#my tiger hubby

[4suitedplayingcard]

*vargskelethor voice* animation is my passion

[sadesluvr]

CAT AND MOUSE. (VI)

Miguel O'Hara x Black Cat! F! Reader Warnings: None, just smut ;) A/N: An overdue finale! A little short but sweet. PREVIOUS CHAPTER | READ ON AO3 | SERIES MASTERLIST

Miguel couldn’t sleep. 

That wasn’t anything new, but tonight he had a particular itch. In his brain, in his heart, he didn’t know – but he hadn’t found any relief in his late-night empanada, and he certainly didn’t feel like straining himself in the gym. At least not tonight. 

He needed something more.  

It wasn’t as if he could play around with himself anymore. You were right down the hall as you had been for the past three months, and given the nature of your relationship it was fairly likely you’d be able to scratch said itch. He just didn’t know how to breach it. 

It was ironic, really. The past year had been filled with nothing but yearning and straight sexual tension, yet he couldn’t figure out how to initiate.  

(It’s because of your feelings.) 

“LYLA...Is she sleeping?” 

“Hmmm...Who’s ‘she’?” 

[Fuck] “Carajo, you know who I’m talking about.” 

“Nope,” the yellow figure teased. “There’s approximately 299 ‘shes’ in the building, not including other dimensions.” 

“Ay, the Black Cat! The one we saved from Otto.” Miguel huffed, pushing his dark locks from his face. 

“Nah she’s not sleeping,” she grinned, responding almost instantly. “Her wounds healing pretty well if you’re trying to get a little rough.” 

“Jesus, LYLA, that isn’t necessary!” he exclaimed before squaring his shoulders. It was now or never. He wasn’t going to let you slip away again. “Let her know I’m coming.” 

“Copy that.” 

Your eyes were wide at the glitchy sound of the door sliding open. All rooms were usually kept with a passkey, and the only people that could override were LYLA, Miguel or Jess...Perhaps even Margo (Though it wasn’t favoured). You were certain LYLA didn’t need to use a door to speak to you, and Jess was almost definitely with her hubby...meaning it was Miguel. Or one of the younger Spider-men who’d gotten Margo to override the code just so they could talk to you. For some reason, you were like an older sister to them. 

You glanced up at the hunk of man that traipsed through your door. For once he was out of his costume, replaced with a black compression shirt and gym pants. It wasn’t as if it hadn’t been said before, but he was certainly pretty enough to model. Still, there was a normalcy to seeing him like this, as if you’d forgotten that underneath every suit was a regular person - they, like yourself, weren’t always superheroes.  

“Miguel, I’m not doing physio at this time of night.” you said exasperatedly.  

“I’m not here for that,” he said quickly, his face still solemn as ever but with a hint of playfulness in his voice. “I just wanted to talk to you.” 

“Has my visitors pass expired already?” you joked. “I’m not one to impose. I’ll leave if you want me to.” 

“I don’t want you to.” 

Admittedly, that took you aback. 

“Just -- Let me speak,” he began, and it occurred to you that you felt like prey as he stalked you, your heart pounding as he made the short journey to sit next to you on the bed. You watched as he mused, back hunched and ringing his fingers before he continued to speak. “I’ve been difficult, I know. It’s apparent that I – tolerate – you more than you think.” 

“Is that so?” you smirked, propping yourself up on your knees as you leaned into him, pressing your chest against his bicep and back. “I’d have never thought.” 

Miguel grumbled, and you could’ve sworn that his cheeks tinted slightly. 

“How long have ya been holding that in?” you continued, moving your face closer to his jawline, breath tickling his skin as you spoke. It was blatant to the two of you just how quickly the roles had been switched, and for once Miguel didn’t find himself fighting against it. In fact, he rather enjoyed it. 

“A while...” 

“That’s good enough for me,” you purred, eyes gleaming with lust. “I promise not to hurt you, but be careful of the arm, still, tiger.” 

With a swift motion you’d cupped his firm jaw in your hands, pressing your lips against his own. Miguel seemed somewhat taken aback, but responded instantly, one of his large hands finding their way to the back of your neck to gently pull you in, his prominent nose rubbing against your skin as you quite literally sucked each other's faces off. Dragging your long nails through his roots, you traced small circles on the back of his neck as you straddled him, beginning to grind yourself on his large thighs as you nipped at his lip. 

“Come on...” you cooed. “I know we’ve both got a bite...” 

[Oh my God] “Dios mio...You drive me crazy, bella...” he grunted, pulling back to bare his teeth, earning a sultry smile from you as he began to nibble down your neck. As much as you wished you were both in the heat of battle (and you wearing a low-cut suit), there was something far more passionate about him coming to you so vulnerably, right on his own terms.  He growled as you circled your hips on his pelvis to an imaginary rhythm, of which you were all too happy to find that he caught effortlessly, you wild hair flowing in tandem. You only wore a small pair of shorts under your black t-shirt, wherein underneath lay a thong. Positive that he could feel your wetness, you ran your hands down your body and between your thighs, spreading your pussy open for Miguel to glance down and admire. 

