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Sexservations: Astro Edition

𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔! 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚'𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚! 😉 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚 𝑾𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕/𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚!

Dick (17458)/Klet (2199) - Vertex: 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝑲𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌/𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 😏

Klet (2199) conjunct asc/1h: 𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑲𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒄. 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚.... 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 😺 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑺𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝟏𝒉, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏-𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑵𝒐𝒘, 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 😺 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚.

Klet conjunct Moon: 𝒐𝒎𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆! 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 😫, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕. 𝑵𝒐𝒘, 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒍𝒐𝒍. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒕, 😆. 𝑨𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅. 😌 𝑵𝒐𝒘, 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝑲𝒍𝒆𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓. 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉.

Klet (2199) - Dick (17458): (𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚) 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝑲𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 🍆 😺 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 😏

Klet (2199) - Mercury: 𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒊, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕, 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚... 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 😺 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑳𝒐𝒍, 𝑯𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕. 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍. 𝑵𝒐𝒘, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔.

Venus conjunct Moon: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍! 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆.

Venus conjunct Lilith: 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 & 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒏-𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒐, 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐��𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅 😕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 (𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒌𝒆𝒚) 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏.

Venus quintile Pluto: 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔, 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆.... 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑷𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕, 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒓, 𝒊𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐!

Jas (5250) conjunct MC: 𝑱𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 "𝑯𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔" 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒐. 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑱𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒄/𝟏𝟎𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑱𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝑪 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝑪 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒓.

Klet (2199) - Ceres (1): 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 & 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔, 😺 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆. 𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 😺 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏.

Womans Klet (2199) - Man's POF: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝑶𝑭 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒑𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 😺 𝒍𝒐𝒍. 😆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 & 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒊 𝒂𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕 & 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚. 𝑴𝒂𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆.

Dick (17458) - Jas (5250): 𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒋𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚. 𝑱𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒚 & 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑰𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌.

134210 (2005 PQ21) overlay 7h/ conjunct DSC: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒐, 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕, 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟕𝒉 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒐, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝟕𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑.

134210 (2005 PQ21) overlay 1h/ conjunct ASC: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒄/𝟏𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 & 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍.

999004 (2000 CO104) - Mars: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒄𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒄𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚/orgasms. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔, "𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒐" 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅. 𝑺𝒐, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒙��𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝒆𝒄𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐. 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈.

Mera (3553) - Vertex: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕. 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒗𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒂 𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒅. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒁𝒆𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕, 𝑾𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑺𝒐, 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒙, 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒙 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚/𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒙 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

Messalina (545)- Vertex: 𝑴𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒍. 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒙 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒙 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

Klet (2199) - Sun: 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚 ��𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 😺 🤩. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 / 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 😺, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅.

Gaussia (1001) 1h overlay/conjunct ASC: 𝑮𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒎, 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝟏𝒉 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒚 & 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈.

kama (1387) - Alinda (887): 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕. 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 & 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆-𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏. 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒐𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

Alinda (887) 1h overlay/conjunct ASC: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 & 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒄 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 & 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

Womans Klet (2199) - Man's Cumming (14348)~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒖𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 😺 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒖𝒎.

Lust (4386) 1h overlay/conjunct ASC~ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚, 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝒉 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏.

Nessus (7066) 1h overlay/ conjunct Asc~ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑵𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 🤭. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆..... 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏.

Priapus (h22) 1h overlay/ conjunct ASC~ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆,𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒔. 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒑𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒑𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒎𝒎.... 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅/ 𝒘𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒑𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒍.

Kiss (8267) 1h overlay/ conjunct ASC~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

copy & paste: 2199,17458,1,5250,134210,999004,3553,545,1001,1387,887,14348,4386,7066h22,8267

Mars overlays in synastry show what body part on that person you may find the most attractive sexually.

For example:

Mars 1h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆.

Mars 3h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟑𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟑𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ✋𝒋𝒐𝒃𝒔.

Mars 6h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟔𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑶𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕/𝑨𝒏𝒖𝒔. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚.

Mars 8h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟖𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝟕𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝟖𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒏.

Mars 9h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟗𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔/𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 🍆 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟗𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑱𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓.

Mars 10h overlay: 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝟎𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 & 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 & 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝟎𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔.

Mars 11h overlay: 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝟏𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒔 & 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆.

Mars 12h overlay: 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝟐𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒍 😆

Mars 4h overlay: 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟒𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒃, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂/𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒃𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕.

Mars 2h overlay: 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟐𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚, 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒃𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕, 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌, 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆.

Mars 7h overlay: Mars person finds the 7h persons butt to be sexually attractive, as well as their beauty since this house is ruled by Venus.

Mars 5h overlay: Mars person finds the 5h persons back and hair to be sexually attractive. Overall, the 5h person can be very charming & sexy to the Mars person.

Mars 7h overlay

Venus overlays in synastry show where that person finds you the most beautiful and where they want to bring you pleasure.

Venus overlay 1h: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒅/𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆.

Venus overlay 2h: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟐𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔' 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒍 𝒏𝒐, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚. 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟐𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟐𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 & 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌.

Venus 5h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟓𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍.

Venus 4h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟒𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒃 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆.

Venus 3h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟑𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍.

Venus 6h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟔𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒔 😆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍.

Venus 7h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟕𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍.

Venus 8h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟖𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍.

Venus 9h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟗𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍.

Venus 10h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝟎𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆/𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍.

Venus 11h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝟏𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔, 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍.

Venus 12h overlay: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟏𝟐𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝐴 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔

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sailing-through-hawkins · 8 months

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hello friend here is a potential lil thing for you: kas!eddie who’s a Good Boy for steve but is still growly at the others (think ‘it don’t bite’ ‘bitch yeS IT DOES’) (it’s a wip, steve is trying his best)

this ended up a lot...sweeter than i intended? and i'm not too sure about the ending but i had to stop it there or i'd end up trying to write a full fic (≧∀≦)ゞ hope you enjoy, friend!!

“And he’s here because?”

Steve pats Eddie’s head when he hands the paprika over, smiling at his goofy (and fanged) little grin. He starts to sprinkle the spices over the pan, not even looking over his shoulder to reply, “He likes to help me cook.”

There’s a long moment of silence so Steve switches off the heat and turns around, thanking Eddie when he gives him a dishcloth to wipe his hands with. When he looks back to the group seated at the island, he has to blink to register all their faces of disbelief.

“You took our Dungeon Master,” Mike starts patiently, which Steve will give him credit for. “Who has been accused of several crimes and then got turned into a terrifying, awesome bat-man with, like, wings and teeth and shit -”

Steve could have sworn Mike used to be better at description whenever they play their sessions.

“And you’ve turned him into your sous-chef?”

Blinking, Steve looks to Eddie, who gives him a preening smile and takes the dishcloth away, and looks back to Mike, whose face is getting paler every second. “Uh,” he shrugs. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Steve, I swear by all that is -”

Mike’s tirade is cut off by a growl and Steve lets out a sigh. “Hey,” he admonishes, nudging the rumbling bat-man with his elbow. “We talked about this, no growling at the kids.”

Eddie huffs and ducks his head down to bap his forehead against Steve’s shoulder. He moves his head from side to side so he’s basically rubbing his forehead into Steve and wisps of Eddie's hair brush against his neck, making Steve bite back a laugh.

Clearly, Eddie caught that and rubbed even harder into Steve’s shoulder until he broke into laughter, black eyes glancing up at him with a mischievous smile.

“You were right.”

Steve looks over to see Dustin staring at Mike’s fuming red face, deadpan. Eddie pauses.

“He’s tamed him.”

“What?” Steve sputters, choking out a laugh when Eddie moves in closer to nuzzle at his neck, hair now tickling at his nose. “Who tamed who?”

Mike sneers. “It’s whom, dumbass -”

And just like that, Steve is being held tightly against Eddie, who hisses at Mike. Thankfully, he's used to it by now and just rolls his eyes.

“Whatever.”

“Eds,” Steve pats the hand on his chest that presses him into Eddie. "It's okay, he's just having a Michael Moment."

"What the fuck did you just -"

Of course, the little shit can't keep his mouth shut and that just aggravates Eddie even further and well, time for damage control.

"No," Steve says firmly to Eddie, who blinks and stares at him. He then turns to the kids and points a finger at them. "What did we say about name-calling?"

"Bite me -"

"Dude," Lucas, golden child that he is, shakes his head and shoves at Mike's head. "Just shut up and eat your muffin."

"Thank you, Lucas," Steve grins and Eddie huffs, still holding Steve tightly against him. With a fond sigh, Steve wiggles around and manages to face Eddie, smiling at his fanged pout. "Thank you for trying to protect me, Eds."

It's something he started doing after a few days hiding out at Steve's place. At first, he was wary and would hiss whenever Steve got too close, only letting Dustin in his space, only really caring about Dustin at all. And it wasn't...unpleasant, Steve would rather he care about the kid more than anyone else than not at all. It did make cleaning him up difficult but having Dustin sit with him and ramble about whatever the hell he could seemed to help.

Then Dustin had to leave and it was just them.

And then Steve, eventually, figured out it was like trying to befriend a scared cat. Obviously, Eddie was terrified and just needed some time, space and a little bribery to adjust to the new...everything that he was.

So with some of that time and space, Steve got a chance to make his way into Eddie's exceptions and barely gets hissed at anymore, unless it's playful. Sometimes Steve hisses back, and the first time caught Eddie so off-guard that he held Steve down while sniffing around, like he was looking for whatever made the sound.

It made Steve laugh but just confused Eddie, so he did his best to imitate Eddie's chirp, the one he does whenever Dustin asks a question, and Eddie was so flabbergasted that he started chirping back without a thought. He looked half-insulted at the fact and that just set Steve off again.

Once Eddie figured out it was Steve making the noises, he got so excited that he'd always chirp at him, jumping into Steve's space and doing goofy things to make him laugh. It'd always work, duh, cause Eddie's a funny guy, even when he's half-Upside-Down-monster.

He also ended up liking Steve so much that he gets pretty overprotective, which - it's sweet, it makes Steve feel wiggly, but they're still working on who exactly Steve (and Dustin) need protecting from.

That one time when Eddie growled at Nancy for elbowing Steve would be hilarious if it wasn't so terrifying.

...It was pretty funny though.

"This is terrible." Mike says, and Will lets out a sigh. Mike gapes at him and throws his hands in Steve's general direction. "You can see how this is terrible, right?!"

"Brat," Eddie croaks under his breath, right next to Steve's ear and he doesn't even bother holding back, breaking into a bout of laughter that has him clenching at his stomach for relief. He can feel Eddie's excitement buzzing under his skin, right where his cheek rests against Steve's. "Snooty brat."

"Is he saying something?" Dustin asks excitedly and Steve has to wave him off half-heartedly, still reeling from the pain of laughing too hard. Dustin then sounds deadpan again as he says, "Oh, he's talking shit about us, isn't he?"

"Ressspect your elderrrrrs," Eddie hisses into the air with a grin and god damn, the look of pure devastation on Dustin's face -

"The first words he speaks to us since turning Demo-Eddie and it's about being respectful." Dustin hides his face in his hands. "What has the world become?"

"He gets his dramatics from you," Steve says to Eddie, who looks back at him smugly and nudges his nose into Steve's face. "Ow, hey, watch it -"

"Getsss hisss courrage f'om you," Eddie presses his lips to Steve's cheek and -

Huh.

Well.

That's new.

Wait -

"Oh my god," Steve stares at Eddie, who preens under the attention. "I have a monster boyfriend."

The kitchen breaks out into chaos and all Steve can think about is how pretty Eddie's eyes are when he's smiling.

#sailor✧replies #sailor✧writes #steddie #au content: kas!eddie #writing #ficlet #a-little-unsteddie #used the bat divider because i don't have time to make a custom kas one yet #ah well #hope this was good!! got major block and honestly no time for anything nowadays but i really wanted to try writing anyways #and this was pretty fun

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maxcuntstappen · 3 months

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incorrectmdzsnews · 2 years

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Just using Yao as a divider ~~

Jin guangyao 🚫.

String guangyao ✅️

#mdzs #the untamed #a divider #content divider #incorrect mdzs news #string guangyao

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zazter-den · 9 months

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Sweet Tooth

Minors Do Not Interact

Common Scents Series: Cat Bath, Sweet Tooth.

Synopsis- Izuku likes the freedom of being a very private business owner when he has dual lives to run. After all it allows him to "hire" himself as a new worker to get close to Barista!Reader- Wait, why do you smell burnt?

Warnings- Yandere, Dubcon, Stalking, Drugging, Overstim, Size Diff, Mindbreak.

Tags-Aged up(obviously), Hybrid AU, Rabbit!Izuku, Dom!Izuku, Afab!reader, Sub!Reader. Kitchen sex, Scentmarking, Creampie, Excessive seed, Undercover boss, Oral!receiving.

Word Count- 8.1K, because apparently I missed the coziness of Autumn

Izuku sat in the manager's office, the soft glow of the moon filtered through the skylight, casting a gentle radiance upon his features. Short, curly forest green hair, slightly disheveled from his earlier preparations, framed his face in an endearing manner as he sat back in the cushy chair. His emerald green eyes, filled with anticipation, seemed to glimmer and reflect the moonlight, adding a glow to his gaze.

Sitting up, he carefully removed his silver rings with practiced ease, each etched with swirling thorned vines and placed them into a velvet-lined box before making his way to the safe hidden in the wooden paneling of the small room.

Next, Izuku's attention turned to his hunting knife, a weapon as beautiful as it is deadly. He gripped the handle, his hand steady and sure, and twirled it effortlessly in the air. The moonlight danced along the metal, illuminating the intricate green thorn designs that ran down the blade. With a measured flick of his wrist, Izuku sheathed the blade, and it disappeared into the hidden safe. The compartment closed with a soft click, concealed behind an intricately designed wooden panel once again. Sealing away his secrets until they are needed once more.

Leaving the manager's office behind, Izuku made his way through the empty cafe, his steps light and silent as he headed toward the kitchen to prepare for the day ahead. The 'Lunar Rabbit' cafe's pristine jade green walls, soft lighting, and delicate hanging glass terrariums created a serene atmosphere, inviting its inhabitants to relax and escape the chaos of the outside world. Izuku being no exception.

In the quiet solitude of the kitchen, the signature evergreen scent of the café mingled with the aroma of matcha and lime. Izuku's tall figure gracefully moved around the kitchen, his large rabbit ears twitching with every soft sound. Like second nature, he set up the kitchen before taking the bright green citrus butter out of the fridge.

When it came to rabbit hybrids, most people weren't used to seeing Flemish Giants. Clad in a light green t-shirt, tightly hugging his well-defined muscles, Izuku's towering physique was more reminiscent of a predator hybrid, his strength barely hidden beneath a veneer of dorky charm and wit.

With precise movements, Izuku began preparing the perfectly striped, two-toned croissants that the 'Lunar Rabbit' cafe is known for. He measured the ingredients meticulously, his attention to detail reflected in every step. There is a comfort and tranquility in the act of creating, a stress reliever that he cherished amidst his dual lives.

The rhythmic sound of his palm hitting the dough, gently flattening it, filled the dark kitchen. Izuku's movements are methodical and precise, almost hypnotizing, as he continued to work on the matcha-lime croissant dough. His thoughts drifted to his upcoming shift with you, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement wash over him.

Izuku was under your spell from your very first shift at one of his cafes. He had watched you on the security cameras for months, studying every little detail. Your moves, your smile, the way you interacted with customers. Izuku was drawn to you like a moth to flame, captivated by charm and spirit.

Izuku imagined you standing there, your lovely form illuminated by the soft café lights, under the delicate swaying terrarium spheres. He could already see himself making your favorite flavored latte, as he's seen you make it countless times on the security feed. How many times did he tweak that syrup to get it just to your liking? The thought of serving you a cup he made himself brought a smile to his face, his green eyes glowing with anticipation.

Lost in his fantasies, Izuku accidentally spilled some flour onto his t-shirt. Chuckling softly to himself, he brushed off the white powder and ran his fingers between his ears and through his short curly forest green hair, basking in the thrill of the upcoming shift.

He focused his attention on the task at hand, skillfully wrapping the mix in plastic wrap and placing it in the fridge to rest until tomorrow. Drumming a brawny calloused hand against the fridge door, he grabbed a sheet of pre-chilled blueberry-lemon dough before closing the door with his heel.

At the kitchen island counter, Izuku's hands worked the dough skillfully, his fingers deftly shaping it into perfect croissants. The dough was soft and pliable, and Izuku liked the feel of the texture against his fingertips. It was smooth and velvety, the aroma of smashed berries and lemon rind wafted through the air as he worked. Izuku appreciated scents that complimented his own. Citrus, teas, your jasmine-like signature.

Shaping the pastry mix, his mind briefly wandered to thoughts of what it would be like to touch you, to feel your curves beneath his hands. Lost again in daydreams, Izuku envisioned the feel of your silky skin against his callouses and scars, his mind conjuring images of your usual flowery fragrance intertwining with his yuzu and evergreen scent. The thought of your lips, soft and inviting, added to his desires, and his thoughts wandered to the taste of you, the way your lips would feel against his own.

Izuku's mind is completely consumed by the thought, and he could feel the heat pooling rapidly within him. He desperately wanted to trace the contours of your body, his fingertips exploring every inch, as his desire continued to build. His breath grew heavy. With a raspy whimper escaping his lips, Izuku momentarily lost himself in his fantasies, feeling bead of pre-cum line the tip of his straining erection. The excitement building within him became overpowering, overwhelming his senses.

As his arousal grew, Izuku's scent turned musky, blending with his natural citrus evergreen aroma. Izuku's eager slit continued to weep the viscous fluid, the sticky patch of his boxers trapped against the thick head of his dick. As he continued his task, every so often the precum slick fabric would slide forcefully against his tip, eliciting another deep groan from his lips. His need for you at this point was overwhelming, almost unbearable, and his foot tapped on the floor in rabbit-like frustrated anticipation.

It was a struggle for Izuku to maintain focused on his work, his mind overloaded with longing and the intense desire to fulfill every single one of his fantasies with you. He took a moment to compose himself, releasing a pent-up growl of frustration under his breath. He couldn't afford to lose his shit on day one and scare you off, he wasn't some amateur.

Knowing he must regain control, Izuku attempted to once again throw himself into getting the shop ready for the morning rush. With a reluctant sigh, Izuku carefully took out the raspberry two-toned croissants that he had prepped the day before, placing them on the kitchen island counter to be baked for today's morning rush.

Izuku looked at the clock hanging on the wall, he just needed to be patient.

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When you first stirred from slumber, your first instinct was to dive back under the blankets in the pre-dawn darkness. Slowly peeling back the covers of your cozy bed, the moon cast a dim glow through the window, barely highlighting your room.

As you slid your feet out from under the quilts and sat up in the chilly room, your sleep blurred gaze fell on the neatly arranged uniform laid out on the dresser. The tan and jade green dress holds an air of cute professionalism and elegance, perfectly suited for your role at one of the 'Lunar Rabbit' cafes.

As you took off your pajamas, your gaze wanders downward, landing upon the growing bruises and scratches that marred your sore hips. You shook your head softly, a mix of emotions flooding rational thoughts. Last night with Katsuki, the tiger you shared your apartment with, had been...intense to say the least, at times his territorial nature could cross bounds. It seemed his bestial inclinations towards you often manifested in these marks and an aching pussy full of the feral feline's load. It had been necessary to join him in the bath, to wash away any traces of other scents but his own, before he was satisfied last night.

Tossing your head in frustrated resignation, you took a deep breath, attempting to push the memory of those bruises aside. You adjusted your uniform in the mirror, determination to face the day with your usual brand of professionalism. With each careful movement, you purposefully shed the weight of hectic apartment life, transforming into the dedicated and fun-loving barista that your colleagues and patrons know you to be.

The early morning air carried an invigorating crispness as you stepped out of your apartment, the pitch darkness of the night slowly yielding to a beautiful, dark purple sky. The stars twinkled above, casting a gentle luminescence upon the world below. The beauty of the early morning took your breath away.

