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biteofcherry · 7 months

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Yours to have

Bad Moon Rising Masterlist

Alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader

summary: It's the ceremony of your mating with Ari.

warnings: mystical vibes of ancient rituals; a/b/o dynamics; a pinch of exhibitionism; slight breeding kink; primal kink; shifters; shifter!Ari; wolf!Ari; shifter!Reader; no bestiality

word count: 5.4k

Author's Note: This is a tad different take on the usual claiming/biting in the a/b/o universe. The magic is more at play here in forming the mating bond, not the actual biting. As you read, you'll understand what exactly I changed about it and why. Also, a person called godi appears in this piece. The title of godi refers to a priest/ess of old pagan religions, leading mystical rituals (it's mostly Old Norse origin, but here it's simply used as a term to name the pack's sort of priestess).

The little sip of black currant liqueur you took before all the guests gathered in the wide, unfenced backyard didn’t help easing the tempo of your heart rate, as you finally took a step outside.

The silvery sphere of the full moon rose above the treetops, crowned in a gold and reddish halo as if the goddess herself knew of the special celebration about to take place.

Both packs were present - or you should say one pack, as now your people were merged into one under the rule of Ari. People stood to the sides, making a wide path for you to cross toward the arch weaved of evergreen branches, where your future mate awaited along with the pack’s godi.

It was the redhead who stole curious glances your way ever since Ari’s pack started mingling with yours. What you saw at first as some sort of jealousy, because Ari kept his claim on you known right away, relentlessly so, turned out to be mere curiosity. Perhaps also a mystical knowledge, which a godi was supposed to possess.

Her name was Alara and she was going to lead the ceremony of your mating.

Times were modern, shifters tended to bind themselves in very human-style weddings, but the Alpha had to honor old traditions. Especially if he chose to mate with an Omega. It was a stereotype as old as time and as such was expected to follow the ancient traditions.

In the weeks leading to the ceremony you spent some time with Alara, who taught you every step of the ceremony. It wasn't common knowledge, though there were parts of it passed on through generations via spoken tales. Like you were aware of the fact the ceremony had two phases and only a very few, selected shifters would be present for the second part.

The rather primal part.

Tiredness should weigh on your tense body, since you woke before dawn, but the anticipation and shot of excitement kept you fully energized. The early morning was part of tradition, as well. You walked into the woods with the first rays of sun to gather greens for the wreaths you were going to weave for yourself and your mate.

Mugwort, chamomile, wild ferns, St. John’s wort and a few twigs of juniper. You wore yours on your head as you slowly crossed through the backyard. In your hands you carried the twin wreath for Ari.

You were going to crown him with it, as a symbol of you choosing him to be yours. Later, when the second part of the ceremony started, he would take yours off of your head, as a symbol of taking your nonexistent virginity.

It was laughable, if you were cynically honest. Neither did you choose Ari, not really, nor were you a virgin. Not for a long time.

Something that Ari didn’t seem to care about.

Like he didn’t care that you were much older than overly fertile young women he could have chosen from. A small part of you found it quite pleasing, that he didn’t chase after girls half his age, but voiced his interest in you - someone who was merely a few years younger than him.

You walked barefoot, your simple white dress flowing around your ankles. It was no point in buying an actual, elegant wedding dress, considering you wouldn’t be wearing it for long once you got to the second part of the ceremony.

You wore no undergarments either.

You didn’t think Ari’s aware of that fact, but the way his gaze slid up your body as you approached him suggested he might be.

Then his eyes settled on your face and a certain lightness seemed to turn his irises aglow. There was seriousness and respect for the traditions carved onto his handsome face, but his mouth curved at the corners slightly, soothing and encouraging you.

Ari was barefoot, just like you; wearing elegant, linen pants and white shirt that was buttoned only halfway up.

It was so characteristic of him, you noticed. Over the weeks leading to your mating you’ve had enough opportunities to spend time with Ari - usually not out of your own volition, but because he was crossing into your space and inviting himself over. And most of the time at least two top buttons of his shirts were undone.

You wondered if it was some poor style choice, or if he ran so hot that he needed them unbuttoned.

Those thoughts invited others, more brazen. If he’d walk around the house without a shirt? If he slept naked? Questions you tried to convince yourself you didn’t care for, but which you’d very soon learn the answers to.

You stopped in front of Ari, lifting the wreath in your hands for him to admire. When he bowed his head, you put it on him. A startling flutter to your heart sprinkled warmth through your limbs as you looked at him crowned with a wreath you weaved.

Lanterns cast amber glow across your bodies as you placed your hands in Ari’s. It was neither their warmth, nor the evening’s sweet dispersing incalescence, but a simmer of heat ignited in your belly when you touched him.

Ever since he marked you with his cum, feeding you a dollop of it, it seemed your body attuned to his closeness with growing hunger.

You tried not to imagine how worse it could get once he fully claimed you.

Alara bound your hands with colorful ribbons; each for a different vow you spoke. Then she lifted an ornamental chalice, filled with sweetly smelling mead and a pinch of herbs.

With your hands bound, both you and Ari carefully took the chalice. He lifted it to your lips first. Pleasant thickness of it coated your tongue and slid down your throat, leaving a burning sensation that only spurred the fire in your belly.

In the books regarding mating ceremonies you read about a particular ingredient that used to be added to wine or mead for the bride to drink. According to Alara that hasn’t been done in at least a century and you really hoped she was truthful. It would be really disgusting if you were made to drink Ari’s cum in front of everyone, even if it was only a splash of it.

Apparently it used to be added to strengthen the bride’s desire for her mate.

You knew it would work. You still remembered how your body responded to the taste of Ari when he caught you.

You tipped the chalice slightly when it was Ari’s turn to take a sip; his eyes a glowing blue that seared through you as he held your gaze over the rim.

With your hands still bound, Ari pulled you forward. He took your mouth in a bold kiss that burned stronger than the rich alcohol you just consumed. Loud cheers resounded around, but were faded compared to the pounding of your own blood rushing through vessels as you melted under the demand of Ari’s lips.

There was amusement and giggles as you and Ari worked your hands free of the bindings. No scissors or claws could be used to cut through them, you had to work the knots together. Then the bundle of colorful ribbons was placed in a small, carved box.

You gasped in surprise - the sound dispersing on your palate - when Ari kissed you again.

Hands completely free, he grabbed you fully, dipping you backwards as his tongue dipped between your lips. The chorus of applause included a few howls.

You felt a little dizzy (and a lot hot) when Ari pulled back. If not for his arm loosely wrapped around your middle, you may have swayed. Eyes glazed, though you weren’t certain if it was due to the potent mead, or the reality of mating Ari hitting you suddenly; you stared up at him.

With the spark in his iridescent irises, you sensed he was equally excited for the next part as you were terrified of it.

But your fear didn’t make you flee; not this time, at least. It was that kind of fear that lured to follow into the darkness and experience the thrill of being consumed. Curiosity and apprehension combined into an addictive kind of sensation.

Was it why you felt that spark of arousal whenever you ran away and Ari gave chase?

The first thought making you run could be of rebellion, of trying to free yourself of the Alpha’s clutches. But the chase made it into heady titillation.

The unknown of the mystical, sacred part of the ceremony spiked that fear, but the aspect of doing it with Ari - whatever raw, dirty act it would be - heated your body in anticipation.

Alara addressed the gathered people, calling upon them to feast in joy for your union. Then she took one of the lanterns and led a small procession deep into the woods. Five other shifters fell into step behind her - three of Ari’s pack and two of yours. Chosen for their hierarchy in the pack, they were granted great honor to be witnesses to the second part of the ceremony.

Though you briefly wondered, if Dante wasn’t asked to do it also as some sort of twisted power play. He was a member of your old pack and it seemed Ari respected his knowledge, experience and dedication to protect people. However, there was no doubt Ari would have learned that you and Dante used to date.

It ended more than three years ago, the two of you remaining somewhat friendly if distanced. But male shifters tended to be extremely possessive. Ari was borderline so. It wouldn’t surprise you if the honor to participate in your ceremony wasn’t also Ari’s way of emasculating Dante in case he harbored any lustful thoughts of you.

Ari’s fingers intertwined with yours as you followed Alara through the darkness of the woods. The lantern was merely symbolic, as your shifter senses allowed all of you to move through the night quite easily.

When you reached a wide clearing, the five shifters spread around, taking positions in a spread semi-circle. Alara led you forward to the middle of the meadow where a few items had been prepared in advance.

“You shall undress each other, so the Moon can bathe you in her glow,” Alara’s voice was soft and melodic, her lips curved in a gentle smile, but her eyes were sharp and wild. Gold swirls painted on her face seemed to pulse with life.

Breath hitched in your throat when Ari’s hands smoothed along your shoulders, the straps of your dress easily giving in as he pushed them off. Leaning close, he reached behind you and unzipped the short zipper of your dress, then pulled the delicate fabric off your body.

Trying not to think of being completely naked in front of him - and in front of five other shifters! - you unbuttoned his shirt, one small button after another. Your fingers itched to explore the expanse of Ari’s chest, but you stifled that craving and managed to touch as little of his skin as possible as you pushed the shirt off his shoulders.

