#It's Raining Crows and Dogs

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey, Professor? I heard a rumor that you have 101 dogs back home, is this true?

If so, lucky!

Canonically, Crewel has yet to reveal exactly how many dogs he owns! However, we know it must be more than one since he often refers to them as a plural.

If he doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.

“… What kind of rumors are swirling around the schoolyard now? No, I do not keep that many dogs in my home. The number has been greatly exaggerated.”

Ah, but how blissful it would be, were it the case.

"No? Not 101?" you asked, tilting your head to one side.

"Not 101," he confirmed. "I doubt my minions could handle looking after a litter of that size. The dogs would eat them alive! Those two nitwits can barely tie their own shoes without tripping over themselves."

"By minions, do you mean your old classmates from Night Raven College?"

"Yes, them. They dogsit for me while I'm here on Sage's Island teaching. I visit my dear dogs on the weekends."

"That's such a long time to be away from them."

And a long time to trust his friends to not screw up. If only there was a way to bring Crewel-sensei and his dogs together more often. He obviously can’t leave mid-school day, but maybe if it were the other way around and the dogs could come to him…

A lightbulb suddenly went off in your head. "I know! Why don't you bring your dogs into class one day? To set the record straight about how many you have. I’ve also heard that petting dogs is a good way to help students destress before exams.”

“Hmm.” Crewel turned the suggestion over in his head, then back, as if inspecting an item’s quality. “That’s not a bad idea, provided I can secure permissions for it from the headmaster.”

“Oh, can you?!” you asked excitedly. “I’d love to meet your pets!”

“No promises, but I can certainly put in the proposal.” Crewel ran a hand through his hair. “Introducing my good boys to my… not-so-good boys, what a concept. If that becomes a reality, my dogs may just teach you pups a thing or two about good etiquette and grooming.”

[lostinthesandsoftime]

The Goan Monsoon

Rainy Days and Window pals...

July brought heavy rains to Goa, keeping me indoors for a week. As the rain poured relentlessly outside, my window became a portal to a vibrant world. Amidst coconut trees, and a well teeming with life, I found unexpected companions - from turtles and fish to cats and crows. This photostory is a testament to the beauty and intensity of the Goan monsoon, a chapter in life where heavy rains kept me indoors but opened my eyes to the wonders just beyond my doorstep.

[pupsec]

𐔌 、kakashi　ﾉ　you quietly play the role of a dutiful wife—until you uncover his secret stash of smut and realize your aloof husband might just be a filthy, pervert 𓈒　◟

cw: arranged marriageノdubcon undertones ノ obsession ノ explicit content ノdark themes ϑϱ

୨ৎ dead dove: do not eat！minors, blank & ageless blogs will be blocked ୨୧ pt. 2

You married him under sakura blossoms and a sky the color of secrets.

Kakashi Hatake never looked at you during the ceremony. His Sharingan was covered, his visible eye lowered, posture slack like this whole thing bored him. A political bond, they called it. A strategic arrangement. You were nothing but a name on a scroll, a signature in ink. You half expected him not to show up. Maybe a crow with a note tied to its leg instead—Sorry, too busy training. Best wishes.

But he came. He said "I do" with a shrug.

You moved into his quiet house tucked into a hill on the edge of the village, where the wind always carried the scent of pine and earth, and the porch creaked with age. He gave you the larger bedroom, disappeared into the smaller one down the hall. Never touched you. Barely spoke.

"Don’t trouble yourself," he murmured the first day, not even glancing up from his book. "I won’t get in your way."

So you didn’t. You dusted. Swept. Folded. You ironed his uniforms and laid them out with care. Cooked meals and left them covered with a little note—If you're hungry. Most went untouched.

You tiptoed around him like you were afraid to wake a sleeping wolf. A wife in name only. You kept your head down, told yourself it was fine. Maybe even peaceful.

Until one day you were cleaning.

It was raining. The sound of it tapping against the window made the silence heavier somehow. Kakashi wasn’t home. An early mission. You hummed as you dusted the shelf in his spare room—a room you weren’t supposed to touch, really, but something about it called to you today. Maybe it was the crooked frame. Maybe it was boredom. Or maybe it was the little pull of curiosity that always got girls like you in trouble.

You tugged the drawer open.

And froze.

Stacked. Neatly. Organized alphabetically, even. Rows of smutty novels. The kind with aggressively suggestive titles and lurid covers—The Icha Icha Chronicles: Lust in the Mist, Kunoichi Heat 3: Forbidden Jutsu. One was dog-eared right in the middle. You flipped it open before your brain could stop your hands, and—

The scene inside made your face go hot.

Someone tied up. Begging. Calling the man sensei. Pages sticky from too much use. You dropped it like it bit you and stumbled back.

Kakashi—stoic, unreadable Kakashi—was reading this filth?

You snapped the drawer shut and ran.

You didn’t bring it up. How could you?

You just scrubbed harder. Smiled tighter. Tried to push it out of your head. But then your panties started to vanish.

Not the plain ones. Not the folded cotton briefs. No—it was the delicate lace, the soft silk, the ones you only wore when you were feeling fragile and feminine. You thought maybe you misplaced them. Laundry mistake. Until it kept happening. Until you knew.

Then it was the scent. On the laundry. Faint, but there—something musky and warm and male. You started doing your laundry in secret.

And then one night, you caught him.

You woke for no reason. A soft creak. A breath. The door cracked open.

You pretended to stay asleep.

You kept your breaths slow, steady, heartbeat hammering in your ears as you felt his presence at the edge of the bed. So close. So quiet. Something shifted on the sheets.

You waited until he was gone to peek.

Your underwear drawer. Still open.

The next morning, Kakashi sipped his tea like nothing happened. Same bored look. Same lazy posture. The man who used your panties as a midnight addiction was smiling politely and asking if you wanted more sugar in your tea.

Your head spun.

How could he look at you like you were glass, when he was sneaking into your room just to press his face into your scent? How could he act so unaffected, when the flush on his throat betrayed something molten just under the skin?

You started watching him. Closer. The twitch of his fingers when you bent over. The way his eye followed the line of your throat when your robe slipped just a little. You tested it—dropped a towel "accidentally," bent slowly. Kakashi didn’t move.

But he stared.

When you turned to look at him, his nose was buried in that damned book again. As if he didn’t just imagine bending you over the table and fucking you till your knees gave out.

He was a ghost in the day and a deviant in the dark.

And you were the good little wife who smiled and served tea.

But you felt it now. The tension curling around both of you like smoke. The sharp awareness. The way his voice dipped low when he said thank you for breakfast, like it had a thousand meanings under it. The way your thighs clenched when he stood too close.

One night, you found a pair of your panties—worn, damp, and warm—folded under your pillow.

Your hands shook. You didn’t throw them out.

You tucked them away.

You weren’t sure who you were becoming.

But it made you wet just to think about it.

[ozzgin]

Why do I feel like yandere!skinwalker/shape shifter would love chin scratches in human form just as much as when he's pretending to be a dog

It's a strange thing to consider, yet you can't help but notice that your partner reminds you of your pet dog.

Both of them hate sunny days and seem to be followed constantly by heavy clouds of rain. Moreover, they're particularly popular with the neighborhood birds, as crows or vultures often circle above you.

Misfortune plagues you whenever they're nearby: friends suddenly becoming nauseous, people tripping into traffic, the restaurant you'd planned on visiting bursting into flames.

Thus, you eye your boyfriend suspiciously. Could it be? At the very least, it's worth trying. He notices your intent gaze.

"Something the matter?"

You quickly reach for his chin and begin scratching, the same way you'd pet your dog. His tongue involuntarily rolls out in excitement. A shiver of humiliation crosses his body, and he slaps your hand away, lips pursed in shame.

"What's- why would you do that," he demands, as if being caught.

Fascinating. So similar, yet they can't stand each other; like magnets of the same pole. To this day, you haven't seen your partner and your dog in the same room. A mystery you're yet to decipher.

[athenalvss]

NOAH'S ARK ( Jason Todd!)

Summary: For Jason, it's normal that his house is like Noah's Ark, he even loves some of the little animals his girlfriend brings.

pairing: Jason todd x animals lover! reader

a/n: I'm watching Young Justice and I really want to write things related to them, I have an idea for a Dick Masterpiece post

open request — Jason todd masterlist

Jason was already more than used to you coming home with any animal you found there, or bringing home animals from the vet where you worked, finding a stray cat, an injured pigeon or even a raccoon in the bathtub was nothing strange, and when he walked through the door the first thing he would hear from you was an justification.

"Don't ask, Jason. It was raining and he looked at me with those little eyes."

"I just hope you have that compassion for me when you get angry."

But Jason had his limits, although it was hard for him to say no, he had a black list of animals.

No roosters, once after a long night of patrol he had barely been able to close his eyes to sleep when he woke up to the loud crowing of the rooster at 5 a.m.

“Are you kidding me?” he growled, his face buried in the pillow.

You, standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee and the bird tucked under your arm like a baby, simply replied, “It was cold. Besides, it’s singing because it’s happy to be alive.”

Jason mumbled something about how he'd be happy if he could sleep, too, but didn't argue further. The next day, though, the rooster "miraculously" disappeared. You still swear Jason left it on the rooftop on purpose so it would fly away.

The second no come thanks to a goat you found tied up in a vacant lot and, for some reason, you thought it would be a good idea to bring it back to the apartment "just for one night."

She ended up eating his boots, a gun magazine, and urinating on the hallway rug.

“This thing is the devil” Jason said as the goat stared at him from the couch.

“Don’t call her that! Her name is Daisy.”

“Well, Daisy kicked me!”

“Just because you scared her with your presence!”

Despite everything, Jason has a soft spot. And that's dogs. Especially the big, old ones with sad eyes. They reminded him of a dog he once had. Once, you came home with a huge, dirty mastiff with a torn ear.

“I couldn’t leave him there, he was drooling like you do when you sleep.”

Jason became so attached to him that he ended up buying him a new collar and taking him out for walks with a face that said, "I have to," while talking to him as if he were a child:

“Come on, Bobby, don’t bite the mailman… again.”

