#letters💌

[escha-ashengrotto]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY BESTIE!!!!💗💖💗💖💗💖💗

STAY THE SAME SWEET AND CHARMING!😍💖💖💖 YOU ARE A VERY CUTE AND KIND PERSON!!!💞💗💞💗💞💗

OH MY GOSH AZUL- *clears throat* I mean YAOYAO!! *HUGS*

Thank you so much for the sweet message~ 🥹 It's been some time since I first messaged you but I'm glad to still be able to connect with you after all this time! Thank for everything~ ✨✨

Love love!! 🩷💜

[allthebettertobiteyouwith]

hi!! i loaf ur blog, and im so sorry if this is past ur boundaries or not smth you want to answer (which i totally understand, feel free to boot me into the street) but i was wondering how your aromanticness aligns with bdsm / dating? i'm trying to figure out if i fit into the ace/arospec, and i wld love an opinion from a bdsm community arospec person!!! thank you so much, so sorry if this is an uncomfortable question!

-🐦‍⬛

(is emoji tags OK?)

Hi!! Ok first off emoji tags are ok as long as we aren't like flirting n stuff you're good👍 Also ty!!

I'm still figuring stuff out if I'm honest jfzjf. However.

Romantic attraction doesn't need to be a deciding factor for whether or not someone plays an important part in your life.

My current relationship with my sub isn't really romantic but I care v v deeply about him n we are exclusive.

For me, being arospec specifically I am not romance repulsed or really repulsed by a lot of softer romantic or sensual things. I've only experienced romantic attraction twice n both times happened this year.

And both times were after I was shown a considerable amount of romantic interest first by the other person. It's v hard for me to conceptualize romance n romantic attraction unless it's directed at me first and unless it happens consistently n as I've noticed, it's the only way that I reciprocate that attraction back.

Generally attraction is v complex for me because a lot of things have to align for me to even find someone sexually attractive n it's v affected by how I specifically am perceived by them.

Eg. When I ided as a lesbian I never found straight girls v attractive because I knew they wouldn't find me hot yk, and same with men in general because i wasn't comfortable with how I was perceived by them. Iding as a trans guy means I'm comfortable liking men n men aligned people now cause i know trans guys see me as a man, but I'm not really comfortable with cis men since idk how they'd perceive me.

Ok ok, hyperspecific rant about myself aside, for me being in a bdsm relationship with someone means I care about them a lot, even if it's not in a romantic sense necessarily. He means a lot to me n he makes me happy n comfortable n I enjoy giving him that as well.

For me, there's a level of closeness and connection afforded to the dom n sub dynamic that I do not receive in any other context really n its a big comfort for me personally to have that kind of dynamic with someone who I trust and enjoy being in the company of.

While it does happen a lot, I do not think you need to be romantically involved with a sub but you should by default have some level of care towards them n enjoy being with them, especially if you're like me and prefer having a claimed sub.

You n your partner are both constantly in vulnerable positions with each other and they deserve to be treated with care during and outside of sex. This is a dynamic relationship but it is still a kind of relationship so trust, communication n care are a must.

My sub means so so much to me n our dynamic works I think because we keep communication open n talk about stuff for in case things change eventually n he appreciates all sides of me even when I'm not domming (which is great because I'm a v goofy yapper) and vice versa.

[burning-love-letters]

Hey!! I was your secret santa for the secret santa event by @yanderomantic , I hope u like it, it was fun to draw you both!! /gen (I couldn't decide on one version so I'm giving u 3 dkdlajsjs)

Hi!!!! 🩷

Awww! Wow, thank you!!! They're so pretty! 🥺 And, you captured me and Hiccup so well!!!!! 😁😁🩷🩷🩷🩷 I really appreciate your hard work. It means so much to have art of my guy. You're a gem! Thank you again! Happy Holidays and Happy Selfshipping. 🎁🩷

[doeyedbambi]

4, 11, and 19 from the ask game pretty please! love your blog btw!!

4) which cryptyd do you believe in? 

- ALL

11) favorite extracurricular activity?

