#like never ending rising homelessness

[allofuswantgwinam]

i see more slander against Lil Nas X than i do people that actually deserve it and it gets onmy nerves 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[anastasiabowe]

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 — what it's like having a husband who's a celebrity!

Note: Quick food for your pretty little thoughts 😍💕 (NSFW UNDER CUT!)

Content Warnings: rough kissing, p in v, photography of intimate times, oral (m receiving), switch (Choso),nipple play, desc of male parts. MDNI.

𝙎𝙁𝙒

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who not only was famous in general, he was quite popular with the ladies. Everywhere he went there would always be some underage girls trailing behind us, never realizing that they could never stand a chance with him. He already found his soulmate, and no matter how many beautiful girls he comes across will change that.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who has to silence his phone at night to not disrupt your early slumber, or has to take multiple social media breaks because of all the overwhelming messages he gets every day. He usually has to make new accounts that are private for only him and his family/friends to follow so he can posts photos of you both for distant relatives to see.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who has to sadly keep you a secret. Many times paparazzi have seen you two together, but never once could they recognize you, but the headlines were glaring with fake gossip about his personal life. "CHOSO KAMO'S SECRET LOVER?!" "DID CHOSO KAMO LIE IN HIS RECENT INTERVIEW?!" "WHO IS THE MYSTERIOUS WOMAN ALONGSIDE CHOSO KAMO?!" he could laugh at how ridiculous the media is, always focused on what other people are doing and never worrying about real issues like homelessness or the rising numbers of people who can't afford basic groceries.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who although is always at some sort of interview/event always makes sure you are well taken care of. He always calls you, always texts first, and makes sure to make it up to you in any way he can. He knows you don't want to be in the limelight, but he can admit that he feels almost too selfish to be your husband. He wants to showcase you from the ends to the earth. Kiss you publicly, flip off any girl whose dreams were crushed, he wanted to show the wedding ring with your name engraved in it.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who always uses you to help him keep succeeding, that being having you help him memorize lines, because all he wants to do is hear your voice instead of the actress he has to fall in love with for the film, or have you help him get ready for a talkshow, and even sometimes a simple kiss on the lips and a quick pep talk, "Don't be so nervous, I don't want to see any wrinkles until your 45! So take a deep breath, and treat it like I'm right by your side, cause I am, just from afar!" making him laugh and loosen up a bit before any nerve-wracking thing he must do.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who pleaded and begged for you to come with him to an award show. Promising you any dress, any heels, any wish. He wanted this to be the moment he shines his golden wedding ring which went beautifully with your diamond one. He wanted to wrap his hand tightly on your hip, showing the cameras what's his. He wanted to go up on that stage and thank you, and only you for helping him work his way up to this. He wanted to introduce you to all his celebrity friends who they too didn't know you existed. To be honest, it wasn't a want anymore, it wasn't a choice for you anymore. You were going with him, and if you don't, he will simply die.

𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who doesn't waste a second pulling you flush against him after dodging and weaving to avoid paparazzi or fans. He holds you so close, kissing your lips to the point of pain. You moan into his mouth, feeling his growing boner harden against your thigh. "Mmm, fuck, finally get to show my fucking wife how much I love her." He growled bringing his hands up with your shirt to pull it over your head. He then unclasped your bra, and his mouth watered seeing your tits. He couldn't wait to have you in every position he could think of, he might even put you into the same one a few times, just so he can see you so desperate for him.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who is a switch when it comes to sex. He will very much pound, circle, and suck you into the very shell of yourself, but he also wouldn't mind you using him as well. He could have you at his mercy one night, on your hands and knees begging like a starved puppy, or, he could be pleading for you to touch him after an hour of being tied up and you playing with yourself in front of him.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who surprisingly has a nipple kink. He goes absolutely psycho when you play with his nipples. He could cum simply alone from nipple play, and that plays into your fantasies perfectly. "Aha! N-no more, I need to b-be ins-IDE you!" Choso wreathed underneath you as you sat on his stomach playing with his nipples, licking, sucking, and biting the pink nubs. His hands and feet were tied to the corners of the bed, and you only let go on one of his nipples that you've been licking and sucking, and softly kiss his wet lips. "just one more baby, and you can get whatever you want, just one more." His breath shook as he nodded, feeling your warm lips and tongue resume what they were doing before.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who always, always, ALWAYS records/photographs you when you're being intimate. He had no plans of using them in a certain way, let alone post them, but he likes the feeling of having you with him everywhere, and that being when you both were the closest, when you both were the most connected (pun intended). The photos usually consists you somehow seductively posed before the intimate moment begun, then you looking like a hot mess. "fuckkk, look up at the camera baby, don't care which lense, look at all three for all I care." Choso encouraged as he bobbed your head up and down his dick. He groaned when you made eye contact with the camera, Choso getting butterflies seeing you look so... Sexy. Choso smirked as he recorded you, the gagging and slick sounds filled the phone, and all he could do was smirk at how obedient and hot you were. "Just like that, when I'm done recording this, I want a few more angles of you in different positions, does that sound okay?"

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who could literally fuck you for days. Not an exaggeration. He would fuck you all night, and let you sleep for a few hours, and then fuck you again for many more hours, then let you sleep. You once did nothing but fuck for 3 days straight, and that's because your husband was in Paris for a month. Choso could not get enough of your pussy, and you could not get enough of his dick. His dick was everything you could have ever wanted (next paragraph goes in more detail). He knew how to use it, and so did you. You knew how to roll your hips and how hard you should bounce on his dick for it to reach your g-spot. You were good at finding it, but he was the best. "Harder, Cho! Please baby!" You moaned into his ear as he pounded into you. Choso quickly stopped his thrusts, and readjusted himself. He spread your legs even more, and spread his legs a little more too. He got better ground, and it was fucking game over for you. He rammed fast into you, and the immediate buttery feeling filled you. You let out scream in Euphoria, and he chuckled "Found it." Before he leaned down to kiss you. His hands gripped the sides of your head tightly as you both moaned loudly into each other's space. He smiled seeing your fucked out face, and couldn't help but think how you look a billion times hotter all fucked and spaced out for him.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who has a big dick. You knew, he knew, the media knew. How does the media know? Creepy people were taking photos of him at the beach, straight at his crotch, that sparked a whole new thing that resulted in many stories and fanfics being written about him that always talked about it, but here's his trusty wife to tell us the details. His dick is big in every way. 8.5. Fucking. Inches. Long. Not a joke, not a myth, it's a fact. And before any of you "that's not even a lot!" People start bitching, go look up an 8 inch dick and see if you can take that comfortably.. anyways, I digress. Everytime you both fuck, it hurts in the beginning. Choso obviously peeps you more than most, but it still can't change the fact it goes so deep. The stretch is a bit over moderate, but the depth is insane. You could actually feel it in your tummy, and Choso always pushes his hand deep into your tummy to feel it go in and out. You always wondered how you got so lucky to have a man like him, handsome on every part of him, inside and out, but truthfully, Choso always questions how he even pulled you, so who's really lucky?

[bet-on-me-13]

Ellie wasn't born a Halfa

So! Jason just found something weird. Or rather. Someone.

A little girl, no more than 6 or 7, crying behind a dumpster in an alleyway. Now, as unfortunate as it is, this isn't that strange a sight in Gotham. Kids are always running away from home, getting lost, being left homeless after a mugging gone wrong, but this time was different.

Because the kid was glowing.

When he found her hiding behind the Dumpster, a medical gown being the only thing she had to protect herself from thr frigid Gotham Winter, he didn't hesitate to give her his Jacket and take her to his nearest safe house.

(Actually it took a little while to convince her to accept the Jacket, and even longer to get her to agree to being taken to his safe house, but they got there in the end.)

When he had finally gotten her set up in a side room of the Warehouse, with the most comfortable bed and thickest Blankets he could find, he tried asking what had happened.

"Daddy lied." She said. "He said he loved me, but then he made another kid and said he didn't care about me."

And, once again, it was unfortunately not that uncommon to see runaway kids from neglectful homes, but the way she said it raised some flags in his head.

"...and, how did you end up in Gotham?"

"I ran. He said I was a spare, and that scared me."

Well, that was even more horrible than he had anticipated. What kind of monster tells their kid that they're a spare?!

"And, I'm sorry if this is a touchy subject but why are you glowing?"

She just buried her face in the Blankets and shook her head.

"Alright then, that's fine. You can tell me when you're ready, or even not tell me at all, I'll accept either or".

For the next few weeks, Jason juggled running his newly created criminal empire and raking care of the kid. He still hadn't gotten a name out of her, but she said to call her "Dp" instead. 'It's the best I'm gonna get', he thought.

It was only after a few more weeks, right before he was about to begin his Plan of confronting Bruce about the Joker still being alive, that she approached him and agreed to tell him everything. He was actually really glad that she finally seemed to trust him enough to tell him.

"Okay Dp, you can start wherever you want."

"...well, I guess I should start with my name..." She started, "...or rather, my lack of one..."

"What?" Asked Jason in a soft voice.

"I, I don't have a name." She explained, "Daddy never gave me one. He just called me DP-2."

"...what do you mean by two?" Asked Jason.

"It-It's my Experiment Number." She said, stuttering a little, "I'm not a normal person, I'm a Clone. I was made to be daddy's perfect child, but I was just the test run. He said that I wasn't needed after he made DP-3, and that all I was good for was spare parts."

Jason felt his throat dry up. Dp was a Clone? Of who? Who made her? What right did that guy have to reject her?! Who in their right mind would make a Clone and then reject the Clone?! How dare he!

The Pits perked up

He felt the Pits rising a little, but managed to push them down. Dp needed support, not the Pits.

"It's Okay kid." He said, holding her had reassuringly. "It's perfectly okay to be different. I accept you as you are, and I'm sure as hell not gonna abandon you that easily. Or, ever really. You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not."

She giggled, and hugged him. A thoughtful look crossed her face, and she pulled away.

"There is one other thing...you know how I glow sometimes?" She asked.

The Pits felt a sense of dread

Jason felt like he wasn't going to like this. "Yeah?"

"Well, when I said I was meant to be a Clone, I never mentioned who of." She explained slowly. "He's a kid named Danny, and when he was 14, he had an accident where he died and came back as a Half Undead."

No...

Jason really wasn't liking where this was going.

"When Da-Vlad tried to make me, he realized that those powers couldn't be cloned..." She paused here, seemingly gathering the courage to continue. "...they needed to be added afterwards."

NO.

He didn't. He had better not have, for his own Fucking Sake, he had better not have done what Jason thinks he did.

"So one day, he took he down to the Lab, and he put me in a big machine." He voice broke a little. "He locked me in there, and then I think...that I died..."

...

For once, Jason felt completely in tune with the Pits. He was going to Kill that guy.

...

Sorry if this feels a little rushed, I kept going back to add or change parts of it.

Basically, Vlad realized that you can't Clone a Halfa. So, he made a workaround. He just stuck his first Viable Clone into a Portal, and let the machine Kill her. When he realized that it worked, he knew he had no use for Ellie anymore aside from spare parts.

And he told her as much, Vlad is a fucking asshole.

Ellie, of course, got scared and ran away. She ended up in Gotham, and was adopted by Jason right at the start of his Criminal Career.

When Jason finally hears about the rest of his kids' Backstory, he decides that Batman can wait his turn. He needs to go Kill that Vlad Bastard.

[luvwestwood]

"Working Overtime" - Toji Fushiguro

4,469 words.

warnings. nsfw (18+), toji is your boss, escort reader, thigh riding, p in v, spitting, toji rails you on a balcony, exhibitionism?, toji fucks you on a pile of money, mention of size difference, hair pulling, eye contact, oral sex (f receiving), creampie, praising, light aftercare

notes. corporate girlie by day, escorting by night. out of all people, who knew your own boss had to be tonights client? (ok but wealthy toji is such a refreshing experience from broke homeless smelly ass toji.)

art used is by @/yunonoai

Being able to say you work under Mr. Fushiguro meant that you were gifted of some kind. Just having the privilege to do so puts you on top of others in society.

Toji Fushiguro himself possessed a different category of wealth. Any high-rise building you walk into in the whole of New York, you could be 99.9% sure that he owns it.

Five star hotels, bars of any kind, and award-winning Michelin restaurants. Oh, you name it. This was his world and we were just living in it.

On the other hand, the Fushiguro company's pay was decent. Working conditions were way above standard. It was a luxury to work in his office, but knowing you, it just wasn't enough.

You needed more than that. Which is why you took up escorting, suggested by your best-friend one night while the two of you were intoxicated by liquor. She told you that you had the looks, the bod, and a personality anyone would die for. And lastly, you were captivating - you could have anything your way.

At first you took it as a joke. Thinking she was just being a lick ass. But surprisingly you had tried it out not long after the idea was proposed, and you ended up making almost double your annual net salary in just four months. This night job was a secret that only you and your best-friend knows about.

Of course, you worked on the weekends. Choosing to work Monday to Thursday would’ve been self sabotage.

You had more than enough money to buy whatever you want, send your mom on holiday, and you were always on top of rent. Your corporate job was just something to get through the day with rather than rotting at home.

During shifts, you and the other escorts would hang around in the night club changing rooms. Most of the girls were also strippers in the same club, but that wasn’t really your thing. So you just stayed with escorting. Your manager would just assign each of you clients, unless someone has personally booked you in.

Speaking of which, a voice came from the door frame. “Star, you have a client tonight. 9PM.” Star wasn’t your real name, it was just a fake one that you used while you escorted. It was safer, and most of the other girls did the same.

You look at Geto, your boss, in the reflection of the vanity mirror. Busy polishing up your eyeliner, you try your best not to poke yourself in the eye. “Name? And did he obey my no-home rule?”

As an escort, you did have some rules for your own service. You figured you’ve been doing this for quite a reasonable amount of time, so you made a personal rule where you’d refuse to go to a clients house. For safety reasons.

“Goes by the name.. uh… Eznin? And he did indeed. Seems like he booked in for the Ritz Carlton on 25 West. Think he’s a first time client too.” He reads the details off his tablet.

Of course, it just had to be one of Fushiguros hotels. You literally couldn’t escape that man.

The other girls in the room purred, “Aren’t you lucky.. Seems like he has money, don’t ya think?” Meimei takes a puff of her cigarette, looking at you in the mirror aswell for a response. “Maybe check for an expensive watch? I’d take it if I were you.”

“Not funny, Meimei.” She was known for stealing from her clients, you never knew how she got away with it. It even got so bad to the point that she sp¡ked a client, taking his wallet afterwards.

Getting up from the chair, you made your way behind the dressing divider, shimmying your robe off to slide on a dark blue lingerie set. Over it, you wore a simple black dress. I mean, you could never go wrong with a little black dress.

Throwing on some matching strappy heels, you stuffed your purse with some condoms and lube. And a plan B, of course.

“Your rides sorted,” Geto stood back from the door frame. “I’ll text you any further details.”

“Copy,” after spritzing on some perfume, you made your way out of the club.

An all-black SUV was waiting for you outside the entrance. Your favourite driver, Todo was standing beside the car door, smiling as you approached him.

“Hi, Todo.” You smiled as he held the door open.

“You look wonderful miss.” Todo smiles back before closing the door, walking around to the drivers side.

The car drives on, and as you were securing a secret mic in your purse, (for safety reasons but the client never knows) Todo speaks.