Plus he likes the look of the dog, no one would go near you with that big dog by your side, that is until they realized Bobby has the personality of a dachshund.

Despite secretly caring for them, there were times when he truly hated them. They broke things, interrupted intimate moments, and constantly reminded them that they were no longer alone there.

One night, after a long day, Jason held you quietly while you were washing the dishes. It was one of those rare moments of calm: his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder, his raspy voice murmuring something like, “I could get used to this.”

You were about to turn around to kiss him when a high-pitched bark echoed from the hallway. "What's up with Bobby now?" you sighed.

Jason shrugged, still holding your waist. "Maybe he saw his reflection again."

Bobby burst into the kitchen as if he'd detected a national threat, skidding across the floor with his massive paws. He planted himself between the two of you with a soft growl, his head pushing between Jason's legs as if to separate you.

"Seriously, Bobby?" Jason looked at him in disbelief. "Are we doing this now, mate?"

The dog responded by sitting right between you, staring at you, and leaving a pair of Jason's socks with holes in them as an offering.

Sometimes your rescues would sneak in right in the middle of their missions. One night, Jason showed up covered in blood, his helmet tucked under his arm, his expression utterly exhausted, like every night, but he didn't come in alone this time.

“Is that… a cat?” you asked, looking at the backpack that was unzipping from the inside.

“He followed me. He kept meowing. He was giving me away where he was.”

“And you brought him home?”

Jason shrugged. “He has eyes just like yours, okay?”

They called him Ghost, because he was so stealthy. Although he did knock over a television once, so the nickname is still debated.

Even though Jason complains… he also spoils them. You've seen him carrying the three legged dog like a baby, or talking softly to some parrots playing in the kitchen. He'd never admit it, but he has secret names for all of them.

Although what he likes most is coming home knowing that there is someone waiting for him.

Sometimes he comes through the balcony window, silent as a shadow, and from there you can already see the scene: warm lights, a half-empty cup of tea on the table, and you, asleep on the sofa with a book on your chest and Bobby curled up next to you.

Other times you're awake, sitting on the carpet with a blanket over your shoulders, surrounded by creatures like an urban version of Snow White. As soon as they see him walk in, everyone reacts as if they've seen the Messiah.

As soon as they see him cross the window frame, the invasion begins: the dogs jump happily, the parrot screams his name, and you wake up with a smile that he feels is more his than anything else in the world.

"Hey, you're back," you whisper as you walk over to hug him.

Jason grunts something unintelligible, drops his helmet, and holds you close as if he could become one with you. In your arms, surrounded by animals he now considers family, he feels something he never had.

Peace.

"I'm home," he mumbles, more to himself than to you.

And in that moment, Jason remembers why he always comes back.

[devilsrph]

† 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙽  𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙲 sentence starters ... featuring sentence starters with southern gothic undertones and themes. please use as purposed, do not replicate or alter for any reason. this is likely one part of many. enjoy!

“ this place isn't like it used to be. ” “ this town... there's something wrong with it. ” “ put the gun down. ” “ i've seen that face before. just not on anyone living. ” “ what's buried out back? ” “ i don't think we're out here alone. ” “ this place ain't cursed. curses wear out. this place is hungry. ” “ you shouldn't be here after dark. ” “ you see that? someone's watching us. ” “ he left his shadow behind. i see it walking sometimes. ” “ it's been quiet. too quiet. ” “ whatever you do, don't follow the lights. ” “ why does this town feel... different today? ” “ someone's been leaving flowers on her grave again. ” “ he sort of just... vanished. ” “ stay away from that well. ” “ what's that smell? it smells like something's rotting. ” “ i've never seen that road before. ” “ you shouldn't be here after dark. ” “ i swear i locked the door... ” “ the river only takes what it's owed. ” “ the dog don't go near the wood line anymore. ” “ why's it so cold all of a sudden? ” “ that's not rain... ” “ i thought i just saw you outside... but you're here? ” “ they were here. i can feel it. ” “ if you hear singing down by the water, turn around. ” “ granddaddy always said if the crows stop circling, it's too late. ” “ i met him in the graveyard. ” “ the picture fell again. ” “ don't look behind you. ” “ it's been raining for three days straight. ” “ there's always been this weird smell in the air. ” “ i've heard rumors about this place. ” “ this house was built on blood. ” “ someone's buried under the porch. ”

[shadesoflsk]

THE OLD WAY

pairing: Leon Kennedy x fem reader

summary: Living at a farm and being married surely has it perks. However, Leon can't help but think something is missing.

warnings: smut, MDNI, oral (fem receiving) p in v, mating press (??), creampie, breeding kink, outdoor sex, age gap (unspecified), established relationship, fluff, Leon is so husband in this, mentions of pregnancy, domestic bliss.

word count: 4k

author's note: Hello! I had this fic in my drafts for sooo long. I was kind of ashamed to post this since it's not my usual type of content but !!! fuck it !! Ovulation goes brrr. I hope you all like it!I had an older Leon in mind but I used a re6 leon pic for funsies. (And please... don't judge the lack of creativity in my title... I didn't know what to write.)

MY MASTERLIST

City life was no longer fitting for a man like him. Job was not the same and he was afraid he might not get up from one of his falls one day. Joints no longer worked like they used to, a painful reminder of how his age was getting to him.

That's why he chose to retire, rather early for the average citizen. But he believes his position as a federal agent has aged him to the point where he could easily describe himself as an 80 years old man who needed help crouching down.

With that in mind, he wasted no time buying a home away from civilization. Money was no problem and owning a ranch now sounded like the best idea he could come up with. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Time seemed to flow faster as he settled down in a peaceful lifestyle.

Solitude was very much welcomed. The sounds of blood dripping and ragged screams were replaced by the soft pitty patter of the rain and the usual rooster’s crow each morning, announcing a new day. 

But, as much as he has grown to love and appreciate his simplistic routine, the monotonous daily work and the lack of companionship were hitting him hard. When night came and his thoughts clouded his rational side, he yearned for a change in his life. He was never the romantic type, never been. His previous job as an agent cut off any possibilities of having a partner and settling down like any normal person would. But years made him a sappy man, it seemed.

Life works in mysterious ways, though. He wouldn’t have thought that farm life would bring him a sweet thing like you. It all started with your car breaking down a few meters away from his farm. You wanted to thank him for his help, there was no way you would simply express your gratitude through words, not after his assistance. 

So, your first visit consisted of a home-baked pie which he reluctantly accepted. Not because he didn’t want to but it had been a while since he was last gifted something. That first meeting soon turned into a couple until you were basically there every day. 

“Stay with me,” shifted into a “Be my girlfriend” and therefore the “Marry me?” finally came. 

You were the best thing that has ever happened in his life, a peaceful life away from any danger the city may bring and a beautiful wife by his side? God granted him the most perfect miracle ever. 

He followed the milestones of your relationship to a T. Even though the lack of knowledge was sometimes obvious, he knew the basics of how to keep a girl—his girl— happy. It was in his nature to provide, and living with you meant no exception. 

He always strived to do better, to be better. Your needs were always met and he took pride in knowing he was your husband. No one else but him. 

However, he felt selfish when none of that actually fulfilled him. He was happy with you, don’t get him wrong. Nothing was like before when he thought he would die alone with no one who cared about him. But something in the back of his mind kept bothering him.

And ever since he realized something was missing, he couldn't help but try to find out what it was. 

For days and weeks, he tried picturing the change both of you needed. More pets? You had enough with the dog you both have. Vacations? He had already taken you to the beach. More space in your home? The house at the farm was alright… Maybe a little too big for just the two of you.

Oh.

Oh…

The problem was the two of you. Or rather, being just the two of you on this big ranch. 

He had come to realize that he could, in fact, dream bigger. A few years ago, he would have thought that being married was a faraway dream, unachievable and stupid. But now he’s a husband and maybe if he tries hard enough, he can get to be a family man.

However, nobody has taught him how to face these types of situations. Even when he asked you to be his wife, he needed months of preparation. How was he going to explain this desire to put a baby in you? 

On one peaceful night, he was spooning you as always. It was his favorite activity after taking care of his chores at the farm (and even doing some of yours just so you could relax more). But even when there was nothing but a comforting silence, his thoughts wouldn’t stop flooding his mind. 

He let one of his hands rest on your abdomen, caressing the skin there with circular motions. He tried closing his eyes to prevent more of those thoughts from coming to his mind yet it was useless. His imagination was running wild when he pictured you carrying a life in your belly, swollen and round, the perfect scenario.

He imagined taking care of you. Of course, his pretty wife won’t do anything if she’s next to him. There was no way he wouldn’t take that opportunity to show her how much of a man, a good man he was. 

Pressing a kiss to your cheek as he rested behind you, he spoke before even thinking what he was supposed to say.

“You would be a good mom, you know?” It slipped out of his mouth, he should’ve used a more discreet way of speaking his mind. Now it was too late to draw back.

“What?” You chuckled as you turned your head to look at Leon. “I’d look great as a mom?” 

“Yeah.” He whispered, finally admitting his desire to have a family. “What do you think?”

He wouldn’t push the matter if you don’t feel the same. As much as he loved the idea of having mini versions of both of you, there was no way he would force you to do it. 

“Mhm… I think you’d also be a great dad.” Your voice was as soft as his, indulging in this little moment of intimacy and raw honesty. 

The word dad rings in his mind. His life before having his ranch was violence-filled, then years of solitude surrounded by nothing but nature cornered him to think that being alone was his destiny. Now, you brought him a newfound desire to come back home and finding you and your child. A family.

“You think so?” 

“Absolutely.”

Leon had a silly smile formed on his face. His dreams were actually achievable and domesticity and tranquility were now his everyday life.

“We can try if you want.” You added, feeling how Leon continued drawing shapes on your stomach. “How many would you like?”

Leon didn’t think he would get this far. 

“Want me to be honest?” Leon’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “I wouldn’t mind having an entire football team with you.” He joked, hearing how you gasped in response.