Staring at his chest, you popped the button of his pants open and lowered the zipper. You couldn’t make yourself look Ari into the eyes, fearing to see the heat in them and perhaps a sense of dark, lustful victory.

It was better not to peek down, too. The glimpse of Ari’s cock you got when he came all over you after he caught you in the woods was enough of torment in the past few weeks; tempting your body into overdrive as you dreamt of it.

You stepped away from the pile of clothes and faced each other. Heart pounding in your chest, you finally lifted your gaze to Ari’s face. Without Alara’s prompting, as if he knew each step of the ceremony by heart, Ari took off his wreath and placed it at godi’s feet.

Then he reached for your wreath. In a slow, gentle move, he took it off.

It was only a symbol, one you previously rolled your eyes at, but the moment Ari’s fingers gripped the green weaves and deprived you of them, a light, pleasant sting pierced your core.

Your wreath was offered at Alara’s feet as well; the godi served as a conduit of the Moon goddess.

“Shift.” The command was simple, unyielding enough that you didn’t protest, even though you were surprised by it.

When Alara taught you stages of the ceremony, she didn’t mention letting your wolf out. You hesitated only a few seconds, before you gave in to the pull itching beneath your skin. For a split of a second you got to admire Ari’s wolf with your human eyes, then you were seeing him through your wolf’s.

You were a streak of silver, light coloring that some of your former partners expressed to be the moonlight itself crushed into fur. Though you weren’t the smallest of wolves, placing yourself as rather average among shifters, you seemed tiny compared to Ari’s wolf.

Your Alpha was a beast of fairy tales. So big and domineering. His thick fur was a spectrum of bronze, with some streaks glinting gold, some reddish, the tip of his tail as dark as black.

In that moment it hit you how perfect of a predator he was. As a human you noticed his scent that blended him so easily with the forest - pine and moss and resin. His wolf form blended into the woods even deeper, allowing him to gain the upper hand in any season, any part of the land.

Ari’s paw dug into soil as he made a move toward you. Something flicked through your hindbrain, or perhaps it was your human side all along, but you suddenly felt the need to bolt.

To tease him, maybe. Or perhaps you couldn’t suppress that remnant of rebellion against this union.

Your wolf barely managed to turn around and start forward when Ari leaped. The massive wolf crushed you to the ground, your wolf yipping as he trapped you beneath him. Then his jaw locked on your neck, sharp teeth piercing enough to be a warning.

A shudder rippled through you, your head dropping down in submission. Ari snarled and for a moment you found yourself scrambling to understand what he wanted. But your wolf knew. With another pitiful yip she went lax, surrendering completely. A lick of approval soothed the spot where his fangs nipped you.

Slowly, Ari eased back. You remained in your position, not daring yet to move. Then suddenly a low growl of his reverberated through your bones.

It yanked on that shifter thread inside you, forcing an immediate shift.

Never before had anything like it happened, it was always your own volition to change into wolf form and back into human. And Ari just proved to you how much power he held.

Alphas supposedly possessed that ability - to force any shifter into immediate change, but you never saw Dimitri do it to anyone. You didn’t think Ari’s done it to scare you, or belittle you in any way, rather you felt it as his help to guide you into the next step of the ceremony.

Yet it still elicited a scary realization, how truly he could overpower you. If you ever ran away in your wolf form, he could command your immediate shift into human and gain more advantage.

Ari gently helped you up onto your feet, having shifted into human form himself. The care and respect he showed contrasted with the display of raw power.

Your gaze shifted to Alara, a glint of offense at not being prepared for that part of the proceedings. She only smiled as she beckoned the two of you closer.

“The wolf’s submission had to be natural, had to be earned,” she explained. “If I warned you of it, then it could provoke you to either fake it, or fight it just out of spite.”

You wouldn’t tell her that you felt your wolf submit to Ari weeks ago, when he tackled you to the ground after chasing you through the woods. The bitch gave in then.

Alara picked a bowl filled with sweet scented mixture. Linden honey, cloves, lovage and crushed cranberries for the red color. She lifted it up to the sky, muttering a string of blessings, or spells, or whatever curse. Then she lowered it towards Ari.

“Under the Moon’s keen eye, brand what’s yours to have.”

She held the bowl as Ari dipped his hand in the mixture. He marked a spot on your temple first. Then smeared the honey across your mouth. Your lips parted, letting the sweet taste in. And letting a little gasp out when Ari’s hand left streaks of sticky concoction across your breasts.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from Ari’s eyes when he dipped both his hands for more mixture and then splayed one on your ass and his other palm over your abdomen.

He crouched down to better drive his fingers up the inside of your thigh and then along the juncture in your hip, before ending the sweet swirl in the thatch of your hair right above your softly pulsing clit.

Each streak he painted on your naked body seemed to seep into your skin and feed to the fire already burning you with need.

A thought to chase Ari’s fingers with your mouth, to suck them clean so he could slip them into your wet pussy, flashed in your mind. It was Alara’s voice addressing you that stopped you from making a fool of yourself.

“Under the Moon’s keen eye, brand what’s yours to have.” She tipped the bowl your way.

Fingers dripping with red stained honey, you reached up to touch Ari’s temple. When you brushed your fingertips across his mouth, you almost pouted in disappointment he didn’t nip at any of your digits.

Focusing on regulating your breath, so you didn’t pant, you used both of your hands to mark Ari’s huge biceps. Then, just because you were getting needy and annoyed with yourself because of that, you scratched his chest a bit as you smeared the mixture across his pectorals.

Perhaps you saw it in the way Ari’s eyes darkened, or maybe it was already the bond building between the two of you, but you felt certain that he liked when you scratched him.

Your eyes followed the line your fingers drew along the thatch of hair leading down Ari’s belly and lower. Scooping more honey from the bowl, you knelt at Ari’s feet and dragged both hands up his muscular legs, until you gripped his ass.

Your breath quickened as you stared at the half-hard cock rising toward Ari’s belly. Slowly, you swiped your hands from the back of his thighs to the front, using all of your melting will to not taste him right away.

Instead, you boldly looked up. Ari’s pupils were blown wide as he stared at you - on your knees, lips inches away from his cock, about to mark it as a part of him for you to have. Holding his gaze, you wrapped your fingers around him.

If it wasn’t for Ari’s self restraint, you probably would follow the instinct, the hunger tempting you to move your hand and start what would inevitably happen in a few minutes anyway. After all, sex was the culmination of the ceremony. But Ari’s own fingers gently caught your wrist.

He helped you up. Again that night.

For as amused as she had to be, Alara didn’t spare you a knowing, mocking look. She put the bowl away and picked another dish. This one a simple terracotta pot, bearing marks of time.

“For Nature, the Mother of us all,” Alara intoned, “make a pledge to the earth to show your readiness to fall in with the cycle.”

Ari knelt down and started digging with his bare hands while you filled both hands with seeds and flower bulbs from the terracotta pot. Kneeling on the ground as well, you planted them in the furrow created by Ari. Then both of you covered the seeds with soil, your hands joined as you did so.

You washed your hands in the bassinet with fresh water that Alara placed beside you. She poured into it what was left of the honey mixture, then dipped a small bouquet of ferns in it and used them to sprinkle the mixture over you and Ari.

“Blessed be this union!” Alara bellowed, hands stretched high toward the night sky. “Moon, our goddess! As you cast your light upon your favored, embrace his mate. Through the eyes of the witnesses gathered here, watch as they seal their claim on each other.”

Arms slowly dropping, Alara stared at you as she took a few steps backwards. Silence stretched in tense anticipation.

It dawned on you then. That was the most important part. The culmination.

And there were people around, about to witness your coupling.

Ari’s hand cupped your chin, preventing you from looking anywhere else but him. No one else should matter now. No other shifter, no woodland creature, nor the stars peppering the sky. There was only your mate.

He tilted your head back slightly and leaned in. Tip of Ari’s tongue flicked against your bottom lip, licking off the sweetness. Lips trailed sticky kisses across your cheek, until his breath tickled the shell of your ear.

“You’re ready, little Omega,” he purred, slipping a hand between your thighs.

At the bold touch of his fingers spreading your slick folds, your hands flew to Ari’s shoulders. Fingernails of your right hand needled his skin, while you gripped a fistful of his hair with the other.

“You’re already mine,” he sounded more than pleased; he sounded drunk on victory after months of chase. “But I’ll pound it into your tight pussy, so you feel that bond with every step.”

He growled in satisfaction as you moaned, rocking your hips into his hand. He stretched you with a firm stroke of his fingers, driving in two at once and pressing the heel of his palm into your clit.

Gripping the back of your neck with his other hand, Ari kept pumping his fingers and curling them until your juices were spilling over his palm.

“Ask me!” He demanded, licking off more of the honey around your mouth.

“Alpha,” your voice was raspy and breathy, “fuck me! Knot me. Claim me!”

It was only your heart soaring and fluttering like a hummingbird trapped in grip, though it felt as if the earth itself shuddered beneath you from the force and heat of Ari’s kiss.

Perhaps there were more potent, illegal roots added to the mead Alara made you drink earlier, or to the honey mixture that soaked your bodies. Or maybe it was the vowed bond that grew taut and intense in its demand to be fulfilled in the most primal way.