- does reading count? also playing chess 🙂‍↕️

19) imagine where at sleepover, Would you paint my nails? 

-yesss! what color do you want!✨

[litttlestars]

i think names are such a delicate thing and we dont say each other's names enough bc why else does it strike such a chord in me when ppl say my name as if i actually exist

[chikaras-garden]

Demonhead Damian when his lovely sugar baby is angry and giving him the silent treatment, how does this possessive man handle this?

Hot anger flares in your chest as you stride through the halls, and every assassin in your path knows not to get in your way. When you look like that—powers sparking, eyes alight—everyone knows that it’s more dangerous to cross you than to feign ignorance when the Demon Head inevitably questions them. 

The guards avert their eyes when you burst into Damian’s chamber and accuse, “You dismissed my maid!”

As he sits behind his desk, his eyes slowly rise to meet yours. Then, his eyebrow quirks—just a little. “Removing one of your friends? That is all it took to convince you to speak to me again? To think I had considered having her killed.”

“I am still angry with you,” you point out, inclining your chin in the face of his blatant nonchalance. He’s not afraid of you? Good. You’re not afraid of him, either.

He tilts his head, corners of his mouth twitching. “Come to me, princess.”

You scoff. “Hire my maid back.”

A beat of silence passes, and then he lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Very well. But I do expect you back in my bed this evening; sleeping alone is…”

This time, he’s the one to wrinkle his nose.

“…inadequate.”

[mattslolita]

꒰ dealer!chris sturniolo ꒱ ⟡ headcanons !

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

꒰ SFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have met bambi at some house party — you was a friend of matt's, so he was only somewhat aware of your existence; real sweet and innocent, you don't know the first thing about any drugs. you're in the bathroom trying to escape the noisy atmosphere around yourself, when chris stumbles in on you, a joint hanging lazily at the edge of his lips.

"woah, can you knock next time?!"

"m'sorry didn't know anyone was in here...hey what you doin' in here, anyway? s'your friends at?"

"matt's downstairs talking to some girl, i don't know-"

"matt? you know my brother? wait, aht, i got it, know who you are, now...y'eyes, got like a uh, bambi thing goin' on, y'know? gonna call you bambi, yeah?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ never let bambi touch any drugs — he's dead set on making sure you prolong the innocence about you in that aspect.

"not even one hit? c'mon chris-"

"y'know the rules bambi, s'don't even try it. y'not takin' no hits of shit."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ chris keeps pink rolling papers, because bambi likes the color and it reminds him of your pink ribbons you wear in your ponytails.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have a specific playlist for when he takes bambi on deals with him — he's got dominic fike and marina playing throughout the car as you hum contently.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have a glove compartment full of lollies and other sweets for when you're on deals with him. the sight of bambi's lips carelessly wrapped around a cherry lolly has his mind whirling.

"got any suckers for me today?"

"y'know where to find em', doll."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ spoil bambi all the time — he's buying you clothes, perfumes, and any little thing that reminds him of you.

"this top is cute, but i don't-"

"yeah, put it in the basket."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ not have a label on your relationship — bambi's a little naive and thinks might call you his, but he's not trying to label what you have going on any time soon.

"yo, isn't she your girlfriend? she's always with you."

"girlfriend? s'not my girlfriend, nah...she's my girl though, y'get me? not datin' or no shit, jus' my girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ always have bambi sat on his lap at parties — his hand drums in the innermost flesh of your thigh as he massages you, whilst the other hand diligently distributes to the awaiting palms of people.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ mad dog the fuck out of anyone who looks at bambi the wrong way — especially when you takes you on deals, he's seething with anger when a customer gets particularly too close to you.

"nice to see you, sweetheart, hopin' i'll see you more-"

"get the fuck away from her man, or i'm knockin' ya ass out where you stand."

"chris, seriously?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ send bambi random fit checks + snaps to keep you updated when you aren't with each other. likewise, he makes you send the same back so he can keep track of where you are when he's not with you.

"new shirt, you like it?"