Walking through the quiet streets, you took in the sights of the autumn morning. Vibrant hues of orange and red adorned the foliage, casting a mystical fall atmosphere all around. The gentle crunching of leaves under your feet became a soothing background melody, heightening your anticipation for the day to come. It's a picturesque scene that brings a smile to your face as you take in the beauty around you.

The short walk to the 'Lunar Rabbit' café is refreshing, the cool breeze gently caresses your skin, and you can't help but lift your face towards the sky, embracing the tranquility of the morning. The scent of dew-kissed grass and the earthy fragrance of autumn fills the air, creating a calming atmosphere.

Unlocking the door, you entered the cozy café intricately designed with a charming lunar forest theme. Most of the walls were adorned in a relaxing jade green color, with glistening glass sphere terrariums hanging gracefully from the ceiling. Creating a sense of tranquility whenever the light caught the floating gardens just right.

But it's the back wall mural that always draws the attention of customers—a breathtaking depiction of ethereal rabbits, crafted from swirling shadows, engaged in a graceful dance beneath a moonlit sky adorned with countless stars.

The careful brush strokes bring the scene to life, immersing you in a mysterious and whimsical world. The rabbits are beautifully painted, their whirling silhouettes seem to come alive under the gentle glow of dawn and fairy lights, creating an otherworldly ambiance. It's a mesmerizing sight in the early morning, one that never failed to captivate you in the dark hours.

You stepped into the dim kitchen, a sense of familiarity washing over. The soft glow of the moon outside cast a gentle illumination, highlighting the edges of the counter tops and appliances. You began gathering the necessary ingredients to create the delectable quiches that will soon grace the cafe's display case.

The movement is sudden. You only caught the shifting of shadows on the opposite side of the kitchen out of the corner of your eye. Your heart thumped rapidly against your chest as your attention was drawn to the mysterious figure standing upright near the ovens, rising to full height in a fluid motion. The towering silhouette seemed to materialize out of nowhere from the depths of the dark kitchen. For a split second, you could swear you saw his eyes glimmer in the shadows, as if they were momentarily aglow with a vivid emerald light.

The initial shock sends a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your previously fatigued body. Startled by the unexpected sight, your muscles tensed, ready to defend yourself if necessary. Eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of the hulking man's presence, you ran through your options.

Then Izuku shifted forward, the illumination from the skylight instantly brightening his features. The ethereal glow revealed his forest green ears nestled in curly hair, and vivid green eyes, capturing the essence of mischief and charm that so often accompanies his presence. A genial grin tugged at the corners of his lips, “Mornin'!” he chirped, closing the oven behind him, the raspberry croissants settled on the racks. His soft rabbit ears entirely too perky for this pre-dawn hour.

Recognition immediately dawned on you, and a mix of relief and frenzied amusement flooded your features. A little laugh escaped your lips, laced with a touch of underlying nervousness, as your eyes met Izuku's. "Midoriya! Damn, you scared me." you exclaimed, the words tumbling out with a hint of manic energy. Izuku's grin widened as you stammered, the sound of his name on your lips seemingly delighting him. Your laughter lingered in the air, relief palpable. All you could do is laugh off the initial fright, glad to see a familiar face in the dimly lit tranquility of the kitchen.

Wait.

Your brow furrowed as confusion washed over. The gears in your exhaustion-addled mind began to turn, piecing together the inconsistency of Izuku's presence in the closed cafe at such an early hour. As a new employee, Izuku shouldn't have the keys to the establishment. "How did you get in?" You blurted out, voice equal parts curiosity and suspicion. You looked at him, searching for an explanation.

Attempting to quell any rising doubts, Izuku quickly weaved a web of deception, words slipping off his silver tongue with practiced ease. His response was laced with an air of authority, as if the decision had been handed down by corporate in a moment of desperation. "Ms.Usagiyama gave me a key," he stated, his voice confident and unwavering. "They needed someone to fill in as an overnight baker, and it seems I was their best option."

When was the last time he had called her anything but Mirko?

Your surprise was blatantly displayed across your face as you registered the information. You didn't expect management, especially Rumi, to be handing out keys so freely and enlist new employees for overnight baking duties. Then again... given the rather unexpected departure of one of the bakers, you supposed the situation must be dire enough to warrant such desperate measures given the shop's popularity.

“...It'll be nice to have help in the mornings” With a shrug, you dismissed your initial doubts, content to accept Izuku's explanation. After all, you're just a team lead, not really the position to harp on the decisions made by upper management when you'll only get a headache for your trouble. As the manager of your location, Rumi can deal with that nonsense. The fact that you're just honestly grateful for the extra hands during the morning rush seems to override any lingering uncertainties.

You stretched your arms out wide, movements fluid and graceful, as a yawn escaped your lips. Fatigue lingered beneath the surface, evident in the slight droop of your eyelids and the darkened circles barely visible beneath your eyes. A testament to your restless night of sleep, body aching from the intensity of the “bath” you shared with Katsuki.

You offered Izuku a small, tired smile as you spoke, voice carrying a soft, lingering weariness. "I'm going to get the quiches ready in the other oven," you said with sleepy determination.

A moment later, as you set about your task, Izuku's acute senses detected a faint scent of burning sugar, tickling the edges of his nostrils. His eyes immediately darted towards the ovens, but upon closer inspection, he realized that the raspberry croissants had only just begun baking, their doughy forms barely touched by the heat. He dismissed the fleeting scent, assuring himself that it must have been a mere figment of his imagination.

Silently observing you moved past him, Izuku's gaze lingered on the circles under your eyes, a telltale sign of exhaustion and a restless sleep. Concern flickered in his emerald gaze, a twinge of protectiveness already tugging at his chest. He silently resolved to ensure that in time you understood that he was there for your well-being, even if you remained blissfully unaware of his true intentions.

Taking it upon himself to ease your tiredness, Izuku moved with a flurry of efficiency at the tea counter. His fingers gracefully danced across the array of tea leaves, their aroma filling the air, selecting his own special blend to help ease your weary spirit. His movements were precise and purposeful, a silent gesture of care for the woman who stood just a few feet away. You vaguely heard the clink of one of the kettles, as he prepared a cup colored with your favorite hue.

You carefully closed the door of the oven, the final quiche now tucked away to bake to golden perfection. You wiped your hands on your apron, turning around just as Izuku walked over, cradling a cup of tea in his large hands. Leaning against the kitchen island, your tired eyes blinked back the haze of exhaustion, momentarily jolted back to alertness as Izuku approached.

“This the seasonal energy tea blend?” Your gaze drifted down to the cup, its colorful pattern a perfect match to your favorite shade. You paused for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing your features, but quickly brushed off the coincidence. After all, how could the new guy know such a personal detail? Thanking Izuku with a sweet smile, you accepted the cup and immediately felt the relaxing warmth it radiated.

The steam rose in ethereal tendrils, almost imperceptible in the dim light that filtered through the skylight overhead. Your eyes followed the wisps up towards the still dark pink sunrise through the window, their graceful dance capturing your attention briefly before you brought the cup to your lips.

With each passing second, Izuku's senses were assailed by that same faint smell that evoked a sense of ...smoke? His brows furrowed ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing in confusion. It lingered in the air, a faint odor that didn't align with the barely warm food in the oven. Izuku couldn't have known it was due to Katsuki, your territorial roommate, his pheromones carrying a note of smoldering embers. The scent itself evoked a strong dislike within Izuku, as his attention to detail in the pastry-making artistry made even the slightest indication of burning a source of disdain. Izuku swept over the kitchen, muttering to himself, trying to locate the source of the offensive smell.

As your finished the last sip of the steaming tea, a wave of warmth washed over you, permeating your body from the inside out. The autumn morning chill retreated, replaced by a comforting sensation that wrapped around you like a cozy blanket. The embrace of the herbal infusion wove its soothing spell, making you feel pleasantly drowsy in the brisk kitchen.

"I'm thinking this new morning tea is a miss" you muttered as you glared half-heartedly at the leaf dregs of the delicious brew. The aching fatigue that had clung to you began to dissipate, replaced by a gentle drowsiness that weighed down your eyelids. A yawn escaped your lips, body responding to the tea's intended purpose. Izuku stepped close, closer than necessary, as he reached out to take the empty tea cup from your hand.

You held out the cup, your hand hovering in the air as Izuku moved closer. But it's in that moment, as Izuku inhaled the lingering scent, nose giving a small twitch, that his gaze narrowed with a sudden intensity. Your drowsy mind failed to register the glare of his emerald eyes, an indication of something more than casual curiosity.

"Why...do you smell like you fell in a damn bonfire?" Izuku's words carried a sharpness, a demand rather than mere inquiry. They sliced through the air, hanging there with a weight that is impossible to ignore. His voice had cut through the air with an uncharacteristic edge, void of the easygoing nature she had come to associate with the coworker facade he portrayed.

Your heart skipped a beat, embarrassment flooding your features as Izuku's question settled in. You were stunned for a moment, the truth of the situation hanging heavily on your heart. Of course, you realized, Izuku's hybrid senses would pick up the scent left behind by Katsuki last night. How could you forget?

Scratches, cum, and pheromones laid on you the night before when Katsuki sensed Izuku's touch from when he thanked you during training. His possessiveness in the bath had been clear, his words a promise of violence should Izuku dare to lay a hand on you again.

A knot formed in the pit of your stomach as embarrassment filled your voice, intertwining with a shard of defiance. "I...uh...had a bit of a disagreement with my room mate last night," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "But it's nothing to worry about, really."

Your admission threatened to tip the scales of the delicate equilibrium. Whether or not you were fully aware, the territorial boundaries have already been drawn between the territorial tiger and the love-mad hare. The situation a powder keg waiting to ignite, and Izuku the bastard he is, was going to make sure it blew up in the face of this “room mate” of yours.

Izuku's large hands swiftly found their place on your hips, his touch firm yet careful. In one fluid motion, he effortlessly lifted you clean off your feet and placed you onto the island counter. The contrast in your heights is stark, you find yourself still having to tilt your chin to look up in shock at Izuku. His long ears twitched with barely restrained irritation.

As Izuku's nose scrunched involuntarily, a mix of emotions surged within him. The scent of Katsuki, with its notes of cayenne, brown caramel, and smoldering embers, emanated from you like a provocative challenge even without a claim on your neck. To Izuku, it reeked like burnt sugar, an acrid aroma that didn't deserve a place within the confines of his shops.

His possessive instincts kicked into overdrive, an unwavering determination surging through his veins. He leaned down, his breath warm against the soft skin of your neck, his voice dropping to a low, firm tone. "You know," he began, his voice carrying a velvety cadence. "we can't have you smelling like that. It doesn't suit you, and it definitely doesn't suit this cafe."

“After all, who wants to eat in a smoky bakery?” Izuku finished as he knelt with calculated grace, his strong, muscular frame shifting closer to your exposed thighs. As he positioned himself between your parted legs, Izuku's eyes lock onto yours. In the short time you've known him, Izuku's eyes have never seemed this intense, brimming with an unwavering determination to claim you as his, to erase any trace of Katsuki's scent and replace it with his own. Your breath hitched softly, eyes widening at the audacity of Izuku's actions. Looking down at the fierce Flemish Giant between your thighs, you weren't sure you really wanted him to stop, consequences be damned.

Leaning back against the cold counter top, you let out a soft gasp as Izuku's lips met the inside of your knee. The contrast between the cool stone and the warmth of his mouth adds to the growing pleasure that courses through your body.

As Izuku's lips continued their path up your thigh, he deftly moved your cute underwear down your trembling legs. a shiver ran down your spine as the cold morning air kissed your exposed folds. The delicate material glided lower, clinging momentarily to your thighs before slipping over your uniform shoes.

Izuku's emerald eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he took a moment to appreciate the shade of green of the fabric. You're already wearing his color, he couldn't have planned it better himself. With a small grin against your soft skin, he quickly tucked your panties into his pocket, claiming another piece of you for himself while he distracted you with kisses and nips along your thigh.

Izuku's chuckle had a dark edge to it, tinged with an unmistakable sense of triumph as Katsuki's scent gradually began to dissipate. Your slick hole starting to carry the familiar fragrance of your usual jasmine, proof of Izuku's determined assertion of dominance over any traces of his new rival's presence.

With a deliberate and confident movement, Izuku pushed the bottom of your thighs up, hooking your ankles over his broad shoulders and positioning himself between your legs. His biceps barely flexed as his large tan hands gently scooted your hips closer to the edge of the counter, granting him better access to your tantalizingly wet pussy. The shadowy figures of your bodies blended together in the dark kitchen, the only source of light being the faint glow of the dark pink sunrise streaming through the skylight above. The faint rays of the sunrise dance across Izuku's face, highlighting his handsome features and the determination in his emerald green eyes.

Izuku's lips found their way to your tender slit, his tongue gently flicking and teasing your hooded pearl. The expert motions and the expert blend of pleasure and pressure elicited from his mouth heightened the sensations coursing through your body, intensifying your pleasure with each passing moment. Your taste was intoxicating to him, driving his desire further, as if he can't get enough.

Then again, he always did have a sweet tooth.

As his tongue hungrily slipped inside your aching cunt, suddenly the weight of Izuku's actions broke through the sleepy haze. Your mind flashed back to the conversation you had with Katsuki the night before, a warning that now echoed in your head. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, "My room mate is gonna be pissed.” You groaned into your hands. The memory of Katsuki's threat looms in the back of your mind, a promise of violence should Izuku dare to lay a hand on you again.

Izuku lifted his gaze, a mischievous grin spreading across slick lips, as he locked eyes with you. His rabbit ears moved, playfully expressing his amusement. "Oh? And what is your room mate gonna do?" he retorted, a playful challenge in his voice. Without a hint of hesitation, he dives back down, his lips and tongue resuming their intoxicating dance against your sensitive folds and clit . He seemed completely unfazed by the threat, his confidence unyielding, a trait born of his secret life.

Even though the haze of pleasure, you hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether you should reveal the full extent of Katsuki's threat. Reluctantly, you gave in, letting the words slip out before your pleasure-addled brain could catch up. "He said he was gonna 'put you in the ground'," you admitted, lust thick voice tinged with a hint of unease.

Izuku's grip on your hips tightened, his possessive desire flaring again within him. The threat of violence from Katsuki barely registers as a deterrent. With a sinister glimmer in his eyes, Izuku responded, his voice laced with barely-contained excitement. "Is that so?" he murmured darkly, relishing the challenge "Let him try, I don't see a claim on your pretty neck." Without wasting another moment, Izuku went back to work, his mouth and tongue working diligently to replace any remnant of Katsuki's presence.

Feeling a sudden surge of mixed emotions—fear, excitement, desire—your hands had a mind of their own as they reached down lightly grazing over the soft, velvety texture of Izuku's rabbit ears. They quivered beneath your touch, responding to your exploration with an almost eager sensitivity.

As your fingers tangled in his forest green locks, you felt the warmth of Izuku's growl vibrating against your sensitive pussy, an intimate sound that resonated deep within you. The way his growl reverberated against your heated core sent shivers down your spine, making your swollen clit ache with need.

Izuku's mouth continued its relentless assault on your dripping cunt, his agile tongue expertly explored every hidden crevice, every secret fold, as if he was committing your every contour to memory. Each breathless moan that escaped your lips fueled Izuku's frenzy further.

For a moment, the tension in the air feels electric, a heightened awareness of the forbidden nature of your encounter. Despite the threat hanging over Izuku's head, he had explosive pleasure coursing through your body, casting an intoxicating spell over both of you. It's a dangerous game you've walked into, driven by the irresistible magnetism that seems to resonate between you and the hybrids in your life. The world around you seemed to fade away, the though of any brewing storm quickly silenced by the chorus of your erratic breaths and the wet sounds of Izuku's devouring lips.

With each passing moment, Izuku's own arousal became more apparent, his throbbing erection pressing insistently against the fabric of his pants, boxers already growing slippery with precum. The sheer desire in his eyes lit up the dim space, reflecting the hunger growing inside, as his tongue continued its wicked exploration.

As the sensations kept building, Izuku's nibbles along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs grew insistent, his teeth grazing your tender folds with just the right amount of pressure to send waves of tingling pleasure coursing through your veins. Each nip sends surges of electricity shooting up your spine, heightening your already stimulated state.

With a final, gentle nip, Izuku's attention returned to your swollen clit, his talented mouth engulfing it entirely, his tongue milking the pleasure from your body with a hunger born of his obsessive adoration.

The cold surface of the kitchen counter beneath you contrasted sharply with the scorching heat that consumed your being. It further intensified the sensations, making your body arch uncontrollably, craving more of Izuku's skilled tongue and the delicious friction against your dripping slit. As Izuku continued his tantalizing assault, a whirlwind of pleasure tore through you. Every touch, every lick, is electrifying, driving you to the edge of sanity and euphoria.

Your body responded instinctively to Izuku's ministrations, muscles tightening, drawing you closer to the precipice of your first orgasm. The familiar coil of ecstasy grew within, winding tighter with each flick of his tongue and gentle suction against your throbbing clit.

And then it happened—your climax hit you with an intensity that knocked the air out of your lungs. It crashed over you like a tidal wave, shattering any composure you still had and leaving you breathless and trembling. Your body quaked, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, drowning out rational thought.

As the echoes of your orgasm still shook you, Izuku didn't let up. His mouth continued to work its magic, prolonging the throes of your pleasure, drawing out every last drop of intoxication from your trembling body. The sensations are almost too much to bear, your mind spiraling in a haze of ecstasy as he licked you dry.

“Do I still reek?” Voice trembling, as you questioned whether the lingering scent of burnt caramel still clung to the air. But Izuku, always perceptive, noted the shift in your aroma, the return of your usual sweet jasmine-like scent. A return that happened a little too quickly for his oral fixation, to be quite honest.

A devious gleam danced in Izuku's emerald eyes as he listened to your words. He leaned back slightly on his knees, his chest rising and falling with his own ragged breaths. "Oh. Sorry, you still smell burnt," he lied with ease, a feigned apologetic smile playing at the corners of his lips. In this moment, he reveled in the idea of indulging his sweet tooth on the object of his obsession- You.

What was another white lie in the grand scheme of things?

Before you could respond, overcome with desire, Izuku plunged back down between your trembling thighs. The sudden latch to your swollen bead caused you to buck against the cold counter, your fingers instinctively tightening around the curls at the base of Izuku's rabbit ears, holding on for dear life. A sharp twinge of over-sensitivity mingles with the persistent pleasure, adding another layer to the overwhelming sensations.

Nose pressed against your mound, Izuku's tongue delved deep, searching for every trace of their intoxicating cum. His mouth moved with a fevered rhythm, his ministrations calculated and purposeful. His tongue speared through your slick folds, flicking and teasing as if he planned to consume every intimate drop. He couldn't get enough of your taste.

Meanwhile, your body danced on the edge of ecstasy once again. The contrasting sensations of pleasure and sensitivity, sent electric currents shooting through every nerve. With each movement of Izuku's skilled tongue, your hips involuntarily bucked and writhed, seeking more of that delicious contact.

As you came a second time, a loud cry escaped your lips, reverberating through the dimly lit space. The intensity of the sensation threatened to overwhelm you, nerves tingling with each tantalizing touch of his skilled tongue.

Izuku's own desire burned hot within him, waiting to be unleashed. Amidst your writhing against his face, Izuku's hips involuntarily jerked forward, another surge of precum staining his boxers. The feeling of the slick fabric against the head of his dick only served to increase his hunger for you.