“Leon!” You slapped his hand out of your abdomen. “I’m the one having them!” 

Both of you laughed as the night embraced both of you like a blanket. Confessions have never been so much welcomed as tonight’s. 

“I love you.” He murmured as his eyes closed. It was a reassurance that whatever life had in store for both of you, he would gladly accept it.

“I love you more.” You replied with the same fondness as always. Drifting off to sleep was easier than ever.

-

Days passed and the conversation wasn’t forgotten. Nonetheless, you let the flow of time and life decide for both of you.

Daily chores needed to be completed no matter what. So, he’s now washing his hands after feeding the horses. You’re holding the garden hose which makes a wet mess given the force of the water. 

“Didn’t know it was raining.” Leon jokes as the water soaks his shirt and pants. 

“Shit, sorry.” You turn off the garden hose as you giggle watching how drenched Leon looks. 

And while you are genuinely sorry since Leon still has things to do on the farm, you can’t help but appreciate the image your husband is offering. White shirt now see-through, giving you the perfect view of his soft abdomen clinging to the fabric.

When you first met Leon, he had told you what an amazing body he had. With so much pride, he once showed you pictures of his past self. Images of a toned torso and strong arms would look appealing to your eyes. But each time Leon and you are intimate, you get to feel his slightly rounder belly pressed against you, his strong arms clinging to you. In those moments you can’t help but thank God for the gorgeous man you have. 

“Enjoying the view?” Leon breaks the silence when he feels your eyes not leaving his body. 

“Maybe…” You quietly whisper as you drop the hose and walk closer to him. “Can’t help it, my husband is so handsome.” You add, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Inevitably, you inhaled the scent you have grown to love. 

For a moment, you stay there, just drowning in the affection letting your hands rest on his sides unaware of how Leon could feel the slight friction of your breasts against his soaked shirt. The thin fabric of your dress does a poor job of preventing Leon’s hands from wandering around your body. 

A pool of arousal starts setting in Leon as he reaches your ass and gives it a firm squeeze.

With one swift and smooth move, he lifts you off the ground. Your feet are no longer touching the floor as Leon walks away from the barn. And, as if on command, you wrap your legs around his torso, allowing him to walk easier to whatever destination he had in mind.

For once, Leon hates the fact that he owns a big ass farm. His place is a bit far away from the barn, so his decisions are fogged by the desire and neediness he is feeling at the moment. Years in solitude led him to think he was imponent but with the way his jeans seem to get tighter each time your lower half brushes against his, he knows it's not true.

He is a gentleman, don’t get him wrong. He’d have picked you up and carried you to his bedroom as usual, laid you on the bed, taken off your clothes, and fucked you gently (or rough) like he usually did. However, a newfound wish piqued his interest, and even though you're in a secluded area, he wishes everyone would know what pretty girl he got.

Without further thinking and no complaints made, he places you down on the grass. The sensation of the blades tickling your skin is, in a way, bothersome, but your brain is easily turned into mush every time Leon dares to touch you.

Leon, however, wouldn’t allow you to feel any discomfort. His sun-kissed skin would be exposed in swift motion as he takes off his wet shirt. Those antagonizing seconds of admiring him unbuttoning the fabric push you to press your thighs together, seeking any type of release or mere pleasure.

“Up,” And after those endless seconds of him taking off his shirt, his hand taps your hip, motioning you to lift the lower half of your body for him to lay his shirt there. Giving no second thoughts, you raise your rear, pathetically quick, and Leon notices. “So needy, have I been slacking off?”

And his tone gives him away. He is looking forward to letting nature be the witness of your lustful acts. The sun being your light and the grass your makeshift bed. His body embraces the position on top of you.

“Of course I have.” He cooes, bringing his face lower and lower before pressing his cheek against your inner thigh. His stubble resembles sandpaper with how it scratches your skin, but at this point, it brings more pleasure than annoyance. “Look at her, already crying for me.”

His breath tickles the middle area between your legs. The wet spot in your panties is obvious to Leon who wastes no time to bring up that fact. And you want to thank yourself for choosing a dress today because there is no way you could do anything besides laying on the grass and letting Leon treat you so nicely and tenderly.

“How could I?” He hums against the soaked patch of the fabric. “Been neglecting my pretty girl.” He presses a kiss on your clothed area, dragging down the anticipated pleasure you’re looking for. 

“Mhm… please.” Your babbles gain a chuckle out of Leon’s lips. He is enjoying the whole setting, he wouldn’t have known he had a thing for outdoor sex but then again, he loves discovering new things with you. 

Antagonistically, he lifts your dress until it reaches your abdomen and exposes your lower half.

And finally, his fingers hook around the sides of your panties, yanking down the fabric, allowing himself to admire the way he has made a mess of you already. 

As always, he was ready for his favorite meal in the whole world.

Lying on his stomach, he props up on his elbows, his mouth dives into your pussy as his tongue laps at your clit. A moan escapes your lips as the sensation of being eaten out by Leon floods your mind and soul. 

He feasts like a starved man, like he is eating his favorite dessert. He delves into your aching hole, his tongue tasting the sweet and well-known flavor of your juices. He brings your legs over his shoulders, propping you to raise your lower half and reach even deeper. 

“Shit,” Your fingers tangle in his dirty blond hair, shoving his face into your cunt. His lips suck your clit, paying close attention to that part, drawing moans and whines out of you. 

A plethora of names are being said as Leon continues being trapped between your thighs. He flicks his tongue while he feels how some of your slick drips to his stubble. And with the way your legs squeeze him even tighter, he can already guess you’re feeling so much pleasure from his tongue alone.

You arch your back, trying to bring him even closer to your core. The wet noises of his saliva and your slick mix with the outdoor ones. The soft rustling of the trees’ leaves and the birds chirping are a reminder of the scenario you both are in.

Whimpers leave your lips as Leon's tongue makes out with your cunt. Your fingers grip the shirt Leon placed as a makeshift blanket. Heat starts pooling in your belly as the antagonizing seconds of Leon eating you out bring you to the edge.

At last, your body jerks and comes undone in Leon’s grasp. He holds you in place, flattening his tongue to collect every drop of your slick. He could easily cum too just by the fact he was tasting your release. 

“My sweet girl, always so perfect for me.” He finally disconnects from your pussy to crawl back to where your face is. He places some kisses on your neck which is glistening with a layer of sweat given how much pleasure you were previously feeling. 

At last, his lips reach yours and he passionately kisses you. You could easily taste yourself in the kiss yet you don’t care at this very moment. 

For a moment, he indulges in the tenderness of the kiss after bringing you to heaven with just his tongue alone. However, the easily noticeable restraint in his jeans was getting harder to control. 

You feel him grind against you, seeking any type of friction to ease the aching feeling of his erection. 

“Leon… I can’t….” Leon’s intentions are obvious as you feel his clothed dick humping your leg like a needy man yet, you are still tender from your ecstasy. 

“You can…” He brings his face against the crook of your neck once again, placing wet kisses around your skin. “Just one more baby.”

He pleads, he begs, he needs to feel you wrapped around him. Those thoughts about leaving his mark, leaving his seed in you are still pretty much present. So at last, you nod. That’s when you can feel a smile forming on his lips which continue being pressed against your neck. 

“Thank you, thank you.” Acting like he hasn’t touched for ages, you hear the rustle of fabric and his belt buckle falling to the ground. You see how his dick springs out of his boxers when he pulls them down, already leaking precum just from eating you out.

In less than a second, you feel him collecting your previous release, sliding his cock through your folds with such ease that it had you gripping air. 

“Fuck…” He murmurs as he pushes himself painfully slowly, taking his time to feel how your walls tighten around his length. Pinned underneath him, you feel overwhelmed by the sensation of having his body so close to you. 

“My pretty wife…” He whispers as he is finally all the way in. “Look at you, so pretty full of me.” He adds while one of his hands caresses your hair.

He starts gently rocking against your body, the pace is slow and comforting as if trying to remember the way your velvety walls clamp his dick, the stretch being something you’re accustomed to.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He says as he thrusts inside of you, this time a little more urgently. The hand that was previously running through your hair wraps around your waist and lifts it slightly. 

“Mhm…yes.” You nod as your eyes lock with his, witnessing a newfound desire you haven’t seen before. Maybe it was the fact that both of you are outdoors, you don’t know. 

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours mix with your heavy breaths. The perfect music for the perfect scenario. As soon as Leon hits that sweet spot of yours, you whimper his name like a mantra. 

And then again, the thought of a family floods his mind. The mental image of your belly stretching out, making space for the baby is everything he longs for. And not only that, but he craves to take care of you, his pretty wife. You wouldn’t need to lift a finger for the nine months of pregnancy. 

“Wanna fill you up.” He finally confesses in a moan. He isn’t a stranger to dirty talk, you know it well. The way his words come out like a promise and an already-made decision is proof of his not so hidden wish. “This farm is lonely with just the two of us…”

And as he presses his forehead against yours, you see in his eyes the devotion he has for you. The same man that promised you the world is now promising a life, a new life who is going to be the perfect combination of both you and him.

“What’chu mean?” You feign ignorance just for the sake of hearing those words coming out of his mouth again. And as you try to say some more teasing words, you can feel the way his thrusts get rougher as if trying to make a statement. The statement being that he wouldn’t stop until you get pregnant.

“You know what I mean…” He is huffing by now, letting out a grunt as he utters those words. “Wanna get you nice and full.”

Ultimately, your dreams are the same as his. So you allow him to transform this dream of his into his—your—reality now.

“Yeah?” You say through your teeth, trying not to whimper from the fact that his cock is reaching so deep into you. 

“Yeah.” He groans, his sticky forehead never leaving yours as he looks into your eyes and your dazed-out expression. “You’re gonna look so goddamn beautiful as a momma.” 

Out of desperation to fuck you even deeper, he brings your legs to his shoulders, just like he previously did when he was eating you out. But this time, it is an attempt to let his dick mark your womb. 