For a moment, his mind went blank, feeling like a bumbling virgin as he short-circuited trying to remember what to do. He felt the inexplicable urge to dive in, to prop you up on pillows in the regal position you deserved whilst you locked your legs around his head to coax his tongue deeper, but selfish lust had the upper hand and was telling him otherwise.  

“No creo que pueda esperar más,” [I don’t think I can wait anymore] he moaned. “I need you right now.” 

“Don’t worry,” you smirked. “You’ll make it up to me, got it?” 

Miguel nodded before kicking his pants off, the material pooling by his ankles as he angled his erect cock towards your entrance. As expected, he was big, well over six inches with a decent girth, clean cut and dripping precum. 

You usually made all your men wrap up – that would certainly be instituted in the future – but for now you wanted needed nothing more but to feel him. Every inch, every vein and every throb.   

Miguel let out a deep groan as he entered you, barely having enough time to process you pushing him back on the bed. Instinctively, you pinned his hands to his sides, whining your hips and lower body up and down his cock as you topped him. Glancing down at him was a truly beautiful sight, his long lashes fluttering shut and his jaw clenching and unclenching as he succumbed to the release of tension. You couldn’t help but pity him, not just because you’d managed to pin down a 6’9, however-so many-pound man, but because you knew that it had been ages; if ever in his weird sense of a lifetime, that he’d truly felt free.  

Even though you were a pro at this, you found yourself stumbling, occasionally having his cock pop out from between your slick walls. Although your ego made you feel like a failure, it drove the man wild, bucking his hips up desperately into you, filling the room with sounds of skin-on-skin. He spouted a litany of sweet nothings; some in Spanish, some in English, but it didn’t take a genius to know that he was infatuated, as you with him.  

You saw him for what he was, a good man who just happened to be broken and afraid. Miguel didn’t just admire your sex, but the whole of you; the slightly neurotic woman inside.  

And that was how you knew you loved eachother. 

(Love was still such a strong word, but neither of you found it so difficult to swallow anymore. In this world; in your weird and crazy lifetime where there were alternative versions of someone, you didn’t get a chance to question the nature of the feeling. You took it as it was, and in your current moment it was tangible, euphoric, and deeply honest.) 

FIN. 

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[universallychaoticpan]

Hey can you make a part two of Sigma having a crush on Fyodor's s/o (not Atsushi I know his way to innocent for this😭)

I just know S/o WILL be treated with luxury whenever she visit air casino. What if she save Sigma from a mission that HE almost die (s/o have a soft spot for sigma even thou he almost FOLDED an entire mission, she still scolded him HARSHLY, S/o sees him as a little kid) and his 'ADMIRATION' worsens much to Fyodor's chagrin (I wanna see hubby's reaction🤭)

I'm sorry if this is a bit short, I'm still trying to get back into my flow so to speak, but I hope you enjoy this! I might still come back and adjust it later because I'm just indecisive like that.

<333

Fyodor knew you were nothing if not quite a loyal person; he wouldn't keep you around if he wasn't completely sure of your intentions and commitments. But that didn't stop his eyes from narrowing as he watched Sigma all but bend over backwards as you talked to him, cheeks a burnished rose as you scolded him for putting himself in danger yet again for the sake of a mission.

At the time, Fyodor had scoffed, entrusting Sigma to save his own skin as he found himself in a run in with Dazai and his tiger prodigy, but you were always too sweet. You'd rushed to his aid, saving his life before turning to him with an arched brow. It seemed even now, you hadn't gotten over the scare Sigma had given you that day.

So Fyodor watched as his lover was fawned over by his comrade, sipping his drink while Sigma tried to hide his burgeoning affections for you. He treated everyone nicely but when it came to you...well there was just something different there.

He grimaced as you walked towards him, the sleek fabric of your clothing shining in the buttery light of the sky casino.

"You should stop leading him on," he purred, not meeting your eyes as you slipped into the seat beside him.

Your small laugh was music to his ears, like bells or birdsong in the morning as it ran out above the chaos of the casino. "There's nothing there to dissuade," you murmured. God, he swore your voice carried spells...like every word dripped with enchantments designed to hypnotize and capture attention. "Sometimes I worry you're too possessive for your own good." He could hear your teasing smile, see it on your stained lips even as he stared down into his glass.

He sighed. "You're no fool, dorogaya. The more you protect him the more he gets attached." He made no attempt to hide the warning in his voice, but again, you just laughed. He didn't need to look to know Sigma was watching, watching your head fall back, staring at the velvet stretch of skin across your throat and the sweeping line of your shoulder with a near hungry gaze. You looked at him, eyes glimmering with mischief as you used dagger tipped fingers to turn his face to yours.

"You're lucky I like my men jealous," you murmured. Your teeth were flashing, gleaming knives in your mouth, digging into the soft flesh of your lips like nails breaking pomegranate skin, staining hands. Only he could see your face, and you looked positively carnal. He reveled in you, your spell on him not breaking even when you left your claw marks on his face, scratching the skin lightly as you pulled you hand away.

"Do not question my loyalties." This time, it was your voice that carried the warning, and yet you smiled as you turned away. Even now, you had him hooked on your attention. Was it any wonder the wasn't the only man vying for your affections?

