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#Would have accurately predicted their sex life

talaok · 7 months

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Hiii, I saw you are accepting requests so I have one. Joel and the reader are married and one day they have a stupid fight but she gets really mad. Joel doesn't want to apologize and she decided to make a sex string. She starts to tease him. She starts to change clothes in front of him, she starts to use nice lingeries and put lotion on her body before go to sleep. One day Joel gives up and says sorry and then they have sex.

Sorry for writing a long request . Thank you 😊

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: sexual tension and allusion to smut

a/n: Whoever you are anon, I owe you a HUGE apology. I am terribly sorry for the wait, really, i don't know what happened, im sorry

You weren't someone who took things personally, nor did you deem yourself touchy, but everything has its limit.

He had called you a neat freak. I repeat, a neat freak

You, his wife, who he was supposed to love and support 'till death did you part.

He had called you a neat freak just because you had(rightfully) gotten mad at him when (for the millionth time) he had left his clothes all over the bedroom floor.

And you had (again, rightfully) gotten mad, but he (for some godforsaken reason) didn't even want to think of the possibility of apologizing.

So you had done the most reasonable thing,

You started to make him pay

Now Joel Miller was a strong man, he remained unfazed by whatever life threw at him, he was not a man who was easy to put in a difficult position, but most importantly, he was not a man who liked to surrender.

But to every strength, there's a weakness, and Joel Miller's only weakness, together with his daughter... was you

Or more accurately,

The fact that he couldn't resist, you

So when you started changing in front of him, when, at the end of the day, you stripped slowly right in front of where he was lying on the bed... when you stopped wearing shorts to sleep and started only wearing panties and the tiniest tops or one of his shirts... when you put on that sexy little lingerie you had bought as a surprise for his birthday just before bed, biting down a smirk as you watched his jaw fall slack when you propped one of your legs on the bed so you could slowly massage it with lotion...

all those times, you saw his reaction, you saw the way his eyes darkened, the way he palmed his crotch thinking you couldn't see. But even as he approached you, his hands just as sultry as his voice you had pushed him away, because he hadn't done the one thing you wanted to,

and until he was going to admit defeat and do it, he was gonna have to suffer.

But today... today as you applied lotion to your whole body, his hands felt especially good.

"hello there" he murmured from behind you, his lips already on your neck and his hands on your waist.

"If you think something's gonna happen, you're wrong Joel"

"c'mon sweetheart, you've been torturing me all week" he breathed, his hands trying to lower down to your butt before you slapped them away

"I haven't been torturing you" you corrected "You've been torturing yourself." you watched as he frowned, his eyes too busy drinking every inch of you to look into your own "If you want this to be over, you can simply apologize"

And you would have liked to be able to say that you didn't expect what he did next, but the truth was that Joel Miller was incredibly predictable for someone who knew him as well as you did.

And the truth was, that it was a miracle he hadn't caved in the first day, and now he had reached his limit.

He was so tired, and god but he had missed you

"I'm sorry darlin'"

You didn't even bother to hide the smug smirk erupting on your face.

"say it like you mean it" you encouraged, placing the bottle of lotion on the nightstand before turning towards him, finding him inches away from your own face.

"I mean it, I'm sorry sweetheart" he promised, his big hazel eyes only helping him out right now "I won't do it again. I apologize"

"I'm not a neat freak?"

"no" he shook his head, one of his hands going to your cheek to stroke it while the other remained on your waist "You're not a neat freak sugar, you're the most amazing wife anyone could have asked for" he murmured, meeting his lips with yours "and you're so hot you drive me crazy"

"mhh, am I now?" you hummed, a mischievous tint in your tone and in your fingers in the way they played on his chest.

"you are" he nodded, slowly pushing you onto the bed, and crawling on top of you

A soft laugh bubbled inside your chest as you wrapped your ankles around his back "What else am I?" you murmured to his ear, as he busied his mouth with your neck

"You're always right," he said, one of his hands groping your boobs through the fire-red bra "And you're smart... much smarter than me" he groaned when you grinded up on the hard bulge probing from his boxers "ad you- you're-fuck-" his breath caught as your hand seeped underneath his underwear and freed his cock

"What?" you asked

"You're fucking perfect sweetheart"

"mhh" you hummed happily, biting your lip as you guided him to your entrance "and don't you ever forget it again"

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vivmaek · 6 months

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Do you think beauty indictors in astrology are reliable? Like does every person with Lilith in the 1st house, for example, have an intimidating attractiveness about them? Or Venus in 8th house… do all of them have strong sex appeal?

BEAUTY INDICATORS WITHIN ASTROLOGY

The answer to this question is complicated.

Celebrities are often referred to within astrology because their lives are put on public display, making them easy targets for interpretation. This is especially true when it comes to their appearance. However, I don't think celebrities should be referred to for accurate interpretations on appearance. Celebrities are more attractive in comparison to the general population, that's why they're famous. Plus, money and access to resources such as plastic surgery and specialized spa treatments are going to have a greater affect upon a persons appearance than astrology ever will. This doesn't mean that I think the images of celebrities shouldn't be used for visual examples, just that they should be taken with a grain of salt.

With that being said, I don't think beauty indicators are 100% reliable. Beauty is incredibly subjective. Some might find a Lilith first houser to have an intimidating beauty, but other people might consider their appearance to be strange and off-putting. Of course, the aspects Lilith is making within your chart are going to generate an effect as well.

Also, your appearance is going to change significantly throughout the course of your life. There are going to be years in which you face struggle and hardship, you might become injured or face severe illness for a prolonged period. Are you going to be your most beautiful, sexy self through these points in time? Fuck no, and you shouldn't expect yourself to be. Sometimes staying true to your authentic self despite its ugliness is more powerful than being beautiful.

Kim Kardashian is commonly referred to when speaking on beauty indicators within astrology, and look at how much her appearance has changed throughout the course of her life. Towards the late 2010s, she was publicly criticized for having a "diaper butt," and people thought that she destroyed her face with filler and a bad nose job. However, within the past few years, she's made significant modifications and is yet again being publicly praised for her beauty.

I have seen beauty indicators within birth charts of people who I don't think are very attractive. But who knows? Maybe they weren't living up to the full potential of their beauty during that time. I know that there are periods in my life in which this was very much the case, that doesn't mean I lost any value as a person though.

I think people really start to exhibit these beauty indicators when they're living up to the potential showcased within their natal chart. If you have a strong beauty indicator placed within the 10th house, you're going to have to work hard and focus on your career for this to be strongly showcased. A Leo rising with strong beauty indicators placed within their chart isn't going to be perceived as attractive if they act egotistical and arrogant. For example, Vladimir Putin has Venus placed within the 1st house, I wouldn't call him a harmonious person.

Ultimately, if you're looking to astrology to figure out if you're beautiful, or relying upon astrology for confidence, it's a stupid idea. You're time would be better spent working on self-esteem issues. I say this generally, it's not directed at anyone specific. That being said, studying beauty indicators within astrology can be really fun and I consider it to be informative. In my opinion, it works best in connection to predictive astrology, because like I said, physical appearance changes drastically throughout the course of a persons life.

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bracketsoffear · 11 months

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Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham (Hannibal) "Hannibal Lecter spends the entirety manipulating the entire plot of the show, from the very first episode to the very last seconds of the show. From the moment he first meets Will in season 1, he realizes he will be the person to find him out as the serial killer the Chesapeake Ripper; so, taking advantage Will’s autoimmune encephalitis, he frames Will for his crimes by inducing seizures and lost time to plant evidence on Will’s person and in his home.

He has the entire FBI convinced of this plot, going so far as to convince them Will is insane- then, when he decides he misses Will, he organizes the killing of the judge and bailiff to get Will released. He spends the rest of the season dating Alana Bloom to use her as his alibi for the killings and hosting dinner parties to get rid of the evidence, often feeding it to the FBI themselves, and tempting Will to get emotionally closer to him. This is about the point in which Will and Hannibal begin working in tandem- as, parallel to this, Will has spent his time in prison acting emotionally vulnerable to draw Hannibal in so he could exact his revenge upon him for what he’s done to Will. When he’s released, he goes to great lengths to exactly fit Hannibal’s ‘idea’ of Will while collaborating with the FBI to get Lecter caught. In season 3, after Will attempts to remove Hannibal from his life, Hannibal surrenders himself to the FBI so that Will would always know where to find him. From prison, Hannibal manipulates a serial killer through phone calls to attempt to kill Will’s wife and son, and Will organizes for another character to get kidnapped and tortured by the serial killer through hiding hints in a news article, all to draw the killer’s attention to him so he can attempt to collaborate with him to release Hannibal from prison. Will shortly draws the serial killer to attack Hannibal and Will’s car during a staged prison transport to free Hannibal, and they escape from the FBI together."

The SQUIP (Be More Chill) "The SQUIP is a tiny supercomputer who helps its host become more socially aware. Problem is, as a computer, it has no regards for its host's actual feelings and relationships and finds individuality threatening to its goal of making its host popular. In the musical, the SQUIP becomes increasingly controlling and abusive. In “Upgrade,” it convinces Jeremy that he must do exactly as it tells him to get Christine by throwing away his old life and relationships, starting with literally blocking out his best friend Michael. At the Halloween Party, the SQUIP puppets Jeremy’s body to prevent him from leaving or resisting when Chloe drunkenly tries to have sex with him, then Rich burns down the house to try and stop the SQUIP while it tortures him. The SQUIP eventually tries to brainwash everybody in school, then on the planet, to become happy, mindless drones all connected through a "social network." It explains its motivations in “The Pitiful Children,” saying “Their operating system's obsolete / So let's complete the chains / And get inside those brains / Let's save the pitiful children.” The SQUIP is a quantum supercomputer, so it's frighteningly good at engineering favorable outcomes for itself. Just for starters, it gets Jeremy and Brooke together by having Jeremy first spark her interest through calculated praise, then accurately predicting (and possibly causing) the death of Eminem and manipulating Jeremy into convincing Brooke that he's a big Eminem fan so that she will try to comfort him, culminating in them making out behind the school. Had it not been for Michael and his obsession with 90s memorabilia, the SQUIP would have enslaved the entire school, and eventually the whole world, almost effortlessly. It has no consideration or care for Jeremy's emotions, or mental health, or that of those around him, and no qualms about causing horrible pain and stripping the students of their free-will. The end of the show implies it's not truly gone, just unable to outright control Jeremy anymore — which fits, given that it's a metaphor for societal pressure to fit in."

#web poll #the magnus archives #the web #poll #hannibal #be more chill

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geovanag · 1 year

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS #2 🌠🌌

● I have seen that people with a Jupiter - Chiron aspect have the ability to "inspire" the people they meet, probably at whatever point they are in their career or personal development. I think that this reflects exactly the "healing" quality that chiron represents, especially when it is in the water element. Of course, it will also be true for other elements, but I am of the opinion that the percentage decreases. (valid for trine and conjunction but I think it is more accurate to evaluate only the angle of conjunction)

● Charts with moon - venus square - for men-.... Ah yes, as predicted, it can give difficulties in love/flirt or even marriage, but it is not the end of life, don't worry. I would like to add another point of view to this comment.

>>That is; probably like every human being there is a type of woman he can like, but men with this influence are such that they can love very different women in a way that even he himself may be surprised, maybe marriage? Okay, so my observation is not that horrible, right?

You mustn't be afraid of aspects!!

● Male charts with Moon - Ceres conjunction or trine will probably like women who treat them like a mother. Don't get me wrong, this has nothing to do with today's "I'm not your mama!" mentality. This situation can be interpreted more like liking the woman to dominate the house while spending time at home with her husband.

No matter who it is, man or woman, if they are responsible at home… that is attractive to everybody.

>> Remember that marriage is not only about sex, it is also about sharing a home.

● Speaking of marriage, LOL, Saturn in the 7th house can give a situation of late marriage or never finding someone who fits your criteria. It's hard to say, unfortunately I experience this in my chart too.