It is his mission to one day see a positive test. It’s his mission to show his devotion to his princess and the now-future mother of his children. He’d never stop looking at the telltale of his seed making its home in your body. 

He wouldn’t let you do anything besides resting and growing your little miracle. He’d cook, he’d clean, he’d feed you if you ask him to. 

“Keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna—fuck—cum…” He effortlessly bends your knees even more, bringing them closer to your chest.  “Gonna fill you up until I’m so damn empty.” 

He takes advantage of the vulnerable position you’re in to bring a hand to your clit. Rubbing it, he waits for the imminent climax of both of you.

“Cum for me, princess.” He presses his body on top of you, the position allowing him to let out an almost growl against your ear. The sense of purpose that Leon is showing prompts you to finally reach your climax. With a broken voice and your fingernails leaving crescent moons on his back, you coat his dick with your release. A gooey ring forms at the base of his cock every time he pulls in and out of you. 

His actions don’t stop there, though. He was so close to spilling right inside you and making his dreams come true. He brings the hand that was previously teasing your clit to your face, brushing away some of your hair that has stuck to your forehead, he looks right into your eyes.

“Fucking love you so much.” He grunts, his deep sea eyes never leaving yours, as if trying to engrave this moment in his mind. To forever remember the time when he finally achieved his dream. “You’ll be the prettiest momma ever.”

Although his thrusts are too much for you to handle and the overstimulation turns into a slight discomfort, the way his hand is gently caressing your cheek—a juxtaposition of his determined attempt of marking you— makes you melt on the spot.

And especially since the cold feeling of his wedding ring reminds you of the amazing man you married.

“I'm cumming.” He warns you as his thrusts get sloppy and without rhythm. He's seeing stars at this moment, every time he plunges his dick into you he reaches the sky. And at last, with the way his breath gets laboured and heavy, it announces his high coming.

The head of his dick spurts rope after rope of cum into you, the angle you are in makes it easier for it not to drip out of you. He wouldn’t allow a drop of his seed to go to waste. 

You feel the warm and thick liquid filling your insides, proof of Leon’s actions and therefore fulfilled wish. For a moment, you stay there letting his weight crush you and your bent legs. 

After a while, he slowly slips out of you, carefully placing your legs on the ground. You feel the grass blades tickling your calves where Leon’s shirt doesn’t reach. 

Leon rests his arm next to your head, admiring the dazed-out expression you have after letting him fill you.

“Hey…” He murmurs before letting out a soft chuckle. 

“Hi you.” You respond with a smile amidst the exhaustion that is running through your veins. “We really just did that.”

“Yeah…” In his eyes, you can observe how much love he has for you and how eager he is to know if this one dream will be a reality.

With his free hand, he grabs yours and places soft pecks on your knuckles. 

“Are you okay?” He once again speaks, now making sure you are alright. 

“More than okay.” 

He gives your knuckles one last kiss before he lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head while doing so.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You ask.

“Nothing…” He shakes his head once again. “It's just that… I may have some dad jokes already prepared.”

“Shut up, Leon.”

You couldn’t wait to know if your dreams were achieved by this act. You couldn’t wait to see if your life could get even better than this. And especially, you couldn’t wait to experience being a family.

💬 shadesoflsk: Comments, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated.

[foldingfittedsheets]

The area around our house has a lot of rabbits. It’s full of lush overgrown lawn and guard dogs so they tend to do well. Some adventurous hutch rabbit snuck out years ago to breed with the local population so we mostly see all black bunnies who have a feral gleam in their eyes.

Today is a drizzly chilly day, quintessential fall weather. Dragging ourselves out the door my beloved and I set out on a quest for groceries. We passed the first black rabbit browsing peaceably on lush grass in the drizzly rain. I love spotting wildlife and was pleased.

Not two minutes later we passed the second black rabbit, sheltering beneath an overgrown bush while water dripped around it. “Two rabbits,” I remarked to my beloved. “Blessings.”

Shortly afterward I realized I didn’t have my keys for our pit stop to my parents house and we routed along a backroad to stop home and grab them. I saw a flash of black and turned, excited, thinking to see my third black rabbit. I did. But this one was twisted and broken, having run afoul of a car. It had stopped running. Cars are elil too. The black I’d seen moving was a crowd of crows delighting in their fortune.

I regretted seeing the third rabbit. I reported it to my beloved by just saying, “Bad.”

I retrieved my keys. We set out once more. I fixed my eyes toward where I’d seen the first rabbit, determined to replace the third rabbits imagery in my mind with the calm alive creature. As we drew up to where it sat still browsing it now had an audience of three crows that stood nearby watching it avidly as if it too might turn into a meal any minute.

[tteokdoroki]

hurricane heartbreak katsuki bakugou ── ᡣ𐭩 ˙ ̟🩰 !!

⋆˙ᝰ about ! you’ve always thought that katsuki would follow you to the ends of the earth, until suddenly, he stops. especially when he realises that he’s better off without you. ( 2.6K )

warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. sfw, angst, no happy ending. characters aged up to 20s, unrequited love, friendship breakups, regular breakups, confessions, gaslighting, reader is morally flawed and a bad friend, katsuki is a hopeless romantic :(, fem!reader, pro hero!bakugou - not beta read!

as usual, katsuki moves to open the door before his mind can catch up. 

he knows that he shouldn’t. if he kept the doors locked he could keep his heart safe from the ache that comes with the person on the other side. but, the bigger and weaker half of him succumbs to the longing laced in the blood that soars through the beating muscle keeping him alive. the same muscle every form of media since the dawn of time has associated with the human desire to be loved and adored. 

it’s a human code that he can’t go against, like asking a neanderthal to fight it’s basic instincts. katsuki opens the door not because he wants to, but because he has to, even if his entire body twitches against the will of his one track mind and his hand lands on the cool metal doorknob in advance of his logical train of thought. besides, it’s raining tonight, and it would be cruel to leave you outside. 

as usual, when you step past the threshold of the number two hero’s lush, bachelor pad-like home — he expects things to be different. for you to waltz in with your arms wide spread and a spark of joy in your eyes because you love seeing the blonde and because you missed him. 

“it was so horrible,” you wail to him instead, just as you had done so on the phone — except this time, the cadence to your usually bright voice is as dull and as dreary as the weather outside. “he blew up at me, said that we were done ‘n that i was too clingy. just like that,” pouting, you shrug off your rain-slicked jacket and allow your best friend to hang it up for you. before you can start quivering like a pathetic stray dog, the begrudgingly kind pro hero places a set of clothes, warm and fresh from the dryer, into your hands and ushers you deeper into the space he calls home.

“fuck that guy,” he tells you, while you rant to him on the walk down the hall.

katsuki lets you you dry off and disappear into his room for spare clothes (as if you own the place), giving himself time to think and reflect. the you that katsuki knows and has bitterly come to love is hollowed and desperate — vying for any attention or affection she can get from people who just don’t care. he’s never understood it, the reasons why you go vying for the validation of others who don’t deserve a millisecond of your time, let alone your precious smile.

you know, the one that brings out the crows feet at the corners of your doe-like eyes and lifts the edges of your glossed lips ever so slightly. you illuminate a room and fill it with warmth when you’re happy and feel loved but when you’re like this… thrown out into the rain whilst being hungry for more — much like that of a stray…

…it’s bakugou’s hand that reaches out to feed you tender love and care from the pieces of his own broken soul. he does everything im his power to make you smile again, otherwise he’d shake the heavens from the sky and bring their shattered pieces back down to earth with his destructive quirk…for you.

everything is always for you.

katsuki is the one who deserves to see your radiant grin and be the one that’s always on your mind. so perhaps, he is no better than you, starved with a craving for the attention of someone whose thoughts are simply elsewhere. with someone else.

you resurface from his room wearing a discontinued all-might shirt with an iron-on design that’s cracked on the front and a pair of fluffy dynamight themed socks kept spare in katsuki’s wash for whenever you come over. by this time he’s already popped on the kettle for some herbal tea, though his back remains facing you — fingers clenched against his smooth marble countertop. “why would he say that?” 

you shrug. “i don’t know… i probably deserve it. this always happens.” 

to his right, the kettle’s whistle reaches it’s crescendo but katsuki doesn’t bother to add hot water to your tea.

the assessment you make as you pad back over to katsuki is only partly correct. he turns abruptly, prepped and ready to loosely wrap his arms around you in a familiar hug, another step in this bi-monthly routine the two of you have going. your nose presses into the middle of his molten chest, sending a pang through his heart like an arrow from Cupid whilst simultaneously riling up the butterflies in his tummy. you’re so cute, so sweet and it makes the blonde feel special to be able to witness the more vulnerable parts of you — the parts of you pieced back together by inexpensive glue after you’ve been shattered by heartbreak once more.

you, you’re too sweet to deserve this pain. the same pain that weighs down on the pro hero’s shoulders because he can’t stop chasing after you. this always happens, but you don’t deserve it. even if it’s like some sort of cathartic karma for leading bakugou on all of these years. 

nonetheless, he’s never been the best at comforting people but a selfish warmth that burns brighter than his quirk spans throughout katsuki’s body whenever you seek comfort in him. even if all it does is chip away at his soul, knowing that you’re all torn up about someone else and someone that isn’t him yet again. 

katsuki abandons the tea completely.

however, his cherry lips continue to open and close in search of words and phrases that may sedate your storm of emotions before they rain down on him — just like the world outside. they’re hard to come by, meaningful ones at least, so katsuki settles with a simple… “you deserve better.” 