Whatever spurred it, made you desperate. Needy. Your mouth opened pliant to Ari’s, ready to swallow whatever he fed you, ready to offer pleasure in return. Your hands roamed over his body; touching and squeezing and scratching.

When he eased his fingers out of your fluttering cunt, you almost whined in protest. But then he was gripping your hips and flipping you onto your hands and knees.

Your hindbrain took over, the wolf bitch coming to the surface just beneath your human skin. But it wasn’t only the wolf side that craved the warmth of Ari’s thighs pressing against the back of yours. Your human side wanted it to. The woman who resisted his claim was eager to bend forward and offer herself.

One of Ari’s big hands gripped your hip, the other moved between your bodies to guid the tip of his cock into your entrance.

With a broad lick up your spine, Ari laid his weight above you. He nipped the nape of your neck, more playful than he did in his wolf form, and you instinctively followed the unspoken command. You stretched your arms forward and dipped your upper body low, cheek pressed to the ground.

“Good little Omega,” Ari purred, kissing your neck.

A loud cry spilled from your lips, resounding through the clearing, maybe through the whole forest, when Ari sheathed himself inside you in one stroke.

He paused. To relish in the feeling, or to give you a moment to adjust - if it was the latter, you didn’t think it would help. Ari wasn’t some monstrous beast to have a dick you couldn’t take. It was impressive, but in very reasonable size. And yet, something about it made you quiver in fear (and excitement) of being split in half.

The first languid thrusts drew moans from both of you. Ari drove deep on each push, forcing your pussy to give up completely and nudging your cervix on a few passes. Then his pace increased, his filled heavy sack slapping against your clit.

Rough fingers dug into your hip, undoubtedly leaving bruises that would bloom later. His other hand roamed below your body, squeezing your breasts, teasing your belly. Ari’s mouth was in constant movement along your neck and shoulders: kissing and licking, teeth grazing your skin in a prelude to the bite.

You pushed up against him eagerly; the embarrassment at the sound of the skin slapping and wetness squelching on each thrust burned away. You didn’t care! Didn’t care who watched, or how loud you were, how you dripped. There was only need for more of Ari; need for him to help you chase that release you’ve been yearning for since your lips touched his.

Fingers gouging the soil, you keened when on the next thrust Ari’s cock grazed a spot that instantly had you clenching around him.

He groaned; the sound deep and low, sinking into your skin where Ari’s mouth hovered on your shoulder.

Your pussy pulsed, tightening around his dick, and he only made things worse still fucking into you relentlessly; prolonging the madness of your fizzing pleasure and tipping you into another climax.

Your scream rose as the blinding aftershocks of your orgasm were joined by the pain-and-pleasure shot of Ari’s teeth piercing your skin.

He bit into the crook of your neck, his jaw locked mercilessly as he drew blood and mauled your skin. Few seconds later Ari gurgled his growl of pleasure with a mouthful of your blood, as he bottomed out inside your quivering cunt and his knot inflated.

Another tremor rocked you, albeit softer, but stretching into infinity. A simmering orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on as spurts of thick cum filled you. As if each splash of Ari’s spend instigated a tiny climax.

Harmonized howls resounded in the night, for the first time reminding you of the audience you had. The five chosen shifters who had to change their form into wolves at some point, though you didn’t even register when.

You stayed locked with Ari for long minutes, your labored breaths synchronizing. Ari’s teeth retracted, his tongue soothing the wound.

You’d be wearing that scar for months. Many more would be added, you suspected. Due to his possessiveness, or his primal nature so close to the surface, but you were certain Ari would be biting you every time he fucked you. He was going to leave marks of possession so visible other shifters would instantly drop their gaze upon catching a sight of them.

Only you would be wearing the bite. While mates tended to exchange bites, so each was marked as claimed, an Alpha couldn’t be bitten. Not even by his mate.

For an Alpha a bite meant a loss of status, a chink in his power; it would be a sign of weakness and submission. Traits an Alpha couldn’t display.

But there were other ways a mate could mark an Alpha. Which is why you felt that need to scratch him from the beginning. To rake your nails down his back and over his chest, leaving deep red lines of your own possession.

Still a little breathless, you reached one of your dirty hands behind you. Prickling Ari’s neck with your nails, you turned your head enough to kiss him.

Slowly, Ari pulled back and moved your body along with him. You rose onto your hands and knees. Knot almost deflated, he withdrew from you inch by inch. Copious amount of fluid spilled out of you; a glistening mixture of your slick and Ari’s cum.

It splashed onto the soil in thick drops; right over the seeds you planted earlier.

With his arm across your front, Ari helped you up into a sitting position, serving for you as his recliner. Your head rested against his shoulder as he kept you spread; kept you exposed so the Moon and the others could see you dripping down.

Alara knelt at your side, bowing her forehead almost to the ground then lifting it. She placed her right hand on top of Ari’s where it rested low on your belly.

“As your essence has fertilized the seeds in the soil, may the Moon’s glow bless your fruitful coupling.”

Her hand didn’t linger, but Ari’s stayed splayed on your abdomen as Alara scooted back. You didn’t roll your eyes at the obvious eagerness to get you pregnant (both from Ari and the pack’s godi) only because you were still quite overwhelmed with the intensity of the whole ceremony.

Also because there was still need thrumming in your pulse.

Alara signaled the other shifters and they approached in a practiced formation, back in their human forms. They each picked the dishes that were used in the ceremony, then followed Alara out of the clearing.

You and Ari were left alone.

His hand stayed on your belly, the other sliding up between your breasts, fingers curling around the front of your neck. Ari trailed small, soft kisses along your shoulder, then scraped your jaw with his teeth.

“This is what I imagined from the moment my eyes set on you for the first time,” he confessed, the undertone of pure satisfaction clear in his voice.

“You wore a crown of flowers for the festivities and I knew I’d be taking off your bridal wreath and locking you on my knot.”

A tremor blew goosebumps on your skin. That very first evening you sensed trouble from catching the attention of an Alpha, but then you didn’t yet know how severe his determination was. He’d chase you to the end of the world to claim you.

You twisted in his arms, facing him and climbing into his lap. You cupped Ari’s face, smudging dirt over his cheeks. You could’ve held onto your resentment and rebellion, making the whole experience and nearest future a very miserable for you both. Somehow, you couldn’t make yourself do that. Not even that morning, when fleeting thoughts of giving a last run crossed your mind.

You were Ari’s now. As he was yours.

He’s shown you over the weeks that he’s ready to build this relationship with you. If the way he led the pack was any indication of how he’d be as a mate, you had a chance of creating something indestructible.

“And now you have me.” You rolled your hips, enjoying the twitch of his cock against your thigh. “Are you going to gloat?”

“A little bit,” Ari shrugged, flashing you a sexy grin.

“Mostly-” he palmed your ass and pulled your hips upward- “I’m going to worship you.”

He dropped you down onto his cock, hissing in pleasure as your heat enveloped him again. Your small moan at the stretch made his eyes ignite.

“Come, little Omega,” Ari laid down on his back and you braced your hands against his chest as you sank fully onto his cock. “Take me. Take your mate.”

Ari groaned as your nails drew more lines across his body, leaving pink trails that would gain in color in a few hours.

With his hands squeezing your ass, he urged you down as he thrust up into you. Your nails needled deeper, giving him a meek reflection of the sting you felt each time he bottomed out. When he knotted you again, you’d undoubtedly draw blood.

Then he’d sink his teeth into you again, stating his undisputed dominance even as he allowed you to claw him.

Your wolf growled her pleasure at the prospect.

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blackdragoness · 1 year

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⛽GASING YOU UP, BABY⛽

YALL NOT READY FOR ALL DIS' GASSSSS. Lemme gasssss yo lil fat head up, okayyyy. This PICK-A-PILE is for you!

"somebody call 911, shawty fiyah burnin' on da dance floor." -sean kingston

Pile 1 -

Pile 2 -

Pile 3 -

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Pile 1: Show Stunnah 🌻

Overall Tarot Card: The Devil 😈

Channelled Song: Pretty Girl Rock by Keri Hilson

⛽ The gasssss on you is....⛽

🚨🚨ALARMS GOING OFF. YOU SHUTTING THIS SHIT DOWNNNN. LESSSGOOOO 🚨🚨

First of all, you muthafucka's is FINE as hell! I'm talking about FOIIINNEEEE as hell. Body on fleek, face card never declines. As soon as you walk into the room, all eyes are on you and all your competition starts to die a little inside 😂 You are the talk of the town, the talk of every circle, babbyyy 🤤 But y'all been knew dat, 😏

"BEEN that bitch, still that bitch" - Megan The Stallion

Natural beauty with the confidence to match

Confidence of a lion(ess)

Honestly, physically, you got it muthafuckin' going on dawg, what the fuckkkkk. Out of all the piles, this one wins in the Looks Department LOL sorry to the other piles

I'm seeing a face that is so fucking beautiful and angelic. Forever youthful.

Your beauty never dies and it never ages.

