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MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Eleven-Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

(This will essentially be a toxic book where we are Theos fucktoy. No love here, very minimal fluff.)

Tags: 18+, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mattheo, Dirty Talk, Toxic Behaviour, Jealousy, Possessive Behaviours, Manipulation, Sexual Aggression, Angst, Emotional Manipulation, Slytherin!Boys, Weaponizing!EnzoBerkshire.

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Friday morning arrived, but you found yourself ensnared by an unwelcome visitor: illness. Your usual vibrant energy was replaced by a lethargic heaviness, your throat scratchy, and your head pounding with each heartbeat. Emily's concerned eyes followed your every move at the breakfast table, her worried whispers barely audible above the hum of the Great Hall.

Thursday had been a disaster. Despite the guild meeting's anticipation, you couldn't summon an ounce of excitement. The prospect of seeing Tom, once a source of thrill and exciting opportunities, now felt like a daunting challenge. As you walked past him, you avoided his gaze, keeping your eyes fixed on the floor and not daring to converse with him outside of a few small shared words during the meeting. Ignoring him was a desperate attempt to shield yourself from the whirlwind of conflicting emotions that threatened to consume you.

Every fiber of your being wanted to be excited, but the illness, accompanied by the haunting words from Mattheo, had drained you of joy and left only a hollow emptiness. The guild meeting, once a highlight of your week, felt like a distant obligation. Your world had shifted, leaving you adrift in a sea of uncertainty and discomfort, the very essence of your existence shaken by the turmoil within.

"Are you okay?" Emily's voice sliced through the quiet, laced with concern. "You look like you're about to faint."

"I'm just not feeling well," you replied, your voice barely audible above the buzz of the Great Hall.

The words that left your lips were somewhat true, but they were a mask over your real problems. A torrent of conflicting emotions churned within you, the chaos of Mattheo's unpredictable behavior warring with the complexities of your situation with Tom. Each thought pulled you in a different direction, leaving you in a state of internal turmoil that threatened to consume you whole. Despite your efforts to hide it, the storm inside your mind was evident in your eyes, a silent plea for understanding that you were desperate to keep hidden.

Emily's concerned expression softened into one of understanding, her eyes reflecting the depth of her friendship with you. She didn't press further, sensing the boundaries you had set. Instead, she offered you a gentle, reassuring smile.

"You've been working so hard," she said, softly. "You should cancel your tutoring tonight. You need a bloody night off--you're working yourself sick."

Internally, your turmoil grew. If only Emily knew the real reason behind your illness, the tangled web of secrets and emotions that threatened to suffocate you. The rule-breaking involvement with Mattheo weighed heavily on your conscience, a constant reminder of the dangerous path you were treading, one that was bound to explode at some point, one that was certain to bring your entire world crashing down with it when it did.

Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to confide in Emily, to burden her with the knowledge of your own reckless choices. The fear of judgment and the complexities of your feelings kept you silent, trapped in a cycle of self-imposed secrecy.

"I appreciate your concern, Emily," you replied, forcing a weak smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "I honestly think I might just do that...I'm going to tell him now."

Emily's face fell, her eyes widening with a mix of worry and disbelief. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but the words died on her lips. Before she could voice her concerns or attempt to hold you back, you were already rising from your seat, your determination etched on your face like a battle flag. With every step toward the Slytherin table, your gaze bored into Mattheo's disheveled appearance like a laser, an unspoken challenge burning in your eyes.

Your feet carried you forward with purpose, each step echoing your heartbeat which relentlessly thundered in your ears, drowning out the ambient sounds of the bustling Great Hall. The world around you blurred, the faces of your fellow students becoming mere smudges of colour as you zeroed in on Mattheo. A surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins, urging you forward even as doubt gnawed at the edges of your mind.

As you drew closer, you realized the gravity of your decision, the precariousness of the situation you were about to confront, but in that moment, you knew you were already in too deep, you knew that there was no turning back.

"Riddle."

You uttered, your voice slicing through the air like a dagger. However, it was as if your words were swallowed by an invisible void; no one at the table even remotely acknowledging your presence.

"Riddle."

You repeated, your tone sharper this time. This caught Draco Malfoy's attention, his sharp, silver eyes locking onto yours with predatory amusement. His smirk, a cruel curve etched on his lips, seemed to mock your efforts. You shot him an eye roll, dismissing his silent taunts, but it only fueled his amusement, his head tilting slightly in enjoyment. Frustration simmered beneath your skin, a restless energy seeking an outlet. Exasperation surged through you, a tempest of emotions threatening to burst from within.

"Mattheo!"

You finally exclaimed, the name carrying the weight of your frustration and determination. The word hung in the air like a thunderclap, freezing everyone at the Slytherin table in their tracks. The effect was immediate and profound. It was as if you had tossed a live wire onto the table, sending shockwaves through the once-buzzing atmosphere.

A sudden, eerie silence descended upon the Slytherin table. The lively chatter ceased abruptly, and every single pair of eyes turned toward you with an intensity that bordered on disbelief. Berkshire, Zabini, Nott, Black, Malfoy, and Riddle, as well as a few unfamiliar faces, locked their gazes onto yours, each expression mirroring a different shade of astonishment--ranging in various raised eyebrows to widened, shocked eyes.

Before you had a chance to compose yourself, Berkshire, seated directly in front of you, sported a wide, contemptuous grin, his eyes gleaming with disdain.

"Well, well, look who's decided to grace us with her presence," Enzo sneered, his tone dripping with condescension. "Did you finally tire of your precious textbooks, sweetheart? Or are you just here to make a fool of yourself?"

Mattheo's eyes widened in mild astonishment, his usual mask of indifference momentarily slipping as he watched the scene unfold. His lips twitched, almost forming a smirk, but he remained silent, keenly observing the confrontation.

You straightened your back, your gaze unwavering as you met Enzo's sneer head-on. "I'm not here to entertain you, Enzo," you replied, your voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "But if you have nothing else to do besides insult people, maybe you should consider finding a hobby that doesn't involve being an insufferable prat."

The table fell into a stunned silence, the previous atmosphere of mockery dissipating like smoke in the wind. Enzo's sneer faltered, his expression contorting into a mixture of surprise and indignation.

Zabini raised an eyebrow in mild amusement. "Looks like this raven has some fuckin' claws...watch out boys..."

Nott stifled a laugh behind his hand, clearly entertained by the unexpected turn of events. Black shot you an approving nod, wordlessly acknowledging your verbal victory, and even Malfoy, though still aloof, seemed intrigued by your bold response.

Mattheo's eyes, however, bore into yours with an unreadable intensity, a hint of something flickering beneath the surface--mixture of surprise, pride, and a touch of something more complicated. Enzo's face flushed with anger, his eyes narrowing into slits as he prepared a retort. However, before he could unleash his reply, Mattheo's voice sliced through the tension like a dagger.

"What do you want, Raven?" His tone was calm, collected, almost entirely unfazed.

Inhaling deeply, you mustered your courage and looked directly into Mattheo's eyes. "I won't be able to make it for potions tonight," you stated firmly, your voice unwavering despite the charged atmosphere. "Feeling a bit under the weather."

Mattheo's lips curled into a subtle smirk, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Under the weather, huh?" he said, his tone laced with feigned concern. "Such a shame. I suppose I'll have to find another way to occupy my evening."

There was a playful challenge in his words, hinting at an unspoken understanding between the two of you. Around the table, the boys exchanged raised eyebrow glances, their expressions laced with sadistic curiosity. Their eyes flicked between you and Mattheo, absorbing the interaction with keen interest, as if trying to unravel the depth of the connection between the two of you. The atmosphere crackled with unspoken tension, each of them leaning in slightly, eager to catch any nuances in your conversation, their curiosity piqued by the intriguing dynamic at play.

"I suppose you will," you said, your voice laced with venom. "Enjoy your evening, Riddle."

Just as you attempted to leave, a cold, harsh grip closed around your wrist, making you gasp in surprise. Glancing down, you found Berkshire's twisted face leering up at you, a sadistic smirk playing on his lips.

"If you ever need help getting that stick out of your uptight ass, I'd consider lending a hand," his eyes glinted with malicious intent as he taunted, "of course, for the right price...I'm not as generous as Mattheo."

Your eyes narrowed, fury burning in your veins like wildfire. "Mattheo, generous?" you scoffed, disbelief lacing your words. "That's the last word I'd associate him with."

Berkshire's lips twisted into a cruel smile, his eyes glinting with sadistic satisfaction. "Oh, trust me, little bird," he sneered, leaning in closer, "generosity might not be his best feature--but sometimes, when you're dealing with snakes, it's better to know which one bites less."

His grip tightened briefly before he released you, leaving you seething with anger and frustration. Mattheo's jaw clenched visibly, his fingers curling into fists at Berkshire's audacious words. His eyes narrowed, a storm of anger brewing beneath the surface, but he maintained his composure.

"Watch your tongue, Berkshire." With a chilling calmness, he spoke, his voice laced with a warning tone. "And what did I tell you about fucking touching her?"

His words hung heavy in the air, a subtle threat underlying the calm facade. The atmosphere grew tenser, and even Berkshire seemed to falter slightly under the weight of Mattheo's gaze. The unspoken tension between the two boys crackled, leaving an electric charge in the room.

But then, Berkshire's lips curled into a sinister smile, as if he'd just come to some sudden realization, his eyes glinting with malicious amusement.

"My apologies, Riddle," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, glancing around at all of the other boys at the table. "I didn't realize she was off-limits...but, I have to say, it's quite intriguing, isn't it? The way you guard her so fiercely. Makes one wonder just how close you two really are."

Your irritation swelled, the annoyance becoming almost tangible. How had you thought Mattheo's snark was bad? This guy was in an entire fucking league of his own.

"What truly intrigues me is how someone as insufferable as you manages to function on a daily basis," you hissed, each word dripping with venom, spat out through gritted teeth. "I didn't think it was possible to be more arrogant than Mattheo, but I suppose congratulations are in order. At least you win at something, unlike Quiddit-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Berkshire erupted from his seat, his face contorted with rage, poised to confront you, stalling your lungs in your chest. The rest of the boys swiftly intervened, seizing him and forcefully yanking him back down into his seat, averting a potential escalation of yet another confrontation, each of them exchanging uneasy glances.

Mattheo's demeanor was a storm of barely restrained fury, his eyes dark and blazing with intensity. Despite his efforts to remain composed, the anger seeping from him was palpable, casting a shadow over the entire table.

You shot a scathing look at Berkshire, his gaze avoiding yours as he muttered bitter words under his breath, unwilling to engage in anymore direct confrontation.

Despite the tension, your voice dripped with disdain as you whispered, "bloody pathetic."

The words hung in the air, heavy with disgust, lingering like a ghostly mist--and before anyone had a chance to say anything else, you turned on your heel and left the hall. Each step echoed the frustration and anger that churned within you, the atmosphere thick with the lingering tension of the encounter. As you stormed down the corridor, your footsteps reverberating off the stone walls, you couldn't shake off the seething anger that clung to you like a second skin.

The distant echoes of the Great Hall's chaos faded into the background as you retreated into the quiet corridor, seeking solace from the storm you had unleashed. Just as you began to regain a semblance of composure, Mattheo's voice cut through the air like a sharp blade, his frustration palpable in the way he growled your name. You turned to face him, meeting his intense gaze, where anger and concern danced in his eyes like a tempest.

"The hell was that, Raven? What were you fucking thinking?" he demanded, his footsteps closing in with purposeful strides. His voice, though edged with annoyance, held an undercurrent of worry. "Starting a fight with Berkshire in the middle of the Great Hall? Are you trying to draw unnecessary attention to us?"

"You think I fucking started that?" Your eyes flashed with defiance, refusing to back down despite the intensity of Mattheo's gaze.

"I won't stand there and let him disrespect me, Mattheo," you retorted, your voice cutting through the silence with sharp precision. The weight of his annoyance only fueled your determination. "I'm already your doormat, I won't be his too."

There was a challenging edge to your words, a fire that refused to be extinguished, even in the face of Mattheo's frustration. It was a declaration of your unwillingness to be treated as less than you were worth, a resolve that echoed in the defiant set of your shoulders and the unwavering determination in your eyes. Mattheo's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing with a menacing intensity. He closed the distance between you in a few more swift strides, his presence overwhelming.

"You're not my doormat, Raven," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "But if you keep pushing...if you keep running your mouth like that, you might just find out what it feels like to be truly under someone's heel...I can't keep defending you without drawing suspicion."

"Oh, look at you...big tough guy, huh?" Your defiance blazed in your eyes, undeterred by Mattheo's threats. You stepped forward, kinking your neck back to catch his eyes. "What are you going to do about it, hm? Get out the belt again? We both know I can handle more than that, Riddle..."

"You're playing with fire, princess..." Mattheo warned, his tone dripping with dark amusement as it dropped to a low whisper. "And we both know how that usually ends, don't we?"

His smirk, etched with wicked allure, deepened into a predatory grin. His eyes, like shards of obsidian, glittered with a potent mixture of dominance and danger. Leaning in, he invaded your personal space, his head tilting slightly as his gaze flickered to your lips, an unspoken challenge lingering in the air. Your pulse quickened, each beat echoing the intensity of the moment. Despite the adrenaline surging through your veins, you met his eyes with unwavering courage, a silent declaration that you would not be easily swayed by his aura of power and intrigue.

"Seems like that's all I do these days," you whispered back, allowing your defiance to blow away with the wind as you remembered why you even ventured to his table in the first place. "I can't do this anymore, Mattheo...I can't keep doing this...whatever the fuck this even is in the first place..."

Mattheo's eyes softened, his usual facade cracking for a moment as he reached out, his thumb tracing a gentle line along your jaw.

"Raven," he murmured, his voice filled with a complexity of emotions, "we're in too deep now...you and I both know there's no turning back..."

The dim light of the corridor cast deep shadows across Mattheo's features, highlighting the sharp angles of his face. His eyes, normally ablaze with confidence, were now clouded with uncertainty, a storm of conflicting emotions. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, adding to the enigmatic aura that surrounded him. As he leaned in, the scent of his cologne wrapped around you, intoxicating and alluring.

"No, Mattheo..." you breathed, turning your head to avoid his lips. "You said no strings but there seems to be a lot of fucking strings...it’s all too much…”

Your inner turmoil churned like a tempest within, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions tearing at the very core of your existence. There was an ache nestled deep in your chest, a painful acknowledgment that you were bound to Mattheo in ways that defied logic and reason. The desire for something genuine, something profound and real, clashed violently with the brutal truth that it could never be.

It was a cruel paradox: Mattheo's possessiveness, his insistence on claiming you, even in the shadowy realms of secrecy, left you feeling both wanted and yet painfully isolated. The longing for an authentic connection battled relentlessly with the reality that this clandestine affair could never transform into something meaningful. You found yourself ensnared in a complex web, a moth irresistibly drawn to a flame, unable to resist its allure despite the inevitable burn.

His games and possessive gestures were merely agonizing reminders of the insurmountable boundaries. Yet, the magnetic pull of his presence, the way he ignited a fire within you, kept you entangled in this perilous dance. Your feelings for him were perplexing, a tumultuous mix of intense desire and seething resentment. He made you experience emotions you had never felt before, confusing you with the sheer intensity of your reactions.

You hated him, despised the way he treated you, yet he had an inexplicable power over you, making you feel both alive and trapped simultaneously. The dichotomy between the pleasure he brought and the pain he inflicted left you utterly confounded, adrift in a sea of emotions, desperately searching for an anchor that seemed forever out of reach.