"it looks so good on you, baby!" ( he'd never admit baby drives him wild. )

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be affectionate to bambi in the most random ways — he's either got his arm slung around her, massaging her shoulder or he's got your legs resting atop of his own, massaging those whilst you scroll on your phone.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ always be kissing on bambi — forehead, cheek, arms, legs, anywhere he sees fit, really.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ make bambi wear his clothes when you stay the night at his place — he'll never admit that he loves the idea of having you in them, yet he can't resist the urge to smile when you're giggling sweetly about wearing them.

"i love this jersey! can i keep it baby, please?"

"y'know what, go head' sweetheart. looks good on you..."

꒰ NSFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be extremely possessive in bed, especially if you're batting your eyelashes a little too much at a customer.

"he could never fuck you like this doll, could he?"

"f-fuck, no chris..."

"who's fuckin' pussy is this, huh? tell me who you fuckin' belong to."

"y-you, yours, fuck!"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ love love love to give bambi backshots — you're at a party and he's horny? he's taking you upstairs to the bathroom, bending you over the sink.

"such a good fuckin' girl, takin' my cock like this..."

"look at yourself in the mirror while i fuck you, sweet girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ finger bambi in the passenger seat if you're getting too whiny and can't wait.

"please chris, need to feel you inside me..."

"so fuckin' impatient bambi, jus' can't wait? s'all you get, my fingers...make a mess on em' c'mon angel..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ definitely have a breeding kink — though, he knows damn well the idea of bambi getting pregnant scares him, so he keeps you with birth control.

"fuck, such a tight pussy...gon' make you a mama, yeah? wan' have my babies don't you, ma?"

"gonna look so pretty carryin' our fuckin' kids, fuck..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ love high sex with you — he's lazily thrusting up into you while you ride him, head thrown back in pure ecstasy, or

"ridin' me so well ma, look so pretty on top of me like this..."

✦ his lidded eyes watch in anticipation as you're down below on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes while you suck him off.

"gah, shit mama, makin' me feel so good...keep fuckin' goin' thas my good girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ would love doggy — when you wear those short shorts around him, all he can think about is having your ass up in the air while he's pounding into you like there's no tomorrow.

✦ love missionary, too — it's a more intimate position, but he can't help wanting to see your fucked out expression while he's deep inside you, watching your ever changing expression while you feel him deep inside of you.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be a little bad at aftercare at first, but he's slowly getting the hang of it the more time he spends with you — he's cleaning you up and massaging you after you guys finish, and ordering food for the both of you whilst he smokes a joint for himself.

( lilly's corner 💌 )

dealer!chris are my roots guys, i'm gonna start writing for him again. dealer!chris & bambi!reader are my literal babies & i hope you guys enjoy them! 💌

@muwapsturniolo @thenickgirl @guccifrog @fawnchives @cottoncandyswisherz

[caeliangel]

FLAG MAKING RESSOURCES !!

tagging: @cocajimmycola @puriette @neopronouns @genderstarbucks @genderselkies @estrogenism @haunted-thing @mogai-sunflowers

If you want to be untagged, pls lmk!

note: I do not use most of these, but I digged on the internet in order to find stuff that could very much help to make flags!

★╷﹕INSPO PALETTES

sites that will help you get inspiration with colours and generate colour palettes from nothing or even from words.

coolors.co

colorhunt.co

colormind.io

mycolor.space

colormagic.app

picular.co

perchance.org

hexcolor.co

pinterest

★╷﹕FLAG MAKING

apps and sites to make flags.

any drawing app

flag-creator.com

tennessine.co.uk

teamultima.org

★╷﹕PRIDE FLAGS

collection of flags.

pride-flags on deviantart

lgbtqia fandom

★╷﹕TEMPLATES

templates to make flags for simple or more complicated terms.

neopronouns on deviantart

flag templates by crowdsourcedgender

pride-flags in deviantart

★╷﹕NAMING

sites and information to help naming certain terms.

thewordmixer.com

namecombiner.info

unique-names.com

study.com: latin roots

latin and greek roots pdf

thoughtco.com (latin & greek roots 1)

en.m.wikipedia.org (latin & greek roots 2)

google translate

using the languages you speak (ie I often use irish or french when naming my stuff!)

