Art By Hinano

The Witcher’s fate

Summary: Stumbling across a girl in need Geralt must break his adamant rule to not get close to an omega.

Pairing: Alpha!Geralt of Rivia x Omega!Reader

Characters: Jaskier, Ofc (unnamed)

Warnings: angst, language, Geralt being a douche, blood, A/B/O dynamics, scenting, smut, unprotected sex, claiming, all the odd stuff coming with A/B/O stories, a hint of voyeurism (unintended)

A/N: As my friend didn’t stop bugging me to finally write an A/B/O story for Geralt here we go. Please consider, I never wrote Geralt before.

Cold panic lets you freeze to the spot. All you wanted was to get some herbs to make it through your heat. Now you will never have to worry about heats or an alpha taking advantage of you ever again.

The monster circling you like prey will end your life and it’s your fault. You can almost hear your mother scold you from her grave: ‘how can you walk into the woods in the dead of the night’? 

“Listen, I do not taste good, beast,” you laugh to yourself whilst you try to negotiate with a beast, a monster without a heart or wit. “I know I look delicious at first but believe me, I am a chewy little thing.” The beast’s eyes darken and if you did not know better, you would believe it just smirked at you.

You try to outstep the large wolf, but he steps closer, snarling before he pounces on you. Eyes closed you sniffle as the beast sniffs at your neck, drooling onto your face, making you scrunch up your nose in disgust.

“I know you love omegas, but I am not tasty…” The wolf growls, sniffing at your neck.

“Do not move,” a deep voice bellows, making you go stiff underneath the beast. The wolf looks up, snarling into the distance. “If you move, it’ll bite you and it’s over. Lay stiff, close your eyes, and even your breathing, omega. Do not talk either…”

Holding your breath, you follow the man’s orders, not opening your eyes you lay stiff onto the cold ground, praying the beast will just lose interest.

“If you want meat, try me,” you can hear the man get closer, talking to the beast now not you. “I bet she’s boring and plain.” If not for the life-threatening situation you would give that man a piece of mind, but not with a hungry beast on top of you, ready to devour your body.

The wolf grits its teeth, almost as if he tries to mock the man with a dark grin. More drool ends up on your face when the wolf places one large paw onto your chest, to dig his claws into your skin.

Whimpers leave your lips feeling blood soak your cloak, but you try anything to remain silent, even though it’s hard to not scream when a beast laps at your neck, demanding submission.

“You know,” you’ve got no clue if the man is talking to you or the beast now but you listen closely, hoping he can free you before the monster feasts on your flesh, “ages ago wolves were the rulers of this forest. People feared this place, trembled at the mere memory of those beasts hunting them down.” 

Something warm splashes onto your face and chest when a pitiful whine leaves the creature’s lips and it drops onto your body, taking your breath away. 

“Nowadays, they are weak, only go after tiny girls like you.” Now you blink your eyes open to look up at a man with silver hair and odd eyes.

Hoping he will help you up you search his stoic face, but he doesn’t show any emotion and your heart drops.

He is not holding out his hand or checks on you. Rather interested in the dying beast he kicks the monster off your body with his heavy boot to end the wolf’s life with one precise blow of his sword, decapitating the monster’s head.

“You shouldn’t run around the woods in the middle of the night, omega,” he spats the last word, pushing some strands of his mane out of his face. “Wolves usually feed in packs. Luckily,” he kicks the wolf’s body, looking at you, “that one is an alpha, girl. The stronger one’s hunt alone, sometimes.”

“I guess I got lucky that not ten or more wolves wanted to kill me but one,” you spat, glaring up at the man who doesn’t react when you hold out your hand. “Not a gentleman, I see,” you struggle to get up, still you manage to go on your knees to grasp for the nearby tree.

“Never said I came to your rescue, girl. I came here for the prize,” now he dips his head to look at your blood-soaked cloak. Oddly, he steps closer now to touch your cheek, smearing the wolf’s blood over your skin. “You’re pretty dumb to walk around that late at night to meet a wolf.”

“Do you want to scare me or wait for me to pay you for my rescue,” you toss a coin at the man, now pursing your lips. “I know who you are, Witcher,” this time you spat the last word. “You only help people for money. I hope this is enough, I got nothing else worth your strength with me.”

“This will be enough,” he grits out, glancing at your neck, feeling a pull toward you he never felt before. “So, you do know who I am.”

“Heard stories about a silver-haired man with glowing eyes. I heard you hunt monsters for money to feel anything but the emptiness in your heart,” you wrap your arms around yourself, lifting your chin. “Is it true Witcher’s can’t feel anything?”