Mattheo's eyes softened even further as he blinked, catching the flicker of turmoil in your gaze. He stepped back, the intensity of the moment breaking as he ran a hand through his tousled hair, a gesture of frustration and resignation.

"You're just not feeling well..." he said, his voice void of emotion, as though your turmoil was inconsequential, as though your current health state somehow made any fucking difference. "Get some rest, Raven. See you Wednesday."

His words hung in the air like a bitter aftertaste, a reminder of the futility of your situation. With a final, detached glance, he turned away and spun down the dimly lit hall, his figure gradually fading into the shadows. The weight of his indifference settled on your shoulders, a heavy burden that mirrored the ache in your heart. As he disappeared from view, you stood there, alone in the corridor, feeling both abandoned and entangled, like a moth caught in a web of its own making.

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Chapter twelve->

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chxrrydrxp · 2 months

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ok so i'm so in with your theme rn and i loved your after car with jason drabble but what i really came here to say imagine poor jason todd realizes he's in love in dick's girlfriend. he doesn't say anything but he knows he can treat you better and be better for you. he knows dick cares about you but he's bad for you because he'll never fully love you but believes he can. so he watches you from afar, trying to sweet in small ways like helping fixing your car and stuff. he watches you and dick fight, break up and of course make up till the point he's fed up of watching dick play you because he's knows dicks cheating and he knows dick isn't trying to hurt you but its not fair. poor jason he doesn't want to be a rebound he just wants to give you the love you deserve.

I'm really about to break jasons pretty heart and staple it back together with this fic. apologies for the wait! I got too excited and decided to write a series about it 🥹

I'll release it chapter by chapter 🤭 and you're a genius I love ur brain 🧠

and fr dick damn near slept with every dc character that man is a whore. I'm still tryna figure out what excuse imma give him for why he is a serial man whore

all jokes aside, I'm gonna have some much fun with this.

𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒷𝒾𝒹𝒹ℯ𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉

Jason Todd x (Dick's Ex! Fem!) Reader:

chapter 1

chapter 2

warnings: this series will get heated eventually, and I'll just put a warning on those specified chapters.

this might be a long series, depends how much yall want it 🤭

Loud rain poured against Jason's window. He laid against his dark wood bed frame while reading a book. As he flicked through thin pages, the sound of you and Dick arguing could be heard from across the hall.

He wasn't exactly trying to eavesdrop, but he could make out certain sentences like “why's her name still..’. He sighed, growing more and more tired of the constant back and forth between you two. The conversation slowly moved from the room into the hall, and the argument could almost be heard throughout the whole manor.

“Dick, I cannot do this anymore. I'm tired. I'm tired of being confused about your feelings for me!” He could then hear Dick's annoyingly condescending voice. Another tired sigh escaped Jason's lips as he ran his fingers tiredly through his dark strands. He rolled off the bed, put on a loose white tee, and slipped on black house shoes.

Pulling the door back, he wasn't even noticed by the two of you until his deep voice rumbled through the hall. Even as a quiet, “The hells’ all the commotion, I'm tryna read damn it”, his voice caught your attention. You felt slightly embarrassed. But the anger just wouldn't let up. “Sorry Jason, just go back to your room,” Dick pleaded, leaning against the wall with a frown. Jason rolled his eyes at Dick's continuous attempts to sound like an older brother, and his eyes flickered to yours.

Noticing your red eyes and a tear of anger falling down your cheeks, his jaw relaxed and he almost looked concerned. “You alright?” His soft voice coaxed you out of your bubbling fit of anger. “Yeah...I'm okay…I'm just gonna go home..” Your eyes stuck back to the floor and then you walked away, leaving the two brothers alone. Dick began to walk away, only stopping in his tracks at the mention of his name.

“Dick…you can't keep doin' this man-” Dick spun around shooting a cold glare at him. “Doing what? You think I want to hurt her?” Jason's eyebrows furrowed. “You're not doing a good job of proving me wrong.” Dick walked away.

You dropped your keys on your marble console table, falling onto the couch with a sigh. You knew he wasn't right for you. This cycle of toxicity would go on and on forever unless you stuck your foot in the ground. The repeating doubts about your relationship circled your mind almost daily. You and Dick had been together since late middle school days. You went everywhere with each other and attended every dance together. You were both practically attached at the hip. You had everything in common and could get lost in various topics for hours.

But, that connection had seemed so far away. So long ago. Like a distant memory. The romance in the relationship felt like it was fading, but neither of you was ready to let it go. And it puts a strain on your relationship, even without romance.

You curled up on the soft sofa, bringing your knees to your chest and feeling stinging tears well in your eyes. You knew it was bad for you. God that's all you ever thought about. But it hurt too much to even consider ending things. He was so familiar.

You don't know how much time has passed by of you being stuck in a constant loop of repetitive thoughts, but a knock on your door shook you out of your trance.

“y/n? It's Jason, can I come in?” You quickly wiped your eyes with your shirt and straightened yourself out. “Be right there!” You cringed at that obvious wavering of your voice. You reached the door, opening it slightly so he could only see your upper half. Your head was leaned downward as a half-assed attempt to hide your tear-stained face. “Hey,” was all he said, with a faint sheepish smile. You lazily nodded at him. “Need something?” You'd hoped you didn't sound angry at him. “Well, I came here to ask you the same thing.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, a familiar habit of his. “Come in.”

(yall I cannot think of a title omg)

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blouisparadise · 5 months

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23) With Gilded Wolves On The Wall | Explicit | 13,300 words

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The night was cold and bitter, much as he was. Though it was only early evening, darkness had already fallen over Winterfell, the snow a thick white blanket coating the grounds and the spires of the First Keep. It wouldn’t be Winter for a while according to his father, but Harry could tell that it now felt like it was on its way. The cold wind whipped his dark, tousled curls back and forth, biting at his cheeks until they were pink. He wrapped his fur lined cloak tightly around his tall frame to keep out the cold. It worked for the most part. “I won’t marry him,” Harry said into the night, his voice steady and confident; the exact opposite of how he felt. If he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought she left since he was only met with silence. Dead leaves rustled in the trees below like they were whispering their approval of his defiance against his family’s orders. “You will,” Anera replied calmly, her expression neutral.

24) Autumn At Fairbridge Hall | Mature | 14,438 words

It is October 1817. Mr Louis Tomlinson hosts an Autumn Ball and a Fox Hunting Party at his estate Fairbridge Hall, intending to find suitable husbands for his younger sisters.

25) Wedding Bells Will Never Ring For Me | Explicit | 14,807 words

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After a failed proposal a few years back, Louis gets an unexpected invitation to his ex - Harry’s – wedding

26) In Deep Devotion | Explicit | 15,672 words

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“I think the folk here think I’m an Omega,” Harry voices out loud. His suspicions began shortly after he arrived to Wright. Wherever he goes, this strange behavior follows. That type of treatment reserved for Omegas.

27) Bend The Rules | Explicit | 16,823 words

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Prompt 588: Lous hires a ‘ghost cooking’ service because his family is worried he’s not eating well and he wants to impress them by showing them what an amazing cook he’s become. The service includes sending a discreet cook to your house and have them get everything ready so that you only serve and take the credit. Problem is, his sisters (can be OCs if that’s more comfortable) get to his flat earlier than planned and the actual cook has to hide in the master bathroom for hours. Louis is mortified. The cook is amused and helps him to clean and well. Gives him a thorough service. Feel free to pick your fave as the cook.

28) Give My Heart A Holiday | Not Rated | 17,222 words

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AU where Louis and someone else both like Harry but Harry obviously likes Louis and is oblivious to the other person with scenes like Harry’s sitting with his legs on the coffee table and the other person wants to walk across and Harry doesn’t see them, so they have to say excuse me, but when Louis wants to cross he doesn’t even have to say anything because Harry sits up, puts his feet down, and gives his undivided attention to Louis.

29) Wait For Me | Explicit | 17,454 words

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Moving to a new place always comes with a few challenges. For Harry, it’s trying to start over after his divorce, while still doing his best taking care of his son. Though just like every parent, he is not infallible, so some mistakes are bound to be made, settling into his new role as a single-dad. For his son, Davie, moving means he has to get used to all the changes happening in his life through no fault of his own. Discovering a secret passageway on their new property lets him form an unlikely friendship with the young man and his dog he finds on the other side.

30) Death Wish | Explicit | 22,067 words

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Louis hates vampires, he lives his life trying to kill as many as he can, night after night, year after year. He hates them. Then why the fuck is he kissing one? Again. “I mean it, Harry.” Louis says, into his mouth this time. “You need to get the fuck away from me.”

31) When We Were Young | Explicit | 22,744 words

The one where Harry finally meets Louis again after 13 years of no contact. Could they move on from the past?

32) All Tumults And Feelings | Explicit | 24,458 words

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The search for euphoria in a world that seems to be spinning out of control is perhaps what drove Louis to visit the heart of a city as vibrant as Barcelona. Everything is warm and bright on his holidays, even at night, where he finds solace in desperate lips and comfort in beautiful brown eyes that break his heart by making him realize that he has always been more fond of emerald tones covering the irises of his lovers.

33) There is Thunder in Our Hearts | Explicit | 39,649 words

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1986, Hawkins Indiana. Stoner, nerdy, metalhead Harry Styles sells drugs to the boy of his dreams, seemingly perfect overachiever, head Cheerleader Louis Tomlinson. It wasn't supposed to become a Thing.

34) Define Me Again | Mature | 54,385 words

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He's never felt so frightened in his life before, so fucking terrified for himself. And Louis. He looked down at their hands, which seemed to have been connected throughout the incident. He looked at the ring on Louis' hand, for the nth time that day. His heart hurt so bad now, he was terrified. He wanted to do so many things, he wanted to check on louis, if he- if he- God he couldn't even think about it. "Louis," he tried to whisper, but nothing but air came out from his mouth. "I love you, Harry," whispered a voice. But it was nowhere near him. Visions attacked his mind, rapidly flickering through like one would do the pages of a book. He was terrified. His entire life literally flashed in his mind, vision growing more and more weak and he fought unconsciousness. Memories and the picture of Louis lying unconscious in front of him altered and flickered, so rapidly that he felt dizzy with how fast his mind was whirring. What happens when you die? God he was so, so, so, fucking terrified. All his senses gave out, last thing he felt was Louis' hand in his and then, everything went black.

35) The Face Of Love’s Rage | Explicit | 67,421 words

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“What if I tell you,” the princess said slowly, “I can get you five kingdoms and a lover?” Harry’s brows rose. “Only five?” he said mockingly. “And a lover. Don’t forget the lover.” “I have a lover.” “Do you?” the omega tilted her head, smiling, “I think right now, you have a consort, two friends, and a hostage. If you marry Julien, you will lose a friend and gain another hostage. Do you want him as a hostage or as a friend?” Harry’s temper was about to snap and break all hell loose. His hands itched to do something with the wild creature in front of him, with her untamed spirit that seemed to mock his authority and challenge his very presence. Abigail Tomlinson, with all her secrets and sins, defied not only his status, but everyone who dared to get in her way. Always making everyone aware that the only reason she was still there wasn’t because Harry let her, but because she wanted to be. Seven kingdoms, two sinners and one big secret.

36) Don't Change Me | Not Rated | 5,279 words

Once in every fifty years, the moon shines brightly over the town of Holmes Chapel for 24 hours. The moment it turns red, any alpha pack leader becomes incredibly and outrageously powerful. For approximately two hours until it subsides, the alpha has the power to change any secondary gender. For example, an alpha can turn another alpha into a beta or omega and so forth. It doesn't matter if the chosen person agrees or disagrees, they have no choice. Once the decision is made, there is no turning back. All it takes to seal the deal...is the alphas howl to the moon, proclaiming their intentions as they stand around a bonfire, where the change will take place immediately. How is Louis going to react when his best friend and alpha leader retracts his alpha status, turning him into an omega so they can mate? Especially when Harry doesn't talk to him about it first.

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ellecdc · 28 days

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Dude, I don't know why I am asking this. But do you think poly moonwater will choose to be child free? I do think so. I mean, regulus past story and remus fury problem, I don't think they'll want kids at all

But if reader accidentally gets pregnant. Do you think they gonna keep their distance an arm lenght? I mean, I remember in the book remus trying to leave nymphadora who's pregnant at that moment (or is it after she gave birth? Can't really remember) by trying to help Harry looking for the idk the name of it, voldemort collections?

oooouuuu this is a fun question! thanks for asking; and I think that happened before teddy lupin was born and they were searching for Voldemort's horcruxes! - also, in regards to canon, I think the reason remus felt willing to take off was because he truly was sort of all alone: no parents, no siblings, no family, no friends. Plus society constantly shitting on him, plus there being a war etc etc, he felt very desperate and didn't feel like he could handle being responsible for nymphadora and a child

But of course since WE DON'T LIVE IN A WOLD WITH VOLDEMORT OVER HERE 🙃🙃🙃🙃 I think this is a valid question

(my answer is going to be SFW until the page break below - I will put warnings ahead of time for minors)

My answer would be yes, I agree that Regulus and Remus would perhaps wish to be childfree. Like you said, Remus feels like society views him as a stain and he wouldn't want to pass that legacy onto a child (biologically his or not), and he also wouldn't want to put a child through the pain of seeing their father suffer through every lunar cycle. Regulus had a horrific childhood and would be very scared to be anything like his mother or father, and I kind of see him as this guy who really doesn't know what to do with kids...he never had a childhood really, and never was around other kids until he was at Hogwarts, and by then he was right traumatized soooo yes I agree, he would be worried about having children.

As for our darling reader finding out she was pregnant? I have some thoughts on that.

I think Regulus has a deep rooted sense of duty and loyalty to his people, and ultimately, Remus and reader would be his people. Even if he hated the idea of reader being pregnant/having his child, I think he would shove that down so deep and just completely take on this role he never really wanted but hey, he's here now and he's going to do what he has to do. It was why he ended up in Slytherin (duty/loyalty to his family), and it was why he took the dark mark (duty/loyalty to his family). He took the mark because he believed that to be his role, his job in life - and if reader ended up pregnant, well, that was his duty then.

I think Remus would be a wild card. Remus never had a proper childhood either; he had to grow up really fast as he was bitten at only 4 years old. This means for as long as he can remember, he's been a werewolf. He didn't get to attend school (due to injuries/pains, scars, unexplained absences etc), he never had siblings, and he couldn't play with the village kids. So not only does he not necessarily know what to do with kids, I think he'd still have some of those "the kid would be better off without me, I can't curse another life to me and my lycanthropy) BUT I think he'd have been around Harry and loved that kid so damn much, and he'd have his friends and loved ones to help him come to terms with it.