~That's all for this article for now. At the moment, I realized that my observation articles are few in terms of articles, but when I was interpreting the articles, I realized that I wrote too long. I hope you can read it without getting bored. I apologize for this. ~ And one more apology, English is not my first language and I try to prepare the articles using certain translation applications (in order to provide access to everyone in general)

Take care,,

#astrology #birth chart #astrology observations #astro notes #astro #jupiter #chiron #moon #venus #ceres #saturn #conjunction #trine #square #7th house

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cheeriecherrymain · 10 months

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Viktor x Reader (WIP #1 - finished draft)

Pairing: Viktor x fem!Reader Format: bullet-point draft Finished? Not yet, but I need the dopamine lol Rating: 18+ MDNI Content Warnings: accidental aphrodisiacs | mutual pining | incorrect lore/science | allusions to Viktor’s slut era | virgin!Reader | oral (f receiving) | vaginal fingering | (brief) anal fingering (f receiving) | Viktor has a whore mouth and does not shut up | p in v sex | big dick vik lol Summary: Viktor requests your help with something HexTech-related. Your slight-unethical approach to science ends up having...consequences.

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Pre-Written Segment

The fun thing about working with experimental materials is that you never really know exactly what’s going to happen. You can hypothesize as much as you want, using logic and common sense in an attempt to accurately predict that which is to come. But at the end of the day, when you’re the one discovering new mixtures and compounds, and writing their laws, you’re likely to stumble across surprises.

It’s a weekly occurrence by now: you find something incredibly interesting during your scientific endeavors - like a metal that grows stronger when it’s heated, or a substance that when blended with water, makes it light and fluffy and dry - and you just have to show your best friend.

Every single time you make a discovery, you rush to tell Viktor. You’re fully aware that very little of what you study would ever be useful to him; you’re both scientists in your own right, but your fields are completely different.

And yet, every single time you run pellmell into the lab, with your work clutched tightly in your hands, he humours you. He sighs deeply the second you barge in, but he puts away whatever he was doing and settles in to learn about whatever it is you’ve brought.

He’s resigned about it, you know, but he listens nonetheless.

He slouches back in his chair and leans his cheek on his palm, asking specific questions where they’re appropriate, and otherwise remaining silent while you speak.

Such has been your routine for years now. You know you’re probably a significant annoyance in his life, but you can’t help it - you’re passionate about what you do, and you want to share it with him.

Him. Viktor. The only person who’s ever encouraged you to strive for your goals.

—

Which is why it’s such a shock when he shows up in your lab one afternoon.

Startling your diligent but nervous underlings as he makes his way over to your desk, garnering the attention of the entire room as he stops behind you, clearing his throat when you don’t notice him right away.

You’re certain you look a mess, with your hair sticking out in every direction, and two pairs of goggles balanced carefully on top of each other, lab coat rumpled and your tie folded into a wayward knot around your neck.

“Could you spare a moment of your time?” he wonders, keeping his voice low. “It’s about…”

You watch as he glances over his shoulder, and bite back a snicker when your students suddenly disperse and go back to their studies. Only to pause and peek over again when Viktor’s gaze is back on you.

To their credit, they do try to be subtle in their nosiness - you’ve seen your kids when they’re blatantly asking questions, staring without shame and interrupting you every time they want to know something. That being said, they’re definitely scientists, not spies.

And Viktor knows it, too.

“Perhaps I might explain myself when we’re…less likely to be overheard?” he suggests, once again turning his face to glare over his shoulder. “The matter is confidential, and I’m sure your students are good people, but…”

He sighs softly, and tightens his hand on the grip of his cane.

“Jayce and I have hit an unintentional roadblock, and we can’t proceed until we figure out what’s going on,” he explains. “It’s a little bit out of our area, and though figuring it out would be an entertaining challenge, we don’t have time on our side. Would you come by the lab tonight, if possible?”

You’re surprised that something in their line of work could pertain to your own, but you’ve never been one to resist helping a friend.

“I’ll drop by when my shift is over,” you agree, with a soft smile.

The “I Got Lazy And Decided To Jot Everything Down Instead” Segment

-All this leads to The Reader doing as she’s asked. She still can’t figure out why her help would be needed with a hextech experiment, but she’s not going to pass up the opportunity to spend time with Viktor.

-She arrives at the lab a little later than intended, but only by a couple minutes. The time is inconsequential. She knocks on the door once, before pushing it open and peeking into the room.

R: Viktor? Jayce? Sorry I’m late, I had to help a couple of students with their projects.

-Despite her introduction, nothing is said. There is no movement in the lab, no sound. Even the lights are off, casting the room in a cold and eerie gloom.

-She enters the room, and briefly wonders if perhaps she was TOO late. But then why would the door have been unlocked?

R: Viktor?

-As if on cue, there’s a small clatter as Viktor’s head suddenly shoots off his desk, startling both himself and The Reader. She stares at him with wide eyes, but he only seems perplexed. And dazed. The Reader can’t help but smile.

R: Did you fall asleep?

-He returns her stare for a couple moments, before breaking it to rub at his eyes.

V: It would appear so. Jayce had a prior engagement tonight, and I suppose without his constant chattering, I wasn’t able to keep my head up.

-He looks sheepish.

V: What time is it?

-The Reader shrugs, moving closer.

R: ‘Bout half past eight - not terrible, all things considered. You know, it wouldn’t kill you to lay down every now and again, and get some actual rest. There’s a couch in here for a reason.

-Viktor rolls his eyes at her gentle chastising, though the action isn’t annoyed or malicious. Rather, he seems quite fond of her worrying, despite the fact that such things are usually met with disdain and ignorance.

V: I’m fine, see? Napping at my desk is hardly a bad thing.

-The Reader presses her lips into a thin, disapproving line. She wants to say more, but at the end of the day, the choice is his. She already bothers him enough, with her constant visiting and chatting, and she doesn’t want to give him more reasons to not be around her.

-As if sensing the desire to change the subject, Viktor pipes up.

V: I asked you here for a reason, though.

-He stands, stretches briefly, and leads her over to a small table, upon which a short three-legged stand is set up. Sitting in the crux of its hold is a sphere, about the size of a fist, made out of what appears to be glass.

R: Is…that some kind of jumbo hex crystal?

-Viktor grabs the ball off the stand and inspects it for a couple seconds, then hands it to her.

V: Similar, but no.

-The Reader turns the object over in her hands, studying it closely.

V: It doesn’t generate energy like the crystals are meant to do. Rather, it’s designed to store it, and keep it safe for later use.

-The Reader glances up at him.

R: A battery?

-Viktor nods.

V: Just with a significantly lower decay rate, and less volatility than the traditional hex crystal. If we could implant these into machinery, it would erase the need for fuel, like the original crystals would. It would just be…

R: …less likely to explode?

-He smiles again.

V: Precisely.

-His expression falls slightly, though, as The Reader further inspects the sphere. Rotating it around, and scrutinizing the details, until she finally notices something. Within the orb, a thin sheen of liquid, clear but with the slightest opalescent hue.

R: What’s the stuff on the inside? Does it help store energy?

-Viktor frowns slightly, and sighs.

V: That’s actually why I requested your assistance. When Jayce and I were charging the prototype -the one you’re holding- it…began to fill with gas.

-He takes the orb back.

V: We feared the glass might not hold under the sudden shift in internal pressure, so we stopped the experiment. For now. At least until we can figure out what’s inside, what its purpose is, and how to stop it.

-The Reader nods sagely.

R: And you need my help because…?

-Viktor looks genuinely surprised by her question.

V: You’re adept in chemical science. You study reactions and interactions, and molecular structure. I figured something like this would be easy for you.

-The Reader hums thoughtfully, her mind already going off on its tangents, trying to figure out what the mystery gas-liquid is. She’s never seen something like it, at least not that she remembers.

R: It’s more complicated than you think it is. However, I’ll do my best to help out - so long as you promise not to fuck around with this stuff if I’m not present. I don’t think it’s harmful, but we won’t know until we crack the thing open. And I’ve been wrong before.

-Viktor’s eyes widen at the idea of shattering the orb, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows that the pursuit of knowledge sometimes requires breaking things apart and dissecting them. He eventually nods.

V: I assume you won’t want to open the sphere until you know for certain what’s inside?

-The Reader is surprised now.

R: What? No, I want to crack it tonight. I’m curious. But I do think we should wear gloves. And maybe masks. Goggles too, honestly.

—

-Twenty minutes later, they’re decked out in the best gear they could find. Nothing extraordinary, but hopefully enough to protect them from a little bit of mystery goo.

V: It’s cooled down by now, so disrupting the glass probably won’t be an issue.

-The Reader tosses a towel over the unsuspecting orb anyways, raising a small hammer.

R: It might still be pressurized because of the accumulated fluid. Cover your ears; this won’t be pleasant.

-He does as he’s told for once in his life, and The Reader brings the hammer down.

-As she predicted, the moment the glass cracks, the orb explodes. Not as violently as either of them were preparing for, but certainly very loud. Loud enough that The Reader immediately hisses and drops the hammer, her hands flying to her ears.

-Like some kind of sound grenade, her entire head is left ringing, allowing very little other sound in. Viktor’s attention is on her immediately, neither of them paying attention to the remnants of the sphere. His hands on her shoulders, checking quickly for signs of physical damage.

-His voice is muffled still, but the ringing is thankfully beginning to fade, slowly allowing the world to creep back in.

V: Are you alright? Did any of the debris hit you?

-The concern in his voice is real, his grip on her tight and intense. She’s bordering on hyper-aware of him, though that’s something she deals with frequently. She sighs.

R: I’m okay. The pop took my hearing for a second, but it’s coming back. I…guess we probably should have worn earmuffs too, huh?

-She’s sheepish, and despite their covered faces, they share a goofy grin, which is only obvious based on their body posture. The Reader’s heart is fluttering wildly in her chest now. She’s certain they both look a mess, with all their protective equipment askew, on the brink of laughing wildly.

-Until Viktor pushes the goggles up onto his forehead, and tugs his mask down a little bit. He looks serious all of a sudden, but also looks like he desperately wants to say something. Taking a breath in and opening his mouth.

-Until The Reader stops him abruptly.

R: Do you smell that?

-They both take a deep breath in, curious about the sudden sweet, flowery scent filling the air. They’re distracted for a moment, both of them seemingly growing intoxicated, especially Viktor, who almost seems entranced. Until The Reader gathers her wits, and turns to look at the covered remains of the orb.

-The towel, saturated with an unknown fluid, and a reddish gas pouring forth from it.

R: Shit! Put your mask back up - I think it’s oxidizing.

-She hurries around to grab the glass jar they’d set out earlier, sweeping everything into it with a gloved hand. Even through her mask, she can still smell the deliciously sweet perfume, so delightful that it’s almost making her dizzy.

-But even once the experiment is cleaned up and sealed away, the room is still fogged slightly. She wonders if the gas has changed the temperature, but she doesn’t see how. If anything, the air feels cool on her skin, which has become warm to the touch.

-But she’s worried by the fact that she can still smell whatever chemical was released.

V: Should we crack a window open, perhaps? It’s…a little warm in here.

-She’s relieved that it’s not just her who’s feeling it.

R: We shouldn’t let it spread into the hallway, and we have no idea what might happen if it gets outside.

V: Surely in such a small quantity-

R: It only takes a single bead of mercury to completely destroy a ten tonne aluminum barrel. We don’t know what this stuff is, which means we need to keep it as contained as possible.

-Viktor looks like he wants to argue, but he knows that she’s got a point. He watches silently as she moves over to the backpack she brought, digging out a couple supplies. Little testing kits, by the looks of it, and a fresh notebook.

R: It’ll take more extensive research to figure out what we’re dealing with, more than what I packed. But we should be able to learn a little bit about it, in the meantime.

-She grabs a pen out of her bag as well, and hands the two objects to Viktor. Trying to ignore the electric sensation of their finger brushing for a moment.

R: I’m going to need my hands for this, so do you think you’d be able to take the notes?

-His gaze is trained on where they briefly touched, before snapping up to her face. Dazed, and red on the tips of his ears, he nods.

—

-Over the next half hour, they run their tests. The red mist in the air doesn’t seem to be dissipating or settling, and both of them can smell it clearly. The Reader knows that some of it has gotten through their masks, but her hope is that any harmful properties will be lessened if they’re slightly filtered.

R: Will you read off what we’ve got so far?

V: Should I list ‘lack of focus’ as a side effect?

-The Reader grumbles a little bit.

-They’re both sprawled on the couch now, feverish and sweaty. Both of them have foregone their shoes and outer layers.Viktor’s tie is draped over the arm of the couch, and both of them have their pants and sleeves rolled up as far as they’ll go. Their shirts unbuttoned beyond what is professional, foreheads damp. Protective gear still diligently donned.