I have this huge urge to gasp in awe! You make people gasp with your beauty, ermagerrrdddd this is too cute! I feel like I'm melting in your presence 🫠. It's like everytime people see you in person, you take their breathe away and all they can do is gasp in awe at your undeniable beauty 😂😂😂 it's so fucking corny bro, but damn. That was a channelled message for someone's fine ass out there. You got it like that Mami/Papi, *snap snap snap*

A literal fucking goddess/god. Like you make men want to turn all romantic and old school, writing poems and singing outside your window in the middle of a full moon & shiiit. Or for my men, you make a girl wanna break all her rules and go buck wild for you!!! Like this shit crazzzyyy!! But this is what you be doing to these people lmaoooo!

I'm sure you're a great person on the inside and all, but there is so much emphasis on your physique that I apologize if you feel exploited right now 😂😂 and tbh, you might know the effects your body causes on people so you might be a person with strong boundaries. But damn Papi, what dat body do? 😏

With the devil card crowning your reading, people are OBSESSED WITH YOU!!! Bitch, who tf are you? Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with yo ass!? Lmao

"I can do bad all by myself." You're very independent but you may have many friends too.

Imma just say it flat out: YOU GOT THAT GOOD WAP BABYYYYYY. THAT GOOD WOOD, ya know what I'm sayin' 😂 rumor has it, you can fucking werkkkk it. You got people THIRSTY AF out here, mayneee. Chilllllllll.

You got this hella chill vibe to you though. Like laid-back. Relaxed. Not about the shits or the drama. People can try to ruffle your feathers to get any type of reaction out of you but you stay unbothered AF and that's what draws them nearer to you.

You have a gift for social interactions. Most people have social anxiety but you maneuver and work the room with ease and calmness. It's very admirable.

So many people want to marry you dude, I'm not even kidding. But I'm sensing that you are just focused on yourself and your goals. Relationship isn't a priority in your life right now. But that also is what turns the thirst factor UP when it comes to you.

SEXY, SEXY, SEXY, SEXY, SEXXXXX-Y.

Rich girl, city girl, material gworl vibes

"You always got dem eyes on you" - people love to watch you and stare at you. Sometimes people zone out in conversation with you because your beauty distracts them 😂 you could be talking to them in perfect pronunciation and speed but they won't hear a damn thing you said lol I guess your beauty is deafening too 😂

As beautiful and as sexy as you are, you also have a tender kindness when you interact with anybody. Your beauty shines both inside and out and that's why you are the mf GOAT.

You turn heads every where you go. You got bitches jealous wishing they was you. Ermahgerrrddd, I'm getting a rush of energy from tons of people who fantasize about what it would be like if they had your life. Honestly, that sounds like I'm over hyping y'all, but it's the truth lol. Maybe knowing this information will help you see the beauty of your own life and appreciate it for what it is. Because from folks looking on the outside into your life, they would literally trade spots with you in a heartbeat. Heck, they are already doing it in their daydreams. Recognize that YOU ARE THAT BITCH.

You may come from a great family life. Or people think you come from a super good looking family judging based off of your looks alone lol

A lot of people want to be tied to you in some way. People feel that being connected to you gives them "brownie points" in popularity 😂😂 some people may try to befriend you for clout. I'm not even getting social media vibes, although y'all may be big on social media too. But I'm sensing like real life clout, which is ten times better than social media clout, ya feel me. It's almost like knowing you in real life makes people feel more important in real life.

Y'all are the IT GIRL/ IT BOY. Everyone wanna be you, do the things you do, talk like you, walk like you, fucking everyfannnggg!!! I cannot with y'all. You guys are unreal but thats why we are so fucking obsessed with you, booo. Keep doing you and keep being you 🌻

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Pile 2 - Cutie Pie 🥧

Overall Tarot Card: Ace of Cups

Channelled Song: My Bestie by Lloyd ft Sevyn

⛽ The gasssss on you is.....⛽

🍯🍯CUTENESS OVERLOAD!!!!!!! YOU ARE THE CUTEST FUCKING THING EVER 🍯🍯

Everyone wants to hug you, squeeze you, love on you. Stick you in their pocket and take you home. This vibe is so mushy and gooey!

Everybody's little sister. You provoke a very protective spirit in those around you and those close to you. You are looked at as something that needs to be protected at all costs.

I dunno what it is about you but people will go to bat for you no matter the situation or the time. If ever you are in trouble, you have a whole gang of people who you can count on to drop what they are doing and prioritize you. Even if they are pissed off at you, they would lay their differences to the side and come to your rescue.

You make people feel very emotional when it comes to even just the thought of you. You are so special to people I don't think you realize that!

You are that person in people's lives that they cannot imagine ever losing. Like an angel in disguise who needs to be protected from this cruel world.

You attract friends like flies!!!!! This pile is SOOOOOOO popular and you don't even have to try. You could actually be a more introverted and reserved person but constantly have a crowd of people with you.

Sooooo warm and soft. Feels like I'm sinking in an ocean of really warm honey. That's how you make people feel.

People LOVE hugging you, cuddling you, and feeling you. Your presence is very calming and motherly.

You have great motherly instincts and people trust you with their children and animals. Kids might naturally flock to you and easily trust you because of your kind nature.

You may only consider a small group of people as friends but there are so many people who consider you as one of their best friends. You may make some friends jealous because they envisioned some type of exclusive friendship with you. However, a lot of people need you in their life and so that's something they need to come to terms with.

A lot of people feel like they can confide in you with confidential matters, knowing it will be kept safe. You also give really great advice that helps people progress further on their life path.

You are a very necessary presence in many peoples life stories. If every human soul had a book about their life, there would be at least one chapter about you in multiple life books. While most people are only focused on writing their own book, they are scarcely mentioned in other stories. But you, you are very necessary in the development of other people's life journeys. Like you make an impact on their story for the better. Wowwwww. I can only imagine that this role comes with a lot of positive karma for you and your generations to come.

You beautify every place you enter, every floor you walk on, and every person you meet. You are a contagious ray of light that shines everywhere you go even in the darkest of places.

You very rarely compete or get jealous of people and that's why many consider you to be their best friend. They feel completely free to be themselves around you with no judgement, guilt or shame.

You are unapologetically yourself and it's a big turn on for the opposite sex.

Many people wish they could possess your unapologetic nature but they are realizing it is a lot harder to mimic than they thought.

"I walk like this cuz I can back it up. I got a big ego" -Beyonce

You been through a lot and it shows through how sweet and caring you are. And because you put out that energy, people wanna love you the same way in return.

You really tug at people's heart strings when they think of you. I'm hearing "a heart of gold and titanium". So valuable and indestructible.

You have been placed on this throne by a lot of people. Very very respected and admired. I'm hearing you proved yourself. Your true colors shown and they worked in your favor.

An example for others to follow

A true royal

SELF-CONTROL, SELF-CONTROL, SELF-CONTROL. You have so much self control and people are both envious and admiring that trait of yours. "The one with the most control over themselves is the one with the most power in the room."

You might be a very adaptable person. You literally can chop it up with anybody you want! No personality is too hard for you to adapt to.

You have such a knack for resolving conflict. You can de-escalate any situation with your soft spoken voice and level-headedness. Things always run smoother when you are around.

People take you seriously and really listen when you speak. You may not vocalize your opinions as often as others, but when you finally do, it shocks people, so they listen.

A deep well of wisdom.

Honorable. Highly respected. Highly trusted.

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Pile 3 - LEGEND ⚜️

Overall Tarot Card: 8 of Pentacles

Channelled Song: One Call Away by Bina Butta

⛽ The gasssss on you is.....⛽

🥶🥶 YOU OUT HERE GIVING US THE SHIVERS WITH YO ICY FINE ASS 🥶🥶

BOSS BITCHHHHH. I see you focused on that bag and getting that bag!!! If you chose this pile, YOU LOOK LIKE MONEY, HUNNY 🤑

"came through drippin *drip drip*"

You are a hard ass worker. I'm getting strong energy coming from the workplace you work at. You got a lot of people dumbfounded at your work ethic. For some reason, I'm getting that they didn't think you were going to be the type of worker that you are.

You may be known as someone who bosses up every time you experience a hardship in life. It's actually pretty phenomenal to watch.

Phoenix rising from the ashes.

You are that one character in a movie story that never dies 😂 it's like no matter how many battles you fight, you never fucking die lol it's annoying to your haters but so inspiring to those who witness this inner strength of yours.

You are a LEGEND! Some people think that your life experiences are too good to be true. But they just ain't ever met nobody like you before thats why. I'm hearing that behind your back people try to investigate the validity of your story just to be humbled when they find witnesses who retell the same story.

People want to know the depths of your life experience. I'm getting that people view you kind of like Indiana Jones who is well travelled with many stories and adventures to tell for many days.

You inspire people to think outside of the box. To want more for themselves and be open to newer opportunities that can make them feel free and alive again. You make them want to explore life again.

You walk around like a large ball of life force energy. Anything within a 5 foot radius of you starts to be influenced by your vibration.

A lot of people speak about you!!! A lot of people have your name in their mouth. It's very positive though. I'm hearing a lot of praise, chanting your name. Celebrating you!

I sense you might be hermit mode or really just focusing on yourself. People can see the changes that are happening through your physical appearance . Your hardwork and focus shines through your countenance.