“yeah? well it doesn’t seem like it. every guy i’ve ever met has hurt me some way, somehow.” you quip blandly, obliviously. “who does better even look like?

me. is what bakugou wants to say. he looks like me. but now isn’t the time or place to tell you that, it’s never been. deep down, he knows that you might never see him that way, as a someone who could treat you right, as someone deserving of your darkest desires and sweet nothings, as someone who could be the very person you deserve to grow old with. you don’t look at him the same way, to you, katsuki will always be your best friend and source of comfort.

he’ll never be a lover or a special one or a boyfriend. 

not to you. 

never to you.

and sadly, he almost feels content to stay this way — if it means he’ll be able to have you near. with the two of you tucked away in one another’s arms, swaying to the melody of harmonious wind and rain, the abrasive, corroding nature of katsuki bakugou is tamed and the world comes to a standstill that feels sort of homely. its familiar, a routine he’s so easily settled into time and time again. confessing to you would be like disrupting the natural course of your relationship and bakugou has seen what you do to guys who cross your limits or suddenly no longer entertain you. sometimes they genuinely do hurt you, other times you’re like a little girl who no longer has a desire to play with her favourite toy — easily casting them aside. the blonde would hate to be one of them, to be thrown out by the person he loves most.

“you’ll find someone,” he says gruffly, after some time. 

pulling away slightly and with a hand centre stage on katsuki’s ooey-gooey lovesick chest, you smile ever so gently. and it’s enough for him, even though it burns, it’s enough to make it worth it. all this suffering in silence, loving you from afar…that is, until he hears what you have to to say next. 

“i wish i could find someone like you, kats.”

the rain outside has hit its peak, bordering on the edge of torrential as it drowns the concrete jungle outside and the grey clouds it pours from shroud the city in a similar darkness to the veil falling over katsuki’s mind. now that, it really pisses his off. someone like him? why not him? he doesn’t understand why you actively put yourself through the ringer when what you want is right before your very eyes.

like a sudden clap of thunder or a strike of bright lightning, katsuki has a realisation. he isn’t so sure how much more of this he can stomach or take. a few weeks ago his best friend, kirishima, had scolded him long and hard for allowing you to walk all over the explosive pro hero. maybe the redhead had been right, your words seem almost purposeful and calculated — designed to hit him right where it hurts. whether or not you’re aware of the fact.

“y’can’t keep doing this.” comes the blonde’s whisper, coasting just under his breath, so low that you almost miss it underneath the howling notes of the wind.

“what?” 

“please stop doing this.” bakugou says again, but firmer, shrugging your hands from his well-built torso like they’ve given him an electric shock. a flash of hurt lines itself across your beautifully crafted features like a film of dust clinging to a marble carved sculpture belonging to an art museum. he hates it, how he can still admire you and treasure you even when you torture him with a punishment of unrequited love. “you can’t keep comin’ here every time you get your heart broken, knowing how i feel about you. it’s fucked up, you’re fucking me up.” 

people have only ever dreamed of being able to bring the great dynamight down to his knees. a man of such power and force could never be shaken, especially with everything that he’s been through to get where he is today. 

the colour in your voice pales, the glint to your eyes dulls and you nervously reach out for your best friend only to be rejected which hurts more than any shitty break up you’ve ever had. “k-katsuki…kats, what are you talking about?” 

“you know exactly what i mean. don’t try to gaslight me or some shit.” katsuki puts it simply, fighting the lump in his throat that nearly stops him from being truthful. it’s always been a difficult task to push you away, “we play pretend, you come to me expectin’ me to lick your wounds ‘n shit. fuck, i’ve been doing it for the last ten years. since todoroki first rejected you in high school, then that guy from class 1B and then shindou from that other school once we went pro.”

he rambles relentlessly and you take every word while memories of each heartbreak flash brightly before your very eyes. it’s clear to you now, standing in front of him, that bakugou has been holding this, whatever this is, inside for far too long. concealing his emotions until his fuse was at its end and it all exploded to the surface. “katsuki stop it.” you say weakly, throat dry.

“fuck no! why should i?” the brash blonde spits venomously, his upper lip curling into an ugly sneer. one you’ve only ever seen when he’s talking to villains, or better yet, talking about your exes. “because it never stopped for me. you never stopped using me.” he blabs, but he’s hardly shouting — the mere fact that he isn’t freaks you out even more. “it’s so fucked up, i’ve been waiting for a chance with you for years. i never said yes to someone fuckin’ loving me for who i am. for all the shit that i come with because i was waitin’ for you.”  for nearly a decade you’ve been offering katsuki all the riches in the world, only to pry them from his warmth fingers and leave him for cold and death.

you could apologise right then and there, make things right, tell katsuki that it was him all along and those other guys meant nothing to you. it’s what he wants so badly, it’s the only thing that could make him forget all of this drama and take you back into his arms. instead, you retreat like a hermit crab back into its shell, stepping back and away from your best friend while selfishly curling in on yourself.

“i didn’t… i didn’t ask you to wait.” 

those words are like a lightening strike to the chest. the white flashbang outside illuminates your face for katsuki to see, guilt outlines the natural slopes and continue of your face and some kind of regret floods the black ink on your eyes. bakugou’s suspicions have been proven true. you’ve never wanted him, not in the way that he’s wanted you. it must be that. must be that you kept him around knowing he’d chase shooting stars and run to the end of a rainbow if it meant the prize was you.

“you didn’t have to,” katsuki’s breathing turns ragged, mimicking the uncontrollable winds of a brewing storm, and his anxiety peaks, spilling over the edge of a glass he’d tried to keep half full for so long. he knew this, all along, he knew that you’d reject him plain and simple but why does it feel like his world is ending. “would have done it anyways ‘cause i am…was… in love with you. you didn’t need to ask me because you knew i'd always be there.” 

it hurts, the truth, it burns like acid rain dissolving through a manmade structure. you hate the taste of it in the air, as katsuki’s words ring through it — undermining the heavy rain pelting down against his roof. you don’t know what to say or tell him, but instead of the contentedness of being close to the blonde you now feel a sudden sense of impending doom. an epiphany. a realisation that you’re going to lose your best friend because you took advantage of a bleeding heart.

you’ve never been the only one whose organs were ripped out and ever-loving corpse was left for dead. each time pieces of you died at every soul-crushing rejecting you’ve ever faced — katsuki has been right behind you, falling to pieces, decomposing, breaking apart… watching you mourn a relationship with someone else. 

someone that wasn’t him. 

words and apologies tangle in your throat and form a knot that blocks their passage. what do you even say to someone who has inadvertently confessed their love for you — something in which you’re not sure you even believe in anymore? “i-i’m… i’m sorry,” slowly, you take a step forward, blindly reaching out for katsuki in his living room shrouded by darkness and only temporarily lit up my lightening crashes. but he steps back, he retreats into a person he used to be — one that was nasty and cruel despite how much he cared.

bearing his fangs, katsuki defends himself from the only person who could truly ever hurt him. you. his walls build up and he snarls again. “i don’t care.” though, his voice wobbles and his eyes are glossy under the harsh white light of the lightening by strikes outside — he remains defensive. 

“i’m sorry,” you sullenly repeat. for what? not loving him? for using him? you’re not sure. “katsuki…i’m sorry—“ 

you sound so genuine, your voice so sweet and sorrowful — it’s almost enough to make the man melt, for his walls to fall away and his heart to open back up just for you. but bakugou knows better, if gives in and steps closer and holds you once more — the cycle will repeat. you’ll know that you can come to him whenever you want, and take advantage of his pathetic yearning and devotion to you. over and over again, for as long as you want. because if you call he’ll answer, always. 

not this time though.

katsuki bakugou steels himself as though he’s facing his greatest foe, his jaw hardens, his ruby red eyes flutter shut and his head shakes and he tries so hard to resist you. when he finally looks at you again, after what feels like an eternity, you’re hopeful in thinking that maybe this can be fixed and you can keep your best friend. however, you’ve seen katsuki’s expression on a dozen other faces before.

that look people give you when they tell you it’s over, when they grow tired of you, when they leave you. 

you know it all too well, the face of someone breaking up with you. 

except this time you’re not losing a half baked love, this time you’re losing someone who adored every part of you even if it was severely flawed. 

you’re losing your best friend. your katsuki.

and all it took was the clouds parting and the heavens crying for you to realise that.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

[silkysoftie]

𝐚𝐛𝐨 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐮 - 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝟏𝐚

summary: in a world where people exhibit physical traits of their animal counterparts and societal status is based on secondary gender…

↳ warnings: no mineta… for obvious reasons (aged up characters)

a/n: @themellowminx and i have spent an ungodly amount of time world building for this

Alphas:

Bakugou - Lion

scent: caramel and cinnamon

Yaoyorozu - Black Puma

scent: oriental tea and orchids

Iida - Cheetah

scent: old books and soap suds

Todoroki - Snow Leopard

scent: white tea and pine trees

Satou - Rhinoceros

scent: flour and frosted desserts

Shinsou - Black Jaguar

scent: coffee beans and lavender

Shouji - Octopus

scent: sea salt and laundry fresh out the dryer

Kirishima - Bernese Mountain Dog

scent: sweat and wet earth

Betas:

Ojiro - Howler Monkey

scent: coconut and bamboo

Sero - Raccoon

scent: fresh herbs and paprika

Midoriya - Stag

scent: unused notebooks and pencil lead

Asui - Frog

scent: rain and pond lilies

Tokoyami - Crow

scent: fog and damp stone

Ashido - Spotted Hyena

scent: bubblegum and watermelon lipgloss

Kaminari - Fox

scent: pineapples and butterscotch

Jirou - Fruit Bat

scent: nail polish and leather

Omegas:

Ururaka - River Otter

scent: freshly baked bread and cherry blossoms

Aoyama - Peacock

scent: chocolate croissants and red wine

Kouda - Capybara

scent: wildflowers and morning dew

Hagakure - Hamster

scent: marshmallows and macadamia cookies

tags:

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Crewel, how many single mothers or older sisters hit on you? As you're a handsome man.

… Bold of you to assume he attracts only women and single people 😂

If he doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.

"Are you speaking of parent-teacher conferences?" Crewel frowned. "I've spoken with a number of guardians and siblings during those meetings, but I assure you that I keep things strictly professional. I'm quick to shut down any advances.

"Most memorable of those experiences would have to be meeting Diamond's sisters. There were two of them, so it resulted in a situation where they were fighting the other to command the conversation. It took more than a few reminders to convince them to settle down and regain focus. Diamond was quite embarrassed by the entire ordeal."

"Oof, yeah... I can see why."