“Ah- Miss, not sure if I should disclose this information but your client tonight is.. very wealthy.” His leather covered hands clutch onto the wheel. “I’d be more demanding if I were you, make the most of it.”

Breaking out into a laugh, you stop fiddling with your bag, to look at him in the rear view mirror. “..Is that so?”

“Yeah… thought I might let you know.” He grins, bringing the car to a stop. Todo quickly scurries out of the vehicle before you could, opening the door for you.

“Thanks for the ride, Todo.” You slipped a $20 bill in his hand. “I’ll text you when I’m finished.”

He nods, getting back into the car as you made your way inside of the hotel.

Checking your phone for updates, Geto sent you a text with all the details around five minutes ago.

Eznin Caln 30 years old, Net worth- $307,473,297 Floor number 43, he’ll let you in.

You walked over to the elevators, luckily one was already open. Taking a look at the buttons panel, you looked for a 43. Noticing it was the last highest button, you raised an eyebrow before pressing it.

Clutching onto the straps of your purse, the doors closed. You could only look at yourself in the metal reflection, taking a few deep breaths. Of course, you made sure to send a text back to Geto to let him know you were at the hotel.

Although you were decently experienced in this job, you’d still get nervous each time you were about to meet your clients.

Setting down the fly aways in your hair, the elevator came to a halt.

*Ding!*

The metal doors opened before your eyes. Hesitant, you walked inside, the bottom of your heels tapping against the wooden floors.

“..Hello?” You peeked inside the other rooms in the penthouse, one being a mini office that seemed like someone was just there, the other being a bedroom with big windows and a balcony, overlooking the city.

A deep voice spoke behind you. “Can I help you?”

You gasp, clutching onto your chest as you turned around. “I’m so sorr- Mr. Fushiguro?!”

Your eyes widened, and his mouth wide open. He was only in a towel wrapped around his waist, his dark hair wet from a fresh shower. You couldn’t help but ogle the drops of water that decorated his muscular body.

“…Are you.. the escort?”

Unable to form words, you swallowed your spit before speaking. “I.. I am.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking down at the ground.

“Alright, make yourself comfortable.” He eyed you up and down, a mini towel in his hand to dry his hair. “Sorry you have to see me like this, excuse me while I put some clothes on.”

Is he not going to question anything?..

Your breath hitched, God, did he know I was eyeing him? “Okay..”

He turned around to go back to the bathroom, but looked over his shoulder as he was doing so. “Just call me Toji, we’re outside of work.”

You watched as Toji continued to walk away, “Well.. I’m basically working, aren’t I.” you muttered under your breath, making sure he doesn’t hear.

Looking around, you remembered that he owned this hotel. I should’ve known when I was going to the 43rd floor, he doesn’t let anyone in here.

You walked over to his bedroom, it was bigger than your own apartment. The sheets were neatly made, and a bottle of Malbec sat on a table near the window.

Placing your purse on small sofa, you removed your jacket, neatly folding it over the arm rest aswell.

You made your way to his closet, in search for a white robe. There was a robe on the hanger beside his freshly dry cleaned suits. You took it out, tracing your fingers over “The Ritz-Carlton” that was embroidered onto the front in cursive.

Sliding your dress off, you covered yourself in the robe, only the dark blue lingerie set underneath. Afterwards you tied a knot around your waist with the belt. Kicking off your heels, you placed them inside the closet, along with your dress that was neatly folded.

Although you were an escort, you made sure to clean up after yourself. You hated leaving a mess around, so you respected your clients by making sure to leave the place clean.

You could hear Toji walk into the bedroom. Closing the doors of the closet, you turned to him, and he was already busy getting the wine bottle open with a corkscrew.

Taking a seat on the armchair in front of him, causing you to be at crotch level with Toji. You watched as his arms flex each time he handled the bottle.

You noticed Toji was in a more relaxed outfit. He wore a dark grey cotton longsleeve that sculpted over his muscles like paint, with bottoms in a matching colour and fabric.

“Toji,” you called out his name.

The pouring of the wine stopped, his fingers gently pushing the glass towards you. “Hmm?”

Taking the glass by the stem, you twisted it between your fingers. “Do you regularly hire escorts?”

Toji walked over to the edge of the bed, sitting down. He sighed, looking at the city view in front of him. “No,” taking a sip, he continued. “This is my first time, actually.”

You did the same, but taking a tinier sip. You didn’t want to be tipsy while carrying out your service. It was too dangerous. “..Oh.”

Looking back at Toji, he was busy staring at the red liquid swirling around in the glass. “I dont even really know how they work.”

As you were about to take another sip, you paused. Your eyes looked at him over the rim of the glass, before placing it back down on the table.

“You can just do whatever you want with me, really.” You crossed your legs, exposing the bare skin on your thigh to him.

"I see," he nods, slightly leaning back onto the bed, using his hands for support.

"So, you made up your mind yet?" you got up from the arm chair, making your way to Toji who was on the bed. "What you wanna do?" You stood yourself between his legs, as he tried his best to hold himself back from pulling on the knot that was holding your entire robe together.

Toji's hands rested on your hips on top the robe, dangerously close to your ass. He made sure to bring you closer to him, almost pressing your chest to his face at this point. "I don't know," His free hand tugged on the knot of the belt, slowly unraveling it until the robe slid off your body. "Maybe you, if that's an option."

He could feel his cock strain against his pants as he took in the sight of you in nothing but lingerie, it felt like he was opening a present on his birthday. Blue was his favorite color.

You choked on your words at his response, he sure did have a way with his words. "I don't usually allow that, but maybe I'll let it slide tonight."

Toji caressed your wet lip with his thumb, gradually sliding it inside of your mouth as you sucked on it gently. He stops and moves you to the side by the waist, getting up from the bed.

Confused, you stay standing in front of the bed, watching Toji as he grabs something from the drawer. He eventually makes his way back onto the bed, but this time, leaning his head back against the head-board.

Toji takes out his wallet, pulling a $20 bill out and placing it on the nightstand beside him. "..Crawl over to me."

Your lashes flutter as you watched him place the bill on the night stand, you could only obey what he asked you to do. 'I'm just doing my job.. this doesn't mean anything. He will forget about this.' You constantly chanted this in your thoughts, completely disregarding the fact that he was your boss.

You crawled onto the bed, and slowly to him. Toji's eyes watched you closely making sure to tell you, "Stop," as you were just about to crawl onto his lap.

He takes out another $20 bill from his wallet, this time, two. Toji gently raised his knee, just enough for it to rub against your warm cunt that was covered by the lace panties. "Ride my leg, until I tell you to stop."

Aroused, which you are not meant to be, you couldn't help but sink yourself down onto his leg. Part of you wanted this, but you did at good job at not showing it.

You slowly started to move your hips back and forth on his lower thigh, placing both of your hands down in front of you for support. Toji's hardened cock begging to come out as he watched you closely.

If you were to lift up his top, you’d be able to see his leaking top peeking out of his waistband. The straps of your bra slowly fell down off your shoulders. Toji could almost groan at this lewd sight in front of him.

"Good girl," He did his best to hold himself back from holding onto your hips, "Keep going."

A spot on the fabric of his pants turned into a darker grey than before, your slick making its way through your panties. Nothing can be done.

Breathy moans started to crawl out of your throat, Toji noticing as you started to grind on his leg harder and slightly faster. "Stop."

You whimpered quietly as Toji retracted his leg from underneath you, observing the newly made wet spot on his pants. "Look at this mess you made all over me.."

Speechless, and breathless, you fell back onto your heels in front of Toji, he took another bill out, but this time $50.

"..I want that bra off." He slaps the bill onto the growing pile on the nightstand, followed by another 50. But he doesn't take his eyes off you. "And the panties. They're kinda annoying me now."

Doing exactly as he said, Toji's hand rested on his crotch, aching to palm himself through his pants. You slowly, but teasingly unclasped your bra, Toji clearing his throat by the time your tits were finally on display to him.

Followed by your soaked underwear, which at this point was no use. They managed to fly across the bedroom, hanging off a small statue that was on top of a console table.

He just wanted to wrap his mouth around each of them, or even motorboat your titties.

Toji propped himself up in a less relaxed position. "Lie down on your back, legs spread."

Your last sight was him before you fell back on to the bed, your head nearly hanging off the edge. Toji noticed your nipples hardened as soon as your skin made contact with the cold satin sheets. You felt the weight of the bed shift around, as Toji grabbed both of your legs by the thighs, positioning his head between them.

Squirming about, Toji peppered kisses on your inner thighs, his large hand wrapped around one of them. Wasting no time, he went straight to sucking and softly biting on your folds, using his tongue to lap at your bud until it was swollen. Moaning into your pussy, he softly massaged the flesh of your thigh, the vibrations from his grunts adding more to your stimulation.

Busy sucking away, wet noises from his tongue and the slick of your dripping pussy echoing throughout the bedroom. His hand reached behind him, then slowly went back over his shoulder. It was a $100 bill, tucked between his index and middle finger.

You were too busy hanging your head off the edge of the bed in pleasure, grabbing the sheets beside you and wrinkling them as Toji devoured you like he hasn't eaten for weeks.

The paper bill fell onto your stomach, tickling you slightly. You could feel Toji spit onto your pussy, the saliva trickling down almost into your hole before he slurped it back up, sticking his fingers in there instead. You felt them slide into you with ease, Toji swirling his warm tongue around on your clit.

"O-oh God.. To..ji." You managed to choke out a moan, your manicured hands clawing at his hair and eventually messing it up.

Letting go of your thigh, he used his now free hand to fondle with your breasts eagerly, twisting your nipples between his fingertips before giving them a slap.

One last lick on your clit, Toji removed his head between your legs, this time his whole body kneeling between them. You sneakily push up against him, his bulge through his pants grazing against your bare cunt.

Using your strength to lift your head from the edge of the bed, you watched as he took off his shirt, letting it fall onto the floor. Its neckline was soaked from eating you out earlier, but we don't talk about that.

Panting, his hands frantically rummage through his wallet. You noticed it was still bulky, as if the previous cash he pulled out didn't make any difference to the amount he had now.

Toji pulled out $1000 all in 20 bills, your eyes widening, wondering if he was serious.

"Please.. let me fuck you." Toji also sat back on his heels, $1000 in his hands as you were underneath him, fully naked. He just wanted to indulge himself in you, and if he could, he'd make this night last forever.

You slowly nodded, honestly begging to having his cock inside of you too. Before you knew it, your vision was filled with the $1000 raining down onto your body, and by your sides on the bed. He quickly pulled his bottoms down to his knees, before realising they were too annoying. He proceeds to fully kick them off.

Toji glances around the room for a condom, before you stopped him. "..Is it okay if we don't use one? ..I want to feel every inch of you."

You read his mind. "Anything you want, gorgeous."

His large hands shuffled through the pile of cash that was over your body, making sure that he could still see your tits and your beautiful face.

One hand grabbed onto your waist, and the other was used to align the tip of his cock with your hole. As soon as he slightly pushed the tip in, both of his hands were on your waist now.

Toji carefully slid in, making sure you take every inch of him. He closes his eyes in pleasure as he feels your plush walls clench around him, Tojis grip on your waist intensifying.

And, god was he big. In both cock, and Toji in general, he could destroy you if he decided to use full stength tonight.

"Y-you're too.. big," Toji not even halfway, you cry out, only wrinkling the sheets more to the point they weren't tucked into the frame hotel-style anymore.

You could feel both of his thumbs caress the soft skin of your sides as he cooed, "I know baby, I know," Toji let out a grunt as he tried to move in and out of you.

The difference of size between you and Toji made you throb, at this point he could just use his hands to fuck you on his cock back and forth like a doll in his grasp.

Toji starts to pant as he picked up the pace of his ruts, your tits bouncing, only adding to the pornographic sight in front of him.

Covering your face with your hands, you moan into them, the feeling of being full with Tojis cock was driving you mad. You could feel one hand let go of your waist, bringing it to your wrist to pull it away from covering your face.

The rustling of the cash beneath you and the sound of skin slapping echoed out into the living room from the bedroom. "Look at me when I fuck you," Toji says sternly, causing you to whimper in agitation as you did your best to keep your eyes on his.

"To..Toji.." You moan out, choking on your words as your hand grabbed onto his that was wrapped around on your waist.

"Come on doll, say my name." Turning feral, Toji pounds into you like a fleshlight. Voice shaking as you try to moan out his name, and by tomorrow you wouldn't be surprised if you lost your voice.

He comes to a halt, completely. Toji slides his cock out of you, a creamy white ring formed at the base. You whine before he hushes you. "Y'know what," He picks you up, cradling you in his arms.

You switch positions, instead you lock your legs around his waist, as the two of you made your way to the balcony door of the bedroom. Is he..

*click!*

Toji slid the glass door open, the two of you stepping out into the balcony. It wasn't cold, and you could see the still busy city carrying on with life underneath the hotel.

Suddenly, Toji peeled your legs off his waist, making you face the railing, and the city in front of you. You gasp as he roughly positioned your body, placing one leg up onto the rail, your two hands clutching onto the cold metal.

He slides into you again, but this time not allowing you to adjust. Toji immediately goes in with brutal force, your ass ripping against his pelvis as he drilled into you. On the balcony. For anyone to watch.

Toji spits again, his saliva falling onto your asshole and soon enough drips onto his cock that was continuously pounding in and out of you.

Your moans broke out into a giggle due to the ticklish feeling, Toji couldn’t help but smile at your reaction.

Both hands on your waist, Toji groans in pleasure and praises you non-stop for taking him like a good girl. His hand wrapped around your lower stomach as he felt you give in, your legs unable to support yourself. "You're doing so good for me," he whispers in to your ear, only to leave a trail of wet kisses down your back afterwards,

You moan continuously, for sure, everyone below could hear. Your hand made its way to Toji's nape, bringing him closer to you as he repeatedly fucked into your sweet spot.

"I’d do anything to be able to see a view like this one for the rest of my life," his left hand made its way down to your clit, lazily rubbing circles.

This just did it for you, lowly moaning, you let go of Tojis neck. Leaning forward, you rest your chin on the metal rail ontop of your same hands that were grabbing onto it. But a certain someone didn't let you do that.

Toji immediately grabbed you by your hair, pulling you back against his chest, taking your leg off the rail. You felt him interlock his hands around your inner elbow, suddenly fucking into you upwards as you grab onto his bicep for support.

"G-o-d Toji, please just f-u-ck your c-um into me." The enunciation of your words came out in bits, as Toji drilled up into you at a brutal pace.

He grinned against your necks skin, leaning further to plant kisses on your jaw."You want me to fill you with my cum, huh?"

You frantically nod, but that wasn't enough of an answer for a man like Toji.

"Oh baby, use your words." He purred into your ear, holding his orgasm to make sure you get it when you deserve it.

"I need it- I need it so ba-ad." You whimpered out, squeezing onto his bicep. "Please, Toji."

He whined, balls tightening as he heard you beg for him. You already drove him crazy, and that only drove him crazier. With one deep thrust, his movements come to a halt, allowing his warm, thick seed to fill you up completely.

Toji placed more kisses onto your back and your neck, making sure to never lose grip of you in case you go all jelly. Followed by him, slowly pulling his cock out of you, his load dripping out of your hole and onto the balcony flooring.

He stuck two of his fingers back into you, slowly fucking the load inside of you to make sure it stays inside. With his cum covered fingers, he slid the two of them past your lips and into your mouth. You sucked on them, humming as it covered your taste buds, and eventually swallowing.

