#i'm getting lotsa kisses

[tordenvejr]

i love her SO much ⭐️🤍🫧🌈🌙

[leatherbookmark]

my dream portrayal of jgy is that he's an independant character with his own strengths (not lxc's sweet little child-birthing wifey) that get recognition and appreciation (and that aren't 'being a good mommy/rabid event planner, haha, such a control freak this a-yao'), who deserves and gets love (but isn't just a tiny lovely thing whose only purpose is-- do you get my point already i wonder), who's allowed to be in a bad mood (but isn't defined by those moments, which is very important to me personally), but who isn't a cruel or bad person (and whose attempts at explaining his situation to others are taken seriously, and not as just him trying to Manipulate Others As Usual because, and i might be controversial but idqc, if i'm to call a character a gaslighting manipulator i'd like to see cases of him a/ doing it b/ succesfully c/ often, and no, "well he conned lxc into thinking he's not an evil murderous twink, SOMEHOW" doesn't count)

and my problem is that it's, well, as dreams usually are, rather unattainable

[landograndprix]

ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ♛ ʟɴ⁴ - one

➣ family friend!reader x ln⁴

➣ and just like that you're growing closer each day and falling in love has never felt this good.

➣ being told you feel like home might just be the best compliment you've received in a while.

➣ tired of all the negativity in this fandom so gonna treat myself with nothing but teeth rotting fluff ♡ big ass family so lots of OC's and just a heads up but really not a surprise coming from me but reader is like 4-5 years older so if that's not your thing, don't read. Fun fact, I don't proof read my stuff so enjoy the spelling mistakes <3

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iamzarah "what the hell am I then?" - Milo and Stella reading that caption

↳ jamiejamezz can't call Milo a kid, that rat is the devil himself

y/nusername stop calling him a rat and he might start to like you back

iamivy bro you are the devil himself

norrizz love me a lazy sunday ❤️

julieeeexo is it a lazy sunday though, are you sure you're not deep cleaning the entire house? 🤣

↳ y/nusername 😅

freyafrey that's that mum life 😔

quinking posting on insta but ignoring my texts, I see how it is..i am your least favourite sibling

↳ landonorris stop bullying her then

quinking mate you're the biggest bully here!

landonorris i'd never bully y/n

hannahh hope you enjoy your free time before the storm hits again 😂

ethanlowe must be nice..

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ethanlowe 🙌

maxfewtrell what one one-night stand gets you 9 months later am I right?

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quinking yooo happy birthday to my best friends ❤

adam_norris_pure_electric happy birthday to the twins

freyafrey eating them up 😍

↳ iamivy pretty sure i had dibs on them but okay..

freyafrey there's two, we each get one ☺

y/nusername cannibalism is not it guys..

norry4 happiest of birthdays to these cuties! <3

iamzarah happy birthday to the funkiest guy and cutest girl! 🥰🥰

iamivy happy birthday to my favorites in this family, lotsa love and kisses 💜

hannahh for they grow up too fast!!

jamiejamezz happy bday you crazies 💥❤🎉

riabish happy birthday to the cutest set of twins! 🎊

landonorris happy birthday muppets ❤️

↳ norrizz nawwwh his two besties turning 5 !!

y/nusername been told to thank you and call you gremlin, so there's that

landonorris tell them I'll return the gifts

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Can't wait to see it!

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What world are we living in?

Quin taking you out for dinner?

what does he need now? 😂

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I know, I was as suprised as you are!

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quinking oh so everyone got an invite but me?

↳ freyafrey do you see me in these pictures? No invite for me either boy

quinking yeah but you're too old for fun

freyafrey I'm literally a year older than your sister, don't make me come for you little boy

landonorris life would be so much easier if you stop bullying everyone mate

quinking real rich coming from you mate 🤣

land0n0rriss so who's this then? 👀

imivy meet dads side of the family today ❤️🦥

norrizz hope you had fun with all your kids!!

norrisbob new wag alert????

jamiejamezz Bob still mad the whole gang joined? 🤪

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iamzarah bit weird to take your maid on a date no?

landonorris you're all so funny!

iamivy uncalled for, we all take our maid on dates

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[arminsumi]

"what if nanami saw you like this?"

💗 hubby!GOJO さとる

note : feral trashy smut 🫡

summary : just a thought abt hubby gojo punishing u for flirting with his coworker nanami at a work party...! :(

warnings : 🔞 minors dni/dnr, smut, toys, fingering, spanking, pussy slapping, dirty talk abt cheating on him w nanami, talk abt threesome w nanami, namecalling (sl*t), kinda mean/cold n condescending hehe, some roughness, dirty talk, edging, not proofread expect lotsa errors oopsie!!, not rlly plot just horny

juuust envision this 😩 it's been a long night out, you attended a party with your husband and his work team... and then he suddenly glareddddd when u giggled a little too hard at nanami's uncharacteristically dirty joke.

so ur husband snaked a possessive hand round ur waist and rasped annoyedly, "i think we'll be heading home early."

and the poor man... he drove home with gritted teeth and a boner poking in his pants.

gojo pushed you into the penthouse with a roughness that made you giggle like a brat... and you kept giggling until he pinned into the bed and kissed u roughly... n that's how u know he meant business. he was pissed off abt smth. u had no idea what!! :( and he just said "panties off, bend over my lap. now. i won't repeat myself."

anddd jumpcut to satoru spanking u while u have a vibrator stuffed so deep inside ur sloppy cunt....

his hands are big, leaving stinging slap after slap, each one harder and meaner and done with more conviction than the last. he makes ur body jolt forward a little. he's admiring the sight of your pussy clenching around the pink toy, relishing in the sound of it buzzing in your leaky hole.

he's refused you his dick for a whole hour now, just occasionally toying the vibrator into your tight squishy pussy and playing with the settings. he's such a child when it comes to using toys on you, he laughs at how weak you become just from some buzzing silicone.

He grabs its handle and grinds it in deeper, cooing into your ear about how you dont deserve to cum because youve been a bad girl, and then getting you close to orgasm just to rip the toy out of your pulsing cunt and plant a harsh slap to your stinging ass.

"nah-uh, no cumming. you hold it in." he seethes. he's not playful or sweet or kind when he's determined to punish his pretty little wife.

and his idea of punishment alwayssss involves edging you until youre nearly crying, sobbing from pleasure. if you try help yourself reach climax with your own hands? oh he'll smack them away and chew you out about it. that's his pussy, he likes to remind you, not yours.

"i told you not to go around flirting with nanami, didn't i? yeah, i did warn you, hm?"

"i wasn't flirtinggg" you whine, "i swear!"

"aw... seems like the only thing telling me the truth is your pussy. i'm sure it's just dying to get stuffed up with nanami's dick, right? you want him to pound you into the bed 'till you break? mmm... but he's a bigggg boy... d'you really think you could take it... hm? you'd probably cry. aw, yeah... i know... you'd just love to fuck around with him, wouldn't you? yeah, you'd just fucking love that, you god damn slut. you'd want us to share your body..."

he's so cold and condescending. and he knows it makes your clit buzz. satoru's not entirely opposed to a threesome with his coworker, actually, he gets off to the idea of you struggling to take his cock.

"this is where you're sensitive, right?" he sharply taps his palm against your pussy, making sure your tiny clit felt the collision. he bullies your pussy with his big hand, sinking his fingers in and out as he pleases, slapping your ass and cupping your gushing pussy.

"such a sloppy fucking mess... all from a little spanking 'n sweet talk? my my... what if nanami saw you like this..." he's knuckle deep, pressing his fingertips into your sweet spot and slowly massaging it.

"... i think he'd help me plug up those holes... give you a good, thorough punishment... hm~?"

he feels you start to shake, and that's when he fucks his fingers hard into your hole. you're split open, feeling his palm flattening against and squishing your pussy, squishing your little clit, making it buzz with subtle friction as he pumps his fingers inside.

"listen to that..." he rasps, pumping his fingers into your hole faster just to embarrass you with the loud, nasty squelching sound. "fuckkkk.... listen... listen to how nasty your pussy sounds for your husband..."

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

The honey to my moon 🌬

Husband!Leon S. Kennedy x wife!reader

《A/N》: I'm back babyyyyyyy. Sort of. I don't know, we'll see. This is inspired by 'Alrighty Aphrodite' by Peach Pit so take a listen if you feel like it!! FYI this can be read for ANY Leon (like most of my Leon fics) I just use RE4R Leon in the banner bc of favoritism <3

~Fi 🐝

(Pssst, my requests are open!)

《Content》: NSFW content. proceed with caution. PiV, cockwarming, creampie (don't do that) consensual groping. Very, very sweet, of course! Lotsa domestic moments with Leon, basically a collection of cute moments I think would happen on your Honeymoon <3

Reader is implied to be chubby/ has stretch marks and tummy fat bc who doesn't???? (I still love you if you don't)

《Word count》: 3.4k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The, not quite shrill, yet still very annoying sound of your alarm ripped you out of your pleasant dreams. With a soft groan you stirred in the arms of your husband, which you were comfortably pressed against.

After a quick rub of your eyes, a smile formed on your lips as you remembered what day it was.

You turned to face Leon, admiring his peaceful expression for just a moment before you couldn't resist the twitching urge in your fingertips anymore and you gently ran them down the bridge of his nose and over his cheek.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his nose scrunched up at the tickling sensation on his skin.

"Happy one week of being married, baby." You whispered softly, stroking your thumb over his cheekbone.

A dopey grin tugged at his lips, and he pulled you even closer to him with a soft hum. His lips found yours in a clumsy attempt at a good morning kiss.

"My beautiful, beautiful wife..." he mumbled against your lips, making you giggle and melt into his embrace at the same time.

"Can you believe it's been a week already?" You were cut off by yawn that decided to rudely interrupt your sentence.

"No... feels like I just fell in love with you yesterday." He let out a soft breath as his eyes fluttered shut, and he pressed his lips against your forehead, letting his touch linger as he slipped into a moment of comfort and love.

You sighed against his skin, feeling sleep still deep in your bones, but both knew you'd have to leave your shared cocoon of affection sooner than you wanted to.

"We have to get up... we'll miss our flight.." You slurred, fighting the heavy drooping of your eyelids from the warmth that Leon enveloped you in.

He grumbled softly under his breath, something about 'ungodly early flights', which made you crack a grin.

"Alright, up we go.." he groaned, heaving his body into an upright position, with you still securely in his arms, rubbing a hand over his face to get rid of the tiredness that remained in his muscles. With a peck to your nose, Leon stood from the bed, stretching his arms and neck with a yawn.

You crawled up onto your knees, your arms comfortably fitting around the curve of his neck and shoulders as you let your lips find his again in a tender kiss.

"Good morning, my handsome, handsome husband.." You purred, making Leon chuckle.

"Are you copying me, sweetheart?" He asked with a smirk as his hands migrated down to your waist.

"It's the highest form of flattery, don't you know?" You replied with a wicked grin, feeling his fingers dig just a little tighter into the flesh of your waist.

"Yeah, yeah.." he playfully rolled his eyes as you giggled, getting out of bed.

"Come on, we're on a time crunch." You let your hand slip from the embrace of his as you made your way to the bathroom.

He quietly followed you, landing a gentle slap on your ass. You yelped at the impact, jumping forward before turning around with angrily scrunched brows.

"Hey!" You pouted, rubbing the faint red mark on your skin.

"Just crunching time, babe." He shrugged with a cokcy smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes and huffed some words under your breath, making him snicker.

"Actually, let me help you in there." He declared, reaching you in a few strides and pushing you into the bathroom.

"What- I don't need help brushing my teeth!" You argued, trying to push back against him.

"Who said anything about brushing teeth, huh, honey?" He whispered into your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand up.

"Leon-"

"Whaddaya say we get this Honeymoon started early?" He said against the skin of your neck, trailing soft kisses along the column of your throat.

"No, no, no, we have a flight to catch!" You said sternly, clinging onto the doorframe.

"Oh, come on, baby.. you know how fast I can make you fall apart.." he breathed into your ear, slipping his hands underneath your shirt.

Leon tugged at your middle, firmly enough to make you struggle but leaving enough room if you wanted to back out. With the feeling of his hands on your skin and his breath ghosting deliciously over your neck, you relented, letting your grip on the doorframe loosen.

You gently slipped past the door with him and let out a soft sigh as his lips met your neck once again as the door of the bathroom fell shut.

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With packed bags, an excited attitude about going on your Honeymoon and a couple of new love bites just below the collar of your shirt, you were off to the airport.

You yawned as you watched the few city lights pass by, the streets empty. No surprise, really.

No person would willingly be up and about at this hours, except a few joggers (who were clearly insane) and the poor souls who'd just finished the night shift.

Leon's hand envolped yours tightly, keeping hold of it while the other one was loosely wrapped around the steering wheel, as you sped down the highway.

"Don't rip my head off, but.." he broke the silence, making you turn attention away from the lights flashing past the window, "you've got all the papers 'n documents and whatever we need, right?" Leon asked, slightly chewing on his lip.

You would never let him live it down if you forget your tickets and other papers just because of the desperate morning romp that had occurred because of his neediness. You would curse him to the sun if you'd had to cancel your Honeymoon purely because he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

You chuckled and whipped out a clear folder with a plethora of printed e-mails, copies over copies of important information, and so on.

"Being overly prepared runs in the family." You chirped, waving around the, surprisingly thick, folder. Leon visibly relaxed, a dopey smile gracing his face.

"So that's why the printer ran out of ink." He mused, glancing your way. You shrugged with a mischievous glint in your eyes and Leon chuckled, pulling you into his side to press a kiss to your cheek before going back to driving down the seemingly endless roads to the airport.

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"Airport coffee is truly something... special." Leon forced out, clearing his throat and disapprovingly eyeing the dark liquid in his paper cup.

"That's why you get the good stuff." You sipped your hot chocolate smugly, watching as Leon cracked a grin and pulled you into his side.

"Can I have a sip?" He asked sweetly, nosing your hair. You wordlessly handed him the cup as your head went to rest on his shoulder.

"I'll always share with you." A small smile sat on your lips as you quietly told him.

Leon raised a brow at you with the faintest hint of a smirk.

"I know for a fact, that's not true."

"Oh piss off." You grumbled, breaking into a smile.

"Tell that to the cookies you didn't share. Or the leftover Pizza. And the-"

"Okay, okay! Point is, I'm sharing now." You huffed, making Leon grin.

"Thank you, angel." He hummed, placing a kiss to your hairline.

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You let yourself fall onto the bed with a thump, sighing in relief at the soft mattress beneath you.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a nap." You said, a little mumbled. The bed shook as Leon dropped down next to you, immediately reaching for your hand.

"A nap sounds nice." He sighed, eyes falling shut. You laid in silence and soft breaths for a moment, already starting to doze off. "We could nap by the pool." He suggested, turning on his side to face you. You rolled over in a similar fashion.

"That's just your excuse to see me in a bathing suit and lather me in suncreen." You snorted, poking his chest. He cracked a smug grin.

"Would that be such a crime? A husband wanting to see his gorgeous wife in a bathing suit?" He defended with a smirk, cupping the back of your neck and gently stroking his thumb along your jaw.