★╷﹕SYMBOLS

Bunch of links where symbols, templates and such are in order to make symbols on your flags.

ask-pride-color-schemes

logodesign.ai

logomakr.com

pride-flags gallery : (01) (02) (03) (04) (05)

apps: canva, picsart, etc

★╷﹕TERMS

suffixes card: (here)

suffixes vs systems: (here)

In-nature: (here)

[lonelydollparts]

THINKING ABOUT … THANOS (player 230) 𓂃ᡣ𐭩₊˚. ⊹

content & warnings : nsfw, fem reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), pet play, dub-con/non-con, anal (painal? up to interpretation), drugging, dddne

wc : 311

a/n : my first posted work and it's squid game LFMAO

THANOS .. who's thickly ringed fingers pump in and out of you at a hurtful pace, the cold metal nudging your clit just right at times and making you shudder even more than you already do, only to slow down and push your hips back into the mattress with his hand on your lower tummy when you start grinding yourself on his fingers faster with no word of permission.

THANOS .. groaning and complaining, “Aw fuck, you're so wet, I don't want my nail polish to chip!” before he puts his tongue against your cunt.

THANOS .. whose whole face disappears from your view, a splash of purple the only thing you see when you glance down, highlighting the color of your own nails as they tangle into the flock of his hair.

THANOS .. telling you, “Stack, girl. Yeah, like you're a fucking show dog.”

THANOS .. who spits down on your ass and pushes a wet finger into it as you ‘present’ for him, holding you in place firmly when you start squirming and asking, “What? Wait, wait, no!”

THANOS .. who smiles as you start tearing up and telling him you've never done this before, grunting “I can tell” and "so fucking tight” in response.

THANOS .. who says, “Don't wanna make you a baby mama, do we?” when he presses his spongy tip against your hole.

THANOS .. opening his necklace up and taking out a tiny pill, the cross dragging over the skin of your back as he leans over you. He lets out a breathy chuckle next to your ear, watching your lips part in shock as you feel him begin to stretch the tight ring of your muscles. He pops the pink tablet into your opened mouth before you plant a hand over it in hopes of muffling your sniffles and whines. “I got you, girl. It'll help you relax,” he grins.

[arabaka]

What do you think about Laois and a breeding kink?

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⟶ nsfw. laios touden x afab! reader.

"mmmph," laios grunts, sucking hard on your tit, "so good..." your breasts are firmer; you're going to get your period soon.

you watch as his thick digits grope and massage your breast, your ears tickled by the profane smacking of his lips. he drinks from you like a man who's been without water, his eyelids heavy with rapture as he imagines you pregnant. hypnotized by the idea, he starts working his hips up to a slow, measured pace.

"ohhh..." the word leaves your lips on a shuddered exhale, your body tipping forward as laios firmly grabs your ass, stretching you out with his nails digging in ever so slightly into your flesh.

"i'm not pulling out." he's serious, voice low and raspy, guiding you up and down his cock with purpose. "can i?" he still asks, a subtle reminder that he'll stop if you tell him to.

you nod furiously, your legs still wrapped around his sides. "yes... and i don't want you stopping until i'm all filled up."

"i can do that." laios starts thrusting harder. "i'm going to get you pregnant."

[escha-ashengrotto]

D, N and X for the twst alphabet!

CECE!!! *HUGS* 🥰🥰

For the ask game!

D - Dream

— what does their happy dream from book 7 look like? Do they need help in order to wake up or realize that something is off by themselves?

OH GOSH. I have talked about this with a friend and although it's not totally set in stone yet, the premise goes like this:

Escha is in a romantic relationship with Azul but during the start of Book 7, their relationship has kind of hit a rock (although she is the only one to realize) because Escha feels neglected. Azul was too busy with other things and although she says she understands the position he is in, it doesn't stop her from being sad and lonely (which she hides from Azul).

In her dream, it's just her and Azul living together close to the sea with Azul always being there for her. Spoiling her. Caring for her. Doing things for her. This makes her feel happy because in this dream, she doesn't feel like just a second choice to Azul and a bother to him.