This could be a cute fic request.

now.....as for the NSFW stuff (18+, minors don't look down here)

I have this headcanon that pureblood's have a breeding kink....they were literally bred, born, and raised to carry on the bloodline and produce heirs - so I don't think Regulus was fucking innocent in that conception LOL he would have been very excited thinking about spilling inside of reader and getting her knocked up.

in a similar vein, I also believe that there is a primal side of Remus with his lycanthropy which would ALSO support a breeding kink - truly fucks like an animal tbh and gets so turned on at the thought of filling reader up

okay sorry for being a dirty horn dog thanks byeeeee

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sualne · 8 months

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Sorry if you're already working on this but with Luffy in Croc dad what's his hobby?? Like he's the biggest ball of energy and I think if wasn't fighting wild animals as a kid he would vibrate into another dimension from lack of stimulation. Does he draw and develop his art skills, has he taken up music or is he invested with the void century with Robin? Croc wants to keep him inside and safe so what did he think would be best to entertain him or does he buy a new thing every week that Luffy says he suddenly wants to do. Yes he looks at books but is that it. Also sorry if you answered this before and I've missed waht you said, I am pretty sure I've seen all your comics on this but I haven't seen all your ask answering questions.

i hadn't gotten these questions and im so glad you ask!! :D

so! luffy doesn't have one specific hobby and croc does end up giving him whatever he wants when he suddenly gets a new obsession, one of the reason he's so excited with finding the jewelry box and getting a dagger is because it's finally something new! after that he gets really into rings and knives until it gets bored of it and switch to something else again.

about him and learning about the void century with robin i actually got a comic later for that so i won't say anything here!

im going to make this a list and explain how it goes, under read more:

Fighting: this luffy doesn't know how to fight, but he still love the concept! he gets really excited hearing stories of fights, duels, martial arts and all the rest! In practice though, since he's been so sheltered and only ever saw one real fight that ended up with people being killed in front of him as a kid, if (haha) he were to witness another real fight he wouldn't be as giddy about it as when he hears stories. he does also learn the tiniest bit of kenpo from bonclay!

Dancing: luffy in canon loves dancing (and partying), here too! he doesn't know/master any specific styles but likes to drag people into dancing with him, if no one is around he'll grab some of the smaller bananawani instead.

Singing: he's still very bad at it.

Music: croc noticed how he'd taps on thing and tried to get him to learn some percussion, unfortunately for him, luffy doesn't care about music theory and just does whatever makes him happy. he also love loud noises and croc has to find a way to stop him from making a racket at any hours of the day, it gets worse when luffy loses some of his hearing and needs to make everything even louder. eventually he gets bored of it too.

Cooking: him and croc cooks together pretty often, if no one is there to supervise him luffy will ignore recipes and common sense, making all kind of abominations. it's a miracle he never set the kitchen on fire.

Bugs: he loves them! he collect them! alive. croc is horrified one day when he finds out baby luffy has been letting some food to rot so he could observes flies and larvae going through their little bug lives cycle. later croc gives him those pinned dead bugs collection boxes thinking luffy will like it, he doesnt.

Board&Cards Games: he mostly has to play them by himself, he doesn't like being alone so he'll often ends up playing it "with" the banawanis. after he loses a few too many times against the banawanis and can't get croc to join in for the millionth time he gives up on them. even when robin joins baroques works he still expect her to be too busy to play with him and doesn't ask (she would have accepted if he had asked).

Art&Craft: he tries a bit of everything, doing it his own way meaning most of it is kind of hideous or about to fall apart, canon luffy is completely fine with that, au luffy though, he's having ton of fun at first but when he gets old enough to see that his dad cant quite fake his enthusiasm or interest towards his disastrous creations he gets frustrated and stops for a while. later, robin finds an old drawing of his and thinks its cute so he start doodling a little again for her.

basically, he struggles keeping a hobby, some like fighting, dancing, bugs and staring at pictures in geography books he keeps through his life but mostly, he's very lonely and bored out of his mind, he's depressed, that's not something that can be helped for as long as he's isolated.

when robin becomes a part of his life everything gets better for him! she spends time with him, read stories for him, helps him get out more often, they even meet bonclay and for a few years he's genuinely happy.

#crocau ask #crocodad au #<- this one gets in the main tag cause this is important lore #i probably wont be able to show all of that in comic form so im glad i get to rant about it here!! it also turned out sadder than i expecte

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wheneclipsefalls · 3 months

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Would you be willing to write a chapter where Neteyam gives Kxolo a lap dance? hehehe 😏😏😏👀👀👀

Pairing: Omega Aged Up Neteyam x Alpha Male OC

Masterlist AO3

Warnings: eplicit NSFW content, omegaverse, established relationship, power imbalance, aged up characters, anal, dom/sub dynamics, stockholm syndrome, not an exhaustive list. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Important note: This drabble takes place in the future in the Ma Neteyam universe, after the first book.

A/N: Thank you for waiting so long! You'll have to be patient with my writing on this one. It felt like word choice and I were duking it out, but I had a lot of fun writing it. If you enjoy it, as always, comments reblogs and asks mean the world to me and motivates me to write more! Enjoy<3

Kxolo shifted the feathers laying across his shoulders again. Wearing the ceremonial clothing had always been an honor and one that the alpha never took lightly but right now it felt as if the material was going to suffocate him. Still, he couldn’t let the appearance of his annoyance shine through. Especially not on a day like today. His birthday.

A day where the entire clan had come together and decided to throw a festival lasting from mid afternoon until deep into the night. He knew he had Neteyam to thank for many of the details that went into such an occasion. His sweet omega had been running rampant for the past moon cycle, organizing every little surprise and delight in secret until the big day. More times than one he had found the boy huddled in the healer’s tent to speak with his cousin in hushed whispers.

Try as he might, Neteyam had been relentless in keeping every morsel of this day a surprise and truly he had to admit that it had been perfect. His favorite food, people, music and location all rolled in together in spectacular celebration.

Kxolo subconsciously ran his thumb over the new smooth leather of his knife sheath. The same one that Neteyam had woken him up with this morning as a gift. His little mate couldn’t wait another five minutes before nervously presenting the hand crafted gift. His old sheath had been completely thrown aside and forgotten in favor of this personalized one, something he knew would continue to be the case. However, before he had the chance to thank his mate properly, they were interrupted by friends already putting into play the first part of the day’s festivities

It had been a real strain to put on a wide smile and act like his closest friends weren’t being the worst cock block imaginable.

As much as he loved the effort and true love that had gone into the celebration it was also the main thing that had kept Neteyam busy and away from their hut for the majority of their days. The boy had been zipping back and forth across the village with only small kisses to give before slipping from his grip to do the next task.

The last time Neteyam had wiggled himself off of the alpha’s lap amid passionate kissing, Kxolo had been dangerously close to insisting on canceling the lavish events just so he could have his omega back for more than five minutes. However, he could never do that. Not when Neteyam looked up at him with those golden eyes that sparkled with excitement and mischief as he once again denied Kxolo’s request to be filled in on details. How was he supposed to take that away from his little love?

“Brother, I can tell that extra year has already aged you into an old man.” Pulo settled beside him on a stump, handing over another wineskin full of strong drink. The party continued forward with a blurry of crowded dancing and intoxicated youth slipping off to hide their drunkenness.

He considered going over to reprimand them, but resisted.

Let the boys have some fun. It’s a party after all.

“I fear it is this mysterious concoction from Epok that has brought me there.” Kxolo responded but took another swig regardless. Even with his experience drinking the alcoholic fermented fruit, he had to admit that this was the strongest batch Epok had made in years. He made a mental note to keep the substance away from Neteyam. No doubt the sweet boy would be toppled over within a few sips.

“Soft as a flower, you’ve become.” Pulo teased, earning him a playful jab to the ribs. “Your little omega is already running circles around you.”

Kxolo’s eyes shifted back over to where Neteyam was continuing to dance without a care. It was a good look on him. A rare sight to behold, the eldest Sully child letting himself go. So far it had been the Olo’eyktan’s favorite part of the night, especially when Neteyam rolled his hips sensually to the beat of the base drum. At some point however, the dancing had turned into such erotica that Kxolo became ever more conscious of any wandering gazes.

He knew pushing Neteyam to Vamai would come back to bite him.

“He’s been doing that for weeks.”

“Ah, I see.” Pulo mused. “Someone missing their one on one time?”

Kxolo’s eyes shot like daggers to his chuckling friend. Leave it to Pulo to tease him on his birthday without a hint of remorse. However, Kxolo couldn’t deny that he appreciated how easily Pulo could read his emotions. Many times they required little words to communicate with one another.

“Wait, does this mean you didn’t like our little surprise this morning?” Pulo let out an overdone gasp, hand placing over his heart with a feigned wounded expression. “Surely our mighty Olo’eyktan would never wish to be away from his People.”

Kxolo rolled his eyes before swinging them back to his dancing omega.

“Of course not.” Another swig of alcohol and it burned just as much as the first.

His internal pouting, however, was cut short when Neteyam stumbled over towards him. Not willing to let the opportunity, or rather omega, slip away, his arms reached out and snatched the boy onto his lap. Neteyam’s drunken giggle rang through the air as he allowed himself to be manhandled across the Olo’eyktan’s muscular thighs.

“There you are.” Kxolo drawled out along Neteyam’s ear. Pulo’s little snort was ignored as he continued to run his flat nose over the column of his mate’s throat.

“You stopped dancing.”

“I enjoyed watching.” Kxolo reviled in the way Neteyam still blushed at comments like that, even after all this time being mated. He nosed at the rising tint blossoming over his cheeks.

“You’ve liked your birthday then?” Neteyam attempted to turn his face and get a good look at the male but his alpha was already nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

“Mmm very much so. It’s perfect.” The feathers magically no longer itched as he was embraced with the sweet warm scent of his love. He basked in the swirled of essence that had been oh so missed over the last few weeks.

Neteyam on the other hand apparently had decided this distraction would be the chance to grasp at the wineskin in Kxolo’s hands. The alpha just barely managed to whip it away before those small fingers could clasp around it.

“Ah ah, this one’s not for you, baby boy.” Kxolo struggled to hold in the deep chuckle at the sight of Neteyam’s pouting, scrunched up expression. It was clear the boy was already tipsy from the watered down communal alcohol. One swig would be enough to swirl him into incoherency and for sure then their night would be over. “Trust me, you don’t want it.”

To prove his point further, the open bottle was brought under Neteyam’s nose. Instantly the omega scrunched up even more and turned away. Kxolo’s laughter rumbled against the boy’s back.

“I asked Epok to make the drinks but if you don’t like-”

“It is perfect. Mawey, sweet one.”

Neteyam visibly relaxed but a hint of that mischief still shined through.

“So perfect that you won’t let me try it?” Despite Neteyam’s batting lashes and lip bite Kxolo was compelled to once again deny his request. Instead he opted to playfully nip at that trapped bottom lip. Neteyam blushed a deeper red, pushing back at his alpha’s shoulders. He was not easily swayed, instead wrapping his arms around the boy's waist and pulling him closer until the omega couldn’t escape the persistent kissing.

Contrary to Neteyam’s outraged little squeak, his tails flickered with excitement.

“I suppose here is as good a place as any, but do let me know if I should herd the children away, brother.” Pulo smirked but it was short lived as a harsh yank pulled at his braids. Pulo’s mate did not back down from his responding hiss. Resaal flashed him a cunning smirk.

“Leave them be, won’t you? Olo’eyktan is not required to let your jesting slip by, no matter how long you have known him.” Resaal scolded but it only lit a fire in Pulo’s eyes.

“I too am neither required to put up with your bossy attitude, paskalin.”

“So you think.” Resaal purred, back away when Pulo reached for her hips. With confidence bursting from the seams she gracefully lured the other alpha away from the pair, a welcome intervention in Kxolo’s opinion. He made a mental note to think twice before sending Resaal away with a scavenging party for months on end. He loved his friend, but Pulo often became restless without his mate to challenge that fire out of him.

“Sweet peace.” Kxolo sighed before diving back in to leave kisses along Neteyam’s throat.

“Wait wait, I have a surprise for you.”

“So many surprises, baby boy. You have done enough.” Kxolo leveled his voice to sound sweet and endearing but he couldn’t deny that a part of him dreaded another celebratory surprise, especially with his omega already so sweetly perched in his lap. So close to the goal and yet his own birthday seemed to be getting in the way of what he wanted most.

“You will like this one. I promise.” It was the waver in Neteyam’s voice that caught his attention. Hesitation clearly spanned over the omega’s features and it made his own tail perk in alert. “Come.” Neteyam demanded, taking the alpha’s larger hand in his own to pull him away.

Finally realizing that his wishes were about to come true, Kxolo let himself be pulled along. Excitement ramped higher as the omega began leading them towards the outskirts of the party. He did, however, not miss the way Vamai and Neteyam exchanged a secret look, the other omega nodding in response before running off to speak with the musicians.

The only thing growing faster than his curiosity was Kxolo’s lust as he abashedly watched his mate’s hips side to side with each step. It had been too long, far too long and Kxolo suddenly remembered what it was like to be an insatiable teenager again. He hadn’t so desperately yearned for physical affection from Neteyam since the first few weeks he had stolen the boy away.

It was an experience he had no desire to repeat, every day feeling like a battle as he held himself back from acting on his most carnal yearnings.

Neteyam led them deeper into the forest until they were out of sight of any clan members but the music still rippled through the trees.

When Neteyam gently pushed his shoulders down until Kxolo was sitting on a stump the alpha wasted no time in pulling his mate onto his lap and connecting their lips once more. He allowed his hands to wander greedily over the omega’s soft skin, squeezing at the plump flesh of his exposed ass.

“You are right, I do enjoy this surprise, little one.” He breathed out, barely letting their lips disconnect for a second. Neteyam on the other hand was slowly starting reel back and fumble a sentence together.

“Wait, yawne. This is not-” He gasped when Kxolo teeth sunk down on the exposed hickey lining his throat. “N-not the surprise.”

The alpha simply hummed in response, already getting to work on bringing the bruise back to its full color.

“Wait w-wait wait.” Neteyam rambled before somehow wiggling out of the alpha’s possessive grasp. Kxolo went to stand up and follow but he was gently urged to stay seated.

“Neteyam,” Kxolo drawled, voice on the edge of a deep growl.

“Just stay for a second.” Neteyam pecked his lips but that nervous demeanor had returned. Curiosity once again took the reins so Kxolo reluctantly listened to his orders. It was rare to see the boy so demanding and he was not about to scare its appearance away.

Neteyam took a steadying breath, nerves already flashing over his angelic features but the omega’s hands told another story. They skated over Kxolo shoulders and along the vibrant feathers. He was ready to bask in the touch without the barrier so Kxolo rashly shrugged the traditional attire off. For a moment he swore he could hear his father's rough voice scolding him.

An Olo’eyktan must always remember his status.

An Olo’eyktan does not carelessly toss such symbols.

His fingers twitched, tempted to place it back over his shoulders but then there were Neteyam’s small hands tracing every vein along his neck and collarbones. His father’s brash voice floated away and there was only Neteyam.

Only Neteyam.

The one person that Kxolo could truly be himself with. The only person that was able to wash away the burdens of leadership simply with his soothing presence.

His father was not here, it was only them.

Kxolo’s hands did their own exploring, marveling at the boy’s tapered waist and curved hips. Each male petted with a reverence that sung out like a silent prayer of appreciation. Although he could already feel his member straining against his restricting loincloth, Kxolo allowed himself to sink into the slow build up of the movement.

Neteyam’s hips swayed, but this time not from simple walking. Instead they whipped to the beat of the drum. In perfect accordance with the music, that beautiful form curved and rolled sensually. He had seen Neteyam dance before, especially when under the influence of strong drink, but this was different.

It was unashamed.

It was erotic.

One leg swept backwards in a drawled semicircle along the ground before placing his foot on the other side of Kxolo's thigh. Now practically straddling the alpha’s leg, Neteyam dragged his inner thighs along him. It rippled a shiver up Kxolo’s spine and when he looked up to find Neteyam blushing profusely, it only tempered another flare in his heart.

His perfect omega.

It was undoubtedly new territory for both of them. The closest thing that the couple had participated in were a few forbidden sensual dances at celebrations. Although Neteyam's nerves were ever present, the boy continued to grind and roll to the rhythm perfectly.

His smooth transitions spoke volumes of the time that Neteyam had no doubt put into practicing this specific dance. Thinking of the omega practicing such an erotic dance Kxolo knew it had Vamai’s name written all over it.