Toji slapped your ass, and you yelped, giving him a glare. He chuckled before picking you back up bridal style, carrying you back inside the penthouse.

He gently and carefully placed you on the bed, quickly cleaning a bit of the mess you two made around the room.

"How about I go run us a nice bath, hmm?"

Fiddling with your thumbs, you watched as Toji neatly fold the pile of money together alongside the one on the night stand. Of course, it’s still yours. "That sounds good," You smiled as he walked over to give you a peck on the forehead.

The dripping of water from the bath tap rang throughout the room, Toji leaning back against you as the two of you were in the tub. You squeezed a sponge over his abs, the hot water dripping down his skin as he closed his eyes.

"..Toji," you called out his name, and he hums back in response.

You gently rubbed the sponge up and down his arm, "Would you say this counts as me working overtime for you?"

He smiles, opening his eyes to look up at you. "I'll add another $500 bonus and a shopping spree if you ride me in this tub."

You scoff, letting go of the sponge as you sulk against the marble of the tub. "I'm literally stuffed with your cum. I think you had enough, thank you very much."

Toji only laughs, "Aren't you forgetting you got an asshole and that throat of yours? We can easily squeeze in three more rounds."

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[bella-goths-wife]

So I was listening to this song here

https://youtu.be/s29fcv5E52Y?si=w7kH1W23tU7sxiJF

And thought of if Pet ends up getting freed or was able to get away from Vox she would become an overlord with a lot of power.

I actually love that song so much and it would match overlord pet so well and now it’s inspired me to do what overlord pet would be like

Vs Pet as an overlord

Warnings: murder, gore, illegal activity, drug use, mentions pet having sex but not explicitly, reader owns peoples souls

This is not canon but could be a non canon mini series if you enjoy it :)

In this situation, you made no deals with alastor or Vox

Your completely on your on your own in your journey for power

Or were you?

You lived on the streets for around two years in hell before you realised the potential it had

There were networks for the homeless, connections that could be made for trading of food or materials

You stumbled into trading one day after being particularly hungry and an older woman who also lived on the streets took pity on you and taught you how to steal from the public and trade the things you stole for food

After growing fond of you, the old woman told you that her name was Martha and reassured you that she’d take you under her wing until you learnt the ways of the streets

But Martha was quite old when she died and her hellish form was more frail then most, she was a very vulnerable person who could barely protect herself

After seeing you use your hellish abilities for the first time, Martha explained to you what soul deals were

She explained that she wished to make a deal with you, her soul in exchange for protection

You were shocked and initially wanted to refuse but Martha explained that it would guarantee to her that you would never betray her and she would never betray you

So you agreed, and Martha became the first soul you ever owned

After that it was a slow collection of souls, mainly strays from the streets who wanted protection or one of the younger souls needing protection

Martha taught you to be a gentle but assertive soul owner, you were never cruel to the souls you owned but you would always give them a reminder that you were in charge

With all the souls you had gathered also came shared profits, more money combined then any of you had ever seen

All the souls you owned turned to you when given the question of what you should do with it, and you were unsure

But Martha, being the wise mother goose she was, suggested that you opened a business up that would be profitable and also provide you an opportunity to rise up in the ranks

So you purchased a small club in the entertainment district

It was the first modern version of a club that had moved there in a while since no one wanted to compete with the Vs sex lounges or mimzys club

You were quite a success because of this, you were doing something you knew quite a lot about since you were such a party person when you were alive

You managed the music and used your ability to make your club irresistible

But you weren’t collecting souls as fast as you should be, you weren’t becoming powerful enough to make your lifestyle sustainable

And then an idea popped into your head, what did you learn about more than partying when you were alive?

Drugs

You began to allow for drug use in your clubs and even used one of the souls you owned who used to be a chemistry professor create a more intense type of ecstasy and you named it after your club and sold it exclusively at your club

So now your club sold specialised drugs and this put you on the map

You had customers lining up around the block to get in, and more money and souls then you could count

This eventually earned you a seat at the overlords meetings despite many overlords refusals

Some overlords found you to gentle to be an overlord, they saw you as an embarrassment because of your lack of cruelty in your deals

They thought you could easily be disrespected

So when a minor overlord came to your club and began to harass the staff and destroy the furniture, he assumed you would do nothing

He was incorrect

He dropped to his knees and covered his ears as you made it so he had a loud screaming sound in his ears

He begged you to stop and apologised over and over again, but you knew that if you wanted to be respected in the overlord community then you couldn’t show mercy

You raised the frequency of the sounds to an agonising level until blood dripped from his ears, eyes, nose and mouth

You kept raising it until his brains turned to liquid and chunks fell from his ears and nose

For the first time ever, the souls you owned and the public looked at you with pure fear

You had used your ability to record the overlords screams of agony so when you returned to the overlord meeting and there were people trying to mock you, you calmly just summoned the sounds of their friend dying a painful and long death

This impressed alastor greatly and made him put you in his attention as you intrigued him greatly

He had visited your club a few times after that but decided that it wasn’t his cup of tea after watching you snort coke off of a woman’s chest

You fell into old habits once you were in a comfortable position of power by becoming a bit of a playgirl who had lovers lining up around the corner to spend a night in your bed

You were always respectful of them and always made sure they were taken care of before and after sleeping with them

You intrigued alastor and you felt familiar to him, like you have in all the past au’s alastor had a strange connection with you

He invited you to sit with him and Rosie during the meetings and you accepted happily, finally gaining some connections

Alastor and Rosie found you just darling and Rosie treated you just like a protective mother during the meetings, having them both stand up for you and threaten anyone who dared mock you for your past or your gentle techniques

You were grateful and in your gratitude you made them a small quiet booth in your club for them to visit, and they would whenever you would be using your abilities to be the clubs DJ for the night to cheer you on like proud parents

Your playgirl style had caught the attention of Valentino and he felt curious enough to visit your club with the other Vs

Velvette and Vox already had a disliking towards you because you had invaded on their territory and your affiliations with the radio demon

But Valentino insisted and brought them along

Martha encouraged you to go over to the table since you were the clubs owner and they were pretty influential overlords who could possibly help you in the future

So you greeted them all politely and bought them all a drink on the house

Vox, out of curiosity and partly to spite alastor, demanded that you join them for a drink

Out of politeness, you did

They asked you many many questions about yourself and practically interrogated you all night

Their night ended with Valentino demanded you dance with him and you were having fun until his hands drifted too far down and you had to politely reject his advances

Because of your good relationships with some of the most influential demons, they brought more business in for you

In exchange you allowed them to rent out a room in the back for illegal meetings and trades as long as they denied doing it with your consent if they ever pissed off the wrong people

You were slowly becoming more powerful, you were no longer the little sewer rat you used to be

With the help of the other demons, you became an influential and feared individual

Life would have been great, if it weren’t for those friendships bringing you many many problems

You had Vox constantly watching you through any and all technology at all times, unless you had alastor nearby which would scramble the signal and effectively piss Vox off

You had alastor constantly using his abilities to try and change your club and make it into something that more matched his image and constantly trying to ‘take you under his wing’ even though you explained many many times that you were fine on your own

You had Rosie who would constantly antagonise Martha and looked at her as if she wished to kill her in a moment, she also had a nasty habit of trying to be a motherly figure towards you at times even when you didn’t need it which would be sweet but her way was so obsessive and violating that it made you cringe

You had velvette who had made it her mission to get you to join the Vs despite you not wanting to since you were successful on your own, she even tried to sabotage you a few times so you’d have to join them

You had Valentino, who was constantly trying to get you to star in one of his movies or he just hung around too much for it to be comfortable and it felt suffocating

All of these problems combined made you life extremely hard sometimes, especially when they would all become possessive or jealous and would drag you away from doing your work to make it so you’d be with one of them all day

But at least you were powerful

And at least you were free

That’s more then you could say for most people

Hope you liked this one, it’s a little silly but I’m tired and it’s the best I can do at the moment 😭

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[adrinktostopyourthirst]

Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Rebound

Part two to Underground

Pairing: Fighter!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: You lose your last tether to the normal world and Bucky has to make a decision. You’re officially part of the Underground. Does he help you, or not?

Warnings: 18+. Angst, violence, fluff and smut.

Words: 5OOO

The demanding throbbing in your feet nearly feels delightful as you drag yourself home to your cramped apartment. As the sun rises and the city turns pink and orange, your building starts to come alive. Though you can barely manage to keep your eyes open.

You can tell the Underground is starting to toughen you up. You make longer days, are a bit paler in your face, making your features sharper, and the bravado you muster as you survive every night is surely something that has started to cling to your face and posture permanently. The people that start their days at sunrise, the ones that weren’t blipped from society and still have a life to return to, they walk around you in a big circle now.

It only makes you feel smug. The society slowly casting you out – starting to fear you.

However, your confidence has a short lifespan when you walk up to the front door of your apartment. The fresh paper with red capital letters stamped on it shouldn’t come as a surprise. You have tried to hold this moment off for as long as possible, going even as far as to take small side jobs in the fighting dome to make some extra money.

You suppose it was only a matter of time before you’d have the words ‘EVICTION NOTICE’ stamped across your door.

And your adrenaline spikes again, realising the time has come that you are officially homeless. You have been well and truly cast out by society, something both you and Natasha had been trying to fight and hold off for as long as possible. This is why the spy had introduced you to the Underground, to make some sort of living. And Nat had never judged you for staying in denial a little longer, even though you knew you would have to get used to the Underground fast, because it was only a matter of time before it would be your new home.

So no sleep for now.

You rip open the door and start packing, leaving all the old furniture that was already there and ending up with one big, stuffed duffel bag and a smaller bag. And then you stand in your place that is no longer your place and truly has never really felt like your place. You look around and feel angry …and hurt. After all, you have been chewed up and spit out, like so many before you.

You stuff that feeling far, far away and vacate the building right as de evening rolls back in. Evening already – since you have tried to put off this moment for as long as possible, have extended packing for hours. Since you don’t have a clue where Natasha lives, if she even resides in the country right now, you are forced to step to the one person you do not want to go to…

As you enter the dome, the place eerily quiet since the nightlife is a long way from commencing, you mildly greet the bartenders and crewmembers readying for the night. You scrunch your face at the stench, wondering if the place ever really gets cleaned. In the darker corners you see things that you decide are none of your business and you drag yourself through centre of the Underground, the capitol of dodgy business.

Making your way to the locker room, you breathe a sigh of relief when you find it empty. Finding a locker in the far back, you stuff it full with your last belongings and pray that none of it gets stolen. Maybe you can find a place in this building to sleep in. You have definitely seen other people crash here for the night, though you debate how safe you’d be. You hardly think you’d close an eye in a place like this.

Then, all the hairs on your body stand up straight.

You slowly turn to find Bucky staring at you, one brow quirked and that being the only sign of his curiosity. “Why are you already here?”

You swallow, “Just trying to get some extra work in.”

Neither of you have talked about what happened nearly a month ago. How you rode his leg with his fingers inside of you until you had one of the most intense orgasms of your life. And how that had been enough for him to come nearly untouched. Well, you say untouched, but you had felt just how heavy he was on your tongue and that’s where you wanted him coming next. Badly.

And you can’t exactly say the tension between you has shifted much. Something that made you realise just how high tensions between you already were. But you dropped it, so had he.

“You have to be careful with those side businesses,” he tells you as he turns to his own locker, one that does have a lock. “People will take advantage of a woman like you.”

“I can take care of myself just fine, thank you,” you snap at him and move to find your bag of supplies for the fight. You try to calm your breathing as you find the bag, kneel down and rummage through it, checking if you need to restock any of your supplies, if only to give yourself something to do for the upcoming hours.

But your spine stiffens again and it’s a little darker around you. So you turn and immediately stand up with you see Bucky looming over you. His eyes rove over your face, peering straight through to your soul, where it quivers before him.

“If you could take care of yourself,” he drawls, “you wouldn’t be homeless right now.”

You startle, “What? How do you know?”

He smiles, but it feels more vindictive than smug. “Because word travels fast, sweetheart, and a pretty girl like you on the loose is gold in the Underground.” He pauses and then his smirk turns smug, “Especially when she’s desperate.”

“I’m not desperate!” you squawk in outrage and he takes a step closer, close enough to feel his breath fanning over your face.

He clenches his jaw, eyes hardening. “What are you going to do?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“How?”

“That is none of your concern.”

Bucky lets out a humourless laugh, tilting his head up and running his tongue over his teeth in annoyance before he lowers his gaze back to yours. “You see, it seems like I’ve signed a stupid fuckin’ contract where that is my concern. So please tell me you have a plan and I don’t have to intervene.”

“Intervene?” you sneer and roll your eyes. “Please, it’s not like you can offer me anything out of this place. You’re not here by choice.”

He quirks his brow, seemingly intrigued by that assumption. “Is that what you think? What if I was here by choice, huh? What if I chose this life?”

You fall silent at that, and decide to keep it like that. An argument with him won’t be worth it. Besides, what are you going to tell him? You have nothing and no one. You are officially at your wit’s end and for you, that is saying a lot. The silence stretches… and stretches…

“Give me something to do,” you tell him quietly –deflated– when he doesn’t break the silence either. You don’t see Bucky’s face soften when he watches the defeat in your face before you stare down at the ground.

Bucky’s skin prickles like there is electricity in the air. Because he’s angry. He’s pissed and furious and so fucking angry. That the world can spit out a woman like you, like it has let down so many good people after the Blip.

And the anger doesn’t cease. It only gets worse, like magma bubbling under his skin and boiling his bones. That night, he beats up opponent after opponent in what seems like a record time. People get killed in these fights all the time, they fight to the death all the time. After all, there are too many people and they know what they signed up for when they enter this place. Yet, it’s a line Bucky has never crossed, never will cross. Not anymore.

It’s difficult, to stay of this side of that line tonight. He wants to kill. He feels the soldier crawling under his skin, flipping knives in anticipation, begging Bucky to unleash him. And he thinks he has hardly been this angry before. Bucky yanks on that leash and fights, each punch and kick doing nothing to quench his thirst for justice.

Win after win, Bucky ruins everyone who dares to take it up against him. But he doesn’t hear the crowd – the screams for more blood and sensation, the cheers that he is the most dangerous man in the Underground. He only hears the rushing of his blood in his ears as he thinks about the woman the world has abandoned – as he thinks about you.

…

“Grab your bags. You’re coming with me.”

You gape at your two bags sitting on the leather bench and peer back at all of the lockers, each of them seeming like they have been ripped open with brute force, some of them dented in a manner that looks like a metal hand gripped its edges. You briefly glance at his metal hand and then up to his face.

Unflinching. His command and his face.

So you grab your bags and follow after him silently. Through countless of alleys and wild crowds that seem to think the night of violence has only just begun, even though the sky is turning lilac with dawn. You sometimes hobble to catch up with the soldier, your arms quaking under the weight of your duffel bag. But you keep marching onward, the last dregs of your energy fuelled by what is to come.

The stairs of the industrial building are almost too much, but you try not to stumble since Bucky is walking behind you and that would severely hurt your pride. The fatigue is making every step feel like torture, like you’re climbing a sandy hill and you have to move carefully to keep from slipping into the dark depths. When you do stumble slightly, the weight of your duffel tipping you backwards, you feel the faintest nudge of a warm hand at your lower back, just enough to tip you back and let you continue your trek up the stairs.