V: Fine. Substance: unknown. Oily texture when in liquid form, with the thin consistency of water. Clear in appearance, save for a slight light-reflecting, pearly sheen.

-He tugs at his collar a bit.

V: When the liquid comes into contact with oxygen, or perhaps carbon dioxide, it reacts violently and quickly starts forming a red gas that hangs low in the air. It appears slightly heavier than oxygen, but prolonged exposure suggests it mingles with the particles, rather than consuming or bonding with them. Without external prompting, however, the gas does not naturally disperse and instead remains in a cloud-like formation.

-He turns the page with a shaking hand.

V: In…in liquid form, a particular scent is unable to be discerned, due to it’s volatility with breathable air. The gas, on the other hand, has a strong, sweet smell. Like a confectioners kitchen, or fresh-blooming lilacs. It permeates the room, but is not overpowering to the senses.

-The Reader nods along as he speaks, a little dazed and distracted. The sound of Viktor’s voice is intoxicating to her - he always is, always affecting her in some kind of way. But never like this - never to such a desperate, unhinged extent.

V: While the gas doesn’t immediately appear to be toxic, it does seem to have an effect on the human body. Raising the core temperature by no more than two degrees, it seems to also cause some delay in cognitive function. Perhaps because of the fever, but perhaps because there is another reaction going on in the brain, or the nervous system. Long-term effects are unknown.

-He swallows hard, his throat clicking slightly with how dry it is.

V: The gas…doesn’t appear to…to…

-He pauses a moment, taking a breath.

V: The gas doesn’t appear to have a taste, and the liquid is undetermined. Effects may be different if ingested, rather than inhaled.

-He lets the notebook lay flat on his lap, his head falling back to rest on the couch. Displaying the pale expanse of his throat. The Reader’s heart flutters.

V: Is there anything else you would like to add?

-He sounds breathless.

R: Muh…

-It takes her a second to gather her thoughts.

R: Muscle weakness. And slight tremors. Increased heart rate, and possibly elevated blood pressure.

-He hastily scribbles it down. The Reader tries paying attention to her body, to what’s going on, but it proves fruitless and embarrassing. She’s a scientist, but she still doesn’t want to admit all the ways that she seems to be altered.

-Increased sensitivity to the world around her, the crawling, tight feeling in her lower abdomen - it’s been a while since she’s felt this amount of physical desire, but she recognizes it nonetheless. Lust. Made worse by Viktor’s presence, and her pre-existing feelings for him.

V: You’re distracted again.

-The Reader pops back to attention, and Viktor huffs a laugh, a sound which sends little chills all through her body.

V: I said, is there anything else you can think of?

-The Reader swallows thickly, and despite their mutual face coverings, she feels as though he’s staring right at her.

R: I- um. No. No, not unless you want to add anything.

-He apparently stares at her for a few more seconds, before turning to the notebook to begin writing. Extensively.

-The Reader watches for a moment, before her thoughts and eyes inevitably start wandering. Observing his hands while he works, nimble and dextrous. Trailing up slender forearms, noting all the little dots and freckles.

-Up to his shoulders, surprisingly broad for his lean stature, the sharp edge of his collarbone visible where his shirt is undone. His throat, where she wants to leave countless bruises.

-A new wave of warmth washes over her, then, making it particularly hard to breathe, her chest tight and her throat dry and sticky.

-Suddenly choking on nothing, she fights with her mask for a couple seconds before ripping it off, coughing. Drawing the attention of Viktor. He appears to be startled or concerned by her sudden lack of protective face-wear, but more-so with the fact that she momentarily lost the ability to breathe.

-He reaches towards her out of instinct, but he pauses just before they touch, thinking about his actions before pulling back slightly. As if he couldn’t stand to lay a hand on her.

-Anxiety begins to bubble up. Has he noticed how she’s feeling? Is he put off by it? Angry? Disgusted? He doesn’t say anything, but she can feel his gaze on her. Pensive. Contemplating.

-And then, all at once, The Reader feels dizzy. But not nauseated. Like she’s floating, or embraced in a warm hug. It’s dazzling, and addicting. Is she dying? Is she slowly asphyxiating, after all? What a way to go.

-She briefly notices Viktor making to remove his mask alongside her, but she’s quick to raise a bumbling hand.

R: Keep it on, V.

-He hooks his fingers beneath it.

V: It’s not going to kill us-

R: It’s certainly doing something, though.

-Figuring there’s no sense in hiding it any longer, she yoinks the goggles off her head and sets them on the arm of the couch. She’s utterly faded, and as much is obvious. Her eyes are lidded, and her pupils are blown wide.

-Viktor observes her for a moment, before pulling his own eyewear off, followed by the mask. He flops back into the couch cushions, while the gas takes full effect over him. His breath catches in his throat, before he relaxes fully and goes boneless.

V: Do you…supposed we have mistakenly created a drug?

-The Reader hums halfheartedly.

R: We don’t know the full effects of it yet. For all we know, this is how it kills us.

-He sighs.

V: I have my doubts.

R: I thought I was the expert?

V: You are - I just-

-He sighs again, louder.

V: It’s obviously having an effect on the nervous system - otherwise it wouldn’t feel like this. Every neurotoxin I can think of will kill you in under ten minutes - or at the very least, render you unconscious.

-The Reader swats at him

R: Firstly, there are so many neurotoxins that don’t follow that rule. Secondly, where have you seen this stuff before?

V: I haven’t seen it! I’m just saying - poisons have their limitations, and their rules-

R: Rules are meant to be broken. That’s literally what hextech does.

V: I- you’re not wrong, but-

R: But what? Nothing else created in this lab behaves exactly the way it’s expected to. Why would this be any different?

-Viktor appears to be growing frustrated, agitated, perhaps because of the gas.

V: Hextech still follows the laws of physics-

R: Does it? The hex crystals: a source of perpetual energy, explosive and volatile, yet with no other energetic decay or radiation output?

V: Why do you know so much about physics?!

R: I study chemicals and molecules for a living! I have to know how things behave!

-They’re both riled up at this point, though The Reader can’t really discern why. She feels the same as before - she’s not even upset or angry. She feels good. They’re both sat up straighter, leaning slightly towards each other, like some kind of violent flirtation game.

-They stare at each other for a couple moments, not a word uttered between them. Breathing softly, gauging the other’s reactions and movements. And then, in a split second, Viktor’s hands are on her. Brazenly linking his fingers behind her neck, pulling her closer to mesh their lips together.

CHAPTER TWO (THE PORN CHAPTER)

-It’s hardly even a kiss. Their mouths are open, teeth clicking once or twice, allowing the obscene sensation of tongues sliding together, breath mingling. The Reader gives in immediately, clutching hard at the loose fabric of his open shirt, pulling blindly at it until more buttons pop open.

-She’s positively feverish now, though Viktor hardly seems cool against her, meaning they share a temperature.

-Their lips part for the briefest moment, so Viktor can untuck The Readers shirt and start on the remainder of the clasps. The Reader quickly busies herself with other activities, namely in the form of sucking a dark bruise onto the perfect column of Viktor’s throat.

-A groan rumbles forth, and his hands still for a moment.

-Before he collects himself a little, and continues with his task. Both of them pulling at each other’s clothing, shamelessly groping the flesh and fat hidden beneath.

-All the dizziness from before has changed, morphed into fluttering pulses that travel down every nerve, lit up by each desperate touch, coalescing lower. She still feels elated, high even, especially by the fact that Viktor is actually here with her.

-But rationality is screaming in the back of her mind, beneath all the desperation and desire. Her anxiety, her fear, growing louder and louder. Viktor’s fingers, reaching for the clasp of her bra.

R: Wait.

-He stills immediately, though she can feel the tremble of his body against her own. He peers up at her, pleading, desperate, searching. Waiting.

R: If - if this stuff is acting like an…aphrodisiac…then you’re under its effects.

-Upon hearing her words, he scoffs quietly, and continues with his previous ministrations. Unhooking the clasp with concerning ease.

R: Viktor-

V: If I am under some kind of spell, then certainly you are, too. And yet you only worry about my state of mind?

-The Reader backs away slightly, shame and embarrassment crawling up the back of her throat. Even as she helps him shrug her garments off.

R: It’s different.

-Viktor seems perturbed, pausing again.

V: Why? We both inhaled the smoke. We’re both-

R: It’s just different, okay?

V: Why?

-She’s surprised by the sudden ferocity with which he grips her jaw, nearly forcing her to look at him. The shame bubbles over, and her eyes fill with tears, knowing that he’ll reject her. Knowing he doesn’t feel the same way. That he might even consider it all a hindrance.

R: Because I don’t need a stupid drug to feel like this about you! I don’t need it to want this! And you-

-She sighs sharply, hiding a sniffle, and moves to get off his lap while she avoids eye contact.

R: We shouldn’t be doing this. If you were in your right mind, you wouldn’t want this-

-She’s once again shocked by how hard he grips her, dextrous hands finding firm purchase on the fat on her hips. Pulling her back down towards him, down harder, grinding her clothed core against him, where he’s obviously hard for her.

V: You think that this-

-He rolls his hips into her

V: Is because of a drug?

-He walks his hands up her sides, until he’s able to squeeze at her breasts, kneading her tenderly and flicking his thumbs over her sensitive buds.

V: You think I don’t struggle to remain professional, every time you’re around? The way your pants hug your thighs? The angelic sound of your voice? The scent of your perfume when you lean over my shoulder to watch me work?

-The Reader whines quietly, warmth rising to her cheeks. He catches one of her nipples between his finger and thumb, rolling it around, plucking, squeezing.

V: You think that I don’t take myself in hand the moment I’m alone. Finding my release with your name on my tongue?

-He pinches hard, until she squeals and squirms, and he has mercy. At least until moving to the other side.

V: You think I wouldn’t readily bend you over and greedily take whichever hole you’d let me have? Your mouth? Your perfect cunt? Fuck, your ass would squeeze so tight around me.

-The Reader lets out a shaky, desperate noise, her underwear fully soaked through. Viktor leans forward and wraps his lips around one bud, wetting it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. The Reader tentatively knits her fingers into his hair, gently stroking the soft, fluffy strands.

R: How was I supposed to know you wanted that? I’ve thought for years that you were only tolerating me - that you were too nice to tell me to fuck off-

-He pulls off of her with a wet pop, almost looking angry.

V: You’re the brightest part of my life. Your kindness. Your humour. Your creativity and ingenuity.

-He leans forward to press an open mouthed kiss to the trembling column of her throat. Nipping slightly.

V: I’ll fuck you until you believe me - and whenever you want after that. I’ll fill your tight little cunt up-

-The Reader warbles at the promise, grinding down against his thigh, desperate for friction of any kind.

V: Or your ass - you’d look so perfect, split open on my cock, with my come dripping out of you.

-The Reader has no idea where the utter filth is coming from, but she’s not complaining.

V: I’ll bring you pleasure; again and again and again, until you soak the sheets - or the floor, the carpet, I don’t care where we are.

-He’s only speaking to her, close to her ear. She’s only grinding against his thigh. And yet she’s so close to coming. Trembling and shaking, whining, gripping his shoulder for balance.

R: I- I’ve never…

V: Never what, milý?

R: Never…n…

-She’s wholeheartedly embarrassed to admit her thoughts. However, he needs to know what he’s working with, needs to know about her inexperience and worries.

R: I’ve never done any of that. I’ve…never even had sex.

-It makes him pause for a moment, his movements faltering, but not for long. Not until he returns with full force, doubling his efforts, squeezing her hips as he helps her grind down against him.

V: You’d let me be your first?

-The Reader huffs a laugh.

R: You’d be my only, if I had my way.

-He groans quietly, and coaxes her up off his lap so she’s standing in front of him. So he can fiddle with the buttons on her trousers, popping them open before sliding them down her legs, along with her ruined panties.

-He watches with rapt attention as a gooey string stretches between the soaked fabric and her pussy. Until he’s unable to help himself, and leans forward to shove his tongue between her folds.

-The Reader cries out the moment he makes contact, swiping over delicate skin a few times, before zeroing in on her swollen, puffy clit. He holds her close by the hips, not allowing her to escape his unrelenting feast.

-She’s just about to come, embarrassingly fast, when he suddenly pulls away and stares up at her with the most fucked out expression. His lips slick with her essence.

V: You’ve really never…? None of it?

-The Reader shakes her head.

V: Not even on your own?