As your thighs instinctively attempted to clamp shut around Izuku's head in a desperate bid to shield your oversensitive clit, his arms flexed, exerting a near herculean strength to keep them in place. With your back arched and thighs trembling in his hands, you were entirely at Izuku's mercy. It was just easier to surrender to the Flemish Giant's powerful hold rather than fight his iron grip.

Izuku's movements remained unyielding, a relentless pace that threatened to push you past the limits of pleasure and into the realm of cumdrunk ecstasy. In all honesty however, Izuku's own need fueled his actions, his tongue dancing deftly, exploring every hidden crevice with fervor. Maybe he was the cumdrunk one at this point.

“T-too sensitive 'Zuku” your plea for him to let up fell on deaf ears as Izuku wickedly ignored your words, except for the cute way you whimpered his name. Izuku could listen to you stuttering his first name in pleasure for the rest of his life. He took pleasure in pushing you to your limits, eager to indulge in his own selfish desires without hesitation. He had waited so long for this moment, he was going to get his fill. Or at least enough to satiate him while he made his claim.

"You can handle cumming for me again," Izuku insisted, his voice filled with dark adoration as he denied you mercy, before plunging back between your folds. Fuck, he loved you clamping down on his tongue like this, he only hoped you could handle all of him.

Your body quivered in response, overwhelmed by the heightened sensitivity of the onslaught on your swollen clit. Izuku's unwavering focus and iron grip left no room for escape or mercy. His tongue pressed skillfully, teasing and taunting your most sensitive spots, delving in with fervor and purpose. The taste of you, the intoxicating flavor that mingled with your heavenly musk, is like a drug to him, an addiction that drove him deeper into his feral desires.

Your body squirmed uncontrollably, overcome by the unbearable pleasure Izuku exerted on you. Every gentle nip and forceful suck sends you writhing. In desperation, your hands find solace in reaching the base of Izuku's rabbit ears, gently tugging with an almost desperate plea. Too much..!

But far from slowing down Izuku, the sensations of your tender grip on his ears only served to fuel his primal instincts. It's as if the touch of your shaky hands ignited a feral fire within him, intensifying the frenzied pace of his ministrations. His own need reached a fever pitch, his tongue dancing with an even more voracious appetite, ravishing every inch of your cunt.

Your body reacted uncontrollably to the overwhelming sensations, saliva escaping your lips as you moaned and whimpered in a haze of pleasure. Your legs twitching and trembling, but Izuku's firm grip prevented you from dislodging him, keeping you at his mercy.

The sound of Izuku eating out your soaked cunt echoed within the otherwise empty café kitchen, the lewd noises amplified by the decorated tiles. Your grip on the base of Izuku's furry ears tightened, desperation evident as you sought an anchor to ground herself amidst the waves of pleasure forced on you.

Driven by his feral determination, Izuku continued to devour you with a relentless pace. His imposing length now popping up and over the band of his slick boxers, yearned for release. As your squirms and whimpers grew more unrestrained, your body teetered on the edge of a precipice, ready to crash to a blinding climax.

As Izuku forced a third orgasm from your bullied clit, your vision faded into a hazy whiteness, the sheer intensity of the pleasure causing your consciousness to spiral into a realm of overwhelming ecstasy. Your mind became consumed by a kaleidoscope of sensations, blurring the boundaries of pleasure and reality. Your entire being is overwhelmed by the whiteout, a surge of ecstasy that drowns out all other thoughts and sensations.

You remained lost in your own world of ecstasy, mind blissfully blank by the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through your veins. In the midst of the pleasure-induced haze, you barely registered Izuku standing to his full height pushing 7 feet, his uniform khakis and boxers shifted low on his chiseled hips. His imposing figure cast a shadow over your flushed form. He reveled in the sight of your face caught in the throes of your cumdrunk daze, body trembling and clearly craving further gratification.

Who was he to deny you?

With another shift of fabric, Izuku's thick cock sprung forth, liberated from its confines, hardened and throbbing. His erection stood tall despite it's weight, demanding attention, the embodiment of Izuku's primal nature. Flemish Giants are big in, well, every way. If your mind wasn't completely blank right now, you'd probably be worried about how the monstrous girth could fit in you. A concern Izuku clearly didn't have.

With an unquenchable desire driving him, Izuku moved between your quivering thighs, positioning himself to align with your sopping entrance still twitching from your last orgasm. The immense size of his swollen cock head presented a challenge for your tight and unprepared opening. Your poor pussy's struggle to accommodate Izuku's massive girth sent shockwaves through both of your bodies, setting the stage for the battle between resistance and persistence. Don't worry, he'll make sure he fits.

The first few frantic and desperate tries by Izuku only drew a frustrated growl from the large hybrid. Your body strained to accommodate the overwhelming size of Izuku's cock, your senses overloaded with both pleasure and over sensitivity. But with a slick pop, the tip of Izuku's engorged member finally breached your entrance, forcing its way inside.

You remained blissfully lost in a euphoric haze, your body intertwined with Izuku's as he leaned over you. The cafe's dim lighting from the sunrise cast gentle shadows across the kitchen, highlighting Izuku's disheveled green curls and the captivating glow of his emerald eyes, resembling one of the rabbits forged from swirling shadows on the mural that adorns the wall.

Leaning over you, Izuku's dominant side asserts itself, swiftly pressing your knees up towards your shoulders. Applying pressure to open them wider, he exposed every inch of your quivering slit spread tight around the head of his dick. With a growl of determination, Izuku bullied his way further inside your depths, his larger size causing a twinge of pain as he stretched you to your limit to accommodate him. Your body struggled with the difference between him and Katsuki.

The sheer size of Izuku's cock, larger than even your room mate's, brings a mixture of pleasure and ache to your sensitized cunt. While Katsuki's barbs had their own unique sting, the contrast in size between him and the rabbit currently using you like a fucktoy induced new levels of soreness and bliss.

Izuku thinks he may have found heaven when he finally breaks in your pussy enough for his monstrous dick to bottom out against your cervix. Undeterred by your cunt's struggle, Izuku sets a rapid rabbit pace, his thrusts forceful and demanding.

The sound of their intertwining bodies filled the room, the wet slapping of Izuku's balls against your ass creating a rhythm that added to the sound of their escalating pleasure. Despite the stinging stretch, you remained freely vocal, too lost in your bliss to be concerned about anything else. Izuku's moans and your cries filled the air, adding to the sinful symphony.

As Izuku's large muscles flexed, his grip on the counter edge on either side of your head tightened, seeking leverage to thrust even more deeply. His forearms came to rest on the cold surface. Your knees were pinned again Izuku's chest, as each of his motions rocked your body forcefully against the stone counter of the kitchen island.

As Izuku continued his relentless pace, his large muscles flexing with each powerful thrust, his emerald eyes shone with feral bliss. Soft forest green ears were pinned back against his curls, a clear sign of his animalistic desire taking hold. Noticing your slightly pained fucked-out expression, Izuku found a sort of sadistic glee in your reactions. He couldn't help but revel in the sense of superiority it gave him.

No fucking way that crispy room mate of yours has ever filled you like this before.

"Aw, am I too big? Does it sting?" Izuku crooned huskily in your ear, voice filled with a twisted sense of satisfaction. "Fuck..! Taking me like such a good little pet- I knew you could handle it.” Even if his love is tainted by selfish obsession, he takes genuine pride in your resilience. Not everyone could take his bitch breaking girth the first time. Or at all.

You could only offer a weak nod in response to what little you catch of his words. Your walls clung to his thick length, the stretch more than you've ever experienced before. Yet, your blissed-out state allowed you to push through the discomfort of having your guts rearranged, exchanging it for a facet of ecstasy that only Izuku could provide. You were intoxicated.

The grip of your walls around his pulsing member further fueled his desire, his relentless pace never faltering. Your pussy clung desperately to his too thick cock, the force of each slam eliciting a a ragged gasp as he bottomed out against your cervix. His intense gaze locks onto your dilated eyes, drinking in every nuance of your cumdrunk expressions as you submitted to him completely.

For Izuku, this moment is the culmination of his desires since the moment you were hired at one of his coffee shops. His obsessive desire for you have driven him to go to great lengths, even "hiring" himself as a barista to get close to you. Now, his darkest desires are being fulfilled, the mate he craves finally within his grasp.

Fuck, he wasn't going to last much longer with you looking past him all fucked-out like that.

Intense pleasure coursing through your veins, you were overcome by the sensory overload of cumming again. Saliva escaped your parted lips, a shiny trail down the side of your chin. Your moans and whimpers intermingled with the wet, lewd sounds of your boss' thrusts into you, heavy balls accentuating squelches with quick slaps against your ass. Your gushing cunt walls attempted to tighten around Izuku's massive member with some success as you reached one last mind shattering orgasm. Your trembling pussy clamped down as best it could, Izuku thrusting all the while.

As he reached his own tipping point, Izuku's rabbit ears stood straight up, a visible sign of his peaking pleasure. “S-shit” He whined, your tight cunt was strangling his cock, causing his foot to bounce uncontrollably as he thrust as fast as possible. Each slam was met with the rhythmic spasming of your walls, clenching onto his too thick length with a desperate intensity. The sensation of your pussy clinging to his dick on every exiting pull, and the feel of his mushroom tip slamming against your cervix, was too much for Izuku. Driven by his unbridled desire, Izuku maintained his rabbit-like pace until the end, unable to resist the sweet agony of the tight vice that surrounded him.

With a deep groan of satisfaction, Izuku succumbed to the milking motion of your tight ring of muscles. The tip of his cock became engorged and sensitive, the pressure pushing him over the edge, the slit gushing forth with his warm cum. Pumping spurt after spurt, Izuku filled your womb with his seed, the pulsing sensation mixing with the raw pleasure that coursed through you both. One of his fuzzy ears cocked to the side, a visual display of the euphoria that engulfed him.

As with most rabbit hybrids, Izuku momentarily leaned all his weight on your pinned legs and his forearms, his body collapsing with the intensity of his climax. Your cunt walls stretched tight around his member still milked and clenched, coaxing every drop of his essence from within him. Overwhelmed by the influx of cum you could only moan brokenly in bliss, your consciousness long faded away during your last orgasm.

In the aftermath of your shared climax, Izuku remained trembling and breathless over your spent body, his emerald eyes still gleaming with a primal intensity, as he nuzzled your hair. The cafe was filled with the scent of your combined arousal, a poignant reminder of the powerful connection. A perfect mix of pine needles, yuzu zest and jasmine blossoms in the smug Izuku's opinion.

Much better than that burnt sugar bastard's stench.

Izuku needs a few tries to withdraw from your clasping cunt, before the head of his dick pops free of your pubic ridge with a final jerk of his hips. He hissed in oversensitive pleasure at the sensation of pulling free of your quim. Geez, were all humans this small on the inside? He wondered as his cum began to gush out of you. Izuku's viscous seed quickly flowed down your folds, trailing onto the cold counter top before beginning to drip onto the floor. He could definitely get used to that image. “You should get some rest” Izuku smugly beamed down at you before planting a soft kiss on your forehead, your lids heavy with fatigue. You could hardly fight the chemicals, both natural and otherwise at this point, from pulling you into slumber, and soon you lost the battle. He smiled as he heard your breathing even out, asleep.

Izuku's tea, and it's added ingredient, had taken longer to take effect than he expected. When he saw how exhausted you were, he had just intended for you to nap through your shift. Cuddle with your unconscious form under a cozy blanket in the autumn afternoon during his lunch hour, maybe. Izuku was so glad he'd been given enough time make you cry his name so prettily before you slipped into sleep.

In comparison to this morning, you looked so serene and relaxed, even after your intense encounter. Izuku leaned over you, his forearms resting on the cold stone, nuzzling your hair tenderly. His nose twitched, catching your mingled scents again, making his rabbit ears flick with delight. Izuku, hidden behind his gentle facade once again, wished he had “hired” himself sooner. He could have felt you shuddering around him months ago, but he vowed to make up for lost time now that you were already spreading yourself for him on his kitchen counter.

With gentle care, Izuku's muscular frame picked up your sleeping body from the kitchen counter. He cradled in his arms with a protective tenderness, mindful not to jostle you from slumber. He carried down the hall to the employee room across from the office, where a comfy jade couch awaited, a place for you to rest while he tended to the café.

As Izuku lay you down on the couch, your sleepy form stirred and before turning over with a yawn. Izuku would have stayed there, with his forehead against yours, all day. However, as the sunrise streamed through the kitchen skylight, Izuku became aware of just how late in the morning it was. With the sun coming up, he only had a few minutes until the coffee shop opened. He watched over you for a moment more, ensuring you were comfortably tucked into a cushy blanket, before he turned his attention to the café.

After all, as the owner of the 'Lunar Rabbit' chain, Izuku had responsibilities to fulfill.

Izuku is gonna be mad when he realizes he left the pastries in the oven, but raspberry croutons are a small price to pay in the long run.

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hello!! First time requesting something, but could you maybe write something wanderer and fem.reader testing out those aphrodisiac chocolates?

Thank you!! <33

— pairing : wanderer x fem!reader

— warnings : NSFW; using of drugs (the aphrodisiac); they fuck a lot; honestly this is so badly written im sry; creampie; oral (m!receiving); she rides him at some point

— a/n : let’s pretend it’s close to Valentine’s Day bc I said so

He insisted a lot until tonight came. He pestered you to buy these stupid chocolates, and you accepted in the end for the sake of the smile on his face. And when they finally arrived and you tasted them together, you felt nothing but sleepy.

“Maybe we just need to wait a bit-”

“We've been waiting since 9:30, do you know what time it is now?” You contradict his insistence, eyeing his pouting face to search for a response. He shakes his head.

“Past midnight.” He frowns at you, looking away when you stare at him for too long.

“I told you it wasn’t gonna work. I’m going to bed.” You stretch your back and sigh deeply before standing up from the couch and going to your shared bedroom.

“I’m right behind you then.” He says, still a bit disappointed that his little experiment didn't work this time.

He really liked the idea of testing things out with you, as long as you weren't opposed to that. And you were almost always open to trying new things for him to see what would work better for you two.

His co-workers wouldn’t stop talking about their private experiences with this aphrodisiac chocolates like horny teenagers, and although he was annoyed by it, he couldn’t help but get curious. Valentine’s Day was approaching after all.

He didn't like sweets, quite the opposite, he hated them. However, anyone could tell otherwise by the way his face was covered in chocolate right now, like a child. He wanted to make it work. He was excited to see what would unfold after.

Unfortunately this time, you weren't going to end up on all fours with your body covered in his cum on the bed because it was already late and you were tired, but he still had a lifetime to do it.

Wanderer was sleeping soundly next to you when you woke up. Chapped and dehydrated lips, the complete opposite of what they’d been in the morning, but perhaps these were the consequences of the cold weather.

… cold? No. In fact, since when has it been so hot?

Your body was sweating and the air conditioning, despite being on, didn't seem to work. You cautiously remove the arms that embraced your body, and remove the blanket that covers you to touch your feet to the floor slowly, not wanting to make any noise.

Only now were you thinking about how terrible the idea was of trying to get to the kitchen in the early morning only to drink some water without disturbing your loved one's sleep. After all, where was the switch? You knew it was on the wall next to the door, and that there was a lamp next to your bed, but it was on Wanderer's side, and you didn't want to bump into it, much less go over his body to turn on the light, so the switch was the safest now. Or so you thought.

“Oh shit.” You bump into something, hearing it fall to the floor. It didn't seem that loud, but when you heard him suddenly rumbling and calling out your name, you knew you fucked up.

You guide your body carefully to face the bed again, climbing onto the mattress and moving closer to the warmth of Wanderer's body.

"What is it?" You say with a subtle tone, not wanting to completely wake him up since it was still late.

“Mm… need it here…” you frown in confusion.

"What do you mean? What do you need?” You now carry a hint of worry in your voice, quickly towering over Wanderer’s body and reaching out to turn on the lights since he was closer to the lamp.

“I-I feel… something…” his voice drops as his eyes wander to his blanket covered body. Your hand reaches out to pull it off his body, assuming whatever he had was under the blanket since he couldn't stop looking.

However, the sight that beholds you is that of a man only in his boxers. Clothes thrown to the floor at some point in the night that you didn't notice, and a tent formed beneath the fabric of his underwear, which was wet enough to be discarded.

The feeling you felt faintly in your body before suddenly becomes more present and obvious, as you had ignored it until now. From now on there was nowhere to run. Besides getting hotter all over, an uncomfortable need made itself known between your legs, screaming to be relieved. You were wet like a fountain.

“Mmh? Y/N… it hurts.” He mumbles one more time. You clear your throat and look in his direction, realizing now that he had opened his eyes, without even a drop of tiredness on his face.

“I-it does?” Your legs close in an attempt to hide your intimacy discovered under your nightgown, — since you slept without it when you were at home — embarrassed for thinking about such dirty things after insisting that you sleep without touching each other.

Maybe you were just frustrated that the aphrodisiac didn't work. You two were very active and this time you rejected him because of his “mistake” in buying something that didn't work without seeing the reviews again. So it would be embarrassing to call out to him now knowing that you were the one in the wrong.

He nods, drawing his eyebrows together and diverting his teary gaze to the walls. You try to get your head straight and focus on your boyfriend. He's in pain, so whatever you're feeling right now isn't important.

"Where does it hurt? Show me." You struggle to express your concern, despite the tingling you felt throughout your body and the immense desire you had to simply tear off all his clothes and make him feel better with your body. But let's agree that that's not how things work in reality (or they shouldn't work like this for normal couples).

He grabs your hand. The trembling, anxious pulse as he guides you to his crotch. Your lips part in an “o”, and you instinctively begin to massage him through the fabric, drawing thin moans that you never thought you would hear coming from his lips.

“Nnngh use it! P-please- oh just use me—!” he arches his back to receive more contact with your hand, tears streaming down his face. "help me."

And that's when you completely lose control.

On the average, with a standard dosage, the effects of an aphrodisiac can begin to be felt within one to three hours of ingestion. You assumed the effects would be noticed right away, but it seems like it will only get more intense over time. How stupid were you to not realize this sooner?

You were dripping just like Wanderer, whose dick just freed by you was slick with precum from top to base. The “pulling out method” wouldn’t even have a chance of working this time if you weren't on the pill, not that you would care about the consequences if that were the case, clit aching to be touched.

You admire the treat in front of you, drooling to put it in your mouth and make your throat its home.

“N-no, wait— fuck! Wanna cum inside youuu.” He moves his hips and tries to push your face away, but it's not enough to stop you from lubricating your lips and mouthing his dick. The fingers around your hair loosen as he starts to soften and give up, eyes rolling into the back of his head with so much pleasure.

“Ohhh baby, feels so good around my c-cock.” Soon he gives in against you without much resistance. You hummed around his cock, sucking and making wet noises that left his ears red. The rest that you couldn't put in your mouth, you stimulated with your hands in a back and forth movement.

However for Wanderer, everything fit if you put your mind into it.

“T-take it good mmmn.” He starts to throw his hips against your mouth and hold your hair in a ponytail with one hand, using you to get off like a fuck toy, making you gag a few times until his cock was so deep in your throat that your nose touched his pelvic hair.

He holds your head still in that position. It becomes difficult to breathe and the only thing you can do is move your tongue randomly from one side to another. You are about to call him when you feel warm ropes of cum going down your throat.

“I'm still hard. Do something about it.” He asks demandingly, wiping his dripping seed from your lips with his thumb and then shoving two fingers inside your mouth so you could swallow it all well.

When he’s finished, you take a deep breath. Face red as you open your legs slightly to show your messy situation. A slimy substance sliding between your folds and glistening pussy, along with a throbbing clit, so sensitive to the touch!