[doberbutts]

I finally have a computer that I am reasonably sure can run Baldur's Gate 3. Any recommendations for what class I should play? I play an evocation wizard in my IRL game, but am willing to branch out. (And also, maybe what classes are easiest to learn the mechanics for for someone who's never played any video game more complex than Mario Kart?)

Oh man, I don't know anything about the nitty gritty of the various classes and such. DnD isn't my system- I play Pathfinder irl so while it's similar enough to be somewhat understandable it's also *very* not my mechanics I'm used to.

Panic is an open hand monk and he is very good at punching things to death while his hubby Astarion hangs out somewhere behind him and usually elevated and snipes anyone getting too close while he's doing that. Both of them have really high dexterity so they usually end up first in initiative rolls and usually together so I've had them clear half the board before anyone else gets the chance to move. I have Gale, Wyll, and Jaheira on AOE spells, Shadowheart with so many stacks of radiant damage that I just case spirit guardians and make her run around the room, and Lae'zel and Karlach both have like 4 or 5 actions and hilariously stacked damage modifiers so they just decimate anyone in their path. I don't use Halsin much now that we're in act 3 but when I do I typically just wildshape him into the Saber toothed tiger and let him go to town mauling everything in sight.

Everyone except Panic is in their default builds the game is scripted to let them be in. I've been playing a (unchained) monk in Pathfinder for years so I know a little bit more of the mechanics behind having a good monk build than any other class.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Dennis nickname should be bubby because he is such a perfect loving angel. Why do I also feel like Dennis is tall? He gives me 6’4 energy 😭🤍🥵

Nonnie, you are giving me these gems!!! And I have thoughts because this has been on my mind.

like everyone at Dennis' job just calls him Dennis

most of his family calls him Den

except his mom and grandma call him Denny

and his dad calls him champ or sport or tiger like he's still a chubby 13yo with braces and a boyband haircut

but you?

you call him a few different nicknames

romeo, papa bear, pookie, and sugar

but the best reaction is when you call him bubby

it was honestly a flub, as you were trying to say "hubby", but you were half-tired and out came "bubby" instead

his sweet face turned bright red, and his eyes widened

every time you call him bubby, he gets all flustered and laughs that sweet little nervous laugh of his

like he just can't believe you think he's worthy of such a cute nickname

and even at almost six and a half feet, towering over you, he reverts to a small child when you use his nickname

he seems to shrink before your eyes, becoming submissive again

but not how he was with his ex-wife

no, no, no

he becomes your sweet baby boy

nuzzling into your neck

cuddling impossibly closer to you

and once, just once while he was playing 'keep away' with your favorite coffee mug, holding it far over his head and impossible for you to reach

you say, "bubby, give me the mug, or else"

and you didn't even know what "else" you could threaten him with

but before you even had to worry about that

he fucking whimpers

and hands you the mug, his face looking like the pleading emoji

🥺

this big, tall man just becomes putty in your hands

going from 6'4 to 5'2 in three seconds flat

and you take the mug, put a hand on his chest, lean up on your tippy-toes, and kiss the tip of his nose

the giggle that escapes him is so cute, you tease him about it for days

Nonnie, I don't know how you always know what's on my mind about Dennis, but damnit you do.

[lumilasi]

Aaaand, finished the Montero parents.

(I'll get back to Spooktober tomorrow, I just really wanted to finish them first)

Regina/Gina's werecat form looks like a white furred tiger, and Anton is a black snow leopard. (There is an in-world story reason as to why this family doesn't have "normal" colors. Usually werecats would have the 'correct' fur color depending on what feline they are, the Montero family is just a bit more special)

Making them made me want to change some lore stuff, namely I'm rethinking the feline forms for Basil and Reina. I used to think Reina would be a tiger, but at this point I think lynx fits her better. In turn, I wanna remove Basil's weird lion mane thing, it looks ugly tbh.

Aaaanyway, more info about the Montero parents below:

Regina and Anton have 5 kids total, Basil and Reina are just their oldest: they also have twin girls (almost identical, just one has her dad's hair and other mum's) and a teenager son who comes after his dad a lot. Reina and Basil no longer live at home.

As is typical of their family, both parents have storm themed powers, only they are much more advanced than normal; usually each member has had a specific ability related to storms somehow, like creation of hale crystals or specific speed of wind, but Anton and Regina have much more rounded abilities that cover far more things:

Regina can control all aspects of a thunderstorm, from fierce winds to lighting strikes, even the soundwave-element from the rumbling of thunder, as well as rain AND hale.

Anton in turn is the master of Snowstorms and blizzards, where he can be mistaken for an ice elemental. However, he can do more than ice elemental does, as his power is not just limited to the element of ice and snow; he also controls other aspects of it, like blinding light, intense cold itself, wind, and so on.

Regina is taller than her hubby, and physically stronger too.

Anton is quite mysterious, his past isn't that known to his family, but he often implies he used to be a familiar to a Deity, specifically Jack Frost.

While typically werecats of their type tend to wear fur coats that somewhat match their real fur, Gina is very flashy and tends to prefer using non-natural ones, pink being her favorite.