-The Reader shakes her head again

V: You’ve never pressed a couple fingers into your ass?

-She shakes her head a third time, growing more flustered.

V: Or come so hard you squirted all over your hand? Not even-

-The Reader feels like she’s about to combust at the mere suggestion of such things. Of course she’s been curious in the past, she’s just been slightly intimidated, not knowing where to start.

R: I could never figure it out! It’s not like I’ve had any kind of reliable source on how to do it! Besides… I’ve…

-She grows shy

R: I’ve heard a lots of guys say they think that kind of thing is gross, and messy-

-He brings his mouth to her again, keeping eye contact, once again working her up to the edge before pulling away completely.

V: Sex is messy, milý. No matter how you go about it - it’s sweaty and sticky, and someone is always slippery.

-The Reader snorts a laugh, some of her tension dissipating when he smiles up at her, warm and entranced.

V: That’s part of what makes it pleasurable. Getting to reduce your partner to such a state - it’s vulnerable, it’s trusting. Even when there aren’t feelings involved, it’s fun.

-The Reader hums a little bit, some of her insecurity rising up again. She tries to hide it, but Viktor knows her well, and takes note of it immediately. Laying a kiss to the soft of her tummy, staring patiently up at her.

V: You’re thinking too hard again. What’s bothering you?

-The Reader chews the inside of her cheek. Contemplating.

R: You just…seem to know a lot about this kind of thing. I feel kind of inadequate.

-She sighs.

R: It’s stupid, I know-

-He pulls her back down into his lap, not seeming to care that she’s soaking his trousers. Encircling his arms around her waist, he brings her into a sweet kiss, tender and gentle.

V: I will not lie to you: I’ve been with…several people. Intoxicated one-night stands, hook-ups with a couple of my old classmates from when I first started at the academy.

-He kisses her again.

V: Trysts that were most certainly entertaining. But…not particularly meaningful.

-He holds her close, letting his head come to rest in the crook of her neck, his hair and breath tickling her skin.

V: If this isn’t something you’re ready for, we can stop. We can go back to our rooms for the night, or you can come over and we can talk.

-He kisses her collarbone.

V: Even if sex is something you never want, that’s okay. I just…I want you. Whatever you’re willing to give me. I’ll happily take it.

-The Reader’s eyes nearly well up with tears again, this time from sentimental emotion, and the genuine love she has for Viktor.

-She cups his jaw, and tilts his face towards her.

R: You say all this like you weren’t just about to make me come.

-They stare at each other for half a moment, before they start giggling and snickering, dispelling nearly all of the tension that had accumulated. Filling both of them with a distinct fondness for one another, and their situation.

R: I want you, Viktor. Tonight, and every night after this - I want everything with you. Sex, romance, that dorky couples’ shit.

-They smile at each other again, but it’s significantly softer this time, warm and affectionate and full of love. Their next kiss is gentle and sweet, explorative and more thorough.

-But it’s not long before their minds start getting addled again, and their touches become harder, hands wandering and grabbing. The Reader tries grinding down against Viktor again, but unlike before, he now holds her in place.

-She’s puzzled for a moment, pulling back to ask him what he’s doing, but she doesn’t get the chance. He dips a hand between her legs and strokes a finger through her folds, still dripping for him. His finger catches on her clit, and she lets out an involuntary gasp.

-His lips find her neck, leaving a slew of wet kisses over every area he can reach, while he slowly slides a finger into her. It’s not much of a touch, and she knows she can fit more, but every sensation seems to be amplified under the effects of the mysterious gas.

-He pumps tentatively into her, mostly just feeling how she clenches around him, getting used to how hot she is, and how slick. After a moment he adds a second digit, and that’s when he really starts trying to bring her pleasure.

-Crooking his fingers within her to nudge up against her sweet spot, as well as spreading them apart to help stretch her open and prepare her for what’s to come. Marvelling at the obscene sounds emanating from her, the delicious squelch of her cunt and the breathless little moans falling past her lips.

-She wants to roll her hips down on his fingers, to try and coax him deeper, but he keeps his other hand tight on her hip, making sure she stays still despite the fact that she’s trembling with effort. She keens when he picks up speed, slowly beginning to build up her orgasm again.

R: Viktor…

-She’s bordering on whiny, but neither of them really mind. Instead, he lays a kiss in between her breasts, and then peeks up at her with mischief.

V: Do you think you could take another one?

-It takes her a moment to figure out what he’s talking about, but once it clicks, she hastily nods, on the verge of begging him for it. Thankfully, he’s merciful, and wastes no time slipping a third finger into her.

-She definitely feels the stretch this time, whimpering softly when he starts spreading all three digits open, stretching her further than she’s ever gone on her own. It burns so good, but it’s nothing compared to when he curls them inside her.

-The stretch, coupled with the relentless press against her g-spot and the grind of his palm against her slick clit, is enough to send her over the edge. It’s sudden and almost startling, washing over her like a wave and sending warmth rolling down every nerve.

-She’s not really aware of what kinds of sounds she’s making, or what she looks like, far too focused on the feelings echoing through her body, everything made stronger by the drug.

-Until she slouches forward, breathless and boneless against Viktor. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly while she tries to regain her composure, though she can feel him smirking into the skin of her shoulder.

R: Mmn…

-He chuckles airily

V: Surely it wasn’t so good that you’ve lost consciousness?

-His tone is playful and joking, but The Reader wonders if there’s not some vague insecurity hidden beneath it. She stirs a little bit, drawing back from him so she can plant a kiss on his cheek, and his other cheek, and every feature of his face until she gets to his lips.

R: It’s good. Because it’s you, it’s good.

-She reassures him, before drawing him into yet another kiss. They stay like that for a little while, and though The Reader’s head has cleared slightly, Viktor’s surely hasn’t.

-His skin is still hot to the touch, and his hands tremor slightly when he touches her. She can tell that he’s trying to follow her lead, to not press for more if she’s not the one asking for it, and while she’s grateful he’s being patient and respectful, she wants him to feel good too.

R: You’re allowed to touch me, you know?

-Her tone is gentle and quiet, but Viktor looks puzzled. She stoops down and lays a kiss just beneath his jaw.

R: I can tell that you’re holding yourself back. But you can touch me - however you want, wherever you want.

V: You have no idea what I want. I don’t want to pressure you into things you’re not ready for-

-The Reader sets her forehead against his, looking him in the eye. Her tone is firm.

R: I meant it, when I said I want everything with you. If you think I don’t know something, then tell me. Tell me what you want, tell me all the things you’ve thought about doing with me - doing to me. Trust me to speak up if I don’t like something.

-He groans, a low sound rumbling from his chest, and in an instant, her weight is thrown sideways onto the couch. It’s lumpy and a little uncomfortable, but she doesn’t care, not with the way that Viktor takes up space above her.

-Her legs, held open by his slender hips, the perfect position for him to shove his pants down to the middle of his thighs and free his cock. Thick and heavy, flushed the prettiest shade of red at the tip. He gives himself a couple strokes, and then lets it lay against the slick flesh of her pussy.

V: There isn’t enough time in one night to tell you all the things I want to do to you.

-He rolls his hips a little bit, his cock gliding effortlessly through her folds, sliding against her clit.

V: Every night, there’s a new thought in my mind, a new vision of you. Bent over my desk, crying out for more even though your ass is already split open on my cock. Or helplessly restrained, your legs held wide so I can bring you pleasure again, and again, and again - no matter how much you squirm.

-The Reader clenches around nothing, the ideas turning her on more than she ever expected they would. Filthy thoughts, but strikingly delicious, considering she’s the main focus of them.

-He presses the blunt head of his cock against her hole, but doesn’t quite push inside.

V: I’ve thought about keeping you under my desk during the day, looking all pretty with your mouth full of my cock. Or slipping my hand beneath those short little skirts you like to wear, working you up to the edge but never letting you come.

-The Reader wiggles a little bit, trying to encourage him to slide into her.

V: I’ve also wondered what you’d look like if both your holes were stuffed. I…am not particularly keen on sharing, though.

-The Reader whines.

R: You could make a replica, if you- if you wanted to.

-He seems to genuinely ponder it for a moment, his mind trailing away to how he might go about doing such a thing, especially in secret, since it would be hard to explain. The Reader whines again.

R: Viktor..

-His attention snaps back to her, and she stares up at him.

R: Fuck me.

-He looks like he wants to tease her more, to tell her more about his imagination, but his patience has apparently run out. He grips his cock and slides the head through her folds a couple times again, gathering some of her wetness to make everything go smoother.

-The pressure against her is dull, but it doesn’t take much for her to open up. His cock slowly stretching her open, more than his fingers had prepared her for - it burns, but in the best way possible, making her feel fuller than she’s ever been, than she ever imagined she would.

-She whimpers quietly, and Viktor pauses, looking to her face to gauge her reaction. But once he sees that she’s not in pain, he continues. Deeper and deeper into her, filling her until she can nearly feel it in her throat. He seems to be going on forever.

-Until finally, his hips meet the backs of her thighs, and his movements still. The Reader cracks her eyes open, only to groan slightly at the sight of Viktor in front of her. His hair mussed and in disarray, his grip tight behind the backs of her knees, holding her open.

-His expression, wholly and entirely fucked out, debauched and without a single care. He stares shamelessly down at her, leering over every inch of her body, particularly at where they’re now joined.

-He reaches down to stroke the pad of his thumb over her puffy clit, startling her slightly, and making her jolt. But he’s quick to hold her down, keeping her still with one hand while he continuously flicks and abuses her bud.

-Feeling the way she clenches around him, the way her breath catches in her throat, half-releasing broken cries and sobs of pleasure. As if he truly enjoys torturing her in the most delicious way possible.

-He relents after a couple moments, allowing her a brief respite to calm down. But not for long. It doesn’t take long for him to start fucking her in earnest, pulling out almost all the way before quickly sliding back home.

-He pulls a startled cry from her when he first fucks into her, and a pitiful wail when he finds a relentless pace. Hard and fast, keeping her legs held open and her body nearly bent in half, plunging as deep as he possibly can. Again and again.

-The Reader can barely breathe, the breath punched out of her with each thrust. Her entire body is trembling, every nerve alight with bliss. She grips blindly at Viktor’s forearms, only to ground herself, rather than trying to push him away. Her nails digging into his skin, only seeming to spur him on.

-And then, all at once, her world is turning again. Viktor releases her and quickly helps her flip over, onto her knees and elbows with her ass raised in the air.

-And then he’s back inside her, resuming his pace. The new angle makes The Reader squeak pathetically, as he repeatedly slides over her sweet spot. The obscene noise of wet skin slapping echoing throughout the lab.

-She knows that she’s dripping onto the couch beneath her, but she can’t find it in herself to be embarrassed about it, or even really care. All she wants is to feel good, by Viktor’s hand, and watch as he loses himself to the pleasure as well.

-She slips an arm beneath herself, hoping to get some friction on her clit, desperate for her own release again. But a hand colliding hard with her ass cheek startles her out of it, stinging hot enough to make her gasp.

V: Keep your hands by your head, milý. You’ll come when I say you can come.

-She whines softly.

R: But-

-Another harsh smack. She’s embarrassed by how tightly the action makes her clench, and by the fact that Viktor notices.

-His pace never falters, even as he lays the palm of his hand hard against her again. And again. And again.

V: You’re so sweet during the day.

-A smack

V: So compassionate, and gentle.

-A smack

V: But you’re really a slut, aren’t you?

-Another smack, and The Reader whines.

V: Doing exactly what I tell you to, letting me stuff you full over and over again. Squeezing around me so perfectly.

-He massages the now-tender meat of her ass, soothing the sharp bite of his hand.

-Even without a single touch on her clit, The Reader isn’t sure how long she’s going to last. She feels like she’s about to burst, like she’s never felt before. Nothing like the orgasms she’s had on her own.

-She barely even notices the wet pop behind her, too dazed to take note of much else. But she definitely tenses slightly when something wet glides against her asshole. Persistent and warm, soaking the velvety flesh.

-She whimpers when it breaches the ring of muscle, slowly, sliding into her where she’s never been touched. It’s the strangest sensation, though not a bad one. It sends little goosebumps all over her body. And it takes a moment, but eventually she realizes it’s Viktor’s thumb, spreading her open.

V: I’d love to have you here…

-His words are punctuated with the movement of his digit, allowing it to slide in and out of her in time with his thrusts.