He went to rise and join his mate in this explicit dance but Neteyam shook his head once more, making the male sit down with a huff again. A flurry of emotions raged through him and when Neteyam turned the other way so he had an obstructed view of his perky backside, Kxolo swore he was on the edge of ruin.

His sultry gaze couldn’t stay away from the beautiful display before him, not with his omega’s sweet scent now evermore present than before. It infiltrated the Olo’eyktan’s senses until there was nothing left but the throbbing of his loins.

Kxolo went to pull him back towards him but this time Neteyam required little persuasion as he bent to hover his backside over his pulsating erection. Instead of sitting fully, the omega swiped his tail and ass gently over the area, creating figure eight patterns. It was a soft type of torture, the smallest touches creating an ravenous rush through him.

As he gripped those hips and watched the way bioluminescent lights bounced off of Neteyam’s swerving body, Kxolo swore this was the longest song in existence. The harder Kxolo dug his fingers into Neteyam’s flesh the higher the omega’s confidence slowly grew. Gone was the blossoming blush, now replaced with a flushed countenance and blown out pupils.

Kxolo was sure his little mate would deny it but there was surely a part of him that enjoyed torturing his alpha. It was evident in the way his eyes sparkled every time he had to refuse Kxolo’s demands to sit down fully.

He was tempted to stamp that mischievous fire out, to show what happens when naughty omegas taunt their alphas, but he let him continue. No matter how impatient and downright desperate he was becoming, the Olo’eyktan did not want to associate retribution with Neteyam’s new attitude too quickly. There was something all too satisfying about the push and pull of such interactions; not that he could let Neteyam know that.

Kxolo swore he no longer had control over his hands as they wandered over his body incessantly. It was extremely rewarding however when a sharp tug to Neteyam’s nipple had that familiar gasp rising to the surface. The omega stuttered slightly in his movements but didn’t let it deter him for long.

He was starting to question whether or not this was a surprise or a punishment when Neteyam stood back up and slipped out of his reach. The hanging crystals making up his shall worked perfectly to glisten in the moonlight and bring attention to every movement.

A mental image of ripping those beads off with his teeth came to the forefront. Of course Neteyam would be upset. He would also be upset at Kxolo messing up the intricate designs painted across his chest and thigh, but he would recover. The Olo’eyktan was willing to take the consequences in any form that it came, as long as it meant having his way with the boy finally.

It began to grade at his nerves this game of ‘you can look but you can’t touch’. At one point he swiped out to catch Neteyam’s tail but the omega tripped slightly and glared back at him.

Kxolo was on the edge of pinning the boy down when Neteyam finally sashayed back over to him. Sitting backwards on his lap and circling those sinful hips once more, Kxolo did not wait to be invited to have a taste. He bit down harshly at the back of the omega’s left shoulder.

The responding small mewl was a greater symphony than the entire song combined. It laced the contours of the drums increasing build in a perfect masterpiece.

Neteyam struggled to continue the choreographed movements as his mate’s groping became strategically calculated. Those long fingers tickled and swirled along his most sensitive and private areas, ones that only his alpha knew by heart. When a warm palm slid over the front of his loincloth to cup him, Neteyam jerked back with a little shriek.

“That is not part of the show.” He managed to quip back.

Kxolo simply chuckled, hand now slipping underneath the waistband.

“Perhaps the encore then, little one”

“Let me finish.” Neteyam whined, hips already bucking upwards on the contrary.

Kxolo’s hot breath tickled at his ears until those soft lips were tracing his right ear’s shape.

“You will finish, omega. As many times as I decide.” That dark promise sealed his fate within a breath. It was endearing to watch the way Neteyam still squirmed and insisted on getting to the end of the song, even as his small cock twitched with each stroke against it.

He would make it up to the boy later, let him do the dance to his heart’s content, but Kxolo was tired of waiting.

Even an Olo’eyktan has a limit to his patience.

“You keep trying to run off, rude little thing.”

Neteyam whimpered, muscles in his legs finally giving out as the pleasure became too much.

“Just b-been busy.” He exhaled out an exaggerated breath, finally letting the alpha dispose of his loincloth and get to work. “Wanted to make it per…ah…perfect.”

“It is perfect and so are you. Now stop trying to steal my omega away from me. Otherwise I can’t promise to always play nice.”

Neteyam started to rut up against the male’s hand in rapid motion, but all that did was rub him back against Kxolo’s member tortuously.

“Or fair.” Neteyam gritted out between clenched teeth.

Kxolo chuckled darkly before tucking his chin over Neteyam’s right shoulder, giving him the perfect view of his mate’s twitching cock in his grasp. When Neteyam began to shudder and shake, eyes clenching shut with a cry, the Olo’eyktan simply cood out mocking praises and kissed his sweaty temple.

It became ever so clear that he was not the only one wound up after so much time apart.

Neteyam’s body had become familiar terrain for the alpha. Even a shift in his scent could trigger how close his omega was to finding sweet relief. It was a fact he took advantage of quite often because there was nothing more addicting than pulling out new sounds from his mate’s lips, that is besides the feeling of Neteyam’s tight heat milking him for all he is worth.

“P-please c-can I…hmm….need to….”

“Perhaps.” Kxolo mused, placing another kiss to his shoulder blade as he sped up the pace.

“Daddy please!”

A feral grin spread over his lips.

“Cum for me.”

Neteyam followed the order almost simultaneously and when he did Kxolo gave in to his intrusive thoughts. With sharp fangs he gathered a chunk of beads and strands and ripped them away violently. The beads went flying in every which direction but now there was a no layer of protection between Neteyam’s soft skin and Kxolo’s torment.

When his fangs sunk into the supple flesh, Neteyam shook uncontrollably.

He took his time nursing and sucking at the mark until his mate was whining and trying to pry Kxolo’s hand off of his overstimulated length.

The omega’s chest heaved up and down in a rapid pace but Neteyam’s wafting scent told him everything he needed to know. It spoke of that still ever rising desire, a flame that was easily recouping to match Kxolo’s own.

“Soaked for me already.” Kxolo whispered, rolling his own hips up until Neteyam’s arousal was staining the front of his loincloth.

“Alpha…” Neteyam reached back, fingers trying to grasp onto something; anything. They found a hold on the alpha’s waistband and that was all the encouragement Kxolo needed to rip off chuck the garment away.

Were this any other night the Olo’eyktan would watch that neediness grow, appreciate every shift in Neteyam’s demeanor until his omega was so fucked out that pleas bled from his lips uncontrollably.

Tonight, however, Kxolo found himself just as insatiable. Every minute without that tight hole wrapped around him was another of the alpha’s torment. Neteyam only made matters worse as he began to rub back against him, almost as if he could find a way to slip his alpha’s cock inside of him just from grinding.

Kxolo’s hand snatched the front of Neteyam’s throat so fast it expelled all the oxygen from his lungs in a burst. Eyes rolling backwards, he rolled his head backwards to rest against the alpha’s collarbones.

“Baby boy.” He growled. Using the other hand he reached beneath them and positioned the tip just barely at Neteyam’s slick entrance. “You’re going to take all of me, aren’t you?”

Eyes glistening with tears, Neteyam nodded hazily while pushing back.

Not good enough.

“Say it.”

His bulbous tip slipped just past the rim and Kxolo had to bite back a plethora of curses.

“Daddy I want to take all of your cock. Please!”

With one smooth thrust, Kxolo seated himself fully inside of the omega.

Who was he to deny such pretty pleas from his little mate?

“Great Mother, Neteyam! How did this little hole manage to get tighter?” His chest rumbled fervently and Kxolo once again felt another oral fixation coming on. The pretty marks covering Neteyam’s shoulder captivated him endlessly. Refreshing the color could never hurt.

“R-ready. Ready ready ready.” Neteyam babbled.

It was tempting to tease it out longer but Kxolo’s hips seemed to have another idea in mind as it took all of his concentration to not buck up into him. When he did, however, the result was electrifying. That clenching cavern fit him so perfectly, letting him carve out the space until there was not a doubt that this angel of a being was his.

No matter how many times they intertwined so intimately, nothing could ever erase the awe that washed over him every time Neteyam allowed him inside. The awe that they had finally made it, that they were mated and one before Eywa.

It was as if Neteyam could read his mind because he was quickly reaching back behind him to connect their neural queues hastily. As with every other time, warmth crashed through him boldly. It was the greatest satisfaction to feel his mate’s pleasure strumming through the bond, to know that he was pleasing the love of his life.

Their movements quickly became messy, spiraling out of control as Neteyam tried to rise up and down in tandem with Kxolo’s thrusts. When their lips found each other once more it was nothing but animalistic, a frenzy of urgency that neither was willing to live with. Had a clan member found them now, Kxolo was sure they would be shocked to see their naturally composed Olo’eyktan so untamed, unable to gather the slightest restraint.

That was the beauty of it.

Neteyam from the very beginning had brought out a side of him that he could express nowhere else.

Those special pieces of him belonged to his omega and his omega only.

Kxolo had to admire Neteyam’s rebounding sex drive. His fragrant essence was already tipping towards that natural burst of ecstasy quickly.

“Look at you. Already to the edge and ready for more.” Embarrassment was far from Neteyam’s mind, simply content to soak up the praise without objection. “What did I say?”

He plummeted to that special bundle of nerves and Neteyam couldn’t hold back his vibrant cry.

“As…..nahh….as many times as you decide.”

“Good boy.” Kxolo’s eyes shut on their own accord as his hips snapped upwards frantically. “Don’t hold back on me. Want that glimmering cum painting you inside and out.”

“Yes Daddy.”

If the trembling was any indication his mate was just as close to coming undone as he was. A new resolve sparked within him. The Olo’eyktan increased his efforts tenfold but then there was a small hand grasping his jaw. Neteyam’s tongues forcefully pushed its way past Kxolo’s lips and to the alpha’s surprise, claimed that area with ease. Their groans danced heatedly into the kiss until it was hard to recognize which taste was his own versus Neteyam’s.

The omega’s gummy walls squeezed around him just as Neteyam bit down on his lower lip. The pain rippled into a beautiful harmony with the height of his pleasure as they both reached peak together. Kxolo’s body took control, arms reaching out to make sure that not an inch of space could be formed between them.

Pelvis flush against the omega’s ass, warm seed painted those inner walls.

Through the bond he could track the moment Neteyam felt that primal claim. Even when Neteyam’s own release died down he was forced to ride out his alpha’s release through the bond. It shook him to the depth of his core.

Kxolo slumped forward against him, body shaking from the aftermath.

Several long moments passed with only heavy breathing to fill the silence. It was borderline painful to still be seated inside of such a tight channel but Kxolo didn’t dare to allow a gap between their bodies.

His stamina would ramp up again and once it did, he didn’t want the slightest chance of his omega teasing and running off again. Not that it would be possible in the first place. From the way Neteyam laid back against him completely limp, he figured it would be out of the question.

“I hope you aren’t too wrecked yet, baby boy.” He mocked, lips flickering up into a grin.

“As if.” Neteyam’s confidence wavered in its execution as his voice still trembled.

“Glad to hear because I know one last birthday gift you can give me.”

That perked Neteyam up, their eyes meeting finally.

“My omega all too myself.”

Neteyam’s lips parted.

“No more chores, no more late night tasks, baby boy.”

Neteyam giggled softly.

“I hope you don’t have any plans tonight or tomorrow because the only place I want to see you for the next day is in my bed.” Kxolo didn’t hold back the possessive growl lacing every word.

Their tails wrapped together until they were intertwined.

“Deal.” The omega whispered before connecting their lips in a soft kiss.

“Happy Birthday, Ma Kxolo.”

“Happy indeed.”

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anadiasmount · 9 months

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Could you do one about how Christian would be as a dad to be? Like during pregnancy and when the baby is born please?

i’m guessing you wanted this as a head cannon? if not i hope you don’t mind if i do it like this ❣️

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when you reveal to him ur pregnant, he’s in utter shock. which makes you feel uneasy, until you feel him bend down to his knees and hug your stomach. his head laying on your abdomen where he talks with the baby. he cries and pours his heart out of him being so happy and grateful for you. “is this actually real? i’m going to be a dad?”

despite his heavy and hectic schedule he still attends the doctors appointment every time. he drives you there, opens the door for you, holds your hand, and even checks in with the receptionist for you. while waiting for the midwife, he talks to you about the nursery, and the different color schemes he likes.

you have to reassure him every time you wince at the cold sensation of the gel, bc he gets so concerned, only wanting for you to be comfortable and safe. he holds your left hand constantly kissing it, as you watch your baby through the ultrasound. “look at the baby! i want to meet them already…”

his brown eyes widen when you get to hear your babies heartbeat for the first time. he shakes his head with excitement, and tells you he wants to hear it all the time. he even goes out to buy a baby heart beat monitor. “christian, seriously?” “can you blame me? i love the sound. it’s our baby’s heartbeat.”

throughout the pregnancy he makes it the priority for you to be relaxing and resting at all times, making you feel completely helpless. you’re so used to moving around and getting different tasks done, so when this happens you just have to bite your tongue. knowing christian is so protective of you and his baby. “don’t you dare move. i’ll be right back.”

you sometimes take trips to different to baby stores to check out the cribs, clothes, beds, carriers, strollers, some bottles, breastfeeding pumps, etc. he’s such a dad already, and researches the best products so the two of you can buy. “i saw this stroller online, it’s a 2-in-1. let’s go check it out.”

when the day of gender reveal comes around, the two of you decided to head north to Hershey, where all his family and yours reunite to celebrate. you asked his sister to surprise you, and she couldn’t back down on the idea, more than ready and excited to do so. especially since you helped her with hers. “OMG I WOULD BE SO HONORED!”

he’s dressed in a white button up, and you with a tight white dress with brown sandals. you kiss his cheek and jaw when you feel his hand nervously draw shapes on your bump. “you okay chris?” “yeah. just nervous that’s all. we finally get put out our misery,” he’d joke.

the long debate of whether it was a boy or girl ends, when you the color blue pops out. you immediately let out a small laughter and began to let out a couple tears of joy, which causes christian to softly kiss you and wipe them away. “we’re having a baby boy! a mini me running around!”

the next few months fly by. the now impatient waiting for your due date to appear. the constant cycles of going to pee, take frequent naps, weird craving, insomnia kicking ur ass. but despite it all, christian is there to guide and help you. “how can you eat that?” he’d say, “oh shut up. it’s this or me being cranky. so you decide…”

one thing you especially love is where he pulls out his guitar and sings to the baby, where they respond by kicking your belly when they hear the small noises. christian also reads to the baby, his head on your bump while reading nursery books. “you see here? this story is about how the piggy went to market.”

the day before labor, you feel the contractions and cramps. taking small step around the house, your hair in a messy clip, sighing and breathing in and out. christian is there to help you practice breathing methods, and timing the contractions before it’s go time. “ready? 1,2,3,4… let it out… there we go… again….”

after ur water breaks, you began to get nervous and filled with anxiety, but he reassures you everything will be okay. “i’m here baby. i’m here for you and our baby boy okay? scream, cry, laugh all you want.”

christian ties you hair up, holds your strong grip hand around his and you walk around the hospital room, he wipes off the sweat and applied cold wraps around your head to ease the heat. he whispers words of encouragement to you, rubbing your back and abdomen when the pain gets bad. “i’m going to change this okay? this will help your back better. just breath baby, im here for you.”

christian gets a bit light headed during labor, especially at the sight of his baby coming out of you. he just nervously laughs it off, holding your hand and encouraging you to push. the relief on your face once you let out that final push and hear your baby cry, ends his misery and wait. “you did it baby! i’m so proud of you…”

when he finally holds his baby, he cries. especially when the baby wraps his hand around christians pinky. feeling the bundle of joy in his arms is the most happiest day of his life, right after meeting you of course. all you can do is tiredly watch as your boys hold each other. “he’s so tiny” he coos, “he has your brows and lips…”

when coming home he helps you inside the house, going back and forth to gets the bags, and baby carrier. he heats up some pads and some water for you to make some coffee or tea. he puts your feet up to reduce the swelling and kisses your head while holding you. the baby sound asleep in your arms after feeding him.

with one hand he opens the nursery door, the baby occupying the other one as christian hold him secured. you follow behind him, wrapping a hand around his tattoed bicep. he looks around proudly at the monsters inc decorated themed room, before whispering, “welcome home theo… daddy and mommy love you so much…”

#i had to add the small reference to monsters inc 🥹🥹#christian pulisic blurb #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic #christian pulisic one shot #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x you

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four-leaf-loco · 5 months

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I've seen absolutely not enough Omegaverse Gale/reader (or Tav) fics and so I will becometh the giver of fruits.