He gets up from the bed, still limp from his recent orgasm, and brings his face closer to your intimacy, fascinated. “You’re as wet as when you’re ovulating. Even needier, I bet.” His finger passes between your folds, lining up with your entrance.

“Think it worked.” He smiles to himself, proud of having eaten so many chocolates earlier, and sticks his finger between your walls, just the act itself being enough to make you clench around it and let out a deep breath.

“And she’s so tight too. She must be even more sensitive today. Fuck, that way I can’t even move my fingers further.” He leaves his finger inside you without moving, feeling you grow impatient and start to rock your hips against the source of pleasure.

“T-then why is it going in? H-hah-“ your voice cracks, eyebrows draw together to match your melted eyes. Wanderer just smirks at the sinful scene.

“Ahh using me just like I said…” a gooey liquid escapes you when he suddenly pulls his finger out and manhandles you into being on all fours to fill your mouth with his sticky finger, distracting you so that you were unable to speak. “But you can very well use something bigger.”

He parts your legs, positioning his dick underneath to let your juices fall all over him and lubricate him completely as he rubs his dick between your folds, grunting every time the head reaches your hole and you clench needily.

“I-it’s so hard… it wants to be inside your pretty pussy.” He places a soothing hand on your waist and caresses it, looking so pleadingly at your body while slowly entering you when you wiggle your ass as a response.

With a heavy sigh coming out of both of you, he holds your waist very firmly and thrusts hard into you, changing positions every time he came inside you.

Finally, you were on top of him. He loved seeing you on top of him, tits bouncing up and down as you roll your hips in order to grind your clit on his pelvis at the same time you moved on his cock. He could never resist the urge to pinch your hard nipples and squeeze your belly to intensify your pleasure and to show you how deep he was inside you.

“Just one more time, please baby.” He kisses between your boobs, holding your waist in place when you told him you were getting tired and tried to go away. He knew you weren't done either, but he'd do all the work for you and make you feel good all over again until you came this one last time.

So when you replied with a “mhmm” he promptly pushed you down and slammed his cock all the way to your womb, pumping his cum from his previous orgasms back up into you once again, trying to reach another one with you.

“Ah- I don’t know if I can cum again!”

“No no, I know you can. Give it to me, hm?” He insists, silencing your uncontrolled blabbering sounds and sobs with his mouth, swallowing said noises while he flicked your swollen clit until your mind became all foggy again.

He slowed his ministrations when your walls tightened around his cock with a loud grunt, gushing out a thick stream of sperm inside you. Your faces parted for him to see your fucked out state and the line of drool connecting the two of you, he couldn't help but smile.

“You look so pretty like this. Almost makes me want to ruin you again.” He leaves a sweet kiss on your forehead, making it impossible for him to see your surprised face that comes after.

“I- I think that’s enough…?” Your voice comes out, although a little hoarse and low. There were still some chocolates left, and now you knew that you had to be careful to hide them from your boyfriend, as he seemed to have enjoyed this a little too much.

“You’re right, we can see about that tomorrow.” He teases, chuckling as you gulp down.

For a while, you both remain silent. He waits for you to start yawning and close your eyes to clean you up so you don't wake up uncomfortable in the morning. When he lies down with you again, he pulls you closer and leaves you lying on his chest.

Wanderer isn't accustomed to showing love through physical contact, but he knows you like it more than anything, and he can't deny that the feeling of your warm body on his makes him feel... things. The next day, he won't be there anymore, and your chest will tighten as you make your way to the kitchen, finding the smell of coffee strange until you’re looking at his back facing you.

For a moment, the tightness in your heart is replaced by the familiar butterflies in the stomach, and you sit on the counter as he smiles innocently and places a warm coffee in front of you.

Your hands hold the handle to bring the drink to your mouth when you notice the small candy on the saucer where the cup was and raise your head towards him to arch a doubtful eyebrow.

“To sweeten your coffee since I didn’t add sugar today.” He justifies himself.

Apparently, he’s addicted to chocolates now.

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faetreides · 4 months

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MARLBORO REDS - ANAKIN SKYWALKER

cause good men die too, so i’d rather be with you

summary: mechanic dilf!anakin x gender neutral kindergarten teacher!reader

wc: 8.4k

cw: “soft” dark content, made padme’s death vague on purpose, anakin has the vibes of a married father of 4 hitting on you while you’re waiting on their table at olive garden, daddy kink, anakin imagines killing someone, MALE MASTURBATION (the most graphic fantasies are skull fucking and anakin kinda hoping you’ll tear when he puts it in), bra mention (reader does have a fem style but i’m nb so that’s how i see it and men can also have a fem style), it’s not mentioned but anakin is going through cigarette withdrawals, anakin’s canon typical inability to be in a healthy relationship, possibly predictable plot twist (?), i wanted to be a lot grosser, anakin is 42 and he’s depicted as such, age gap (reader is in their early 20’s), this takes place in the U.S.

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The exhaust fumes transported him for a moment, somewhere tropical with a cigar in one hand and a tit in the other as a wet body slid adjacent to his. His hard-earned vacation went up in flames as a shrill car horn hunted down his eardrums. Anakin snapped out of it and stared through his brittle bangs with dead eyes. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, how to act like a normal human being one of them.

"Alright, that should be everything. Since we just needed to rotate your tires and do an oil change, we're looking at about 142 dollars."

"Thank you so much, I'll just go pay at the front desk. Have a good one!"

Anakin sighed and gave a half assed wave that she didn't even see. He has nowhere near as much spunk as he did back in the day, but his energy is always shot to hell long before he sees his last customer of the day. Luckily it was just a routine maintenance type of thing, he would've just bashed his head in with a wrench if it was anything more.

Puddles of blood trot after said customer, he’s amazed that they can drive so well considering they have a bullet in their head.

There’s no bullet or rivers of blood in actuality, but a man can dream.

His knee joints creaked as he got out of his squatting position. He groaned from the effort while smearing his fingers in more grease trying to wipe them off on the pants of his overalls. The whole workshop smelled like garbage and he probably smelled even worse. His trusty grease rag was subsequently discarded on top of his portable tool tower. He noticed that a tub of lighter fluid was on its side so he prevented that big mess waiting to happen and screwed the cap shut, picked it up, and set it back on the shelves in the storage room. He had to remember to leave one of his employees a post-it notifying them that they were almost out.

His sleeves were shucked up his soft muscular forearm to check his watch. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets like moles in a whack-a-mole machine when he saw the time.

SHIT!

It was 4:30, the time he's expected to be at Alderaan Apples Elementary to pick up his twins. He didn't have the time it would normally take him to drive 20 minutes back to his place for a 10 minute shower, and then drive 30 more minutes to be at his kids' school. He normally didn't work that late, since he owns the shop he can choose his own hours. But Anakin lost track of time obsessing over work and now he'd have to embarrass his kids by showing up covered in it. Their teacher would probably be there to chew him out, but in his defense this really didn't happen all that often.

That teacher being arguably the biggest reason why he hated that they’d see him looking how he did right then. They're awfully pretty, with a chest that he's pictured slapping and sucking while their thick ass recoils from bouncing on his uncut cock. They had just moved to their average sized town at the start of the year, they told him at the parent teacher conferences at the beginning of the school year. Something about yearning to get away from their lackluster small town but also being too afraid to venture out into any kind of big city on their own.

They were making the cutest little gestures when they were shyly talking his ear off too, shifting their thighs together as they swayed and never letting their eye contact stray too far away from their freshly polished mary janes. Anakin was very careful about remembering everything he could about Luke and Leia's first real school year. Hell, he was more scared than they were. But there was just something in the way this new teacher did their best to soothe any worries the kids might have.

"It's okay, we'll be going on this new adventure together. And I'll do my very best to be there for you every step of the way. I hope you can be brave and look after me too!"

Luke nodded timidly but with a newfound sense of determination. Leia shouted an affirmative, being more extroverted in comparison to her brother.

Their teacher was young, somewhere in their early 20's. Most likely having flown into town right after getting their degree. It made something in his gut swirl and simmer, imagining their delicate finger tracing his crow's feet and tugging on the gray in his hair. Their head nestled gently in between his squishy pecs, some of his muscle definition was lost with age but he had a feeling you'd like how much the slight softness of his belly highlighted the muscle underneath.

The cliche apples in the blouse their teacher was wearing seemed to have Anakin in a trance as he zoned out. He grunted in acknowledgement when he needed to and slipped every form and newsletter he was given into his satchel. When it was time to head home, Luke and Leia clung to their teacher's legs. Anakin rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and bent over to pry them off. He explained how sorry he was, being a single dad meant that whether or not he meant to, the kids still looked for a mother figure.

He'll never forget the way your eyes widened by a fraction, flicking up to make eye contact with his feigned nonchalant stare. You seemed.... happy to hear that he was single. But that could've just been an old man getting wrapped up in the delusions that he still has it.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, Mr. Skywalker. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how hard it is to do what you do everyday, but let me just say that I think you're doing an excellent job."

He thinks you'd do even better.

By the time he had finished reliving that fond little memory, he could spot the street sign for the street the school was on. Ruffling his hair, he made a sharp right turn and slowly pulled into the parking lot. His black chevy truck performed beautifully like always so he gave her a solid pat on the hood. He turned on his heel, immediately seeing his children hugging either one of your legs. He was only 10 minutes late, it wasn't any better but he would never make his kids feel like he abandoned them. He never wanted them to go through what he had gone through when he was their age.

He adjusted his collar and made a last ditch effort to wipe his fingers off on his clothes. He heard a quiet cough. He shot his head up to catch your unamused eyes. A wry smile appeared on his face as he jogged over to you. When he reached the three of you, he immediately crouched and placed a hand on Luke and Leia's shoulders.

"Dad's really sorry, okay? He just lost track of time but he rushed over here as fast as he could as soon as he realized what time it was."

Luke peeked out from behind your leg, "Like the Flash?"

"Yes, Luke, like the Flash." Anakin chuckled, slowly opening his arms wide in the hopes that his kids weren’t too mad at him.

Thankfully he was instantly overwhelmed by two bodies slamming into him, almost knocking him onto the ground and tumbling down the concrete steps. Luke was clutching onto him so tightly and Leia was giggling up a storm. He stood up and gently ushered his kids into holding one of his hands so they could stand beside him.

He cleared his throat a few times before finally addressing you.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know if you overheard but work was really hectic today and I didn't want to waste more time cleaning up. Please just think of me how you did before, I won't look like this tomorrow."

You sighed, shaking your head with a small smile. Your blouse had a floral pattern today, blue covered in peonies and apple blossoms. Your pants were some kind of plaid thing but you make them work so well. Anakin had to actively keep his eyes from eye fucking your wide hips and oggling the expanse of your butt in the tight pants. Just thinking about how little must be left to the imagination made his cock ache in his overalls. But he restrained himself, he was going to ask you out when he was in a much better and.... cleaner state. He pushed the thoughts down and settled himself down with daydreams of the near future.

"It's alright, Mr. Skywalker. I understand your situation, so long as it doesn't happen frequently and the children don't have to wait too long, we won't have a problem." You gently admonished the older man, not hiding the protective tone in your voice but still looking up at him with bashful warmth in your eyes.

Stars, the way you were already so protective over his kids made him even harder. He briefly wondered how you'd be with their younger siblings. The image made his heart flutter and a wide smile stretched his lips. He shuffled from one foot to the other, praying to whatever God is out there that he's able to hide his boner in his baggy overalls. He still had quite a few years before he even wanted to think about having the birds and bees talk with the kids. He adjusted his overalls quickly and reached out a greasy rough palm to you.

"I swear this won't happen everyday, thank you for being so kind. I definitely won't forget it." He murmured with a wink that was open to interpretation.

You bit your lip as you leaned forward to slip your smooth palm into his. A sharp shiver traveled up Anakin's body and butterflies erupted in your stomach at the contact. You clicked your heels together and shook his hand, the weight of it made certain kinds of thoughts pop into your head that you'd rather not deal with at the moment.

Reluctantly Anakin pulled his hand away, making sure it lingered more than was necessary or appropriate. He put his back to you and double checked that Luke and Leia had one hand in each of his and their other hands on the strap of their backpacks. Luke had one with planets on it while Leia had one with dinosaurs. He looked down at their feet to make sure that they were going slow and steady on the steps. They reached the bottom of the steps and walked across the parking lot to Anakin's truck. He opened the back seat, lifting Leia first and waiting for her to settle in before nearly throwing out his back bending down again to help Luke in. He buckled them up and made sure their seatbelts were fastened properly. He took a few steps back and gingerly closed the backseat door on Luke's side. His back was screaming at him on the trip around the back of the truck, it especially burned when he haphazardly threw his door open and climbed up into the driver's seat.

The drive home was the same as it was everyday. Leia excitedly told her father all about every single detail of her day and Luke needing less coaxing to talk about his as the school year progressed. Luke was upset when they ran out of apple juice at lunch because that meant he had to have grape. Leia bragged about the rock she painted during craft time. Anakin listened intently, no matter what kind of depraved shit he felt for their teacher, he wanted to take extra care that both of his kids felt heard and appreciated at the end of the day. He responded with jokes and questions to keep them talking, it distracted them from realizing how long the drive was to the house.

They pulled into the house's garage half an hour later. Anakin was about ready to collapse into a pile of bones in his recliner. Luke and Leia ran like bats out of hell through the door and up the stairs to their bedrooms. He could hear the sounds of them putting their backpacks on their hooks and unzipping them to go through the jungle of papers they stash in them.

The fridge was fresh out of Dr. Pepper so Anakin grumbled and got a can of bud lite from his locked minifridge on the counter. He managed to make it to the couch before he let himself fall face first onto the cushions.

The pitter patter of tiny feet bounding down the stairs yanked him from sleep so he sat up and leaned his cheek against the arm of the couch.

"Dad! Dad! Dad! Look!" Luke blurted out, shoving some kind of paper in his dad's smushed face.

Anakin grimaced but made himself sit upright. He reached out and took the paper from Luke, holding it at a good distance away from his face and at a downwards angle so he could read it properly.

"What's this, buddy?"

"It's a paper for the party, Dad! The Valentine's day one that's um.... this Friday, i think.” Luke nervously wrung his hands in his striped shirt as he spoke. “I want to get something for my teacher too…”

Anakin rubbed his shaved chin as he read the paper. Luke was right. It was a newsletter informing parents about the Valentine's Day party each class would be holding on Friday. There would be no working or classes and instead every class would have an all day party for both the children and their parents. Students were allowed to bring any snacks of choice, but they had to bring a box of valentine cards for their class and give one to every student in their class.

"That must be nice, having no school for a day. Well, i'll be there on Friday and tomorrow we can go to the store and get the supplies for you and your sister."

“And we can get something for my teacher?”

“Of course Luke, that’d be a very nice thing to do for them.”

"Okay! Thanks, dad, love you!" Luke cheered, bouncing on his feet and kissing Anakin on the cheek while giving him a second long side hug before running back upstairs.

The next day the Skywalker family was back in the truck on the way to the biggest local supermarket in the area. It wasn't too far, just in the next town over. They could've gone to the smaller store back home, but the kids liked having options and liked car rides that were like little road trips. (Why they hated the longer drives when they were to school but liked them in situations like this, Anakin could sympathize.

Anakin shut the radio off when they pulled into the large parking lot of the supermarket. He put his car in park and turned the engine off. The wind chill smacked him right in the face as soon as he stepped out of his seat. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms to warm himself up and walked over to get Leia and Luke out of the car as quickly as possible without freezing his ass off. They did the standard routine of holding their dad's hands while they crossed the parking lot. Anakin was telling them to look both ways to watch out for any cars that were coming as they walked along the crosswalks. Mercifully they weren't in the cold long before they entered the store.

The bright white LED overhead lights made Anakin want to pass out but he followed closely behind the kids that were already running themselves ragged all over the place. He reminded them what they were here for and his arms were pulled to their breaking point all the way to the card aisle. There were so many options of valentine card packs. There were Bluey ones, Spiderman, ones that looked like the cootie catchers you fold and pull apart, et cetera.

Luke ended up choosing Spiderman ones that came with pencils. Leia chose a kitten design for her cards.

Anakin almost fell asleep on the ride home. He let the kids pick out drinks from the little displays in front of the registers so they were miles away in sugar rush land. He made a note to pop a couple ibuprofens before he went to bed. Some days are easier than others but since his wife passed away when his kids were newborns, he’s never known what it was like to be able to depend on someone else to always be there to help. His childhood friend Obi-wan stops by every so often to stay over, his mom and step-dad babysit when he stops being stubborn, but that’s once in a blue moon. The sunset casts light onto the sunspots and hair on his arms. He rolled both of his sleeves up because his body typically runs hot and global warming making the temperature 65 degrees in the middle of February does him no favors.

The McDonald’s they drove through got the kids happy meals wrong three times, something that was clearly a sign of the apocalypse.

He had to remind Luke and Leia not to run too fast as they clammored out of the truck with his assistance and bolted to the front door. Anakin sighed his millionth sigh of the day and clamped a hand on Leia’s head to steady her as he searched his rusty old keyring for their house key. His steady hand inserted the key into the lock, ushering his kids inside with his free hand while he pushed the door open. His long legs moved at a sloth like pace, Leia and Luke ignored him and shot up the stairs like two little rockets.

“Guys, slow down. Marshmallow feet, remember?” He reminded them and leaned around the corner so they could hear him, shaking his head in exasperation when all he gets in response is a couple “Okay, dad!”s.

The white and orange ibuprofen bottle stored in one of the many dark wood cabinets over the fridge beckoned him with a come hither motion. He’s little more than a slave to his baser instincts so he dutifully heeded the call. The cabinet creaked when he cracked it open but he couldn’t give less of a fuck as he dove for the pill bottle and shook out a few orange pills. He exhaled in relief in a way that would suggest he was smoking weed when his adams apple bobbed as the pills hit his stomach.

With that mindless task out of the way, Anakin slowly journeyed up the stairs to get Leia and Luke ready for bed. He kept a stern eye on them to ensure they brushed their teeth, used their mouthwash properly, and washed their faces. After the kids completed their bedtime routines, he tucked them into bed while humming a lullaby Obi-Wan had taught them when he held them as infants. He gave them their time to say goodnight to their mom, Luke looked at the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling when he said it and Leia clutched her stegosaurus plushie when she whispered her goodnight.

Anakin didn’t contribute but he warmly kissed his twins on their foreheads and tucked the corners of their comforters around their shoulders.

His heavy work boots thundered against the hardwood floor of the hallway as he walked out of their room and down the carpeted stairs to the den. He unhooked the buttons holding up his overalls on his shoulders and shimmied his ruined overalls down to his ankles. His hairy thighs expanded as he stepped out of them so he could kick them to the other side of the room. He was left in only his boxers and a white tank top that would never be white again. So he flexed his arms as he took that tank top off too. Grease stains were all over his body but he could at least take a shower now.

His boxers joined the towels from yesterday’s shower on the floor as his soft cock flopped out. He gave it an absentminded stroke that injected something molten into his bone marrow. He bent over to reach the faucet and turned the water on. The shower didn't start until the water babbling over his thick calloused fingers was hot enough to cook a lobster in.

He rolled his shoulders back as he stepped into the shower. His mouth dropped open in a silent exclamation and his neck popped as his head lolled back. The onslaught of boiling hot water pin pricked his skin in a pleasure-pain sort of way that made his thoughts temporarily quiet down.

His cock gave a couple twitches but Anakin elected to wait until he had at least washed his hair before he rubbed a much needed orgasm out.