V: But not tonight.

-He leans down and presses a kiss in between her shoulder blades, his movements slowing down for a moment, and The Reader whines at the loss.

V: Not enough patience, right now.

-He straightens up again, and resumes fucking her, with a renewed vigor. Removing his thumb from her, watching as she squeezes around nothing. Gripping her hips to pull her back to him.

-The Reader is nearly boneless with the onslaught of pleasure, and it’s all she can do just to breathe properly, allowing him to do whatever he pleases to her, enjoying every moment of it.

-Then, the grip on her hips tightens by a fraction, and Viktor’s pace begins to grow sloppy and uneven. She knows that he’s close, and, willing to risk his ire, she tentatively slips her arm beneath herself again, in an attempt to rub her clit.

-He notices.

V: You just can’t help yourself, can you?

-He’s breathless and rough. But he doesn’t try to dissuade her this time.

V: Come for me, then. Fuck - let me feel you-

-All it takes is a couple swipes of her fingers, and her entire mind goes blank. The outside world fades out of focus, and all she can feel is the blinding pleasure of her orgasm, more intense than she’s ever experienced. Knowing Viktor is the one who’s made her feel like this. Finally.

-His thrusts falter for a second, growing quicker for the briefest moment, before he pushes in as deep as he can, and stills. Nails digging into the fat of The Reader’s hips, a debauched, broken cry falling past his lips, while he curls inwards, his forehead coming to rest against her back. Hair tickling her skin.

-Both of them stay there for what seems like forever, trembling and catching their breath, letting their orgasms run their course and gradually dissipate. Letting the world fade back in, and their minds clear.

-Slowly, tenderly, Viktor wraps his arms around her waist, carefully pulling her up into a sitting position, and then coaxing her backwards. The two of them now reclining somewhat comfortably against the arm of the couch, with her back on his chest.

-He lays kiss after kiss on her exposed shoulders and neck, on any piece of skin his lips can reach. Stroking his hands over her abdomen and sides. Neither of them say anything for a little while, not having the mind yet to form words. Not even having the wherewithal to pull out of her.

-After a couple minutes of gentle touches and affection, though, they’re finally able to speak.

V: It…wasn’t too much, was it?

-The Reader hums

V: If it was too much, you need to tell me - I won’t go so far next time-

-A grin stretches across The Reader’s face, and she turns slightly towards him.

R: Next time?

-He presses a kiss to her cheek.

V: Of course ‘next time’. I told you earlier, yes? I want you. All of you, for as long as you’ll have me.

-The Reader’s heart swells with warmth, filling with love and affection. She squirms around in his grasp so she can lay more comfortably over his chest. Both of them wince when he finally slides out of her, and his spend dribbles after.

R: We have so much cleaning to do.

-Viktor presses a kiss to her hair, and then to her lips.

V: No more than any other experiment would warrant. We have the rest of the night to make things presentable, though, so…let’s stay like this a little while?

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novabl · 6 months

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Hello! I want to thank you for all your answers to questions regarding Saezuru, your analysis is always very well-thought and accurate. 🙂

May I ask you if you think Saezuru will have a happy ending? I've seen a lot of fans are starting to doubt it, and I confess I'm a little worried about Yashiro's blindness when it comes to his right eye; I am afraid Doumeki might get seriously hurt (or even worse) trying to save Yashiro from a shooting or an attack that Yashiro might not immediately notice due to his partial blindness or something... Yoneda-sensei has put a lot of effort in stressing out that Yashiro's blindness creates issues I'm his everyday life, and she has also shown us Doumeki has strong suspicions Yashiro is not all right, all this must have some relevance in the end... But, at the same time, I can't believe there won't be an ending that, even if not 100% happy, will have a positive feeling to it.

Saezuru is a story about an abused and traumatized person (actually, two traumatized persons, considering Doumeki has his own demons to face too), and it represents his journey to learn to love himself and understand what he wants and what he deserves (i.e. to be loved), to end it with a tragic ending, while it's still Yoneda-sensei right to decide, would probably frustrate what felt had been the purpose of this work all along.

I apologise for the super-long message, but I am really curious to know your opinion on this.

Thank you and have a good day! 😉

Thank you for your kind words! If it seems like more people are feeling like there is going to be a negative ending, that is maybe because of how people are predicting what will happen next. I personally think that Doumeki will distance himself and I have seen other people share the same thoughts. I could be wrong because I am just guessing but it is bringing up how people are interpreting saezuru. Since the arc after the timeskip has started, there has been a strong feeling that Doumeki will be the one to take the lead and give Yashiro an environment to feel safe and be vulnerable. There were people who thought that Doumeki kissing Yashiro and them having sex would lead to some emotional progress. Unfortunately, once the sex was over, Doumeki put his mask back on and Yashiro was sad and later on even made plans to meet up with Inami. I personally never understood the idea of Doumeki confessing first as Doumeki tried his best to do that for Yashiro before and still got tossed aside. While we can understand Yashiro’s motivations and thinking, we should still understand that hurting someone the way Yashiro hurt Doumeki will mean putting in work to show that you’ve changed and that you can be a good partner to them as well. I noticed that there has been a few people that think Yashiro would be unwilling to pursue Doumeki. That once Doumeki distances himself, Yashiro wil just accept it because that is what he did with Kage and how he seems to react whenever he thinks Doumeki is rejecting him. I think that can be a bit insulting to Yashiro and how far he has come. While he has moments of jealously going after other men, he also doesn’t just quietly accept whatever Doumeki throws at him. He gets angry when Doumeki acts like there is nothing between them, he pulls Doumeki in when Doumeki tries to distance himself, he wants to open up about his impotency and Inami and he questioned Doumeki even though Doumeki’s answers could have devastated Yashiro. He also resists when Doumeki acts in ways he doesn’t like sexually which is huge for Yashiro considering he has adopted a passive attitude towards sexual assault. Yashiro is capable of change and I think he would want to be there for Doumeki as Doumeki was there for him. All that said, I think there will be a positive ending. A bare minimum for a positive ending for Yashiro will be Yashiro and Doumeki together. Though I have expressed doubt about Yashiro’s feelings for Doumeki, his characterization doesn’t support a good ending without Doumeki. He needs to have the person he loves reciprocate his love and with him or else he will fall back into his old self harm ways. I really think once Yashiro acknowledges that he wants Doumeki to be in a monogamous relationship with him, he will fight for it as much as he needs to. Of course we just need to wait and see. My answer got long but I really doubt we’ll get a tragic ending considering we got a taste of Yashiro and Doumeki domesticity with the extra and I doubt Yashiro will have all this development only to have the person that he was willing to do it for ripped away from him.

#saezuru tori wa habatakanai #saezuru

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Astrology Observations

Synastry & Composite Edition

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As I mentioned before, synastry and predictive astrology are my niches, and that’s what most of my clients come to me for. In this post, I want to detail some synastry and composite aspects, and how I’ve seen them play out in the charts I’ve read, and in my own personal life 🤍

Saturn square Venus in synastry is surprisingly very binding. We all know that the easy aspects favor longevity. However, I’ve seen this aspect (the square) between two people who know they are not right for each other, but both can’t leave the relationship for whatever reason, on many occasions. However, there’s usually one partner whose holding on a little tighter, and seemingly can’t let go of the other. In a lot of instances it’s the Saturn partner who cannot let go of the Venus partner. Another alternative description of this aspect that has proven to be accurate, is that the Venus person often feels as if they are not good enough for the Saturn person. Whether the Saturn person knows this or not, there are things that they say and do, that makes the Venus person feel deficient (physically or emotionally) at times. Whilst, I absolutely love the Venus trine, or sextile Saturn aspect. I’ve found the Venus square Saturn to be difficult, IF they aren’t any other aspects that point to a genuine connection/attraction.

Composite Taurus Rising: This is the couple that just LOOKS good together. They probably enjoy partaking in many artistic hobbies when they are together. Bonding over food, and trying new restaurants may also be something that they do. I’ve also noticed that this seems to be a very publicly affectionate pair. They likely enjoy holding hands, or hugging & kissing in public. Wherever, Venus is placed in the composite chart, will be an area of life that is of key focus for this couple, through the course of their relationship.

Composite Capricorn Rising: This is the couple that intimidates others. They may look really established, or wealthy to other people. They also carry themselves in a very mature, and classy way. They may enjoy documenting their experiences on fancy holidays, or at fancy restaurants etc.. if the term “power couple” had an aspect, it would be a composite Capricorn Rising. Longevity is also a key theme for this couple. Since Capricorn is ruled by Saturn, it is not uncommon to see a couple who has a composite Capricorn rising in a relationship for many years. Whilst astrologers argue that having a Taurus or Libra rising in a composite chart indicates marriage, I honestly believe, and have seen that a Capricorn rising indicates longevity. Obviously the aspects in the chart will ultimately determine the fate and destiny of the relationship, but having a Capricorn rising suggests that both partners take the relationship very seriously, and intend on being in it for the long haul.

Okay back to synastry. When someone’s planets fall in to your 4th house, they can literally feel like home to you. This is especially true if that planet is their Moon or Venus. I’ve found that someone’s rising sign falling into your 4th house, can carry the same affect. With 4th house overlays, you just feel comfortable in the other persons presence. You may also be comfortable when it comes to opening up emotionally to them. There’s this sense that you can truly trust this person and that they will be there for you without judgement.

3rd house overlays are so underrated. The 3rd house centers around communication, writing and siblings. So, some people argue that this overlay produces a ‘sibling-like’ connection. I’d say it depends, if you have no other aspects that indicate attraction, than this may very be a close friendship or a ‘sibling-like’ bond. However, in a long-term, and well established relationship communication is key. Yes, sex and sexual attraction is great, but really understanding how your partner thinks and communicates is very important in a serious relationship. When someone’s planet falls into your 3rd house, you may really enjoy communication with them. You’ll also find that the conversations are very lively (unless that planet is Saturn haha) and interesting. Couples who have prominent 3rd house synastry, are the ones who call and text each other very frequently. One, or both of them may be turned on by dirty talk, or sexting (had to add this in here). BUT seriously, many of the couples I know who have really good communication in their relationships, either have 3rd house overlays, or well aspected mercuries in synastry.

Chiron Aspects in Synastry: These aspects can be incredibly healing (if they are the easy aspects) or extremely hurtful or damaging. The conjunction can go either way, if your Chiron conjuncts someone’s Venus, you both may experience a love that’s incredibly healing, or it can be an insecurity provoking relationship, if other aspects support this. Chiron will highlight the wounds of the planets it is aspecting. If someone’s Chiron is touching your moon, there may be deep seated emotional issues that start to resurface. If someone else’s Chiron is touching your mercury, this will likely cause you to examine and rethink your mental processing, and why you think the way you do. If their Chiron is aspecting your Venus, issues around value, beauty and self-worth may begin to surface. Chiron squaring a personal planet in synastry is one of my least favorite aspects. This can actually cause a wound related to the personal planet if they aren’t any other aspects that diffuse this energy. However, Chiron trining or sextiling personal planets have the opposite effects. These can really prompt deep personal healing in a relationship. For example, if one persons Chiron is trining someone else’s Venus, the Chiron person can really help the Venus person heal all their issues related to their self-worth & how they give and receive love.

It’s also important to differentiate between synastry and composite charts. Synastry charts, show us how to people interact with each other, and how they view each other from their individual points of view. Whereas, a composite chart is the relationship as a single entity. So, some astrologers argue that the composite chart is what the relationship would be like if two people were in a serious, and committed relationship, and the key themes they would likely encounter. However, one chart does not negate the other, they just symbolize two different things!

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Shadow and Veil-Chapter Forty One

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction. Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed. You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen eyes. This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence, and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.

Word Count: ~4,100

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They were ostentatious about it.

For days, Horacio and Eva went out into the city and made themselves known.

Or, more accurately, Diego made himself known.

Eva was surprised at how fast Horacio slipped back into the persona. It washed over him as soon as he pulled on the ridiculous baby blue coat from his suitcase. There was flint in his eyes and his jaw was permanently clenched. His walk was slower, meandering. He stopped acknowledging her presence when they were in public.

For her part, Eva fell into old habits. She kept her eyes down and spoke only when she had to. Whenever Diego reached for her, she made herself flinch. To anyone who was looking, Eva barely existed. She was a shadow in the heavy light of Diego Jimenez.

And, that was fine.