Basically we got a Prep Jock wife and a Hot Goth hubby

When in full human disguise, Anton's glowing eye just looks like he's blind on it (He's not), it is actually something that allows him to still speak with his old 'friend' who totally-is-not-Jack-Frost.

Anton indicates his name was given to him by his old friend; he has no family surname of his own either.

Regina is the running arm wrestling match champion of seven years in their hometown. Only person who came close to beating her so far was her own daughter Reina.

While the family has roots in human world Spain, they actually live in Ether now, specifically in the town nearby the Arcane Library Castle, that their oldest children's "boss" Marcus Vasile maintains.

Regina's name was actually thought up by my friend, specifically the nickname "Gina"

[truthfulpoint]

Who’s got the best pussy

My sister came round with one of our friends Jen, and we were all enjoying a few glasses of wine, and chatting when as usual my sister starts talking about my hubby’s cock. We all agreed that hubby’s big cock was the best we had seen or had, the fact that it 9.5 inches long, and 6.25 inches in girth was brilliant, but the bonus, his childhood trauma allows him to stay hard and last for hours.

We were having a good laugh and the wine was flowing when hubby came back in, and straight away she put hubby on the spot and said, "Who's got the nicest tits, out of us, you have seen them all many a time ?" Hubby looking a bit embarrassed said, "Oh my." then looking at us all he said, “ well it’s hard to say, as they are all lovely in different ways,” we all chuckled like school girls, so I told hubby to be honest.

My sister straight away lifted her shirt over her head, and with no bra on, showed hubby her absolutely beautiful c-cup breasts dangling before his eyes. "Not fair!" Jen said, as she unbuttoned her blouse, hubby I looked straight at me and I was removing my own shirt, my tits are slightly bigger than my sisters, but Jen has the biggest tits. Hubby looked at all of us and said, "It's a tough call, but you want me to be honest, I personally think my wife takes this one." I smiled at my sister and Jen, sort of gloating.

My sister winked at me as I explained to Jen, "He thinks your tits are beautiful, Jen then turned to me and smiled. "Let's get down to business," she said, taking a drink from her wine glass, and said to hubby "Are you ready?" so I said, " ready for what?" and Jen replied, "Can he now determine for us, who has the sweetest pussy." I tried to maintain as much of my cool as I could, but it was hard, as my pussy was already dripping. And I could see hubby’s erection was pushing against his pants, and it was growing by the second.

My sister then joined in saying, “yeah you can tell us if they taste different, and who tastes the best.” The next thing I know, my sister put hubby sitting in an easy chair with a blindfold on, then said to hubby "Here comes pussy number one." And Jen climbed up onto the chair, putting a leg on either side of hubby’s head. Hubby leaned his head forward, and his tongue instantly found her slit. My own pussy was throbbing and dripping so much, that I had to give it a rub, as Jen gasped as hubby’s tongue traced the length of her pussy, finding her clit, and gently circled his lips around it.

After about 10 minutes I then said "Okay. That's enough." and told Jen to get down before I said to hubby, "Got that one in your head, here comes another,” and I climbed up on the chair, and pushed my pussy into hubby’s face. As I climbed up, I could see hubby’s erection was straining against his trousers, and I thought I was going to explode, hubby reached out to gently lick my swollen lips, and hubby slowly lick my pussy from top, to bottom then back up to my clit. And I couldn’t hold back anymore, as I orgasmed squirting my juices in hubby’s face. I knew he would know it was me, as he eats my pussy several times a day, and he definitely knows my nectar juices.

I got about 15 minutes of being ate, I then got down saying "Good enough, for now,” and my sister got up and was now sliding her thighs to either side of hubby’s head. Hubby started to lick her slowly before, he darted his tongue into her slit, and my sister said, "Ahhh! "Easy there, Tiger." and I said, “ don’t cheat, you’re supposed to keep quite. It's a blind taste test, remember?" At that moment, hubby found my sisters clit with his tongue, and gently wrapped his lips around it, sliding his tongue downward, tickling the entrance of her pussy and gently rubbing the underside of her clit.

Hubby then pushed his head upwards into her, and realised she was spreading her thighs for him, I thought it’s time to stop this she’s cheating again, but before I could hubby buried his tongue deep within her, pushing his nose gently against her clit, and she grabbed hold of my hubby’s head. Screaming "Oh Jesus, Please don’t make him stop. Oh God. Right there." Hubby was working his tongue in and out of her pussy, passing it slowly and gently over her clit on every third stroke or so.

I was so wet and horny now, I forgot about the game, and I pulled hubby’s trousers off, releasing his big cock, and I took his cock deep into my mouth. Hubby continued licking my sister, and had managed to work one of hands hands up to her pussy, and started to use his index finger to massage the skin between her pussy and her ass hole while I continued to work my tongue around his cock. My sister was beginning to moan now, and pushing her pussy into hubby’s face with each trust of his tongue, the minx was face fucking hubby’s tongue.