You tried to picture being in Cater's shoes, sitting there while his sisters--giggly and superficial--vied to catch the eye of the alchemy professor. Heat rose to your face.

Poor Cater-senpai.

"... You needn't be concerned," Crewel quietly reassured you. "I had a talk with him afterwards to ensure he was well. Nothing significant came out of that encounter."

"Oh, that's good."

Crewel-sensei checked up on Cater-senpai when he suspected he might be embarrassed. Not only is Crewel-sensei handsome, but he's caring too!

"Has anyone else tried to hit on you...?" you inquired.

"There are many occasions when I am stopped in town or back in the Queendom and asked for my availability--perhaps because those environments are less restrictive and formal. I've also had the odd barista or bartender slipping me their numbers along with my drink order. Once, I received homemade cookies from an elderly woman who informed me that I reminded her of her late husband in his youth.

"When I'm out walking my pets, it seems to happen more often. And why wouldn't it? My dogs are the most handsome in all the world. It follows that they would be magnets for attention."

"Wow, Crewel-sensei... You're even more popular than I thought you were!" you gasped, bringing a hand to your mouth. "If you don't mind me asking, are you already taken?"

He has to be, right? With the number of people coming onto him, I'd be shocked if he hadn't already found someone!

"... You're really pushing it, pup," Crewel warned, tapping his pointer against an open palm.

There it was--his smile, both daring and dashing all at once. The smile that charmed countless, putting them under his spell.

"You ought to keep your nose where it belongs. A private matter like that stays between grown-ups."

[gladiatorcunt]

- DIRT IN CHAINS | X.

i can’t wait for the nights with you, i imagine the things we’ll do

cw: kinktober prompt (feet), semi crack treated seriously (he just comes back and says footjob. now.), pseudo incest (step brother & step sister), no shelly or chris 💀, set in the 90’s with brandon lee’s eric, small-ish age gap (reader’s in her early 20’s), fem ballerina!reader, random kurt cobain crush mention, implied inappropriate behavior when reader was 18 and after (nothing explicit but it could be seen as done with certain intent), attempted non con mention (not involving eric or reader)

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

Body of my body, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone.

If you serve a chunk of still bleeding meat to a gruesome stray dog, then that is love. If you toss a coin to a crow with a glint in its beady eyes, that too is love. Even when you scoff and grumble at the perceived inconvenience and continue your jaunt down the muddy alleyway. You are assuring an animal that you believe it deserves to have its hunger sated and tended to like a toothache. don’t be surprised when gangrene sets in around your ankles and wrists, bracelets made of red jade. They bite for the same reason that you sharpen their teeth and beaks with roadkill and gemstones. It is life’s greatest gift to ever be well fed, such neglect can open a void from which there is no escape. If only your heart could plug up the hole.

The most painful sentences in existence are hypotheticals that start with if. That's why this will be nothing of the sort, hunting season will be successful.

Your step brother Eric was shot about a month ago the night before halloween, and you’re coping by robotically moving through life as if it couldn’t happen to you too. It’s all too easy to succumb to the panic and the grief but you’ve never been wired that way, it’s safer for you to retreat into a cocoon of numbness.

You don’t want to think about where the woman he saved from being raped is, as happy as you are that she’s okay. Knowing any of that would only remind you of the knife Eric got thrown into his back before he was thrown from her apartment window. He lived in the same building and like the good guy your step brother was at heart, burst in the room with the best intentions.

His good deed got him killed, and all you’ve done is play his music on repeat as you rot in your bed. He’d want you to continue your ballet career, hell, he showed up to your recitals and performances more than your own mother. You always ignored how his presence made you feel simultaneously relaxed and confident but also so stressed you’d be worried about pissing yourself on the stage.

Wide smiles and long dark hair that glistened in the theater’s warm lightning, he would always be the one to stand up and whistle first.

Eric’s favorite ballet was your ballet company’s Swan Lake. He kept a picture of you as Odette in one of the pockets of his leather jacket.

Your parents had only been married 4 years, but you’ve changed a lot from the starry eyed 18 year old that mooned over your older step brother and tripped over your pointe shoes.

Your dad started teaching you how to play guitar before he left, when you were 5 and your chubby hands plucked at the wrong strings. Eric wouldn’t leave you alone when you told him the story, and spent an entire weekend getting you caught up on your missed lessons until you both had a swarm of blisters on your fingers.

Now you’ll never see him again, never get caught in the rain when you’ve begged him to drive you home and wish you could tuck a strand of his wet hair behind ear, never hump your pillow and muffle your sounds into your balled up fists because he’s staying in the next room and you have to be quiet.

You’ll never see him with his band again, caught in that weird space between a groupie and a supportive family member. He liked to embarrass you, make big shows out of looking directly at you and coming to the edge of the stage to poke your cheek. He’d ruffle your hair and your cheeks would be so hot, one wrong burst of electricity from the wires attached to their instruments and you’d go up in flames.

You never told your mom but you always wanted a brother, you should’ve known you weren’t gonna have him for very long.

Hangman’s Joke. God, you wish.

“Hey, peach, ya miss me?”

Hand on your heart you think you’re dreaming at first, but you’ve never really had any dreams where Eric was front and center. He haunts all your other ones, regular strange ones where you’re running around department stores and fucking Kurt Cobain but someintes he turns into your step brother, sometimes you fuck them both.

You shoot up in bed, the straps of your lavender silk nightie slip down your shoulders so you pull them back. It’s the middle of the night, and your vision is blurry, but when your eyes focus properly you see him standing in front of your bed.

It’s Eric, your brother, you don’t even care if there was a gas leak overnight that’s got you fucked up or if this reslly is a dream. You can’t pretend to be fine anymore if he’s right here in front of you, suddenly there’s an umbrella over your head in the pouring rain again.

“Eric, oh my god, what the fuck! How are you even- I mean- How the fuck are you alive?”

He sighs, tonguing his cheek and shaking his head. “I’ll tell you all about it later, I promise, ‘m tired, peach. Missed my girl, didn’t she miss me?”

It’s a little cruel because of course you have, but the dulcet tones lull you into nodding. You don’t want to cry, and you’re scared to reach out to touch him because of the chance that he might disappear. Eric’s haunted eyes soften, and he intertwines his bizarrely muddy fingers with yours. There’s warmth, and maybe it’s just your hummingbird heart but you feel a soft rhythmic thumping under his skin.

It’s different, slow as molasses, more like the chiming of a grandfather clock. But Jesus fucking Christ he’s real.

Your sham of a facade shatters as you bring your joined hands down to your breasts, forcing his knuckles to press into your sternum.

Eric pushes you back down on the bed, his knees dig into the mattress on either side of your hips. His stare is intense, dark and enticing as he reaches down to curl his hand around your calves.

“I used to be obsessed with uh, vampires, ain’t that a bitch?” He chuckles, massaging your ankles and staring off into space. “All that mysticism and unimaginable power and all I could focus on was the way they talked about their cravings. How they get hunger pangs like a normal fuckin’ and it’s bearable until it’s not, it consumes them like they’re boilin’ from the inside out.”

You suck in a breath, Eric’s eyes flick over to you immediately.

“Then I look at you and i’m right back in rehab, toes curlin’ at the thought of getting high again. I think I know how those bloodsuckers feel.”

“Eric- Don’t say that.” Your heart seizes up, but you keep yourself from falling off the ledge.

He kisses your ankle, his black lipstick leaving a stain as he leaves a trail of carnage up to your toes. His lips split wide on a fox’s smile, slipping his tongue in the crease between your toes and sucking each one clean, almost like he’s trying to eat your flesh off the bone. He nuzzles his nose into the sole and inhales deeply, taking in the dirt you didn’t wash off in the shower, the plastic hospital smell from your bath mat, your cherry almond scented body wash.

“Yes, all i fuckin’ need, right here.” He whispers, staring at you dead in your eyes.

He flicks his tongue out to taste the high arch of your foot as his hand caresses your still bruised toes. But they’re faded, you quit ballet a long time ago.

“You have pretty feet, y’know that? Always liked helping you lace up your slippers.” Eric laughs “You’d get so fussy about me doin’ them properly but you’d kiss my cheek after, all sweet on me.”

He lavishes every inch of both your feet with his tongue in broad strokes, making out with your toes because he can’t resist sucking them into his mouth one more time.

You moan, fisting your hands in your nightie, your step brother’s back from the afterlife apparently and the first thing he wants to do is get a footjob from his step sister.

Eric tucks his hair behind his ears so he doesn’t have to bother with it for right now, you can tell that this is like one of those moments on stage, he wants your full attention.

He’ll always have it.

You’re the one that pulls your feet out of his grip to slide them down to his crotch. You keep eye contact as you massage his clothed bulge with your toes, rubbing your heel into his balls and applying light pressure here and there.

You blink up at him, too innocent and too worn down by life already all at the same time, “Like that, big brother? Does that feel good?”

Eric grunts, wrapping his hands back around your ankles and pushing your feet further onto his cock.

“Yeah, peach, feels so fuckin’ good, holy shit. Just like that, keep doin’ me like that, baby.”

You bite your lip, nearly tearing through the skin in your efforts to make your newly risen step brother jizz in his ripped jeans. You wish you had psychic powers and had the foresight to know he was coming over, you would’ve put on those socks with the frilly edges and a red rose stitched on the white fabric.

But he’s so worked up from this already, he’s breathing heavily and rocking his hips forward to hump your feet. He’s grinding his teeth together, already so close to unraveling from how much of a little tease you’re being.

You hum and turn your right foot to ghost the edge of your toenail around the tip of his cock. He groans as he twitches and a bead of pre seeps through his clothes, you can trace the outline of his length so clearly you know he’s not wearing any underwear.

The look in his crazed eyes reminds you of all the times he’d take you to the attic of his loft, making up scary stories and playing guitar with you. When you turned 21 he surprised you with a cheesy golden heart shaped locket, with a picture of you two at your parent’s wedding, joking about how awkward you look with each other there. Eric’s penguin style suit and your agitated face that’s partially covered by gaudy turquoise puffy cap sleeves.