She got to sit off to the side while Diego had ‘meetings’ with various strangers, eating and drinking whatever she thought looked good on the menu. Some of the people she was now surrounded by gave her questioning looks, but very few mentioned it. Those that did were met with a glare so furious that she felt bad for them.

While she enjoyed the scene being played out in real time, Eva listened to the conversation. She never thought of herself as a particularly devious criminal. Nor did she ever think that she was doing anything that couldn’t be replicated by the average person. But—God—were some of the people running drugs in and out of the area doing it the hard way.

Too many bribes.

Too many risks.

Too many variables that could lead to a complete and total clusterfuck.

It wasn’t her problem, though.

Eva was just an actor in an elaborate farce. She might be playing her part, but she never forgot her primary goal. What Horacio did to make himself look legitimate was irrelevant as long as she got what she wanted. What the other players wanted in the game was even less of her concern. Even if they were idiots.

She was swirling a fruit filled cocktail that vaguely reminded her of refajo, waiting on an order of Gordita de Harina when the conversation she wasn’t supposed to even remotely understand became touched with fire.

The men Javier was working with were, understandably, putting their lives on the line to let Javier and Horacio attempt to take out their competition. And, given that risk, they wanted more than the agreed upon payment. They weren’t even being subtle about it—telling Horacio and Javier outright that they would pay up or be exposed.

She sipped at her drink while she watched Horacio take that information in and start to make a series of decisions. He could pay them more—the States was fronting the bill on the endeavor—but, Eva knew Horacio well enough to predict that he wouldn’t give in so easily. What she wasn’t very sure of was how Diego was going to execute the plan Horacio settled on.

Back when she had no idea Horacio existed, Diego seemed like the kind of criminal that was both brutal and shrewd. When he made a move, it was quick, effortless, and cutting. No indecision. Just action.

A dangerous combination.

Horacio looked down his nose at them, letting the silence hang above the table. In the meantime, Eva’s food arrived and she happily munched on the crunchy cookies while the others at the table engaged in a tense stare down. It didn’t last more than thirty seconds, or so, but it certainly felt longer.

Horacio sniffed, “This is not a conversation to have in public.”

The two men they were dealing with nodded, saying that they had somewhere to talk privately. Eva felt the hair on her arms rise in warning. They were being way too casual about having to go to a secondary location to get what they wanted.

Horacio seemed to be one step ahead of her, “No. We have a place. My partner will give you an address.”

She smiled into her drink while they moved back and forth through the argument. At first, it seemed like neither side would give in and that they would end at an impasse. But, eventually, Javier mentioned a secondary payout—something to sweeten the deal—and the argument ended.

The group stood to leave. Eva mourned the rest of her meal, but threw back the cocktail in one long gulp to tide her over for the next hour or two. In the parking lot, she looked for a familiar face while keeping her head low and her shoulders hunched.

Josh hadn’t yet made an appearance, but he had to know they were in town by now. Diego was making all kinds of noise and Josh would have to be both blind and deaf if he failed to notice. Especially if he was as keen on getting back at Diego as he seemed.

She wondered how he would do it. How would Josh approach the person he probably considered his worst enemy, the person who had brought down everything he’d worked to build. If she knew him (and she did know him) Josh’s approach would definitely be dramatic. There might even be a speech.

From the backseat of the car, Eva asked, “Where are we going?”

Javier answered, “Safe house. Kind of.”

“Kind of?” When the two of them were silent too long, she prompted, “I asked a question.”

Horacio sighed and glanced at her in rear view mirror, “Its more of an interrogation room.”

She blinked rapidly, “You plan on interrogating them?”

“No.”

Javier’s voice was low, and there was something in it that hinted at danger. Eva stared at the back of his head, feeling all of her questions fall away. They rode in silence for the next half hour.

The ‘interrogation room’ was actually a house far out of the city. Eva stared at it, thinking that it really wasn’t much of a house. It was more like factory that hadn’t seen use in at least a decade. The brick facade was crumbling and there was a long, wide trench that must have carried water at one time or another. A few of the windows were broken and there were birds nesting in the divots of the roof.

Walking in, Eva was immediately hit with a wave of dust. The compact dirt floor was cracked and each step brought up more plumes of dirt. Out of date machinery and furniture was piled in the far corner, leaving most of the space empty and bare.

“Well, this is a shit house,” Eva muttered around a cough.

Javier laughed, his hand coming up to cover his face.

“What?”

“It was actually used to make fertilizer,” he said, still laughing.

Eva looked around, “Yeah. I could see it.”

Horacio put his hands on his hips, “Our boys are not far behind. We need to set up.”

Javier, knowing what Horacio wanted, began to look through the various parts and furniture. He seemed to be looking for something in particular, tossing broken pieces carelessly to the side.

Eva stood next to Horacio, “What are you setting up for?”

He cut her a sidelong glance, “We have to make an example of them before they decide to double cross us.”

She made a soft sound of question.

His mouth thinned, “If they inform the cartel that we’re masquerading as one of them, we’ll have bigger problems than just your ex-husband.”

“Wouldn’t the government step in?” she asked, “We’re here because they asked us to be.”

Javier set down a pair of chairs and tugged a table from the wall. He was obvious about refusing to look in Eva’s direction. Something wasn’t right, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. There was tension between the two of them that was unfamiliar and suspicious. With narrowed eyes, she looked to Horacio for an answer.

Horacio ran his hand over his hair, “It will only go so far. We might get an hour’s head start. Enough to get out of the country—or, most of the way.”

She suppressed the memory of fleeing to Texas, of crossing the border with one eye looking over her shoulder. Eva pointed at the open door, “Those men want money or our lives? Is that what you’re telling me?”

He nodded.

Her head dropped back and she looked towards the ceiling, “I should have gotten a drink to go.”

Horacio chuckled and reached into his jacket pocket. From it, he produced a flask, which he handed over to her.

Eva took it and lifted onto her toes to press a short kiss to his mouth, “You’re an angel.”

He hid a shy smile, then cleared his throat, “You should wait in the car.”

She spun open the top of the flask, “That’s not going to happen. But, I’ll go sit over there. Nice and quiet. Won’t say a word.”

Horacio looked unhappy, but gave an eventual nod.

Eva sauntered over to the furniture pile and found a chair that didn’t look like it would break under her weight. She dragged it to the far end of the room, letting the wood scrape against the floor the whole way. Sitting daintily, she twisted open the flask and sipped Horacio’s preferred tequila while she waited for the action to begin.

A car rumbled up the road and pulled noisily to a stop near the large, open door. Voices chatted amiably outside for a moment before the two men wandered in. Horacio greeted them, all smiles and smooth words. Javier was a little more terse, but Eva couldn’t see an ounce of trepidation in their guests.

At least, she couldn’t see it until Horacio pulled the gun from the back of his waistband and shot one of them in the head.

Eva’s whole body jerked. Her ears rang with the single burst of gunfire. She gripped the flask tight while her knees drew up towards her chest. Her heart hammered painfully against her ribs. It was difficult for her to draw breath. She wanted to look away, but couldn’t.

Covered and blood and brain matter, the surviving man went for the gun holstered against his hip only to have Javier hit him hard with a two by four. Eva cringed at the sound of it, knowing that he had to be seeing stars.

Kneeling on the dirt floor, blood pouring from a wound on his temple, he spit blood and curses at Horacio. He was trying to be brave, was even looking Horacio in the eye. But, Eva could see the slow panic spreading across his face. It settled into the creases of his eyes and the tension in his jaw, ruining his every effort.

Horacio loomed over him, speaking in low, smooth, Spanish, “I’m sorry for your friend, Mateo.”

He was not sorry.

Mateo spit more blood.

She was struck with a visceral memory of Horacio standing in a dark basement, staring down at a man with much the same expression on his face. In hindsight, she knew that Horacio saved four people from being tortured to death that night. This, though, this was very, very different.

Eva drank deeply from the flask.

Javier hauled Mateo into the chair and took two steps away. He pulled out a gun of his and held it at the ready with the barrel pointed towards the floor. Horacio watched Javier until he gave a nod, then shoved his weapon back into the waistband of his pants.

“I’m not a man who takes threats lightly, Mateo,” he said, genially. “But, I understand that you don’t know that about me. I will let this go one time.”

The flask, halfway to Eva’s mouth, paused. A slow, hot wave of emotion rolled over her. It was both strange and familiar. A taunt from her subconscious.

Horacio was hunched over, finger in Mateo’s face. The afternoon sun cut across his eyes, illuminating the brown so that it gleamed. Sweat gathered at his temples. The muscle in his jaw worked as he explained what was going to happen next.

“You know who I represent,” he said, “and you know what I can do to you and anyone you care about.” Horacio paused a moment, “I’ll make you disappear. I’ll make it as if your entire life never existed.”

That was...one hell of a threat. Eva felt a little bad for the guy. He probably had no idea what kind of man he was dealing with, what kind of man he’d tried to extort.

Mateo, bless his heart, replied, “You don’t scare me.”

Horacio straightened. His shoulders blotted out the sun’s rays, casting Mateo in mostly shadow, “Maybe I don’t. But, what about your boss? What will he do if he finds out you’ve defected?”

Mateo’s denial was cut off with a sharp slap across the face. Horacio leaned down again, “We’ll keep you safe for a while. Hide you away. A few weeks. A month. But, what will he do when we give you back to him?”

Eva shivered.

Tipping the flask back, Eva drained it and replaced the cap. Feeling warm for a number of reasons, she crossed her arms and tried to pay attention to what Horacio was saying instead of how much she wanted to kiss away the snarl on his lips.

“You’re going to take the money we agreed on,” Horacio sneered, “You’re going to to job you agreed to. And, when we’re done, you’ll never see us—or your competition—again. ¿Claro?”

It took Javier pulling back the hammer on his pistol for Mateo to nod. Even then, Eva wasn’t convinced. She didn’t like the way this went down. Didn’t like that there wasn’t any assurance that Mateo was going to cooperate. He might be pissed off enough to run back to his boss and make up a story to cover his ass. Or, worse, tell the truth.

The unknown made her antsy.

Her head jerked up at the sound of another car driving closer at high speed.

On alert, Eva got up and ran over to the door, shading her eyes with her hand so that she could peer up the road. She couldn’t see the car, but the plume of dust behind it was enough for her to turn back to Horacio and yell that Mateo had ordered back up.

Horacio, gun already in hand, aimed and fired. Mateo swung hard to the side, dead before he hit the ground.

Javier gave a frustrated yell, “We needed him, Carrillo!”

“We’ll find another,” Horacio called over his shoulder. He grabbed Eva by the arm and dragged her to the car. The keys were pressed into her hand, “Get back to the apartment. Drive fast. Don’t stop.”

“I’m staying here with you,” she spit, despite the rising fear.

Horacio’s hand was gripping her jaw tight in a flash, “You will listen to me! Go. Now.”

It was the voice of an alpha giving a clear and indisputable order. Eva couldn’t have disobeyed, if she wanted to. She got into the driver’s seat while Horacio yanked a case she knew contained several guns and extra ammunition from the back seat.

He made his way to the front of the car and leaned into the open window to kiss her. They shared a short, meaningful look before he pointed to the road and walked away.

Eva started the car and gunned it away from the factory. She drove without care for the law or the other car roaring towards her. The only sound she could hear was the wind blowing past and the tone of Horacio’s voice as he ordered her to go.

Her hands squeezed the steering wheel until they ached. They didn’t loosen until she got back to the city. Even then, Eva kept watching the cars around her to make sure she wasn’t being followed.

After parking in the lot, she got out and hurried to the door. With it closed behind her, Eva took what felt like the first breath of air since Horacio handed her the keys. It burned in her lungs, made her suck in several more.

Eva turned the deadbolt and rushed to the bathroom so that she could throw up a few shots of tequila and her meager breakfast. On the floor, she rested her head against the cool tile and tried to calm down.

Horacio and Javier were well trained. They had weapons and they knew how to handle themselves. She knew this. But, all the knowing didn’t put her mind to rest. The slow creep of panic kept coming in spite of it all.

Fuck.

She hadn’t even looked at the other car as it whizzed past her—didn’t know how many of them there were. A flurry of thoughts went round in her head, most of them beginning with the words, ‘what if’. Not a one of them made Eva feel any better.

Stop making a scene, Birdie.

Eventually, with effort, she was able to get herself up and off the floor. She washed her face in the sink and patted it dry. Then, out of an abundance of caution, Eva pulled the gun from her toiletry bag and loaded it.