Bucky overtakes you at last and opens a door with around twenty locks attached to it, all of them unlocked. He walks in like it’s habitual and you trudge after him, your energy spiking enough to take in the sight. Bucky walks over to the floor to ceiling windows and rolls down the beige canvas curtains. Just as the sun peaks over the horizon of the city and orange light pours into what you can only assume is Bucky’s home.

It's big. Simple and imposing, but cosy nonetheless. There are plants, a fact that has you fighting to keep from smiling. And brown leather furniture, a beautiful and clean kitchen… You turn your gaze back to the man of the house, who is now standing beside a massive bed with cream sheets and fluffy pillows. Your eyes become bleary at the sight, sleep fighting its way to the surface and threatening to drag you to the floor.

Bucky panics slightly at the look on your face and strides over, grasping your bag from your trembling arms. He has to hold back from cursing at the thought that you must not have slept for over forty-eight hours and how dreadful the past day must have been for you.

He guides you to his bed and lets you collapse into the sheets as he pulls off your boots. Bucky knows you would have put up more of a fight if you weren’t so exhausted, but he won’t use it against you. Just like you didn’t use his weakness against him when you were massaging him.

That massage.

He cannot cast the thought from his brain. Never mind what followed the massage. The woman that was on his knees for him, that came around his fingers and was moaning for him so beautifully – she seems like such a far cry from the woman before him. How you can be so careful and feisty, yet such a dream when it comes to his most sinful fantasies. What you did to him in that locker room that day has been playing in his head on repeat. And he wants to slap himself for wanting to crawl beneath the sheets now, drag those clothes off your body, spread your thighs and bury his face between them–

He quickly stands from the bed and clears his throat, casting you one more look before he’s off to the kitchen area and refill his energy in other ways.

…

When you wake up, it’s dark again. It takes you a while to orient yourself, your body fighting off the heavy blanket of sleep you have been swaddled in. The bed below you is more comfortable than anything you have ever felt and the smell–

Pushing up to a seat, your body becomes alert of your surroundings just in time to hear the rattle of about twenty locks opening. In walks Bucky, slumping as he moves his bruised body across his own floors. He notices you, doesn’t pay you any mind, and then plants himself to sit at the edge of the bed you are laying in. He bends down with a quiet grunt, unlacing his boots and peeling them from his feet.

He seems exhausted. And judging by the darkness, he has called in an early night. You push off the sheets and crawl towards him. Bucky tenses almost imperceptibly, but you gently put your palms on his wide shoulders. You swear you see him shudder, before his back bends over more in relaxation.

“I lost tonight,” he tells you as you slowly circle your warm palms over his back.

He lost. That’s unlikely. Something must have happened for him to lose. He must have been distracted. Or someone new has joined the Underground. Something’s maybe different. Shit, you were supposed to take care of him yesterday. He’d fought harder than you’d ever seen him fight. He must have been broken this morning– But, no. He has fought fights without your care for God knows how long. It couldn’t have made a difference now.

“What happened?” you ask, doubtful he’ll open up to you.

His head snaps backwards and you flinch at the look in his eyes. “What do you mean ‘what happened’? You happened. Can’t fucking focus with you being all dramatic with your personal bullshit.”

You draw back. “Excuse me?! I don’t recall making my problems yours!”

“Well, they are now, aren’t they?” he snipes back and runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

And you think maybe it’s not you he’s frustrated with.

“What do you want from me?” you ask quietly. Timidly.

You barely hear him, his voice muffled by his hands as he speaks, “I want you on all fours.”

But you did hear him. Some part of you heard him, that’s for sure. The heat that left your body after your endless sleep is returning to you in a different form, pebbling your skin with anticipation. You swallow hard and barely manage to get out, “What?”

Bucky takes a deep breath and slowly turns to you.

“Lie on your stomach.” The order is soft, but so, so clear and not gentle by any means. You search his eyes frantically, but only find his immovable self. Your traitorous body lights on fire at what she finds. So you do as you’re told.

And you wait.

Two large, warm hands travel up your clothed legs. Kneading your calves, your thighs, until they knead your ass. You cannot help but push your hips back to seek the pressure. You feel his looming presence crawl over you and you hold your breath. Soft lips press to your shoulder that got exposed after your shirt slipped slightly.

His hands slip around your hips and under them. The feeling of your jeans popping open, makes your core throb with need. He pulls your jeans down, but not off. No, just far enough down for access and to keep you in place, barely enough give even allow you to squirm.

Then, you feel his weight press into your body and you could have never imagined feeling his weight would be enough to make you want to moan. That’s when you register the feeling of his hard bulge against your ass and you push up against him again. Bucky answers with a muffled growl against your shoulder, followed by a gentle bite as a warning.

“Careful,” he drawls, one hand holding him up slightly as his other spreads over your side and slips under your shirt to feel your bare skin. You shudder at the feeling and bite your lip, your fingers curling into the pillow below your head.

How is this even possible? How can you deteriorate so quickly when he has barely touched you? His breaths turn heavy against your neck and you twist your head to hear him better, your mouth so close to his now. You wonder why it is that his breathing is coming out more laboured, but the only thing you can come up with is that it’s plain old restraint that is stiffening his body, his lungs.

One of your hands reaches back and up, and you scrape the pads of your fingers over his stubble. Bucky’s grip on the sheets tightens and his hips roll down into you in response. His mouth attaches itself to your neck and he hums as he grazes his teeth over your skin, his tongue soothing the pain instantly.

“Bucky,” you whisper and he rolls his hips again. The hand under your shirt slides to your front and grabs your breast, kneading the flesh in his hand. Desperate, clingy. He groans.

Something is shifting between the two of you and you feel a rawness coming to the surface. You remind yourself Bucky is requesting this for a reason, but he might be lost in it. In you. Then, you hear him mumble against your skin. Something you’re not sure he wants you to hear, but you give a soft coo to urge him to repeat himself.

“Please,” he moans softly. “Please.”

His hand slides down and wastes no time before slipping into your underwear, his entire hand cupping your cunt as he rolls his fingers through your folds. You gasp and let out a moan, writhing your hips when you cannot choose between moving up or down.

He’s rutting into you like a starved man, his fingers indulging in their exploration like he’ll find salvation between your legs. You open your mouth to ask him what he wants, but he rolls his fingers over your clit and you let out a whimper instead, making Bucky nuzzle his nose right below your ear.

“You’re all warm,” he mumbles and kisses your neck, your jaw – so close to your lips. His fingers are torture, so devious yet so innocent. As if he’s completely content playing with you like this for hours. Your belly flutters and tightens and warms at the sensations he coaxes to the surface.

It’s selfish, what he’s doing. This is all him, trying to console himself.

“Don’t,” you breathe desperately and roll your hips into his hand. “Don’t tease, Bucky.”

“ ‘M not. Just feeling you,” he whispers and you open your mouth to fight him on it, but then his warm mouth covers yours and the moan that spills from your throat is sinful. His tongue immediately invades you and you melt as he consumes you everywhere that he can. One finger slips through your wetness and into you and Bucky inhales the response you give him, groaning in response.

He grinds down, so do you, completely out of sync and with mouths moving desperately over each other. You cling to your pillow with one hand and bury your other in Bucky’s hair, pulling when he adds another finger and his weight keeps you from moving into him more. You whine against him, sensations at war within you when he keeps playing with you like a selfish cat.

“I’m so fucking wet,” you whimper and Bucky grunts in agreement, nibbling on your bottom lip. “Just stop playing–”

Bucky laughs then – laughs – a manly chuckle as he nudges his nose against yours. You want to cry for mercy and your toes curl when his fingers do, making you clench around him tightly. Your orgasm is being dangled in front of you like a carrot and you wonder if he just wants you to feel the way he feels. Frustrated, angry. Like he has no control whatsoever.

But what he does next goes so fast, it makes your head spin. Your body goes cold when his fingers leave you and when his body rises from yours, leaving you behind. But your hips get lifted and the pillow below your head gets snatched and shoved beneath your hips. You try to move, if only to accommodate his inexplicable actions, but your jeans are keeping you from moving.

You feel him crawl over you again and this time, you do moan at the pressure, bending your back to press up against him. He grinds down in response and you feel the pressure of the pillow against your womb, shooting tingles through your limbs when you realise what he’s done.

One of Bucky’s hands slides over yours and pins it to the mattress, your fingers automatically curling around the security of his. And it’s nice, the feeling of him engulfing you. It feels safe and warm and insanely intense. You turn your head, hoping to find him near. Your heart swells when he presses a kiss to your cheekbone.

“I want to fuck you,” he murmurs against you skin and you nod frantically, making him chuckle again. “I’m not against begging for it at this point.”

And apparently, you’re not entirely gone, since your lips curl into a smirk and your voice drops to a low purr when you tell him, “Please beg for me.”

How ironic, to beg someone to beg for you. Though, your brief confidence doesn’t falter. If anything, it is about to skyrocket.

“Come on, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, his soft lips moving against the sensitive skin. “Let me inside you. Let me make you feel good.” He sounds so genuine, so depraved and full of longing. You have to swallow down the carnal desire that crawls up your throat. You nearly choke when you feel the tip of his bare cock nudge against your folds. “Open up for me. Let me slip right in and I’ll fuck you into the mattress, okay? My mattress.”

You nearly whine, all ready to completely cave for him. And then he finishes it with a whisper in your ear, “Please, sweetheart. Let me have you.”

Yeah. Yes. Oh, yes. You mouth the words, but no sound comes out. You might be slipping outside of your body. The way Bucky sounds – his voice so deep, yet needy. You can only nod your head and squeeze his hand, rubbing yourself up against the tip of him.

“Hm, good girl.”

He slides home with one easy thrust, pressing you down into the mattress and skating his cock over each of your swollen walls. You cannot form a sound, or a thought, or catch a fucking breath. Especially not when he rotates his hips slightly and presses down even further.

You nearly choke, quiet for a long second, before you heave in all the oxygen that you can manage, “Oh my god!”

He pulls out slightly and rolls back in, keeping you full and stuffed and only nudging your spot with the tip of him. Over, and over, and over–

“That’s the spot, huh?” he pants against your ear and ruts into you further. “Right… there.” You gasp on a whine and he presses a kiss to your temple. The pillow adds a delicious pressure and you wish to put your hand there, just to feel him move in and out of you.

It’s so perfect, so sating, so much and deep and– You didn’t know it could be like this. Didn’t know it was possible to suddenly realise how screwed you are for the future. How nothing and no one will ever be able to compare to this. To him.

Your orgasm crawls closer and it feels like nothing you have felt before. Your clit is throbbing and aching and your walls are hugging Bucky like he’s never allowed to leave. Your hips tighten and your shoulders scrunch as your orgasm clamps down on you like a snake ready to strike.

“Bucky, I’m–”

He tightens his grip on your hand and latches onto your hip. “Yeah, I know. Me, too.”

You hear the strain in his voice, the hint of disappointment and you scramble to get your brain back in order. “Come in me, Bucky. Come inside me,” you rush out through quick breaths. You can’t elaborate. You just need him to fill you.

He leans back over and slows his thrusts, his breath fanning over your flushed skin. “Yeah? You want me to make a mess of you? You want proof that I fucked you deep enough?”

You let out a grumpy whine and he laughs beautifully as he drops his forehead to the back of your head. He picks up his thrusts, slow and deep and steady. His swollen cock slides over every cushion inside of you and you shudder at how sensitive your are so close to your orgasm. But it comes quicker than you anticipated. You wanted him to go faster, but with this tempo, you feel the orgasm that is coming closer might drown you.

You open your mouth to protest, to tell him to speed up, but the wave has already reached the shore and your ears hollow out.

The tremors seem to start from within as you swell with pleasure, seizing around Bucky and threatening to curl up. You think you might be grasping for something to hold onto as Bucky remains consistent through your orgasm, fucking into you with a steady rhythm and meeting you with every contraction of your high.

It is so completely overwhelming that you barely feel it when he comes, if it isn’t for the litany of beautiful moans and whimpers from him against your neck. He bites your skin to ground himself through his own orgasm and then melts over your body, pulling your hand to his lips.

Bucky quiets his own breaths to make sure he hears yours and is happy to learn how sated and satisfied you sound with your soft pants. He crawls off of you and gently tugs you over on your back, smiling as he watches you bend to his will.

Peeling off your jeans, he keeps his eyes on you, mesmerised with the sight and the feeling of having you in his bed. A feeling he had yesterday, too. Not just lust…

Your eyes peel open and you peer down at him while he strokes his sweaty palms up and down your calves and thighs. “Is this part of my ruse as a physical therapist and personal nurse now?”

Bucky quirks a brow at your wit and you feel something unfamiliar at the relaxation on him. How he seems more expressive and gentle and less guarded.

“No, this is private.”

Bucky’s eyes rove over your body and you flush with warmth, both from his words and from his assessing stare. You feel him drip from between your legs and swallow, fighting the urge to close your thighs. But Bucky, ever the trained assassin, immediately notices and lets a smirk crawl over his face.

He leans down and presses his lips to your left knee, eyes narrowing in on your cunt. “I thought I was going to have a heart attack when you told me to come inside of you.” You freeze at his words and keep a close eye on him. “I fucking knew the sight would be good, but–”

He lets out a starved groan.

You sound wary, “Bucky.”

He spreads your knees and crawls down to kneel at the foot of the bed, tugging you towards the edge. Surely, he wouldn’t–

You throw your head back when Bucky dives head first between your legs, running a flat tongue through your folds. You’re not sure if it’s the taste or simply the idea of him licking you clean of himself, but Bucky growls and hauls you closer, nudging his nose against your clit like he’ll never find anything better than what’s between your thighs.

You cannot help but bury your fingers in his hair, the wild throbbing between your legs pushing your mixed essences out and onto his tongue where Bucky drinks it up appreciatively. His fingers dig into your flesh and it takes a while for Bucky’s ministrations to have any other purpose than to taste you. But when he sucks your clit into his mouth, you tug on his hair with warning, making him chuckle.

“You don’t fight fair,” you choke out and he grins up at you.

“Oh, sweetheart, if you knew what the prize was, you wouldn’t fight fair either,” he murmurs and moans in delight as he continues his feasting. “Now how about you give me that prize and come on my tongue, huh?”

No, Bucky didn’t lose tonight.

[ankh-morporkianpostalworker]

The Use of Robert Moses as a Foil in The Unsleeping City

For those of you who don’t remember 10th grade English and don’t have a degree in Literature from a state school, a foil is a character who exists to contrast another character in order to highlight the characteristics of both characters. There are many great examples of this not only in literature (Hamlet and Laertes, Tybalt and Benvolio, Adam Trask and Cathy Ames) but also in film (Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader, Batman and the Joker), comics (see: Batman and the Joker) and a host of other mediums. With all that said, and those examples given, I posit that Robert Moses is a foil for the Heroes of New York in Dimension 20: The Unsleeping City. 

First and most obviously, he is a reflection of Kingston Brown if Kingston Brown wasn’t a strict adherent to Uncle Ben’s axiom. Moses took every bit of power he could for his own use and, in real life, screwed over the city of New York where Brown uses everything he’s given to make the city better (in a flashback, we find out that the first thing Brown asks the Dragon of Bleeker Street after becoming the Vox Populi is how he can use his power to help other people). 