3-in-1 shampoo that smelled like some dior cologne was all up in his hair, his hands unhurriedly glided through his short-ish soapy strands. He angled his head back and let the lather he had worked up be drowned out by the shower head. He grabbed his vanilla & shea butter body wash and let the spout rest against his glistening pecs as his fingers curled around the stocky bottle and squeezed. The smooth liquid spurted out over his pecs and dripped down his body. He reached his hands right up under the steady stream and soaped up his pecs, ghosting his thumbs over his puffy nipples before spreading his hands out and spreading the soapsuds all over the rest of his body.

Squelching sounds echoed off the shower floor as Anakin widened his stance. His right hand was subconsciously traveling closer and closer to his half-hard cock. He had worked so hard, finally being able to relax and luxuriate in the silence made the blood in his body migrate further south.

A certain teacher flashed through his mind, his head whipped down in shock to discern how greatly his flushed cock swelled up faster just at the single image of his kids’ kindergarten teacher.

An aurora borealis of fantasies swirled in the air.

You’re kneeling on a pillow (he would be at serious risk of getting more brow wrinkles if you had to touch the harsh dirty floor with your bare skin.) and bobbing your head up and down the fat cock making a bulge in your cheek. Your sparkling eyes have this glazed over look to them as he anchors his hands on the back of your head. He widens his stance and bullies your throat with his heavy cock. You squeak and sputter but you take it like such a good pet. Your plump lips slide off of his meat a couple inches but before he can do anything, you’re groping his taut ass as you wiggle your head down to the base of his cock. Your eyes flutter shut as your brain shuts off; your nose is buried right in his musky bush. His face scrunches up in the best kind of pain, but he locks his gaze on the way your eyes roll back when he begins to skull fuck you.

Thank god for oral fixations.

“Gonna let Daddy soak this warm throat pussy?” Don’t worry, he knows you can’t exactly use your vocal chords properly at the moment. So he nods your head for you, deepening his thrusts into slow sharp jabs.

He’d baptize you in cum if you let him, your skin would look so pretty and glossy covered in it. He’d help you wipe it off after he cements the image of your eyelashes sticking together in his mind.

Now he’s grabbing your love handles while his cock builds his dream home in your guts. Your ass shakes back against his hips as you try to steady the phone in your hands and face it towards the overhead. He grabs your hair in one fist and gently tugs your head up so you can pay attention properly. He didn’t go through all this just to let you hide away from him. In a perfect world, the kids would be staying with his mom so you’d be more than welcome to lose your voice.

The vision in his mind shifts to you being on your back, hands trembling trying to hold your legs as close to your chest as possible. You’re looking up at him like he was born in the center of the sun. He’s looking back at you like you’re the moon made flesh, eternally encapsulated in his sea of stars. Anakin smiles triumphantly but with a heady passion in his gait that threatens to burn his lungs to ash, coughing them up over your open heart.

“You’re doing so well puppy, that’s my brave baby.” He coos and pries your hands off your thighs finger by finger.

Once your hands are free, his larger ones ardently seek out yours like a dog going after a bone. The rough texture of his digits feels like an uncomfortably pleasant caress as they lace together with your own. He doesn’t look at anything else; can’t think of anything else when you make the cutest little watery gasp as his cock humps along the crack of your hole. The red tip of it gets caught against your outer sweet spot as if trying to give your crotch small pecks. His eye wrinkles crinkle when his smile widens and he offers a breathy laugh.

He squeezes your hands tightly as he wraps a hand around his cock and directs it to its northern star. Your nails digging into his knuckles don’t distract from your hole stretching itself wide to suckle at his encroaching length.

And if in the shower he spilled into his feverishly fucked fists at the concept of crimson liquid mixing with cum to make a pink swirl where your bodies meet, you’d never know. He thumbed at the glans under his cock tip as he came down from his high, skirting a fingernail up a vein on the side and wishing he was mouthing the space between your shoulder blades; preening your white feathers with his scratchy tongue.

The next couple days were gone with a couple of blinks. He never deviated from his routine; wake up, wipe off the drool on his face, get kids ready and take them to school, go to work, clean up, go pick kids up from school, help with whatever work 6 year olds would have, put them to bed, jerk off in the shower till his legs ache, fall asleep on his stomach with his the right side of his face smushed into a pillow.

He did find some time to put together a teacher’s appreciation basket for you. You more than anyone else deserved a few something somethings on a day meant to represent love. The gifts were packed nicely and neatly in a vintage wicker basket wrapped in a red gingham bow and covered in see through red plastic wrap. Your reaction would regrettably have to be viewed from afar, but he’d know how to move forward depending on what adorable expression you had all over your face.

The night before the party, Anakin allowed Luke and Leia to stay up a smidge later than normal so that they could get all of their things ready for the party. Anakin’s special present slept soundly in the seat next to his in front of his truck. An additional gift from Luke was tucked inside along with an item from Leia who had insisted on it when she found out Luke was getting you something.. The basket being hidden away for the time being allowed him to focus completely on helping his children with their gifts at the coffee table.

Luke’s eyes were droopy as he wrote down the names of his classmates in the hearts made to look like Spiderman’s mask in his cards. He inserted most of the pencils in the intended slot on the left of the cards by himself before he slumped against Anakin’s arm and weakly pushed the pile of cards towards his dad. Anakin chuckled as he ruffled Luke’s fluffy blonde hair and teasingly whispered that he didn’t know a boy could be so sleepy. His son blinked at him as if to say how unfunny his dad was before yawning and snuggling further into his father.

Anakin pushed the rest of the pencils into the card slots and sealed all of the cards with red heart stickers. He lifted his head to look across the glass coffee table to check in on how Leia was doing. For how fiery his daughter was already at such a young age, she wasn’t immune to getting tired before 8:30. The signature buns on her head that she loved begging him to do for her had loose hairs poking out of them because of how Leia had buried her head in her arms.

Anakin blew a breath out in fond chagrin as he easily reached over the table and delicately removed the pins holding the buns in place. He fluffed out the hair that fell down so her scalp wouldn’t feel weird when she woke up.

He hoisted Luke up in one arm and Leia in the other (something they were getting a bit too big to continue doing) and slowly but surely deposited them on the couch. He snatched a white plush blanket from the linen closet and settled it over them before turning back to the massive amount of paper cards on the table. He finished the last of Leia’s cards a short while later. He sorted the cards into orderly piles and put them in sandwich bags that he took to the kids room so he could put the bags in their backpacks.

Anakin came back to the living room as he tried to shoo the sleep away by digging his knuckles into his eye sockets in a lazy rub. He opened the cabinet and took out a package of pink frosted sugar cookies with red heart shaped sprinkles, a pack of capri suns, and a tupperware bowl full of mini brownies. With a long drawn out yawn he set the snacks out on the counter so that he would remember them tomorrow morning. He got a set of paper plates and a sectioned set of cutlery in case you needed any extra. Maybe you’d give him one of those corny gold star stickers as a thank you.

Friday morning was ushered in by two children risking their dad’s life by flopping on his stomach with all the strength they had while he was sleeping.

“OH FU-“ He shouted before he remembered who was in the room and gently rolled them off of his stomach. “What exactly do you two think you’re doing?”

"It's time to wake up dad, we're gonna be late for school!" Leia said with a dismayed look on her somewhat chubby face.

Anakin looked away and meekly mouthed a 'sorry' as he looked at the led clock that he had forgotten to set an alarm on.

Fuck, not again.

He sat up in bed and hunched over; his head buried in his hands. Luke and Leia crowded around him as they tried their best to comfort their father, giving his back light pats. He let them pull his hair so that he'd look up at them. He smiled in gratitude and crawled out of bed as quickly as he could to get the day started.

He made a comical sight; hobbling around the floor with his ripped jeans pooled around his feet as he raced to get his kids ready for school in time. His belt was a fairly new black leather piece that he'd been keeping for a special occasion, but the anxiety of the morning made him grapple with getting the buckle in place. Once that was done a shameful amount of time later, he shoved his clothes to the side in his closet as he searched for a nicer, more "classy" dress shirt. Anakin gnawed at his bottom lip and eventually decided on a black silk button up that matched his belt. He crouched, chanting in his head that he hoped he wouldn't tear a muscle, and chose a pair of italian leather slides that his mom had gotten him for Father's Day a couple of years ago. The bathroom mirror held back no punches when it showed Anakin the state of his head. He crossed his fingers and smoothed back his hair with the tiniest glob of gel; the water he splashed on his face would have to do some serious charity work. He could only hope that you liked the naturally unkempt but not too unkempt kind of look, a striking sort of ruggedness.

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad..." Luke droned, understandably fed up with waiting on his dad to deal with another one of his mini mid life crisis episodes.

"I'll be right there Luke, hold on a second, please."

Anakin gave into his son’s begging and let him brush his teeth with the birthday cake flavored toothpaste today. Even though the dentist moaned about how hard it was to clean out when they introduced it to Luke at his last appointment. His Spiderman toothbrush played a jingle meant to sound like the theme song when Luke did his 2 minutes of brushing. Anakin stood protectively behind him as he spit in the sink, his hand hovered over his head so he wouldn't hit it. He took Luke's toothbrush and ran it under the water before he put it back in the clear organizer next to the faucet. He poured the recommended amount of mouthwash from the bottle and passed the lid that acted as the cup to Luke. Luke grimaced but he tipped the cup up so the blue liquid would pour in his mouth, he swished it around and then spat it out too. He sipped from the glass of water that was handed to him and proudly beamed at his father.

"Good job, Luke. I'm so proud of you." Anakin congratulated him, Luke was still finicky about floss so today would not be the day that he attempted to get him to use it.

Being a parent means knowing how to pick your battles and what time to schedule them.

Anakin brushed Luke's hair and fluffed it out a bit like a surfer (how Luke likes it). He grabbed his son by his underarms and lifted him off of the step stool. The mirrors in their house were still a bit too high for his kids to see properly so for now the stools had a purpose. He would be sad when they no longer needed them.

Anakin quickly dipped into the twins room to grab their backpacks. He had already gotten them dressed after he got out of bed earlier. He helped Luke put his on and then repeated the same process with Leia. Her toothbrush made a loud roar when she finished brushing, and she had a fit of giggles in response. His daughter preferred straightforward mint toothpaste so morning routines really weren't that much of a struggle with her. Once she put the glass of water down on the sink, she eagerly turned her back to her dad and pointed at her loose hair. Anakin saluted as he began shaping her hair into the buns she loves so much. He reminded her not to mess with them too much or they'd fall apart, and she always responded that she knew that already.

They got in a single file line on their mission out the door. Anakin nabbed the containers of snacks and briefly freaked out wondering if he lost the cards before he remembered that they were in the kids' backpacks. He double checked if his keys and wallet were in his pockets, and to his relief everything was where it was supposed to be.

Well, mostly everything. He'd never forget about you, don't worry.

He put his phone on do not disturb before tossing in the front seat next to his along with the basket already sitting there.

Anakin told Luke and Leia to buckle their seatbelts as he inserted his key into the keyhole and started the car. He heard them buckle up and waited for the tell tale clicks before putting his car into drive. They had to leave than some of the other kids in their school would have to since they lived farther away, but because it was so early the twins could only yawn and hold onto the other twins' booster seat. Anakin thanked the cosmos and turned the radio on but kept it a low volume; Frank Sinatra's rich voice was the best company on a drive like this.

The school entrance was abundantly decorated. A large white banner along the front entry archway announced the festivities. A flurry of red, pink, and white ribbons hung across the ceiling of the lobby. Every door had hearts representing the students in their class covering them, the kids's names scrawled in their own messy handwriting with cheap crayons.

The door of your classroom was the last one on the left. You kept a bottle of hand sanitizer in front of it because you were very particular about hygiene, a trait that served you extremely well in your job. Luke and Leia pointed out where on the door their hearts were as they waited for you to open the door. The Skywalker family were the first ones there so Anakin wasn't sure if it was okay to just drop in on you unannounced. He wished that you would drop on him unannounced. He cradled his gift basket in his arms as if it were a fragile baby.

A few minutes later, your heels were heard clacking against the tile floor. The silver door knob jiggled before it stopped moving and the door took its sweet sweet time opening. Your head poked out and your face brightened when you saw who was at the other end. You sunk down into a squat, putting your hands on your knees as you addressed the children.

"Why, hello Leia; hello to you too Luke. You're a tad early, but you can go ahead and hang your backpacks on the hooks in your cubbies. I haven't finished setting everything up, so you can sit down on any of those chairs at the front of the class." You greeted them and shook their hands before pointing out where they could sit.

The twins obviously sat together. You didn't have assigned seating in your class, and you felt that Leia and Luke would be more comfortable sitting together during their first year at school. It wasn't guaranteed that they'd be in the same class next year. You were too sensitive to try to separate them. You cried a lot because of how scary school was when you were in their place, so you couldn't imagine being the cause for any tears your students shed.

Anakin was once again too caught up in studying your outfit. You had on a fitted shirt with a cardigan on top, it had thin strings that could unwind with no effort from him if he reached out and just pulled.

But that could wait.

The kids scattered off to choose their seats. Your classroom had three circular tables with five small red chairs. Each chair had a small blanket on the back with a valentine's pattern. The table at the front where Luke and Leia were sitting had heart shaped placemats with a lace trim that looked like it should've been a doily, but in a… good way. You had red and pink plates on the smaller table next to your desk, as well as clear forks and spoons that looked like they had confetti inside of them. You figured that the parents would bring all of the refreshments and you didn't know what your students would want; you thought that the safest bet would be to hang back.

Anakin did the most he could to soften his gaze when you straightened up and automatically locked eyes with the older man. He clocked how you instantly glanced down at the floor for a split second. You adjusted your collar, for some reason, and gave him the world’s smallest smile. Anakin was so certain that if he leaned in close enough, he would be able to hear your heart racing at the same accelerated pace as his.

Some say that means it’s love.

You fluttered your eyelashes, “Hi, Mr. Skywalker, thank you for coming. It’s always a pleasure to see Luke and Leia, but i’m glad that you could be here for them”

“Believe me, no one’s more happy about me being here than I am.” He blurted out without thinking, ‘Uh, I brought some snacks and drinks for everybody.”

You took in the capri suns and the desserts as your smile grew. Your hand curled around his bicep subconsciously, “Oh my gosh, that’s so nice of you! I’ll just put those over the-“

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Anakin sauntered past you to put the food down on the table next to your desk. He placed the frosted sugar cookies down first, followed by the capri suns and brownies.

He turned to face you and his shirt seemed to tighten over his chest as he rested his hands on his hips. His fingers flexed absentmindedly, like they wished they were gripping something else.

“I can handle it, sweetheart. I’m 42, not 72.” He chided you, strolling back over and chucking you under the chin; you were cute if you thought you’d be lifting a single finger the entire day.

The way you nearly fell head over heels trying to fix your assumed faux paus was even cuter, “No, no- I- I didn’t mean anything- I just- Y-you look very capable to me, sir.”

If your brain would let you, you would rip your face off to hide from your big mouth. Why the hell would you tell the much older father of two of your students that you think he looks “very capable”? WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO CALL HIM “SIR”?

Anakin scratched his chin and decided that he’d let you off the hook with no more teasing from him. That’s a lie though, he was confident that you could take whatever he gave you.

“Careful, don’t stroke my ego too much or I'll have to stroke yours. And please, I'd hate to have to remind you again, my name’s Anakin.” He was flirting a little too shamelessly for where you were, but he was still thinking with his upstairs head and guided you to a back corner.

“I actually got you something myself, but uh, if it’s all the same to you, I'd wait to open it until you’re nice and snug at home.”

He gladly took a short walk to your car with you and helped you set the basket down safely in the trunk. He told you to stand back as he slammed the trunk door shut; slapping it for good measure to make sure it was properly closed.

The two of you returned to your classroom and like the good little helper Anakin wanted you to know he could be, he helped you greet the incoming parents and students. He even took any concessions they brought and put them with the others

By 8:15 everyone you expected was in your classroom. A few kids were without their parents so you asked some of the other students to invite them to enjoy the party; a party’s no fun alone.

At some point around 9:00 you had the stray daydream of Anakin pinning you against the wall outside of your door as he savagely plundered your mouth with his teeth and tongue. Finger shaped bruises and a promise to ‘see you at home, baby’ would keep your usually freezing cold body warm. You glance at the man out of the corner of your eye to see that he was already staring. He looked like he wanted to teach you a lot of things.

Whatever that meant.

The morning half of the day consisted of the cafeteria delivering breakfast and watching a couple of movies that the class voted on. The Lego Batman Movie was first (a unanimous decision), and Wreck-it-Ralph was picked after that (some kids wanted to watch the minion movie like always but you were secretly happy that they weren’t the majority.)

Lunchtime was when you decided to let the students have the snacks, they were welcome to go down to the cafeteria with a guardian if they wanted actual food but they didn’t have to. You weren’t surprised when none of the seats became empty.

Anakin had to wrench the small plastic chair away from his ass before he winked charmingly and speed walked to the snack table to help you. The air between the both of you had inexplicably become charged with insurmountable tension. The chaos didn’t give you much chatting time so you could only glances and brush your arms together; how accidental those touches were was up for debate.

Especially when he needed to get through to the plates and forks behind you.

“Sorry, let me just squeeze past you.” He whispered in your ear, his big hands using your waist to steady you as he pressed his back flush against your chest.

In the blink of an eye he was gone. The invisible hands chained to your skin remained. You fanned your face with one of the cheap paper plates as you floated back to your body and got a hold of yourself.

You looked over at the Skywalker trio to see Luke and Leia point at you as they tirelessly tug on their dads sleeves until he caved. You saved him the trouble and went to them, bending down so you could hear the twins properly.

“Do you two need something? I could see you making a fuss over here.” You teased.

“Dad forgot to give you our presents….” Leia mumbled and Luke nodded sharply.

Your eyes widened, “Oh! You didn’t have to get me anything, but the day’s not over yet. You can give them to me now.”

“I did not forget, Leia.” Anakin shook his head, fidgeting in the uncomfortable chair. “They’re in the basket Dad brought, and your teacher has it in her car outside, okay?”

You nodded and confirmed their fathers words, “He’s right. I didn’t know that there were things from you and your brother in it too but it’s safe and sound. I pinky swear.”

Two much smaller pinkies met you halfway and wrapped around yours. The Skywalker twins giggled as they turned it into an impromptu arm wrestle competition and beat you easily. (You felt they were going to snap your finger off if they kept tightening their hold so you bowed out.)

Anakin watched with hearts in his eyes and his head propped up in his hand, his eyes crinkled at the inherent domesticity of the act.

Luke and Leia agreed to call their exhibition match a draw.

The sun had already set by the time you got home. You were so tired that you nearly dropped your keys down the stairwell; you didn’t want to spend your night fishing them out of the grass.The wicker basket in your arms was at risk of falling too but you got your door opened and you crumpled on the loveseat.

“Oof, I should probably get this sorted out now or I'll just forget about it.” You said as your body protested you moving a single inch from your sunken spot.

You grabbed your emerald green pair of scissors and cut the top of the plastic wrap off.The wrapping squealed as you tore it off the rest of the basket. You peered into it and thankfully it looked like a run of the mill teacher’s appreciation gift; for a valentine’s day it was a little strange but since it was from Anakin… you’d slip on your rose colored glasses.

There was a medium sized teddy bear, a couple three wick candles; your favorite was the one that smelled like the conversation hearts candy. There was also a custom made box of chocolates from the bakery you frequented, and three burgundy roses that you trimmed properly before dropping them in the vase on your kitchen island.