A Breath Forever Kept

Gale/Reader (NSFW | 🔞)

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Breeding kink, heats, pitifully short sex cause lets be real if the effects of heat were real sex would be so short... BUT ITS NOT ABOUT THAT it's about the DEVOTION, gender neutral terms but also not beta read I wrote this on my phone in one go so read at own hornyyy risk friends

Act2 spoilers too so BEWARE

You poke at the fire from under the blanket you stole from Gale's tent. It still smells like him, parchment of looted books and his musk. The part you have tucked over your scraped knees is easily sniffed at absently. The iron fire poker you hold grows heavy while the crickets and frogs chirp with their delicate songs of love.

"Growing comfortable, my love? Are you in need of any more nesting materials? Blankets, capes, robes-" Gale pauses as you pull him down to kneel besides you in the dirt.

Karlach whistles teasingly and the two of you blush. "Just sit with me." You ask of him.

"Easily, and may I say: enthusiastically done." He smiles, pulling closer to you and wrapping his arm around your waist. You smile back at him feeling warmer already. "And your heat? Has it erupted yet?" He asks hushed, the twinge of barely concealed eagerness in his voice making your insides twist and squeeze. His pupils blow wide, no doubt getting a whiff of your fresh release of pheromones.

"Not quite yet..." You murmur, nose burying into his soft tunic collar. Setting the poker down to wrap around completely against Gale's torso. It's so soft and warm, his body sturdy like most alphas. He pets your back and runs his other hand over your forehead to check your temperature. His every touch pulls a shiver from your core.

You can hear Karlach lament about wanting the touch of an omega, and Astarion scoffing. Lae'zel offers a comment from her infinite githyanki wisdom, "Quiet, beta, for the touch of even an istik omega can quell a gith alpha. You know not of the power held-"

"That's quite enough, we're already disturbing those two love birds from their little courting ritual." Shadowheart scoffs. The conversation ensues to other albeit similar topics and easy laughter.

You relax at the banter of your friends, feeling safe despite the lack of a truly safe nest. Gale's tent will have to do. Being the only omega in the party is difficult, well asides from Isobel, but her heats are well managed by her goddess' will over cycles. Isobel's alpha lover, Aylin, gave Gale a stern warning, something about Selune's wrath if he fails to protect those Selune blesses most, especially since you had saved her and Shadowheart from the grasp of Shar. Gale gave her a full hearted promise to never betray your heart. A promise he gave to you earlier under Moonrise.

It was quite handsome of him, to assert himself against the threat of Aylin's wrath. She could easily break him but alas...

"Take us to your tent, Gale." You whisper into his neck. His hands exit the blanket, scooping you up into his arms. He smiles charmingly as ever as you wrap your arms around his neck to stroke his locks and aching glands. His pheromones puff out in excitement, "I promise you a night of fully fulfilled needs and freely granted wants in our tent." He whispers.

You kiss his neck glands and his hands tighten around the softness of your thigh. Your muscles are relaxed from his ministrations. He's all you need in this moment, through the night, and forever beyond that.

The tent had been set up further away than usual to give the two of you more privacy. You can still see the glow of the fire from this distance but the escalating conversation can only vaguely be heard. Everyone begrudgingly agreed that leaving the real vicinity of camp was dangerous seeing as their enemies still lurk. With the two of you distracted by passions driven by heat it would leave you two unawares.

"Ready, my love? Anything else you need from me before we begin our intrepid night of bonding?" He asks and you shake your head. You had set up refreshments and food with Gale earlier as he dote on you.

"I'm ready." You whisper, nibbling his neck, "Anything you'll give me."

"Gods, you're everything. I'd give you the yolk of the world to consume, if only you'd ask for it."

"I don't want the world, I just want you." You sigh, "You are a greater treasure than you think, Gale Dekarios." The man in question blushes and squeezes his eyes shut; pushing his face into your neck. When he reconstitutes his tempered arousal he sets you and himself into the tent. You're set on the small nest Gale had secretly made for you, and you huff. This man is truly a romantic. He takes your hand in his, kissing each finger and several times on your palm. He trails his finger down you wrist, then holding your hand. His other hand moves up to stroke with a single deft finger to your chin and down your neck.

It pulls waves of heat from your core like the moon and tides. His cock twitches in his night pants, and you see it in your lower periphery. You touch the bulge, pulling Gale further into your orbit. He falls on his hands and knees over you, sniffing at your neck desperately. His warm breath puffs in time with your pounding hearts. You want to steal his breath, kissing him voraciously like a starving artist trying to please the Goddess Sune with your new masterpiece. You leave your bite marks on his neck, marking him with your love and your claim. He returns the favor, hands working to undo the buttons of your shirt and pants. He's ravenous, and you tell him so, pulling a laugh from him so husky and sweet.

You free his cock from his pants. It springs up and the heat from it radiates onto your stomach. His own shudders at your touch. His muscles clench and release.

"Let go, take me, breed me. Make me yours completely Gale." You pray to him, beg him like you're on death's door, your last hope looming over you with equal need and devotion. He gives into instinct, lifting your hips to meet his and nudge his head against your wet hole. It's so slick due to your heat, already marking your nest with it. The slick cooling against your thighs. "The one folly of heats is that I do not need to worship you." He laments, "But Gods-" he cuts off as he enters you, for once his thoughts interrupted and stolen from him, mind smothered by you.

His nose buried into your hair he presses further until his hips greet yours and his hands press divots into your flesh. They flex in time with your thighs shaking around Gale's own as they propel his cock into your willing, no, eager form. The tadpoles in your brains link your minds and share the pleasure you're feeling. His hips stutter out feeling the warmth of your gut in his, and the plain need for him to claim you as his omega. He bites into your neck glands, the tips of his canines sending bliss through you, and orgasm shaking your core and bringing him to his own end. Returning the claim makes his hips buck uselessly as he gasps, hands gripping your hips to grind your bodies together as he knots your hole. It's extra warm when he fills you with his seed, forgetting for a moment the herbs you'll take come morning to be enveloped by the bliss of being bred by your alpha.

"When we reach Waterdeep, when this is all over;" he pauses to catch his breath, "I'll make sure to treat you to the mating you deserve. Our lovemaking accompanied by the piano and the aroma of our favorite candles. A proper nest I'll make for you." Panting he kisses your hand, starting with your pinky and making his way lazily over to your thumb. Kissing your palm, then your wrist. "I've never been as utterly devoted as I am to you. Look at me, for the second time tonight wishing to put a ring on your finger."

"Gale..." You respond weakly, wishing nothing but to return the sentiment but words escape you. All you can do is give a dreamy smile. Gods, it feels like a dream.

He helps you get the most comfortable in the nest you can be as the knot calms. The stretch is intense, but the pain is indiscernible with the addled state of your mind due to heat. All you know is a foggy state of euphoria.

He situates you on top, secure in his arms and your weight pressing downwards, further connecting your cores. His arms make sure the connection is comfortable, as lax for you as possible.

The night wanders onwards as you enjoy your heat with your mate. Over and over again you'll make love. Whimper and scream out your devotion as the others try to sleep. Gale quiets you with kisses though it pains him to have to do so. To silence such a beautiful creature, a handsome visage.

When morning comes your heat extinguishes with the night. You wake with Gale fast asleep. His arms are around you, protecting you best he can with his body against the entrance to the tent. The morning light is bright and warm, casting liquid gold onto your forms. You feel his seed dried against your thighs and hole, sighing in bliss at the knowledge that he had come inside many times, knotting you. Loving you. He stirs as you do, his instincts in tuned with yours now more acutely now that you're mated. He smiles as his eyes crack open.

"The light of morning illuminates your welcome sight." He says with a handsome morning grumble. His scent smells chuffed, happy. Content.

"We should get married." You blurt.

Gale coughs in surprise.

"You said you wanted to last night." You tease, hand reaching up to playfully tug at a lock of hair.

"Of course I'd want nothing more than to marry you. But perhaps we wait for a more opportune time. Back at my tower at Waterdeep- wait until it's our tower. Until we are properly settled." He placates as he grooms your hair with his fingers.

You give a fake pout, tugging a bit harder than you maybe should. "That's acceptable, I suppose... But you can't stop me from ring shopping when we reach Baldur's Gate proper." You tease.

"I can't say I would be upset at that prospect. I for one will be waiting to commission you a respectable Waterdhavian proposal ring." He says with a playful, but equally serious, lift to his voice.

You sigh in bliss. "What more could I ever ask for?"

"Maybe-" he starts, but you catch him in a kiss.

It continues until Halsin comes to check in on the two of you.

"I was sent to ask if you are interested in joining the group to Rivington? Though, I doubt it if last night was any indication." He chuckles and you groan.

"Thank you, friend, but we will be staying in today." Gale answers, stroking your head with a bit of a chuckle. You know he's eager to show off his claim to the other alphas, it's only natural. But it's also natural to want to keep you safe in the nest until you have recovered.

Gale sighs, content. His body fully relaxes again but awake and aware. He stares down at you. You look at him. The urge to mate has largely subsided, the heat short because of the bonding. His eyes gleam with warmth of the sun, like beautiful cracked marbles filled with hopes and dreams. He reaches to close the tent fully, keeping your scents trapt inside and his eyes darkened like endless pools of devotion.

He arches a brow at your silent observation, kissing you again to steal your breath.

You count it stolen, and forever kept.

#gale x reader #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #the whole crew is here lol #omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics

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idyllcy · 1 year

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I was your pinata, she was a star charter

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: The library boy... he's cute.

You rush into the library, tote bag in arms and book in hand. You aren't too excited to start school, but you suppose that studying at the library will help, somehow. The smell of paper and cloth covers fills your lungs as you step to the tables. The tears of the sun spill in through the stained glass windows, and you rub your arm gently. It's warm. The last drops of sun before the clouds cover his glory and destroy you. You wonder if a good cry will help you out.

You set a mug on the table and pry open your laptop.

The words on your laptop drive you insane. The lines and lines of literature grasp your mind, forcing you to focus and read the phrases. Nothing goes through your mind like it's supposed to. You grow tired of the lines, head dizzy, and mind a mess over the assignment. You hated seminars. You don't like sitting and reading. You hate this. The crown of thorns tightens around your head, and you feel that familiar feeling of disgust crawl up your throat.

How lovely.

"Um... hello?" A voice fans the clouds forming above your head.

"Yes?"

"The library closes in five minutes," He smiles.

You turn to face the boy, and you pause.

He's gorgeous. Holy shit. You thought he'd look old because his hair was white, but the only thing going through your mind was over how angelic he looked. Your lips part as your eyes trail to his lips, and you swallow unconsciously. He's pretty. His green eyes are almost clear with how pale they are, and his skin is a deathly shade of peach, but he's so pretty. You're in love. Is that what love is? Oh. Great. You're in love with a random librarian working on campus.

WELL, WELL, YOU CAN'T BLAME YOURSELF!! HE'S GOT PRETTY CLOUDY HAIR AND THAT CLASSIC PINTEREST ACADEMIA OUTFIT!! HE'S JUST REALLY PRETTY!! HE LOOKS DAZZLING. HE HAS THOSE PRETTY GLASSES AND THE DAZZLING RUBY CHAIN HANGING FROM THE EDGE OF HIS GLASSES. HE LOOKS PRETTY, OKAY??? IT'S NOT JUST A YOU THING-

"Sorry," You snap out of your trance. Does he think you're weird for staring at him for that long? You hope he doesn't. "I'll pack up."

"Thank you," He smiles.

As he leaves, your eyes trail back to the document on your laptop. You got... a little work done. Barely anything. You sigh to yourself as you toss what needs to be discarded and shut your laptop. Well, at least you met someone cute. You hope he works here often.

The boy works here four days a week. He's here on three weekdays and Saturdays. He usually organizes books or sits at the front desk, checking books in and out. His coffee order is an oat milk latte, and he drinks more tea than coffee. He has never once shown up without his glasses or knitted vest. It's just his style of clothing, you suppose. Nothing bad. You liked how he looked. It offered some semblance of chaos in a library that was prim and proper. You like it. It reminds you of the clouds.

The sun burns into your skin as you walk toward the library.

It's become a spot where you hang out often. You sit there and do your homework, biting and chewing on your lip as you read through more files than you can digest. Your stomach churns with disdain as you scribble onto your tablet. You want to leave. Please. You miss frolicking in the fields and living like a protagonist. You aren't the lead of the story now. You're just a character in the background to support others' growth. You trip and tumble over pebbles and boulders until the main characters end up together, leaving you in the background.

You don't know if you like that role too much.

Yet, as you set your tea down and pull out your laptop, you wonder when the cycle will break. You don't possess beauty as Psyche does. You hold no wrath of the gods for being beautiful beyond what Venus could ever imagine. You prayed that somehow, someday, you could be as beautiful as the princess herself. Perhaps the arrow of love would graze someone on accident, and you would finally live to be the center of attention.

Though, all of that was just pointless daydreaming.

You finish the last of your tea, checking two things off your to-do list, three more. Three more, and then you could rest for the night. The sun is starting to set, the hairs on your neck straightening from it. The light from the sun places itself on your skin, burning down your back as you finish another two assignments.

Before your final one, you turn to the side to stare at the pretty librarian. You lean on the palm of your hand, watching the way the sun coated his back in gold. The chains on his glasses look gold under the star, and you take note of how prim his fingernails were. He didn't bite them, and his hands looked elegant compared to the ones you were used to. Even your own nails are damaged because of how you used to bite them. The skin on your nails struggles to grow back because you still pick at them.

You grow nervous too often. You can't help it.

You turn your eyes to your laptop screen, fingers clicking on the keyboard.

The sun sets with the moon's chasing, and you close your laptop once you finish your final assignment. You tilt your neck to stretch it, your bones cracking as you do. The glass cup is empty of the latte you got earlier from the local coffee shop. You slip everything into your bag and wrap your arms around it, pulling out a stuffed animal to rest your head on. You don't feel like going back to your dorm.

You close your eyes, resting your head on the cushion. A quick nap couldn't kill you.

"Hey, time to wake up."

Your lashes flutter, and you sit up slowly. Your muscles ache. You don't like the sleeping position you were just in. Yes, you started drooling because it was a DAMN good nap, but your back is not having any fun at all. That was not a good nap for your body. You're going to need to stretch when you get home. You crane your neck in an attempt to soothe your muscles. It's not working.

You lean back, locking eyes with the male.

"A-ah!" You jump in your seat. "Is the library already closed? I'm so sorry!"