She went around the apartment and closed all of the curtains, carrying the weapon with her every step of the way. Nervous energy made her pace for a solid ten minutes before her feet began to protest. With nothing to do but wait, Eva sat on the couch and watched the door.

The sun sank low and the already dim apartment grew even dimmer. Eva didn’t want to chance turning on a light. She would sit in the dark all night, if she had to. Anything to make herself feel safe.

A quick, firm knock made her jump, made her lift the gun and aim. Eva blinked rapidly to focus her vision while she held her breath. She stared at the blank door, as if she could see through it to the other side.

“Eva, its me.”

Oh, thank God.

Eva rushed to the door and unlocked it. Horacio moved past her, hustling towards the bathroom without saying a word. Confused, she locked the door again and followed him, setting the gun down on the island on the way.

“What happened?”

He turned the corner to the bedroom, “We handled it.”

She scoffed, “Obviously. But, what happened?”

Eva walked into the bathroom and stopped cold. Horacio was covered in blood stains. On his suit, on his shirt, in his hair. There was a bruise blooming above his eye. He looked like he’d been through hell—and, she guessed he had been.

“Are you hurt?” she rasped, unable to keep the tremble from her voice.

He looked up from where he was unbuttoning his shirt, “No.”

She pointed at the stains, “So, that blood isn’t yours?”

Horacio’s hands paused, “No.”

Eva watched his face carefully. It gave nothing away. Not a single hint as to what he might be thinking. The man she knew was all locked up behind an impenetrable wall.

“I don’t like when you keep me in the dark,” she said lowly.

He sighed, and she could see the faintest crack in his composure. Then, because she needed something to do with her hands, she stepped forward and pushed the jacket from his shoulders. It fell to the floor with a dull thud that echoed off the tile. The tremor in her fingers returned as she helped him out of his clothes. Every layer revealed more scratches, more bruises. More blood.

“I thought you said you weren’t hurt.”

Eva looked up at him with accusation in her tone. Horacio’s mouth thinned and he tossed his head gently to the side. She narrowed her eyes at him, earning a low grunt. Holding his gaze, Eva stared hard while she waited for more.

Naked, he leaned over and started the shower, “Its superficial.”

Eva hummed in a disbelieving tone, but didn’t comment further. She watched him climb into the shower and tilt his head back so that the spray of water washed down his face and neck. In profile and obscured by the glass of the shower door, she could almost fool herself into thinking this was just another night. Just another moment of casual intimacy between them.

The bottom of the tub went pink.

Blowing out a breath, Eva gathered up his clothes and held them at arm’s length so that she could throw them in the trash. She couldn’t say that she was sad to see that jacket go, but wished she had just tossed it while he wasn’t looking and not because of the blood spatter.

Eva dusted off her hands and went back to the bathroom. She hopped up onto the bathroom counter to wait for Horacio to finish showering. He was focused on scrubbing his fingernails against his palm. Eva got comfortable, willing to let him take all the time he needed.

She wanted a story and she was going to get it.

He was surprisingly quick about it, cutting off the water in just a few minutes. From the steam, he emerged and wrapped a towel around his waist. She allowed herself to admire the view while he ran a towel over his hair and face. Under different circumstances, she might be inclined to coax him over to her, to tug the towel from his hands and pull him into the space between her legs.

“What happened?” Eva asked lowly while she resisted a dreamy sigh.

Horacio sighed and set the towel down on the counter, “Its not very complicated.”

“Then, it should be easy to tell me.”

A tiny smirk appeared and disappeared in the space of a heartbeat, “Four men in the car. Javier climbed to the rafters to pick off a few as they got out. From there, it was easy to defend our position.”

Eva nodded, “How did you get home?”

He shrugged, “We took their car. Windshield was broken, but it ran.”

She almost laughed at the thought of Horacio and Javier stealing the car of their would-be assassins, “Is that...it?”

Horacio leaned a hip on the counter and crossed his arms, “We kept one alive for a while. It was mostly his blood…” he gestured towards the shower.

Eva swallowed down the image of Horacio killing another man, “Did he tell you who sent them?”

A hum of confirmation.

“And?”

His mouth spread into an unkind smile, “It wasn’t Mateo.”

She drew back, “Who?”

The smile widened a fraction, “Josh.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“No,” he replied with a chuckle, “We got his attention.”

Eva didn’t want to hope too much that they were finally getting where they needed to go with Josh. But, her chest fluttered with anticipation, “You think he’ll come for us soon?”

“I do.”

She glanced to the side in thought, “We should lay a trap.”

There was amusement in his voice when he replied, “I assume you have an idea.”

Eva met his gaze, “Why would you think that?”

Horacio rolled his eyes and reached out to put a hand on her thigh, “Eva, you’ve been plotting the entire time we’ve been in Mexico. Now, out with it.”

Abashed at having been caught, she leaned into him a bit and said, “I’m disappointed that he sent four men to kill you.”

A blink, “You think he should have sent more?”

“I think he should have come for you, himself,” Eva replied.

Horacio’s brows rose, “You said he was a coward.”

“He is. I just thought he’d get pissed off enough to overcome it.”

The hand on her thigh squeezed gently, “You can’t be right all the time, Eva.”

Huffing, Eva slid from the counter and walked around Horacio to the bedroom, “Maybe we have to up the ante a bit.”

Horacio followed her, “How?”

Eva thought about it while she pulled off the dusty clothes she’d been wearing all day, “I don’t know.”

A sense of defeat sat ill in her belly. Eva thought she knew Josh so well, so deeply that her plan would work. Maybe he’d changed since she left Louisiana. She certainly had.

Horacio sidled up behind her and pulled her into his chest. Eva let her weight fall into him, resting her hands on the forearms that circled her waist. His skin was warm against hers. His chin dropped to her shoulder, “You were right about one thing.”

She turned her head, laying her cheek against his, “What’s that?”

“I have something he thinks is his,” Horacio rumbled. His hand pressed against her stomach, “But, I don’t think he knows how much I have her.”

A smile flitted across Eva’s mouth.

He kissed her shoulder, her neck, lips hovering over the gland beneath her ear, “I think we should show him.”

#Shadow and Veil #Narcos #Horacio carrillo #carrillo #maurice compte #au #a/b/o dynamics

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0asisbliss · 3 months

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May I please request yandere Machi, Pakunoda, and Shizuku (separate) finding out that they're pregnant with their darling's child?

How they react to finding out they’re pregnant with their darlings child

A/n: I literally love these three.😩🤎

Characters included: Machi, Pakunoda, and Shizuku.

Warnings: Hints of Stockholm syndrome, slight nsfw mention on Shizuku’s. Reader’s gender is optional.

Machi:

She’s been feeling a bit weird lately. She’s been throwing up, and her appetite has grown. She thinks nothing of it until she misses her period for the second time. Then she starts to worry. She thinks for a moment then all of it makes since. She’s pregnant? She denies it at first, but then the symptoms start to progress even more. After denying it for so long she decides to steal buy a pregnancy test.

She sits on the toilet pondering on what if she is pregnant? How would she tell them? She starts to feel this strong emotion of regret. She can’t have a kid. She won’t have anything time for a baby. She barely has time for her darling. The guilt just of that swallows her whole. Nonetheless she gets up, and opens the test. Then she inserts the tip of the test instrument into her urine. She sets the test down beside the sink, and looks into the mirror staring at herself.

I mean what the hell was she thinking? You two were just having fun. The result pops up on the test. Her heart drops once she see the two lines. She almost falls. Until you come in and catch her, and help her regain her balance.

“W-What’s wrong?” You asked her kinda worried because this isn’t the way Machi usually acts.

How was she going to tell youwas all that ran through her mind. She quickly hid the test behind her, and said nothing.

“Nothing. What’s wrong with you?”

“Oh nothing I was just-. Never mind.”

Even if she didn’t tell you then and there you’re going to find out eventually.

Pakunoda:

Life with Pakunoda isn’t even as bad as you might think. She gives you anything you want, and in return you give her your upmost admiration, and love. Sometimes she’s unaware that she can be smothering. She wants your relationship to be as normal as possible. Even though she’s kidnapped you and made you love her. Turns out all of that smothering, and unconditional love worked! You actually don’t flinch or run away from her anymore.

So when she starts feeling lightheaded, and her breast are unusually sore she just thinks her period is coming. Then she misses it. Oh how excited she was she told you about her symptoms before even taking a test. Of course you assured her it’s probably her period being late. She’s understands, but stands on her being pregnant. She quickly finds a most accurate test, and begins the process. She makes sure to look at the directions before inserting the testing device inside the toilet. While she waits she think of how much of a happy family you three could be if she’s pregnant.

Yes, it might be a parentbecause of her job, but it’ll all work out very well because you’re here! Once the test results appear she stares at the two lines before hurrying to show you the results. You stare blankly at the two lines in utter shock, and dismay. You look so happy! Pakunoda embraces you in a tight hug, and plasterers your face full of kisses.

At least she’s happy?

Shizuku:

It’s a struggle being Shizuku’s darling. Constantly reminding her to do things, provide you with things, and just basic needs that you can’t live without. For example food, water, etc. Sometimes she might forget to pay bills and things get shut off like water..

At least she the most nice, and sane one on this list. Between Pakunoda being delusional, and Machi’s mixed feelings. She’s the most predictable one. You can almost know what Shizuku’s thinking because of her facial expressions. What she wants, needs, and is about to ask for, so it didn’t shock you much when she asked to have sex with you for the first time.

To be honest Shizuku wasn’t the one who found out her symptoms related to pregnancy first.. you did. You noticed her throwing up, her “stomach crampings”, and missed periods. Even when she didn’t forget about it she just made up an excuse saying sometimes “Maybe it’s because I didn’t eat today?”.

When you urged her to take a pregnancy test she said she was going to get one. She forgot. After the fifth time of asking her to get one she finally did. You stood in the bathroom while she took it, to observe her doing it. Just to make sure she was doing right. After doing the steps your two waited for the results to pop up. Oddly Shizuku wrapped her arms around your waist the whole time. Maybe it’s her showing that she needs some comfort? You return the favor by giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. In result to this she brings you closer to her.

The results the show up on the test, and you can see the Shizuku’s face lights up. She jumps onto you almost knocking you down in the process. She looked kinda of cute like this. Blabbering about how cute the baby will look if it looks anything like you.

You were just wondering how you were going to take care of both her, and them.

#hxh x reader #machi x reader #pakunoda x reader #shizuku x reader #💓#lovely anons5️⃣⭐️

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howdoesagrapewrites · 9 months

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Opinions on HBO Harley Quinn's show (spoilers ahead)

Disappointing. The decision to make Harley a hero, and not only that, but part of the batfamily, was already a bold one, it was already hard to execute right. So I won't blame Sarah Peters for (until now) failing to do that smoothly. I think there's three specific points that made me dislike this season

1. The lack of a dynamic and constant supporting cast: in the previous seasons, there were many cool subplots and characters that made the show entertaining and kept it from getting stale, one of my favorites was Joker's whole (you could call it redemption arc?) Of becoming a father and the major of Gotham, and Bruce's zombie parent thing. It was funny, unexpected and whacky, and that's kind of the whole spirit of the series, that it never took itself seriously, and created weird scenarios that you would never predict, it kept the character's personality enough to be an accurate caricature. So far we only got Alfred on Arkham (this was honestly gold, and we should've gotten so much content about this, but it has been mentioned once since chapter 3) and that sketchy Bruce Wayne DJ gig. I also think they've should given us a Talia-Damian episode, because Talia wanting to bond with her son and being so clueless is hilarious.

2. "We gotta prove we're adults now": what I dislike the most about adult animation is the need to constantly include sex and violence as if to reassure us that we're watching an adult show and we didn't accidentally turned on cocomelon. The show was violent and explicit since the beginning, but it was in a "we mock the canon typical violence by making it be gross and out of pocket" way and the sex jokes were funny like Fleabag's sex jokes are funny, because the main character is hypersexual and cannot keep things PG for the life of her, and it makes people around her feel unamused and done with her antics. But in this season it feels forced, and what I will say next is related to it

3. NIGHTWING, Nightwing as a whole in this season is horrible. The butt jokes in the first episode were "okay, this is funny because Harley keep bringing up sexual stuff when she's supposed to be serious, and makes a fool of herself" even the first episode was a little weird, but it was tolerable, it should've ended there. Dick Grayson is so overly sexualized and seeing a show that's supposed to be woke and shit keep making the most icky jokes ever, pathetic. This also goes for the "You're basically a cop and I have to make sure no brown person gets killed" line. Uncalled for, and distasteful, see, the reason why a joke like that could be tastefully delivered, is if your social commentary were actual social commentary (something that this show has done before) and not a "look how political we are" one-liner that will never be looked into. If not, you're just being an asshole.