"We could get lunch and maybe some drinks..." You thought out loud, weighing your options. You'd either get a good nap and be hungry when you wake up, or you could get a descent snooze plus some lunch, maybe a cocktail and a shirtless Leon.

"Alright, the pool it is." You declared, watching as Leon almost jumped off the bed with excitment.

You both packed a little bag with the essentials; sunscreen, sunglasses, a book, and whatever else you thought you'd need.

Leon was in the bathroom, making a suspicious amount of clattering noises, when he peaked his head out the door.

"Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you wear the blue one? Please?" He asked bashfully, a pinkish tint on his cheeks.

Your expression softened, and your heart melted.

It amazed you how he could straight up ask you to fuck you before your flight, but asking you to wear his favorite bathing suit of yours was flustering him.

"Of course, honey."

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"... Lee."

"Hm?"

"My ass does not need any more sunscreen."

"Just don't want you to get burned." He pressed a kiss to your shoulder while shamelessly massaging sunscreen into the fat of your rear.

"Leon Kennedy, get your hands off my behind before I beat yours!" You scolded, swatting his hands away.

He grinned and raised his hands in mock surrender.

"You can feel me up all you want in private, baby, but not in public."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I was just doing my husbandly duties and making sure you weren't gonna like a tomato."

"... you're lucky I love you." You narrowed your eyes at him, huffing when he blew you a kiss.

"I love you, angel." He said softly, retreating to his own sun chair.

"I love you too, you cute idiot."

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Your wine glasses clinged together as you sat on the cold stone of your balcony, huddle together with blankets and pillows.

It was a clear night, and a few stars decided to show themselves. It wasn't necessarily cold, but the breeze that passed by did make it a little chilly.

There was the crunching of snacks and the chatter and laughter between bites as you watched the stars and the moon illuminate the vast property of the Hotel.

Other couples might've chosen to fancy up and go out for dinner but Leon and you had chosen to do what you did best; not fit in the box.

Instead of eating way too small portions for an outrageous price while pretending that you felt comfortable in such a posh setting and simultaneously being defeated by the ridiculous amounts of forks beside your plate, you had a cozy evening with the love of your life.

You did splurge on the bottle of wine, but it was your Honeymoon, after all.

The gentle gusts of wind coming up from the coast left goosebumps on your skin and a salty taste on your lips.

"Today was really nice.." You spoke quietly, enjoying the peace of the moment.

"Yeah, I think so, too. Can't wait to spend the next two weeks with you like this." Leon replied in a soft and loving tone that almost fell into a whisper. Your head rested on his shoulder, like it usually did, your hand reaching for his.

The cold metal of his ring sent a pleasant shiver up your spine as you entangled your fingers and curled closer into him.

Leon happily obliged your silent plea for closeness and wrapped you in his arms.

"I know that I won't be able to ever put into words how much I love you, so I want you to know that deeply cherish every moment with you." You looked up at him, and his features softened as he gently held your face.

"I know you do. I can... I can feel it. Is that weird? I just sort of feel the love radiating off of you all the time. I hope you feel that when you're with me as well."

You looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky himself, the same ones you were admiring, and everything in him just melted.

"I do feel it. Not only are you my husband, but you're my best friend too. Two-in- one." You smiled sweetly, scooching further up in his hold just to be that little bit closer.

"I'm so glad that I married you." He whispered, firmly pulling your lips against his in a passionate kiss.

You'd never get bored of the feeling when he kissed you, the love and tenderness pouring from it. But there was a slight ache in your heart that you'd never be able to kiss him enough to quench the raging flames inside your chest.

You pulled away for a breath, with puffy lips and shimmering eyes that showed Leon just how much you truly cared for him.

"That makes two."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The softness of the bedsheets on his fingertips made Leon brows furrow. He was expecting a different softness; you.

Laying majestically next to him, bathed in the morning sun that poured in, even through the curtains. He lifted his head off the pillow with a disgruntled sound, blinking away the sleep in his eyes to look for you.

There were trickles and splashes of water that gently broke through the comfortably silent atmosphere. There was a slight breeze coming from the open balcony door, making the curtains sway.

Leon made his way to the terrace and, good heavens, the sight before him was enough to make him lightheaded.

You were perched on the edge of the small stone pool that you were extremely excited about ever since you laid eyes on it, skin glistening from the water with your hair intricately stuck to your back.

That would've been enough to make all the blood from Leon's cheeks to rush down south, making his boxers feel tight, but that wasn't all. There were bubbles.

Soft, foamy suds that clung to your hips and the curve of your waist, truly making you look divine with the morning sun shining down on you. Your legs were swishing in the water, taking in the peaceful morning while everyone else was far off in their dreams.

Leon's mouth hung open slightly, and it took every ounce of power in him to stop himself from drooling, but he didn't waste any time sliding the door open further to get through.

The noise made you look back over your shoulder with a soft smile when you saw him striding towards you.

Strong and familiar arms wrapped themselves around you, trying to discreetly feel you up.

"Good morning, honey." You spoke gently, stroking over his forearms that were tightly situated around your middle.

"Absolutely great morning if you ask me." He chuckled lowly, though not failing to press a kiss to your lips with such affection it almost covered any seductive intent behind his words.

"Christ, baby, you look heavenly..." he breathed against your ear, sliding his hands towards your hips to knead at the plush flesh and feel the shimmering grooves of stretch marks beneath his fingertips.

"Thought I'd wake you up with a little surprise for being the best husband a girl could ask for." You replied sweetly, trying to play innocent as if his calloused hands on your wet skin didn't ignite an inferno deep in your gut.

He let out an amused chuckle, slyly moving one hand to the pudge of your belly and the other kneading one of your soft tits.

With a soft sigh, you let your head fall back against his shoulder.

"You look like Aphrodite emerging from the sea foam, do you know that?" He asked gently, making your head spin with the way he was so easily drowning your mind in both lust and affection.

You chuckled, turning on your knees to face him.

"Well, then... will you do me the honors and be my Ares?" You purred, trailing your hand down his chest all the way to his cock straining in his boxers, cupping the member and squeezing gently.

A groan ripped from his throat and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

"Whatever you wish, my love." He whispered, guiding you back into the natural stone pool, watching with a ravenous gaze.

His underwear was quickly discarded, and he joined you in the water, backing you up against one of the rounded walls.

One hand on your waist, the other carefully placed on the back of your neck to cushion the hard edge of the stone

. His lips found yours in a loving manner, quite the opposite to his lusting eyes that raked over your naked form, but as much as Leon wanted to devour you, he wanted love you.

He reveled in his love for you. All he needed was to be close to you, as close as reality would allow and if that entailed him buried to the hilt inside your delightful cunt he wasn't one to complain.

Your bodies were pressed together, your tits squished up against his chest, and his dick laying heavy between your thighs. Your lips and tongues danced together like they had done so many times before, eliciting the occasional soft groan or sigh from you and Leon.

The bubbles littered on the water surface stuck to his broad back as you ran your fingers down the length of his spine.

"Can I, sweetheart?" He asked breathlessly, staring at your blown out pupils and puffy lips.

"Mhm, yes, please... need to be closer.." You responded equally as breathless before fiercely capturing his addicting lips once again.

The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance and with a shuddering breath he pushed past your lips and slid snuggly inside of you.

"F-Fuck... my perfect girl... God, I love you so much.." he groaned as quietly as he could, feeling a shiver run through him at the warm embrace of your gummy walls.

He quickly muffled himself by gently biting down on your shoulder.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you held him tighter, suppressing any sounds you might've made. Leon slowly rocked his hips into yours.

They weren't full thrusts, but they didn't need to be. This wasn't about an earthshattering orgasm that would knock the wind from your lungs, it was about feeling close and loved and his lazy and sloppy movements into your pussy did just that, with an added bit of pleasure.

Leon continued to rock his hips, dragging his heavy cock against your insides just right.

His pelvis hit your clit perfectly with each sloppy thrust, his happy trail adding to the euphoric sensation.

You were seeing stars by now.

Both of you were still sleepy and sensitive from waking up recently so you were at the brink of your edge already.

"Le-Leon.." You managed to get out between quiet moans that you were trying your best at biting back.

The sloshing of the water and his heavy pants were the only things in your mind as you felt the tight coil in your belly snap.

"Love you, I love you..." he slurred as he, too, reached his end. He came inside of you, pulsing against your insides.

The squeal that you felt bubbling in your throat was quickly swallowed by a hungry kiss from Leon.

He supported himself against the stone, catching his breath before he maneuvered the two of you around so you were straddling him, still nice and full.

"I love you so much, Lee." You hummed, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I wouldn't mind if everyday started like this." He smirked, pressing a kiss to your temple when you lazily slapped his arm.

"Mhm, wanna crawl inside your ribcage and live next to your heart.." you mumbled, tuckered out.

He chuckled and gently stroked your back.

"If anyone else said that to me I'd be concerned."

"You put a ring on it." You argued, pulling your hand from the water and holding it up to him.

"Hm, that I did." He hummed, gently taking your hand and kissing your ring.

"And I'd do it all over again."

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Service Animal (Part Two)

Part one here

Part three here

WARNINGS: lotsa miscommunication and drama. Little bit of naughtiness but not much saving that for the next part ;)

You slowly come to, feeling relief at how dark it still is, meaning you have plenty of time left to sleep. 

You snuggle further into your pillow, only to notice it's strangely hard. While you do use a memory foam pillow, it feels pretty firm compared to the usual. Plus… you thought you felt the prickle of hair. You nearly jump out of your skin when your pillow rises and falls. 

My pillow is fucking breathing. 

That's when you start to remember the events from last night. Your mind is still groggy as all hell but you're now aware that this is Logan, sleeping peacefully with your body wrapped around his like a koala on a tree, your head on his chest. 

Slowly, so as not to wake him, you remove yourself from him and turn away, settling onto your side to get back to sleep. 

You realise with a shock that he's followed you to your side of the bed and is spooning you. 

He has a heavy arm around your waist and his chin on your shoulder, still sound asleep. You feel the overbearing heat from his body, his hand so casually resting near your hip. 

His arm feels so thick and so hard against you. And it's not the only thing that's hard… 

You feel yourself sweating bullets. This giant man has a giant erection against your ass. 

You should feel violated but you don't. The dirty little part of your mind can't help but to appreciate just how big he feels. You give an experimental shimmy into his groin and you hear him groan behind you, sleepily rutting into you. 

You freeze.

After a few moments you feel him still against you and release a heavy breath, falling back into deep slumber.

What the fuck do I do in this situations?

You can feel yourself starting to get wet. You squeeze your legs together, seeking some kind of relief. This feels like absolute torture. Fuck, what if he can smell you?

“Mmh… smells good,” he murmurs sleepily. 

Your whole body jumps and you manage to smack Logan in the jaw with your shoulder, causing him to hiss loudly in pain. 

“How long have you been awake?” you demand in horror, slightly turning to look at him. 

His face is so close to yours that you're just about touching cheek to cheek. 

“Fuck, well I'm proper awake now aren't I?” he grunts, rubbing his jaw, the stubble there grating loudly against your ears. 

“S-sorry, are you alright?” 

“Just peachy,” he says sarcastically. 

He stops rubbing his jaw and turns slightly, so your noses slightly brush against each other. 

You both freeze, the room goes silent and all that you can hear is the both of you breathing loudly. 

You feel his breath fan across your skin as his lips move towards the corner of your mouth. Before they can touch, though, he stops himself, clearing his throat and moving away abruptly.

“You should get some sleep,” he says gruffly, moving back over to his side of the bed, turning away from you. 

You feel yourself blink in confusion. 

“Ah, okay… g'night then,” you say hesitantly. 

Did I do something wrong? Was he… about to kiss me? 

You felt silly for even entertaining the idea that he may be attracted to you in that way. He's a serial flirt. You can't take all his words and actions to heart or you'll only get hurt. Besides, you already know who his heart belongs to… and it's definitely not you. 

You feel an ache behind your ribs, your heart beating hard and fast. How are you meant to get to sleep now? 

You lay still, trying to calm your racing heart. Your mind still feels a bit muddled as it goes over the strange events of tonight. You think over Logan and his touches and his words and his actions and you… you feel your mind drifting away again as you manage to fall back to sleep. 

–——————

You wake up to an empty bed. The loss of Logan's presence hits you harder than you thought it would. 

You sit up, feeling groggy and your mouth feels absolutely disgusting. You must've been practically comatose. 

You check your bedside for the time and see that it's already afternoon. You also see a glass of water that wasn't there previously.

Logan? 

You take the glass and drink deeply. 

It's not the first time this has happened to you; someone shows an interest in you then after playing around with you, they disappear without an explanation. 

You felt stupid for getting into this situation with someone who was not only essentially a colleague but also a good friend. And you really had considered Logan a good friend. So yeah, this really sucked. And now you'd have to see him practically every day. 

You groaned loudly and pulled yourself out of bed. 

There was no way you could relax in bed now, knowing that Logan was possibly disgusted with you. Was it because you ground into his hard on with your hips? He was awake after all… he knew what you did and he was revolted. He was only trying to help you and you had to go and fuck it up with your horny brain. Plus you had to go and physically fucking assault him.

You began to feel sick to your stomach. 

You slowly got yourself ready to leave your room so you could get a coffee and grab something to eat. You were dreading stepping out of your door in case you saw Logan. You couldn't bear to see the disgust on his face. 

You opened your door and took a quick look around the hall. Confirming the coast was clear, you stepped out and headed for the kitchen. 

You breathed a sigh of relief when you arrived at the kitchen, only to pivot back around when you heard a familiar gruff voice. 

Logan. 

He's talking to one of the students while smoking a cigar. Typical. 

You're moving down the hallway when you hear his voice go quiet and you feel your chest clench, knowing he's probably caught a whiff of you. 

You hear him call out your name and you manage to duck into an empty office before he turns the corner. 

You hide behind the thick curtain in the room, holding your breath and praying he wouldn't find you. 

No such luck. In no time at all you hear him in the room, sniffing. 

“Bub, I know you're in here,” he grounds out. 

You heave a heavy sigh and step out, plastering a fake smile on your face. 

“Morning, Logan,” you say sheepishly.

“We are well into the afternoon,” he corrects you, one eyebrow raised. “Are you trying to hide from me?” 

“No… I was just going to open the curtains in here to let in some light,” you say casually, pulling the curtains open to prove your point. 

“Right,” he says, not sounding convinced. “How ya feeling?” 

“I'm okay, just groggy. Much better than I was last night. I was really scared I'd lost touch with reality forever and I'd be a vegetable for the rest of my life.” 

You were trying to lighten the mood but you knew you were just babbling. 

You moved around him to the door, trying to ignore his alluring scent of leather, pine and just a whiff of his now snuffed cigar. 

“Thanks again for last night,” you say quickly, your throat closing up. “I'm just gonna head to the kitchen now. See ya.” 

You practically speed walk away, feeling your whole body heat in embarrassment. You could barely even look him in the eye, remembering what you'd done the night before. At least he was being nice about it to your face. 

The next few days in the mansion proceed in a similar fashion- you exiting a room as soon as Logan enters it, avoiding his gaze, his presence. 

You wanted to apologise but it was too horrifying to speak it into existence. Plus, you didn't want to hear him talk about how uncomfortable he felt. 