The male jumps back at your sudden movement, and you shove the stuffie into your bag. You probably pissed him off. Oh, no. You don't know if you want that. What if he kicks you out permanently because you hindered closing time? That wouldn't be good. Then, you wouldn't be able to come back and stare at the cute librarian ever again.

"I'm so sorry!" You bow ninety degrees to the boy, and the male looks taken aback.

"No, no!" The boy stutters, waving his hand. "Don't worry about it! You seemed tired, so I thought it'd be better to have you leave last. You still have two minutes."

"I'm so sorry again!" You grab your stuff, heart racing as you rush out of the library. Ah. How embarrassing. You hope he doesn't think badly of you after that. You can't believe you almost slept until closing.

You check your phone.

Huh? Closing was ten minutes ago. Are the clocks inside the library broken?

The gates of summer make way for the guards of fall, the burning rays of sun replaced with falling foliage. The steps to the library are covered in orange and brown, the latte in your hand replaced with a cup of diluted earl grey tea. You don't know why you're trying it. Maybe it's because you saw the cute library try out the tea the other day. You're at least glad that you added milk and sugar. Hopefully, it keeps you awake like your caffeine did.

Your lips part at the sight of the cute library boy jumping into a pile of leaves. Your cheeks grow warm, and you gasp. He's... jumping into leaves? You watch the leaves flutter around him, and time seems to slow as you watch him. He's pretty. Though his hair is in his face as he's hidden behind the pile of leaves, he's pretty. A giggle slips past your lips unconsciously, and you slap a hand over your mouth. Shit.

You rush into the library, praying that he didn't see you laugh at him. Embarrassment burns at your neck as you sit down at your usual spot. He's cute. Even if you couldn't see his face clearly, he was pretty. Your neck grows warm as you recall the scene, and you take a sip of your drink to calm down. You have assignments to do. You don't know if you could survive if he had seen you.

You don't actually recall what the librarian looks like. You remember staring in awe at his beauty before rushing off because it was closing time. You wonder if his hair is actually soft to the touch. Maybe... you'd ask him one day? Maybe you should get his name first.

The cloud covers the sun as you reach into your bag for the textbook. You hate the stupid course. Why couldn't they have been kind like the other professors and used a book that's available online? Oh, were you not supposed to say that? Oops. Oh well. Not like you're the only one. You don't know how many of your other classmates are doing things their parents would kill them over.

You chew on your bottom lip as you submit another assignment.

The sun is long gone at this point, and you wonder if you should actually make use of the free time you have left. You want to stalk the cute librarian. You wonder if you could ask him for book recommendations. Maybe he'd give you one that you actually like.

You grab your bag, tucking everything in. You'll check out a book before you leave. You're craving murder. You'll read about that.

"Ah, sorry," You step to the counter. "I was wondering, since you're the librarian, if you had any book recommendations? I wanted to read something like murder mystery."

"Well," You tilt your head at his cough. "I'd recommend Conan Doyle or Agatha Christie. Have you read And then there were none?"

"Ah, no," You tap your chin. "Which area is that book in?"

"I'll go with you," the male smiles.

"Thank you..." You pause to squint at his nametag.

"Nagito Komaeda." He starts walking. "Please call me Nagito."

"Thank you, Nagito," You trail along behind him, and your internal monologue goes wild. He looks so pretty. His back is so pretty. Oh, god. You sound like a pervert right now. You're going to go insane. Your neck is warm, and you nearly crash into him as he stops. Your heart jumped into your throat from that. You didn't need him to kill you before you even got to know him.

You stop behind Komaeda as he reaches for your book, and you stare at the way his arms reached up. He's got little to no muscle. He's incredibly thin. You think he looks a little healthier compared to when you first met him, but you suppose he might just be like that. It wasn't like you hadn't put on weight since starting college. You should've paid attention when your teacher talked about the freshmen 15.

Komaeda grabs the book while you're lost in thought and you don't even notice how close you are to him. You flinch as he turns around.

"Sorry!" He gasps.

"No, no!" You wave your hands in a panic. "I'm sorry for being so close! I was looking at the other book."

You pull out a romance book from the shelf, and Komaeda flushes. You don't even notice that it's a romance book.

"Are you more into romance?"

"I like both," You look to the side, spotting another book. "Ah, speaking of which. Have you read Growing Pains? I heard it's really good."

"I have," He smiles. "It's a really good book. Have you?"

"No," You shake your head. "Shall I read it?"

"Yes," Komaeda grabs for it, sliding the book on top of the stack in his arms. "How about It's a soulmate thing? You're holding I'm here, so I assumed you might-"

"Yes, please," Your eyes sparkle at the sight of the cover. "I'm a sucker for soulmate stories."

"I'm glad," He reaches for another book. "and... Seashells and Sketchbooks?"

"Mermaids!" You gasp. "Sorry, I've read that one. I loved it."

"It's good, isn't it? I love it too." He smiles.

"What's your favorite?" You stare up at him, batting your lashes.

"Growing Pains," He mumbles, looking to the side. "It took my heart and crushed it in the best way possible. I can't get over the ending. You?"

"Hands down, it's Sketchbook and Seashells," You mumble. "I'm here is a close second. Both of them were so gentle and fluffy. I was living in a cloud while reading both of them."

"I'm willing to bet that you'll like Growing Pains more once you finish the book." He looks you in the eye, and you fight the urge to shrink under his eyes. "Hm?"

"Sure," You smile. "What does the winner get?"

"We'll decide after you read the book," Komaeda takes the book from your hands.

You're on autopilot until you return to your dorm. He's so pretty. Komaeda is so dazzling. Your heart is racing a million beats a minute as he checked out your books for you. You can't stare him in the eyes. He's just too pretty. His hands are so nicely kept, and you recall the way his pale eyes had stared into your soul. You would cherish the book. You can't believe you're doing this. Your heart is racing from a boy you barely remember the face of.

You flip through the pages, jaw dropped and heart cracking. There was no comfort in this book. It was completely angst. You don't know what you're doing, yet you can't stop reading. You've cried through a box of tissues already, and your assignments are stacking up, but your heart is crying in agony. It's been 11 chapters. Your mind is breaking as you do. You don't know if a gallon of ice cream is going to cure you of the childhood trauma the two experienced. Curse slow burns. You're going mental over this.

You emerge from your room four days later with fish eyes and a broken and poorly mended heart. The ending was cute, but your heart is not. Neither is how you look. There's no way you can return to the library with a stuffy nose and puffy eyes. You'll take another two days before going back. Komaeda was right. It is your favorite book now.

You hate him.

You toss the tissues and the trash, splashing water on your face. You still need to read the other two books. You're praying both of them are nice and fluffy.

They are.

You're saved. You're safe. You're cheering so hard right now. Your heart is saved.

You slam the books on the counter, dark circles present. You don't know how many days you haven't been to the library, but you're just about ready to beat someone up. "You. I'm going to strangle alive."

Komaeda hums, taking the books from your hand.

"I take it that I won the bet, then?" He scans the books back in.

"Yes." You sigh. "You won, but I want you to read Lonely Kids."

"Sure," Komaeda smiles. "So, since I won, I want you to read another handful of books."

"Oh?" You tilt your head.

"Read Stay With Me, Hold my Hand," He smiles. "It's a series."

"Alright." You mumble. "I'll scalp you if it makes me cry."

"It might," He pauses. "It's by the same author as Growing Pains."

"I'm going to cry, then," You grimace. "It's so beautifully destructive. I love the way they write. The whole world is built around you so beautifully only for it to be torn into shreds."

"Yeah," Komaeda smiles. "Though, this one will make you cry harder."

"I'll read it over break," You sigh. "Thank you, by the way. And Then There Were None was a really good story."

"I'm glad." You pull your bag, and you head off.

You won't tell him that Lonely Kids is a smut book. He can read between the lines by himself. You hope he at least likes it. You're a whore for that author's books. He could throw a book into your stomach and make you throw up blood and you'd still cry over it. That was how much you liked that author. But you suppose that he wouldn't do that to you. You don't know. You cried over "Communication is Key". You don't know how much you can take from that author. One of these days you're going to throw up over a book from how hard you cry.

You don't know if you want to read any more of Komaeda's favorite author. Your heart hurts from Growing Pains enough.

You check your phone, and you stand in line at the coffee shop. What was the librarian's coffee order again? You swear it was... something... you don't remember. No, wait. You do. He's been bringing the woody tea lately. You learned that the other day in class. Patchouli? The... plant. That might be best. Even if he doesn't like it, it doesn't taste bitter to the tongue. You wonder if he'll mind the spice.

"One Patchouli tea and one milk tea please," You smile.

"What kind of tea for the milk?"

"Earl grey," You hum. "Fifty sugar for the milk tea, and twenty five sugar for the regular tea."

You stand on the side, rocking on your feet. You hope he likes it.

He does.

You watch him grow visibly brighter at the sight of the tea, and you relax under your breath. He likes it. He likes the tea. You'll keep that in mind next time. He looks really happy at the sight of tea, and you can't help yourself. "Uh, do you like tea?" You mentally wince at how awkward that sounded.

"Yes!" Komaeda clasps his hands together, and you mentally cheer. "I have a preference for tea that isn't bitter. I can't taste many things because of my medication, you see."

"Medication?" You tilt your head. He's sick?

"I'm being treated for a couple illnesses." He hums. "Sorry."

"No! Don't be!" You gasp, horror setting in. Did you just make him feel bad? You hope not. "I wish you a speedy recovery. Please take care of yourself."

"Of course," He smiles at you, and you wonder if he's sad. His hair is still in the way of his face. You're starting to get impatient. You want to see how he looks. You're going to kill someone at this rate. Why was it so hard to see someone's face???

The leaves on the trees empty out quickly, and you find yourself holed in the library more and more. Your midterms are coming up. You're going to stab yourself. Why couldn't they have just assigned you a research paper? That would've been so much nicer. Ugh.

Someone taps your shoulder gently. "Would you like some help? I took that class already."

"Yes, please?" You stare up at Komaeda with doe eyes. "I'm losing my mind over the subject."

"Does giving you the test and correct answers count as helping?"

"Yeah," You stare up at him, chin tilted to the ceiling. You take note of his lashes. Holy shit he has nice lashes. "Do you have it?"

He does. He hands you his laptop, and he shares a google file with you. It's a blessing. An angel has been sent to you from above. Cupid himself is blessing this marriage. This is a blessing in disguise. Maybe you are Psyche in a different way. Maybe you're actually the main character for once. Even if you aren't, you're happy with what you have currently.

You work on your laptop with Komaeda, the boy making small talk with you. He has a nice voice. His voice is airy, and it soothes you. It does more than your tea for some reason. You're a little sleepy from his voice. You wonder how well you'd sleep if you were to sleep with him. Ah, how foolish of you. Those thoughts are fleeting, and you close your laptop as you finish checking it out. You hope he doesn't get offended if you nap while he sits next to you. You need rest. You haven't slept properly in days.

You don't remember much of the conversation, but you know that you're going to nap well.

"Thank you..." You mumble. "I owe you."

You don't hear his answer.

You do, however, wake up to him shaking you.

"Closing time," He smiles. "We're the last ones."

"Alright," You mumble, rubbing your eyes. "Thank you. It was very warm."

"Of course," You follow Komaeda as he takes the trash.

The stars sparkle above your eyes, and you exhale. Hopefully your midterms will go well.

Psyche never knew the face of her husband. She had been told that it was a beast, something that was beyond what a human could handle. She had been sold because she was worshipped, yet her husband was gentle without a single candle. Whenever she wanted to see him, he would not let her. She was told to never see his face. Yet, love presents itself in its best form for everyone. You want to see Komaeda's face properly; Even if he runs.

The book in your hands breaks your heart over and over again, an endless cycle of death. You wonder if that's what it felt like. You want to curl up in the book and never touch anything else. You want to wrap your arms around the characters and assure them that there's nothing ahead, well aware that what lies ahead is only heartbreak. It hurts to watch people in a world beyond yours crumble because of the laws of fate. It hurts you.

You finish the book, heart torn from your chest, tears threatening to ruin the book. It hurts. It hurts to watch people love in an apocalypse be torn apart and destroyed. It burns your throat. You don't like it. You want to break into the author's home and cry on the floor and ruin their carpets. What an awful person you are.

You go to the library again once you've finished the trilogy. It was good. You wonder if Komaeda would be willing to sit down and talk about it with you. You had a couple of questions for him.

Your heart is going a million miles an hour right now. You can't believe you did it. You asked Komaeda to coffee. Would it be too much of a rush to ask him out today? Would it kill him? Maybe it would. You might have a harder time asking him out today. Maybe just one coffee date at a time.

One turns to two.

Two turns into four.

Four turns into an indefinite number.

You like spending time with Komaeda. He calms you down visibly, and your heart grows softer as time passes. Maybe you got used to how loud it was. You think you learned that somewhere. Sensory adaptation, was it? You don't know. You just know you're embarrassed beyond belief and in love with him horribly.

Ah.

You like him.

You like him as the wind finally pushes his hair back and as he goes embarrassed from your staring.

You like him as he brushes his hands on yours as the two of you sit down to drink the coffee.

You like him as he's chasing you in a field of flowers that the botanist majors care for so much.

You like Nagito Komaeda like a girl has a crush on her senior; and you're terrified. because while in the millions of stories you lost yourself in they get the boy, not many in reality do. You're terrified of losing what you have currently. There's just something that's drowning you alive.

It's like stepping into quicksand, sinking as you struggle against it more. You thrash desperately against your own feelings, waiting until it consumes you until there's nothing more. You want to give yourself to him wholeheartedly, yet you don't. Cupid's arrows have never hit you, so you wouldn't know. You hadn't even remembered what Komaeda looked like until the wind blew his hair out of the way. There's no way he likes you back.

Yet, as Komaeda's cheeks grow red from your ministrations, you think you have a fair chance.

"Nagito," You breathe, staring at the male.

"What?" He stares at you.

"I like you."

Komaeda goes silent, and for a moment, you worry that you've offended him.

Your mind spirals as you sit there in silence. It's... confusing. Did he not like you? Why was he taking so long to respond to you? Maybe it hurt to answer? Maybe it was strange? You fiddle with your fingers as he processes the words. You want to step away, yet you want to hear an answer from his lips. Would he answer you?

One minute turns to two. Two minutes turns to four. Four minutes turn to five.

Maybe he wouldn't answer you. You should probably take a step to the side and let him process it for a couple of days.

You open your mouth, your throat dry. You want to say something. Could you? Was that an option? Your heart is fighting to break free from your chest. You're dying to do something. Can you... tell him? Was that an option? You can let him reject you. You'll mull over the rejection just fine. It's not like you're expecting him to say yes to you. You'll just sit down and cry over it later.

"Say it again," Komaeda grabs your shoulders, cheeks flushed. " Please. Say it again."

"I... like you," You mumble, looking to the side, a sudden embarrassment on you. "I like you a lot."

A silence is thrown over the two of you, and you brace yourself for rejection.

Komaeda's hands shake as he presses them to your cheeks, tilting your face to face him. You stare at him, your heart ringing in your ears. Your cheeks are warm, and his hands are practically vibrating. You're scared. Is he going to reject you face to face? Is he going to reject you while looking into your eyes? Oh, how cruel he was. You look back to the side.

"Look at... me," Komaeda's voice is shaking too.

You open one eye to stare at him.

"I like you too," He whimpers. "I like you a lot too. I'm infatuated with you. It was as though Cupid had grazed my skin with an arrow the first time we met. I adore you to pieces. I can't... I can't think of living without you."