You have a lot more people who support and love you. Im feeling that for this pile, the support isn't as apparent as it was for Group 2. I'm feeling like this pile stands alone with lots of silent supporters. Something about you being very intimidating or being closed off to a connection is what's blocking people from showing their support but it's like they understand why you are closed off and respect your boundaries.

People feel like you are going very far in life and will hit it big in the future. They want to see you win and are silently watching until then.

The way you carry yourself is top notch alpha type vibes. Specifically for my feminines, this is so sexy about you. You carry this masculine energy in such a sexy feminine way it intimidates and submits even the strongest of men. Very BAWS BOSS like.

RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 🦁

BOSS, BOSS, BOSS, BAWSSSYYYYYY

"Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass" 🤨🤨okaaayyyy, someone clearly has a nice juicy ass that needs to be pointed out 🤷🏾‍♀️

You must have a very strong presence in your work place because the energy keeps taking me to a work environment. Either that or you think about work all the time 😂 you really are such an independent woman. Some may call it hyper independent but do you honey. Set the standard as high as you want. Don't let their intimidated ass opinion shrink you 😉

Maybe you own a lot of businesses or aspire to own your own business. People see the potential for you. But I'm getting indecisive energy. You are probably really talented at SOOO many things and are weighing out your options. However, you know that once you have made your decision, there is no stopping you from reaching the top. Everyone else knows it too and that's why they are silently watching you.

You are a rare human. You have an imagination that is so active. Anything you imagine, you create in this world. You were probably a very imaginative kid and highly active. With how hard you work coupled with your crazy active imagination, you actually have the power to manifest whatever you want into existence. Maybe you are aware of that. Maybe you aren't. But channelling this energy feels very magnetic and strong. Keep your imaginations alive. Keep your dreams alive. Chase them.

People wonder how you gained such a bright imagination. They wish they could have that light that you have. You heal a lot of people's inner child by giving them experiences to exercise their imagination. Maybe you enjoy conversations about the trendy things from people's childhoods or you like to talk about the future a lot. You spark creativity and imagination for people and it gives them motivation for life again.

You lead by example. Lots of people are out here running they mouth but you stay steady on your grind proving your worth through your life.

You have silent supporters because you are a silent leader. You don't do much talking. You just do the damn thing and later on people find out what you did and are completely shocked.

You are a bombshell. Not only do you look great but you're like a ticking time bomb in people's minds. You constantly have people stewing over you and then boom, you do something that blows everybody's minds lol. I like this vibe. Very spontaneous and fun to be around

#Spotify #pick a pile #pac reading #pick a card reading #tarot community #intuitive readings #astro community #art #astro notes #astrology #zodiac #leo zodiac sign #scorpio #taurus #aquarius #virgobaby #libra moon

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I am interested to know about the 4 winds and what is their role in mythology

You’re in luck because while there isn’t much material, it’s fairly easily accessible - by reading Wiggermann’s The Four Winds and the Origin of Pazuzu you can learn 90% of what there is to know. However, since he doesn’t cover the myth(s) involving the South Wind, I figured a brief summary is in order - you can find it under the cut. All images are taken from Wiggermann’s article, and have been reproduced here for educational purposes only.

The four winds are the West Wind (Amurru; not identical with the god Amurru), the East Wind (Šadû), the North Wind (Ištānu; no relation to the phonetically similar Hittite designation for sun deities) and the South Wind (Šūtu; I’m not aware of any connection to the goddess Sutītu, who was essentially a deified Sutean - ie. “Southerner” - stereotype much like how Amurru was a deified stereotypical Amorite). The names are virtually always translated into English, so I’ll stick to following this convention here. The South Wind, who has a plenty of solo attestations as a literary character, is usually female, and the other three male; this reflects the grammatical gender of their names. However, there is at least one case where the North Wind is referred to with feminine terms regardless of that. It seems fairly consistent that regardless of their gender the four are treated as siblings, though. We know they shared the same mother but her identity is never specified. Not that unusual, really. In Mesopotamian astronomy, the winds’ names could also refer to specific constellations: North Wind is Ursa Major, South Wind is Piscis Austrinus, West Wind is Scorpio and East Wind is Perseus and the Pleiades. Note that some of these connections are not exclusive to them; Scorpio or individual stars forming it could be instead associated with Ishara, Ninigirimma, or even Lisin.

While it can be difficult to identify minor deities in Mesopotamian art, the four winds are distinct enough to make this fairly straightforward to researchers. All of them are depicted with wings and windswept hair (of course), but there are additional traits unique to each. The South Wind, as expected, looks feminine and typically has entwined legs; the North Wind is partially theriomorphic (the rest has no animal traits save for their wings); the West Wind is bent over in an acrobatic pose; and the East Wind is, essentially, a “generic wind” iconographically. The oldest example of a depiction of the group is a seal from Sippar from the nineteenth century BCE, which shows the four of them surrounding a weather god, presumably Adad:

Wiggermann based on this attestation suggests that the group might have originally emerged from the theological speculation of Adad’s clergy from Sippar, and that the seal might depict a set of statues displayed at his local temple. Hard to prove, but compelling, imo. However, personified winds occasionally can be found in earlier sources too: one of Gudea’s inscriptions poetically described the North Wind as a winged man, there’s also a seal from roughly the same period showing Adad, his spouse (presumably Shala) and a winged attendant who might similarly be a wind. However, they were not exclusively associated with the weather god - there is also at least one reference to them acting as messengers of Anu instead. South Wind sometimes appears as a servant of Ea, as well.

With time, the South Wind essentially overshadowed her siblings, and could be recognized as an independent wind deity. She eventually lost part of her original iconography: the wings vanished, but a standard horned crown started to appear on her head, indicating stabilization of her status as a deity. She plays a major role in the myth Adapa and the South Wind. The eponymous hero breaks her wing (or both of her wings) with a curse (notably no physical contact occurs), and as a result she stops blowing. Anu therefore summons Adapa to heaven. He plans to essentially deify him, but this doesn’t come to pass because Ea convinced him to refuse any gifts he might receive.

In this article you can learn more about the history of this myth. Most notably, recently a new version has been discovered during excavations at Tell Haddad (ancient Me-Turan). This is relevant to your question since it seems to its compilers it was South Wind who mattered more than Adapa - the narrative is more concerned with her restoration than with its expected protagonist! Anu asks Adapa why did he break her wings, he seemingly does not answer, and instead the focus shifts to declaring a new destiny for the South Wind. Her arrival is said to bring an unspecified disease, which however is also cured by her departure. By breaking her wings, Adapa made her unable to leave, which seemingly meant the disease could not be cured. Interestingly, this might actually be the original form of the myth - in other words, it was originally about the South Wind, with Adapa as a side character, with the switch of importance only occurring later.

Next to the South Wind, the West Wind probably fared the best once the group ceased to be depicted together. He absorbed his brother’s non-human traits, and in the Middle Babylonian period sometimes had the tail of a bird or stinger or a scorpion, and on top of that a set of talons. The acrobatic pose remained consistent, though. Wiggermann thinks that he was subsequently fused with the apotropaic image of Humbaba’s head to create a prototype of Pazuzu, but this remains speculative.

#mesopotamian miscellanea

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Hi! I have been binge-reading your villainess/villain au and they were all so good like it is the perfect combination of Twst and the usual villainess isekai trope. Plus I really like how you characterize the twst guys and each MCS in the au (I really like Azul's villainess/villain mc in particular, they give me a bit of Regina George's vibe: confident, smart, and fabulously charming), also I hope you don't mind me drawing some fanart of Riddle's villainess/villain mc in my interpretation along with the og villainess (a bit trigger warning for her)

have a good day!

It's always so shocking to me to hear such compliments about my work but thank you so much for your kind words >_< <3

While I try to keep myself from putting in anything like details appearance or looks as to maintain that reader perspective, BUT that's so crazy that your art is almost exactly like I usually imagine Riddle's villain/ess!reader when I'm writing. Your art is absolutely beautiful! I love the details of the crown and the cracked mirror! How villainously gorgeous <3

#twisted wonderland #twst #villainess au #disney twisted wonderland #coralinnii answers

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demethinkstoomuch · 2 years

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A Survey of House Leadership Titles

We know just enough about each house and its founders that I think there might be some threads to pull at in terms of what different house titles say about the house intends of its leadership, or some other interesting observation -- in some cases, not a lot, but I’d say enough that there’s enough for me to play with and gnaw on like a naughty cat who should not be chewing embroidery thread.

The Second: No Known Title????

This is so interesting to me. Like, Judith is heir to the House of the Second, and this is a fact that, nevertheless, never at any point makes anything about the internal structure of the second even the slightest bit clear. What is she even heir to? I’m assuming it’s hereditary, because that seems to be the case across the board except for the Sixth. But what is she actually heir to? The training facility? The cohort command within the system??? Something else???

We don’t know, we just know their cohort ranks. Judith’s father was an admiral -- but I am sadly forced to conclude not Sarpedon, because Judith’s father projected a career for her that would force her to stay mostly within the system, and Sarpedon’s career has mostly kept him out of system. This constitutes the entirety of what we know about the Second... But, there’s information in this non-information. What this all says about the Second is that they try and present their cohort ranks as the important ones, the ones that Really Matter...But, then again, Judith, a mere captain, is the heir of the house, so...Are they what Really Matter, really? We don’t know the rules about which contexts things matter in, which I would call not encouraging. That said, I’m betting that Judith a) tries to avoid this contradiction sincerely and steadfastly by honoring the Cohort’s chain of command, and b) she isn’t the only one. If there’s an illusion that there is no mess or complication or strangeness here, it’s a precious illusion that no one intends to disturb until push comes to shove. What the Second cares about most, between their hierarchy and the cohort’s, is a question they do not want to answer.