“I don’t think you deserve more than I already gave you, girl,” you nod, eyes dropping to the ground to look for the herbs. 

“No…” The snow ruined your herbs, turned the useful ingredients into nothing but rotten memories of something you picked up hours ago. “Those were the last…” You fall back to your knees, feeling dizziness take over. “I’m lost now…”

The world turns black when you hit the ground with a loud thud. One last word catches your attention before you lose consciousness. “Fuck…”

“Fuck wake up. I don’t have time all day,” the man, the Witcher curses watching you blink your eyes open. “You’re not dead, congratulations.” He mutters, giving you an angry look. “I could’ve been back at town to get my coins, but you had to sleep.”

“I did not sleep,” you whine, feeling odd close to the angry man. “I’m sorry to keep you busy. I’ll pay more for your time.”

“Leave it,” he sighs, walking toward his sword and bag on your table. “I ate some of your bread and drank wine. You should rest, your heat is due any day.”

“I know,” whispering the word you cover your eyes with one arm. “That’s the reason I was out there. I tried to find herbs to stop my…heat.”

“Still, it was stupid, girl.” He looks at you, expecting another snarky comment but you sigh, nodding silently. “You should find an alpha and let him mate you.”

“Says the man not feeling anything. I…I am not like other girls or rather omegas. I like to read and learned how to fight. I punched a boy’s nose at the age of five. None of the alphas wanted me, except for my husband…but he’s gone…”

“Left you for another omega,” the Witcher turns around, raising his eyebrows. “Tragic love?”

“He died in a war that wasn’t ours,” you grumble, turning around to not show your tears to the foreign man. “We barely got married. He didn’t have the time to claim me before he had to leave. I was alone since then and kept it that way. I loved once and that’s enough, I guess…”

“Listen, you should find a mate. It’s not about love but safety,” he steps toward the door, grasping for the door handle. “An alpha will protect you.”

“No, he won’t. He will leave and die just like my beloved…,” it pains to speak his name, so you remain silent, closing your eyes when the alpha leaves your house. 

“You left her there, alone?” Jaskier clears his throat, ready to help an omega in need. “Where does she live? Maybe I can help her.”

“No,” Geralt grits out, still not knowing why you made him feel unease. “She doesn’t want an alpha. Leave her be. We have to be somewhere else by tomorrow.”

“I don’t think you will make it far. Snow is coming, along with a blizzard,” the publican smirks, hoping for more coins to fill his pockets soon. 

“I have something to take care of. Stay here,” not wanting to leave the cozy tavern Jaskier nods, still thinking of you in heat. “Forget the girl, Jaskier. Look for the local whorehouse…”

Heat spreads through your body and you crave nothing more than an alpha to take care of your primal needs. You cry out when another cramp let your body tremble in pain.

You can hear the wind howl, proclaiming winter finally arrived; not that you will survive the cold time. Too many heats spend without an alpha weakened your vulnerable body. Now you can only pray the heat will end you soon.

“Maybe the wolf would’ve been the better choice,” you laugh, feeling another painful cramp bubble up in your belly.

“Ungrateful, girl,” you shriek, watching the silver-haired man enter your house. “I should’ve let you die then…”

“Why are you back?” Watching the Witcher lock your door you try to hide the pain shooting through your body. “I thought you hate to waste…” He’s placing his bag and sword back onto your table, still that stoic look on his face,” your time.”

“I think, you have something to offer I cannot decline, girl,” confused you watch the man take off his cape, followed by his boots. “You smell divine, omega.”

His intentions suddenly too clear you try to scramble away when he kicks off his pants. You dare not to look away when the Witcher reveals his body, looking divine himself when he steps closer.

“Why are you here?”

“I don’t know,” he dips one knee into the mattress, surprisingly gently stroking your cheek. “I think you are mine.”

“Witchers don’t have mates,” you squeak when he rips the blanket off your body to reveal your nakedness to him. “You have to go.”

“You’re mine, girl. I smelled it the moment I passed the forest. I had to find you, had to save what belongs to me,” he purrs now and your eyes round. There is something in his eyes you didn’t see before. “Be good, tell me your name.”

“Y/N,” you choke out, feeling his hands grasp for your flesh, kneading it roughly. “What’s your name?” He rolls you onto your stomach to cover your body with his large frame. “Please…”

“Geralt of Rivia, girl. Now be good and let me take what’s mine,” his voice so deep you barely catch his words, only the vibrations against your ear, he lifts your butt to press your flesh against his crotch. “Feel this, girl? This is all for you.”