I slowly eased my lips around my hubby’s already erect cock, and bobbing up and down on his lovely big cock. I looked upwards to see hubby slowly slip the tip of his index finger into my sisters ass crack. My sister screamed in pleasure, and as her pussy began to contract against hubby’s mouth, I knew my sister was getting close to orgasm, she sucked in quick bursts of air, and pushing her pussy hard against hubby’s face, and she moaned loudly, she orgasmed and it lasted for a minute, or two, and the whole time, she shook and rocked and moaned.

She cried out, "Ah fuck me. Oh my god, Ah shit. Ah shit." and then, it was over and she said, "Jesus, that was incredible." as she got off hubby’s face, and sat on the sofa. Hubby slipped his blindfold from his eyes, to see me, working on his cock, I was so horny and wet, because Jen was licking my pussy as I sucked hubby’s cock. It was too much, for me and I orgasmed flooding Jen’s mouth with my juices, I was moaning into my hubby’s cock, and I grabbed it with one hand and began to work the head with my tongue, I was in total heaven.

I released my grip on hubby’s cock and offered it to Jen, who got up and took hubby’s cock into her mouth, and sucked him vigorously.

After about 10 minutes my sister, pulled Jen off hubby’s cock, and pushed her onto her back diving between her legs. Frivolously fingering and sucking her pussy until Jen had an almighty orgasm. I pushed my hubby back into the chair, and climbed on him sliding my sopping pussy onto his big cock. I rode him up and down for about 15 minutes before he began to shake and shot my pussy full of cum, I winked at Jen and my sister and said, “ who’s got the best pussy, mines full of cum.”

[eldritch-spouse]

Since you updated the ask on what your ocs call their lovers, can you do an updated version of what they would like you to call them? (i swear you did answer an ask about what they like to be called but i cant find it)

What they like to be called

[Some of these repeat between characters. A continuation to this post. Will delete the old one as well.]

//-[TCE]-//

Belo: Guardian; Light.

Santi: Sugardick; Love; Stud; Sweetheart.

Grimbly: Pretty boy; Cutie; Twink (depends); Pookie.

Patches: Honey; Pumpkin; Moonlight.

Sybastian: Tiger; Mate.

Vinnel: Most flower names; Sunshine.

Gallon: Beloved; Precious.

Morell: Big guy; Hunk; Pudding.

Nebul: Master; Sir.

Fank-e: Goober; Silly; Boo.

Anomalies/Aquarium

Hellion: Sunflower; Dandelion.

Pebble: Aventurine (after you show him the rock); Blue.

Colmei: Honey.

Glauk: Friend; Buddy.

Magus: Big boy; Mate.

//-[Icons]-//

Vesper: Hotcock; Manwhore; Slut; Daddy; Any and all obscene names.

Zizz: Sleepyhead; Dear; Sunshine.

Vorticia: Sweetcake;

Cero: Highness; Flawless; Idol.

Rinx: Treasure; Lord; Sir.

Livius: Prefers whatever you like to be called.

Kalymir: Mighty; Flame; Crimson King.

//-[Siadar and more]-//

Krulu: Lordship; My worship/higher; Guide; Savior; Lord-Master.

Miara: My lady; Dawn; Mother; Mommy; Goddess.

Dorem: Surprise him.

//-[Misc]-//

Breg: Husband. 💍

Fasma: Sugar; Snookums; Shug

Shags: Beloved; Virtuoso (playfully);

Ludwig: Babe; Handsome.

Obie: Babycakes; Sugarpie; all kinds of silly food names.

Mervin: Prince; Master.

Lacai: Lovebug;

Nena: Lovebug; Flutter.

Pinter: Boss; Hubby.

Adelo: Wants you to call him the dumbest things you can think of.

Adrul: My prince; Lover; Heart (or anything that means heart in foreign languages).

Sever: Has no idea what nicknames/pet names are.

Ivani: Princess (will never fucking admit it); Pretty.

Katia: Snugglebug; Softie; Kat.

Jonesy: Halo; Iris.

Rei: King; Star; Champ.

Katalina: Darling; Precious.

[yaggy031910]

I watched the whole of Napoleon (2002) which goes around 6 hours (at least) without really knowing Talleyrand’s name and without realising who he is and was like “Oh, look, there is the evil adviser listening behind closed doors about Napoleon’s family affairs again” 

i dont know how ive made it this far without knowing who either Tallyrand or Fouche are i just know they exist

[suguruslut]

You get a tattoo that matches theirs

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

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Gwen’s Note: I got my first tattoo a few weeks ago, so I thought this first househusband headcanon idea would be relevant! Enjoy xx

🐉 𝒯��𝓉𝓈𝓊 🍳

-obviously you would get a dragon tattoo to match Tatsu’s in red, black and green ink

-it would be on your bicep, easy to cover up for work, but easily seen when you go sleeveless

-the design would be simple but fierce, maybe just a dragon head, maybe a dragon on the defense, teeth bared and eyes ablaze

-you surprised Tatsu with the reveal, knowing he might have tried to talk you out of it if you had suggested the idea to him first

- “But what about work? Your boss might raise hell if he sees it”

- “I don’t want people on the streets giving my s/o nasty looks”

-Tatsu stood very still for a long minute, just processing the newly inked dragon on your arm; his face can be very unreadable in times like this

-might give you a long-winded lecture, but only half-heartedly, and he’ll shut up once he sees how excited you are about having a tat that matches his