You knew the right thing to do would be to bring it out into the open and discuss it properly, try to explain to him that you weren't in your right mind, you didn't mean to do it. But everytime you attempted to confront him, your anxiety got the best of you and you'd escape in a hurry. 

You knew he noticed your strange behaviour too. There was no way he didn't, you were acting so weird but you didn't know how to stop. He'd call your name to get your attention and you'd just pivot around and speed away in the opposite direction. You could feel the anger emanating from him, building as the days went by. You knew you could only avoid him for so long. 

You were on your way to your classroom when Ororo called out to you in the hallway.

“Hey, is everything okay?” you ask her.

“Why do you always assume something is wrong?” she chuckled.

“Well… is something wrong?”

“Yes,” she answers wryly. “It’s Logan. He’s been insufferable the last couple of days.”

“Ah,” you begin guardedly. “I hadn’t noticed.”

She gives you a strange look before continuing, “Can you talk to him? He listens to you.”

“What makes you think he listens to me?” you ask, not even trying to hide your confusion.

“Because I have seen it for myself. I’d almost say he’s quite taken with you,” she says with a quirk in her lip.

You try to keep a straight face so she can’t see your embarrassment. 

“Ororo, now you’re talking shit.”

“You have not noticed? How very like you,” she laughs as she begins to walk away. “Just talk to him, please. The mansion cannot take much more.”

As you continue on to your class, you contemplate Ororo’s words. What a strange thing for her to say. He certainly didn’t listen to you when you were yelling at him to shut up when he’d lost his shit on you the night you overused your powers. 

And for her to say he’s “taken” with you? You knew Ororo was a fan of gossip and drama. Not in a malicious way, but she certainly enjoyed watching it unfold and even at times pushing some pieces to see the results. 

While you felt you and Logan were both friends, at times you felt like at the very least he tolerated your presence, even all these years later. 

He would greet you in the hallway and you’d feel a strange relief that you weren’t on his shit list that day. When he’d laugh at your jokes or brush his hand across your shoulder as he moved past you, you’d feel like you were seen. There were sleepless nights you’d spent together, watching movies with a smuggled six pack of beer or two. But there was nothing in your interactions with him that told you he may feel the same about you as you did about him. 

Besides, Logan didn't exactly bother to hide his attraction to Jean, boyfriend or no. 

But… when he held you in your shower… washed your hair… slept in your bed…

You tried to push these thoughts out of your mind as you taught your class. Having properly recovered from your “episodes,” you felt present and even happy as you explored your subject with your students. Art was an incredible mode of therapy for these kids, who had been through so much already despite their young age. It gave you a nice sense of purpose, running these classes, in a way that running missions didn’t. 

The time seems to go quickly and before you know it everyone is packing their things to move to their next class. 

“I’ll see you all next time! Enjoy the rest of your day, guys,” you say cheerily as they walk out, waving goodbye in your direction. 

You turn around to face your desk so you can gather your belongings, only to nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a loud stomping coming towards you.

“Can you please talk to me?” a familiar voice barks at you. 

You turn to see Logan stalking towards you. 

“This is driving me up the fucking wall,” he shouts at you angrily. “Did I do something to piss you off?” 

You wince at his tone.

“Geez, keep it down, would you? There are kids here,” you retort, managing to restrain your own agitation. 

Why can’t he take the hint that I don’t want to talk to him yet?

“Sorry, Logan, I need to make it to my next class. But everything is fine, okay? Talk to you later.” 

You move from your desk to leave the room but he moves faster, caging you against it with his arms on either side of your waist. His veins are visible in his arms from gripping the desk so forcefully. 

You freeze with him towering above you, feeling equally afraid and strangely turned on.

“Nuh-uh, you're not getting away from me again,” he growls lowly. “Tell me what's wrong. Did I… did I do something?” 

You can't bear to look at him. Especially when he's so close to you. 

You pause for a few seconds, steeling yourself. 

“Why… Why'd you leave that morning? Without saying anything?” you asked, answering his question with a question. 

“Bub… I figured you needed the sleep. I didn't want to wake you before leaving. Is that really why you're upset?” 

He must be able to read minds. 

But no, you know that he just knows you so well now. And you've always been an open book, not very good at hiding your feelings even though you weren't verbal about them. You'd been friends and teammates for long enough that he could read your cues quite easily. 

“Look, you know I don't sleep very well… I get night terrors, talk in my sleep,” he says, filling the silence. “And even sometimes… I might… do some things… that aren't exactly what you'd call appropriate…” he trails off.

You manage to look at him despite his intimidating position over you. He's not even looking at you, face pulled into a frown. There's something self conscious about the way he licks his lips, gaze averted. 

You feel the guilt eating you up.

“Logan, I'm so sorry,” you choke out. “It wasn't you, it was me. I just wasn’t sure what to do and you… you were just there and…” 

You feel like your head is about to explode. How on earth do you explain it without completely humiliating yourself? Without possibly losing his friendship?

“Wait… what are you talking about?” he asks in confusion. 

You just wanted to decease on the spot. 

“I… felt your… and I… sort of…r-rubbed? And you were only trying to help and I… I just thought you were asleep but it's no excuse and-” 

“Wait, wait, hang on there, bub,” he hushes you. “Are you saying you… rubbed yourself against my Johnson?” 

You feel your head spinning like crazy. You were so embarrassed you wanted the floor to swallow you whole. Gods why couldn't that be your power? 

You hear him chuckling quietly and you sneak another look at him. 

He's smiling.

“You're not… upset?”

“Upset? Why would I be upset?” he says, smirking at you. 

“I- I mean you were just trying to help me and I… I feel like I took advantage of you.” 

He starts laughing so hard that his face nearly collides with your shoulder. Despite the tension you felt, you couldn’t help but feel a little flutter behind your ribs in reaction to his smile, his laugh. 

“Is this why you've been avoiding me? You've just been embarrassed?” he says, still laughing.

You were beginning to think you were overthinking the whole situation. But there was still something bothering you…

“That night… you were close to-,” you swallow thickly. Fuck, your throat is dry. “You were about-about to kiss me and… or I thought you were? But you turned away and… I thought I made you upset because I…” 

You feel your chin lift as he firmly but gently grips it to make you look at him. He looks into your eyes, darting from your eyes to your lips. Your heart is racing, your lower stomach is on fire with… something you think must be desire.

“You had a really bad night,” he begins slowly. “You weren't all there to put it lightly. It wouldn't have been right of me to have taken advantage of you like that. I want you to be fully present. I want you to want it.”

“Want… want what?” you ask quietly, trying not to let your hopes soar too high. 

You blink and his mouth is on yours. He's kissing you hungrily, making your toes curl. Instinctively, you kiss him back with just as much fervour, your hands on his broad chest. His hand goes from your chin to the back of your neck, holding you steady with his other hand on your waist. He licks into your mouth and you can't help the moan that escapes you. His knee moves to rest between your legs and you unconsciously grind against it, seeking relief. 

He pulls away too soon for your liking. 

“That,” he says, answering your question. But your mind is miles and miles away, not registering what he said. Your noses are touching, foreheads close together. 

He wasn't disgusted with you. He wants you. Like how you want him. You feel relief that you can admit that to yourself now. That you've always harboured a little crush on your good friend, Logan. 

His pupils are blown, breaths coming heavy and fast. You realise you must be the same.

You inch your face towards him when the sound of someone clearing their throat makes you shove Logan bodily away from you. 

“Please, take this somewhere else, if you'd please,” Charles chastises you both, a small smile on his face. “I need this room for my students. Don't want it turning into a biohazard, now, do we?” 

“S-sorry, professor,” you yelp. “We'll leave you to it.” 

You grab Logan by the wrist and hurry out of the room. 

“You have another class, too, don't you?” Logan asks once you've left the room.

“No, that was a lie,” you say unashamedly.

“So you're free right? Well in that case…” 

Get ready for some smushing in the next part ya'll. Hope you enjoyed!

[matchadobo]

👋 for the 3rd dialogue of hurt to comfort, can you write it like when y/n is insecure about themself and they don't feel comfortable enough to sleep 🔞 with Kid (IYKYK 😉). i really like how you write hurt to comfort 💙 thank you, cha!

wc: 1793

dialogue: "show me all the parts of you that you don't love, so i know where to begin."

warning/s: semi-nsfw (bc there's no p in v)🔞, lotsa foreplay, established bf/gf, virgin reader, fem reader, soft but k1nky kidd ;)

you and kidd have been together for a while now but you still hadn't open up the sex talk with him. but that's because of two things: you're a virgin and you're insecure about it. he had never really pressured you into doing it. if anything, he's been nothing but so respectful about it.

but when make outs get too heated and you two badly needed to destress that one time, it all boiled down to you on the verge of having a panic attack.

"hey, it's alright." despite his usually coarse approach, his tone was gentle as he held your face in his hands. "i kinda went too far. my bad, bonnie. we can stop 'ere, yeah?" he ruffled your hair to apologize.

moments ago, he subconsciously clipped your bra off and then your breasts came loose. you then consequently squealed and pulled away.

"n-no, you shouldn't have to." you said through shaky breaths, disheveled locks, and swollen lips. "i'm sorry, kidd. you probably think you're the unluckiest man in the world with a girlfriend like this." you covered your face, fighting off your tears as you tried getting off his lap. but he fixed you in place and yanked your hands off your face so he could look at you properly.

"hey. oi look at me." kidd started. "piss off with that crap. we talked about this. we're fuckin' if you wanna. and you know, i like it this way. somethin' new, right? 's like a challenge and i'm no loser." he poked your chin playfully. you know he was just trying to lighten up the mood but you already feel so bad depriving him of this.

"no but, what about you? you're... hard." you two looked over his boner. you were sat on his lap so you could see it very well.

"what do you wanna do then?" kidd's tone was mischevious and you already knew why. you were silent. kidd held up his laugh but gave up immediately. "...i'm just kiddin'. we can do somethin-"

"no!"

"now you're just confusin' the hell out of me."

"i'm insecure about how i look. i-i think i won't look good when i'm all... naked before you. i just don't think i'd make you feel good because you won't like how my body will looks." you looked away, trying to find the right words because you felt really small and embarrassed talking about this.

kidd blankly stared at you before bursting into laughter. he couldn't breathe really, it's all so fucking crazy to him all he could do was laugh.

"is that all?" he asks, holding your hand after and placing it above his boner. "cuz this is what you do to me, bonnie. if you would just know how i think about you, how i fuckin' fantasize each night about you, it's criminal." he watched how shaky your eyes got, not taking his eyes off of you as he palmed himself with your hand simultaneous with his words.

"k-kidd i..."

"and i've been waitin', for a damn long time for you to say it. to say you want it. you want to do it with me." he rested his forehead against your shoulder, his firm grip remained in yours as he continued with his filthy act using your hand.

"everytime i look at you with your cute little skirts, when you wear clothes around me that show a little too much skin, or when you become a little too needy during kisses." he started giving you kisses up to your neck, precarious on where your quickening pulse resides.

"hell even when you wear these ragged shirts, i lust over you." kidd pulled away and chuckled to himself, he soon met your eyes with a dark haze on them. "and you're worried about shit like that? insecure about what? i don't fuckin' get it. did you forget why i had a crush on you?"

you blinked at him, cheeks so hot you had to fan yourself. "i-i don't know i gained some weight lately, w-would you still like that?" you kept your head down, fumbling with the hem of your shirt. "i don't love it, okay? you might be getting annoyed but the truth is, i'm really scared of how you'll react. i don't want to disappoint you."

kidd sighed. running his fingers through his hair to compose himself. he's not annoyed at you or anything. he's frustrated that you still feel like this even if he sees you as a fucking goddess. he doesn't wanna force you onto it, he wants to do it with you on your own volition. he's fine taking care of it, he's got a pretty wild imagination.

but it doesn't sit right with kidd that you feel like shit when he can do something perfectly well about it. it just rides on you if you'll push through.

"show it to me." kidd blurted out, leaning back with his arms. "show me all the parts of you that you don't love, so i know where to begin."

you were a bit confused but your heart wasn't. it's as if kidd always knows what to say to make you feel this way.

"hm? cmon, i don't like waitin'." kidd raised a brow to see you still frozen. "or do you want me to do it for you?"

"e-eh? what- hey!" kidd wasted no time carrying you bridal style out of his lap and headed to the other side of his room where a wall mirror resides. he finally placed you down for you to stand up.

"just gimme a squeal if you wanna stop, otherwise i'd keep going." kidd stood behind you, reaching over to hold the hem of your shirt on both hands before raising it. when he exposed your torso you immediately pulled his arm back down.

"k-kidd?! what the fuck?!"

"i wanna do somethin' about that insecurity of yours, trust me on this. do you trust me?"

you looked at him with shaky eyes, but he just smiled at you. knowing you'd agree. so you took a deep breath and trusted him, like you always had.

kidd had always shown you the world. the amount of hesitance you had matched the daringness he had. it was perfect really, you prevent him from getting too carried away and he prevents you from missing out on having fun. so whatever he had planned right now, it would be scary for you but kidd wouldn't do anything that'd hurt you.

kidd began pulling your shirt over your head, tossing your shirt somewhere in his room afterward. you felt cold and small. his hands warmed you up as he roamed the expanse of your shoulders, sweeping off your hair to the other side so he could plant kisses on one side your neck.

"tell me when to stop." he said in assurance, sparing you one glance in the mirror before sucking on the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

his hands soon explored the surface of your stomach, playfully squeezing the flesh on it before crawling up precariously on your breasts. he gave you a look at the mirror, gauging any discomfort you may have. but you seem to be enjoying it, it's just that you were keeping it in with the way you lean onto him as you melt in his touch and the evident and embarrasing flush of your cheeks.

"do it," you were somewhat eager, as he teased his fingertips on the wire underneath your bra. both of you watching each other on the mirror. kidd grinned, pulling down your bra pads and squeezing onto your mounds.

"this? this makes you insecure? look at yourself, bonnie." he said with one hand playing with your breasts while the other had a firm grip on your hips, tinted fingernails digging on your pelvis. "you're fuckin' beautiful."

you mewled at him, looking up at him as your knees felt like jelly. but kidd wanted you to not look at him, he wants you to look at you. how you're melting as he strips you and makes you look at yourself. he held your jaw and he positioned it so you're staring at yourself in the mirror.

"mm-mm, you've been way too busy lookin' at me, princess. focus on yourself." his firm grip on the expanse of your jaw and neck had your breath constricted while his other hand was busy teasing his fingers on your clothed, sensitive cunt. "look at yourself while i make you feel fuckin' good." he barked out as if almost an order.

you squirmed, feeling overwhelmed with the fact that kidd's got you figured out in the right places. as you look at yourself, you got even more turned on with how he's handling you perfectly well even if it's your first time together.

"i-it does~ it feels so g-good, baby." you mustered out with pants, trying to hold onto both of kidd's arms but your grip was way to weak.

"aye. i want you to see yourself the way i see you. always so damn hot." kidd squeezed onto your bum, biting your earlobe as he maintained eye contact with you by the mirror.