“I…I don’t know how I can be yours,” you whine, feeling the tip slip inside of your welcoming heat. You can hear the alpha groan behind you, almost sounding like the wolf which tried to kill you not hours ago.

“I don’t care, Y/N,” he snaps his hips, filling you completely. 

“Oh, holy…” Senses filled with the alpha, his scent, his skin, his cock, you let yourself fall, not caring about anything but the feeling of his shaft sliding in and out of you.

“You’re mine, I can feel it. It’s odd, you know,” he cradles you in his arms, holding you to his heated body. “I don’t feel anything but you. My senses are filled with you, just like my mind. I couldn’t go to the whores, I had to have you.”

If not for your painful heat you would yell at the alpha, throw insults at him but the way he nuzzles your cheek has you on the edge of an orgasm. 

“I felt it too,” you fist the cheap sheets when he slowly starts to rock your body. 

His hold on you possessively, his lips tender against your throat Geralt moves his hips, always bottoming out after every hard thrust. 

“You take control over me like an enchantress,” Geralt curses, speeding up, rubbing his thick shaft along your walls with every long stroke. “I can’t help it. Roach almost died in the snowstorm, but I kept on going to come here and make you mine.”

“I can’t be yours,” you cry out, feeling your walls clench tightly around the man you barely know. “This is not…”

“Silence, girl,” he snarls against your throat, teeth grazing your skin. “I’ll make you mine,” you don’t understand the meaning of words any longer.

Only the warm feeling of your approaching release and the way the alpha behind you groans your name are on your mind.

“I can’t…please,” your body shudders the moment you fall over the edge, squeezing Geralt tight enough to trigger his knot to expand. “Knot me, alpha.”

“Such a good girl now,” he laps at your neck, rutting into you at a pace taking your breath away. “Let me feel this again.” Warmth fills your belly, and you whine low when he pushes his knot as far as possible into your womb to release his seed into your body.

“Alpha,” a sting lets your body shudder again, forcing another orgasm out of you when Geralt does something he never wanted to do. He claims his omega…

“Thank goodness,” Jaskier gasps, stumbling toward your house. “Roach, I feared you two got lost.” Unimpressed Geralt’s horse looks at the hay his owner gave him hours ago. “Is he still inside?”

If Roach could talk the horse would tell Jaskier not to enter your house, but the mare can’t talk so Jaskier stumbles into the house, turning pale at the sight of his friend holding you down, one hand in your hair, the other at your hip the alpha ruts into you again.

“I’ll be back in a few days,” Geralt would be ashamed if he could feel anything but he’s determined to let you feel pleasure and doesn’t have the time to take care of his nosy companion. 

“You will not come back,” watching Geralt grasp for his sword you look at the man who can’t feel anything but the connection, the bond between the two of you. “I guess I should pay you for your help.”

He looks down at you, a frown on his face at the feeling spreading through his body. “I’ll be back in a few days. This place is mine now, you are mine,” he snarls before you are pinned to the wall. “Four days, be ready for your alpha by then…”

“Four days,” you whimper, returning the bruising kiss he forces on your lips. “I’ll be waiting, alpha….”

Four days and a half later…

You waited for four days, always hoping he will return but with every fading hour you know – he will not come back to you, just like your husband.

When another day turns into night, you sit in front of your house, carefully touching the mark Geralt left on your neck. Tears threaten to fall when you hear someone stomp toward your house, yelling orders at Jaskier.

“Girl,” Geralt grunts, tossing his bags at Jaskier. “I want food, wine, and,” he grins, which is unusual for the Witcher, “my omega.”

“I will sleep in the barn,” Jaskier must watch his companion pick you up to carry you into the house, slamming the door shut with his foot. “I’ll just wait for the next hunt or something then. I am good, Geralt. Don’t you worry…”

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Everything is good

eren n his personal water park .

word count: 370 [1 min 30 sec read] ✪ content warning: smut, p in v sex, squirting, doggy style, this is my second post do i warn about everything?, unapologetic use of “mama”

✭ husband!eren x wife!reader

eren making his pretty little 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 squirt for the first time.

he has you on the bed doggy style. his pace is a little slow at first until he snaps his hips particularly deep and sends a shock from the bottom of your spine, so deep in your core that it pushes out every other thought in your head beside his cock.

his words definitely showed through his actions, the delicious aching of his shaft sent curls down your toes and an arch to your back. if a further arch was even possible.