The Third: King/Queen(?) of Ida, assumed

Man, that is such the most attention-whore title. The pageantry! The showmanship! Crown princes! Princesses! I bet there’s a literal crown, don’t you? (Also, while I’d assume from numerical order that the 5th came after the 3rd, I get the vibe from the general atmospheres of the houses the title order might have been different, that the 3rd picked King and Queen because it’s like Lord and Lady, but bigger and better. If it isn’t, then this is what would have happened if the chronology had played out differently.)

By the way, I do want to know why Babs is a Prince. Like, is that a family rank? A cavalier primary rank? A combined Cavalier-Family rank? A courtesy title? Answer the question, Naberius Tern!

The Fourth: Baron/ess of Tisis

I don’t have much to say about this one, except that my guess is that it’s kind of like the Third or Fifth titles, but, like, different (and a little bit Less Fancy.) I think that is not a coincidence even a little. Also, Baron sounds very cool.

The Fifth: Lady/Lord of Konniortus

Oh, man. I have takes on this one. For one, this is 100% an Augustine decision. For two, Oh, good heavens, he was so smug about it for centuries. It’s powerful, yet understated. Grand as all hell, but not showing off. Everyone would have wanted classical nobility titles, but the specificity of some makes them a bit weaker. I’m thinking of, like, the Lady of the Mercians, or Empress Matilda going by “Lady of the English” as an uncrowned queen for the way the term can sort of gently elide over questions of specific rank. It’s simple, classy, brief. Augustine is judging half the titles on this list and laughing with a sad shake of his head, like it’s cute that you tried to go as hard as “Lady of Konniortus” and you absolutely failed. And those are the ones where he’s not actively rolling his eyes. But more on that in, oh, about 3 houses from now.

The Sixth: Master Warden

OK, but you know who deserves to be smug for her rad naming skills? Cassie. And I say Cassie, to be clear, because I know it’s her name. Or, the name someone who knew the things Cassie knew about the Sixth. Because, really, I think this refers, in an oblique way, to the Break Clause. Because that clause is, well, it’s the key. It’s the key to the literal and metaphorical lock binding the Sixth House to the empire and to the planet. The whole facility is a prisoner, in a way, overseen by its warden. The whole facility is a lock. And do you know what we call the internal jaws of a lock?

Nothing, actually, because there isn’t a part of a lock that one calls “the internal jaws,” I’ve looked up locksmithing terms when google could not avail me. But...I do know that, if Palamedes and the Sixth thinks of a part of the lock as the Internal Jaws, he’s talking about the little metal pieces inside the lock that the key’s teeth and cut are meant to fit into and around, so only the right key will fit. They are jaws in the sense that teeth fit into them. When Palamedes makes this little riddle during the Fifth’s dinner party, he’s talking about The Wards. And that it can be unlocked, if a key that fits the ward(en)s is produced, is how the Sixth House is like a lock.

I love that for the Sixth. I got so excited about this realization that I went to some lengths to include this line of thinking in a sixth-house centric fic, because it was simply too good to leave out.They went for an elaborate, multilayered self-created reference that refers back to their secret secession plan, and they’ve stuck with that for 10,000 years without giving away the Bit. Good for them. Really, just delightful.

The Seventh: Duchess/Duke of Rhodes (Assumed)

So, this is more or less just like how I read the Fourth’s nomenclature, except they went with Fancy over Cool. It’s very nearly as important as King/Queen, but not quite, which suits them well enough. Unless there’s a higher rank and Dulcie’s parents have that rank, which they might. It seems implied. They also keep up the theming, with Pro being a Knight of Rhodes. Point is, they, the Third, the Fifth, and the Fourth are all a part of a system of names, with the Fifth a tiny bit set apart, and the Third probably clawing for the top.

The Eighth: Master Templar of the White Glass

I love this title, and part of what I love is that I know Augustine hates it and rolls his eyes every time he hears it. Because I think it’s a Christabel idea. And I say that for a couple of reasons. The biggest being, it sounds very cool but it makes no sense. Like, flash your mind through literally every point at which Silas or the Eighth house are mentioned. How many of them refer to, in any way, anything pertaining to White Glass? Once, only once. Harrow refers to “White glass mysteries,” but that’s it. It’s a mystery. Outside of that, this title only exists, is only referred to, is only acknowledged at all, in the Gideon the Ninth Dramatis Personae. Sure, the Eighth get described with White, and Templars seems reasonable. They are even referred to as White Templars, because, sure, sensible. But White Glass? Is a throw-away concept here, one only Harrow seems to ever think about. It is a cool-sounding title that refers to nothing of any significance. Its only justification is that it’s rad. It’s just a little stupid, but joyfully so.

Which is not a Mercymorn thing. But I can totally see it as a Christabel decision, one she got very excited about. Like, this is the woman who made One Flesh, One End a thing for the next 10,000 years. Christabel seems to love this stuff, and I think if she got cheerfully enthusiastic about it, Mercymorn would go along with it, and that would enshrine it forever.

The Ninth: The Reverend Father/Mother

So, this is another very good one. Like, Anastasia and Cassiopeia are over here thinking of legitimately good and clever titles, ones which contain a duty, and a secret, and it’s the duty at the core of the house’s leadership, at that. Obviously, the idea of a Reverend Mother is one suitable for the Abbess of a nunnery, so that checks out to begin with, but there’s another layer to it, too. A reason why it’s Reverend Mother and not, say, Abbess, that catches my eye post-Nona, but really ought to have caught my eye before that. “Reverend Daughter,” as a position of heirship, is something important because it’s a Ninth invention. The existence of a Daughter or a Son, as opposed to just having Sisters or Brothers and Mothers or Fathers, creates a direct family line within the ruling family. It becomes a bloodline and an abbey in the same breath.

Harrow insists from the Pool Scene onward that it was critical, the whole future of their house, to have an unbroken bloodline of necromancers descended from Anastasia. And at the end of Nona, we see why: Because Anastasia made a pact with Alecto that is recognized as being attached to Anastasia’s descendants, known by blood. They are the unfulfilled vow, Harrow is right! A line of parents and children, reaching back to their original parent, who made a promise. Mothers and Daughters, all the way down. That’s what the House is really for.

A+ Naming, Anastasia. Fantastic. Beautiful.

#The Locked Tomb #TLT #Nona the Ninth Spoilers #Gideon the Ninth #Palamedes Sextus #harrowhark nonagesimus #christabel oct #Augustine the First #mercymorn the first #Cassiopeia the First #Anastasia TLT #Alecto tlt #I'm just saying girls out here are winning on the house titles. Girls and Augustine #I was so haunted by Palamedes' dinner conversation that I had to google #then look up locksmithing terms because google gave me nothing #Then had to scan a list of terms until I found one that I thought would be a pun and then reverse-engineered it #Also on the list that I thought were interesting: Shackle and Cam #Shackle being the hinge on a padlock's locking bar #Relevant to the concept of the prison of course #And Cam being 'Usually a tongue fixed to the end of the plug of a cylinder lock or latch'#Do I think this is deliberate? Probably not.#Do I think it's a cute little coincidence and someone (maybe me but come play with me in this space!) should make hay of it? Definitely yes #I still am haunted by WHAT EVEN IS THE SECOND HOUSE'S ACTUAL LEADERSHIP TITLE AND WHAT DOES IT DO #And I am still haunted by What Makes Naberius a Prince #But the world may never know #silas octakiseron

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moiteneia · 2 months

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The Lost Prince:

AU em que q!Cellbit é o Principe Perdido do Reino Quesadilha. Procurado desde do seu desaparecimento aos 13 anos, ninguém sabe onde ele está. Até que a Princesa Herdeira, q!Bagi, ordena que aquele dito como o melhor soldado de seu reino caminhe em direção A Guerra de Sangue no reino vizinho para procurar o príncipe perdido.

O que q!Roier não imaginava ao chegar lá era que aquele que deveria ser o seu príncipe estaria em meio aos corpos e segurando uma única faca para matar seus adversários. Sem lembranças de quem ele era ou deveria ser, q!Cellbit é apenas uma criatura tentando se manter vivo enquanto é forçado a lutar.

Será que ele conseguirá salvar q!Cell ou esse está mais perdido do que todos poderiam imaginar?

XxX ENG XxX

AU in which q!Cellbit is the Lost Prince of the Quesadilha Kingdom. Wanted since his disappearance at the age of 13, no one knows where he is.

Until the Crown Princess, q!Bagi, orders the one said to be the best soldier in her kingdom to walk towards The Blood War in the neighboring kingdom to look for the lost prince.

What q!Roier didn't imagine when he got there was that the one who was supposed to be his prince would be among the bodies and holding a single knife to kill his opponents. With no memories of who he was or should be, q!Cellbit is just a creature trying to stay alive while being forced to fight.