The ‘world’s best teacher’ stood out like a sore thumb but it made you smile anyway.

The teddy bear was incredibly fluffy and bubblegum pink; it’s holding a sparkly red heart with the word ‘princess’ sewed in hot pink thread in the center. You swept the fur away from its black eyes so it could see. The bear was pretty cute, and you had a problem handling your stuffed animal addiction, so you headed to your bedroom and laid it down with the rest of your plushies.

You yawned and your mouth stretched like a goldfish when it does the same thing. The strings of your red cardigan came undone by your hands and you let it slide off of you and hit the floor. Your pink ribbed top joined it when you gathered enough energy to give a damn and move your arms.

Your white bra was so plain but like hell if it didn’t make the man palming himself over his jeans rock hard. The kids were sound asleep in bed and the walls were thick so he could be as loud as he wanted. But this particular session wasn’t about achieving some grand climax. No. He just wanted to take things slow tonight. If he happened to gradually tumble over the edge along the way, he wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Anakin loved you, every inch of your body would soon be blissfully aware of that.

The miniscule camera in the dot above the i in Princess loved you just as much.

The fire that would wait to invite itself in for a surprise visit until you had left for work loved you more.

a/n: i had this in the drafts for a bit but i was having a moment so i didn’t post it until now. happy valentine's day 💞

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Darling! Hisoka Morow x Yandere! Reader

cw: NSFW • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Fem! Reader • Noncon turned Dubcon • Yandere Themes • Murder • Emotional Instability • Yandere! Reader • Drug usage • HC • PIV

This is not “reader” inclusive as I’d assume nearly 99.9% of you do not exhibit true yandere traits. This is written with a female yandere in mind. No other physical descriptors will be used, but “reader” will have psychological descriptors and habits which will likely not match the majority. Please keep this in mind while reading. Thank you!

To become so obsessed with a psychotic mass murdering clown magician like Hisoka, you’d need to be a special breed. Harley Quinn style if you will, but incorporating an even more massively unhealthy level of adoration and blindness.

Since Hisoka is a whimsical sociopath and amoral character, it’d likely attract someone that is… surprisingly selfless and mildly antisocial. His attitude and way of life likely trigger feelings of envy and jealousy at first within you. Why does he get to be so carefree? Why can’t you just slaughter your entire place of work when they piss you off?

So starts the morbid curiosity. Who is Hisoka Morow?

You’d see him in passing a time or two, maybe you’d even witness him kill or target an individual in battle. You’d stay undetected by Hisoka. This requires great skill in nen-ability and you’d likely be a pro-Hunter or something along those lines. You’d need to be incredibly powerful and a good strategist to have Hisoka as a darling. Specializing in stealth/tracking/spying would all do you well in aiding to observe stalk Hisoka.

He’d take a life so easily it’d stun you. His lack of remorse after even more. How does he feel so little? Why is he so easily aroused in battle? Why can’t you look away? Rationality will need to take a backseat in this budding crush you have. It won’t bloom into what you call “love” until he does something that speaks to you personally.

It’ll be entirely mundane too.

He’ll do one thing that will capture your heart. Maybe it’s when he spares Gon and Killua. He’d claim it’s because they’ll make worthy opponents later. You’ll see it as something else.

Once your feelings for him are established, it’s impossible to find fault with him anymore. Everything he does is perfect, utterly adorable and fascinating, and he’s a silly kitten who can do no wrong in your mind. His clawed finger nails are proof that the most harm he can do is claw up some curtains.

Hisoka is constantly on the move, traveling often and usually very light. He does have a few spaces he uses more like storage than actual living quarters. This where you spend time when you aren’t observing him. Going through his things, envisioning a future with him, imagining him tied to the bed.

You’ll be delusional but no so much you believe you can have him without force. Wild cats are hard to tame after all, and a superiority complex over Hisoka will begin to develop the longer you watch and learn about him. You’ll likely have dug up all the skeletons of his past. You believe you know him best, who else understands him so well but you?

This dig includes any lovers or even potential lovers. They’re in the way and need to be gotten rid of. You can’t let them ruin him now can you?

Finding all of his past lovers isn’t easy, especially without alerting him to anything suspicious at first. Thankfully, despite his track record of murders, his love life is stale at best. A few hookups when he was younger, no long term relationships, but he does have a notable relationship with a female from the Phantom Troupe.

Machi, a beautiful woman which Hisoka blatantly flirts with. More than the usual too, it holds a level of sexual tension which invokes unparalleled rage inside you. It’s ironically not directed at Machi, but she’ll bear the brunt of it anyway.

Hisoka is given both a sick and delightful surprise when Machi’s severed head is delivered to his hotel suite in a box. A love poem hand written by you in it, but it’s a warning for him too.

It’s a grotesque combination, but it’ll most certainly catch his attention. A bouquet might’ve sufficed too, but Hisoka will now know of your existence. He doesn’t think this is a love note though, he thinks this is revenge. He’ll be angry too, because whether Machi was ever a real love rival or not, she was someone he wanted to fight. His designated prey was caught and killed before he even had a true chance of tasting victory over them. That must mean you are an even better treat.

It’ll drive you wild seeing how desperate he becomes to track you down and find you. He comes close a few times too, but always just out of reach. His real niche laying in combat unlike you. It feels romantic in a sense, and it’ll drive the fantasy further that you two are meant to be together. He’s meant to be yours isn’t he? As you begin leaving even more obvious hints of your presence in his life, he’ll realize it’s not revenge you’re seeking.

He’ll figure out he’s got a perverted little stalker when he finds your cute lace panties left for him to find. No need to mention you’d touched yourself on his bed to the thought of him and came in them. It’ll be fairly obvious from the fact that he hasn’t been to this particular hideout in a while and it’s spotless. No dust. Everything perfect, but he didn’t clean before he left this one. Then he’ll see on the unmade bed, a clear sign of a woman having intruded and marked the area. Strands of your hair. Your scent. Your clothes.

Still, he won’t catch you. He’ll bait you too, and sometimes you wonder if you’ve been caught only to realize he just knows he’s always being watched now. He doesn’t know your exact location or if you actually are there. “I liked your gift… hmm, but it would’ve been a nicer surprise to see you in them~” he’s flirtation and goading. It’ll be difficult to resist him, when he’s seemingly speaking straight at you. You know the moment you reveal yourself though, he’s not going to drop to his knees and offer himself to you. It’ll be a battle on sight. Though the thought of him getting aroused because of fighting you… makes you itch to throw caution to the wind.

Instead you clear any and all traces of your presence for several long months, until Hisoka grows avidly annoyed and then slowly disinterested, moving on to other opponents and amusements. Being in your line of work means a very much endless cash flow, the resources available to keep up with your favorite pass time of just watching him in all his glory. He’s perfection, even as his face twists up into a manic monstrous expression as he slaughters his victims, you see nothing but an angel. Never mind the screams and begging for mercy, isn’t he so cute when he plays a magic trick for them? It’s easy to become overwhelmed with jealously occasionally, but you’re good at being patient and reminding yourself that person isn’t special, Hisoka is just entertaining himself.

It’s also hard to remind yourself you aren’t special either. While it takes a certain sense of superiority over a darling to develop yandere tendencies, you’re also affected by an inferiority complex about the world. This means you’re isolated in how you interact with the world, no close friends or relatives, no real hobbies outside of what assists you with your work, hardly any social interactions that aren’t required. This is what makes Hisoka so fascinating, and it’s also what starts your real downward spiral to depravity.

What makes you truly snap and lose control to your yandere tendencies , is nothing other than Hisoka himself.

He’s coming down from a recent high of a fight in Heaven’s Arena, only showing up due to being challenged as a floor master, but the fight had been surprisingly up to his standards. His opponent was both entertaining and thrilling until their end. He was in a good mood, a very good one, so when a spectator approached him batting their lashes and hinting at spending the night in his suite… he said yes.

That was strike one.

Strike two was the audacity of the piece of shit throwing themself at him. You carefully followed, silent and untraceable as sexual tension began to rise in the elevator all three of you shared. Only they thought it was just them.

Strike three. Wasn’t your presence at least somewhat obvious? It’s highly delusional on your end to become enraged at other’s ignorance to your presence despite your mastery of hiding it. It’s what allowed you to watch Hisoka so long after all, but illogical as it is, you were still pissed. Furious at both of them but now mostly at Hisoka. Who was leaning over them, letting his height and teeth aching sugary tone seduce this common stray off the street like they were his personal favorite. They weren’t. He didn’t have any real favorites. Only toys that were disposable and this was no different but it didn’t matter because he was yours. And it seemed he needed to learn this.

Even Hisoka can be taken off guard, especially with his pants feeling too tight and the piece of ass before him being all to eager to please.

He’s unconscious when you finally reveal yourself. The deafening scream echoing throughout the elevator as it finally reached Hisoka’s designated floor and opening. Unfortunately for the poor soul screaming who was just looking to get laid, you weren’t in the mood to grant them anything less than a brutal death.

“Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up shut shut up!” Your fist broke bone with each strike, until your victim lay unrecognizable and very dead. You’d released your nen, and every nen user in this entire Arena now knows you’re here, all because anger got the best of you.

It didn’t matter, because even with the corpse at your feet, you were still furious.

You took both Hisoka and the body out of the elevator and swiftly worked to clean up the damage and fluids. You didn’t need the Arena fining you again. Hisoka was out cold, but he’s quick to recover so you work on getting him into his suite and bed, working his wrists into nen blocking steel cuffs. He’s spread like a star fish, each limb hooked to the fancy bed posts. You muttered anxiously as you dug around your bag, hands shaking as you pulled out a small leather pouch about the size of your palm.

It might seem overkill, but chaining and drugging ensured your personal safety once he woke up.

Never mind the fact that you could just leave after disposing of the body. Your heart fluttering and cheeks flushing as you looked upon his unconscious body on the bed prevented you from acting within reason. No, you wanted him to see you, if for no other reason than to establish where he was.

Beneath you.

Hiding your presence and that of the corpse, you quickly left the building with Hisoka’s key card to properly rid yourself of the responsibility and allow yourself to fully focus on Hisoka.

Returning was quick and painless, this time not revealing your presence until back in Hisoka’s suite.

His face was angelic while he slept, though his head would likely ache from the powerful blow you landed to the back to get him in this state. You contented yourself with just watching him for the next hour or so, until with no warning, he woke up. It was odd how he didn’t even twitch. Just suddenly aware of his situation and surroundings, alertness to his features immediately. You wished it was a sleepier and cuter wake up, but you still found it adorable how on guard he was instantly.

Those lovely gold orbs landed on you and narrowed, despite his sly smile. He might appear relaxed and languid for someone chained up and hardly able to move their body due to relaxants circulating their system, but you knew he was furious. Hisoka, as much as he loves playing with others, hates being played with. You stayed silent, letting him observe and calculate, allowing him time to run through his options and every plausible scenario.

“Well… good morning Ms. Stalker.” His airy words sent visible shivers down your spine, his eyes and focus, for the first time entirely on you. He also seemed to note your reaction, his smile sharp and predatory. “Oh? You like the nickname? Bad girl… don’t you know not to play with magic?” He tested his restraints, with surprisingly more strength than you thought he’d have after injecting him. He’d require another dose then. You were quick to work on that, his eyes tracking your movements and realizing your objective.

“Not even going to let me play?” He didn’t resist as you sterilized his arm before injecting him with a fourth dose. Three should’ve been enough to tranquilize an elephant but Hisoka wasn’t a normal human. He flexed his hands and twisted his wrists, copying the same with his feet and ankles. The cuffs were made specifically for him. You’d kindly taken off his shoes and socks, but his shirt and pants remained on. You felt your throat constrict and thighs clench at the thought of him naked. You’d already seen it a multitude of times but he hadn’t known you did. Watching him shower and change so shamelessly.

“You look ready to eat me. Is that what this is dear? You got jealous when I brought another up here?” His nickname for you threw you off, your eyes widening and meeting his teasing gaze. He looked sinfully beautiful like this, at your mercy yet still so him. You licked your lips, feeling mildly nervous now that you were about to speak to him. This was too good an opportunity to pass up though.

“Yes,” he paused when you finally answered, “I…I was very jealous.” Your hands gripped the bottom of your shirt, the material bunching as the earlier annoyance was brought back to your attention. You grimaced, “This wasn’t really how I intended for you to meet me for the first.”

“Oh? But we’re here nonetheless aren’t we?” His tone was a bit snarky, but he was correct. What did you do now? Make every little fantasy you had come true?

“How about this, yes? You take these off and I give you a painless death. Isn’t that nice of me?” His words have your eyes snapping up to his face, his words not matching his sweet expression. He wanted to kill you? Not even fight? You frowned, a low boiling of rage in the pit of your stomach.

“You think you hold any power here?” You sneered back at him, walking to look down at his sorry figure chained up and at your mercy. He was being a brat. You backhanded him swiftly, his head cracking to the side at the force and momentum. His pale skin already reddening as a small trail of blood tricked down his chin. His gaze was on fire as he turned back to look up at you. Defiant and piercing, but his smile never wavered. “How about this, Hisoka, you stay right where you are, and maybe I’ll be nice and let you finish tonight.” His eyes widened, a small moment of shock taking over his features but he quickly schooled them again.

You began undressing swift, throwing your clothes to the floor until you were only in your underwear. Your chest heaved, nipples tightening under the cool air of the room and Hisoka’s gaze. You couldn’t place his expression exactly, a combination of desire and rage most likely. You climbed atop the bed and thus him, knees on either side of his hips as you made light work of his shirt. Shredding the garment and tossing it to join your clothes. His pants were next, now both of you almost completely naked and staring at one another.

“Is this your idea of a good time Ms. Stalker? Tying up innocent magicians and having your way with them?” You laugh at this sentence, because it was silly to think too much about. He was still being light and teasing but he was exuding a little bit of bloodlust.

“No Hisoka, my idea of a good time is just you in general.” You placed a cold hand on his abdomen, sliding it up gently until it reached his throat. “Watching you, hearing you, smelling you…” your eyes trailed up his naked torso to his lips for a moment, before connecting your gazes. “This is your fault really. I didn’t ask to be haunted by you, I didn’t ask to feel like this, I didn’t ask to want someone so badly I’d gladly watch this word burn if it meant you’d be entirely mine.” It was a deeply disturbing confession. You sat down, right over his erection where you could grind your pussy against him and elicit a beautiful hiss of pleasure and pain from him. “I can’t, oh, I can’t decide if I want to own you or be you really,” you panted, beginning a slow rock of your hips as your arousal soared. The object of all your affection beneath you, looking so much like a cat being bathed it brought a small smile to your lips. This was all turning you on, and he seemed to also be enjoying himself somewhat.

“I very much would love to humor you dear, but I really do recommend you remove these.” He dropped his facade, his expression turning dark as he realized how unlikely you were to release him. You were clearly deranged, maybe more so than himself. He tugged against his chains, the rattling echoing around the room but it only served to make you amused. Despite his words, his hips had begun to lightly buck up into you now. Both of your underwear soaked through, a combination of your slick and his precum. His voice and tone sent your hormones flying to cloud nine, your face starting to look intoxicated as you gazed down at him with obsession.

“You say you want them off but do you really want this to end? I could just… leave you here. All night. Maybe I’ll come back just to make sure you, haah, stay hard?” You were panting and a little sweaty, breasts heaving as you became more intoxicated by the moment and him. You looked spelled bound and he looked downright menacing. Of course, because out of all things, Hisoka likes control. His flirtatious attitude can not be mistaken as submissive, but here you were forcing him into such a role. Threatening him with a punishment if he didn’t behave like a dog.

It made him want to bite you like one.

“Pretty Ms. Stalker could’ve told me she wanted her little pussy filled, no need to go to such lengths-tss!” He flinched when you finally fished his cock free, your soft cool hand a striking contrast to his pulsing hot shaft.

“You’re so pretty Hisoka.” You were lost to your own fantasies, not really registering his words anymore. He realized it quickly as you focused all your attention on his leaking cock, impressed by the size and girth. It would hurt, taking him, but the thought of stretching around him was driving you wild.

But first… you dropped your chest low and opened your mouth. Your tongue had him groaning low, the sound of his teeth grinding together had you even wetter than before. You licked from base to tip, slow and sensual. He tasted sweet. Not salty or bitter like you imagined and it had you quickly and messily taking him into your mouth.

For all you were, you weren’t experienced. This was your first blowjob but you prayed not your last, because as you choked and gagged to take more him, he was losing it himself. What you lacked in experience and skill, you were making up for in enthusiasm and pure need to please. Observing his reactions as you let his tip finally sink into your throat even as tears pricked your eyes and fell down your cheeks. It burned and ached, but you pushed the pain down as you watched him. He finally gave in and kept your gaze as you worked to make him cum, sucking and taking him as deep into your throat as you could. You were making an absolute mess of his cock and balls, slobbering all over him. It was erotic and truly enticing, and the only indication he was close was the twitch of his lip and his hips trying to make you take even more of him.

You tried to get all of him in your throat when he came, but you failed by an inch or so. You stayed still as his hot cum coated your throat and mouth, moaning at his musky sweet flavor and making sure to suck and milk him for any leftover until he was choking on his own moans for you.

You made sure to clean him up nicely, licking and making sure even his balls weren’t missed. When you finally pulled back to look at him, you nearly passed out at the sight.

He was slightly sweaty, breathing a little heavier with half lidded eyes glaring and grinning viciously at you. His cheeks flushed, the left slightly bruised from your earlier hit. His lips red and bitten, a bit of blood still leftover on his chin. He looked gorgeous. You couldn’t be blamed when you were stumbling off the bed to grab your camera from your bag. No need to turn the flash off since he knows of your presence now.

He scowls as you snap his picture, looking beautiful and ruined just for you.

“I- sorry- I just need this okay?” You set the camera down, eager to return and continue touching him and exploring.

He snorted, looking at you in disbelief with mild amusement. “Is that so? You needed to photograph me naked?”

“What? No. I have lots of those already. I wanted one of your face after I made you cum.” He seemed flabbergasted at your answer, but you couldn’t help your eager hands from cupping his cheeks and leaned down over his face. “You’re just so pretty I can’t help it.” You told him honestly, his expression relaxing into something neutral as he observes you. Fine by you, as you begin kissing his face, hair, cheek you hit and then his neck. You lick and suck over his pulse, enjoying the masculine groan as you mark him up and lick his sweat. You’re trembling as you wiggle down to his chest, playing with his nipples. Swirling your tongue elicits the best response, his back arching lightly and proving your theory that his nipples are sensitive.

His hardening cock beneath you all the proof you need, your own nipples pebbled and aching as you drag your chest against his while you work.

When he bucks up again underneath you, you finally release his nipple with a pop. Looking at his tossed and adorably fucked appearance, you shiver. His hair messy from throwing his head into the pillows. You licked your lips, finally clumsily trying to get out of your underwear but failing because of your position. With a huff of annoyance you just tore them off, finally completely naked and slightly embarrassed by his stare.

It hardly mattered if he liked what he saw, you weren’t so far gone that you thought you looked anything like his earlier willing catch which you’d crushed- “Pretty thing aren’t you?” You paused your internal rambling when he spoke. His voice low and husky, not as flirtatious and teasing like his usual tone. You’d never heard him use this voice before, you eyes meeting his with curiosity.

He chuckled, but his bloodlust from earlier was gone like it had never happened, “What’s wrong? You were so eager just a moment ago, don’t tell me you’re shy now? Is Ms. Stalker a virgin?”