Second, he’s a version of Kugrash that never learned the importance of caring for others. Throughout season one, Kugrash acts as a protector for the homeless and dispossessed of New York, feeding and clothing and protecting them from harm, a lesson he learned after he was cursed by a powerful spellcaster. The people he protects are those who Robert Moses’s realm would destroy, the people Robert Moses cares nothing for. This service comes not purely from penance, but also from a heartfelt desire to help others to the point that he sacrifices his body to save New York. Finally, and perhaps most importantly, is his reaction to the final words of Robert Moses’s phylactery after his (Kugrash’s) sacrifice - greed is good. To quote the man himself -  “ Greed is good, for rat motherfuckers like Robert Moses, but not in our town, not in our fuckin' city!”

Third, Robert Moses is a reflection of Pete if Pete had given in to corruption and temptation and hatred and greed, which he almost does multiple times in the series, the final time being in Showdown at the Stock Exchange, the penultimate fight of season one. This final choice is offered as two options on the Wild Magic Table - embrace the darkness to match Robert Moses in power, or resist temptation and rise above, Pete choosing the later. For this rejection of evil, Pete is killed (I choose to read the game of Eenie Miney Minie Mo as being a theatrically show that Robert Moses put on just to prove how evil he is). 

Fourth, both he and Misty/Rowan feed on the power of the city for their own ends, Robert to control it and Misty to maintain her youth and beauty. The difference lies in the fact that, as Nod points out, Misty/Rowan gives back to the people more than she takes, giving them hope and joy (and using her magic to protect the people), while Robert Moses gives nothing in return. She also cares for the immaterial things in life, like beauty and art and entertainment, while he does not.

Fifth, Ricky’s self-sacrificing nature is in stark contrast to Robert Moses’s. Throughout the series, Ricky puts himself on the line to protect others, a good portion of his magic being used to protect others from harm and the rest (notably his smites) used in defense of the innocent. In the final battle of season one, against Robert Moses’s nightmarish American Dream, he uses an ability that he knows will almost certainly kill him. His words to Kingston Brown moments before the sacrifice - “You got me if you got me” - show that while he would like to come back and knows his friend will do what he can to make that happen, he also knows that there’s a chance that this is the end for him, and he does it anyway, a sacrifice Robert Moses would never accept. 

Finally, there’s Sofia. Sofia was the hardest of these to write about, but eventually I realize that the contrast comes in relation to wealth - Sof rejects her family’s ill-gotten wealth, choosing to live (temporarily) as a monk with little more than the contents of a backpack to her name, while Robert Moses craves wealth so much that his whole plan revolves around creating a new realm in New York city specifically for his own gain. It’s not a lot, but it’s something. 

There’s also the fact that the heroes all love New York while Robert Moses sees it as a tool for his own gain, but that mostly goes without saying. 

I’m about 90% sure that this is the longest post I’ve made on this site but I really enjoyed writing it. I definitely plan on making more like it, analyzing D&D series through a serious literary lens and discussing the uses of literary and narrative techniques, although these won’t be as frequent as my shorter observations. 

If you got all the way through this, thank you and you’re awesome. 

[eslypyiris]

Hazbin Gods AU (Chapter 1)

Four hours.

Four hours in a rented gym that "still smells like shocks and chilhood trauma" as Vaggie said, and what did we get?

Nothing but boredom.

I could see from the corner of my eye how Dazzle fell asleep on Fazzle's back while Fazzle looked like he wanted to cry.

"Ok! Thank you, we'll call you!" Vaggie said to the last person we were auditioning.

Everthing went silence as the man left the gym.

"Charlie?" Vaggie called me.

"Yes?"

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Yes! Why are you asking?" I said, trying to sound as happy as always.

She didn't believe my act, but didn't insist either.

Instead, she changed the topic.

"I'm taking this two on a walk, Ok?"

Vaggie whistle, calling Dazzle and Fazzle's attention.

Both of them ran towards her and looked at her as if they were asking for a treat.

Vaggie peted their heads and then put the leashes on their collars.

"Oh, sure! This two have been here for hours, poor things..."

Vaggie stopped me.

"No, you are staying here."

"What?! Why?" I asked her.

"Because you haven't slept since yesterday and I'm worried about you."

I sighed and rubed my eyes. Only then I realized how true Vaggie's words were.

"You are right... I should rest a little bit."

She kissed one of my cheeks.

"It won't take us long." Vaggie added before heading to the front door.

"Try to not get them too dirty when they play with other dogs." I joked, knowing how dirty Dazzle and Fazzle always get.

"Don't worry, I will bring them back as clean as heaven." She laughted.

When she left, I looked back at the stage.

A single light was lighting up the microphone. Insecurity was rising up my chest, making me feel like every decision I had made so far were the wrong ones.

Since I was a child, music has always been my passion. One of my fondest memories was when mom and I used to go to the roof and sang our worries to the wind.

Sometimes people looked at us as if we were weirdos, but they couldn't take our smiles from us.

Now I'm an adult, and my passion for music never disappeared. That's why I'm here now, trying to make a band.

Usually, people play safe. I could have become an hotel manager or a psychologist, but that wasn't what I wanted. I choosed to follow my dreams, to do what I love... and that wasn't safe.

I'm afraid to fail and end up homeless with all my dreams shattered.

"Like a boat lost at sea/with no sails not a breeze/ I am drifting cold waters/ no star to be seen..." I started singing.

Soon my entire voice began to fill the gym as I was completely immersed in my own song.

"You sound conflicted." A familiar voice said out of nowhere.

I couldn't belive it.

"Mom! What are you doing here? When did you arrive?" I yelled out of suprise.

"I had some business to attend and decided to pass by to say hi. Now, could you tell me what's wrong?"

I hesitated.

"It's nothing important, I'm just... "

"Scared of the future?" She spoke like she just read my mind.

Silence.

Mom walked to the stage and she stood in front of the microphone.

"I know this isn't much, but I hope that at least it makes you feel a little bit better." She said before she stared singing.

Lilith: With a fire furious, I have burned my tongue/Grief from all the promises, too many dreams unsung/All the steps I didn't take, and paths proved untrue/Is there any path through?

I was never able to figure out how Mom was able to made music start playing out of nowhere. At some point, I just stopped asking her and decided to just live with it.

Without even realizing it, I joined mom's song.

Charlie: Like a boat, lost at sea.

Lilith: Though I'm about to wreck

Charlie: with no sails, not a breeze

Lilith:  you still have your life ahead of you

Charlie: I'm drifting, cold waters/No star to be seen...

Lilith: All things that lose their way can find it again/There is no inertia in the ocean...

She went silence, allowing me to do a solo.

Charlie: Maybe if I lean upon my friends/Raise the alarm, I'll call for them/Do I have the heart to trust they'll keep me safe from harm?

And with that, the music stopped and our song ended.

She gave me a warm smile before leaving the stage.

"I once was in a similar situation like yours. Although, the circumstances were different." Mom spoke after a while.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She shook her head, as if she wanted to erase some memories from her mind.

"Maybe one day I will tell you about it... But not now." That's what she answered.

Mom have always been strange, but that moment she was acting particularly strange.

Before I could ask anything, Vaggie came back from walking Dazzle and Fazzle.

Vaggie's eyes widened when she saw my mother.

"Hi, Mrs Morningstar" she greeted

"Hello, Vaggie. It's been a while." Mom greeted back.

"7 years. Good to see you are doing great." Vaggie said.

There was tension in the air.

"Yes, remind me to thank your parents for taking good care of my Charlotte" Mom told her.

There was a time where Vaggie and mom used to get along really well, in fact, Vaggie used to idolize mom. But now they can't stand eachother.

"I should go." mom spoke.

"Wait! Are we going to have dinner togheter? Like old times?" I didn't wanted her to go yet.

"I will see what I can do. I'm a busy woman after all." she joked.

Vaggie didn't liked the joke at all.

"Ok! Sure! Have a nice day!" I said goodbye trying to not sound heartbroken.

She left the gym without looking back.

After that, the day flew by and before I knew it, I was back at home with my whole body facing the couch. I could see a beautiful starry night from my window.

Dazzle and Fazzle were sleeping in my room and they didn't wanted to give me back my bed.

Vaggie went to MCDONALD'S to get us some dinner.

So, I was basically alone. Enjoying the silence and the stars.

Until someone knoked the door.

"Did you lose your Keys again, Vaggie?" I asked as I approached the door to open it.

A heavy body collided with mine and disoriented me for a moment.

After a few seconds I recognized a blonde woman that I had known all my life.

"WHAT?! MOM?!" She had a deep wound on the side of his stomach and was losing a lot of blood.

"Charlie... I'm sorry... I didn't wanted to do this to you..."

I was afraid and without any idea of what to do.

"Mom! What happened?! Who did this to you?!"

"Charlie... I don't have... a lot of time left..." She seemed to be making a great effort to speak.

It hurted me to see her so weak and helpless. I had never seen her like that before.

"Hold on, I'll call an ambulance!"

I tried to reach my phone, but It wasn't in my jacket. I panicked. This was the worst time in the world to lose a phone.

"Charlie... "

Mom putted one of his hands on my cheek.

"Mom..."

I was a crying at that point.

"I'm very proud of you... My beautiful little girl... I love you..." She said before losing all her strengths.

The hand she placed on my cheek hited the floor and her eyes gradually began to lose their spark.

"MOM!! NO NO NO NO!! MOM, WAKE UP! PLEASE, WAKE UP!" I yelled desperately as I held her body close to mine.

Then, something weird happened.

A sphere of golden light emerged from my mother's chest. It floated for a moment in the air before entering my body.

"What the...? What was that...?" I murmured confused and still unable to get out of the state of shock produced by my mother's sudden death.

Little did I know that that wasn't the only strange thing that would happen to me that night.

My life was about to change forever.

[hrhstarrydawnn]

Taurus: Homeless to Hibernator

Astrology Insights

All Tauruses need to be surrounded by things to keep them grounded not to be materialistic per se. What may be viewed as materialistic is an insatiable need to feel grounded due to being born into a lack of stability faced in the earlier or later years. Essentially it (house, car, jewelry, etc) helps them feel safe and secure because of the inevitable uprooting of their foundation.

Moon Taurus - seems to have an issue with the mother not providing a home for them. This could be because she is alive, but physically absent (by giving up the child to relatives or she died leaving the child homeless). This will happen usually before the child is 21. She could also be emotionally absent, but physically present leaving the child to live with her in horrible living conditions/struggling living conditions. This Moon in Taurus child at some point in life will face homelessness (or their foundation will be uprooted) (in earlier years).

Moon Taurus- If their foundation is not uprooted in their earlier years it will happen later in life after they join forces with their partner

Moon Taurus women because of this will marry well. They strive for stability in their partner. They will look at what their partner has or what his family has. They strive to be taken care of. They do not embody traditional wife roles when they do marry well.

Moon Taurus men will strive to be the ultimate provider to never face homelessness again. He will marry a maternal (insert water sign) type to assuage his absent mommy issues as well. This can also go for the Taurus woman as well. She may marry a maternal type (water sign or degree) to assuage her own mommy issues as well.

Sun Taurus loves to stay indoors. Their fathers are completely absent whether it is emotionally or physically. Their mom strives to overcompensate by giving them the world materialistically making her absent emotionally. No matter how old they get they almost always never leave home and our perpetual “mommy baby” types. This almost always handicaps the child mentally or even physically.

Taurus Rising usually has absent grandparents. One or more of the grandparents served as the provider. Once absent (usually during the very early years of the child’s life) the Taurus Rising grandchild may face homelessness with their parent. Taurus Rising must always look put together to compensate for the lack of stability starting from their grandparents.

Chiron Taurus may face instability (homelessness) during the latter half of their life like everything and everyone will be wiped clean from their lives (parents and grandparents).

Moon in Taurus- Instability due to the provider mother's absence (early life)

Sun in Taurus- Instability due to the provider father's absence (early life)

Rising Taurus- Instability due to provider grandparents' absence (early life)

Chiron Taurus- Instability due to the provider-mother, father and grandparents absence (later life)

All Tauruses hibernate because they were born into instability.

All Tauruses (especially Taurus Rising and Taurus North Node with fire placements) also have luck in receiving divorce settlements, inheritances, or other forms of largesse.

Next time you learn of a Taurus (Moon, Sun, Rising, or Chiron) converse with them to understand why they are always indoors. You'll be surprised!

Tarot Insights

Tauruses (Sun, Moon, Rising+ Sign, Degree, House) will begin life facing the inevitable Tower Card (uprooting foundation) but will end life as The Hierophant Card (bestowed the key to the kingdom).

Linguist Insights

Taurus sounds like Tower...

Cards: Afro Goddess by Andrea Furtick

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 : At arms length

Just because you know the problem doesn't mean you know how to solve it. So how is he supposed to save you when he can't save you himself?

Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt & Comfort, Idol!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, Cat Hybrid!Reader, mentions of depression and depressive thoughts, heartbreak, homelessness, it's a bit heavy sorry, mentions of mental abuse and manipulation, betrayal, slow burn, eventual smut, dead dove do not eat

Dead Dove do not eat: warning for potentially triggering content that can't be tagged without spoiling the story.

Length: 3k words

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Sleeping outside wasn't actually that bad at the end of the day.

You found a nice secluded space no one else seemed to use, and it was pretty well hidden from the wind so you actually got some decent sleep out of it. The day today would be entirely yours to paint out. And in a way, it's actually exciting.

You can do anything you want from now on. No one's holding you back, and neither are you holding anyone back.

The first thing you do is walking towards an open park- the morning sun warm and cozy, temperatures quickly rising to a comfortable point. You remember that you've always wanted to go camping with Jungkook back when you were still living with him- but he couldn't. He'd always tell you that it was too dangerous, that people could see you, and then you'd be in danger forever. It had scared you a little. It still scares you today.

Even though you don't quite know what he was so scared of.

Or maybe he wasn't actually scared at all. Maybe he was secretly simply embarrassed of owning a hybrid- or more so, being in a relationship with one. While these days, it's more normalized amongst 'normal' people, he's still an idol, and you're not stupid. Any partner he'd have would be absolutely crucified among discovery- but with a hybrid, they'd have even more to hate on, even more reasons to plant into his head that would grow into full on convincing arguments on why he couldn't and shouldn't be together.

Maybe that was what actually happened. He woke up, and realized how unrealistic this.. thing was you both were having back then.

You're busy eating your leftovers from yesterday when you watch police pick up a drunk guy from the side of the road in front of you. It's far away but still close enough to see- and so you watch from your spot, not doing anything but observe. You've always been good at that. You never liked participating in conversation- you rather listened. Hanako was always the polar opposite. She loves being the center of attention, thrives off of being the focal point of any situation. Maybe that's why she stopped working as a translator for them at some point. Maybe she couldn't stand to be nothing but a background character.

Not everyone likes being a ghost, after all.

But you don't mind it. You never have, not when with Hanako, or with Jungkook, or back at the carecenter. Has Hanako noticed yet that you're gone? Maybe. You'll have to keep an eye out in case she puts you up as missing- though maybe she won't, who knows. Maybe she's happy you're no longer bothering her. She can use the money she got for you for her own life now, maybe finally move into that apartment she'd been eyeing for a while. You know she liked that apartment a lot. But she couldn't move into it, because hybrids weren't allowed.

No longer will you be an obstacle for anyone. You'll live on your own, it'll be fine.