He chuckled and said that every time you look at it, you’ll feel nothing but happiness for what those two losers are about to experience.

Part of that experience is you curling your feet around his clothed cock while giving him just enough of a view of your hairy pussy, you forgot to put a pad on so there’s some blood trickling out of you that Eric is just so utterly enraptured by.

His groans are death rattles now, long and pain stricken, at some point he stops humping your feet and lets you worship him like this. Eric kneeling above you, drooling deep in the back of his throat at the sight of his baby sister caressing his painfully hard dick with her cute dancer’s feet.

Your mind is filled with all the pretty shoes you can put on and do this again, you just got a new camera as an early birthday present too.

“You can come if you promise not to leave again, Eric, I'll hunt you down and kill you myself this time.” You promise, digging the ball of your feet into his perineum.

“I crawled out of the earth back to you, didn’t I? Couldn’t let my sweet peach perform alone, she gets stage fright.”

He comes in his pants and you continue to gingerly move your feet along his length, soaking up the cum that wets your toes like a sunflower does sunlight at golden hour.

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Excerpt from the rough draft of the dark fantasy series I’m working on called Blood in Moderation- this from one of Callum’s chapters in the first book. (Notes, lore, and world building master post)

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A light rain misted over Torch City, a smear of blinking neon glittering over trash strewn streets. Callum pulled his collar tight against the wind, his boots splashing through oily puddles as he walked.

Third Street was quiet at this hour- 3 a.m., when even the junkies and hustlers crawled back in their holes. He’d been surprised at the juxtaposition when he started working this area of the city- considering there was a stabbing here at least once a week during the day. His flashlight cut through the haze, bouncing off shattered windows and graffiti-smeared brick.

His lieutenant had stuck him on this route solo, a silent fuck you for the complaint he’d filed a few months back. Callum could still see the bloody face of the 12 year old pick-pocket as Rourke and Turner had laid into him before he could stop them, blood and tears streaming down the boy's busted face. They’d tried to leave the kid lying there- said things like this were better left paperless.

Callum had driven the boy to the hospital himself.

His complaint had earned him nothing but cold shoulders from his “brothers” and a locker smeared in dog shit. He didn’t care. The streets were his. And they could go fuck themselves.

Callum could have spent the shift in his patrol car, but he liked stretching his legs and actually walking the streets had helped him learn the job better than any FTO had.

The Red Lamb, he watched the pub sign rock in the wind as he approached; the illustration on the sign was faded but Callum could still make out the image of lamb being run through with a broadsword. The owner, Clara, stood underneath the awning, a cigarette glowing between her lips. She was a wiry woman, pushing fifty, with a surprisingly deep laugh given her stature.

“Out here at this hour playing copper, ‘Officer’ Berryman?” she asked, emphasizing the word ‘officer’ as she exhaled smoke into the rain.

“Someone’s gotta,” Callum said, tipping his head. “You closing up?”

“Hour ago. Was seeing the stragglers out, decided to have a smoke.” She squinted at him, her crow’s feet deepening. “You look like hell. Peelers at the station still giving you grief?”

“They’ll get over it.” He forced a grin, all teeth that made him feel a bit pathetic as he moved to stand under the awning and out of the rain for a moment. “Or they won’t, is what it is.”

Clara grunted, flicking her cigarette into a puddle as she looked up at him. “You watch yourself boy, you’re not the first to come ‘round here thinking he could bend the world to his own sensibilities. Besides, streets feel wrong tonight, leeches out this evening.” She said, teasing.

He nodded towards her as she headed back inside the pub, the door clinking shut. Clara was right- the air had a bite to it, a certain pressure that had made his skin tingle since he got out of his patrol car. The type of quiet that caused your ears to ring- something beyond the usual stench of piss and diesel.

Callum’s hand brushed by his gun, just a graze to reassure himself it was there, the weight of it a small comfort against the itch at the back of his neck. He usually rolled his eyes at Aüfmen superstitions, but the mention of leeches at this hour had even him on edge.

Torch City was a cesspit- it had a reputation of being one of the oldest and most corrupt cities in Vanberg for a reason. But this was his home and these were his people whether he liked it or not.

Callum’s father had been a police-man, he’d been ambushed by some gang-bangers after getting off shift one morning- stabbed 9 times in the gut, spine severed, and paralyzed since. They hadn’t had the money for a healing mage. He’d been thirteen, now at twenty-three, didn’t he owe it to his father to pick up where he left off?

To make a place his sisters could feel safe in?

Callum turned down the alleyway between Princeport Ave. and fourth street, a narrow artery of condemned tenements and overflowing dumpsters. The missing persons files weighed on his mind- dog-eared reports he’d pulled from the precinct basement, yellowed and forgotten. Some dating back over a century and all the same. Kids mostly, druggies, homeless- lowborns and street rats, vanishing month after month. No leads, no bodies, just names in a ledger like they’d never existed.

The latest cluster was from this district- nearly 30 in the last six months, all under twenty, mostly homeless or youth homes kids. Callum had started mapping them in his apartment, pins and string spiderwebbing across a corkboard his older sister, Cathy, kept begging him to take down. Begging him to come out with her and her friends, to find a girlfriend, “-anything other than work, it’s gonna burn you out and you’re gonna get hurt like dad, Cal please-”

Maybe. But he couldn’t stop now.

The sound of running feet slapping on wet pavement broke his thoughts. He swung his flashlight toward the end of the alleyway, catching a skinny figure darting between two rusted-out cars. A kid, maybe fourteen, all elbows and wild brown hair, skidded to a stop as the beam hit him.

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Warnings: arson, ghosts

This place is dinghy.

I can't help the slight annoyance creeping up my spine as we approach the house.

"Too much character..."

"QUITE magnificent! Wouldn't you agree?“ crow man looks at me over his shoulder and I give him a crooked smile.

If he noticed how forced it was, he doesn't show it.

As we pass the gates and into the courtyard, the smell of rotting woods wafts towards us.

God this place is absolutely rundown.

I take note of the distinctly western architecture and the few gargoyles surrounding the house.

It's quite small for a dorm..

"Right, scoot inside now. There you go." Crow man beacons me inside.

The lounge is not doing much better but it looks habitable. Although a thorough cleaning is due.

"This should keep the elements at bay for the time being. Now, I should return to my research. Do try to find some way to busy yourself. But don't let me catch you wandering the campus! Bye!"

As crow man walks towards the entrance door barely hanging onto its hinges, the dusty chandelier above us collapses exactly where he was standing.

I don't pay it much mind and look around for a broom.

"t's really generous of him to just let me stay here... Although a more habitable place would have been nic-" a drop of water touches my scalp.

Great the sealing has holes. I look out the window and it's raining cats and dogs outside.

I resume my search for a broom and open a storage closet.

Great, a broom. But it's also covered in cobwebs.

Covering my nose with my sleeve, I violently whack the broom a few times against the floor.

Dust particles fly around but the broom is finally clean enough to use...

As I dust off the walls and lamps, the crackle of thunder lights up my surroundings.

The following noise is loud but I can't help thinking there was a muffled sound of glass breaking.

"ah!" I yelp and back away as Grim pops out from behind the couch.

God what have I ever done to him...

"Bwahaha! That look on your face is priceless! Like a bat that got blasted by a water gun." He rubs his belly and cackles in delight. I only give him a deadpan look before resuming my sweeping.

"As if I wouldn't just sneak back onto campus the second I escaped pryin' eyes. You all got no idea what I'm capable of! I ain't givin' up on goin' here just 'cause I got kicked out one measly ol' time. And if you think otherwise, you don't know Grim!"

Grim makes himself comfortable on the couch and boasts about himself.

I decide to humour him as I put down the broom and look back into the closet, searching for a shovel.

"Why do you want to go here?“

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Not really." I mutter, pulling out a pair of dusty yet thick rubber gloves.

"CAUSE I WANT TO BE THE BEST MAGICIAN EVER!“

My left eye twitches and I put out the shovel, sweeping the dust of the entire room onto it.

"Ain't you gonna ask what I'm doin' here? That's what you people do, right? Talk about feelings and stuff?"

I ignore him as he follows me to the door and watches me dump the dust outside, letting it be washed away by the rain.

"Just what kinda human are ya, anyway? It wouldn't kill ya to listen to me! Right?!"

I think he's confused that I am no longer afraid of him.

I turn to look at him as rain drops splatter inside. Dampening my back and Grim's front.

"I was born to do this! I'm a magical prodigy who's got the makin's to become one of the greatest mages who ever lived!" He pumps his paw into the air as I side step him.

"So I've been waitin' and waitin' for that black carriage to come for me. And yet..."

I turn back to look at him over my shoulder. It surprises me as a genuine tear drips down his furry cheek.

"Hrmph! That Dark Mirror's got no eye for talent!"

He's quick to vehemently rub it away, "That's why I took the initiative and came here myself. You humans don't understand what a mistake you're makin'! Not lettin' me in is a great loss to the world!"

He tugs at the hem of my skirt, as if I have any authority to get him back into this school. "No use begging me."

"Mrrao! C'mon, scoot over! I'm getting dripped on here!" Grim steps to the right but gets dripped on again.

"Bwah! Another hole in the roof! These flamin' ears are like my trademark, y'know? I can't let 'em get doused!"

i sigh and step into the nearest bathroom, looking for a bucket.

I dunno why you don't just magic those holes away. You could have it fixed in half a jiff..............Ahhh, right! You can't use magic at all. Pffft, man you're useless."

"Then why don't you do it?" I reply coldly and drop a metal bucket in front of him.

"Heh? You want ME to help YOU? Ha! You got the wrong idea. I'm just a stranger takin' shelter from the rain. You ain't the boss of me."

Grim picks at his claws as I distribute the buckets and containers under the holes.

'If ya had some cans of tuna to trade, well, that'd be another story. But I don't work for free." I ignore him and step into the inner hallway, Grim following behind me.

"This place really freaks me out." Grim's ears flatten against his head as he looks around.