Will he be able to save q!Cell or is he more lost than anyone could imagine?

#qsmp #q!cellbit #qsmp cellbit #headcanon #Au #guapoduo #qsmp guapoduo #qsmp spiderbit #spiderbit #q!roier #roier qsmp

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jimagicpjct · 11 months

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JiMagic | Doação de capas

Antes de adotar um design, por favor, leia as regras aqui

Sejam todos bem vindos, ao nosso evento de doações, com capas feitas por toda a nossa staff da área de design.

Antes de pegar algum design, pedimos que curtam esse post. Poderão adotar três capas, leiam as regras atentamente. Aproveitem!

[clique no link para obter acesso as capas]

Capa 01 [Crown]

User do designer: @GeminnieKook

Personagens: Park Jimin

Alterações: Subtítulo

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 02 [Magic Elves]

User do designer: @GeminnieKook

Personagens: Jeon Jungkook

Alterações: Subtítulo

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 03 [Sem título]

User do designer: @Ggukluvi

Personagens: Jeon Jungkook

Alterações: Título

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 04 [Demon Lord]

User do designer: @6Tortuguita9

Personagens: Park Jimin

Alterações: Não faz alterações

Status: disponível

Capa 05 [Butterfly]

User do designer: @Lunax_Kim

Personagens: Min Yoongi

Alterações: Título

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 06 [Destiny]

User do designer: @MiihFlyer

Personagens: Min Yoongi

Alterações: Não faz alterações

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 07 [Garoto infernal]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Minsung

Alterações: Frase

Status: disponível

Capa 08 [Na sombra do rei]

User do designer: @6Tortuguita9

Personagens: Kim Taehyung

Alterações: Não faz alterações

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 09 [Todas as cores do arco-íris]

User do designer: @6Tortuguita9

Personagens: Jung Hoseok e Kim Taehyung

Alterações: Não faz alterações

Status: disponível

Capa 10 [Sem título]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Park Jimin

Alterações: Título e adiciona algo a mais

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 11 [Meu namorado é um et]

User do designer: @Lunax_Kim

Personagens: Min Yoongi e Park Jimin

Alterações: Título

Status: disponível

Capa 12 [Uma história de amor por: Kim Namjoon]

User do designer: @Lunax_Kim

Personagens: Kim Namjoon e Kim Seokjin

Alterações: Título

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 13 [Amor de verão]

User do designer: @MiihFlyer

Personagens: Park Jimin e Jeon Jungkook

Alterações: Não faz alterações

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 14 [O beijo roubado]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Park Jimin e Jeon Jungkook

Alterações: Título e frase

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 15 [Cat and dog]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Taegyu

Alterações: Título

Status: disponível

Capa 16 [Ela toda certa e eu todo errado]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Jeon Jungkook

Alterações: Título

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 17 [Autumm afternoon]

User do designer: @MiihFlyer

Personagens: Park Jimin

Alterações: Não faz alterações

Status: disponível

Capa 18 [Boys don't cry]

User do designer: @MiihFlyer

Personagens: Park Jimin

Alterações: Não faz alterações

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 19 [Chuva de meteoros]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Kim Taehyung

Alterações: Frase

Status: disponível

Capa 20 [O ciúmes]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Jung Hoseok e Kim Taehyung

Alterações: Título

Status: disponível

Capa 21 [Sem título]

User do designer: @Xsuibian

Personagens: Park Jimin

Alterações: Título

Status: disponível

Capa 22 [O garoto da floresta]

User do designer: @Yooni937

Personagens: Park Jimin

Alterações: Frase

Status: disponível

Capa 23 [Oh my God]

User do designer: @Vitoriasfrid77

Personagens: Yeh Shuhua, do (G)I-DLE

Alterações: Título

Status: disponível

Capa 24 [Dear Jungkook]

User do designer: @MiihFlyer

Personagens: Park Jimin e Jeon Jungkook

Alterações: Não faz alterações

Status: disponível

Capa 25 [Até o verão terminar]

User do designer: @Tokyevils

Personagens: Park Jimin e Jeon Jungkook

Alterações: Título, frase ou subtítulo

Status: disponível

Capa 26 [Sem título]

User do designer: @Tokyevils

Personagens: Kim Taehyung e Jeon Jungkook

Alterações: Título, frase ou subtítulo

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 27 [Crossed lines over the heart]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Jung Hoseok e Kim Taehyung

Alterações: Frase

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 28 [Fake news]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Kim Taehyung e Jung Hoseok

Alterações: Título

Status: disponível

Capa 29 [Me beije sem medo]

User do designer: @MiihFlyer

Personagens: Park Jimin

Alterações: Não faz alterações

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 30 [Models]

User do designer: @MiihFlyer

Personagens: Min Yoongi e Jung Hoseok

Alterações: Não faz alterações

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 31 [Sem título]

User do designer: @Tokyevils

Personagens: Sadie Sink

Alterações: Título, frase ou subtítulo

Status: disponível

Capa 32 [Sem título]

User do designer: @Tokyevils

Personagens: Kim Taehyung

Alterações: Título, frase ou subtítulo

Status: disponível

Capa 33 [Meu céu estrelado]

User do designer: @MiihFlyer

Personagens: Park Jimin

Alterações: Não faz alterações

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 34 [Favorite crime]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Jeon Jungkook e Kim Taehyung

Alterações: Frase

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 35 [A fúria de Jung Hoseok]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Kim Taehyung e Jung Hoseok

Alterações: Frase

Status: disponível

Capa 36 [Sem título]

User do designer: @Tokyevils

Personagens: Park Jimin

Alterações: Título, frase ou subtítulo

Status: disponível

Capa 37 [Sem título]

User do designer: @Tokyevils

Personagens: Kim Taehyung e Min Yoongi

Alterações: Título, frase ou subtítulo

Status: disponível

Capa 38 [I might kill you ex]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Jeon Jungkook

Alterações: Frase

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 39 [Jealous]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Kim Taehyung e Jung Hoseok

Alterações: Frase

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 40 [Meu namorado da moto]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Park Jimin e Jeon Jungkook

Alterações: Título e frase

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 41 [Sem título]

User do designer: @Tokyevils

Personagens: Tzuyu

Alterações: Título, frase ou subtítulo

Status: disponível

Capa 42 [Sem título]

User do designer: @Tokyevils

Personagens: Rose

Alterações: Título, frase ou subtítulo

Status: disponível

Capa 43 [Sem título]

User do designer: @Tokyevils

Personagens: Jisoo

Alterações: Título, frase ou subtítulo

Status: disponível

Capa 44 [Nothing breaks heart]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Kim Taehyung e Kim Seokjin

Alterações: Frase

Status: indisponível (doada)

Capa 45 [Ponto fraco de Jung Hoseok]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Kim Taehyung e Jung Hoseok

Alterações: Título e frase

Status: disponível

Capa 46 [Premonition d'amour]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Kim Taehyung e Jung Hoseok

Alterações: Frase

Status: disponível

Capa 47 [Strawberry fields]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Park Jimin e Jeon Jungkook

Alterações: Título e frase

Status: disponível

Capa 48 [Sugar rush ride]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Yeonjun Soobin Taehyun Beomgyu e Hueningkai

Alterações: Frase

Status: disponível

Capa 49 [Zero o'clok]

User do designer: @Amanddyh

Personagens: Kim Seokjin, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung e Jeon Jungkook

Alterações: Título e frase

Status: disponível

#evento de doação de capas #capa para doação #doação de capas #spirit fanfics #wattapad #capa de spirit #capa de wattpad #adote uma capa

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jedimaesteryoda · 2 months

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"He told about Prince Garin, I remember, the one that I was named for." "Garin the Great," offered Drey, "the wonder of the Rhoyne." "That's the one. He made Valyria tremble." "They trembled," said Ser Gerold, "then they killed him. If I led a quarter of a million men to death, would they call me Gerold the Great?" -AFFC, The Queenmaker

Arianne thinks herself Nymeria when Daenerys is actually the image of Nymeria: a ruling warrior queen from the east who after years of wandering leads her people on ships to Westeros to escape slavery, married three times and remains undefeated on the battlefield.

Arianne is more Garin the Great: the Rhoynish prince/ess who leads their people to war and after some initial success, loses to invading Valyrian dragonlords.

Garin dismissed Nymeria who warned him and the other Rhoynish princes that they could not win a war against the Valyrians. Garin led his people, and after a few tactical victories, Nymeria's warnings proved correct when an army of 300+ dragons descended from the sky and burned his army. He died in a golden cage as his city of Chroyane was destroyed with his only release being the Rhoyne flooding the city and turning the festival city into the Sorrows, an uninhabited, plague-infested ruin.

His story is effectively a lesson on arrogance and the foolhardiness and dangers of blindly going down a path to avoid confronting the inevitable, harsh truth. As is often the case in these stories, he took the path that ultimately did lead to the destruction of his city and the absorption of the Rhoynish lands by the Valyrian Freehold, the exact fate he tried to avoid.

It was ultimately Nymeria who accomplished what Garin could not: preserve Rhoynish independence against Valyrian domination. She also proved to be a successful military leader winning all her wars and crushing her enemies in Dorne.