-when he realizes what’s done is done, Tatsu will tell you how good and badass it looks, even better looking than his, ripping off his shirt to compare the two

-he loves when you wear tank tops around the house on your days off, because then he has an excuse to be slacking off housework. how is he not supposed to look at the dragon inked into your soft skin?? immaculate flavor, pure poetry

-talk about a fucking power couple walking around with their matching dragon tattoos, jeezuz...no one will mess with you from now on. as if they ever did before you BOTH weren’t tatted up

-Tatsu’s thirst for you has increased once you got your tattoo, for sure! beach days have now become his favorite days, let’s just put it that way...something about seeing his s/o with a dragon that matches his just really gets him worked up

-although Tatsu still might be worried about how others perceive you from now on, he swears to always be around to put people in their place if they dare comment on your legendary couple tattoos, because “that’s what a husband is for.”

-(he’s right, ofc)

🐅 𝒯𝑜𝓇𝒶𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜 🍰

-a tiger tattoo!!! sexy yet intimidating at the same time, you would probably get one on your shoulder area so people can see it from the back and be warned that you (and your hubby) can beat their asses

-your tiger design had to be as ferocious as Tora’s, a cat in the midst of battle, or maybe snarling with sharp yellow eyes, claws bared

-you tried to keep it from him, but Tora saw your copy of the tattoo design sitting on the dinner table and was instantly confused. only two of you lived here, so which one was planning on getting a tattoo??? it took him a second

-i think Torajiro would definitely be flustered that you wanted a matching tattoo. guy is a big softie, he hasn’t had much luck with love! he would be touched, blushing and murmuring under his breath about how pretty it would look on you

-he might also be a little worried that you may later come to regret getting a tattoo that matched his own, should things ever go south between you two

- “You sure you wanna get this? Tattoos are permanent, you know...are ya sure you want a constant reminder of me?”

-after you soothe Tora’s insecurities, he actually goes to the parlor with you to get it done, insisting he be there in case you change your mind, and to make sure the artist doesn’t fuck up

-the artist almost does fuck up because Tora won’t stop glaring at him for being so close to your body

-when the tattoo has healed, Tora insists on you two taking a mirror pic of your matching tigers. you set it as your wallpaper, and Tora proudly posts it on Instagram so his 7 followers can see what a hot ass s/o he has

-he earns 40 more followers after that post, a true miracle he gave you all the credit for

-after seeing how well this tattoo came out, Tora excitedly makes future plans for you two to get more matching sets, and quickly starts setting money aside

-Torajiro is always unconsciously tracing over your tiger tattoo when he puts an arm around your shoulder. it soothes him somehow, makes him feel secure in your relationship, like tigers are a symbol of your love

-if he has secret fantasies about you getting more tiger tattoos all over your body, that’s his business (for now)

🐕ℳ𝒶𝓈𝒶🥡

-Masa doesn’t appear to have a yakuza tattoo yet, so maybe you two decide to get one together! your poor, pathetic but endearing husband might cry if he gets a huge back tat, so you end up talking him into getting a medium sized leg tattoo

-Masa really wants something bad ass and awesome like his aniki, but you’re not so sure his dorky, airheaded personality really fits his ideas...

- “What about a snake?! Yeah! It could be a...uh, what’s it called...a cobra! A black cobra!”

- “How about a...frog! Like, a really cool red frog holding a katana with those weird eyes, and um...what are their feet called again? Spider webbed feet? Something like that?”

-he sees that you’re not really going for his ideas and finally Googles cute but cool animals to get tattoos of; you finally agree that koi fish are the best choice for both of you

-Masa wants a red koi that goes over his knee and thigh, excitedly insisting you get yours on the same spot, but in black ink and on the opposite knee

-come inking day, you are forced to drag Masa inside when he suddenly remembers his fear of dentists, doctors, etc. This is not at all like that, but the fear is still there

-he calms down when you offer to be the sacrificial lamb and get yours done first, feeling a little bad he threw a fit when he sees you wince every once in a while. he sticks by your side, though, working through his fear as much as he can to be there for you

-you hold Masa’s hand when his turn comes, which he squeezes until your skin is white and wails dramatically, attracting the attention of the entire tattoo parlor

-FINALLY, your tats are done! Once Masa stops blubbering, he is amazed at how wickedly cool your matching koi tattoos are, even if he can’t seem to remember the fish’s name anymore

-will show both of your koi tattoos off to anyone, and i mean ANYONE. boy has pulled down his pants to show a complete stranger his koi tattoo on multiple occasions, but thanks to your intervention, has only been questioned by police once, no charges pending

-the person he shows the ink off to most is his big bro Tatsu, who is a bit surprised but also elated that Masa has found someone who for some reason loves his dumbass oath brother so much that they agreed to get matching tattoos

-”Check it out, aniki! [ YN ] and I got these awesome fish tats! They’re called k...um, they’re called the...kaw? Kaw fish? Craw fish? No, the...well, aren’t they cool?!”