“‘ren- hold up.. ‘m gonna-“

“cum? cmon baby cum for me. be a good girl, cum for me.”

“slow down- i don- don’ wanna cum y..”

eren couldn’t give less of a fuck, keeping his pace and digging his hands into your waist.

his waist starts to move in more of a round motion, and the mushroom head of his cock hits your favorite spots so so good. you let out a moan like never before.

“oh that felt- ah- that felt good huh baby?” he says between a guttural moan of his own.

“eren. eren right there, right there please don’t sto-“ your words dissolve and you seem to loose your strength, falling face first into the pillow underneath you. you go from breathless to squealing at how deep you feel him, so deep he has fluid gushing over his dick.

“uh-uh, you know there’s no muffling in here.” he reprimands, moving his arm from your waist and dragging you up to him, back to chest. with his fist wrapped around your neck. he knows your neck is practically a g-spot for you, and he knows what he’s doing by kissing down it the way he is.

you’re squirting more intensely than before and between that and the sensation of your ass slapping against him with every thrust, it sends him into his own orgasm. only for you to cover his lower abdomen with a mixture of that same cum and your own.

you’re catching your breaths.

“did you just squirt on me, mama?”

“i- i think so..”

“you wanna do it again?” you can hear the smirk in his voice very well.

❤︎ 𓈒 🩰🦢 * ⊹ ° .  |  BARTENDER!DAICHI

𖥔  CONTENT︙fem!reader. oral mentions (fem receiving), calls reader princess. overstimulation mentions.

BARTENDER!DAICHI that always wears all black; button downs or fitted athletic tees. Either way you could see his black ink of his tattoos swirling across his skin. Everytime he’d meet your eyes and reach for your hand to kiss the back of it, follow it with a soft, “Hey princess.” And everytime without fail, it made your heart and stomach twist. You couldn’t tell if he was being flirtatious for fun or if he was trying to make a good impression before making a move. “The usual?” to which you’d nod.

BARTENDER!DAICHI who gives you free drinks because he’s one of the owners but keeps that on the downlow. But you find out one night when it’s slower and you decided it was harmless to stop by an extra time that week. He’d been surprised to see you, his eyes couldn’t lie. You sat down in front of him and the two of you talked for hours, about anything and everything. It was fun and fluid and best of all, it was easy. Being around Daichi was easy and you knew he was growing on you, or had already grown on you.

BARTENDER!DAICHI who closed the bar early one night, so that he could take you on a date. He’ was nervous despite knowing that there was no reason to be. There’s no reason it wouldn’t go well; he knows you and he knows he’ll have fun. But nonetheless, he picked you up with a restless heart. You looked beautiful and it just made things worse for him. The night was a blur and by the time you looked at your phone, it was almost midnight. “Shit I’m sorry for talking your ear off,” You were a little embarrassed but all he did was shake his head, before clearing his throat and meeting your eyes. “Do you.. wanna come back to my place?” You paused, face growing hot. “Y-yeah.”

BARTENDER!DAICHI who eats you out so well that you see stars, because he’s starving and you taste fucking delicious. You were too good on his tongue to stop, but he did when you pushed his face away. He leaves soft kisses all over your thighs, letting you catch your breath. He whispers quiet apologies against the skin of your neck as he pulls at his belt buckle. Before you knee it, he was pushing into you, big hand pressing down on your abdomen to keep you in place. His head fell forward with a low groan, “Fuuuccck- your pussy feels so fucking good, princess.” To which you responded with a choked moan. He’s so big that you can barely process how deep and how much the stretch his.

BARTENDER!DAICHI who uses your top and bra as leverage to pull you back onto his cock with every thrust, his free hand fisted in the sheets beside your head. He’s convinced that he’s drunk on you by the end of it, struggling to find the strength to pull out when he has the strongest urge to keep fucking you until you pass out. But you’re so overstimulated that he decides to clean you up and take care of you instead. He made you as comfortable as he could, pulling you into his warm body so that you fall asleep on his chest.