"but let me tell you somethin' because from here on, i might lose control of myself when i take those pretty fuckin' panties off." kidd stopped palming your cunt, and instead returned to rest around your waist. he appears to have a penchant for stroking your stomach. "i already know you're soakin' in there and i know you can feel how hard i am."

you nodded. he was still on his boxers yet it kept poking your back, sliding down your bum. it made you sweat to imagine how big he really is, because you know he is. you've seen the bulge of it when he wears leather, or just his boxers, or when he gets hard. and kidd is a big man, there's no denying how much he strays further away from the average.

"...if you're asking if i want to keep going. i do, baby." you turned your head to the side to look at him, really tell him that you're serious and this is your choice. "i'm sorry this scared me so much, it's fucking ridiculous." you laughed to yourself. "but if it's my first time, i wouldn't want it any other way than to do it with you. i mean, you did all this poetic shit just for me to wake the fuck up or something. so do it, don't hold back. i didn't date a vanilla, did i?"

"aye."

you kinda regret telling him to not hold back and provoke him with that vanilla joke. he took it way too personally and you suffered the consequences.

thank you sm for the request anon! 🌷

this was actually pretty fun to write! i somehow had it right off the bat as soon as i read the request, it just took so long bc of the previous requests that piled up 😭 i think this is very canon of modern kidd to do heheheheh🥵

it's currently new years' eve in ph! happy new year my loves! thank you for the support always 🌷 hope everyone has a great start to the new year 🫶

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✿ It's The Little Things - 3 ✿

A/N: @leafyturtle come get y'all Franky and Robin fluff! I'm excited for this one, lotsa faves in here >:3c

Summary: Little relationship things with (currently) anime/manga exclusives ✿

Characters: Franky, Robin, Law, Kid, Killer

Content: SFW, G/N reader, language in Kid's (bc it's Kid lol) bottomless fluff ✿

(Part 1 - Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji) (Part 2 - Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk) (Part 4 - Crocodile, Rosinante, Doflamingo)

Franky

✿ Multiply his self-aggrandizing by 100, and that's how he sees you; he is your personal hype man! Every single insecurity, no matter how big or small, will be kissed away, because you are perfect, and you should definitely tell people as such. Wait, you're too shy and don't want to? No worries, Franky's got you, and he'll tell everyone himself. Loudly. No, he won't stop or tone it down; "The world needs to know how super you are!" He loves when you hype him up in turn, and uses it to show you how great self confidence is; and it will rub off on you. He's so proud when you declare how amazing you are, even if it's just to him! "AOW! That's right, babe, you are amazing!" He'll pick you up in those huge, strong arms of his, practically crushing you in a bear hug.

✿ Franky loves to make you any and all gadgets he thinks you'd like, or need. Just as he is constantly upgrading his body, he develops and re-develops things that make your life easier, or that bit cooler! While he likes to surprise you with them, seeing how your eyes light up in wonder as he shows you how it works, he loves it even more when you're involved in the building process; brainstorming ideas, designing, picking out the colour palette, he'll even let you use a blowtorch, just, please be careful, wait what was that twinkle of mischief in your eyes? Okay, no more blowtorch - leave it to the pro! It would kill him if you got hurt on his watch, he's meant to protect you!

✿ He's made up a comfy little alcove in his workshop so you can keep him company while he's working. Soft cushions, blankets, lights so can work on your own hobbies, it's perfect! Even when you were just friends, you were always welcome there, and it's become your little safe space. It's comfy enough to fall asleep there when Franky works late, and he even modified it so that there is room for him to sleep there too. While hanging out, you'll talk about everything, and nothing, what you're both working on, or you'll simply listen to music and enjoy each others presence, and that often leads to loud singing, especially on Franky's part. He'll share his cola with you too, you just bring the snacks - can't work on an empty stomach after all!

Robin

✿ Robin is very calm and reserved, especially compared to the rest of the crew, so her way of showing affection follows the same pattern. She'll put a gentle hand on your arm, and touch your foreheads together, but her favourite thing to do is to grow an arm out of your own, reaching down to hold your hand, all while on the other side of the room, smiling to herself. If your eyes are sharp, you'll catch the delicate blush on her cheeks when you bring your arm up to kiss her hand, or gently hold it to your cheek. She'll also make a pair of arms to wrap around your waist, or shoulders if you're sat down. She'll hold you personally too, but that is saved for your private quarters or the library.

✿ Part of her flirting is making dark comments and jokes; "I know the best way to your heart, dear." - "Through my stomach?" - "Oh no, that's not very efficient! It's anywhere between the 2nd and 4th ribs." She'll say it with such a loving gaze and gentle smile, and if you didn't know Robin better, you'd be worried she was plotting your murder, but that's just how she is, and you love her for it. She will also tell you all the gruesome details she finds in her books and research. Part of you suspects that she's purposefully trying to spook you so she can comfort you, but really she just finds these thing fascinating. Robin will be ecstatic if you can match her gallows humour, or if you have morbid facts of your own you can share with her.

✿ She takes great comfort in the fact that you love her unconditionally, and that you have always accepted her as she is, morbid interests, and former associations included, and she makes sure that you know she loves you all the same, no matter your quirks, flaws, and mistakes, for that is the beauty of love! You are each others port in the unrelenting storm of life.

Law

✿ Law is so used to losing the people he loves most, so for him to open up, it will take a lot of time, patience, and understanding. You can't push him on things, and will have to wait for him to come to you - he needs to feel like he has some control over the situation so he can make better judgement calls, and do something if it all goes wrong. It's nothing personal, he just doesn't want to helplessly watch his world fall apart again; he's older, smarter, and much stronger now, he will keep those he cares about safe. Once he's at that point where he feels like he's ready to be open and honest, he is completely dedicated and doggedly loyal, though he isn't very expressive with it.

✿ He shows his love through acts of service; making sure you are eating and sleeping well, tending any injuries you get in day to day life, moving you if you've fallen asleep in a weird place or position so you don't get any aches and pains, or catch a cold. Law hopes that you can feel the love he has for you in each action. He just wants to know you are healthy and well so he doesn't need to worry about you. Well, he says that, but he still worries, he can't help it. You'll need to use his own tactics against him to make sure he actually sleeps and eats instead of just working. It won't always work, sometimes he's working on things that are far too important, but he will relent otherwise.

✿ PDA is not a thing for him. At all. It's almost like he doesn't want to jinx things with the world seeing he has entrusted his heart with another again. On the Polar Tang, when it's just you and the crew, he'll be a little more open, placing a hand on your head or shoulder, matching your pace as he walks beside you, slightly gentler eyes, and the hint of a smile; so subtle, yet the crew sees right through him, and they like to tease you both. Nothing serious, but it still gets them the worst chores in response. In private, when you are alone is the only time will he allow himself to be vulnerable.

Kid

✿ Given how intense and aggressive he is, you have the patience of a goddamn saint, and guts to back you up. He refuses to lessen himself for anyone; he is who he is, and you can either accept it and embrace him fully, or you can, in his words, "Fuck right off!" It will take a lot to break through the immense barriers he has - he will shout, argue, insult, and to get through, you have to be able to withstand that without crumbling. Shout back! Show him you're not gonna let anyone walk all over you, not even him, earn his respect, then you can build up from there. Once you've wormed your way into that exclusive club of 'We aren't Killer, but Kid still cares about us," he will be ride or die with you, and when he realises he genuinely likes you, or hell, even loves you, he would burn down the world for you if you asked him to.

✿ Out in public, you get no special treatment. It's just safer that way. He can't afford to be looking over his shoulder every other minute to make sure no one is trying to get to him through you. He'll still keep an eye on you of course, but it's indistinguishable from him watching over the rest of the crew. On the Victoria Punk he will be possessive, but not affectionate. Kid will keep you by his side, or drag you onto his lap, just generally manhandling you really, there will be no mistaking who you belong to. Once you're alone he will actually soften up; he knows he's a lot, and he cares deep down, but he's still in charge, he is your captain after all. You should take advantage of this time to get all the affection out of him that you can!

✿ You're one of the few that are actually allowed to hang in his workshop, as long as you don't bother him. He'll entertain some conversation if he's just setting up, or having a break, but once he's in the zone, zip it. He's fine with you watching him work - he's good at what he does and he knows it, but seeing the admiration in your eyes is a nice ego boost. He'll make you things if the mood hits him, particularly bits of jewellery, as it makes it easier to manhandle you from the other side of the room. He's a busy man, he doesn't want to wait for you to look his way and walk over, he wants your attention now!

Killer

✿ Like Kid, Killer has a tendency to manhandle, but it's not nearly as aggressive; he's a big guy with big, strong muscles, and he just enjoys hauling you around like a sack of potatoes. It gives him the opportunity to hold you close, 'accidentally' touch your butt, and your laughter through it all is just so sweet. He greatly enjoys your presence when he's going about his day, and deeply appreciates any assistance you can offer, such as in the kitchen, and certainly when trying to manage his idiot best friend and crew, as he's essentially the de facto caretaker on board. Often you'll end up sat on his shoulders, acting as an extra pair of eyes and hands - no shenanigans go unnoticed!

✿ You have become an expert at reading Killer's moods and expressions through his mask, every slight shift of his body, and the angle of his head has a very specific meaning. It doesn't help that he's a quiet man in general; balancing Kid's incessant ranting and raving with his well thought out, straight to the point statements. He much prefers to listen to you talk, only talking when he has something to add to the mostly one-sided conversation. He loves having these 'chats' with you sat in his lap, head resting against his broad chest. Sometimes his goatee will tickle the top of your head, and he lives for those giggles.

✿ It will take a long time for him to feel comfortable enough to remove his mask, and you can bet he refuses to laugh around you for the longest time. Just be patient with him, and let him do things when he's ready, and don't make a big deal out of it if something slips; he'll be pretty mortified, so just giving him a loving smile and a gentle touch will reassure him that maybe the things he's insecure about, or straight up hates, aren't as big an issue as he believes them to be. Telling him he is perfect is appreciated, but not effective in building him up, since nothing is perfect really, but seeing you love him unconditionally certainly will give him a boost.

[pbstarot]

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐎𝐂𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 + 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭.

Hi, so here I am with yet another PAC, this time about your specific person's daydreams when they are in love. This pile works for Future Spouse, Future Lover and Crush (remember to apply where it fits). This PAC was suggested by @rosearex. Thank you! I used my OCs as the pictures on the PAC simply because I was too lazy to choose a theme for this. No other relation. Still, art credits go to me. Also, if you wanna take this PAC for yourself, you can, no problem. Additionally, most piles here got some NSFW mentions. Now, I kept it as PG as possible, except for pile 3, which was nearly impossible. So, if you are a minor, maybe steer clear of that one. Disclaimer: Tarot does not replace any sort of advice from a trusted professional that went to college for 8+ years to be there. It also does not always get things right. The future changes all the time and a responsible tarot reader can only assure 80% of their readings will be correct at any given point in time. Remember to take what you look at and go “huh, that could be me,” and leave the rest. Be conscious about your tarot content consumption and drink lotsa agua, amigo(a)(x).

Pile 1

Confirmation that this pile is for you: You could have a round shaped or heart shaped face. You could have upturned eyes. You could have darker skin. You could like the rain a lot. Vampires could be your favorite mythological creature. You could wear rings a lot. Your favorite colors could be white, red or gold (or all of them). Summer could be your favorite season, or when you were born. You could be pansexual. You could be considered quite popular, or have been popular before. You could enjoy watching documentaries. You could have Moon in Scorpio or Gemini in your chart. Those signs could also be present in the second house, or just be in your natal chart in general. Your initials could be S, L or M.

Their daydreams when they're in love.

Cards: Wheel of Fortune, Seven of Wands, King of Swords, King of Wands, Sun, Seven of Pentacles, Five of Swords rx, Eight of Swords.

Ok, so, right off the bat I figure your person is a little more down to Earth or TRIES to be (emphasis on try) when they have a crush or are in love (I'm getting that mainly from the King of Swords. When it came out, it was the first thing I thought of). So, I'm thinking that you are not gonna know this person's feelings, thoughts, daydreams, etc, likely ever. They can be more of a stoic presence, and even if not, when it comes to love, they become that. Serious and grounded. 

With the Wheel of Fortune, their daydreams might go all over the place. I think this person has very highlighted ups and downs too. For some, they could be prone to obsessing over the person they're in love with (hence why they wanna be so grounded and stoic. Responsible could be a better way of putting it) and that can lead to what, to them, is perceived disaster. This person is guarded, so anything out of the ordinary feelings-wise for them could indicate a dent in their perfect facade of not needing anyone. For others, they just fell in love a lot, and don't wanna do it anymore. No matter what, with the ups and downs, this person could go from thinking of them and their crush kissing, to getting married, to breaking up and being left alone, to someone dying, etc. The possibilities are endless and probably most of these stem from their abandonment issues (for everyone? Maybe not, but for a lot of you. They could also have perceived abandonment issues. For example, they had several deep crushes that never came to fruition and when they didn't, they felt abandoned by those people. It's more complex, I believe, and not any less harrowing. It caused them to be, again, emotionally guarded).

With the Seven of Wands, again there is this theme of blocking said daydreams, not wanting to acknowledge them. This person might be someone who prefers work and physical things. You see how I'm not getting any specific daydreams? This person is not letting me in for these first few cards. I think it will improve, but this info is just as important to understand them. Their avoidance could be something deeper, although you can never tell through a tarot reading AND it changes a lot from person to person. Nonetheless, you might find them cold if you meet them, or think they are not someone who is good with love (or very sympathetic towards it). That could be one of the things that might turn you off of them. Take as resonates. 

Now, going straight to the King of Wands, I believe this is where they let me in. With the King of Wands, things change a little bit, even color wise. Everything else was very blue, and from now on there are a few red colors again, much like the Wheel at the very beginning. To me this represents passion and love. For some, this person might daydream about themselves in a leadership role. (Could also be that most of their daydreams are NSFW, but I'll try to keep it PG, even if I am feeling it). They like to be in charge because they feel like this makes them more likable, or hotter to their partners. They also daydream of pursuing their crush, of making themselves known, of sweeping them off their feet. They like the idea of making someone fall in love with them. They might use money and status to get that, for some. For others, they use presents, independent of whether or not they have money. 

With the Sun, they daydream about a happy relationship, a happy life too. I believe they fall in love forever or for the long haul, another reason why they keep themselves in check. The Sun has a lot of yellow, red and blue, so through it all, I believe they also daydream about the sad parts and of overcoming them. This is a well rounded person who wants to have a real relationship with someone, but even though the reading is not about that, I don't know if they are ready for something like that quite yet. Again, different for each person who reads this, so you know the rule, but it's a feeling I get. I also believe they could daydream about having kids, about seeing them running around, and that might make them wanna cry. Very very guarded, especially this last one. This could be someone people don't often want to have kids with, or someone who doesn't wanna have kids most of the time, only inside their heads and locked very tightly (or, alternatively, only with the right person). This is someone who you could see staring into space and for sure they are thinking about love. They LOVE love. They think love is the best, and yet they don't let people know that (or not anymore). So, a lot of the ones around them might think they are simply coming up with new ideas, but they're probably just thinking of their crush, spouse, etc, wondering what kind of gifts they'd like, where they like to go out to, what are their interests, etc. 