His goading voice was back, covering up his earlier tone like it’d been a mistake. Though you were surprised he hit the nail on the head. You were a virgin. Not because you lacked people willing to fuck you, but because you lacked interpersonal skills to have a normal relationship. Intimacy terrified you before you’d fallen for Hisoka, but after it was all you seemed to want. To touch him, feel him, make him feel good. You wanted him desperately.

“I won’t be much longer.” You looked away and solidified your resolve as you moved to hover above him again, your dripping cunt begging to be filled. You balanced using one hand on his hip, the other gripping his once more hard cock and lining him up with your entrance. You let his tip brush through your sensitive folds as you shakily released a breath. You took one small peak at his face, his eyes watching you like how a hawk might watch it’s prey.

You let his tip breach your entrance, no surprise that it stung. You didn’t prep yourself at all, and though you were wet enough, you wished you’d thought to carry a little lube in case this scenario ever occurred. It didn’t matter though because even if it hurt you were being connected to him and it made your chest swell with pride and happiness.

“Fuck, you’re tight- ah” he threw his head back and grit his teeth again, your gummy walls simultaneously sucking him in and pushing him out. It had him close already embarrassingly enough. The pleasure and pain mind numbing.

You’d only taken half of him but it was leaving you breathless, “m’trying” you could only gasp as you struggled to push more of him in, tears pricking your eyes once more as the pure stretch of his cock inside you was turning your brain off. It hurt but it felt good too.

“If you take these off, I’ll happily finish the job you’ve started dear~” Despite his tone, his face looked just as aroused and strained as your own. It was tempting, but deep down you really didn’t trust him. It came from knowing him that you didn’t trust him in the least. You shook your head, denying his prompting. His laugh is dark, even as his hips surge up to force another few inches into you. You cry out, bracing against his chest as you fall forward a bit. He does it again, sinking into you until finally you feel your hips meet and his tip kiss deeply into your cervix. You lay panting against his chest for a moment as his cock pulses inside you, your body pathetically struggling to adjust to his size.

“Take them off while I’m being nice.” He’s not asking, but still you shake your head and push yourself up, moaning as he sinks even deeper. Your hips take on an unsteady rhythm, testing the depth that feels the best but his hips throw you off each time you find the perfect angle. The stretch and friction drive you wild, your mind numbing to the pain and pleasure as you feel the coil inside you close to snapping.

“Feels good~” your moaning loudly, face fucked out and teary eyes locking with Hisoka’s. His eyes are burning, face scrunched up in frustration because your pace isn’t quite fast enough, nor is he hitting as deep as he’d like. His chains clink against the steel posts, you’re too distracted though to pay attention as you desperately work your hips towards your finish, bouncing on his dick. “M’gonna cum Hisoka” your deliriously close, the coil right about to snap-

When his chains do first.

“Huh,” You only get a split second to panic before he’s on you, breaking each steel bedpost and freeing his movement up again. His cuffs are still secured for a second but it’s meaningless a moment later when they shatter. His nen stored up enough to cancel their purpose of restraining him despite how much you’d paid that specialist who guaranteed no one could get out of them. Never mind that he should still be drugged up enough to he struggling to move at all.

You find your positions switched, your back hitting the mattress as you gaze up into his eyes now.

It’s silent for a moment, save your own pounding heart and icy fear now filling your veins. He just… looks at you. His face blank, eyes calculating but just when you decide it’s best to fight than let him slaughter you like this, he laughs.

Not like normal. This is borderline hysterical laughter, his hand wrapping around his torso as he howls with laughter.

Before you can activate your ability, he’s got a hand wrapped around your throat and squeezing just enough to warn you. “Did you think this would all just work out how you wanted dear?” You were scared, that was true, but as he nudged your thighs apart and dragged his still hard cock through your folds teasingly, you realized you were also horrifically aroused too.

All of your fantasies had you on top, because you didn’t trust him not to kill you if he was, if he even wanted to willingly touch you at all.

“Look at you~ poor thing,” he’s mockingly sweet as he leans over you, long tongue coming out to lick your tears off your cheek. As he leaned back, you truly didn’t expect his hand to leave your neck and slap you across the face. The sting follows after his hit lands, but it shocks you silly more than it actually hurts. You don’t have too long to think before he’s shoving himself back in, and your too far gone to stop the orgasm that slams into you. “Wait!” It too late even as you cry out, hands desperately grabbing on to something to anchor you. Him.

He hisses, face vicious as he stares down at you, “Did you really just cum?” His voice somewhat incredulous as he feels you twitch and writhe beneath him. He stayed still, letting you shakily come down from your high before he’s rocking into you.

Then he’s fucking you just how he likes. Hands gripping your hips in a death grip as he slams himself into your overstimulated cunt over and over. He leaves you mewling and fucked stupid beneath him as he mercilessly thrusts into you like a rag doll. You can’t keep up. Can hardly speak besides useless babbling, only making him laugh and sarcastically mock you for it.

“What’s wrong dear? Isn’t this what you wanted? Am I just so deep inside you~?” Cooing as you nod and cry harder.

It’s when he kisses you that you cum again. He tastes like bubblegum and you’re gone, creaming his cock as his tongue tangled with you own messily. It all feels too good, your arms wrapping around his neck, legs around his waist, while you just struggle to take it. His tip pounding away in a spot that has you gasping and sobbing below him, because despite everything, this is the most pleasure you’d ever felt. It was disorienting and left you mildly numb, his sharp claws trailing down your chest softly to settle his thumb over your clit and press until you came again.

This one was slightly painful, your muscles constricting so hard Hisoka finally fell over the edge himself. His moans so pretty, soft and deep as his hips still move despite him emptying himself inside you.

He recovers first, staring down at the pretty thing in his arms struggling to catch her breath.

You’d given quite the headache for a while now, but tonight really took everything up a notch. You certainly weren’t halfhearted, something of which he respected. You weren’t a weak thing either, his thrusts harsh enough to break a normal human’s hips, but you just looked fucked stupid. It was cruel of him to be so rough, but then again you’d really brought it on yourself hadn’t you?

You’d brought all this onto yourself, and whatever happened in the future too.

Because now he was a little hooked as well, and you were just too cute and interesting to leave alone now that he’s tasted you. Had you first.

He easily reached over to snag your camera, switching it on and snapping a picture of you still shaking and twitching with his cock still buried inside you and beginning to grow hard again.

Realization dawned on you, but even as you tried to move and get away from him, he had your wrist locked above your head to stop that nonsense.

“Nu-uh dear, I’m not finished. Not even a little.” His lustful gaze and sadistic smirk had you looking like a frightened animal, but it only served to rile him up further.

It’s after all, your fault for loving someone like him, right?

It’s important to note that once Hisoka becomes interested, he treasures it. But something he treasures one day can become trash the next… until you.

Hisoka is surprisingly a willing darling. Don’t think this reverses any roles, he’s not submissive to you in the slightest. He acts like a total brat but he’s dominant through and through, don’t expect to ride him unless he’s got full control to just fuck up into you.

He’s needier than you’d expect too. Not just with sex, that’s constant, but also in just having your company. He likes when you talk to him, interact with him, don’t expect to go back into observing from the sidelines. He’s all to happy to give you front row seats.

He’s just as jealous as you are, but he’ll purposely play into your jealousy by flirting with other women to rile you up. He just likes how you look enraged, finds it cute. If you do the same, he’ll make that individual sit tied to a chair while he fucks you in front of them until you can’t even apologize anymore. Then he’ll kill them. He welcomes the same treatment. You get a bit shy acting it out.

Bonnie and Clyde duo!

He’s not a yandere, though he gets jealous, he’s just a psychopath in general. He’ll still be Hisoka no matter what. While you can interact normally with others when necessary, your fixation on him will remain an outlier. Hisoka is just trash to everyone, and surprisingly decent to you. By your low standards.

He likes ice-cream and ice-cream dates. He’s an ice-cream date man.

Illumi doesn’t understand your relationship but respects your devotion. Wonders why more women can’t be like you. Hisoka likes that his friend is envious of what he has.

Enjoy your darling, he’s frustrating and difficult but all yours now!

Dividers by @benkeibear

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— summer dress, dsc

pairing: winwin x bottom m!reader cw: dirty talking, cumming, kitchen sex, moans

You wake up quietly and go swimming and sunbathing before breakfast. The water was so warm that you removed everything from your dresses, even your shorts, and enjoyed it. You return after 30 minutes of swimming far into the sea. You looked left and right, and there was no clothing. You asked the woman sunbathing on the beach towel where your clothes were. She said some kids stole your clothes and fled. But you're entirely naked, with your cock hidden behind your two palms. You don't know how to get home like this. The lady offered you her summer outfit because it was the only thing she could give you. You accept it and wear the dress, then ride your bicycle as fast as you can till you arrive home without anyone noticing you in that dress.

Even from outside, the smell of breakfast comes. You quickly left the bicycle and ran home without a single neighbor noticing you in that dress. Winwin has already made the breakfast. When he saw you, he double-checked you and spoke into your ear on the kitchen doorstep.

"Has anyone seen you in this dress?"

You shake your head, indicating no, and when you are ready to respond with some words Winwin unexpectedly places a spit kiss on your lips. You are surprised since you expected him to make fun of your situation or ask about the issue. But he didn't. Instead of this Winwin snorted, wrapped his arms around you, and gently kissed your lips. Winwin turns back to you, places a single finger on your face, and pushes you over the doorway into the kitchen while his kisses get more aggressive.

The dress is so tight that you cannot move. Winwin lifted you with both hands and set you on the kitchen countertop. You were naked, and your cock was so hard that it poked through the dress. While you were sitting at the counter, Winwin began rubbing his cock against your naked ass. His dick was so erect that it would no longer fit into his pajamas. Winwin brought his pajamas down to his knees and grabbed your left hand, pulling it towards his erect dick. You started rubbing his erect cock with your hand. He also placed three fingers in your hole. His hand was so cold that when he put his first finger on it, you flinched and moaned in a high pitch. Winwin was now erect enough and ready to be entered due to the hole's fingers. He put his saliva in his mouth and spat it onto your ass. Then he approached you. He grabbed both of your legs and pulled you to his side. The dress was so tight that you couldn't fully stretch your legs. Winwin gripped your back tightly to keep you from slipping on the counter as he gently began to enter his woody into your asshole.

With a strong push and pull, Winwin pushed his cock deep into your asshole. He was keeping his toes up while doing this. With all of his might, he pulled himself back one last time and pushed his cock deep into your asshole. This had gone beyond even your limit of pain. There you were, screaming and moaning in a seductive voice. Winwin waited a while to see if anything had happened, but you quickly grasped his ass tightly and pulled him towards you, making him stop taking his cock out of your butthole because you enjoyed this pain so much.

Winwin was breathing heavily as well, and he remembered to give you irregular kisses. You gave him an aggressive ass-cheek grip and began using your hands to control how quickly he was fucking you. With your hands, you were forcing him to move more and more. You moaned sexily every time he threw deep inside you. Winwin lifted his hands from behind, set you down on the counter you were seated on, and lowered your head to the ground. With both hands, he seized your dress and dragged you toward his erected-cock.

He grabbed you by your dress. He was making you go back and forth. On the last thrust, the dress couldn't stand it anymore and tore in his hands. Winwin lost his balance and fell over you. As if nothing happened, his cock was still inside of you, pushing it as far as it could into your ass. As Winwin thrust the last time, you gave him a strong hug and felt something moisturizing your ass. Within your hot asshole, Winwin had cummed his cold sperm. You sucked the rest of the sperm on your palm and grasped his cock with your hand while he was in heavy breathing. Then you picked up and threw the tattered dress below. The breakfast Winwin prepared for you while he was fucking you was cold, but you were already satisfied with his tasty cum.

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The Art of seduction

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲! 𝐎𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩/ 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐭. 𝟗𝟎% 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟏𝟎% 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎% 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜. ( 𝐖𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧…)

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𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬. 𝐁𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡!!! 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭!!! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐫, 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧; 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭-𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞/𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞�� 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐭/𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥, 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 ��𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤/𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 ( 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞).

◇𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝑾𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑭𝒊𝒕 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒁𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒏◇

𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 ��𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐬, 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐲. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭! 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲; 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥 (𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞) 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲; 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐠, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭. 𝐎𝐨𝐩𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝! 𝐌𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥! 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐏! 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐏! 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓! 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓! 𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐆! 𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐆! ….

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𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞-𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐫 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐲.

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𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟒𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐛 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧… 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐚, 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐔𝐏, 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊'𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓!!! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐩. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫.

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𝐅𝐨𝐱, 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧. 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐫, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮… 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬/𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐜 on the 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬. 𝐀 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞/𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭/𝐛𝐫𝐚, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭; 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤/𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐦/𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮/ 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐭, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰ri𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐞 them 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐏𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫………. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐦, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞ir 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐫. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬; 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

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𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐨, 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥, 𝐮𝐧-𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔: 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐳 || 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢

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preeningpisces · 3 months

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Sukuna NSFW Headcanons

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate or write something about any of these ♥️

18+ content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader, dark content

TW: implied non-con, mentions of death, Sukuna is not nice!!!

♛ Boy oh boy. Mr. Monsterfucker wet dream himself

♛ For starters, make no mistake: Sukuna gives absolutely zero fucks about your pleasure. You’re there solely to please him, and it makes no difference whether you enjoy it or not

♛ Knows where the clit is, he just doesn’t give a fuck lmfao

♛ I think one thing that would make him actually intelltionally please you--which is very rare, but happens on occasion when he's in a good mood---is sounds. If you make sounds of pleasure he likes, he’ll try to get more out of you. Again, not for your benefit. It's purely because it brings him some satisfaction. It’s the same with sounds of pain tho, oof

♛ Not very noisy, but doesn’t stifle any sounds either. Definitely a grunter. Talkativeness depends on his mood

♛ I definitely agree with the notion that he’d have concubines. As we know him now, I can’t imagine him falling for anyone or being loyal

♛ With that in mind, Sukuna doesn’t really have a type. His concubines all look very different. Yuki asks Sukuna what his type is and he just says pussy

♛ One thing he appreciates about you is how your soft body fills his hands. With him being humongous, having someone larger just feels more comfortable. Sometimes he just wants that vava-voom if you know what I mean. Also enjoys how your thighs feel when you're riding him--their softness rippling against his muscles

♛ That’s not to say Sukuna doesn’t have preferences, I just don’t think they’d be consistent, or that he’d care enough to pick up on a pattern. He just sees someone & knows ‘I’d stick my dick in them’ or ‘Uraume feed me this ugly hoe’

♛ OF COURSE he has a double-decker dick!! The one on the bottom is more sensitive. He likes having one of his concubines riding the top one, and another sucking his cock and balls

♛ His cum shoots--it gets airtime. Think that scene in Devilman Crybaby

♛ Without a doubt a sadist, in every way. Making you cry, making you bleed, & hurting you all get him going. Big on dacryphilia, and degratation

♛ Absolutely nooooot going to be submissive. Nope no way, especially not to some lowly human or sorcerer such as yourself. He’d have to see you as an equal, and even then, I’m not sure he would

♛ Not submissive but lowkey a pillow princess LMFAO you gotta do all the work. He just lazes while you suck him off or ride him

♛ When he’s in the mood he treats you like a fleshlight. If he legitimately railed you, it would do permanent damage. Mfer is 8ft tall—if he were to actually pound you with vigor you’d DIE. In fact, he probably does that when he doesn’t care to keep someone….yikes let’s not think about that

♛ Honestly I don’t imagine he’s that freaky or kinky. Really just wants to blow his load in (or on) someone pretty & that’s about it

♛ The freakiest thing he does is use his tummy tongue—largely because it frightens you & his other concubines bc, yknow, he could legit eat you. Also, he just wants to eat some pussy every now & then, and there’s no way he would lower his head or kneel for anyone

♛ He eats pussy for his own pleasure, not yours, but that tongue is so big and slippery you usually cum anyway. Doesn’t stop until he’s had his fill

#sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x chubby reader #chubby reader #tw death #tw noncon #tw sadism #dark content #divider by saradika #Might make a non-curse AU part 2 for him since they would be so extremely different #dreams of sukuna ☁︎#nightmares ☽#headcanons ☽#sukuna headcanons #dreams ☽#sweet dreans ☽#wet dreams ☽

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zazter-den · 10 months

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Twisted Reverence

Minors Do Not Interact

Synopsis- You were so caught up in avoiding the Bakugous and Endeavors of the world, that you forgot that dangerous men can sometimes be soft.

Now it's too late.

Warnings- Yandere Deku, NonCon, Babytrapping, Lactation, Imprisonment.

Tags-Aged up(obviously), SoftYandere!Izuku, SoftDom!Izuku, Afab!Reader, Pregnant!Reader.

Word Count- 1K words.

Izuku leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead before moving his hand to caress your swollen belly as you lay on his bed. Izuku's touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he felt the slight movements of your unborn daughter beneath his fingertips. His emerald eyes flickered with a mix of adoration and possessiveness.

"You're doing such a good job carrying our little one," he whispered with a hint of pride "She's going to be just like her father, a hero in the making." His voice was soft, but brimming with excitement.

Izuku's calloused hand trailed down from your belly to your hip, fingers grazing your skin in a feather-light touch. He leaned in against your ear as he purred, "Let me help you relax, darling. I promise, I'll make you feel good."

His lips descended to your neck, placing a series of soft, tender kisses along your skin. He nipped lightly at the sensitive skin, taking care not to leave any marks. His hands moved to skim over your curves, his touch firm yet gentle, eliciting a shiver down your spine.

"I know you hate me, my love," Izuku whispered heavily against your neck, his voice tinged with a mix of desire and sorrow. "But I'll show you... how good we can be together. How much pleasure I can bring you."

His thick fingers dipped lower, tracing along your inner thigh, their warmth contrasting with the cool air of the room. Izuku's touch became bolder, his fingertips pressing against your slick folds, seeking out your swollen clit.

"Give in to me, darling," Izuku murmured huskily, his voice dripping with twisted reverence. "Let me take care of you, completely and utterly. Let me make you forget about everything else, and only focus on the pleasure I can give you. You belong to me now, and I'm going to show you just how much I adore you." His touch was skilled, teasing and coaxing pleasure from you with each stroke. Whether you liked it or not, Izuku knew you inside and out.

Izuku's lips curved into a sly smirk as he continued to stroke your soaked folds with tantalizing skill. His fingers moved faster, adding more pressure on your sensitive clit, his touch becoming rough with terrifying precision.

As Izuku continued his ministrations, his lips found yours, claiming them in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue danced with yours, exploring every crevice of your mouth with a hunger that matched the intensity of his desire. The grip on your body tightened, pulling you closer to him as his own arousal grew, mingling with the heady scent of lust that filled his bedroom.

He pulled away from the kiss, lips trailing down your neck as his mouth found its way to your breasts, his green curls tickling your face for a brief moment. The sight of your swollen nipples, leaking with milk, sent a jolt of hunger through his veins. Izuku's tongue flicked against your sensitive flesh, lapping up the sweet nectar that spilled from you. He suckled on each breast, his teeth grazing and tugging at your nipples, simultaneously gentle and demanding.

The No.1 Hero lifted you effortlessly, his hands gripping the underside of your curvy thighs, positioning you to straddle his lap facing him. You could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against your folds, aching for release. Izuku guided you down, impaling you on his member in one steady motion.

With the way you were seated on his thick dick, his thumb still grinding your clit, you really couldn't help it. A moan escaped your lips as he filled you completely, stretching your walls with a pleasurable sting. The swirl of sensations was intoxicating. Izuku's rough hands gripped your hips firmly, setting a rhythm that was both relentless and somehow controlled. But that was the Izuku Midoriya you knew.