Arianne's desire is less noble than Garin's given he was defending his homeland while Arianne is getting involved in the game of thrones. When Daenerys inevitably reaches Westeros, Arianne will learn Garin's lesson the hard way when she chooses to fight the last living dragonlords to keep her crown and avoid confronting the truth that Aegon is a false pretender. While Dorne will once again be conquered by an invading warrior queen.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #arianne martell #house martell #dorne #dragons #house targaryen #queen daenerys #daenerys stormborn #daenerys targaryen

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merchen-aeravellae · 4 months

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☄️Masterlist🪐

*.◦°◦✯◦°◦Margo◦°◦✯◦°◦.*

Welcome to this page! Get ready to embark on an adventure where every choice is crucial. Choose a spaceship that will take you to a different story and let yourself be carried away by the galaxy of possibilities I have for you.

🛸 🛸Yandere Royal Family x Fake Princess!Reader

🛸Yandere astronaut x tall! Alien reader

🛸Desperate Romantic Yandere x Reader

🛸Yandere Enemy x Reader

Future Projects

🛸Yandere Omega x Alpha Reader

🛸Yandere Ceo x Crossdressing (FemaleReader)

🛸Yandere Crown Prince x Crossdressing (MaleReader)

🛸Yandere Transmigrant x Villain(ness) Reader

🛸Yandere Emperor x Modern Reader

🛸Yandere Childhood Best Friend x Reincarnated Reader

🛸Yandere Ex x Reader

🛸Yandere Servant x Noble Reader

🛸 Yandere Hater x Reader

🛸 Yandere Fiance x Reader

🛸 Yandere Regressor x Reader

🛸Yandere Sky God x Priest(ess) Reader

🛸 Yandere Moon x Sun Reader

🛸 Yandere Son of The Moon x Gypsy Reader

🛸 Yandere Ghost Groom x Bride Reader

🛸 Yandere Chosen One x Warrior Reader

🛸 Yandere Alpha x Beta Reader

🛸 Yandere Modern Prince x Fake Duchess Reader

🛸 Yandere False Messiah x Saint Reader

🛸 Yandere Immortal x Reader

🛸 Yandere System x Player Reader

🛸 Yandere Wizard x Ballerina Reader

🛸 Yandere Time Traveler x Reader

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

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saintseiyaartbykerulin · 7 months

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✨✨✨✨ SAINTOBER 2023 ✨✨✨✨

🌼Sasha, Alone e Tenma com coroinhas de flores🌼 Dia 22: Crown Esse veio com atraso. Eu não tava mt ok das ideias, ai atrasou e por causa disso os demais tbm serão atrasados

|| Twitter || || instagram || || Twitter NSFW || || Threads || || Blogspot || || Vk || || facebook || || DEVIANTART || || Pixiv || || Koo ||

#knights of zodiac #saintseiya #saint seiya cavaleiros do zodiaco #saint seiya knights of the zodiac #saint seiya #caballeros del zodiaco #saint seiya cavaleiros do zodíaco #cavaleiros do zodiaco #cavaleiros do zodíaco #lost canvas #the lost canvas #saint seiya lost canvas #alone hades #alone lost canvas #sasha saint seiya #tenma de pegaso #sasha atena #saintober 2023

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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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Anastasia concept with the Harbingers. . .

The idea of Snezhnaya losing a crown heir/ess because of some sort of tragedy, it's why the Harbingers are occasionally sent out as diplomats to find you. Little do they know, you're an amnesiac at some quaint little village living the cottagecore life.

If they find you, will you be willing to return to a cold and desolate nation which you have no memories of?

And what if they're not even sure it's you? You just look so much like the child portraits, perhaps this would please the Tsaritsa?

If you stay, Harbingers would continue to visit this little village of yours, giving you no sense of normalcy. If you go, then which entourage will escort you to your birth nation and what could the journey have in store?

#hira brainrot #tsaritsa #genshin #genshin impact #harbingers #fatui harbingers #harbinger x reader

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heich0e · 2 years

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18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT tw: en ess eff double u, f!reader, "baby" and "my girl" used as petnames, blowjobs, deepthroating, facials, cum eating

Miya Atsumu has never been quiet a single day in his life.

He's boisterous in everything that he does and feels; loud in his triumphs and in his failures, as vocal in his happiness as he is in his discontent.

You never have to wonder what Atsumu's thinking or feeling, and you appreciate that about him. It makes him easy to figure out.

Especially now, with his cock halfway down your throat.

"Oh, baby--haa shit yer so--baby yer so good to me. F-feels so good."

The impossibly well-defined musculature of Astumu's stomach tenses as you hum around him, the gentle dips and valleys between his abdominals growing more pronounced as he struggles against the instinct to rut forward into the soft, wet heat of your mouth.

It's almost unfair how pretty he is, even on the brink of falling apart: his bleached hair--still wet from the shower he's just taken--pushed back from his handsome face, pink in the cheeks, and lips red from how his infuriatingly straight teeth are gnawing into them. When you look at Atsumu on the edge like this, defenseless against you and your touch, you think you know a little bit what it must feel to be like him--to know a bit of the power he wields when he's got his opposing team at his mercy.

One large, olympically-trained hand rests against your crown, threading through your hair as he follows the steady bob of your head--never rushing you, just keeping you where you are.

"Deeper baby...take me deeper, wanna fuck yer pretty throat."

You moan at his words, spit dribbling past your lips and down your chin, and he echoes the sound with one of his own--louder, less muffled than yours had been. You relax your muscles as best you're able and take him a little further down on the next swallow, feeling the familiar stretch of your throat accommodating the press of his cock as it slips deeper than it had been before.

"Yeah, ye-ah," the blonde's voice pitches up, breaking halfway through the exclamation. He tilts his head back, but tries his best to keep his eyes on you.

Your nails bite into the skin on his thigh--his perfect, sculpted thigh--and you breathe through your nose to keep yourself calm. You feel drunk--hazy and light--off the feeling of him alone, the taste of him enough to cloud your senses.

"So good to me, so good to me. That's my girl," Atsumu keens as you draw back and dip forward again, your tongue gliding against the underside of his cock as it nestles its way past your gag reflex at the back of your throat.

You reach up with the hand not bracing yourself against his thigh and trail your touch up the back of his leg. His hips jerk forward and a loud whine rips through his chest as your fingertips graze from his perineum to the underside of his balls.

"Fuck, gonna cum--" he chokes out as his cock throbs on your tongue. You wrap your hand tightly around the base as you pull back, and he almost sobs in response.

"Where do you wanna cum, Tsumu?" you ask him, voice thick but weak as it rasps from your abused throat. You run your thumb along the underside of his cock as you look up at him, dragging your tongue against the tip.

"Let me cover that pretty face please," he begs, peering down at you through heavy lidded eyes. His cheeks are so rosy that the flush has begun to curl down his chest--painting his heaving pecs in the sweetest pink you think you've ever seen.

You hum in agreement, and begin stroking his slick cock with quick, practiced motions, in the exact way you know (since he's told you so many times) that he likes: tighter at the base, thumb dragging along a pronounced vein that runs along the right side, twisting your wrist slightly as you reach the flared pink head.

"Oh, fuck--you--I--cumming," Atsumu is beyond verbal acuity as he finally tips over the brink, hips jumping as he makes good on his promise to paint your face white. You feel the first spurt of his spend land against your cheek, opening your mouth to catch anything you can in the process.

Atsumu's babbling the entire time, an incoherent litany of moans and praise that never quite takes the shape of words.

He slumps back against the bedroom wall when he's been finally milked dry, wrapping his large hand around your own to still your stokes. Your eyes are shut, and you can feel a drop of cum just below your brow that you know will get into your lashes if you open them.

Atsumu runs the hot tip of his cock along your outstretched tongue to clean it off, and then thumbs away the mess above your eyelid so you can open them.

When your gaze meets his, he's grinning dopily above you, still pink along his cheeks.

"Yer so pretty like this, y'know," he says, running his thumb along your cheek to collect some of his own mess before pressing it between your lips.

"Ye'gross, 'Tsmmu," you hum the words around the finger in your mouth, but still clean it off with your tongue.

"Mmm, says the one who cornered me fresh outta the shower beggin' to suck me off."

He crouches down to retrieve his towel from the bedroom floor where it had haplessly been discarded, yanked from his waist by your greedy hands not long prior. He falls to his knees just like you and uses the edge of the lightly damp terrycloth to clean some of the remaining cum off your face.

He pulls back after a few gentle swipes, taking your chin in his broad palm and turning your face to one side and then the other--examining you to make sure he got it all. He spots a little bit of his mess still clinging to the corner of your mouth and dips forward, using his tongue to collect the last drop and push it into your mouth. You hum a pleased little sound from the back of your raw throat--sucking the final taste of him right off his tongue.

When he withdraws, forehead pressed against yours, his breathing is laboured again.

"I'm the gross one, huh?" he laughs halfway through the words, nudging his nose against your own.

You smile, your tongue peeking out to chase the taste of him still lingering on your swollen lips.

"Shut up, Tsumu," you say, though you know there's not a chance in hell it will ever happen. "I never said I wasn't gross too."

#miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x you #miya atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #tw blowjobs #hq drabble #hq writing #writing

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