Now it's your turn to get embarrassed. Pupils blown wide with excitement.

"You like me too?" You grab his wrists. "You do? Oh, tell me you do."

"I do," Komaeda swallows slowly, and you hear your pulse in your ears. "I do adore you so much, darling."

And you cry. Silent tears that trickle down your cheeks. You cry the tears of the stars, twinkling and burning your heart as your confession is accepted. You sob silently, hand over your mouth and tears trickling down your cheeks. You're ecstatic. You're... loved. You aren't in the background anymore. You're finally someone who isn't used as a staircase for others. Hopefully Komaeda stays with you.

Komaeda pulls you into his chest, running his hands through your hair.

Maybe you could stay there forever, even if you were a background character.

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copiousloverofcopia · 8 months

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omg i would kill for a Copia POV with him being desperate to get his prime mover pregnant.

Having him be all excited and ready to be a daddy 🥵

Well, let's just see what I may have here....

....oh here you go, some Copia POV ready to be a daddy!!!

Now We Wait

Also available HERE on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut

In my many years on this Earth, there was only one thing I ever truly longed for—a family. I have lived a life most would consider privileged. Enjoying the spoils of the Ministry, with the best education the world had to offer, apprenticing under the most skilled of conjurers, scholars, and musicians, and finally the coveted position of Cardinal. A position I had I obtained through great personal perseverance.

All of it however, amounted to nothing—not really anyway. It is no secret that I was a lonely child, never knowing where I came from. Only that my parents were at one point devoted to the Ministry. Their lives, sacrificed in service to Lucifer. The thoughts of their conviction gave me strength, guiding me to push on—even though I might never know their names.

Eventually it was not enough, my soul longing for more than what the Ministry could offer me. My days in the Abbey, spent mostly in solitude when I wasn’t balancing books and jumping to heed the old guy's every whim. I was left with a sense of emptiness, gnawing at my insides like the rats at their cage.

Then there was you, my bright and sweet sorella. Your smile, like a beacon of hope from the moment I first saw it. Calling out to me in my darkness and guiding me into your light. I knew it then, as you passed me by, the scent of your perfume lingering in the air. You were my vero amore.

I wanted nothing more than to love you–to give you everything. I still struggle to comprehend how a creature, of such grace and beauty, could ever want anything from a tired old man such as myself. A man so lonely that he spent more time in the company of his rats than with the rest of the world. But you did.

Choosing to share with me the world seen through your eyes—and your love. Two things I will forever treasure. When I unexpectedly ascended to the miter, you were there by my side. Making me feel higher than even my title could bolster. We were the things that fairytales were made of. A story that felt too good to be true, but despite it all there was still something missing.

Now as I sit in my office, a well-planned, quiet moment in between the next cycle of the tour, I can't get my mind off it. I have done the research. A shocking amount, if I am to be honest. Paying close attention to the signs that you’d be ready for me. And amore today is the day.

“Cope, Aether said you wanted to see me?” you asked as you entered my office. Your veil flowing behind you as you walked through the doorway. Already that sweet smile on your face. My heart immediately began pounding, heavy in my chest and my palms sweating just at the sight of you. My hands, trembling in my lap as you got closer.

“Si, come in, come amore.” I beamed, motioning for you to take a seat on the old black leather chaise. Praying that you didn't notice the shaking. I rose from my desk to greet you, and it was clear from the look on your face you could tell I was nervous.

“Everything alright?” you asked, crossing your legs and patting the spot beside you.

“Of course, I am sorry, I am just a bit…ah…nervous.” I admitted, trying my best to pull it together. Hoping that once the words left my lips you wouldn’t laugh, run, or both. Praying to Lucifer that you had wanted it too.

“Cope, I can’t imagine there's anything for you to be nervous about. Come here, you can tell me anything. What's going on?” you asked again. I knew I couldn’t stall for long, but as badly as I wanted this, I struggled to find the words to say. I sat down beside you on the chaise, my thigh pressing against yours. Getting as close to you as possible beside you before I confessed my innermost desires.

“Well, you can’t be nervous about this.” you chuckled, your eyes falling on my lap. The bulge in my pants growing from being close to you. An obvious sign that I needed you, but today the urge was so much more.

“No, of course not.” I laughed, knowing full well you had spent too many moons beneath the sheets in my chambers to count. Not to mention a wealth of other locations within the Abbey. Both of us, covered in sweat and the glow of glorious sin. Your body, my altar of worship, and mine yours. There was nothing about each other that we didn't know. Nothing we hadn't done before, but it was still hard to tell you why I had asked you to meet with me.

“My love just spit it out, I can tell you got something on your mind. Come on now, I can take it.” you laughed again. Pulling a smile from me, even though my nerves were fried. I placed my hand on your thigh, feeling that you too were shaky beneath it. Were you nervous too? Was there somewhere inside you that knew what I was thinking? I couldn't be sure.

“I—I have been giving this a lot of thought lately cara.” I began, stumbling through the words like it was the first time I'd ever spoken, stopping as I felt you place your hand over mine. The way you stared back at me, your eyes filled with such happiness. So beautiful that I might lose myself in them before I'd finish my thought.

“Go on.” you urged, chewing on your bottom lip. Something that drove me absolutely mad with lust—wanting to taste those lips for myself.

“I am Papa now and well…" I began, watching your eyebrows raise up. Waiting for me to continue. "I want—I want us to have a baby.” There it was. I had finally said how I felt aloud. No denying it or pretending now. My words, hanging in the air between us for what felt like forever as I waited your reply.

“A baby?” you asked, your smile falling and replaced with a more serious visage. I felt like I would crumble. Worried I had miss stepped, as I often do, and made you upset. Made you feel like I was pressuring you, but despite that I continued on, leaning over to kiss the crown of your head. Breathing you in a moment to ground myself before I answered.

“Si amore…I want us to have a child. To be family. It is a thought that consumes my mind. It's been something that I've been thinking about since I met you, but I can no longer deny it. Is–is that something you want too?” I asked you, the words leaving me so fast I wondered if they had really been said. Then to my surprise you kissed me. Those sweet, soft lips pressed into mine. Like silk gliding against me. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of you. My cock straining tightly against my pants–I wanted you so badly.

“Is this really what you want?" You asked, pulling back a moment to catch your breath, "This isn't something she's pushing for?” I knew who you meant. It was no secret Sister Imperator was concerned about the lineage of the dark papacy but she had nothing to do with this.

"What she does or does not want cara…is of no concern to me." I told you, the smile returning to your face. Your eyes heavy as they traveled over my chest and back to my lap. Your mouth parted for breath, waiting for me. “I want this more than anything.” I hummed, pulling your lips back to mine. Sliding my tongue along yours. Slippery and wet as they danced together.

You climbed over into my lap, and I could feel the heat of your core, hovering just above me. I drew in a sharp breath as you pressed yourself against the swell of my cock.

“Oh Cope.” you mewled as you rubbed against me, my hands instinctively pulling away your veil. Your fingers, working to unbutton my shirt as I tried in vain to undo your bra. The damn thing giving me the greatest trouble it ever had, as if just to spite me.

"Fuck." I kissed under my breath.

“Here.” you laughed, undoing it for me and guiding my hands to your breasts. So soft and full. I could only imagine how they would change once you were pregnant. How your whole body would bloom with me inside you.

“I need you now.” I moaned, as you continued to grind against me. The heat of your cunt teasing me with each roll of your hips. My own rising from the cushion to meet you. Begging for you to let me inside.

“Then take me.” you smirked. A command I was all too willing to obey. Working around you so that I might unzip my pants. Freeing my cock. The tip, red and already wet with need as I kissed you deeper. My thumb teasing at your nipple and my other hand slowly stroking my shaft.

You didn't even bother to slip out of your panties. My favorite black lace ones you sometimes left for me to find in the bottom of my drawer. My cock twitched as I saw them, knowing that you’d be leaking into them for the rest of the day. Your cunt dripping with my seed.

I watched as you touched the bud of your clit, drooling a bit as your eyes stayed intently on my cock, sliding up through my hand.

“Get on amore, I need to be inside you.” I commanded, staring deeply into your eyes. Both of our mouths falling open as you allowed me inside you. My length, slowly pushing through your folds and gliding against your walls. Your body, so aroused and all because of me.

I was in awe of the way you felt. So perfect for me, tight and wet. Molded as if you were made just for me. A perfect fit that had me biting into my lip to keep from release. A fact you noticed. Smirking at me as you watched me come undone.

"I thought the whole point was for you to cum." You muttered, breathy and a hint of teasing in your tone.

"Not until I make you cum first." I vowed, holding your hips as you rode me. Lifting up to meet with your stride. Over and over, feeling your cunt squeezing all around me. The flood of tingling and warmth inside—Hell sent.

"Oh, fuck Papa…make me cum." You moaned into my ear, grinding yourself down harder. I can't say what happened, all I know is that the next thing I knew I had you on your back. Legs pressed up towards your chest, one of my own on the floor for leverage, as I pounded away inside you. Pushing myself as far back into your cunt as I could—ready to cum against your open womb.

I thrusted hard and deep. Your body, tugging against me with each pump of my hips. Your cunt, refusing to let go as I took you. I panted hard and the sweat beading up on my forehead and beginning to disturb my paints.

My thoughts only on how incredible You looked as you writhed beneath me and how even more beautiful you'll look as you carry my child.

"Farai di una madre così bella il mio amore. Dì che porterai in grembo mio figlio." I stuttered against your calf. Kissing and licking you there. The sweet salty taste of your skin, covered in sweat from our efforts. You buckled down, your insides bearing down all around me as you came. Moaning and shaking as the fluid gushing from between us and spilling onto the cushion below.

"Yes Copia! Yes please! I want it too! I love you! You cried out. Your cunt clenching hard against me, already so close to cumming again. I wanted to keep going, to revel in this moment between us—but you felt too good. So warm and so soft around me. The minute I felt your walls squeeze again I lost it. Spilling my seed deep inside you.

"Ah! Ah! Amore, I love you too. You and I are one. Make me a father!" I called out, still thrusting into you. Hoping to pack all I could against your womb. Praying to Lucifer that not a drop of it goes to waste, so you'd conceive for me.

The haze of our lust and love dissipated slowly into the afternoon. You, sleeping soundly on my chest, exhausted from our endeavor still laying on the chaise. The door unlocked and not a care in the world as to who might see us. I kissed your forehead, rejoicing in the beginning of our future.

"Cope," you began, still very much in and out of your slumber, "do you think it took?" You asked me, nuzzling your face against my chest. I smiled, trying to shush you back to sleep. You would need your rest for what was to come, then I whispered gently to answer you.

"Si…but for now we wait."

Notes:

vero amore- true love

Farai di una madre così bella il mio amore. Dì che porterai in grembo mio figlio. -You'll make such a beautiful mother my love. Say you'll carry my child.

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yiotarot · 2 years

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Where do You go from here?

Hello, this is first my first pick a card reading, please note that there is a trigger warning in here on one of the piles and if you’re not in a place to read it now, then save it and read it later when you are ready.

I did this collective reading for people who don’t quite know where they are going and are in the process of ending a cycle. I hope it can be of some help. Only for entertainment purposes. Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t and if you don’t feel like its for you then pick another pile. If you’d like to book a paid reading you can do so here.

So pick an image you feel drawn to...

Pile one:

Where do you go from here overall? Queen of cups reversed, Pause: may moments calm and sustain you (sea soul oracle card)

Pile one you are normally taking care of others and are now choosing to give yourself that care and comfort you normally give to others. You might be emotionally drained, sometimes you unconsciously take on other peoples pain which you do not need to absorb and take on. Don’t give too much of yourself, you’re beginning to learn how to step back and be responsible for your own emotions and reactions. You’re being asked to take a break and breathe, quiet your mind.

Where you are currently? The magician, new moon in Gemini: Communication is key (moonology oracle card)

You’re currently reassessing your life and planning what you want out of it. This is in the beginning phase and you are motivated to welcome change/ create new opportunities. Research, read books and watch tutorials to help you. Now is time to talk to about your dreams or write them down if you aren’t comfortable with sharing them just yet. This is a fresh start, you can wipe the slate clean and dream bigger, theres so much more you are capable of.

Where do you go from here? Knight of wands, the chariot

You have that spark or idea, now is time to go for it and move forward (you have your sight set on it). You’re using your magic and firing up that plan to go after what you want with a clear vision. Don’t be afraid to experiment and take some risks! (within in reason of course). Use this motivation and energy to push yourself into new territory, take the actions towards your goals/intentions. You’re more than capable of getting what you desire when you put in the work and use that passion.

What action do you need to take? Eight of swords, Free: may your soul sing freely (sea soul oracle card)

You might feel like you are in a difficult position and unable to get out of it, your thoughts negative and limiting beliefs. This is all in you head and how you talk to yourself. Remember how caring and comforting you are with others? Well now its time to turn that on yourself, would you talk badly to others? Then why are letting your inner critic be harsh? You have the power to change your reality by changing your thoughts and how talk to yourself. Don’t let your thought hold you back or limit your progress. Free yourself from the negativity, you don’t need to control everything. Maybe you should do more things that make you happy? Sing, dance, exercise, do something that distracts you from those thoughts.

Advice and support? The fool, South node: Don’t let your past hold you back (moonology oracle card)

Take the leap! You’re more than ready to go for it and take some risks. This will be an exciting time for you to learn and navigate life through a different lens. Don’t let old ways of thinking or the opinions of others/self limiting beliefs hold you back. The past has been acknowledged and you are on your way to healing and a new start. You’re deserving of a clean slate...Don’t let the past hold you back from doing what you love!

Signs: 15:15, wings

Pile two:

Where do you go from here overall? Six of cups, Gratitude: may you honour all that you receive (sea soul oracle card)

Ahhh pile two, you’ve really got me....this is a love reading/your search for being open to find love again, I normally don’t do these but alas this is for you.

Overall you are looking back at your life and enjoying the memories, the nostalgia. Maybe daring to go back to a dream of when you were child? Or releasing your creativity and passion. You recognise what you are thankful for and are able to give to others freely without expecting anything in return. Looking back at the past you are figuring out what it is you want in a romantic partner and life.

If you’re not quite there yet and want to connect with your inner child, be creative or spend time to play/ be with kids. Bringing out this expression could make you more sure on what you want in love/life.

Where you are currently? The chariot, Faith: May trust steady your fears (sea soul oracle card)

You have sat with yourself and asked what it is that you want, you know yourself and what you can give. I feel like you are moving on from a situation or a person and outdated beliefs regarding love. Maybe in the past you had standards that no longer fit with the person you are now and that’s okay. Trust your inner guidance, you know what’s right for you or not. Be brave and step into the unknown when you are ready, it’s brave to put yourself out there.

You are loved no matter the outcome.

Where you go from here? Nine of wands, Knight of cups

I feel like in the past you might have been through struggles and hard times when it comes to relationships. You put in more work and poured in your emotions to your relationships and they were more one sided.

You need to analyse your feelings and emotions in regards to your relationships and dynamics. Fill your own cup before you give more to others. Find a way to express yourself whether that be art, writing or practice gratitude. Understand your emotions and where they will take you, tap into your intuition.

What action do you need to take? The tower, New moon in Libra: a new romantic cycle begins (moonology oracle card)

I feel like you will be freeing yourself from a previous outlook, there will be a change that shakes you to your core and this will allow you to build stronger relations. Like something will just click for you and you will need to reassess like said before on what you want in life and relationships in general. The walls you built will be crumbling down (its time to heal).