The birds chirp and cars pass by as the day moves on, while you rummage in your backpack for something to brush your hair with. The small pink brush is a bit scratched by now- but you remember that it was one of the first things Jungkook had ever bought for you. Back at the carecenter, everyone had the same things in their rooms, as to not cause any bullying amongst the hybrids- so when you came to his home, you felt like you were spoiled way over what you should deserve. He'd gone out of his way to research what brushes were best for your type of hair and fur, what bodywash and other products were best suited for sensitive cat hybrids, he did so many things no one has ever done to you before that.

Hanako made some efforts too, and you're grateful for them as well. She made sure you'd take your vitamins, that you'd get your meals every day, that you had everything necessary, despite her clear distaste of your presence. Whenever she had something to do, you'd stay at Miss Kim's house for the night- you'd eat baked goods late at night, and watch old movies with her on the couch. Miss Kim would be another person you'll miss. She was a very sweet lady.

You brush out all the tangles in your hair, before you move on to brush your tail in your lap- grooming routing calm and comfortable in the early morning sun, while you can see children walk to school. Your arm hurts a little where your heat preventing implant is placed- probably from sleeping on it tonight. Hanako had gotten it done at the beginning of this year, because your heats bothered her a lot. You can understand that. They never seemed to bother Jungkook, neither before nor after you both became a couple- but at the carecenter, you got those implants too, because they're cheaper than medication.

You'll just be careful not to sleep on it again, and it'll be fine.

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"How long has she been missing?!" Jungkook barks out, not even greeting her at all as he walks into her home in Daegu. It's big- probably similar to his own apartment, but he can't really think about it much as his mind is still racing.

"I- think maybe since monday evening-" Hanako stumbles over her words, visibly appearing more like a child that just got caught faking their parents' signature on a bad grade.

"What do you mean, you think?!" He asks, growing even more irritated now. "How long?" He asks, hands on her kitchen counter.

"I.. wasn't home for the weekend. I came back yesterday, and, she wasn't there- so I'm not sure." She signs, shamefully admitting her wrongdoings to him.

"How often?" He asks, dangerously calm, and now she's a bit confused.

"What? She never ran away before-" She wants to argue, but he doesn't let her continue.

"How often do you leave her alone like this?" He asks instead, glaring at her. This isn't the 14-year old Jungkook she used to translate for. This is a young man who's clearly agitated over something she knew was wrong. And in a way, it feels like she's just realizing now how much he has grown in the recent years. Not only in height, but physically in general. His jawline is sharper, his eyes holding a sense of maturity in them. He doesn't look at all like the torn teenager who'd left you at her doorstep two years ago.

"I- she's fine on her own Jungkook." Hanako argues softly. "She always was. She can take care of herself, and she never complained either-"

"Because she doesn't ever complain in general- she can't fucking talk Hanako.!" He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright, fuck that-" He runs his hands over his face. "Where could she be?"

"Why do you ask me?" Hanako asks, almost offended. "Jungkook, I called you for a reason. I've got no idea where she could've gone!" She crosses her arms defensively, and he looks away at that.

It's been two years, and considering how much he himself has changed in that time, he can only assume that you must've changed as well. Even is Hanako didn't notice, there's no way you're still the exact same as he remembers- so he's got no clue where to look for you. "Does she.. what changed after I left her with you?" He asks her, sitting down in her kitchen.

"I, I'm not sure?" She sighs, sitting down across from him. "She.. I cancelled her train ticket, because she never really leaves the house, and we don't do much together. Oh, and she's got an implant now, for her heats." She explains, making Jungkook clench his jaw as he plays with his lip piercing. "Other than that.. I- I don't know. She stays in her room most of the time, doesn't really have any hobbies or anything. I don't know!" She leans back into the chair, raising her arms in defense.

"She likes knitting." He mumbles, and Hanako almost doesn't catch it. "She likes knitting, and watching long documentaries. Going out to the park, camping- Hanako for fuck's sake, if I wanted her to be caged into her room her entire life I would've kept her myself or put her in a shelter!" He grows louder and more agitated with every word of his sentence towards the end of it. "I left her with you so she could have a normal, happy life- not to be put into some corner to rot away!" The idol barks.

"Well, I didn't ask for it!" Hanako argues. "You just left her at my doorstep-"

"I asked you, Hanako, I asked you multiple times if you were okay with it!" He stands up now. "You asked me for money to cover her expenses, and I happily paid. You asked me for a proper apartment somewhere nice, and I provided it in a heartbeat. You asked me to help you with all the legal shit, and I did it." He growls at her.

"You basically forced her onto me-"

"I gave you the option to say no!" He denies. "But it's always like that, isn't it? As soon as my wallet opens-" He gets up, laughing at nothing as he paces. "Doesn't matter now." He shakes his head, grabbing his car keys again as he slips back into his shoes.

"Wait- where are you going?" Hanako worries, by now terrified of the consequences if you don't turn up again.

"I'm going to find her." He simply explains, getting up to open the door. "And Hanako-" He calls out, looking at her fearful face.

"You better hope she's fucking fine."

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Some days are better than others.

Today, it's raining- quite a lot, drains on the streets running over as they can't hold onto all the water at the rapid pace it's raining down. It'll be tough to sleep outside if it continues like that- so maybe you'll use your money to sleep at a hybrid friendly bathhouse instead of your typical corner. Or you'll just eat a snack at a convenience store first. You are pretty cold right now- so maybe warming up first will make your thoughts flow a bit easier.

"There is my little ghost." The elderly guy chimes up, coughing a bit from his probably seventh cigarette. He smells like them a lot, but you don't mind. He's nice. He sometimes sneaks a snack or two over the counter, and he doesn't tell the police you're sleeping behind his store. "Was 'lil scared the storm might'a blown you away." He tells you with his thick gwangju dialect, and you shrug.

You don't talk. Or rather, rarely do. It hurts your throat- an old infection from poorly treated pneumonia having affected your vocal cords when you were still a kitten. Since then, you try to communicate otherwise- you remember Jungkook would always make sure he leaned in close if you were to speak, because you couldn't really talk very loud at all. He was always very attentive.

He did a lot of things you never asked of him. He just did them, adjusted his life to you, and in a way, you feel bad that he might've felt obligated to do so. You really were a pretty big burden on his life, weren't you?

You put the fishcake and instant ramen on the counter, bouncing a bit on the spot. "Eat it inside, alright?" The man says, picking up a small bag of watermelon gummies. "If it doesn't clear up I'll let'ya sleep in the storage room out back, hm?" He offers, and you nod, before you lift yourself up a little to wave him closer.

"Don't have to." You say in his ear with your slightly raspy tone, but he just laughs, shaking his head.

"No no, I could'nt ever sleep knowin 'ya out in that weather!" He tells you, before taking your money, and giving back the change.

You sit down in a corner, filling the cup or ramen with hot water before you climb onto one of the chairs, resting your head on your arms. The man is pretty nice, but you shouldn't be too trusting. If it really didn't clear up at least a little, you'd think about it, sure- but you'll probably still sleep somewhere else, just in case he's simply trying to swoon you in to later on call the authorities on you. You're a ghost after all.

No one loves ghosts.

You eat your food, happily letting your tail sway around as you feel the warmth spread in your body. A filling meal like this will make sure you'll sleep well, even if its cold outside. You always get sleepy after a big meal after all. Jungkook and you would take naps together. The entrance chimes with the arrival of a new customer- and you don't really open your eyes, rather enjoying the warmth slowly seeping through your clothes into your skin, not really paying attention to the conversation the two man at the cash register are having.

"Have you seen her?" The young man hidden underneath a bucket hat and black facemask asks, holding out a picture of a female cat hybrid. "I'm.. she got lost, I'm looking for her." He asks, urging the man to really take a good look at the image.

The man does so, recognizing your ghostly white cat ears and tail, eyes wandering but never to where he knows you're sitting. You remind the man of his own daughter's hybrid, years back before the poor thing died of heart failure. It was sudden, crushed the entire family- none of them ever really thinking about adopting another one ever again. He himself knows how rough it can be for those beings to survive even if they have a family of their own- and so he doesn't want to out you in any danger. What if that dude is from underground hybrid authorities? They're getting smart, after all. And the shelters have a pretty shitty reputation going on.

"Hm, ain't sure." He shrugs, giving the image back before crossing his arms defensively. "What's she to you?" He asks, and the young man sighs, staying silent for a moment.

"I.." He starts, visibly tense now as he seems to think for a moment. The man can clearly see his eyes, looking down onto the ground as if ashamed. What is he trying to do here exactly? Where are you supposed to go even if he does end up finding you? He can't just take you back home. It won't solve anything. He's still not in any position to take you with him again- the problems from back then still exist today.

Maybe he should really let go. Maybe he should move on, just like Namjoon said.

The door behind him chimes in a tune, someone either entering or leaving- the man in front of him watching in interest, before his eyes are back on the young man in front of him again. "Just tell me if you have seen her or not." He explains in defeat, and the guy in front of him sighs.

"Look kid, I can't tell." He shrugs. "You'all just gonna stuff the poor thing into some box in a room and call it there. I ain't about that." He shakes his head.

"So you have seen her." Jungkook asks, interest now peaked. "You have?"

"Maybe. Maybe I didn't." The man neither denies nor confirms.

"She's- I'm not with the authorities. I just want to bring her home.!" He begs now, sliding the picture closer to the man again. Something about the way the young man says 'home' makes him wonder- and ultimately makes him finally break, as he takes another look at the picture, putting on his glasses even.

"Looks like the lil' ghost sleepin' out back." He nods. "Not sure though."

"Out back?" Jungkook asks.

"Yeah. For a few days now." He nods. "Doesn't talk much, but very polite, the little thing." The man explains. "Pays for all her food, throws away all her trash." The man recalls. "Only noticed she's sleepin' back there 'cause I caught her on the CCTV once. Told her I'd leave open the storage, 'cause of the weather out right now."

Jungkook doesn't know what to really do now. Maybe he could wait up until you'd go to sleep there- but then what? You probably hate him, for good reason, won't let him any closer than arms' length he's sure- but he can't really sleep tonight knowing you're out there, right under his nose so to speak.

"Though I think she might not come back now." He sighs, putting down his glasses and interrupting Jungkook's thoughts.

"Why not?" The idol undercover wants to know, as the man nods towards the entrance of the store.

"She just left." He says, pointing to the door, making Jungkook's blood run cold.

And he immediately runs out, looking left and right for you. But there's no sight of you anywhere, nothing that could hint at where you might be- and it's one of those moments where he wishes he had your senses. The only thing he knows is that you're here, in Seoul, just like he suspected you might be after Taehyung had told him he'd seen you taking a train a few days ago- but that won't really help now, considering the size of the city, and the fact that you'll definitely avoid this area from now on. And with the weather getting worse, he's even more concerned now.

What is he supposed to do now? Or most importantly-

what can he even do now?

[ladybobofdoom]

i have this superbat fic idea,

where Bruce did not become Batman but after returning from his travels, gave away all his worldly possessions and became a priest. his Gotham parish has an orphanage built and paid for by the Martha Wayne foundation and there are all the Batkids going in and out.

then one day Clark comes to confess that he hears voices that tell him he's the son of God since he can remember. and tell him where and when to help (little things that are shown later too). and naturally Bruce does not believe this and sides with Clark's therapists since forever, that he has a form of schizophrenia instead of being the Second Coming.

but Bruce goes on and talks to Clark and invites him to help in the parish. and so they slowly fall in love. they know they are in love but do not act on it. (maybe some drunk-no-we-can't secret kisses to keep the slowburn going).

then Jason dies in a gang war. and Bruce is so grief stricken that him and Clark end up in bed for comfort. and while still lying together Bruce says someting along the lines of,

"If you were him, I would beg you to bring back my son."

and Clark is like "If I was, I would do it like this" and snips his fingers.

that night Jason rises from the dead and bangs on Bruces door. Bruce goes to help the dirty, disoriented boy, while Clark runs away with an existential crisis (because he no longer believed the voices to be real).

Bruce finds him a few days later cooped up in his flat and tries to argue that it was a coincidence. but Jason had had a biopsy, which means they took out all the organs before putting them back inside. that boy had been as dead as possible. so Bruce goes,

"Fine. If you are him, then you can go on an heal my old knee wound." (because my versin of priest!Bruce lives in the intercity, feeds the homeless and beats up thugs when it's called for, having some of his canon scars.)

and Clark heals his knee, because plot twist, he's the actual Second Coming. Bruce loses it a bit and goes to his knees, apologizing for not believing. Clark begs him to get up and please never to treat him any differently than he had before.

"Because you have always treated me with such reverence and care already. And I would't know what to do with all that cold devotion from someone I love so deeply."

and they embrace.

and Bruce is like, "Whatever happens now, you can never call me daddy."

[zee-the-zebra]

About The Kaveh Reincarnation Theory

I will make this theory make sense and no one can stop me.

Story Parallels

We know very little about the Goddess of Flowers but her connection to Kaveh is less about backstory and more his personality.

What do we know about her? She foresaw her own death in the cataclysm and didn’t run away from it. She facilitated her so she would leave a legacy greater than herself behind. And she did, creating the Jinn and the Khvarena. And what does Kaveh do on a near daily basis? Break himself over and over again to create things that will outlast him. And while he has succeeded in creating great things, he is still trying to make a legacy, no matter how much he brings himself to a closer ending than he should ever have.

Artifacts

Honeyed Final Feast

"In those days, the moonlight would tell of their happiness to the nightingale and the rose." "And they were so frightened and abashed that they could sing no song in response." "Peace and ease reigned, and there was no division or misfortune in this worriless paradise..." "If only these wonderful days, as lovely as a shimmering mirage, could last for eternity, and that they should never have to taste the bitterness of parting."

Could possibly parallel Kaveh and Al Haitham’s relationship before their falling out, as well as how Kaveh was living at what he thought to be the high point of his life before he ended up homeless.

Later, time sundered the contract between day and night, destroying the ancient oath. The gentle moonlight sank into the quicksand. The sun shrouded all things in its fearsome gaze.

The mention of quicksand is interesting, considering that is how Kaveh’s father died.

Dreaming Steelbloom

"When the moon leaves your palm, and the lonesome silver light retracts from atop the labyrinth on the sand ocean," "One hopes that you will remember how your companion in the dreams shone like the burning sun."

This is the same line I pulled for the Al Haitham write up but it still tracks as a possible parallel to Kaveh and Al Haitham’s falling out. Or rather, an implication that if things were to continue as they are, history might repeat itself between the “sun” and the “moon”

Ay-Khanoum's Myriad

In a bygone time which only the Jinn recall, the Lord of Flowers was cast aside by the heavens. Her magnificent vessel was left a savaged husk, her kinsfolk punished by way of being stripped of their minds... Legend has it that the Lord of Flowers wandered the barren wastes for seventy-two nights... Her heels were worn through by the merciless gravel. Her wounds gushed into limpid springs, turning into streams with no boundaries.

Could act as a parallel to Kaveh losing everything he has to create the palace and being homeless afterwards.

Wilting Feast

The Lord of Flowers capitulated to her friend's folly, finding a most admirable rebellion burning within the ambitions of the god. An idea that joined the wisdom of thousands, and the great attempt at binding their dreams to power. What hides here is more than lies, but also the future of humanity, burning like the sparks of hope... Dreams will always dissolve, their landscapes fated to collapse — this is the true meaning of the blooming flowers. Only by suffering through the destruction of a god's delusions can humanity learn to rise against divine will... Just as the stubborn God King orchestrated this secret rebellion, surviving on the strength of individual will alone. However, the Lord of Flowers never knew a love that could be as sweet as wine, let alone the paltriness of human emotion. Brilliant as she was, even she could not easily predict when these little beings would finally realize the truth... "... Have these so-called gods not been superfluous to you since the beginning?"