With the Seven of Pentacles, again there's this feeling of them wanting to preserve this relationship, of patience, of kindness. This person can be soft, they need space to be, but they are good at being it. They know what to do in a relationship, even if, for some, maybe in theory only. They understand the ins and outs. Some could have been children of divorce, some could be children of "my parents should have gotten a divorce," but all in all, they wanna be patient for their partner, kind of emulating the feeling they were not exposed to growing up. They might daydream about helping their partner when they're sad, of being attentive to their needs, of hugging and kissing them when they're in distress. Things like that. 

With the Five of Swords reversed, the feeling is exemplified again. They could have been left in the cold a lot and not only by their situation growing up (whatever it was), but also by their subsequent partners. The volume of that varies from person to person. For some, your person has been in and out a lot, several different people, etc. For others, they might never have been in a relationship, and if they did, they had long ones, 2+ years. In the first scenario, being in and out sounded like the easy, good thing to do: Nothing lost here, considering no one had expectations, except for their soul. This is someone who can't do casual as well as they wish they could. For the ones who have been in longer relationships, the people they had relations with were just manifestations of their traumas. Either that, or entirely emotionally unavailable. Some very few could have been well meaning, but this person was just a lot (which isn't a bad thing with the right person, but in this situation, considering everything, it was). So, their whole daydream surrounds them not feeling out in the cold. Being able to unwind with someone, to not feel like they have to hide. The same goes for their partner, but I think this is their selfish daydream. The daydream in which they get the attention, the love and the hugs. 

With the Eight of Swords, I can't not see a more NSFW sentiment, but I'm gonna try to keep this PG. Because this person is someone who seemingly needs to trust their partner, one way of doing it would be trusting them in bed. They might like to be tied up, but also because they know their partner is gonna remove the ropes afterwards and take care of them. It's a trust exercise for them. They like the idea of being able to have this entrapment and knowing that it's not forever, that it's just inside of a specific part of their relationship, that once it's done, it's done. It's hot for them partially because of their past experiences (as truly, all kinks we have are fuelled by our life and psychology, etc), and partially because it's freeing for them. 

What makes them blush and gush, whether they admit it or not?

Cards: Five of Swords rx, Seven of Swords, Wheel of Fortune, Seven of Cups.

You got some repeats here, considering I took this one with the Luna Lapin, so I'm gonna go over it a little more briefly (although it'll probably be like that for all the other piles too). With the Five of Swords reversed, definitely their need to be cared for would make them blush. Being cared for would make them blush in general. This is something they want, but might not be entirely equipped to accept. They wanna be the center of attention but panic when they get there, basically. I think they might even stutter trying to tell you to stop or explaining why they don't take it as well as they wish they could. 

With the Seven of Swords, this is again NSFW, but something that makes them blush is them and their partner going out for some non-pg activities and people knowing it. They like the idea of keeping everything that makes them vulnerable a secret, so if they had a partner who's a little more touchy-feeling and who wants to engage, even in an appropriate, albeit obvious manner, they'd blush about it because they don't want people to notice that, well, they had sex. Very guarded person, again. Keep that in mind.

With the Wheel and the Seven of Cups, I feel like many things do make them blush and it's up to you, the querent, to find out. Some are less obvious than others, some take a while to notice, and are subtle. It's a delicate game, but this stoic looking person (to some) can be broken down by a partner they love or a crush, simply because they are not used to being flirted with. Shamelessly flirt with them, but be really honest and emotional, because depending on the flirt they might take it as a joke and give it back to you as that, doing a back and forth. In their minds, they'll interpret it as just a game. However, if you look into their eyes, pet their hair, hold their hand, all of these more intimate gestures, they'll melt. Just their nature.

Pile 2

Confirmation that this pile is for you: You could have more of a vintage style. You could like watching or reading period dramas. You could be non-committal in some capacity. You could enjoy the sunlight or need more of it in your life. You could be white. Werewolves could be your favorite mythological creatures. You could be athletic. You could be on the logical side. You could be in your 20s, or like the 20s as a decade. You could have been born in the month of July. Your favorite color could be purple or pink. Fall could be your favorite season, or the season you were born in. You didn’t get any signs, but you got the numbers 4, 7, 8, 9, 10 and 11, which could be any prominent houses, or numbers in general for you. Your initials could be S, U, W, F or P. 

Their daydreams when they’re in love. 

Cards: Five of Pentacles, Ten of Cups, Strength, Eight of Cups, Hanged Man, Queen of Cups, Two of Cups, Wheel of Fortune, Five of Wands rx, Page of Cups rx, Hermit, High Priestess.

Your person’s got quite a few majors. I feel, from that, that they might be someone that once they fall in love, they fall really hard. I believe they might be even a bit obsessive when they’re in love, which might make them crazy. You know those people who can’t separate things, who’d die for their person, etc? Yeah, this person’s like that. I also feel like there’s two sides here. First side hates being in love because of this. Second side likes to be in love and is always looking to give love a new chance (Pamela Anderson style, love one more time and always one more time). 

With the Five of Pentacles, their de facto daydream could be knocking on their person of interest’s door at night, with snow dripping from their hair and clothes, the person answering them and them asking for their forgiveness. I don’t know why this person feels like they need to be forgiven, but it’s quite interesting to see that one of their first fantasies is being accepted, even after they have done something “bad” to this person. I don’t sense they cheated (although maybe for a few of you it is that in their head), but I do think it was something emotionally straining, that wasn’t done on purpose. Afterwards, they dream of pulling the person and kissing them. I also think, for some, this is less about forgiveness and more about begging. They came to beg their love interest to love them as passionately as they love them and were accepted, wholeheartedly. They also like people who are not as outwardly emotional as them, that hold things in, and then let themselves go in their arms.

With the Ten of Cups, I think after the prior fantasy, they wish and daydream of kids, dogs, cats, nice houses, domestic bliss, etc. Sometimes, the two are disconnected, and this fantasy is about nothing ever being wrong between them and their person of interest. I also think they daydream about a quick wedding, the kind where you just meet someone, click immediately, and you’re married in a month (my High School Portuguese teacher’s second marriage was like that. Basically she got a divorce, and after the divorce was finalized she was walking around the supermarket when she met this guy and they liked each other. They were married in two weeks, and had been for seven years when she told me that story).I think they want this because they are so passionate, and they believe in soulmates (I feel like some would deny this passionately, try to go the “rational” route, but deep down they know they at least wish the concept was real, so they’d never feel unsafe again). They like the idea of an unexplainable, powerful connection, where the people involved just know.

With the Strength card, I also think their daydreams revolve around being sweet and nurturing to the person they’re interested in, and vice versa. Bringing each other coffee, talking about each other’s day, going about errands. They might actually daydream about what their person gets in the supermarket, what aisles they go through more often, what their usual purchase looks like. To them, this is intimacy, knowing someone like that. They get heart eyes just thinking about it, because it’s so common and beautiful. It’s real, it’s what they’d think. They had relationships before in which they went grocery shopping with their partner, so they don’t concern themselves with the more extravagant expressions of love. They know that love is in the mundane. I also think they imagine themselves visiting their person at work and vice versa, bringing them some food, some coffee, things like that.

With the Eight of Cups, their daydreams take a turn. I think here, one of their biggest daydreams surrounds the person they are interested in, or themselves, leaving their partners for the other. I think this person has been in quite a few difficult relationships, although it doesn’t have to be for everyone. In the end, they just want someone who would fight for them, or inspire them to fight for something again. I don’t think this person has given up love entirely. They definitely think they have, but I’m not entirely sure it’s not just in the back of their heads, waiting to make a comeback. That being said, it’ll have to be someone bringing in the fire. I feel like this person also second guesses themselves a lot, which would make sense in this scenario. All they want is someone they are sure of, like I said, someone they know that, if they’re in a relationship with them, things are gonna go smoothly. That’s mostly what I’m seeing here (and they do daydream about this, but I think it’s not with anyone they fell in love with, but this idealized version of a partner).

Ok, now, with the Hanged Man, some NSFW messages come through, although like in Pile 1, I’m keeping it very PG and brief. I think that, if they like to be tied, they like it because it makes them feel safe. It’s similar to Pile 1, although now that I mentioned it, I feel like this is a more metaphorical tie (although the NSFW message can fit someone too). They might literally dream of tying the knot, of being forever tied to someone. I also think they daydream of making those stupid ball-and-chain jokes, but in a postmodern, ironic way. I think they’d make them while hugging and kissing the person they are making the joke about. 

With the Queen of Cups, their daydreams also revolve around their person of interest being quite emotionally intelligent, nurturing (once more), and kind. Someone who gives a wise vibe, someone who understands themselves and others. I feel like their daydreams also revolve around being intrinsically known and connected to the person they are daydreaming about. It reminds me of that Jane Eyre quote: “I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you'd forget me.” I think they also believe, painfully, that they need this person more than the person needs them, even in their own daydreams. I think communication wasn’t a big thing in past relationships, so they felt like they poured everything they had to emotionally unavailable people, and they can’t help but let this energy leak, even into their happiest thoughts. This seems like a highly realistic person. 

With the Two of Cups, the cord comes back here. They want the soulmate and they wanna believe that most of their people of interest are that for them. They always believe in love one more time (for those that this resonated, and even for the ones that don’t, I feel like this person can’t help falling in love, Elvis style). I think they wish to know that this person is their soulmate, for sure, too, so they’ll make no more mistakes. They might put their people of interest through tests in their own heads. They also might have a list the person of their dreams needs to fill, and considering the list is complicated, they’ll never fall in love. It’s a method they might use to protect themselves from falling too hard. I also think they daydream of a person who’ll finally fill everything in, although they know that it’s impossible. I think recently they have been a little more flexible in this regard.

With the Wheel of Fortune, I think that they daydream of the years passing and of their partner still being with them. Life going up and down, loss of money, parents, etc, but also gain of fortune, promotions, pregnancies, all of that. Once more, this comes across as a highly realistic person, so they wanna take into account all the good and bad that might happen in a normal relationship. Control freak too, just to be sure they’ll be able to cover all of their bases, they think of what those would consist of. For some of you, this is the type of person to save for a rainy day, who can’t fathom anything catastrophic happening.

With the Five of Wands rx, this person daydreams of a relationship with no arguments. Once more, I think this was a problem they might have had in past relationships. One of their partners could have been quite combative, not very lenient. They don’t wanna build a home that is filled with shouting and violence. For some, this could have been their parents. For others, this could also have been friends. It differs for everyone, just know that there was something in their past, likely with someone or several people they loved a lot, that turned out very sour and made them fear disagreements. It truly wasn’t fair, so they daydream of conflict resolution, or not having any at all, like I mentioned.

With the Page of Cups rx, the first thing that came to my mind was that their daydreams rarely revolve around the honeymoon phase, which is true. Everything seems to be focused on the late relationship, like this person wants to rush the first part. I think they, somehow, don’t believe they are lovable, so the longer they give a person to figure out who they truly are before they get married, the more they’ll clock onto that fact. It could also be that they simply don’t wanna waste any more time, because they’ve been in and out of relationships enough, and now they just wanna get married already, see what the big deal is. I also think that they inherently hate the honeymoon phase and think it’s fake. It’s just two people putting their best foot forward, which falls apart sooner rather than later. So, they wanna know who they are with, truly (which explains the daydreams about going to the supermarket, etc), without any affectations.

With the Hermit, they keep their daydreams for themselves, but if anyone truly wanted to know, I don’t think they’d keep it in. This person believes in communication, even if they haven’t always been bestowed the same grace. I also think that they daydream of a free relationship, where they are left to their own devices once in a while. Something close, but not suffocating. They might enjoy their alone time a lot, to connect with their own soul, so this is imperative.

With the High Priestess, I still believe that, through it all, they leave some space to the unknown. Again, this person understands that daydreams are just daydreams, because they are, themselves, emotionally intelligent. This is something they use to amuse themselves when the day is slow, or, truly, when they are in bed at night, alone. Reminds me of yet another thing, the lyrics to Meeting Place by the Last Shadow Puppets: “She clings to his consciousness wherever he lays//He struggles to sleep at night and during the day//He's worried she's waiting in his dreams//To drag him back to the meeting place//His love had left him there.” I think this person might be quite cultured, which is why I am getting these things, or they use other people’s words to explain what they can’t convey. Nonetheless, no matter how emotionally intelligent and mature this person is, we all need love, and it has been particularly difficult for them to get what they want in this regard. So, they daydream.

What makes them blush and gush, whether they admit it or not?

Cards: Nine of Pentacles, Emperor, Temperance, Judgement.

Once more, a lot of majors for just a four card pull, so this person is quite decided in what they like. It’s interesting, because I got two messages right away. First, they are into beautiful women who are determined, confident, and dedicated to themselves. Second, they are into powerful men, who could make them submit. This person might be bisexual, or you could just adapt to your situation. Ideally, they wish they could have both. They like dominant people, who will take care of them, likely. They wanna be loved, wanted, all of that, and it’s easier to get that with someone who is confident, who won’t let them second guess whether or not they are beloved. I think this person is quite sexually free too, so they could have had both, if you get what I mean, even at the same time. Of course, once more, you take it as resonates.

With the Temperance card, I also think that what makes them blush is someone who is patient, and kind. Someone that, paired with with the Judgement card, makes a good judge of character. Above all, the people who make them blush are always more of a dad or strong, beautiful woman archetype. A man who could take care of them, a woman who could beat them up. It’s kind of cute. I don’t think they are at all attached to these types, though, and might go just every which way, depending on who they like. Again, emotionally intelligent enough to understand that they have to be flexible when it comes to real people, and that no one will fill their dream partner list completely (although they so, so, so wish for it). I think they also like people who can they be this Emperor to, so, cute people. Yeah, it’s definitely a case by case situation here, but this type of person doesn’t make them blush, they wanna make them blush. Again, it depends.

Pile 3

Confirmation that this pile is for you: You might prefer to watch movies than read books. You might wear earrings a lot, and have quite the collection. You could also have a necklace you wear all the time or often change them around. You could be in the Aro-Ace Spectrum. Alternatively, and this came to me, you could have a crush on Aro Volturi from Twilight (Yes. Aro Volturi from Twilight. This is more relatable than you think. I will not elaborate). Your favorite color could be green. Your favorite season could be Winter. You could have a shorter stature.You could be quite emotional. You could be neurodivergent. You could enjoy watching documentaries. You could be athletic. You could frequently hear tinkling bells. You could have Cancer anywhere in your chart. Your initials could be M and B.

Their daydreams when they're in love.

Cards: Five of Wands, Magician, Ten of Wands, Eight of Cups, Empress, Three of Cups, Ace of Pentacles, Devil, Two of Swords, Ace of Wands, Justice, Nine of Wands. 

The first thing I got looking at the cards was a bad vibe. Interesting person. I think that this is definitely the most immature of all piles, and could be someone who hasn’t been in many relationships in the past. I also think it depends, true. Mostly this gives me a fuckboy-girl sort of vibe, someone who isn’t serious about their relationships, which is quite different from the previous piles (I also think that, if you felt attracted to any of the others, give it a read, because it could complement this one). This is also the pile with the most NSFW energy out of all of them, but, once more, I’ll try to keep it PG. Still, if you are a minor, maybe sit this one entirely out.