With each thrust, Izuku bullied that sweet spot inside you, driving you to the brink of ecstasy as he pumped into you with unwavering determination. The room filled with the sounds of your bodies colliding, mixed with your huffed gasps of pleasure and his husky moans. Your hands found support on his chiseled chest, fingers brushing over a few of the many scars lacing his tan body.

Izuku's mouth found yours once more, claiming your lips in a heated kiss. Tongues tangled, breath mingling, as you lost yourself in the pleasure that consumed you. His thrusts became more desperate, the pace quickening as his climax approached.

As the intensity built within him, Izuku felt your walls clench around him, a pulsing heat that pushed him closer to the edge. With one final, barely restrained thrust, he filled your with his undeniably potent seed. A shiver ran through you as you felt the familiar feeling of cum leaking from your poor pussy, wet trails dripping down his balls and onto the sheets beneath you.

Izuku held you tightly, his breathing ragged against your hair as waves of the pleasure pulled from you still coursed through your body. He pressed gentle kisses against your temple, whispering words of affection and adoration.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice filled with a poisoned sincerity that gripped your chest in a painful vice. "And I'll do whatever it takes to make you love me too."

Izuku's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessive force. He pulled you closer to him, the hard length of his cock still buried deep inside you. His muscular arms wrapped you in a unyielding hug, as he pressed more kisses to your hair. The sensation sent waves of conflicting emotions through your body, pleasure mingled with distinct feeling of being caught in trap. "I won't let you go," he whispered, breathless voice echoing in your ears. "You're mine now, my love, and I'll protect you, provide for you both. You don't have to worry about anything anymore."

There was a darkness in Izuku's emerald eyes, a glowing possessiveness that made your heart race with trepidation. He leaned in, nuzzling his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to a low and dangerous murmur. "Trust me, darling, you will grow to understand. I just want what's best for you. And that includes being with me."

An original broke artist haiku:

Buy Me a Whiskey

Because You Want Me Tipsy

So I'll Write More Smut

#yandere izuku #izuku x reader #deku x reader #yandere bnha #yandere mha #mha smut #yandere #mha x reader #bnha x reader #yandere x reader #bnha smut #minors dni #dark content #tw noncon #dividers by @cafekitsune #Zaz drabbles

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m0uchie · 4 months

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Hi hi!! I'm pretty sure this is my first time requesting so I am a bit scared afjrjwj...

Anyways could you do Scara x reader (could be gn,whatever makes you comfortable!) where Scara is a complete nerd and is just explaining to reader about his nerdy interests/hobbies while reader just thinks about devouring and worshipping him 🤭

You could ignore/delete if you want or if it doesn't fit with your rules!!(I did read them but just in case) have a great day/night and take care of yourself!!❤️

𐙚 secret obsession

⟡ you discover what Scaramouche's face (a boy in your class) really looks like and now you can't stop thinking about him

— pairing : nerd!scaramouche x gn!reader

— warnings : NSFW; reader is obsessed? A bit too much, lmao; yandere reader; penetrative sex (in reader's imagination); oral (m!receiving)

— a/n : HIII! YOU LOOK SO SWEET :( Don't be scared to send smth, I loved your request 🫶 I hope I did your first request well and ty for reading the rules😭😭

part 2

You know what they say about not approaching the shy kid who sits alone at break because they usually mean trouble? You did completely the opposite of that.

Scaramouche should've been the smartest boy in your class. However, his presence went unnoticed by the other students, even though he had a charming beauty that he hid behind his hat and corrective glasses. These same glasses that you picked up from the floor when he collided with you while blindly speeding up his steps in the hallway with a stack of notebooks in hand to deliver to the professor.

Your mouth opens in shock at finally seeing him without that giant hat he wore all the time, lying on the floor along with his lenses and notebooks. Soft skin, round and bright eyes of a vibrant color like a doll that you couldn't stop staring at.

"Y-you're in the way." he mutters, lifting his finger to adjust the glasses that hung on the tip of his nose with his other arm holding the notebooks tightly against his chest, and slightly panicking when he notices the lack of presence of the frame.

"You're welcome." you level up the glasses to his face, straightening the messy strands of hair on his head with your fingers and a smirk on your face. He blushes and forms a pout with his mouth, mumbling something you couldn't hear and taking his glasses back from your hand, without even looking back before running away.

As the days passed, the more lost your mind seemed to become after your sudden encounter with Scaramouche. You'd taken the hat he had forgotten home, as he had run away from you out of the blue that day and left it with you. Until now he didn't seem to notice the lack of the accessory, unlike your mind which couldn't erase the meeting between the two of you from your memory.

Your thoughts were always about him and what happened that day, how silly he looked wearing glasses, but still how satisfying it was to know that you were the only one who was aware of his ethereal beauty. Your concentration was unconsciously broken the moment your eyes landed on Scaramouche, head wandering through scenarios that you created about him and made your heart race without your permission.

The situation got to the point where one of your teachers called you to talk about your sudden lack of attention during class and your friends started to worry, asking you if everything was okay, you just shrugged it off as a personal problem.

Maybe if you took the time to actually talk to him and get to know him better, that would stop, right? Wrong.

It was incredibly difficult to maintain a topic with Scaramouche (that or he didn't pay you the slightest attention). He was closed off, in a way that scared you. His hat was still stored with you inside a large bag that you took to school every day. You weren't the shy type, so why so much trouble handing his belongings back? It's not like you got attached to it or anything...

But in the end, talking to him ended up being inevitable, as you were paired up together to work in pairs by a great irony of fate. All you had to do was ask a simple "what do you have in mind?" for him to start babbling on his own, and you just assumed that was how you'd bring up a topic next time...

"Next time?" This should be the last one! It was just a matter of handing over his hat and continuing with your life, but did you really want that?

He would never know the dark places your mind wandered to as he spoke huge sentences without a single pause. How his velvety voice sent you soaring.

It was so naughty of you to take your fantasies — that you were supposed to have in the confines of your room — to the classroom, your thighs rubbing against each other under the table in search of relief.

"Are you even listening to me?!" His call would bring you back down for a second. Your chin rested in the palm of your hand, but without stopping your mouth from opening and a little drool dripping from the corner.

Maybe you would listen to what he had to say if he threw you face down against a counter, aggressively took off your shorts just to fuck you from behind :(

Of course, it'd be more difficult to understand and assimilate what he wanted to say in your fucked out state, but he could thrust the knowledge into you!! Moving his waist like crazy and laying his chin over your shoulders. His mouth so close to your ear that all you could hear were his off-key moans.

He'd look so cute all concentrated!! Eyes closed and sweat running down his forehead. At some point he would get so out of control that his tongue would roll out, and thin lines of drool could be seen in his mouth. You could be his little fuck toy, as long as he uses you and only you for his pleasure.

The way he'd squeeze your waist too... After having made you cum so many times, of course that area of your belly would be sensitive! The way he squeezes you, at the same time he thrusts his dick with all his might into your wet hole, you think you're going to faint. It even feels like he's hugging you like a cute teddy bear, without caring how messy he's leaving your insides.

"You're not paying attention again..." he complains, clearly irritated. You nod and he rolls his eyes, continuing with his speech when he thinks he's got your attention.

But maybe that's not the right way... He should leave you on your knees in front of him, sucking his dick willingly so you can learn your lesson. Doing your job of cleaning him up after he had taken his cock out of you.

Classes end and you say goodbye to Scaramouche. He's clearly surprised when you pull him into a hug, rushing out before he can say anything, smiling and giggling. Now you were covered with his sweet scent. The same fragrance that impregnated his hat.

Oh, and about the hat... Who knows, maybe one day you'll return it to its owner again? It's still very useful to you. (╯︵╰)

part 2

#𝜗𝜚 [ m0uchie posts! ]#૮꒰ requests ꒱ა #+18 content #divider by cafekitsune #tw: obsessive behavior #scaramouche smut #wanderer smut #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #scaramouche x reader

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faetreides · 5 months

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FIND YOUR LOVE | CORIOLANUS SNOW

summary: modern!coriolanus snow thoughts

cw: crack treated seriously vibes, typical coryo warnings, possessiveness/obsessive behavior, piss kink mention, period blood mention, spit kink mention, slight impact play mention, coryo and reader both have double majors because they’re overachievers, plus sized reader implications, drake mention, reader has bunny teeth & hip dips & glasses, talks of carving letters into skin, spying mention, overstimulation mention, images used in social media elements are not an exact represtation of the reader’s gender or image & are more about the vibes, “wife” usage but he’d feminize you no matter what, implications of sejanus playing the long game, 18+ minors dni

word count: 2.4k

requests are open (read the rules first <3)

block & move on if uncomfortable.

do not repost or translate!!

Unaware rich kid because while a tragedy did happen in the family (his mother dying in childbirth according to his politician father who was later assassinated) nothing happened to really set them back to square one like in canon. He never really has had to claw himself back to the top, he’s just always been on a steady elevator ride to it.

Clumsy in the beginning in the way that he tries to be intimidating. He’s never had to starve so how can he understand its usefulness as a weapon?

Meets scholarship student double major classics and archaeology (minor in philosophy) reader who has only ever struggled.

The type to violently beat someone to near death on a whim and smirk as he’s escorted out of the police station with apologies because his family’s amazing team of lawyers were called.

Definitely part of some Saltburn ass family where you visit and you’re just like “what the fuck?” the things the 1% normalize (there are rumors of his family being cannibals back in the day, they might be a crime family, his high school principal fucked his mom AND his dad) never cease to disturb and confuse you but the gardens are very nice!

Strolls with you through them to seem romantic but also to brag about his family on your second date that he insisted be at his house (he was kind enough to let your first be at his family’s vacation house in the south of France)

Piss kink (creaks the bathroom door open to hold your hand or he leans against the door and stares you down if you take too long), period sex (more the type to eat you out on your period though) spit sharing and smearing, etc. Because of his carefully manufactured image, when he’s in love he just wants to completely let go and be gross and have that he accepted by the person be loves (plus it scratches the possessive itch in his brain by marking you and knowing you’d be too embarrassed to do it with anybody else)

Really only hand spanks you when you’re actively fucking and he’s so caught up in it all, he just grips the flesh of your ass and furiously jiggles it in his hands in between brisk strikes of his open palms and gets caught on your hole accidentally, it gets to the point where you’d want him to hit harder even if you thought you wouldn’t be into it because it’s just so unintentionally teasing.

Unlike the stereotypes, wouldn’t really be into drinking (other than wine because he thinks he’s above the beer drinking peasants) or drugs (other than the occasional line of cocaine 🤭) thinks keeping a clear head while you’re doing evil plotting is important. Typical white college rich boy hypocrisy (keeps you away from it though, even weed because it can kill your brain cells and he likes his bunny smart.)

He WILL carve his full government name onto you like a womb tattoo if you answer his texts 5 seconds after he expects you too. You CANNOT play with him.

Asked you out by leaving a bouquet of roses on your desk every morning with a note like “these are my grandma’am’s roses, and their beauty could only remind me of you 🥺🥹” (he threatened your roommate to deliver them and made sure they did thanks to the hidden camera he also had them put in)

Double major Political Science and Latin, minor in Philosophy but he likes ancient/older philosophy more. #1 “um actually 🤓👆” offender (hell is hot but his body runs ice cold, so he does not care <3) someone says they like philosophy and he goes “name three philosophers other than Nietzsche and Camus. I bet you’re the type to read Kafka too huh? whore.” (/j)

So hot though like modern Coryo has the curls but a touch shaggier. Everyone on campus turns their phones to the side and takes “discreet” pictures and makes those whisper posts like “need me an unhinged crazy jealous psycho possessive bf” but they’re not you so that wish will never come true :)

Say you’re going to McDonald’s, and he will kill you (if you’re from the south and you try to feed him anything traditional you’re used to, his charcuterie board and caviar eating ass will implode)

Another student in class asks you to borrow a pencil & his brain genuinely goes haywire so without looking he sends them the “let’s play a little game I made” TikTok (by the time you look back at him, he’s warmly smiling as he makes sure you see his hand sliding up his thigh)

If you think you’re working after getting your degree (he could’ve made you drop out, be grateful you get to spend more time together this way) then you’ve got a big storm coming (hope you can accept being baby trapped mwah)

He’s your little chihuahua named sparkles that bites people.

Emotional drake listener

The type where if you 99.7% (he will allow some wiggle room) give into his delusion and insanity, it’s nothing but smooth sailing (for you) and sex would still be passionate but never rough. Sometimes he slips a bit, but you just get more family heirloom jewelry and 5 billion sessions of oral as apologies.

On the swim team and runs track (somehow still looks hot no matter what doing those sports, wants you lick all the sweat off his body after he’s done. (he’d do that for you.) has a private yacht and does polo with Sejanus.

You once sat down, opened a package of cabbage leaves and went to town & Coryo knew in that moment that love is not a choice, it’s a curse.

Buys you mountains of clothes (the softest sweaters or the tightest evening wear because he loves how nothing about your body is hidden from him and one of his favorite ways to wind down is to soothe the marks left by the tight clothes digging into the chub of your tummy with his tongue) also loves how much bigger your thighs get when they spread out as you straddle him in one of his buttons up that reaches just under your ass.

Has a garage full of classic cars that he fucks you in and takes you on drives in.

(Insp. by that one video) fucks you on your stomach while cradling your jaw and when he’s done, he’s kissing down your back and all over your ass while hold a hand on the back of your neck. Eats you out upside-down kneeling straight up on the bed, the skin of your thighs spilling between his fingers as he grips them and nearly bends you in half. You don’t really ride him because he uses you like a fleshlight.

Tits guy no matter the size, prefers jerking off over them and covering them in cum over a boob job.

He won’t let you out in it, but you can be his bunny for Halloween since your front teeth remind him of a bunny, he already has the ears and tail waiting for you. That tweet where it’s like “okay everybody my bf’s about to walk in you all have to clap or I’m blowing this whole fucking building up” but that’s him when it comes to you.

Canon era snow is a girl dad, but modern snow is a boy dad, I fear.

Met you when you had just finished checking into your dorm, you were scrambling all over the place and without looking you bumped into the it boy of the school. His hands suddenly curved like shackles around your hips, his fingers subconsciously stroking your hip dips being the only reason you both didn’t careen to the floor from the collision.

“You should be more careful, wouldn’t want you to get a nasty bruise now, would we?” said with an unreadable yet playful tone and a snake’s smile, lips slightly curled up in the corners and a little too many teeth showing to feel truly comforted. His tongue flicks over his canines for a split second.

Smells like Maison Francis Kurkdijan’s baccarat rouge 540 (buzzcut Coryo gives Dior Sauvage vibes)

Matching airpod max sets and lets you put little bows on his.

Impeccable cable management, phone wirelessly charging on the nightstand or kitchen counter until it’s at 100% and doesn’t charge it again until it’s at 1%

Teaches you how to swim if you don’t know how, with a hand curled under your neck and another under your thigh to help you float. But has no problem just lounging with your back on his chest on the deck of his yacht or laying his head on your chest while you read together on the private beach he booked during your trip.

Slowly fingers you while making out with you and massaging your throat with his other hand. His chunky rings make clanging sounds against your pussy, and he smiles into your lips when you whine. He rests his forehead against yours & slowly spits in your mouth when it falls open as he makes you cum over and over until you’re too tired to leave the apartment he bought for the two of you.

Jiggles your tummy rolls when you’re fucking but sometimes, he’ll just casually bite them, loves laying his head on your stomach and when you sleep. He likes to have a firm grip on the chub of your tummy. He also just plays with it, pulls it, and kneads it but occasionally he’ll gently smack it.

NUTS ON YOUR STRETCH MARKS LIKE HE’S ICING A CINNAMON ROLL

Anyway, his grandma’am owns a fleet of flower shops across the country as well as managing the snow family’s gardens, and luckily enough the one closest to campus was hiring when you enrolled!

Pisces sun Capricorn rising Aries mars, stay strong.

Has to look you in the eyes or he can’t cum.

Always keeps glasses cleaner and a microfiber cloth on him so the second he sees you rub your eyes in frustration because you can’t see through them anymore (because in your mind that would somehow fix it) and reach to grab them off your face, he’s snaking his hand out and snatching them up. He doesn’t even give then back to you; he tenderly tucks your hair behind your ears and slowly slides them back on your face. literally booping the center of them with a grin. Also has your custom designed glasses case (with his initials) in one of his bag’s front pockets.

You asked him to buy you the Gojo skin in Fortnite and he grumbled “you already have my information.” But in his mind, he’s like “what does he have that i don’t?” 💀 (he’ll lose his mind when he finds out you like Geto more). Will play with you on a team consisting of the two of you and Sejanus. (so, he can keep an eye on you two)

Has very pretty cum, pearly and so thick you get jump scared when it leaks out because your pussy tries to weakly clench to keep it inside and it just pushes through. Cums less often but when he does its huge continuous loads, humps against whatever part of you he can like a dog and lays his head on your chest.

You could almost argue he likes anal more than anything else. When he eats you out, you run an extremely high risk of him “getting lost” and starting to eat out your other hole. When his dick slips out, he makes you watch while he slaps it against your clit and drags it through your slick to teasingly act like he’s going to push it into your ass.

Kisses his camera when you fall asleep on facetime if you’re apart from each other. wipes his lips afterwards though for sanitary reasons.

For sure the type to go overboard when someone says they want honest advice. Then when they’re on the verge of tears and he’s made everything worse, he goes “that’s just me though, who am I to judge yk? take it with a grain of salt.”

Museum dates but he’s pointing at depictions of goddesses and saying, “that’s you.”

Will drop kick those annoying Sephora kids if you need a certain product that they’re going after.

Y’all are battling for who has more products, your bathroom so is huge but every time you move something’s always falling off the double vanity sink.

If you need an inhaler or an EpiPen or anything like that, he’ll always have one on him. when you need it, his reaction is so fast you almost can’t see it and he tries to hide how his hands shake slightly even if the attack you're dealing with is more minor.

You could tell him you hate coconut and when you go on your fancy little dates to 5 stars restaurants, if your plate has even the tiniest hint of coconut, he’s sending that back with the harshest glare on his face imaginable (“They asked for no pickles!” *Gunshots* vibes)

Gets jealous of fictional characters, you show the slightest interest in a man who’s literally not real and his eye nearly falls out from how much it twitches.

The possessive bf coded TikTok trends you’d make him do would go crazy though like the nails on his dick through his pants one, any princess treatment one, any one where you’re dancing and he has to cover you, “hey daddy” & other text ones.

Alarms every five minutes, not only for him but he wants to be awake at the same time as you for a bit before you have to go your separate ways during the day. (kisses your temple when you slump against him while you try to wake up)

“What’s up, Petal?”

“What’s up, Coryo?”

While he acts like he’s been doing you a favor all this time, he would get you that engagement ring that has a spike going through the finger bone in it, and he would get a matching one <3.

Double penetration with a dildo that’s a replica of his cock 😻😽

Closet bi (childhood crush on Sejanus, who btw has been eyeing you too much for his liking lately.)

Scars on his back from An Incident. shaved his head and dropped out of school for a bit but it wasn’t hard for his family to get him back in

Gives you the worst side eye when you ask him to play Roblox total drama island with you but when Sejanus offers, he’s galloping to his pc (he absolutely kills it, like he’s undefeated and he’s not afraid to bully whatever kids are in the game)

Vibes:

a/n: this is lowkey so cringe but i am free. i hate him (i'd tell him i love him on the first date.) will definitely do more with this verse but have this brainrot for now. hope you enjoyed anyway! btw i'll actually be opening comissions next month. so i'd really appreciate it if y'all would keep that in mind! talk to me about modern coryo or any version of coryo lol.

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