Oh boy, there’s a lot to unpack here, but I’ll attempt to simplify. 

This is the very culmination of the parallels between Deshret and Nabu Maikata as well as Al Haitham and Kaveh. The main purpose here is that the Goddess of Flowers never truly agreed with Deshret. She could never fully believe in his ideas, yet she stayed by his side anyway in a hope that they could do something truly selfless for their people. This is almost one to one Al Haitham and Kaveh’s dynamic. They will never see eye to eye. Yet they are each other’s mirror, equals in every way.

And like the past, eventually these ideals clashed and the dream died. Deshret, like Al Haitham, chose to do all his work on his own. And Nabu, like Kaveh, did everything she could to be selfless, but could really only watch as her world crumbled. Nabu and Deshret’s love, like Kaveh and Al Haitham's, wasn't sweet. It was chaotic, all over the place, impossible to fully pin down and yet it was still there. After every tragedy, after every hardship, after the times where they believed they were nothing to each other, the emotions there had never grown dull.

The final thing to connect is the question Nabu was asked and the question Al Haitham asked Kaveh.

“How has realizing your ideals gone for you?”

For Nabu, the answer was to design a legacy born of both bitterness at life and the gods, as well as so those after her could live on. For Kaveh, he hasn’t figured out his answer yet.

Secret-Keeper's Magic Bottle

In a bygone time on which the Jinn alone are silent, King Deshret poured his deepest ambitions out before the Lord of Flowers... As the moonlight's visage drifted across ripples within a glass of pomegranate wine, the Lord of Flowers finally succumbed to the persuasion of a friend most beloved. The words King Deshret spoke that night remain unknown to all. Even the eldest Jinn bestow only silence when asked about that which was said. None know what secret desires King Deshret revealed in the dark past daylight, desires that might shock even the wisest of gods. But the Lord of Flowers herself drew enlightenment from the exchange. It had been within her calculus — something long foreseen. . . . "Know this: if there is to be hope in this world, it will be found kindling within mortals most ordinary."

Acts as a parallel to Kaveh and Al Haitham’s project while they were still in school. Also parallels Al Haitham’s closed off self reliance and Kaveh’s desire to give pieces of himself to others.

Connections to Real Life

The only name given to the Goddess of Flowers is Nabu Malikata. And while the first half of her name can’t really be attributed to Kaveh (Nabu being an ancient Mesopotamian god of literacy, the rational arts, scribes, and wisdom), the second half of her name can. Malikata can be translated to the ideogram of the Middle Persian word for queen, MLKTA. More proof of this is found in the Eternal Oasis, in her name is written as “NABU MLKTA” in the in-game Deshret Script, the same as the ideogram of the Middle Persian word.

Kaveh’s name, as I’ve learned (shout out to my friend Cado, who unintentionally helped me with a lot of this) is a very common Iranian/Persian name for boys. That’s just a fun fact, more specifically, the name came from the Shahnameh, or the Book of Kings. The name Kaveh was used for a character in the tale of Zahak the Serpent King, in which the Zoroastrian gods played major roles. 

The Goddess of Flowers, created something known as Khvarena, which in Genshin is a purifying spirit, but in Zoroastrianism, is a concept of a divine power projected upon and aiding the appointed. While it could be considered grasping at straws, reincarnation or being the vessel of divine power could be considered a form of Khvarena in real life Zoroastrianism.

Now, we have no Goetic name or twisting of a Goetic name for Nabu Malikata, we can also lift from Egyptian mythology considering Deshret’s true name is Amun. The consort of Amun/Amun-Ra is Mut, sky, fertility and matriarch goddess said to be born from the primordial waters of Nu.  This could be the proof of Nabu Malikata’s true name as she has been shown to have connections with Egeria, who wielded the power of the Primordial Sea. And, while not directly from Fontaine does have connections to it as his mother moved there.

As for Mut as a name, it could be twisted in Mathim, an alternate reading of Bathin, a demon said to know the virtues of precious stones and herbs.

Conclusion

Oddly enough I feel like this theory is far more concrete than the one with Al Haitham. With references to Persian mythology, mytho-history, and history in both the Goddess of Flowers and Kaveh, as well as the parallels in their stories, the theory actually feels very water-tight. Perhaps my theory with the most proof to date.

[camille-lachenille]

The Bakery Witch

She doesn’t even know she’s a witch, she just lives her happy life with her three cats and her bakery, selling the best bread and pastries in town.

She loves singing as she works, a bit of rock, a bit of opera and a bit of everything. The music infuses her pastries with power. People know to buy something from her bakery when they need a little nudge in the right direction in their life, they don’t know why but it seems her bread and pastry can boost one’s day.

There’s the anxious student stopping by the morning of an important exam to buy a chocolate croissant, and the witch sends them away with a kind smile and words of encouragement. They have the best grades of the promotion. Today, the witch was singing ‘We are the Champions’ while baking

There’s the lonely old man across the street wishing he could mend his relationship with his family. The witch always takes time to chat with him when he comes to buy bread. One day he comes in accompanied by a younger woman and two children and introduces them as his daughters and grandchildren. When she bakes mixed seeds bread, the old man’s favourite, the witch always hums songs about family and forgiveness.

After she closes her shop for the night, the witch always gives part of the leftovers to the homeless woman across the street and the rest to a shelter for abused women. When they bit into a cream pastry or a bun, they all feel loved and safe, and all of them end up building a new life for themselves quickly, a life full of hope and laughter. One day, the homeless woman across the street enters the bakery with a bright smile and tells the witch she found a job and a home.

The witch’s reputation spreads without her knowing and, one day just before the closure a man in a smart suit comes in and asks if she can help him break the curse on him. He’sHe was a businessman cursed to age thrice as quickly as normal and die if he doesn’t find love. He’s already tried everything and seen more pseudo-wizard and other sorcerers and he’s heard of the witch’s bakery and how her spells really work. Everyone in town assured him of it. Yet, the witch tells him she doesn’t know about breaking curses and isn’t interested in romance either but she could use some help with the bakery.

Having nothing to lose, the man accepts and becomes her apprentice. She teaches him how to make the bread rise to exact fluffiness, and bake pie crusts to perfection. And all along, she keeps humming and singing, telling her apprentice it’s half the fun of making bread. The man isn’t a very good singer but he picks the habit and makes up for his lack of skill by singing with wild enthusiasm. He’s never had so much fun in his life as he had kneading dough while singing cheesy pop songs or icing cinnamon rolls as he tries to keep up with an opera singer on the radio.

The customers are a bit surprised by the new assistant baker but quickly take a liking to him because if the witch works with him, he can only be a good man, right?

And, two years into his apprenticeship, the cursed man realises he has stopped aging. He’s even starting de-aging now. He doesn’t understand why, he hasn’t found love in all the time he has spent at the witch’s bakery. It’s only when he tells the witch about it that he understand, because she loo at him with raised eyebrows and asks: don’t you love baking? Singing? Making people’s day just a little better with a smile and a kind word?

And the man realises that he has, indeed, found love. He has a job that makes people and himself happy, he knows all regulars of the bakery by name and chats with them, the witch is his dearest friend and he has found a hobby in song (he’s still not great at it but it makes him happy so why stop?) His life is full of love, he just didn’t see it. And maybe, he’s a bit of a witch himself too, because his pastries seem to give people just what they need that day.

Years passes for the witch and her assistant, and their bakery is as popular as always. The anxious student graduated and is in a PhD program (they come before each important milestone to buy a chocolate croissant for the confidence boost), the old man from across the street comes once a week with his daughter and grandchildren, the formerly homeless woman comes to introduce her wife to the witch.

And maybe, one day, the man will meet someone and fall head over heels for them. And they will marry and have children or cats or even a lizard pet because why not. But in the meanwhile he’s in love with his job and lives with his best friend and her cats and, together, they are the bakery’s witches.

[book-place]

Sight and Sound

Warnings: mentions of bad living situations and terrible parenting, child abandonment, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Matt Murdock x child reader, Foggy Nelson x child reader

Request: Matt Murdock x deaf!Reader (child) ?? Not completely deaf, but has trouble hearing. I'll let you use ur imagination for this one! Hope ur not too busy :)

Request by: @popfishjr

*not my gif*

Summary: You couldn’t hear and Matt couldn’t see- what a duo you two made

A/N: Did I run out of ideas at the end? Yes. Is it painfully obvious? Also yes

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

It was ironic really, that’s why Foggy jokingly called the two of you The Eyes and The Ears.

You had the best eyesight of anyone you had ever met, and Matt had the best ears of anyone he had ever met.

But this was the ironic part, you were hard of hearing and Matt was blind.

The two of you were quick to become attached at the hip when you first met, looking- and listening- out for one another in ways that the other couldn’t do for themselves.

Your first meeting was about two years ago, when you were six years old, your parents had ditched you on the streets due to your hearing problems and Matt had just so happened to stumble upon you- literally.

He had been so tired that day that he forgot to keep his senses fully open, so he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and who was around him. You had been leaning up against the side of a building, arms wrapped around your legs to try and protect yourself from the harsh winds of the day, staring down at the pavement and unaware of the man quickly approaching.

Your head had snapped up with wide eyes as Matt tripped over your small body, catching himself on the side of the building right before he fell.

“Oh god,” As soon as he regained his balance he quickly whipped around to face you, “I’m so sorry.”

From a young age, you had been able to read lips very well, it being one of the only ways you could understand others.

You tilted your head to the side slightly, “It’s okay, Mr.” The pitch of your voice was higher than he thought necessary, but he shrugged it off.

“Are you alright?” He asked in worry, sensing how young you were and beginning to let his mind wander as to what you were doing on the ground in the middle of the street.

You squinted your eyes and leaned your head forward a little bit, “Can you repeat that, please?”

He frowned, thinking he had spoken at a normal level, but repeated himself anyway.

“Sorry, sir,” You apologized, shuffling your feet back and forth against the pavement, embarrassment rising up in your mind when you realized you had made him go out of his way just because you couldn’t hear him, “I’m hard of hearing.” You explained.

That’s when it all made sense. Not being able to realize he was coming. Your loud tone. The way you needed him to repeat himself.

“That’s alright.” He made sure to enunciate his words a little bit when he spoke up again.

Without really thinking about it, his mouth had opened and he blurted out an offer, for you to stay with him once it was evident that the reason you were on the street was because you were homeless.

At first, you had hesitated, but something told you that you could trust the man, so you agreed.

Now, two years later, the two of you were inseparable and for the first time in your life, you had a good home, a safe one, where you didn’t have to worry about the fact that you were hard of hearing, never having to be ashamed of it.

“Hey,” Matt called, flickering the lights a little bit as he entered your room in order to get your attention.

You looked up from where you were drawing at your desk with a smile to the man who had become your best friend over the years. But even more than that, he became your father.

“Want to go out for lunch?” Though he knew that you could hear him slightly and could read his lips even better, he used his hands to still sign what he was saying.

When you had first moved in with him, you had revealed that back when you had a home, a kind neighbor had taught you sign language so that you could communicate better with others around you.

Immediately, Matt had insisted that you taught him, even if he couldn’t see, he wanted to make sure that you were as comfortable and taken care of as possible.

Countless hours had been spent sitting under blankets, nestled on the couch side by side, your hands gently guiding his to teach him.

You grinned in return to his request, even though he couldn’t see it, and jumped up from your seat, letting out a small ‘whoop’ in reply.

After quickly slipping your shoes on, the two of you left the apartment, arms looping together unconsciously on instinct, leading one another with your eyes, the other with ears.

While you would let him know when to cross the road, he would be the one to make sure there were no oncoming cars.

He tapped on your arm to get your attention and stop you from walking so that you wouldn’t have to divide your attention from trying to hear him and read his lips and leading the way for the both of you, “Do you want to try that new place near the grocery store?”

You shrugged, making sure to brush your arm up against his so that he could feel the movement, “Don’t care.” You echoed back, trying to be loud above the city noises even though you knew he could hear you just fine.

He paused, thinking, before nodding his head, “Let’s go there.”

You nodded before leading the way, winding through the streets and crowds of people, arm never dropping from Matt’s.

When you finally made it, the welcoming smell of food and feel of warmth hit both of you like a train as you entered, you looking around curiously and the older man tilting his head to the side to listen.

“Well, well,” An all too familiar voice sounded from the side, “If it isn’t The Ears and The Eyes.”

Both of you perked up at the sound of your friend and you dropped Matt’s arm with a grin, “Foggy!” You cheered, rushing over to hug the man.

He gladly returned to favor with a large laugh and smile, playfully scooping you up and spinning you around while Matt smiled as he listened to the interaction.

“I didn’t know you were gonna be here, Foggy,” The man told his best friend with a smile and he shrugged.

“Figured I’d try out the new place, seems like you two had the same idea.” He placed you to the ground and quickly ruffled your hair affectionately, “Come on, I already have a table, so I suppose you two knuckleheads can join me.”

“I’m not a knucklehead!” You protested with a giggle, “He is!”

“No, you too.” Though Foggy said that, he was really winking and signing to you that it was really just Matt, to which you laughed even harder.

The brown haired man pretended not to notice that the two of you were having a secret conversation as he followed you to the table.

As he listened to the two of you interact, he couldn’t help but allow the smile that sat upon his face to grow, happier than anything that everything was going so well with you. That he had grown to love you like a daughter.

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Chapter Two

Sean Diaz x GN Reader

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Brief summary

Y/n was just kicked out of their home, with no family or friends to turn to. Sean Diaz and his family take them in one night during a storm, and quickly decide it’s best for them to stay till they found somewhere to go. But what happens when reader and Sean grow closer than ever expected? Will they head to Mexico together? Or for the worse, never see each other again.

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Karen pulled the thermometer away from me, her concerned expression deepening as she read the numbers. "Oh honey, you're burning up," she said softly, her voice filled with worry. The thermometer displayed a fever of a hundred and two degrees. Just great, I thought to myself, feeling a mixture of pain and frustration wash over me. The throbbing ache in my head intensified, as if mocking my already fucked situation. I felt like I had hit a dead end, trapped between the grip of illness and homelessness.

I let out a groan and rubbed my trembling hands in some sort of attempt to ease myself. How was I supposed to figure out a way to avoid living on the streets when I felt like I was on the absolute verge of death?

As I tried to gather my thoughts, Sean's voice echoed from the kitchen, breaking through the haze of my pain. "The offer still stands," he called out. Since I had woken up, I hadn't seen Daniel around, assuming he was probably outside.

Karen turned towards Sean curiously. "What offer?" she inquired. I couldn't help but wonder if she would be as willing to help as Sean had suggested, especially considering her rather monotone voice, but it seemed to always be like that.

The room fell silent for a moment, tension hanging in the air. I anxiously awaited Sean's response, unsure of what to expect.

“I told them you could drive them if their friend wasn’t too far.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” She turned to me with a reassuring smile, but I was starting to feel sick, and not just because I actually was. “Just give me the address and we can leave in maybe an hour?”

I was at a loss for words. I couldn’t imagine the clueless look on my face. I scrambled for another lie to get me out of this, but thoughts remained silent.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” Karen said, like she knew it and wasn’t even asking.