Also, this pile is a bit all over the place. These people are pulling me in every direction, so I think there’s a few of them here. I’ll try my best to make sense of everything in a coherent way.

With the Five of Wands, I think one of this person’s daydreams is riling their person of interest up, and getting them to be mad at them. I think they think it’s hot when someone is screaming at them bloody murder. All they want is to grab them by the waist and kiss them. I also believe that this person does that so they feel like they have some sort of control over this person. For some, it’s not that deep, it’s one of those “pulling your pigtails” moments, that is more to evoke an emotion than anything. With the Magician, I feel like this person doesn’t have many problems pulling partners left and right. I believe they might manifest people to have sex with quite easily. I also think that one of their chief daydreams is to have multiple partners, at the same time too. I really wanna keep this PG, so you can fill in the gaps yourself. Either way, this is someone who is, again, quite free with sex and they don’t think of much more than that. There is a fear of going deeper, of wanting love. While Pile 2 tried their best to believe in love one more time, this person has seen enough, doesn’t want any. Alternatively, though, they could be quite the opposite, and be waiting to manifest the perfect person. This is, however, to a very few of you only.

With the Ten of Wands, I think one of their daydreams could be to help the people they are interested in. Interestingly, we have arrived at a sexless fantasy of theirs. I think they like to be of service and that could be one of their love languages. They like this because it makes them feel wanted. In fact, this whole sex God façade could be just that, a need to be wanted, but not to be had. They want what’s easy: Sex, without attachments, but just enough of it that they don’t feel like a waste of space. I don’t think they are at a position in which they can face this is their driving force for going on so many sexual escapades (considering they hide behind the fact that they are young. This is, truly, the early twenties pile), but they will when they are older. Still, for some of you, they are truly just exploring, and there is even a more earnest wish to be a good partner. Like Lynn Barber, I think I mentioned her here before. If you ever watched An Education, you know who she is (the main character’s story was based on her real life account of the same happening to her). Lynn Barber went to Cambridge, found out that she wasn’t the smartest person there, and decided to explore her romantic options. She wanted above all to understand men. Because of her experience with one in the past, she aimed to discover everything there was to know about them. I feel like your person’s daydreams revolve around this understanding, although there’s less of it and more of action. They might run everything they did with someone romantically through their brains afterwards, taking note of what was good, what wasn’t, what there is to improve, etc.

With the Eight of Cups, one of their daydreams revolves around leaving. They might have attachment issues and be one of those people who likes to leave before they are left. This daydream brings them joy because they wanna be the powerful one, the one who pulls the plug, the unfeeling one. Again, I told you I got a bad vibe. Mostly, it’s emotional immaturity. If you inquired about your Future Spouse, I am not sure this will be them when they meet you, but could be for some. Either way, you should wait it out, so they get out of this phase. I think that being a prick brings them immense satisfaction, and you don’t wanna get involved with someone like that (you can’t change them. They’ll change themselves). If this isn’t the case, then I think they might be ashamed of this in the future (although I can’t be sure). Still, there’s joy in this card. Leaving feels oh so good. With the Empress, they daydream of a beautiful person, who’ll wreck their life, but whom they can tame. The femme fatale, the dangerous man, the modern siren. Whoever it is, they wanna win, they don’t wanna be taken by them. It’s a demonstration of power, again. This person has a LOT to prove to themselves. For some of you, though, I think they think of a nurturing, beautiful, creative creature and that would be the only one they would submit to. Like Pile 2, they have a very specific type they wanna marry someday (and that is a far someday). It’s quite divided, so I think you’ll really have to use your discernment here. 

With the Three of Cups, I again feel like this person might want multiple partners at once and daydreams about that quite frequently. I don’t see polycule, because that would demand an actual relationship, but definitely a situationship. I also think they daydream about being free to go out with friends. Honestly, I don’t think this person ever falls in love and if they do, they run. Still, if it were the case, then, this card would symbolize them going out with their partner and friends, but just the thought of it might make this person wanna puke. It’s not, again, that they don’t want it, they just like to convince themselves that they are above this sort of behavior, that they cracked the code of love. They are definitely in their early, early twenties. With the Ace of Pentacles, I think this person might daydream of a relationship that is mutually beneficial. Sugar baby/daddy. I don’t think they’d go all the way, though, but they might like to think they would. For others, though, they daydream of being able to help the person they are infatuated with monetarily. I don’t think it’s even with any strings attached. That whole being of service thing comes back. They do truly wish to help others. This is a kind, bruised sort of person, who is just learning how to function in the world of relationships and love, without wanting to get got by anyone. I also think that if the person they lent the money to tried to tell them they were in love with them, they’d vehemently deny it, and even leave forever.

The Devil is self-explanatory in the NSFW realm, but, being entirely honest, I think this person daydreams of toxic relationships. Listen, I have my own view on what is toxic or not (namely that, to be toxic, a relationship needs to be unbalanced. Sure, there are things that are non-negotiable, like physical abuse, and other things, but I think a relationship that is intense is not necessarily toxic. I don’t think this is the case, though), and I think this is one of the actually toxic ones. They might daydream of a very unrealistic, Wattpad-y attachment. Fifty Shades of Gray sort of situation, where it is not a BDSM relationship, but a really bizarre, cult-like one, where there is heavy manipulation. Now, I don’t think this person does that because they are toxic, they do that because they don’t know better. They have this lack of experience with ACTUAL relationships, and so they think this is the best thing ever, this is the only one in which they would feel actually understood. I do think one day they’ll look back at this and laugh so hard, and thank God that they never truly got into one of these (which I think it’s the Universal truth here). With the Two of Swords, again, more NSFW messages. This person can’t stop, they are obsessed with it. Blindfolded and all. If I go into a non-nsfw route, though, this could symbolize their lack of daydreams. Again, they are an action oriented person, and so they feel like they don’t have time to indulge in these things. They still wanna believe they are superior. With the Ace of Wands, I’m sounding like a broken record, but yeah, I swear, all they think about is sex and what comes with that. They also might daydream about pulling people, making out with them, making them “theirs” for one night, especially people they know, friends, colleagues, etc. I think they like the idea of having some sort of emotional connection with the person, to make things feel better, but not a romantic one. A casual thing, a taboo thing like a workplace relationship, having sex with a best friend and no one knowing, etc.

With Justice, now, we get to a major, probably hidden daydream of theirs, which is fun and interesting. They secretly long for someone to balance them out, to save them from themselves. This is different from the toxic relationship. In fact, this is pure. They wanna have someone who’ll convert them, like the Empress before, but even purer. Someone that they can trust in completely, a balanced connection without any darkness. Someone they can worship entirely, give themselves to entirely. This is a general fantasy though, so unlike the femme fatale energy from before, this is tender love and care. Very hidden, very vulnerable daydream, the kind they’d laugh after being accused of, before running away. They give me MAJOR Lestat de Lioncourt vibes, but in Interview With The Vampire, which is Louis’ take on things. Last, but not least, Nine of Wands. It ties to the previous daydream well. They want someone who’ll nurture them back to health, who’ll fix them in a way. No, they cannot be fixed, and they know that, but they want someone who’ll try. Someone who’ll show them they care, who won’t run when they do. Major major attachment issues, again. They don’t wanna take accountability for their side of the dynamic and I still believe that, if someone did this for them, they’d leave anyway. Some, sure, would stay, but the majority would leave. And even the ones who would stay are not worth it in this scenario. Will they care for their person back? Honestly, probably not. So, that’s that.

What makes them blush and gush, whether they admit it or not?

Cards: Tower, Queen of Wands, Eight of Cups, Four of Wands.

I think someone who’ll wreck their life, like I said with the Empress. Someone who’s gonna give them the best, most mind blowing night of their life and then disappear. They blush to the thought of someone stronger than them in bed, stronger than them in life, who’ll disappear as if in a dream. With the Queen of Wands, this would likely be someone powerful in themselves who doesn’t need this person at all. That makes them blush. With the Eight of Cups, definitely the idea of someone leaving first, leaving them in the dark. And, lastly, with the Four of Wands, surprisingly, weddings make them blush. I think it’s the public display of everlasting affection that gets them at the end, the idea that it could be them if they were a little less emotionally unavailable, that someday they too could end up tying the knot. In general, what makes them blush and gush are powerful people BUT I don’t think they are outwardly exhibiting the signs. This person can be quite good and controlled. They don’t let themselves get caught being anything less than dignified when it comes to love. Barney Stinson from How I Met Your Mother comes to mind. Perfect suit, perfect life.

[localkiss]

Princess Sprinkles!

Vendetta Chris Redfield x fem reader!

cw: dd/lg, creampie, squirting (guys idk how squirting feels like....), multiple orgasms (reader), fingering, pet names, praise kink, oral fixation (reader obv), light mentions of breeding, soft dom!Chris!!, afab terms used, size kink ish.., Chris being silly, Chris being a lil mean one time, and some fluff :3 !! — Lmk if I missed anything.

wc: 2005 !! (🤭 birth year go crazyy LOL!)

notes: if you don't like ddlg just um. Idk don't read 💀!! I fr try not to make the reader teeny tiny but like dude Chris is huge asf.. size kink go brrr 🧎🏻‍♀️! I'll be making reader a lil squishy from now on bc I'm not skinny either ☝🏻.Also I used to watch the Bratz babyz movie on repeat sm that the disc got ruined 😭😭 soo.. yes that part is directly from yours truly! Not proof read 😵‍💫

tags: @argreion, @rigorwhoring bc ily guys 😇!!

"Daddy!" You squeal as soon as Chris picks you up and spins you around. Making your fluffy mini pleated skirt twirl upwards.

Chris hoists your pretty body over his shoulders and pats you on the butt, practically skipping towards your shared bedroom. It looks like someone dumped all the squishmallows possible into the master bedroom. He can't help but think of you every time he sees a stuffed animal. Shits rooted in his brain. Stuffies = his angel!

Yeah, he might have to fight with them to make room for himself, but he wouldn't trade it for any other way. He doesn't actually fight them, knowing you'd throw a hissy fit and say "Hate daddy! Forever 'n ever!" Chris's heart shatters like glass whenever you say that.

He's grown softer because of you and those little threats of yours make his heart drop down to the core of the Earth. Would he admit it to team Alpha? No. Never in a million years. But they've got eyes and ears, they're not Patrick Star. Dumb and living under a rock.

Lately he's been covered in hickeys and cute little doodles that're supposed to be like tattoos by yours truly. Goes to work and gets teased by his squad, telling him how you've got him wrapped around your pretty little finger. How much you've changed him, for the better. He always shrugs them off, putting them back to work.

You for sure made Chris cut back on smoking a fuck ton. Constantly crying about how the stench will ruin your stuffies and the coat the walls of the house with a film. You're right, that's for sure. And the fact that second hand smoke is even worse is what clicks it into his head for him. His baby. His sweetheart, could end up dying because of his stupid ass habits.

Chris has lost too many of his men because of his habits. Too many good men. You are his savior. He pounds away the guilt into your needy little cunt. Constantly craving him. Needing him. Loving him. Honest to God, he needs that more than anything in this lifetime.

"Sweetheart," he sighs and sets you down onto the bed. "I missed you. Whatcha been up to?"

"Slept 'n colored and um... Ate some snackies, watch movie, 'n had lotsa juice!" You mumble, eyes glancing around the entire room. Using your hands to talk, as your words get slurred when you're in this state of mind.

Chris presses a faint kiss to your temple and noses down to the underside of your ear. Carefully holding the back of your head with his hand. He gives you more kisses and blows raspberries into your ear, making you squeal and swat at him.

"That's good baby. Glad you had a productive day." Chris smiles at you lovingly.

Your heart then swoons, making you feel all mushy inside. Praise gets him everything from you. Just like you crying out for daddy gets you everything from him!

He lazily starts to unbuckle his belt, pulling it through the loops. Setting it down on the bedside table with a thud. He starts to undo his fly, pushing his pants all the way down, kicking out of them.

Only dressed in his boxers and shirt, he engulfs you with a hug. Nuzzling into your neck, feeling your hands grab ahold of his shirt.

"Daddy?"

"Just recharging honey, hold on." His voice is deep and gruffy, sending chills up your spine.

You lay there, body buzzing with warmth as his figure presses you into the mattress. His hips shift and move against yours, causing you to gasp.

Thighs squeezing against his fit waist and he sighs into your neck. "Daddy's not charge. He excited..." Your fingers tug on his shirt and he sits up.

"Off?" Pointing to his shirt and you clumsily remove your own shirt and skirt. Now both of you are only in your underwear. Well, you still have your white thigh highs on, but still.

He presses your thighs up to your chest and settles in the middle as best as he can. Feeling his skin on your skin feels like heaven. Makes your panties wet, which he's noticed but doesn't want to say anything about it. Knowing you get all shy and embarrassed when he points things out like that. He likes it. Thinks it's cute that you want skin ship.

"So pretty baby," he pushes his hips forward. His cock catching onto your clit with each slow roll. "Pretty pussy, pretty tits. Pretty girl. My pretty girl."

Chris leans back and gets rid of his boxers. Pulling your panties up to slip his cock between your folds. Laying back down on top of you. Humping you instead of fucking you.

You can't complain, his tip his pressing against your clit nicely. Your hips rolling up to meet his and his dick slips inside.

He bottoms out immediately with a growl. "Baby. Did I say you could put it in?" Chastising you with a rough thrust, acting like it's your fault his dick slipped inside of your tiny hole.

"Daddy, didn't mean to. Not m'fault," you whine out, kicking your legs.

"S'okay. Daddy will make it all better." Chris presses a kiss to your forehead and acts like he's going to pull it out. Only to harshly thrust it back into you. "Fuck, princess. She's not wanting to let me go. You hear her crying for me?"

Moaning, you dig your nails into his back, "Daddy, daddy, never leave," you start babbling already.

He groans and rabbits his hips, making the bed rock against the wall.

"Wait, daddy, stuffies no want look, turn," you try to speak as he continues to fuck you like he hates you.

"Shit, okay baby. Hold on," he grunts and turns them around as best as he can. "Better now?"

You nod and go in for a kiss and he meets you halfway. Drooling into your mouth and your tongues swirl together before you suck on his. Moaning as he drives himself deeper inside of you. Squelching sounds and skin on skin echoing in the bedroom. Surely you guys won't get a noise complaint this time!

He spits into your mouth and smears it all over your lips with his thumb, pushing it into your mouth. Who needs a pacifier when you've got daddy's thumb?

Watching your eyes flutter shut and your lips wrapping around his thumb, it sets him off. His other hand driving down between you both and rubbing harshly at your puffy nub.

Biting down, you furrow your eyebrows. Breathing quickly and moaning softly. "Close," you hum around his digit. Sucking on it as you get closer and closer.

Chris's dick hits a special spot inside of you and your body shakes underneath him. Pussy trying to push out his cock as a clear liquid shoots out of you.

"Goddamn, baby, squirting on me, mmhh—fuck..." His hips falter and he dumps his cum inside of you. Resting his body on you, burying you into the bed. Making sure his cum never leaves you.

Chris pulls his thumb out of your mouth and kisses you feverishly. "Putting a baby in you, s'that alright princess?" Your pussy agrees by clenching around his thickness.

