More than winning the Presidency?" Alex laughed.

"Especially more than that."

A/N: I tried to give space for valid criticisms of Ellen while still allowing for some grace and understanding. That she and Alex have such a good relationship in the book counts for something in my mind. Share your thoughts down below! I love getting nerdy about RWRB.

Check out this post and join the fun in celebrating the one-year anniversary of our little romcom that could being released!

[paladin--strait]

paladin's 100 follower celly and new request list!! ✨

ahhh thank you so much for 100 followers! im so happy 🥳 and on my birthday too?? its like a gift 🎁 but, i hope that you guys like these prompts and the people i chose but if you have anybody that you want me to write for or a different prompt you wanna read you can still send it in and i'll see what i can do!

I love you all so much! keep reading to see the prompts and the people for your requests! ⬇️

the people who you request for are referred to as "name" in the prompts. and sorry, but none of these will be NSFW. even though i read it sometimes, im not comfortable with writing it just yet. all fics written will be under the tag "paladin's 100 follower celly!" make sure to check it out and drop a follow to see when a new fic comes out!! ❤️

some will be written in headcanon form and some will be in fic form! but let me know which one you want it in! ❤️

please let me know if you want the reader to be plus size, i'll happily write it for ya!

current request status: temporarily closed to work on current requests!

✨ prompts!! ✨

1 - "I'm sick, don't get near me" "I don't care"

2 - "I want you to meet my parents." "but we just met!"

3 - crying in his arms

4 - him crying in your arms

5 - "listen to me, everything is going to be alright."

6 - "I'll take care of you."

7 - "they didn't deserve you."

8 - sugar baby x sugar daddy

9 - "I'm gonna be here for you whether you like it or not."

10 - bodyguard!(name) x reader

11 - sunshine!reader x (name)

12 - lazy morning

13 - team staff member x (name)

14 - comparing hand sizes

15 - cooking for his team (athletes only)

16 - cooking for his parents

17 - meeting his team (athletes only)

18 - (name) x baker!reader

19 - reader brings cookies or cupcakes for players team after a huge win (athletes only)

20 - reader gets hurt and (name) takes care of them

21 - wearing another players jersey (athletes only)

22 - (name) cooks for reader and it goes terribly wrong

23 - (name) cooks for reader and its good

24 - reader cooks for (name) and it goes terribly wrong

25 - reader cooks for (name) and its good

26 - reader hosts a suprise party for (name)

27 - rival player chirps player about reader, player goes crazy (athletes only)

28 - reader is a ref for the nhl, slowly falls for player (athletes only)

29 - reader cooks for (name)'s friends

30 - reader's child takes a liking to (name)

31 - reader is a storm chaser

32 - reader meets (name)'s pet and the pet loves reader

33 - reader watches an episode of her and (name)'s show without him knowing

34 - (name) comforts reader in a storm

35 - reader and (name) go to a pet store and reader convinces him to buy them a pet

36 - going to the eras tour with them

37 - going to a nba game with them

38 - going to yours/his little siblings sports game

39 - hairstylist!reader / doing his hair

40 - he teaches you how to play hockey (athletes only)

41 - reader compliments their eyes

42 - reader is a florist

43 - reader is a coach for a pee wee team

44 - teacher!reader

45 - coaches daughter

✨ nhl players! ✨

matt rempe

jack hughes

luke hughes

quinn hughes

trevor zegras

jamie drysdale

sidney crosby

cole caufield

nico hischer

timo meier

dawson mercer

andrei svechnikov

arturs silovs

sergei bobrovsky

matthew tkachuk

brady tkachuk

auston matthews

igor shesterkin

connor bedard

jeremey swayman

andrei vasilevskiy

stuart skinner

marc andre fleury

nico daws

jacob markstrom

aleksander barkov

brock boeser

j.t. miller

macklin celebrini

leo carlsson

mason mactavish

david pastrnak

artemi panarin

✨ other fandoms! ✨

tyler owens (twisters)

javi (twisters)

boone (twisters)

daryl dixon (the walking dead)

rick grimes (the walking dead)

carl grimes (the walking dead)

negan smith (the walking dead)

eugene porter (the walking dead)

abraham ford (the walking dead)

(there may be more added later)

[willsimpforanyone]

Heroes of Olympus masterlist part two

Uncanny - Annabeth Chase x Reader

Male!Satyr!Reader x The Seven and Nico

Solangelo x Reader poly smut part 1

Solengelo x Reader poly smut part 2

Solangelo x Sick!Reader

PussyDrunk!Connor Stoll smut

SonOfDionysus!Reader x Leo Valdez part 3

GoldenRetriever!Connor Stoll x BlackCat!Reader

Monster!Reader x Percy Jackson

DaughterOfAthena!Reader x Connor Stoll

ChildOfApollo!Reader x Leo Valdez

DaughterOfHecate!Reader x Jason Grace

Afab!Trans!Nonbinary!Reader x Nico di Angelo smut-ish

Dom!Reader x Sub!Connor Stoll smut

TattooArtist!Reader x Florist!Leo Valdez smut

ChildOfZeus!Reader x Leo Valdez

ChildOfAphrodite!Reader x Nico di Angelo

Sibling Relationship Travis and Connor Stoll and Reader (x Leo Valdez)

SonOfAphrodite!Reader x Jason Grace smut

ChildOfNemesis!Reader x Leo Valdez

SonOfAphrodite!Reader x Jason Grace

Siblings!Will Solace and Reader

[pinkanonhopes]

they could also be florists or australian apparently. nice.

i love reading au fanfiction. my two favourite idiots are put in increasingly stranger situations and they could be chefs or detectives or olympians or criminals or mermaids or roommates or neighbors or CEOs. so fun.