With a heavy sigh of defeat, I mustered up the courage to confess. "I'm so sorry for lying," I whispered. Determined to make things right, I promised Karen that I would leave today as I had previously promised. Ignoring the searing pain coursing through my body, I summoned all my strength to throw off the suffocating blankets and slowly rise from the couch.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, but unless you have nowhere to go for now, I can’t just let you leave.” She said confidently. Her words threw me through a loop. Was she offering what I think she was?

I opened my mouth to protest, but Karen sat down across from me and it shut me up so quickly. Guess it was the mom effect.

“Unless you're uncomfortable here, we’re offering for you to stay until you figure things out.” A sincereness shimmered in her eyes, a small smile evident in her not so animated features.

“Are…are you sure?” I wasn’t gonna mention it out loud, but their living space was so, so small. It didn’t bother me at all, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was just cramping up this sweet family’s home.

“I don’t offer things for fun.” She assured.

I looked at Sean, in which his expression practically urged me to fully accept.

“Thank you, thank you so much. I just don’t even know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything, you rest up and just let me know if you need anything.”

For most of the day I slept, and if I wasn’t, I still resided my time on the couch, lying on my side in hopes I’d sleep again. I was in too much pain to really do anything else. Karen tried feeding me, but my throat was too sore to get anything down without grimacing in pain. So for most of the time, I just drank warm broth as a substitute for nutrients. Along with that, Karen was also giving me medicine and pain reliever.

Still though, this all felt so wrong. I was being taken care of by people who owed me absolutely nothing, yet it was being handed to me on a silver platter. The word brat screamed at me echoes in my head, my heart stutters. My father was right for calling me one.

The next day, I woke up around one in the afternoon. I didn’t feel nearly as sick anymore, but the sleep heavy on my limbs didn’t feel that great.

“Look who finally woke up,” I heard Sean’s voice and turned over to see him on the bed. There was a sketchbook in his lap as he had his back leaned against the wall of the R.V. “Thought you died on us.” He laughed innocently.

“God I thought I was gonna. Still don’t feel too good but I think my fever is gone."

“Well let’s see.” He stands up and heads to the bathroom, returning just as quickly as he left but now he has a thermometer and hands it to me.

I pull the thermometer out of my mouth, and much to my dismay, I still have a slight fever. "God, being sick is the worst."

"I know." He frowns with me and goes to return the thermometer back where it belongs.

In the few seconds that he's gone, the door flies open at a rapid speed. It startles me, but not nearly as much when I see Daniel standing far from the door. There was absolutely no way he opened it like that and had enough time, not unless it wasn't him opening the door, but no one else could be seen through the windows but him. And the wind? No way could it have unlatched a door on its own.

He's looking at me the way little kids do when they know they've done something they shouldn't have, but what did he even do just now?

Sean rushes to the commotion and seems to put two and two together quickly. "Damn it, Daniel! We didn't tell them yet, you can't just forget shit like this!"

At this point, Daniel is inside and shutting the door behind him. "What's the big deal?! Now they know!"

"Know what?" I interrupt. They were both insanely wrong if they thought I had the slightest idea of what was going on.

Sean's hands are in his face and his frustrated sigh echoes in the palms of his hands. "Daniel, go outside and bother somebody else."

The child rolls his eyes. "Pft, whatever!" And with that, it's just me and Sean now.

"Sean, what... What was that? I mean, did you see? The door opened by itself!"

"Yeah, I know." He says way too nonchalant, seating himself across from me. He drums his palms nervously against his thighs, seemingly searching for the right words. "Daniel... special. Do I know what it is? No, nobody does. He's the only one in my family as far as I know with his capabilities."

"Capabilities?" I press.

"Fuck, I don't know. He... he can't just move shit with his mind. I don't know how he does it, but one day," His words come to a sudden halt, and everything about his demeanor changes. He went from nervous to what could only be read as grieving whatever had happened on that day. "It just happened."

As I sit there, trying to absorb and make sense of his words, it all seems to elude me. I can't deny the truth of what he just revealed; I had witnessed what Daniel could do firsthand. It was just so much change in such a small amount of time, nothing feels real anymore.

Sean's piercing gaze bores into me, leaving me feeling exposed. I can sense the weight of his expectation as he asks, "Can I trust you to keep this a secret?"

I muster a smile, attempting to mask just how mind-boggling this was. "Tell what?" He smiles in return.

The following day, my fever finally subsides, bringing a sense of relief. Despite this, I still spend most of my time resting.

Later in the evening when I start to feel like myself again, Sean invites me to go on a walk with him and Daniel if I feel up for it. It would be nice to get some fresh air, and I always find myself enjoying me and Sean's small conversations, so I accept.

It's been ten minutes since we've been walking. Daniel skips ahead of both of us but is still in view, and every now and then, he complains about how slow we both are.

"Maybe you're just too fast!" Sean shouts back at him.

"No such thing!"

I giggle. "What does that even mean?" I say only to Sean.

He laughs with me. "I don't know, it makes sense to him, I guess. Ever since he's figured out what he can do, he's been so obsessed with the idea of extreme."

I'm not really catching on. "Implying?"

"I'm worried he's too strong to handle himself. It's such a heavy responsibility too, you know?"

"I can imagine." I look at Daniel and then back at Sean. His eye is trained heavily on his brother like a hawk. It's sweet how protective Sean is of him. "He's so young and now has this amazing ability, I'd be overwhelmed too."

"The worst part is, I don't think he knows it's too much on him. I just hope I can stop him from learning the hard way."

"I understand. But sometimes, you can't fix everything," I pause, careful with my wording. "You have to take care of yourself too."

I'm slowly getting a better idea of Sean's life. I know he is somewhat distant from his mother, if not a lot. His brother has telekinesis, and there's no mention or sign of a father or another mother.

I wonder how much Sean knows about me, if he's trying to figure me out the same way I am. I don't know what he'll find, I know nothing about my life at this point. Every time I think about my parents, they feel like strangers. My old bedroom is no longer mine. Right now, I have nothing but what lies on the surface.

We reach the edge of a cliff overlooking the Grand Canyon, a view that never fails to leave me in awe. The sky is painted in shades of pink and orange, with bright sun rays stretching across the horizon.

I plop down on the ground, feeling exhaustion seeping into my bones. Walking all the way here turned out to be more tiring than I thought. Sean and Daniel settle down next to me, and Daniel's excitement is palpable.

"Y/n, wanna see something cool?" Daniel asks, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Absolutely!" I reply, eager to witness whatever he wants to show me. I have a feeling it'll be something I used to consider impossible.

With a mischievous grin, Daniel stares at a pile of stones, which suddenly lift from the ground and soar high above us. It's mesmerizing to watch as the rocks dance and twirl, defying gravity under his control. The power he possesses is unlike anything I've ever seen.

"Look at that!" I exclaim, marveling at Daniel's abilities. "You're like a genuine superhero now."

Daniel's face lights up with pride as he responds, "Believe me, I can do way cooler things than that."

Rolling his eyes playfully, Sean jokingly wrestles with Daniel and retorts, "Yeah, yeah, we've heard it all before, Enano. Just don't go off the deep end and start sounding crazy."

"Hey, stop!" Daniel huffs, struggling to break free from Sean's grip.

The scene is undeniably adorable, a contrast from the typical dynamic between older and younger siblings that one would expect.

Later that night, I sat alone in the dimly lit RV, my hair still wet from the shower I just took. It has been a long day, and my mind is still racing from the events that unfolded. Outside, the voices and laughter of unfamiliar faces drift in through the open windows. Other owners of the neighboring RVs, people I have yet to meet.

Feeling a sense of unease, I sink into the worn-out couch, my wet hair clinging to the back of my neck. The idea of stepping outside and talking with strangers feels uncomfortable. Even if Sean and his family are out there too. It's not like I'm close with them either. Besides, I'm not even hungry for dinner, but I am thirsty.

I wander into the kitchen, and the cold tiles send a shiver up my spine. As I reach for a glass and fill it with water, my eyes catch sight of a crumpled newspaper lying on the counter. I've always hated the news, not even because of the entertainment aspect. It just seems like a bunch of bullshit most of the time, biased opinions and nothing to trust. Am I really bored enough to read this?

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I pick up the newspaper with a sigh and settle back onto the couch. Flipping through the flimsy pages, I half-heartedly scan the headlines, not expecting to find anything of interest. But then, my eyes widen, and I nearly choke on my drink.

There, staring back at me from the black and white print, are three familiar faces. Karen, Sean, and Daniel. The names of the people I have found refuge in, safety. But this isn't a heartwarming feature or a story of redemption. It's a wanted poster, listing a litany of crimes connected to them.

My heart sinks as I read through the allegations, each sentence feeling like a dagger twisting in my chest. It's a harsh reminder that life is never as simple or straightforward as we hope. This has to be a mix-up, it has to be. I mean, fuck, I know they're practically still strangers, but they're strangers who saved my life without hesitation.

As I sit there, the weight of the newspaper heavy in my hands, a wave of emotions consumes me. Confusion, anger, disbelief. How can the world see them this way when I've witnessed something entirely different?

I carefully fold the newspaper and place it back on the counter. The sound of the RV door opening behind me sends a jolt of panic through my veins, and I swiftly turn around, my heart pounding in my chest. I can't let them know what I just found out.

"Are you okay?" Sean's voice cuts through the air, clearly noticing my nervousness.

I force a smile, trying to appear nonchalant. "Yeah, I'm fine," I reply, but my voice betrays me. Oh my god, maybe I should take an acting class because when the fuck did I suck at lying this much?

"Oh yeah, that's very convincing," he remarks, his tone tinged with sarcasm. Sean leans against the counter next to me, his arms crossed as he waits for my response. His piercing gaze makes it clear that he isn't buying my act.

I let out a nervous chuckle, attempting to regain my composure. "Yeah, sorry. It's just... I'm still shaken up about things back home. Well, if I can even call it that anymore," I admit, because hey, that wasn't a lie.

Sean nods in understanding, his expression softening. "What... what happened?" he asks gently. Then his eyes widen, and he quickly adds, "Shit, that's so invasive. You don't have to tell me."

I take a deep breath. "No, it's okay," I laugh heartily, trying to make things a little less serious. "I feel like you guys deserve to know, considering all that you've done for me already." I pause, biting my lip as I search for the right words. The memories of that night are still a blur, but in the end, they follow a familiar pattern. My father's excessive drinking, the relentless yelling, my own voice rising, and then... he hit me. In that moment, something inside me snapped, and I finally fought back. I was so fucking sick of watching my mother stand behind him, never doing anything herself. And as a result, I was pushed out the door.

I can see a sea of emotions flicker across Sean's face. Sadness, empathy. Being looked at like that makes it all sink in. "God, I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

For the first time ever, I feel like crying about it, and damn near do. Tears threaten from the corners of my eyes as my throat tightens, suffocating in the cries I hold back.

"Hey, shit changes, I guess," I try to talk myself out of it, like it's just a part of life. But fuck, I'm so angry and I want the whole world to know, and yet I stay silent.

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: So I’m writing this off vibes and what I can find from google/youtube, m’kay? Love you, thanks for reading🥀 (edited)

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(I’M GUESSING THE MBTI, HOGWARTS HOUSE, ALIGNMENT, AND ZODIAC, OKAY?! well it’s more of a guesstimate...) 

🌿ENFP 🍁Gryffindor 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Aries Sun, Scorpio Moon, Gemini Rising  

SFW🌿

⭑ Harwin never ceases to make you smile. And it was this very ability that you fell in love with, long before your marriage. 

⭑ Being at court wasn’t easy. The politics felt like a whirlwind of chaos and debauchery. You had wished your father would let you leave, but alas, he wanted you to marry someone with station. 

⭑ Within your first days there, Rhaenerya befriended you. Her white-blonde hair caught your attention immediately. But her wit and daring truly captured your attention. 

⭑ So when it was her little brother’s birthday, you and your family were invited to the celebration. And that’s where you met Harwin. 

⭑ Your father was unhappy with the courtship. Harwin Strong was barely the match that he desired. 

⭑ But you persisted since you couldn’t give a fuck about tradition. This was your life, and you were going to live it however you wish to. 

⭑ Harwin brings you up in every conversation when you aren’t there. He absolutely fawns over you. He talks about what you wear, what you’ve made, what you said to someone etc. 

⭑ And he LOVES when you wear his clothing, especially his shirts, and you wear nothing else

⭑ He is constantly proud of you, and just so happy that you’re his. 

⭑ Your wedding wasn’t huge, but it ended being pretty big because Harwin has a lot of friends (during sailing, battles etc.) 

⭑ And because he has a good heart, he helped the families of those whose male members died in battle. So many people love him and want the best for him. Therefore, your wedding was bigger than expected. People just showed up. 

⭑ Harwin cried when he saw you walk down the aisle 

⭑ He’ll randomly tilt your chin up so he can kiss your forehead 

⭑ Doesn’t care who is around, he’ll dance with you, sing for you; he’s just an outgoing chap

⭑Definitely your hype man

⭑ He gives left overs to the poor and homeless

⭑ He hates the royals and thinks money should be put into housing those who live on the streets

⭑ His pet names for you are ‘Love,’ ‘Honey,’ and a variation of her name or last name; just to tease you. 

⭑ He’s more of a morning person than a night owl

⭑ And he loves watching the sun rise and set. 

⭑ A man cat-calling you while you’re walking with Harwin, and he calls back, “I wouldn’t say that if I were you mate. She’s got a strong right hook,” 

And the guy is like ??? “Women can’t hit” 

   And a fire ignites in your belly and you narrow your eyes like a hawk looking at its prey. “Do you want to find out?” And the way you say it is so guttural, that even Harwin gets goosebumps. 

  So the cat-calling asshole goes, “sorry miss,” and sits back down. 

⭑ Relationship Tropes; 

  ✧ Forbidden Love

  ✧ Constant Banter

  ✧ He Loves Dangerous But Is Actually A Sweetheart x You Look Like A Sweetheart But Is Actually Dangerous

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Harwin would be a very passionate lover. He’d like sex to be rough and fast; ravishing you with his hands, his lips, his cock. 

⭑ He’d grab fistfuls of your hair and kiss you so deeply that you think you might faint.

⭑ Harwin would love head. He’d often fantasize about ramming your throat with his cock, burying himself deep inside your mouth. 

⭑ He would most definitely want to have sex everywhere. The library, outside in a field, on the beach shores, in the bath, in the castle hallways. 

⭑ Imagine him roughly pushing you up against a wall and pulling your skirts up, doing everything he can to be fast so no one sees you outside. His pants dropping and cock, already stiff and hard, easing inside of you. 

⭑ He’s a moaner but not an obnoxious one. His voice sounding in your ear, his pleasure racks his body. 

⭑ Harwin is more than likely a dom. Liking to manhandle you and pushing you around. Not that you mind in the slightest. 

⭑ He likes to kiss you after he cums in your mouth. 

⭑ And his favourite flavour isn’t mead or chocolate, but the one between your legs. 

⭑ He would spontaneously wrestle you to the bed, planting warm kisses on your lips, cheeks, neck, and stomach. Even then he would make you laugh, his beard tickling you.  

⭑ Oh and YES HE WOULD BE REALLY GOOD AT EATING YOU OUT. Absolutely filthy he would be. Pushing his fingers inside of you, licking them, and making you do the same. 

⭑ He loves slapping your ass, and sex is the only time he’s allowed to do that without repercussions 

⭑ Aftercare with Harwin is usually cuddling. But if sex was messy, you push him out of bed and tell him to get you a cloth so you can clean up