Escha might realize it's all fake but it will take her quite some time before she does. After all, who would want to wake up when you're living a happy life with the one you love?

N - Night Owl

— do they go to bed early or stay up late? If so why do they stay up late (work or insomnia)?

Escha will go to sleep early if needed. She is prone to getting dizzy and will faint if she continuously lacks sleep. If not, she stays up late (but not very) doing things she likes or feels like doing.

X - Xenium

— what would they gift strangers or friends?

She likes to give gifts that she thinks would be useful to them and also something they'd like. You always lose a pen? She'll gift you a nice set. Something happened to your favorite shirt? She'll buy you a new one. You're feeling sad? She'll get you some food. She is very thoughtful and likes to show her appreciation to everyone.

[luvacookie]

she’s busy.

some of the aot boys responding to “she’s busy”

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ featuring : connie, armin, eren & onny

❥ warnings : nsfw insinuation, cussing, blk fem coded reader.

❥ cookie for ur thoughts ? : a fake message scenario ??? yes please sir ! on a srs note : i’m trying to finish the other fics i have in the works,, bare w me guys !

connie springer

eren jaeger

onyankopon

armin arlet

[cookiekissers]

can we please get a buring spice x fragile reader, like they want to help and fight/hunt but physical can't because they are that fragile, simply bumbing into another cookie could cause them to crack!

Do Not Go Gently

[Burning Spice Cookie x Fragile Reader]

I was inspired and tried something a little different with this so I hope you like it! and Burning Spice redemption anyone? B)

The life of a Wild Spice was fraught with constant struggle and danger. If you were weak, you would be ground into dust, either by one of the other tribes or by the Great Destroyer himself. And you happened to be one of the weaker spices.

Delicate and fragile by nature, your main ingredient was parsley. The harsh desert winds of your homeland often left your leaves and dough brittle. The stronger Wild Spices almost always belittled you and your small tribe as you barely etched out an existence. You weren't tough and built with natural armour, like the Pepper Pangolins, or strong like the Saffron Buffaloes. But if there was one thing you were, it was tenacious.

When the Great Destroyer returned, you feared that your inherent frailness only spelled ruin for you and your tribe, soon to join the scattered remains of your ancestors. Despite the risks, you boldly joined the other Wild Spice leaders and offered your loyalty and service to Burning Spice Cookie.

He had looked over you and laughed, calling you weak and pathetic. As you knelt there, showing your sincere devotion, you thought it was all over for you. Still, Burning Spice miraculously passed over you and left you be. The Great Destroyer was not known to spare those he thought weak, so you could only imagine that he saw something in you that you hadn't. Since that moment, you were inspired by the Great Destroyer, not out of fear but admiration. You knew he didn't care for you. With a sweep of his hand, he could wipe your existence from this earth in seconds. But still, you fought hard and trained harder until your dough was cracked and crumbling to show that you had a right to continue living. Burning Spice Cookie had spared you. Your life had to mean something to him.

The little thing kneeling at his feet was pathetic. A Cookie so fragile that their dough cracked at the mildest of strikes was not worthy to be in his presence. And yet, instead of hiding from his inevitable fury, here you were. Burning Spice had to admit, you had guts. He didn't want to waste his time crumbling you himself when he knew you wouldn't put up a good fight. It would be far more entertaining to watch you struggle, only for you to fall to your unavoidable fate.

And yet...

That moment never came. Regardless of how grievous your wounds or the crumbling of your dough, you threw yourself back into battle again and again. Unafraid of the death that awaited you. Burning Spice Cookie found himself almost... fascinated by you.

You were so fragile, doomed to fail. And yet... you fought to cling a little longer to your short, pathetic life.

It reminded him of a time long past.

One day, after Burning Spice had enough of the annoying thoughts of you buzzing around his head, he decided to pay your tribe a visit. All the inhabitants of your tribe weren't as tough as you, which was somewhat of a disappointment. They scurried into their homes, terrified of him, or fell to their knees, grovelling at his feet for mercy. But you... you remained standing, like a resolute warrior, poised as if death were coming to claim you. You were unafraid. You had accepted it, but that did not mean you would go without a grand fight.