"GAAHH!“ he shrieks in horror as a cold white translucent hand grips his shoulder.

"Yee hee hee... BWA HAHAHAHAHA!“

"Grim?“ before I can turn to check what has happened, a translucent entity materializes in front of me.

'We haven't had visitors in ages! Oh, I'm just itchin' for new friends!"

"Ghosts??" I mutter, I'm not shocked in the slightest. I think having encountered Grim, I've become numb to shock.

"AAAAAH! GHOSTS! GHOOOOOOSTS!" I hear the padded echo of his paws as he runs in my direction and hides under my hanfu's skirt.

I roll my eyes and look up towards the ghosts.

"All the people who used ta live here got scared of us and ran away." The fat one rubs its belly and smiles.

"We just want a new ghost to play with! What do you say, buddy?" The thing one plays with a lock of my hair.

The one with the largest hat phases through the fabric of my skirt and chases Grim out from his hiding place.

"Help me! They're gonna kill me!"

I don't understand how they expect me to be scared of them when they look so ridiculous.

Grim hides behind me and seems to take note of my lack of reaction.

"I'm a master sorcerer! I ain't afraid of any dumb ghosts!" Guess he doesn't want to be outdone.

"Myahaaa!" Grim opens his maw and puffs out balls of flames at the ghosts in rapid succession.

And misses every single time.

"Nuh-uh. Not even close!"

"Over here! Over here! Ah ha ha ha!"

"Argh! They keep disappearing and reappearing!" Grim grumbles as I rush to pat out the fires. Heat burning the surface of my skin.

"You're gonna set the whole dorm ablaze! What is with your aim???“ I scold him as I dump my hand into a bucket nearby. The collected rain water soothing my wound.

"Shaddup! I don't need any lip from you, human!"

I hate this so much.

I quickly conspire a plan.

Considering how narcissistic he is, flattery is the way!!

"Maybe the headmage will let you enroll if you get rid of them? Maybe you can bargain him to give you a can of tuna too??“ I clutch his shoulder and turn him towards myself. Looking into his eyes.

" Myaaaah..." Grim grumbles as the thing ghost smacks him on the back of his head.

"You, human! You tell me which way the ghosts are!"

I sigh in relief.

"To your left!" I take purchase on the floor but am forced to stand up soon as the fat ghost stands right in front of my face. I watch in horror as Grim aim for the ghost and consequently me.

These ghouls. God they can't handle my peace.

I duck just as Grim's fire ball scorches the fat ghost.

"AAAAAH! It buuuurns!"

"Ha, got one! Keep it up, just like that... And let's clear out the whole lot of 'em!"

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PILE ONE

Astrology: Virgo, Gemini, Scorpio

Song: Shooting Star by Owl City

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My friend, you have bitten off more than you can chew while standing upon a really unsteady foundation. It will crumble eventually. It isn't a matter of "if". It will happen. It is a matter of "when". You can't go on like this. You can't play both sides. You are going to lose people who you dearly love if you keep it up. Your intentions are pure I know. You don't want to rock the boat. You don't want to make the wrong decision. The actions you took were driven by a good heart but you are stretching that good heart too thin to be able to continue like this. What you are doing was supposed to be temporary but you are treating it as if it is sustainable and permanent. Luckily, there is an escape from the desolation you could face. You must be honest about how you feel to yourself. You must be true. You can't just follow anymore to make everyone happy. Decide for yourself because there is no staying out of it anymore. If it takes you time to decide that's alright. If you need time to do research on whatever decision this is that is fine. Take your time deciding. But you MUST decide and if you don't decide then it will be decided for you.

This feels like a different decisions for different people reading this. I can see it might be about a situation-ship or familial/friend drama. It could be political as well. Either way you have spent most of your time in this situation sitting on the side lines and not making any moves. You believe if you ignore whatever is happening it will solve itself. It won't. I'm sorry. You are being tested and being indecisive is the only way you can fail. Not deciding will have the most cons and very little pros. I can definitely tell why it has taken you a bit to think about. Either decision you make there will be pros and cons to whatever it is you decide. You think you can escape the cons by not addressing it at all. However, being complacent is a decision, my dude. Not deciding is still a decision to do nothing.

When you do decide, you must stand firm on your decision. You MUST. Don't be wishy washy about it and change your mind once you have chosen. Even if you have regrets you MUST stand firm. Your guides will reward you after with many gifts of love. I also see gifts of knowledge. Later down the line you will see why you had to make the choice. You will be enlightened on what would have happened if you chose the other route. I can hear you sighing in relief when you learn this and not regretting your path. I wish you luck, my dear.

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PILE TWO

Astrology: Sagittarius, Leo, Capricorn

Song: Gold on the Ceiling by The Black Keys

Vibes: Yellow, pink, red, crows, bats, crowbars, dirt, grave yards, 333, courtesan, aging, mushrooms, pine needles, sewing, weaving, looms, large dogs, Persephone, Hades

Cards: The Sun, The Poet, The Lover, Smoke

My dear, why are you so mean to yourself for attempting to be happy? What is the logical purpose of that? Listen, I get it. You have been through so messy messy stuff. It fucked up your head and it corrupted the way you think and talk about yourself. But seriously, can you think of any reason besides "it feels familiar to hurt which means it's safe." Dude. For real, stop being so mean to yourself. It doesn't get work done faster. It doesn't help you when you aren't working and you are trying to rest. It isn't doing you any good to put yourself down for what you enjoy. It just makes life harder than it already is. It doesn't have to be that hard. It SHOULDN'T be that hard. I know what you say to yourself, dude. You mimic those who have criticized you in the past. You are parroting the pain they caused you and repeating the cycles of abuse you faced. The people who hurt you before were looking in mirrors. They weren't truly looking at you. Their opinions of you don't resemble reality. They just wanted to bully someone besides themselves to feel better about themselves.

The insults you are repeating aren't how you truly feel. You are a so much more than a victim. First of all, you are an important person. Second, you are an artist. A very good artist, I might add. You can capture the emotion you are feeling perfectly when you create. When you write, you communicate what you wish to say so clearly that it touches the hearts of even the most emotionless people. That is power. That is magic. I am not going to say you are talented, my dear. Because I know your skill came from years of practice. Years of love drenched artwork and thoughtful choosing of words. You are more than talent, my dear. You are driven. You are intelligent. Any road block you faced you gracefully jumped over or powered through. Do not be mean to yourself. Do not. You deserve more recognition than that. Only you can do what you do. You are inimitable.

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PILE THREE

Astrology: Aries, Libra, Aquarius

Song: Charmer by Aimee Mann

Vibes: Rainbows, candles, moths, reading, pearl, gold bars, ripped clothes, 555, 88, garden, ghost trees, vampires, higher self, lions mane, alternative beliefs, collecting, coffee, Athena, Artemis, Apollo

Cards: 4 of Swords, The Self, The Cave, Mystical Sisters

I am so proud of you. You have locked away who you are for a long time. You recently started to do some self discovery after you left a person who wasn't good for you behind. I don't think you understand what a huge step you've made. I don't think you really see how what you have done is a huge fucking deal. You stood up for yourself. I think you really water down this accomplishment because you had an ally help you. My dude, even if they helped you. Do not forget you have free will. They did not force you to start exploring yourself and standing up for yourself. You could have ignored their offer of assistance. You totally could have said "Nope, I don't want to." Did you forget that? Please don't water down how well you have done. Acknowledge yourself, please.

You are realizing how wonderful you are. You are finally seeing how kind you are and how considerate you can be. I know leaving that person was painful and it is difficult to reopen the book of you without them in it. It is for the best for both you and them. Again, I am very proud of. Your guides congratulate you as well. It is okay to be guarded for a while. I encourage you to protect your peace while you are exploring more of yourself. I encourage you to ask for help if you need it. Especially because I can still feel your heartache from the loss of someone important to you. If it helps your feel better maybe put some energy to your spirituality. I know it might be tempting to look at old photos and dwell on the past connection. It is okay to do that a little bit while you heal but don't get too caught up in what could've been. It is time to focus on the present and keep your mind on where you want to be and not where you were. Your guides are backing you the whole way through.

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PILE FOUR

Astrology: Taurus, Cancer, Pisces

Song: Sunrise by More Plastic and Halvorsen

Vibes: Red, light blue, yellow, grey, white, cats, divine geometry, snakes, science, spills, reality tv, 1111, hearts, wine, falcon, dragon scales, astrology, grand square/trine, Hermes, Zues, Chronos

Cards: 8 of Cups, Kairos, Gnosis, Conjunction

Alright my dear, the time is going to be right soon. You know what to do and you know when to do it. Don't question it. Even if it makes zero sense logically, just trust that inner knowing. Trust that you know what to do and where to go. Trust. You will be leaving something soon. Perhaps a group, a relationship or a club. Again, you WILL know when and how, when the time comes. The stars are aligning for this escape route of yours. I know it is a bummer to leave because you have had such good times where you are at. You worked really hard on everything you built there. I know you are really anxious about hearing this because it is a bit vague but you knew this was coming, darling. You could see the signs way before any of the drama started. When shit hits the fan you need to be ready to dip out. Don't worry about preparation. Don't worry about details. The universe is going to take care of that for you. You just have to watch and listen to your heart.

Yes, you are in the right. No, you haven't done anything wrong. Spirit is sorry that it might be kind of sudden but I really believe you have already seen the red flags in the place you are leaving. The BIG drama that is about to take place isn't supposed to be part of your journey. It is meant for others to figure out on their own. You are not their teacher. You are meant to be their friend and companion and I think they have been parentifying you in a weird way. Spirit doesn't want you getting in the crossfire of everything that is about to hit. It wants you to listen closely to your intuition and trust yourself to know. This part of your journey is supposed to be mostly chill at the moment. Except for the sudden upheaval. That part is probably gonna be rushed. Everything will be just right for you, I promise. Keep your eyes narrowed and your perception high. Someone is sprinting in your direction and you will need to keep pace with them when they arrive. They will be your getaway driver. I believe in you. The universe will protect you. You will be rescued. Good luck, darling.