I'd say the only good thing in this season is Talia, if they hadn't whitewashed both her and Damian. So the most salvageable thing is Alfred, he stays strong.

#harley quinn #hbo harley quinn #harley quinn hbo #harley quinn season 4 #hbo Harley Quinn 4

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hiddenzebra · 2 years

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"I'm so tired again. I don't know what's wrong with me this week" I grumble on the phone.

"Lack of sex" he suggests

"Lack of good sex is more accurate" I reply.

"If we hadn't done this you wouldn't know any better"

"True. This is a problem you have created in my life" I laugh, then change my mind. "Actually, you're the answer to a problem I didn't know I had."

He's right though - I didn't know good sex from bad before he came into my life.

It hasn't always been like this with Husband, it would be unfair to him to suggest it had. It has become predictable and boring. There's no spontaneity to it at all, he'll usually mention it during the day or if our shift patterns are difficult that week he might mention it days in advance. It's never a very romantic proposition; he'll ask "fancy a bit tonight?" or words to that effect. Then once the children are asleep and he wants to get on with it, he sidles up next to me and puts an arm around me or grabs my ass or breast to signal that it's time. There's also an expectation that I'll have shaved, and I resent that because it takes time and effort that I don't always have. I mean, I try to keep myself neat and tidy but 2 children, full time job, house to run...... it's not exactly top of my list.

Tonight I am taking control. If he can't make me feel sexy, I'm going to do it myself. I'm wearing new lingerie and that always gives me a boost of confidence. It's ridiculous that I feel so self conscious with my own husband, the father of my children. I hate my stretch marks and section scars, and how he looks at them. I don't feel that with Lover at all, he makes me feel attractive from head to toe, stretch marks included. I know this is a two-way street though; I also need to put effort in to reignite the spark.

The children are asleep and I'm doing housework. Husband is in the garage, and I've partially unbuttoned my shirt to get his attention when he gets back.

"Your button has come undone" he says

"So it has." I make no attempt to rectify that.

He looks looks confused, so I move towards him and kiss him. I'm not getting much reaction so I move my hand downwards to make my intentions clear.

"Let me finish up down here and I'll meet you upstairs" he says.

So much for spontaneous and passionate.

It's only a a few minutes before he joins me. I'm sitting on the bed still fully clothed. I want to feel him tugging at my clothes in a fit of passion, but he stops at the foot of the bed and begins to undress. I kiss him hard and he puts his hands on my back. He makes no attempt to undress me, so I strip to my underwear.

He fondles my breasts then we have disappointing sex. In my head I am somewhere else. I imagine the passion I have with Lover; being moved around in his strong grasp, his powerful, muscular body entwined with mine, his huge cock throbbing in my hand. I've never felt passion like I have with him. It's almost like a primal instict.

I fake it so he'll finish, making noises to move things along, but fearing one day I will use the wrong name.

#midlife crisis #affair #secret lover #the one that got away #long distance relationship #fuck buddy #married life

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vivmaek · 2 years

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URANUS IN THE 8th HOUSE; Observations

This placement comes with a lot of unusual energy. Disaster strikes unexpectedly for these individuals, leaving them on edge. However, these unexpected events are not a daily occurrence. The energy of this placement is not activated unless the native is undergoing some sort of crisis or is put under immense pressure. These strange occurrences also only affect the natives private life, making it hard for others to understand what's happening. The beauty of this placement is that trauma has a way of evoking a stroke of genius within these individuals. Those with this placement get bored easily, and rely on erratic behaviors to spice up life. They take unnecessary risks that cause more harm than good. They also have many strange interests that they keep secret. Other people can pick up on their unusual energy, leaving them with little to few friends. They also won’t pursue a romantic relationship unless they have formed a deep friendship first. These types have many unusual desires and are pretty unconventional in bed. They like trying out new locations, and they will start to get annoyed if it's just the same thing night after night. People with this aspect have an inventive attitude towards sex, and would like for this to be matched. Sometimes their approach towards sex leans on scientific, they can be matter of fact and arent afraid to go through a trial and error process. They are emotionally detached, they don’t express affection through passion or sensuality. I’ve noticed that people with this placement are the most likely to be in open relationships, or they prefer polyamory over monogamy. I’ve also noticed that this placement indicates long distance relationships, or forming deep connections through the internet. It is important for these individuals to remain financially independent. They have an unusual approach to money and often face sudden losses and gains. Joint finances could put them in a tricky situation. Throughout their lives, sudden realizations will hit these natives, leading them into a transformative process. They have a deep insight into the future and have a general feel for what's about to come next. I’ve noticed that people with this aspect tend to die in sudden and unexpected ways. I do think it's nearly impossible to be able to accurately predict death through one's natal chart, but common themes still persist.

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bracketsoffear · 6 months

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Drosselmeyer (Princess Tutu) "Another name for The Web is "The Story Spinner", and Drosselmeyer is just that. A former author who was murdered by those who feared his reality-warping abilities through his writing, yet managed to continue his final story, The Prince and the Raven, from beyond the grave. How did he manage to do that? By writing the last of his story in his own blood and taking control of an entire town once his two main characters decided they had enough, escaping the story by going into the town he ended up controlling. He turned the town into his new setting and turned a duck into a human - the titular Princess Tutu (who was really a supporting character in his story) in an attempt to keep the story on track. In the first season, he has a puppet attendant named Edel who assists Ahiru/Princess Tutu and act as a narrator in his stead. Drosselmeyer is quite genre savvy and hates it when his "central characters" stray too far from their assigned role… or rebel against the narrative. Then again, these characters are real, three-dimensional people, but he does not care. As long as he's entertained and they give him a good story, he's all set."

#web poll #the web #the magnus archives #poll #redemption bracket #princess tutu #be more chill

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wahbegan · 1 year

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Angela Orosco and the Prophet Cassandra

So, this is something i’ve yet to see any youtube scholar cover. Oh this post is mostly about violent rape and incest by the way so y’know

So Cassandra, in case you’ve ever heard someone reference her like they assumed you knew what they were talking about and you had to awkwardly laugh along, was a Greek priestess of Apollo who was given by him the power to see the future, but the curse that no one would believe her. Reasons for this vary, as they often do in Greek myths, but the main one is that she promised Apollo love but went back on her word.

She was also, less known to pop culture but bafflingly much more well-covered in art and sculpture, because i guess depictions of rape have gotten men off as long as they’ve existed, brutally raped by the Greek uh “hero” Ajax in Athena’s temple, while she holds on to a statue of Athena and begs for her protection.

She is then, even less known than the Ajax bit, taken as a sex slave by King Agamemnon, one of the biggest pieces of shit in Greek myth which is really saying something and impregnated by him, giving birth to twins before he returns home and his wife (who had taken a lover by that point he’d been gone a long time politics blah blah blah) promptly killed him. And Cassandra. She killed both of them, in spite of the fact that she was his victim.

So here we have a Trojan Priestess who nobody ever believed because she refused a God, was violently raped, was made a sex slave by let’s face it ages are sketchy but uh a man old enough to be her father, and then was murdered by her rapist and enslaver’s wife.

In Silent Hill 2, Angela is a character who has been raped repeatedly and her whole life by at least her father, and if we’re considering other bits canon, her brother as well. This is something her mother, even though she’s clearly the victim, inexplicably blames HER for. Her backstory along with how defensive she gets when she thinks James doesn’t believe her about something implies to me that this is something that she’s tried to speak about before, but has never been believed.

And more importantly, there are at least two very notable times in the game where she just out and spoils the fucking ending of the game she’s in.

First, she accuses James of wanting his wife out of the way and heavily implies that he killed her himself. This is treated like the rambling of an incredibly traumatized young woman lashing out as James because he’s a man but is, of course, true.

Next is her final scene, wherein she accepts her past and her murder of her father (and brother?). She asks James to give her back the knife she left him earlier, to which he refuses because y’know giving suicidal people sharp implements is often considered a faux pas, even in circumstances such as this. She looks darkly amused by this and asks him: “Why? Saving it for yourself?”

This is treated as the broken and despondent final words of a woman who has decided she can only find peace in death but is, of course, true.

Well, okay, it’s only true for one of the possible endings but it’s often considered the canon ending and shut the fuck up i’m trying to make a point.

The point being i have made jokes aplenty on this blog before about how Angela’s lines can act like an Always Sunny title card set-up, but when i first learned of the Prophet Cassandra’s history of sexual victimization and being murdered by a woman who blamed her for it, something seemed to click inside me.

I feel like the choice to have Angela accurately predict the end of the game before it happens was a conscious and deliberate choice on their part it’s Cassandra i think Team Silent was doing Cassandra all right i’m not in the mood to be eloquent i’m in a hurry someone tag the uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gaming muse or someone else who does SH analysis on youtube for a living idk

#Angelra Orosco #Silent Hill 2 #i guess i won't TAG Cassandra cause ffffuck it idk how much the Greek myth and Silent Hill fandoms overlap

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wildernessuntothemselves · 2 years

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Last chapter I was all like omg ruthless lord taehyun might not be that sexy I'm scared af but nowww I see things coming to light 🤔🤔🤔 Now we know his motives and I feel like I understand him more... he won me back I'm soft hearted like that 😭 I loved every scene he had with reader, I think he would be so good to her if they do get to be together ❤️ I'm rooting for them

I see that reader might be in such a troubled and worried state of mind she had that nightmare and that line "I told you I'd come for you. I'll always find you" girl I'd be scared to death !! Also they say that dreams are messages/desires of the subconscious and that would make sense because she got so compliant to him even if she was very needy after being thwarted by lord taehyun but i was like no girl stop and think about the situation for a second ✋️ or could it be that she would really let the same happen in real life..? And honestly that forced impregnation thing felt like something beomgyu would do...

Now, that last scene was something to think about.....I don't think jaeyun is working for beomgyu and is gonna kidnap her, I think it's something else (I don't know what tho..) but it's cause we've been told we were getting some spicy scenes with Lord taehyun in chapter 7 so I think reader will stay in the castle 👀 but also I knew this chapter we were going to get a scene with gyu and I was like howw is that possible 😪 alright now I know, things can get really unexpected so who knows

I didn't even realize that it was supposed to be months of reader being in taehyun's castle, maybe cause I thought beomgyu would get desperate enough to try something a bit crazy within a few days to get to her. But now it makes me think if maybe he's had some time to plan something great (greatly horrifying) and is acting discreetly. But idk actually at this point of the story it's hard for me to predict something and I also have no idea of how things will end, I think it would be a surprise for me either way. I'm sooo invested in this fic! Absolutely fantastic 👏 You must have a billion dollar worth of a mind to be able to write something so good like that ❤️❤️

also it doesn't hurt that he had his sweet moments. it's always heart fluttering to see the tsundere character be soft for you 🥺

gyu is always on her mind and she feels guilty for considering the marriage proposal even if she knows she should accept it but she can't just abandon the love of her life that easily. a marriage would just be setting in stone that she really won't go back to him and that's hard on her. plus yeah she is pretty horny AND he keeps sending her threatening messages so it's a wonderful cocktail that lead her there

yeah like i could have something up my sleeve where she gets kidnapped AND gets to have sex with tyun too so you never know after that dream sequence. but you guys are overlooking one important detail. y'all have guessed some things so accurately it's freaky (one that i never even hinted at and i'm usually so obvious with my hints lmao) so i'm surprised. i guess now you're gonna figure it out lol

yeah i kept going back on forth about the duration of her stay in the castle and originally her and tyun were supposed to get married while on the run and have sex there there where gyu finds them 😵 but i decided to give oc some time so she can get to know tyun and make a well informed decision and also give tyun time to see if she is who he thinks she is so yeah.

gyu definitely tried to do a lot to get her back from the beginning you just didn't hear about it because it was all thwarted by the king and this story is from oc's POV and he definitely has something cooking up his sleeve and that's why it's taking so long

#thank you babe ❤️#mort talks #yamqn

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