But he's acting like you've got a choice, since he's already done the deed. He pulls you up into his arms and you guys slowly make your way to the bath. Still connected and full.

Keeping you in his arms, he reaches down to turn on the water and put in the plug. You giggle and some of his cum starts to spurt out and drip down his balls. He settles in the tub with you on his lap, grabbing the soap to fill it with bubbles.

Chris slowly lifts you off of his length and sets you between his legs. Back pressed against his hairy chest. While his cum dribbles out of you.

His fingers make their way down to your sensitive cunt and slowly dips them inside. "Shh, I know baby," pressing soft kisses to your cheek as you whine and claw weakly at his forearms. The other one is keeping you pressed against him.

"Daddy's helping you baby," he starts to curl his fingers and your legs shake. Clearly overstimulated from earlier. But Chris starts to be a bit greedy, smacking his palm against your pretty little pearl.

Throwing your head back against his shoulder, he coaxes you into another orgasm. With the disguise of helping you get his cum out. If anything, he's trying to fuck it back into. Serious about putting a mini him or you inside of your tummy.

"Baby, almost there. Y'got it princess.. mmh.. cum one more time for daddy? Promise I'll clean you up and get us some donuts with sprinkles on 'em, just the way you like." Man, he's even bribing you! Daddy knows what you really want right now. So you whimper in response.

"Daddy, mmhhff... Daddy oh god! Please, please, please!" Your heels dig into the tub as the water fills it. His lips sucking and biting into your neck is what makes you cream around his digits.

Body convulsing and breath raggedy and higher as you come down from your second high of the night. Chris grabs your face and kisses you all over, mumbling praises into your skin. "Good girl, daddy's so proud of you."

Then, he takes his time washing you off, letting you play with the rubber duckies and splashing water onto him. Putting bubbles on his beard and making one for yourself.

"I daddy! See?" You pout and furrow your eyebrows, taking a drag of an imaginary cigarette. Chris rolls his brown eyes and takes the imaginary cigarette and puts it out.

"Babies can't do that stuff, remember? Only daddies can do that, silly baby girl." He wipes the bubbles off of your face and his, nibbling on your earlobe. Making chewing noises, "Om nom nom, my baby tastes so yummy!"

You squeal and press your face into your shoulder. "Daddy! Got wash so we can eat nummy donut! Donut sprinkle!"

He hums and gets to work. Gently washing your back and hair as you wash your front side and down to your toes. Chris hauls you up and he turns on the shower to wash your hair and his. God knows he needs this shower after training his new squad mates today.

Chris washes his own figure as you cup the water in your tiny hands and splash it up in the air. Watching you pretend you have powers as the water runs down your arms and to the tips of your fingers.

"Alright princess. Let's go get some sprinkled donuts," he pats your heart shaped ass with a chuckle. Wrapping you in a fuzzy towel, he gets to work drying you off. It reminds you of that Bratz babyz movie. Sure reminds him of it too. From how often you guys watched it, the CD stopped working and you threw a fit.

So of course, he bought a couple more, just in case. It's not like he doesn't have the money for it. So why not keep his baby sated with something so simple as a 2000s movie? He even bought you some Bratz dolls and monster high ones. Likes how you squeal and jump around in excitement every time he buys you something so simple as a doll. Makes him happy.

"Princess sprinkles and daddy sprinkles! Getting donut sprinkles! Sprinkles, sprinkles, sprinkles!" You laugh as he puts on your blue matching cinnamoroll pajamas that he spent fifty dollars on. Worth it in his opinion. Looks so cute on you, he can't help but press kisses all over your cheeks.

"Alright, alright, princess sprinkles. Let's go get in the car. Daddy'll buy you all the chocolate sprinkled donuts there is at the bakery." Chris's heart thumps in his chest. Yeah, there's a sprinkled shaped hole with a sprinkle version of you in his heart.

[kelppsstuff]

All these exorcists looking so serious

How about an exorcist reader who's only stoic when fighting but she's genuinely such a cheerful and positive darling?

":0! GUYS LOOK!!" "Awh, don't be sad, I bet lotsa other angels would like to be with you!" "I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to bump into you while flying babes :(("

- sweetheart anon

“Kisses!”

Summary: Basically just a sweet heart angel who kills sinners and has magical kisses!

Warnings: None I can think of!

F!Reader

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“Ouch! Shit.” I look to my left, catching sight of Ariel clenching her side. I hurried over to her — sitting her down while I called for a medic to rush over. “Oh my gosh — are you okay?” I asked, worry laced in my tone.

“Yeah I’m good Y/N. Just need a stitch.” I felt bad at the sight of her wincing in pain. “Oh you poor thing. Muwah, there all better!” I smiled sweetly at her, kisses always makes things better. “Thank you.” She gave me a sweet smile to — and for a moment I saw her relax.

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“FUCKING SHIT BALLS!” I looked over to the only man who would have such a vocabulary. Adam.

I walked over to him — giving him a worried glance over. “Are you okay? What happened?” I put my hand on his arm — since he was two tall for me to reach his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “I’m cool or whatever I just stubbed my toe.”

“Awe, I’m so sorry. Muwah.” I used my wings to fly me up enough to give a kiss to his cheek.

“It’s, it’s whatever dude.” I could see the smile he had on his face — or maybe it was a smirk.

More often the not after that — Adam always hurt himself being clumsy when I was around. And every time my kisses made him feel better. They were magical.

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“I swear if I have another sinner punch me one more time I’m going to lose it.” I sip my boba tea as I watch Lute rub the bruise forming on her cheek.

She had gotten a bit bruised up in this last extermination. I couldn’t help but feel guilty that I wasn’t there to help her.

I leaned over the table and gave a kiss to her cheek. A slight blush formed over her face, I could see her rolling her eyes. Though the slight grin on her face told me she was in a lot better mood.

“You should totally try some of my boba tea!”

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“How did you get in to this elite group anyway?” Ariel asked, I could tell it was genuine curiosity and not teasing like some others did.

To be honest I couldn’t blame someone for doubting my abilities — but I think people tend to forget that we are in a heaven. Not all of us are killing machines.

“I guess I just passed the exam. I had an opportunity and I took it. It’s worked out for me this far.” Me and her shared a little laugh before I offered her some of my candies.

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I used my sword to slice off a sinners head quickly, not wanting to draw out his death.

Looking over to my right I saw Ariel get kicked into a wall. I flew quickly to her — helping her up. “I think they broke my rib.” I felt it, and yep she definitely did. “Head over to the portal, I think we’re leaving soon.” My voice was emotionless as I gave her a kiss to her cheek.

I rush after the sinner who ran away. I flew in front of him and he ran down an alley way. “Just you and me.” I spoke out drawing my sword. Before he could make a sound I stabbed him through the mouth and pinned him to the alley wall.

Some of his blood splattered on my face as the life in his eyes died. “Time to pay the piper.”

“Now that, was badass.” I looked over to Adam, and Lute. Adam was clapping, a proud smile on his face while Lute looked away — nervous.

I pulled my sword away from the sinner before running over to the two. “Is the portal open yet? Ariel got hurt.” Wordiness was in my tone — to which Adam grabbed chin, stoping me from talking.

“Sush babe — it’s all under control.”

—

I sighed out as I read over Adam’s report. It was normal he’d come to me with his paper work when Lute was busy.

“What? That’s like the fifth sigh.” I looked up to the first man. To be honest I hadn’t really known I was sighing that much.

“It’s just — I give everybody kisses or blow them ones when they are feeling down.”

Adam sat beside me, “uh huh.” Gesturing for me to continue. “Well it’s just sometimes I wish I could get some kisses when I get hurt or feel down.”

“Muwah.” I looked to my left where Adam was sitting. I smiled as I cached the kiss he blew.

—

“Ariel!” My friend looked over to me, “hm?”

“You’ll never guess what’s been happening over the last few months!” She gave me a confused look, “what’s been happening?”

“So you know Adam right? Our boss? First man? Rockstar?” Ariel gave me a smile, “I think I’ve heard of him.”

“Oh Ariel don’t be silly — you’ve seen him. Did you hit your head?”

“That was sarcasm.”

“Oh.”

…

…

…

“Well? What’s been happening these last few months?” She asked after a long silence.

“Oh right! So you know how I give hugs, or kisses, or make people cakes when they get sad or hurt?” Ariel nodded her head, “one of many things I like about you.”

I smiled at her adorableness. “Well — I told Adam I get sad when no one does that for me and well now every time I’m not in a good mood or I hurt myself he’ll pat my head, or blow me a kiss, or will be really sweet.”

“Adam?!”

“Yeah! Like today I dropped my boba tea and he wrapped his wing around me and gave me his!”

“Aweeeeee.”

—

Lute got up from the chair, cursing loudly when she hit her shin. “Muwah.” She slowly looked over to Adam, and he slowly look up from gutair.

“This never happened.”

His voice was low, and you could see his embarrassment through his mask.

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A/N: it’s been awhile, hi! So I’m not going to be posting daily, or to to much, but I’m going o try and get more stuff out. I’ve been inactive and that’s just because in my opinion I haven’t been writing well — and I don’t want to put out writing I don’t love. I will eventually get to your request, however it won’t be immediate. I’m sorry this is so short and please have a lovely day!

[spdrvyn]

wrong kind of rivalry — MIGUEL O'HARA

☆ you and miguel are constantly at an impasse, but your coworkers seem to think otherwise. requested here.

rivals to lovers. fluff. hurt/comfort. lotsa romance. sorry, this one took a while for me to put out, school and stuff </3

"Not even a chance. Every single I enter the room, those two are arguing about hoo or ha." 

"That's 'cus you don't see the chemistry, ol' man."

Mayday babbles in the carrier, reaching out of her dad as her little fingertips graze the stubble on the lower half of his face. He coos at her and Hobie smirks, flicking a curl that curtained her forehead. 

"I bet fifty pounds that those two are shaggin' behind our backs." 

"Shagging? Uh, oh, oh—" Peter covers his mouth in shock, before moving them to cover Mayday's ears. "Don't say that, there's a baby present." 

Hobie chuckles, "She don't have a clue," 

"Clue about what exactly?" Miguel frowns, putting his hands on his hips. His presence seems imposing like actually, but at least one person has gotten jumped by his sudden intrusion in conversations. Would you really be part of this strike force if it hadn't happened to you?

"Clue about the world, existence, growing up." Peter retaliates, but it's clear that it was just a panic response. Mayday giggles and Miguel raises a brow at it. 

"Right," he rolls his eyes, walking past the both (technically, three) of them. It's hard to tell if he's actually out of earshot, but neither of them care. 

Peter leans in closer, "Fifty dollars." 

-

The bellowing silence of the room was enough to sweep anyone away, the two spiders awaited the familiar hum of the portal as they waited and waited and waited.

Unfortunately, both of them had lives to attend to. Peter knew that M.J. couldn't, wouldn't, be mad at him but he could already imagine the amount of subtle glares he'd be getting while putting Mayday to sleep. Hobie also had his own duties, uninformed and mysterious but duties nonetheless.

That works well on your part, those two don't get to see you and Miguel huffing and puffing back on the way to his office as irritated banter fills the air.

"I just don't get what's so hard to understand about this,"

"Maybe if you just left it be, there wouldn't be anything to discuss."

The way that Miguel seems to just want to brush this off causes your blood to boil, it makes you want to get syringe and suck the life out of yourself. The urge to pull your hair was growing too strong.

Not to mention the eyes of multiple Spider-people on you, it was an embarrassing sight. For them to see you chasing after your rival a.k.a. boss as he ignores whatever the hell you're talking about.

Before the big, intimidating sliding doors to his office close, you trail quickly behind him. You're desperately out of breath, limbs aching from the long trip you've made to the tip top of headquarters, but you try like you always do.

"I messed up, Miguel." the dejected tinge in your tone makes Miguel's nails dig into the inside of his fist, his lips purse into a straight line. "You're allowed to be mad at me, just because we're... different now doesn't mean that I'm free from punishment."

"Different? Is that what you're calling our relationship now?"

"Dating feels like such an awkward term,"

"Maybe our secret is getting to you," Miguel's lips quirk up into a small smile. God, he looks pretty. Big fingers cradling your chin upwards so that you can look at him. Properly. "Anomalies slip more often that I want, it's just a fact and it's bound to happen every once in a while. I've gotten used to it by now."

"I know, but still-"

"No buts," he says, firm. "Do whatever you want, try to recompense for your mistakes but I'm letting you know now that it's fine."

You let out a frustrated sigh, Miguel lets go of your face but not without pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I will find a way to make it up to you, just watch me. I'm very capable." you frown, making your way out of his office.

Miguel shakes his head, gaze locked on the determined look on your face. Sure you will.

[silverzoomies]

headcanon post ig

💙 nsfw ahead !! pretty filthy, just a warning !! 💙 

all the different eras/variations of peter maximoff are so...

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💙 dofp era - he's so all talk until you take your shirt off. jerks it to 70's lewd mags he keeps stashed in a stolen set of speakers. fooled around with girls a handful of times. horny like a rabbit. went all the way once. it was so awkward he didn't finish. invited you over to legitimately hang out. thinks you talk too slow. plays an alice cooper record. infodumps about it. keeps zipping in and out of the basement for whatever reason. mostly to impress you with his speed. you're both horny. you both think the other is cute. you keep droppin' hints that you wanna fuck. he pretends he doesn't notice. either because he wants to play it cool, or because he's nervous. or both. he's distracted playing space invaders until you call his name. turns around, you're lifting your shirt over your head. it's like your titties bounce in slow motion. he's on you in a flash. his kisses are hasty and uncoordinated. wears a condom. humps like a bunny. fast, shallow thrusts. whimpers when he cums. wants to do it again five minutes later.

💙 apocalypse era - he's so date at the boardwalk on the other side of the country. rides the ferris wheel with you. offers to hold you close if you're too scared of heights. his dick gets really hard when your hand touches his leg. wins you the biggest prize playing carnival games. doesn't have to cheat, he's mastered all of them. pulls all the stops to win your heart. loves the thrill of the chase. takes you to an arcade. presses himself against you to "teach you how to play." but you're only playing galaga. sets up a romantic, moonlight picnic at the end of the night. would make out with you for hours. keeps asking if you're okay. would get you anything you wanted. eats you out on the picnic blanket. vibrating tongue makes you cum again and again. insists he doesn't need to get off. you fuck him under moonlight anyway. it's filthy and passionate. some of the best sex you'll ever have. so good you think you're in love with him. he'll definitely take you out again. would totally bail if you wanted a serious relationship, though.

💙 dark phoenix era - he's so regrets never settling down with a partner. past his prime. you used to be best friends. fucked around once or twice. nothing came of it. he hasn't seen you in years. melts into a puddle when he sees you again. you're mature and more confident in yourself. he thinks it's sexy as fuck. awkwardly offers to take you out to dinner. the dinner's too fancy. he doesn't feel comfortable at all. and neither do you. he's a lot more patient. lets you do all the talking. you keep asking him about himself, but he gives you half-truths. "oh, me? i'm great. lots of fans. pretty famous. all the kids think i'm their hero. gets hard bein' the best x-man, y'know? lotsa pressure." he hopes this makes you laugh. it does. fuck it. he might fall in love with you. sneaks you into his room at the mansion like you're teenagers again. kisses you like he hasn't kissed anyone in years. because he hasn't. eats your pussy like he's weaving careful threads with his tongue. really takes the time to taste you. fucks you so slow and so deep. realizes how much he missed you. thinks about knocking you up since he never had a kid. nah. he'd probably make a shitty dad anyway. insists he's in love with you. can't break his old habits, though. ghosts you again. but thinks about you 24/7.