Its time to restart and implement the changes in your life. With change comes uncertainty, but you in a position to try something new, give and take, be balanced. Are you giving what you would like in a relationship? Talk through things, communicate your feelings and don’t allow yourself to put your guard up.

Advice and support? The magician, North node: Step out of your comfort zone (moonolgy oracle card)

Don’t be afraid to step out of zone and put yourself out there! Now is time to experiment, see what you like and if it doesn’t fit you then be honest. Go to new places, explore and discover yourself more. You can create opportunities in your search for love, speed dating? double dates? you name, you try it. Don’t restrict yourself to doing one thing. I hope you’re brave enough to take that step and find love :)

Signs: 22:22, sail boat, birds, doubles

Pile three: (TRIGGER WARNING: GRIEF. IF YOU’RE NOT IN A PLACE TO READ THIS, SAVE FOR LATER WHEN YOU ARE READY)

Where do you go from here overall? Queen of summer, Reveal: May openness lead you to connection

Oh, pile three I really want to hug you! You are currently becoming more self aware about your image and identity. You’re starting to look at the influence other people currently have and have had on you, how this makes you feel. This puts in touch with raw emotions and makes you vulnerable. You’ll be looking at the value you hold to others and any self- esteem issues you are facing. Its telling you to release people that you no longer need, to address situations of people in your life and work through them. You’ve taken a knock, do things that you enjoy and that give you confidence.

By having open discussions with the people in your life that mean a lot to you (people you trust enough to listen and actually hear you) and share your vulnerabilities, you will deepen those connections. Shred the layers of yourself you no longer need.

Where you are currently? Six of Autumn, Powerful: May you be as potent as the ocean (sea soul oracle card)

You are currently letting go and releasing, whether that be a relationship, situation or a person. These things need to be released in order to move onto better times. Remember to give yourself the time to heal and process all the emotions you are feeling. Don’t be afraid to ask for help from trusted friends and family, it okay to vulnerable. Start by regaining some structure in your life, by giving your self small rewards for taking care of yourself, its hard to manage these emotions whilst you are releasing.

You know that world can be harsh, know that you have the strength to turn your life around for better. Bit by bit like the ocean waves on shore.

Where do you go from here? Digitalis, The lupin

You need bring more balance back to your life, little by little. If you have been fair and given too much or yourself then good energy will return to you.But if you’ve been acting on wrongdoings, negativity and taking advantage of something, it is a warning to learn from you mistakes, make amends and heal. If your overworked then now is the time to slow down and take a break, breathe, meditate. Recognise your needs and how you can bring more balance.

You’re being asked to build your confidence, look at your skills and talents. Maybe theres something you’ve always wanted to do but have been held back. Re-evaluate your life and what areas you need to work more on in order to overcome the obstacles in your way. Make sure to take care of yourself, exercising, learning something new, hobbies and cutting out toxicity in your life.

What action do you need to take? Nine of Autumn, Full moon in capricorn: The end of a tough cycle approaches (moonology oracle card)

Ask for help, you are currently stressed or depressed, or a situation is causing you anxiety. Don’t push people away, allow people in so they can help you. This could be a longterm battle and knock you off your feet, so its important to seek professional help if you are able and comfortable to do so in order to work through your emotions. Take one day at time and don’t be disappointed if you can’t keep up the same standards every day, even one small victory like brushing your teeth is enough.

Your ending a tough cycle, its time to stop fearing the worst and move forward and heal. Don’t rush the process or dismiss your emotions, make a plan and see how far you get.

Advice and support? The cliff, Imagine: May you look beyond what can’t be seen (sea soul oracle card)

There has been a permanent loss, one you can’t go back on. Some one may have passed away or moved on, a relationship may have come to an end. Don’t let this loss make you fear moving on, there is still hope and more experiences for you to discover in this world. It might be an uphill battle and a lot of unstable emotions, but it is this loss that makes you re-evaluate everything and how you want to live.

Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Theres new things to learn, new connections and new beginnings. Start looking forwards and plan things, don’t let your life be stagnant.

You might not be able to see a future but when you start putting things into action no matter how big or small you will come to a time where you can look beyond what can’t be seen, you can dream again and life your life.

Signs: butterflies, sun, bridges, 23:32

Thank you for reading :) I hope it was helpful and gave you some reassurance. Remember to ask for help (seek professional help) and reach out when you need to! Don’t suffer in silence.

🌙 Yio

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zeauxie · 7 days

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Found Some More Hatchetfield Lore!

I remembered that one of the Lang brothers said that Wiggly is based off of Cthulhu, so I decided to do something digging on a piece of shit author, H.P. Lovecraft and y’all… Okay, I don’t know if it counts as lore, but Hatchetfield is right under our noses.

CW: H.P. Lovecraft’s writing is full of bigotry, and if you plan on reading it, prepare yourself. For example, there is an evil entity named Shub-Niggurath. Yeah.

I don’t like H.P. Lovecraft, nor do I enjoy his writing in general, so here are some things that people should look up if you want to find out Hatchetfield’s inspiration. More thoughts on why I cannot write about him are at the bottom.

Also! I do not look down or dislike people who enjoy H.P. Lovecraft’s writing and his creations, and would really love for people to continue to look into things I cannot. I hope my little notes help!

(I’ve linked the stories in pink!)

SPOILERS: Hatchetfield? I guess? The Cthulhu Mythos & The Dream Cycle.

Cthulhu Mythos:

Just read ‘The Call of Cthulhu’. Everything makes sense.

Miss Holloway is based off of a character named Horvath Blayne from ‘The Black Island, Being the Narrative of Horvath Blayne’.

Duke Keane is also taken from ‘The Black Island’.

The narrator of ‘The Call of Cthulhu’ is named Francis Wayland Thurston.

Professor Hidgens is based off of an art student named Henry who is known for being eccentric and living in solitude. (The Call of Cthulhu)

Emma Perkins is named after a ship called the Emma. The crew got into a battle with Cthulhu’s cult members, which resulted in the Emma having one survivor. (The Call of Cthulhu)

John MacNamara is based off of the police officer John Legrasse. (The Call of Cthulhu)

Willabella Muckwab resembles Lavinia Whateley, from ‘The Dunwich Horror’. She has a son, Wilbur Whateley (Wilbur Cross), whose father is the cosmic entity Yog-Sothoth (Wiggog Y’rath). Lavinia went missing on Halloween, and the assumption is that Wilbur killed her. 👀

The Black Book is the Necremonium.

There’s always professors somewhere.

The Dream Cycle:

LOL. The Dream Cycle is a collection of short stories surrounding dream cities. I honestly haven’t read anything about this other than brief stuff from the Wiki, but the connections are painfully obvious.

The word ‘oblivion’ is written in the Black Book. H.P. Lovecraft has a poem titled Ex Oblivione. The narrator sees a gate in his dreams and wants to get past it, but he can’t access it. He eventually does, though. Yikes. Read this post, picture Willabella Muckwab as the narrator for Ex Oblivione, and enjoy.

Bonus: Some of the covers of the magazine that published H.P. Lovecraft’s work (Weird Tales) are sprinkled throughout Hatchetfield.

“Pete, get behind me! I’ve got a gun.”

“Steph… it’s a ghost. I don’t think that’s gonna do any good.”

Rosary? Killer Track, much? Also, the art style for the Black Book kind of resembles this… huh.

Note: I had planned to read all of H.P. Lovecraft and the associated work, but the racism is too much for me. I can’t “separate the art from the artists”, especially when everything evil is so obviously and horrendously based on Black people, as well as other races. Again— Shub-Niggurath. Like, seriously?

It’s a huge bummer, because I have so many thoughts— like the implications behind Willabella Muckwab associated with Lavinia Whateley, and Wilbur Cross also being associated with Wilbur Whateley. So much is at our finger tips.

I’m still going to be writing other things, though!

I have more of the Black Book deciphered, so that’s exciting, especially since I actually got some stuff right in my first post. (It was looked at through a more religious lenses rather than an H.P. Lovecraft lenses, though.) BUT STILL. MY EYES HURTING FROM INTENSE SQUINTING SESSIONS WAS NOT FOR NAUGHT! And I know I state some of these things as if they’re facts, but they’re ‘probably based on’ stuff.

Alright. I’m off to read about physics, the concept of nothingness, and the æther in the name of theatre kid.

tldr; the Lang bros made a the TTRPG Call of Cthulhu homebrew and turned it into musicals.

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where-dreamers-go · 21 days

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If requests are open and you don't mind, could I have Murtagh, Roran, Arya and/or Eragon's reaction to a chubby!SO being oblivious to their advances?

Hi there! Here on this blog, I always have whether or not requests are open right in the bio. :)

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Murtagh had returned to your home. Finally. By dragon magic and fire — he missed you. To be comfortable in an environment enough to discard his boots upon entry was still new for the Dragon Rider. Yet he would never complain. Definitely not. He had another reason never to complain.

There, curled up in bed with a book was no one other than his love, you. Nose deep in the book even as Murtagh walked closer.

“You’re early,” you smiled, eyes peering up at him.

“I have my reasons.” He pressed his lips to your cheek, softer than his own. He kissed your shoulder then, hidden by a night shirt.

“Tired?”

“Not yet.”

You turned a page and asked, “Did you want to read with me?”

“Perhaps later?” Murtagh kissed your shoulder again while letting his fingers roam the curves of your hip and thigh. “We could do something else?”

“We could paint.” You suggested, looking over to him.

A frown creased his features.

“What? I liked your last painting. You could be an artist too, Murtagh.”

Sighing, Murtagh flopped onto the bed.

“What’s the matter?” You set the book aside to comb your fingers through his dark locks.

“Nothing…”

. . .

Eragon wiped the sweat from his brow. A common occurrence while tending the crops. More so that he had finished what needed doing. It had been a long morning.

Satisfied, the Dragon Rider stretched his arms over his head. He would do well with a short rest. Some time to himself if he could.

Brown eyes caught sight of his partner sitting under the shade of a tree. His companion and love who he would do practically anything for.

Eragon could rest later.

Walking up to his beloved, he was greeted by your soft smile. A wonderful sight.

“All finished?” You asked, handing over a container of water.

“Finished working in the soil? Yes.” Eragon swallowed a generous amount of water. “Thank you. I needed a drink.”

“You might also need to wash up.”

He hummed briefly in acknowledgement and promptly sat down beside you. Brown eyes roamed over your content expression and down your curves in affection. Still hot from work, Eragon felt a growing excitement in his belly. A thought lingering in passion.

“Are you busy?” Eragon inquired, index finger tracing around your wrist. “You could use water as well.”

“I’m enjoying the breeze.” You stated and closed your eyes.

Leaning in, Eragon lightly pressed his lips to the contour of your ear. “You could enjoy the water,” he whispered.

“I wasn’t digging out weeds and playing with earthworms.”

He nipped your ear.

“Hey.”

“I need to bathe and I think,” Eragon placed his other hand on your thigh, “you should keep me company.”

“You’ve taken baths by yourself before.” You opened your eyes and turned to give him a quizzical look. “Do you need me to test the temperature again?”

Moving his hands to his lap, the Dragon Rider sighed, defeated.

“No.” He pulled at an innocent blade of grass.

“Then go bathe.” You patted his knee.

“Fine.” Eragon pouted.

. . .

I feel like Roran might actually say something or be much more forward. I don’t know how, but he might.

Arya… I don’t really know how she’d react, maybe just really look at her partner. Studying them or something.

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astrodoll2 · 2 years

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🫧 Pick a pile ; how does the person on your mind feel about you 🫧

Use your intuition and pick whichever picture you feel most drawn to!<3

I read with tarot/oracles and intuition I will be telling you what I am seeing and feeling not just from tarot but also myself so if you were drawn to a picture their is possibly a message for you but please remember this is a general reading, if you’d like to book a private go to my ask box and message me!

Pile 1. Halo devil crying

Okay so I got a lot of cards for this pile but what drew my attention was the first two cards I pulled out were the king and queen of cups and got so excited because automatically I felt this was a divine counterpart/ connection or at least your feelings for one another are mirrored and mutual. If you’re the feminine I see that they see you as a very calm, intuitive, trustworthy and supportive partner. If you’re the masculine this person sees you as very mature, balanced, and generous you probably take on more of a traditional role such as the provider. I see you guys being in an equal give and take relationship or at least that may be the potential of this connection. This person really wants to build a better future between you too, they have very caring loving feelings towards you but not only did I get the moon in tarot I also got the moon in oracle so please trust your intuition and your first initial gut insicts. I see one or both of you are currently in solitude introspecting probably asking your intuition what you should do next with this connection, someone was in denial about something and they did not want to face the truth and chose to believe what they wanted even if they knew it didn’t feel right. I don’t think this connection has been a very easy one perhaps this is one based on growth because I see you guys currently going through a transformation but with the wheel of fortune and the world card I see there being a change of events, and end of a cycle so if this is a healthy relationship yet you’ve been stagnant in this connection be prepared for movement finally, you’ve learned a lesson or about to and because of that good karma is coming you way, i see you stepping into a period of playfulness and success.

Additional advice: be mindful to have a balance between your connection with others and your individuality, if something does not feel right trust you gut and walk away because if not that lesson will constantly have to be repeated until you learn. Only invest into people who are investing just as much if not more than you.

Pile 2. crystal ball

A lot of water and air energy this person might think of you a lot and feel very strongly towards you, they see you as someone they want to protect, you probably make them feel very safe in your presence. With the two of cups if you guys are currently not in a relationship I see that they really want to ask you guys out, they see you as a soulmate, they’re very happy around you I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re the type who love taking random pictures of you and Live Photos on FaceTime, they think you’re so beautiful and want to show you off. They’re willing to fight for this connection and really wish you’ll give them a chance, this may be someone you’ve possibly rejected in the past but they keep trying to be with you. With the knight of wands and king of swords I see this as someone who wants to court you and take action towards you they’re probably a go getter and very confident. This one’s short and to the point because I see them being certain about you, you’re a wish fulfillment for them so if you feel the same back go for it the potential of this connection is really cute.

Pile 3 knife heel

(I decided to do this one solely on intuition because if you feel guided to certain piles it’s because you automatically feel it’s going to resonate with your situation or the message is for you)

The picture honestly screams PASSION at me especially with the fire, this person feels very passionate over you and probably finds you to be very seductive, I don’t think they necessarily only feel lust towards you but they might keep their feelings from you more hidden and prefer to show you how they feel through their actions, I think their love language is physical touch and gift giving , this person wants a very luxurious lifestyle with you or at least really wants to spoil you, they appreciate you a lot for everything you do for them and want to pay you back in some way. I see you guys going on multiple dates and adventures together , I think you guys are probably a very confident couple together I wouldn’t be surprised if you had leo ascendent in your composite chart. They want to travel with you and make many memories with you, I feel as if they talk alot about you to their friends even much so that their friends get tired of constantly hearing about you. They speak very highly of you and respect you alot, they admire you and in many ways you inspire them. If they had fuckboy/fuckgirl tendencies in the past I see you being the person that changes them for the better, I think they really want to commit to you but are also trying to keep it light and fun so they don’t get so overwhelmed and at the same time they’re just going with the flow they don’t want to get so worked up thinking about the future and want to enjoy the present (if you only want a secure stable long term relationship you’re probably going to need to have a conversation with this person so you guys can make sure you’re on the same page) but if you don’t mind then I see this being a very fun passionate relationship, first love kind of vibes or partners in crime, they see you not only as a partner but a bestfriend which I think is very important in a connection, you guys seem like the type to tell eachother all the gossip about other people or really trust eachother with your secrets and know they won’t come out even if you guys part ways in the future. Even if this connection were to end I see this being a very unforgettable experience for the both of you.

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