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𝐵𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 🖤 ᴅᴀʀᴋ 🤍 ꜱᴏꜰᴛ!ᴅᴀʀᴋ ❤️ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ 💖 ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ❤️‍🩹 ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ 😂 ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅʏ (ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ꜱᴀʏ, ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ) 👻 ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ

☼ 🖤❤️ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇꜱ (ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼ 🖤❤️ ꜱᴏɴɢʙɪʀᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1 // ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2 (ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼ ❤️😂💖❤️‍🩹 ʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴋɪᴅ (ᴄʜᴇꜰ!ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ x ᴀꜱᴘɪʀɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴇꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ—ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ)  ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1// ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2// ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

☼ ❤️💖😂 ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ (ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ᴘʟᴜꜱ ꜱɪᴢᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

☼ 🖤❤️ 👻 ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ɴᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ (ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟꜰ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x “ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ”!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼ 💖❤️ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜰɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼ ❤️💖 ᴄʜᴜʙʙʏ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ)

☼ ❤️ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ (ᴅᴏᴍ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʙʀᴀᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼ 🤍❤️ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴀʜᴏʟɪᴄ (ᴅᴀʀᴋ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼ ❤️😂 ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴏʙʙᴇʀʏ 1 2 (ᴛʜɪᴇꜰ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼❤️💖 ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ (ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ! ɢᴀʀɢᴏʏʟᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ᴀᴄᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ

☼ 🤍❤️💖 ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ (ᴛʜᴏʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼ ❤️‍🩹 ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜꜱ (ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ

☼ 🖤🤍❤️ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ, ᴛᴏᴏ (ᴅᴀʀᴋ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ

✨𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇✨

☼ ❤️🖤❤️‍🩹ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ʙɪʀᴅ (ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ!ᴀᴜ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

🎀  𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈  🎀

⭐️❤️💖❤️‍🩹 ꜰɪʀᴇꜰɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ) ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ

⭐️❤️💖😂 ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ᴘʟᴜꜱ ꜱɪᴢᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ 1 || 2 ||

⭐️❤️😂 ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ/ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ: ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⭐️🖤🤍❤️ ʟᴀʙᴇʟᴇᴅ (ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴋ! ᴍᴏʙ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

⭐️🤍❤️ ᴛʜɪɢʜ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʙ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ (ᴍᴏʙ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

⭐️❤️💖 ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜʀᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ (ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

⭐️🖤🤍❤️ ʜᴏᴡʟ (ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟꜰ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

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Your Future Spouses Job

Due to derivative astrology the 4th house rules over our future spouses career. Here are some possible careers your spouse could have with each 4th house placement. Remember that there can be more interpretations than this, but these are only some examples

Aries 4h: Firefighter, athlete, rapper, race car driver, fighter (example: ufc fighter), cop, military soldier/veteran, er dispatcher, personal trainer/bodybuilder, entrepreneur

Taurus 4h: Chef, accountant, banker, singer, podcaster, sales worker, radio host, fashion designer/stylist, model, botanist, financial manager, financial clerk, food service manager, marketing manager, cashier

Gemini 4h: Writer/journalist/poet, social media influencer, teacher, comedian, podcaster, politician, radio host, public speaker, librarian, videographer, counselor, game designer, tutor, neurologist, driver (examples: door dasher, bus driver, uber driver, etc)

Cancer 4h: Baker, real estate agent, nurse, nanny (example: travel nanny), home/interior designer/architect, marine biologist, carpenter, construction worker, counselor, professional cuddler

Leo 4h: Actor, entertainer, athlete, talent agent/director, event/party planner, theatre teacher, music teacher, hair stylist/barber, concert promoter, any career involving fame

Virgo 4h: Doctor/nurse, nutritionist, vet, comedian, news reporter, interviewer, personal trainer, therapist, lawyer, farmer, librarian, botanist, housekeeper/maid, counselor, tutor, dentist, dermatologist, neurologist, zoologist, social media influencer

Libra 4h: Singer, dancer, model, artist, fashion designer/stylist, wedding planner, makeup artist, lawyer, dermatologist, barber/hair stylist

Scorpio 4h: Detective, cop, psychologist, funeral director, coroner, banker, sex worker (example: stripper), tax preparer, bikini waxer, forensic pathologist, criminal psychologist

Sagittarius 4h: Teacher, comedian, pilot, flight attendant, astrologer, news reporter, casting agent, religious career (example: pastor), lawyer, librarian, philosopher, photographer, interpreter/translator, tutor, tour guide

Capricorn 4h: Business owner/ceo, film director, publicist, archeologist, politician, entrepreneur, historian, financial manager, carpenter, construction worker, chiropractor, dentist, sales agent

Aquarius 4h: Engineer, scientist, rapper, social media influencer, film producer, inventor, dj, humanitarian, politician, graphic designer, entrepreneur, videographer, game designer, electrician

Pisces 4h: Singer/musician, actor, astrologer, psychic, hypnotist, astronomer, artist, model, lifeguard, marine biologist, creative writer, lyricist, any career involving fame