He approached you, ignoring the rest of your tribe, and you bowed your head in respect to the Great Destroyer. You didn't bow as deeply as you used to, but Burning Spice let it slide.

You had changed. Your eyes held a solemn understanding, and your dough was now riddled with scars, honourable rewards of fighting to see another day.

Burning Spice Cookie watched you, realizing he had no words. Why had curiosity brought him here to see you? He couldn't come up with an answer. His previous excuse of being amused by your antics had faded into something... else.

You broke the silence and invited Burning Spice Cookie into your humble home, and he accepted. Your tribe was astonished at their leader, who stood fearlessly in front of the Great Destroyer, and he had not razed their village to the ground in retaliation.

"Well, this is a surprise." Burning Spice Cookie mused. It was still surprising to him. Destruction was the end of all things, whether by his hand or not. But you stood in the face of it and fought it. Refusing to meet it on its terms.

"That I'm still here?" You replied bluntly, an amused smile on your face. Burning Spice Cookie would usually have felt excitement upon discovering a Cookie like you - someone who could ignite his passion and provide a worthy challenge now that you had grown stronger against all odds. However, that’s not how he felt at this moment. It wasn't even boredom. Instead, he felt the same solemness reflected in your eyes.

Burning Spice Cookie asked you to be his right hand. The request came so suddenly that it left you momentarily stunned. All the strife and gruelling work you had endured had finally paid off in a way you never could have imagined.

"Yes, I would be honored, my lord. Thank you." You said, quickly bowing your head deeply in gratitude.

Burning Spice Cookie knew that your luck was going to eventually run out and your fragile dough would crumble, slipping through his fingers like the sands of time. Like with all things, it was inevitable, regardless of how hard you fought to cling to your pitiful life.

But he would be there when it happened, he would watch you. He would burn your rage into his mind as you descended into the endless night, fighting and spitting for just one more day.

Once you joined your ancestors, he would remember you. Always.

[doeyedbambi]

favorite word?

!!! hi~ my favorite word is definitely 'whimsical' or 'whimsy'!! i love it so much🥹🤎

[litttlestars]

i may be burnt out n depressed n insecure abt my place in ppl's lives but at least i love smiling with my teeth now and im slowly waking up earlier and learning to love driving and drinking less coffee and yesterday my friend told me her mom really loved me

[chikaras-garden]

Imagine you go to buy some furniture with Jason (or dick), and all they can think about the entire time is how easy it'd be to fuck you. Would he be able to bend you over that counter over there? Would it be too high? Too low? Would you somehow get hurt?

The idea for this was instant. Like a fever dream. 

“Nah,” Jason says, patting his palm against the kitchen island you point out to him. With each option, he spends a full two minutes pacing around it, bending to inspect the countertop, the cabinets—how thorough he is would be admirable if he actually liked anything. 

Hands in his pockets, he strolls back over to where you’ve been waiting for him to decide. “That one’s too tall for you.”

Almost ready to give up, you half-heartedly point to the one next to it. “What about this one?” 

“C’mon, baby,” he scoffs. “That’s got wheels.”

Incredulous, you ask, “Why can’t we have wheels?”

“You’ll get hurt.”

“Huh?”

“Can’t have you slipping on me,” he tuts, already strolling away. “Broken jaws aren’t sexy.”

You stay right where you are, growing more confused by the second. “I’m not going to break my jaw while I’m cooking, Jay.”

He pauses and turns just enough to look over his shoulder. His eyes glint with an I know something you don’t know sort of mischief, and one half of his mouth twitches into a shit-eating grin. “Didn’t say anything about cooking, kitten.”

You blink. Your cheeks grow warm. Oh. Oh. Oh, God.

“Jason Peter—”

“No wheels, less than three inches higher than your waist, no pointy door pulls, and I think you’d look nice against a white quartz top,” he interrupts, firing off wish list items like bullets, as if he’s not talking about the ideal qualities for a kitchen island on which he plans to rail you. “Let’s keep looking, baby; might have to bend you over a couple of these to see how comfortable they are for you.”