-when Tatsu expresses his surprise, it really gets Masa thinking about how lucky he is to have a cool s/o like you, one who held his hand while he got inked, and stops him from getting arrested for public indecency. he’s mostly thankful for the first part, because that shit hurt his sensitive skin

-Masa admires the tattoos every single night before you two go to bed or take a nap, running his hand over the black ink on your thigh until he falls asleep

                                          🐉 🐅 🐕

[naomiknight-17]

I agreed to go to Costco with Mom and Dad today, but both bro Duck and hubby Jon were busy and couldn't come. So I was the sole helper for shopping, which was a lot. But I said I would go, and I needed soap refills and Advil, so I went

After exhausting myself running around Costco, we stopped at Canadian Tire real quick so I could grab a couple little things I missed on my last trip there. Took like 10 minutes tops, but I was already running on fumes

Then. THEN. Mom decides we're also going to Giant Tiger. She did not ask if I had the energy, she just dragged us there. I was woozy, had a headache brewing, and my wallet was empty. But we went.

By the time we finished at GT and got back in the car, my head was pounding. In fact, I had trouble even getting in the damn car because my knees and hips did not want to work together to lift my legs high enough to step into the van.

Then we went to Tim Hortons, where I flat-out refused to be the one to stand in line. Mom had a mobility scooter at Costco, I didn't. Mom had planned to hit multiple stores, I hadn't. I was fucking exhausted - Mom wasn't! So she can buy the damn coffee!!

I am gonna be useless for days now, I can feel it. Taken both Tylenol Arthritis strength and Extra Strength Advil and I am still aching.

I'm gonna. Get ready for bed

[rose-wine-selfships]

Happy birthday to your husband Atsushi! (@canarycurse)

Thank you! I'm so glad you came into my inbox! Me and Atsushi have been together for over 5 years, and he's the reason why I made this blog in the first place. I've loved him for so, so many years that he's the major source of comfort and love to this day. I usually draw me and myself celebrating his birthday, but for now I'll just post an adorable pic here of my tiger hubby. I hope you have a wonderful day @canarycurse and Feliz Cinco de Mayo!

[straightupsickfics]

Teacher Anon💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 ok so this my friend: "Completely unoriginal, but someone who knows their partner has had a horribly busy, stressful day at work, so they’re sorta prepared for them to be worn out and irritable…but when their partner gets home/emerges from their office, it’s even worse than they imagined; their partner’s nose is red and irritated, they’re shamelessly breathing through their mouth, their eyelids droop low over watery eyes, and there’s a very crumpled tissue clutched in a weak fist."

“I had the longest day,” they mumble as they’re pulled into a hug.

IS BOTH STEDE AND ED.

Like i feel like depending on the au...like if its the Tattoo AU then Ed for sure! And if its where Stede is a teacher or just any occupation where he is the head boss...then it's him.

💡💡💡💡

I HAVE HEADCANONS IF ITS TATTOO AU AND ED IS THE SICK BABY:

So Stede being an interior designer has the luxury of working both in person and remotely with his clients. Since he choose to work at home for the week...this is perfect for later.

Ed doesn't have that luxury and on top of being a very popular tattoo artist is very much sought after...so he deals with a bunch of clients at once.

Ed is very well liked and much to the annoyance and worry of Izzy, Ed also takes walk ins which can be problematic when they want Ed to do their tattoos.

Ed is very very sympathetic to the first timers and accepts if he can every client. My tattoo artist is very similar but is a little more stricter on how many a day he will do.

Stede told his husband to slow down. That he has nothing to prove and he is working to hard. (Said this the night before in bed as he is holding Ed who has a headache and just nuzzles his face into Stede's tummy in response.

Ed is taking a small break as he has a lot of clients but notices he feels "Off" plus his knee is killing him.

Izzy, Fang, and Ivan, and other co workers notice too but dont want to call Ed out. Well... He about to be called out. 📞🗣

Stede knows his husband is sick but Ed stubbornly went to work and now while he is consulting with a client about Japandi style vs boho chic...

He hears the door lock jingle and when he turns around...he sees poor Ed looking super sick...so much in pain and it breaks Stede's heart.

He tells the client that a family emergency came up and that he will schedule another consultation. The client understands and Stede logs off and practically runs to his ailing husband.

Ed just starts tearing up because not only does he not feel good but he feels he let his clients down...his co workers...and Stede.

Stede just hugs Ed up to their bedroom and tells him he needs to take it easy and that he got him...loving kissing Ed's too warm cheek.

Once in the bedroom, Stede pulls out Ed's sick hubby clothes which are comfortable sweatpants and a t shirt

Ed cried again but in sheer gratitude for his husband just knows..

Once Ed has that on...Stede gently lets Ed's hair out of its bun and puts him to bed under the comfortable covers.

But not before he puts lavender vicks on Ed chest, back and feet...then put on socks. To say that Ed was Emotional is an understatement.

Ed drifts to sleep but not before having both a coughing and sneeze attack which Stede holds gently with one hand and holds those puffs indeed tissues to Ed's Streaming..redden nose.

Ed puts his head in Stede's lap while whimpering.

Stede also put tiger balm on Ed's knee and a cool compress on his head. (Stede was ready) Stede is very worried too because he notices Ed is shivering...'Chills' Stede sadly thinks.