[imnotsillly]

What do your OCs smell like ? !

I have so sooo many ocs with very specific smells, but I figured I'll just list the few that have been posted on here :3

Isabelle: Whiskey and Sweat

Lola: Vanilla, Confectioners Sugar, and Clothing Starch

Dalia: Deodorant, Hair Products, and Acrylic Paints

Elodia: Perfume, and Confetti Cake

Miss Guijarro: Coffee. Straight coffee.

Kylie: Victoria's Secret Perfume, and lots of it.

Florist: Soil and Fertilizer

Viv: Strawberries and Fresh Linen

Belladonna: Liquor, Strong Perfume, and Hair Products

Feliz: Cigars, Hair Products, and Cologne.

Leo: Hydrogen Peroxide, Cleaning Alcohol, and Cologne.

Isaiah: Dirt, Cigarettes, and Leather.

I believe that's everyone on here so far? Either way, I may come back and add to the list once I post more of my characters here :3

TY for the ask, it means a lot 🫶

[zodiactalks]

The Zodiac Signs and Their EMPATHY Style

We all know what empathy means, but did you know there are various types of empathy?

In this article, you'll learn about other kinds of empathy, as well as what sign uses it more.

Aries

Fauna Empathy

This courageous and adventurous sign feels a special connection with animals and they find it very easy to understand their needs.

Even when Aries doesn't like a particular kind of animal, they're very in tune with what that animal wants and needs, and it's not uncommon to see Aries go out of their way to make it happen.

Taurus

Physical Empathy.

Taurus is very empathetic towards people and their emotions, but what makes their specific kind of empathy so interesting is how it manifests.

Taurus's empathy manifests in physical ways, so if someone feels sick, Taurus feels sick, if someone feels hot, Taurus feels hot, etc.

This, of course, is a double-edged sword, as while it allows Taurus to understand what others are feeling, it can also make them feel ill or under the weather without any warning whatsoever.

Gemini

Telepathic Empathy.

Geminis are extremely sensitive to other people's moods, which means they can easily identify people's emotions and emotional states just by being in their proximity.

More impressively, Geminis can even transmit their emotions to others, particularly if they're feeling something very strongly.

As you can imagine, this can be used for good or can be used for bad. It's all about what Gemini chooses.

Cancer

Chameleonic Empathy.

Cancers are the purest kind of empath in the Zodiac, and they can sense and react to other's emotions without even thinking about it.

What's interesting about Cancer's specific type of empathy is that it tends to reflect itself in Cancer's body language.

If someone around Cancer is feeling insecure, Cancers will adopt a more closed-off body language. If someone is feeling confident, Cancer will reflect this, and so on.

Leo

Psychometric Empathy.

Leo's particular type of empathy is one of the coolest to see in action, as it almost seems like a super-power.

Leos are amazing at understanding others and their emotions when they touch something valuable to someone else.

If something holds a special kind of meaning for someone, there's a good chance Leo will figure out why that object is so important by just holding, and looking at it.

Virgo

Flora Empathy.

Virgos have a natural green thumb and, more impressively, a very special connection to plants in general.

They tend to feel more energized when there are plants around them, and can easily tell what a plant needs to thrive.

Virgos make excellent florists, not only because they know what the plants want, but also because they understand what kind of plant is ideal for every type of person.

Libra

Receptive Empathy.

Libras can literally feel what others are feeling, which explains a lot about the sign's desire for stability and conflict avoidance.

When people around them are experiencing very strong emotions, there's a chance Libra will feel it as well, and while this isn't a problem when it comes to positive emotions, it can certainly be hard to deal with it when it comes to negative ones.

This is part of the reason why Libras often try their best to make sure everyone around them is in a good mood. They might not realize it, but the fact that they're so in-tune with other people's emotions certainly explains a lot about them!

Scorpio

Medium Empathy.

Scorpios are very good at feeling spirits and invisible entities, even when they don't actually believe in them.

They attract unexplained phenomena no matter where they go, and those who work hard to become even more sensitive to this particular kind of empathy can actually become conduits to the spirit world.

Sagittarius

Enlightening Empathy.

Rather than feeling people's emotions, Sagittarius can feel what makes people tick, which makes them capable of sussing out lies even when they've just met a person.

Even more impressive is the fact that Sagittarians are great at matching people with goals and objectives. They're good at identifying exactly what people want from life and pushing them in that direction.

Capricorn

Geomantic Empathy.

Capricorn's have a very strong connection to places and are capable of identifying places that have some significance to others even if they've never been there before.

They're the kind of people who'll feel sad in a place where someone died, or happy in a place where someone received great news, and while they may not be able to explain why they feel like that, they're certainly able to identify what they're feeling.

Watching a Capricorn's empathy in action is truly something else.

Aquarius

Gaia Empathy.

Aquarians are born to connect with the very world they inhabit, which makes them one of the most powerful signs in the Zodiac.

They can feel when there's something wrong in a specific area, and though they don't have the same kind of connection Virgo has with plants, they're still able to pinpoint when something is unbalancing the ecosystem.

Pisces

Astral Empathy.

Just like Scorpios can connect with spirits, Pisces can connect with other planes and those who exist there.

They're in tune with people's energies and emotions and can detect negative intentions and thoughts.

They might not be able to feel what others are feeling, but they're great at figuring out the intent behind people's words and actions.

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Boston Massachusetts Florist: Leo Constine Obituary - Visitation & Funeral Information

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Leo Constine Obituary - Visitation & Funeral Information

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