💙 wandavision - he's so earthbound incense to cover up the smell of weed. invited you over just to "hang out 'n talk." plays a red hot chili peppers song and assumes you don't know it. says "just throw that shit wherever" when there's too much junk on the couch for you to sit. ogles your ass every time you get up. makes some half-hearted attempt at getting to know you. asks about your favorite show or movie. puts it on. barely watches it. keeps trying to sneak his arm over your shoulder. asks you shit like "does it smell alright in here?" somehow you end up in his lap anyway. Pulls his shorts halfway down his thighs. lets you do all the work, riding his dick. comes up with some poor excuse for not using a condom. he's bigger than you expect, but not huge. a touch above average. the fucking is pretty steamy. but he's a big talker. this either charms you, or makes you roll your eyes. he smacks your ass a lot. insists he won't cum inside. he does. orders you doordash after. forgets you asked for no ice.

💙 bonus: this fucker, also apocalypse era- he's so constant sarcastic remarks. blatantly stares at your tits all the time. cracks jokes and gets lowkey disappointed if you don't laugh. super into you because one: he thinks you're cute. two: you're the only person who doesn't make fun of his hair. #daddyissues. temper problem. kind of an asshole. nicer to you than most, though. takes you out to the movies. doesn't bother asking what kinda movie you wanna see. talks up a storm the whole time. you never get a word in. doesn't superspeed you anywhere. he drives, and he's a shitty driver. dinner with him is probably cheap takeout. eats it with you in the car. knows almost every artist on the radio. turns it up to full volume and sings along off key. somehow you end up sucking his dick in the back seat. it's girthy and tangy on your tongue. tries to fuck you in his car, but you're both packed like sardines. he's so rough and filthy. loves playing with your tits. drops you off at home and says he'll call you tomorrow. he doesn't.

[froggibus]

Positions - Kamina, Simon & Kittan

Pairing: Kamina x f! reader, Simon x f! reader, Kittan x f! reader (reader is fem bodied + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Summary: what his favorite position is <3

CW: 18+ content--mdni, lotsa positions, unprotected sex, overstimulation, praise, slight degradation (kittan), marking, cockwarming, oral (f! receiving)

this is my first time writing for gurren lagann so im sorry if some of them are a little OOC! i just finished the anime last night and this is my way of coping :,) also really wanted to include viral but i STRUGGLED to write for him i'm also so sad abt the lack of gurren lagann content on tumblr

i hope this goes w/o saying but this is after the 7 year time skip ^^

Kamina:

Side by side

Any position where he can get as deep and as close as possible is his favorite, but he’s an absolute fiend  for doing it from the side.

He’ll have his arms locked around your waist, head nuzzled into your shoulder while he thrusts into you, mumbling to you about how good it feels. 

He’s bottoming out inside of you, his grip on your skin so tight it’s sure to leave bruises. “Y’feel so damn good,” he mumbles, rolling his hips into yours. “So damn good for me.”

His body stays pressed against yours the whole time, his thrusts sloppy and slow like he’s afraid to peel himself away from your body. 

Holds you tightly to him while he cums, bottoming out deep inside you and letting it all out.

Cowgirl

Has his hands folded behind his head, a smirk on his face as he watches you bounce up and down on him. Your hands are braced on his chest, nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks.

You look so pretty like this—eye rolling back, sweat beading on your brow, lips pursed in a moan while you try to force him deeper and deeper. He’s mesmerized by the way you move, by the way your tits bounce in tandem with your hips.

Eventually he’ll have mercy on you and move his hands to your hips, helping guide you up and down. Even after you finish and collapse on his chest, he’ll keep thrusting up into you, the head of his cock hitting that soft spot inside you every time.

“I-it’s too much,” you whine.

“A-almost there,” he’ll groan, one hand digging into your hip the other rubbing your back, “you can take it. Just a little more.”

Honourable mentions: mating press, doggystyle

Simon:

Mating press

Always wants to look at you while he’s fucking you, keeping his eyes on yours for any indicators that he’s doing good.

Simon has your legs folded into your chest, ankle draped over his shoulders as he fucks into you, his cock so deep you swear you feel it everywhere. You drag your nails down his back, drawing him in closer despite how much your thighs ache. 

He cups your face softly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “Doing so well for me, sweetheart.”

His words are the opposite of his actions, mumbling sweet praise while his cock bullies its way deep inside you. He kisses you while he finishes, forcing his cock as deep as he can get it and shooting ropes of hot cum inside you.

Lap sitting

Loves having you on his lap in general, but when it’s just the two of you, he can’t resist pulling out his cock and slipping into your pretty pussy.

He’ll kiss you while he fucks you, hips rolling into yours so slowly that it’s almost painful. Any other time, he’d be eager to fuck you and fill you as much as possible. But with the weight of you on his lap and your walls clenching him so well, Simon’s content to just sit and feel you for a while.

“S-simon,” you whine, rocking your hips into his. “Please move.”

And who is he to deny you?

He’ll have his arms tight around your body in no time, thrusting into you as much as he can manage while you cling tightly to him. The two of you move in tandem, a perfect dance of skin on skin.

Even after he finishes, he keeps his cock buried inside of you.

Honourable mention: face sitting

Kittan:

Doggystyle

He has your head shoved into the pillows, your back arched so much it's almost painful. He’s so deep like this—you can feel every inch of him, feel his tip in your tummy. 

Your whines and whimpers are drowned out by the sound of skin on skin and Kittan’s voice talking you through it. His hands massage the flesh of your ass, using it as leverage to draw himself even closer to you. 

“That’s it, take it like the good slut I know you are.” You clench up around him but it only makes him go faster, driving himself deeper.

Your knees shake and threaten to buckle with every thrust, tears brimming your eyes as you get closer to your peak. Then Kittan’s hands are grabbing your hips, his touch gentle despite the brutal pace he’s fucking into you with.

He holds you up, keeping you from falling while he brings himself to the edge. He collapses against you when he finishes, just barely managing to keep himself from crushing you while his cock twitches deep inside. 

69

Loves having his head sandwiched between your thighs, your pussy dripping and coating his lips.

He wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you down further, pussy so snug against his face he can barely breathe. He’ll close his eyes and eat his way through it, his tongue reaching everywhere. 

He hardly even notices the way you’re bobbing on his cock, drool running down his shaft—he’s too drunk on your pussy.

Even after he’s came in your mouth and you’ve cleaned him up, he won’t stop. He’ll just tug you closer and keep lapping at your pussy until you’re so overstimulated you cry.

You’ll practically have to pry him away from you and he’ll just wipe his face and offer you a sheepish smile, saying, “sorry baby.”

Honourable mentions: full nelson, against the wall

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[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2024 Day 3

Horror Movie Crossover

I love horror movies and I love Skwistok so I tried to tackle a very popular trope often seen in horror movies featuring, well, these guys.

I think it's pretty obvious movie which movie I'm referencing so I won't say it, haha.

Toki barely managed to close the door before Skwisgaar lunged at him. “Stops!” He laughed, though he didn’t really push him away.

“No ways…” Skwisgaar hummed, stealing kisses to Toki’s neck. “We ams finallies alone…” Slowly, he worked his way up to Toki’s jaw. “Dey was drivins me crazy, you knows?”

“Ja…” Toki half-assedly agreed, the attention too distracting. “Dey was…”

“Hm…” Skwisgaar licked the outline of Toki’s ear. “What you says we…” One of his hands suggestively squeezed Toki’s side.

“Buts…” Toki weakly protested, as Skwisgaar’s hand dove inside his shirt. “It ams soes nice outside…” Everyone had gone to swim at the lake because it was so damn hot and Toki wanted to get changed to join them. Because it was summer and it was…a vacation, right? Toki was pretty sure of it but Skwisgaar’s fingers were making him question reality. 

“We has times…” Skwisgaar said in a throaty voice, before his lips suckled the skin on Toki’s neck. “We has lotsa times…”

Any reluctance in Toki’s mind faded away the moment Skwisgaar’s eyes laid on him, his own eyelids growing heavy. As their mouths met, Toki decided to put the swimming plans on hold. 

It wasn’t all that recent since they started messing around, though they still hadn’t told…anyone, really. Honesty, it just added to the thrill of it, to keep a secret that big from the rest of the band. 

So, when Charles suggested they take a few days off recording at some random cabin well within american forests, the excitement was palpable. They would be free to disappear to get raunchy together, without having to justify their absence to the other three, which would sometimes happen back in Mordhaus. 

…They just didn’t expect for the trip to be in a car, so they couldn’t sneak in any incidental gropes or whisper dirty things in each other’s ear like they would’ve on a plane or bus. Of course the moment they freed themselves of his friends was meant to end like this. 

Not to mention, Skwisgaar wanting him so badly was a turn on in itself. 

The bed squeaked under the weight as they continued making out. Skwisgaar quickly got rid of his shirt, his lips returning to Toki’s with urgency. Aroused, Toki reached for Skwisgaar’s belt and undid it in a matter of seconds. He had barely taken it off when he heard a creak outside their room.

“Waits.” 

“Whats?” Skwisgaar’s face was buried in Toki’s neck.

“I heards somet’ings.” Toki whispered, gesturing to the door when Skwisgaar lifted his head.

Frowning, Skwisgaar glared at the door. “Who ams there?”

No response. No noise either.

After a while, Skwisgaar shrugged. “Maybe it ams de winds.”

“J-Ja.” Toki chuckled and they continued as if nothing had happened. 

Toki took off his shirt and Skwisgaar’s lips began tracing a loving path down his abdomen. Toki closed his eyes and sighed, focusing on the sensation of skin against skin and the warmth of Skwisgaar’s touch. So, it was to his utmost surprise when Skwisgaar suddenly stopped.

“Da fucks…” Toki heard him say and he opened his eyes.

Skwisgaar was staring at the door in disbelief. When he turned to look, he saw it was slowly opening, as if someone had pushed it. “Wha…”

“Alrights.” Skwisgaar got off the bed, annoyed. “Who ams it? Dis amsnt funnies.”

“Skwisgaar!” Toki tried to hand his shirt back at him but Skwisgaar wasn’t listening, grabbing his guitar resting against the wall instead. 

“Betters not be any dildos fans!” He said, wielding the instrument as if it were a sword. In a way, it made sense that the one that would turn Skwisgaar violent was being interrupted from having action. “Wells?” Upon meeting no answer, he disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.

“W-Waits!” Toki tried to follow him, but something was in the corner of his eye. 

He turned and saw the silhouette of a big, tall man. He was wearing a hockey mask, strands of straight white hair coming out of the sides of his face. His skin was pale like a dead man’s and there was a red glow coming out of his eyes, piercing through Toki.

“Skwisgaars!” Toki yelled in horror, too frozen to move.

Hurried steps came back into the room and Skwisgaar appeared again. “Whats?”

“L…Looks!” Toki pointed at the window, only to see there was nothing now. “Whats?! I-I swears…dere was ams…scaries mans…”

Thankfully, Skwisgaar didn’t doubt him, walking to his side instead. “Dis places ams givinks de creeps.”

Toki nodded, looking out of the window in disbelief still.

Where the hell did they get themselves into? 

[stupidvillainousposts]

YES! YES! YES! I Have Been Waiting for This Question!

So, Fidds brings up later, about two days after the fishing trip. He's reminded about the comment after hearing a character on TV talk about the way another character died. (Big Ol' Trigger Warning for Attempted S**cide/Self-Harm Mention)

Fidds: Stanley, could we talk about somethin', honey?

Stan: Yeah, sure. What's up?

Fidds: Ah, actually, I was hopin' we could have this conversation in private.

Stan: *Nervously Looks at the Pups and Ford* Uh... why?

Fidds: Stanley, please.

Stan: Okay! Okay! *Moves to Follow Fidds Upstairs* So... what important thing did I chew this time?

Fidds, holding back tears: *Whimpers and Covers His Mouth*

Stan, instantly concerned: Whoa! Hey! What's wrong, baby? What happened? Are you hurt?

Fidds, shakily: N-no! No, I'm not... oh, lord, I was hopin' this would be easier while we were alone! *Accidentally Lets Out a Sob*

Stan: *Pulls Fidds Into a Protective Hug* Hey, c'mon Honey Bunches, talk to me. What's wrong?

Fidds: *Through Shaky Breaths* Stanley, I... I have to... fuck, why is this so hard?!

Stan: Why is what so hard?

Fidds: ASKIN' YA WHY!

Stan, now incredibly confused: Why what?

Fidds: Why did ya try t'- Why ya tried... gosh, I don't even know how t' ask! How many times, how many ways, what even pushed ya so far as t'... *Shudders at the Thought*

Stan, suddenly catching on: Oh... Fidds...

Fidds: Please, I need t' know. Who hurt ya, made ya feel like all ya had left was...?

Stan: It... wasn't just one person. Not even one thing, honestly. I had lotsa stuff going on back then, b-but I promise that I haven't tried recently!

Fidds, nuzzling into Stan's chest: When was the last time?

Stan, after a brief hesitation: When the portal first failed. I downed half a bottle of off-brand Xanax I'd stashed for... personal reasons. But I forced it up seconds after, made myself think of how much it would hurt you, how disappointed Ford would be if I... y'know.

Fidds: *Hugs Stan Tighter* Was I doing somethin' wrong? Is that why ya didn't consider talkin'?

Stan: Oh, no, no; baby, I wanted to tell you so badly, but you were already under so much stress, had gone through so much with the transformation and... I didn't want to add on to that.

Fidds: Stanley, no matter what I'm goin' through, I could be pissed off beyond belief, but if ya feel like yer strugglin', I'd drop everythin' t' help.

Stan, slightly uncomfortable: *Chuckles Stiffly* Y'know, I think this is the most I've ever heard you curse. Outside of the bedroom, anyway.

Fidds, sternly: Stanley, I'm serious. Ya don't gotta worry about me judgin' ya or pityin' ya, or anythin' along those lines. I'm here with ya, always. Through thick and thin, t' the moon and back.

Stan: *Trying to Keep a Tough Face* Yeah, I know. And I'll work on it, if it happens again. Not saying that it's gonna! I'm doing better now, with you and the pups and Ford.

Fidds: Stanley, the town forces ya t' wear a muzzle and shock collar anytime ya want t' go into town.

Stan: Okay, so not better, better. But it could be worse. Someone could hire a hitman, right?

Fidds: *Sighs and Kisses Stan's Chest* I think I'm ready t' end this conversation now.

Stan: Yeah, ditto.

Fidds: Just... one last thing?

Stan: Yeah, of course.

Fidds: Try t' talk t' me when it gets bad in any way. Yeah?

Stan: Alright. Alright, yeah.

Neither of them brought up the topic again, even after Fidds caught Stan sitting on their bed with a gun in his hands