Stede for the next week and half(told Izzy aka IGGY that Ed was too sick to leave his bed..so no working for a while.

Also Stede was so worried about Ed that he called Roach to come look at his ailing deerheart. Another Headcanon i have is that Roach is an amazing doctor who makes house calls. He has his own clinic that he and his partner run together. Plus he loves both Stede and Ed so its no problem.

Roach comes over and checks Ed and basically Ed needs lots of rest because he is over doing it...which he pointedly looks at Stede cuz he knows Stede is similar. He leaves Stede with some medicine for both his bad cold and knee.

Stede changes to his pjs and climbs into bed with Ed.

Even when Asleep...Ed scoots to Stede wrapping his arms around him.

Stede smiles fondly at his husband and starts rubbing his scalp gently.

Ed smiles and snores indicating....baby boy is knocked out.

Stede chuckles as he reaches for the remote and turns on his and Ed's favorite Disney movie and begins humming the opening.

Now as for when its Stede's turn...

To be continued...

😝

omg what if i CRY??? this is like a whole fic you have written for us here 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 And they are IN LOVE it's true!!! omg stede would take exactly such care of ed when he is feeling so bad and cannot give himself a break, stede will take it for him 💜 scooping him up....rubbing vick's on him... knowing exactly what his sick person clothes and movies are omg just 🥺🥺🥺🥺

also this is so long and so cute you should (if you don't already!) make a blog and post your ideas!!! you know at the very least @softersteve and i will share and interact 💜 (just because your ideas are so cute, obviously no pressure and you are more than welcome to do exactly this!)

[wolfasketch]

If you don't feel like reading the stuff under keep reading, long story short is Sky's cat instincts take over and she hides herself away to give birth, panic is everywhere, villains have morals and everyone is fine in the end.

When Sky became pregnant, Leo and Drax marked it as a high risk pregnancy for a few reasons. 1. Sky's the first mutant to get pregnant. 2. The baby(ies) are crossbreeds between a cat and turtle. 3. Spikey shell. 4. They don't know if the babies will be live or egg born. 5. The length of her pregnancy is unknown.

Through her pregnancy, everything was fine. Sky rarely had morning sickness, she only suffered minor pains in her back and was only a little snappy. It wasn't until closer to the end of her pregnancy that things became strange.

She started waking up more tired than normal and she and Raph often woke to dirty and pine needles in their bed and they got calls from Mikey and Splinter saying a lot of their covers stored away for winter started disappearing, but none of the alarms Donnie installed ever went off. Senor Hueso even found his kitchen at Run of the Mill had been looted of all meats. No one connected these incidents together.

The panic really began when Raph woke one day to find Sky missing from their bed and home. The search immediately started, Raph leaving TC and Casey with Usagi while he and his brothers searched the Hidden City, to no avail.

Meanwhile, on the surface, Sky built a den in the woods near Repo Mantis' salvage yard and gave birth there, using Mikey and Splinter's stolen covers as bedding. During the first two weeks of her recovery, Sky would slip between her normal self and her feral self, her feral side being the reason she sought and isolated place to give birth.

Not long after the two week mark, after hear strange sounds near his yard and his mantis-cat being on the fritz for the past couple weeks, Repo and Meat Sweats(cause I ship it and why not) go to investigate. It doesn't take them long to find Sky.

Upon seeing the two mutants outside her den, Sky falls into protective mom/feral mode and starts hissing and spatting at the two, leading to the babies hissing and crying, making Repo and Meats go 'OH, shit, she has babies!'

Not sure what to do, they go to the Run of Mill to try and find the turtles. They may be villains, but they draw the line at hurting mothers and babies(and cats on Repo's part). After hearing from Hueso, it takes the turtles and April, especially Raph, little to no time to meet up with Repo and Meats so the two cat lead them to Sky's hideout.

After some coaxing from Raph and videos of Cassidy and Tiger Claw playing and laughing for Sky to calm down and realize 'Oh shit, my hubby's here!'

It takes a bit for Sky to get the triplets out, seeing as the entrance is too small for even April to squeeze into, but in the end, all were safe and healthy and the Skyphael family was reunited.

[lunarwildrose]

{ from last night }

Goodnight... 💤😴💤

May 11th was the 29th anniversary of The Crow's release, my and Hubby's special movie. 🎬 And today, May 12th, is the first birthday of our first two tiger babies born last year. 🐯🐯 Happy 1st trip around the sun, Little Ones! 🌞

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[cinderembersoul]

Where's the pick of the Facebook I'm in this picture and I don't like it?

Cause the infinite lives cheat code for Ty the Tasmanian Tiger is LRLRXXXXYY (Do dododo!)

I looked up a song from my childhood the other day and sang it verbatim and my husband just stared at me. I haven't seen that movie in about 20+ years.

I used to sit down next to my hubby when he was watching a show that I have NEVER watched and asked if that specific episode is when X happens and he just stares at me because I'm right.

If you ask me when my father's birthday is, I have to pull out my phone. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna forget my child's birthday too.

movies where someone hears an important message only once and retains all the details….

girl if that were me, we’d be fucked. I have to reread emails like 4 times.