#also i like people better when i don’t know what they like on social media

[hyakujuuou]

One thing that I think TikTok achieved better than any other social media app (of my time), and the thing that set it apart from other social media (again, of my time) was that first being the cringe app and then being *the* social media app during the pandemic created a culture of imperfection that actually allowed it to develop its own unique cosplay subculture and be the origin site for somewhere between “a lot of” and “the majority of” the memes of the past 5 years. If I were to narrow down one reason why TikTok is this popular as a social media, it would be the culture of imperfection, and I’m legitimately doubtful that this will carry over to a US-owned TikTok.

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On the other social platforms that I’ve experienced (Google+, YouTube, Tumblr, Instagram, a brief stint with Twitter), there has always seemed to be an expectation that I’m putting my best face forward, and that I’m sort of polishing my words and content, and publishing something that is as perfect as I can manage at that moment.

For cosplay specifically, it is my perception that TikTok successfully developed its own kind of subculture within cosplay as it is done in online spaces, and that it exemplifies the sort of imperfection culture that makes TikTok appealing in a way that Instagram doesn’t. On TikTok, there’s much more of an expectation of imperfection and improvement that allows much more experimentation, less immediate competition, and gives a cosplay stage to people who wouldn’t be able to access conventions for travel or money or ability reasons. On TikTok, I’m not worried about my cosplay being perfect or even being finished— it was common to present works in progress and even to not know what a ‘finished’ version of the cosplay would look like, or if one ever even wanted to finish the build. TikTok was less of a performance in the way that cosplay IRL seems to me and less of a simulation of that performance in a way that IRL cosplay carries onto other social platforms. I think the best ways to describe the energy of TikTok from the reflections posted at shutdown are as a time capsule, a photo album, and a middle school yearbook. Being an app where posting cringe was the expectation for a long time certainly didn’t give TikTok a non-judgemental atmosphere, but there was a sense of community in being cringe but being free.

I think this also reflects in the creation of memes, and also brings in the anonymity aspect of TikTok. On TikTok, people can not only remain anonymous, but aren’t encouraged to use their real names (in the way Facebook and, to a lesser extent, Instagram does) and there’s not as much pressure to connect your profile and content to other media (as with Google+ and YouTube). It wasn’t as connected to other places on the internet (as far as I know I couldn’t directly share an article from a major news source to TikTok the way I could do so via email, Twitter, Facebook). Content posted on TikTok is divorced from reflections of one’s person, in contrast to Instagram, which is much more a place to post snapshots of one’s successes. I think that this, along with the expectation of posting low-effort cringe, gave the app its appeal and unique user culture.

And I don’t know if this is going to be able to exist on a US-owned TikTok, specifically, Donald Trump’s TikTok. In addition to Trump’s ownership driving away a lot of the original “cringe” creators (cosplayers, weebs, furries, visibly queer people, alt people, etc), pro-Trump propaganda forces everybody else willing to post political content to do so in a serious manner, exactly the ‘showing your best face’ that cause other media to be less desirable (or desirable in different ways) than TikTok. When Trump uses his new propaganda toy to amplify his politics, it will push cringe culture either into a small minority of users or off the app entirely. I don’t believe that the same meme culture will be able to continue on Trump’s TikTok, both with the overbearing presence of his social agenda that he’ll be able to push and with cringe culture dying on the app.

And I have no idea what it’s going to do after that. Once it turns into a right-wing echo chamber, it’s going to shut itself off from all other audiences. On an app that pushes Trump-wing propaganda, visibly being anything else will be dangerous to impossible. Once Trump’s right-wing doesn’t have anyone else to mock or criticise, the app will cannibalise itself.

:/

[slutabed]

tired of being so fucking stupid when people have like legitimate terrible things going on in their lives and the biggest issue in my life is just hmm. brain sad. and not even in like a real way just like a stupid I can’t stop hating myself way. and I feel awful for complaining about it so much but I cannot seem to shut the fuck up and. i swear i used to be a better person and now all i can think of is myself and my own stupid problems and oof. just. i hate myself and then I hate myself for hating myself and for talking about hating myself when there are people with real things to worry about and I’m here like begging for someone to tell me I’m not awful when clearly I am.

[starastrologyy]

Astrology Observations♟

Please do not repost any of my work on other social media platforms 🤍

Edit: please note that I’m attempting to be very neutral and I have not stated my personal opinions on her. However, Nicki Minaj is the PERFECT example of the effects of having a Scorpio Midheaven! People are obsessed with her. For better or for worse. The ‘Barbz’ have literally stabbed people, and beat up someone’s mother over her. Whilst, many musicians, and people in general cannot stand her, because they feel like she’s a bully. She is someone who is extremely polarizing. People become unhinged trying to defend her , whilst others enjoy the fact that there are large groups of people who strongly dislike her. This is the result of having a Scorpio Midheaven in a nutshell.

Whilst having Venus conjunct the Ascendant is often associated with “good looks” I actually think that it really helps with your reputation, and how people perceive you. I will use celebrity examples! Selena Gomez has an Aries Moon (this isn’t shade to Aries moons) and her mercury makes very difficult aspects (squares Pluto/ opposes Saturn) Thus, one would assume she’d be controversial or well known for her temper/outbursts & tendency to attract conflict. But the opposite is actually true, anyone who is perceived to be “shading” her immediately gets attacked, as most people think she’s very kind and genuine. Whilst she has admitted that her relationship with Justin was mutually toxic, most people just can’t seem to see her as the aggressor. Her Venus makes a conjunction to her Ascendant. Beyoncé, Rihanna, Anna Nicole Smith,Angelina Jolie are more celebrities with this placement. What I’m essentially trying to say is, people tend to give you more grace when your Venus makes a conjunction to your natal Ascendant.

It’s common to see people who have the ruler of their 5th house placed in the 10th monetize a creative hobby. Their career often involves making use of one of their creative/artistic skills. Working in the entertainment industries is very common with this placement. Working with children in some way, is also a possibility.

Libra on the 9th house cusp can suggest you studied law, political science, or anything that involves diplomacy at college. Alternatively, you could have trained to become an esthetician or a cosmetologist.

Chiron, Pluto, Mars & Saturn in the 11th house culture is rarely feeling as if your ‘friends’ have your best interests at heart. Having any of these planets in the 11th house can be extremely isolating! It can cause you to feel alone, or perhaps as if you struggle to find a group of people that you resonate with (on a friendship level).

A solar return year in which you have many 8th house placements, will be a year in which you experience many “life changing” moments. Most people fear having planets in the 8th house in their solar return, so they opt to travel to a different location on their birthday. However, I feel like this isn’t necessary! Change and transformation doesn’t always have to be viewed as bad! Sometimes we need change to elevate us in life.

A while ago, an Astrologer on YouTube stated that whenever she sees a Gemini rising, or Gemini placements in a composite chart, she automatically thinks there is cheating involved. I don’t know how I feel about this sentiment. She explained that because of the Dual nature of of the Sign Gemini; it more often than not represents a third party, or external influences that are influencing the relationship. I see where she’s coming from, but I don’t necessarily think it’s wise to always interpret it like that. I personally believe the aspects that are being made in the composite chart will tell you a lot more about what it’s likely to occur in the relationship. If there are tons of squares to Mercury, Venus, Neptune, Saturn & the chart ruler, I’m more inclined to believe that there is the potential for deception.

People with Juno in the 12th or a Pisces Descendent, often have a subconscious “savior complex”. They are usually highly compassionate, and might find that they have a tendency to attract people who have been wounded by life or those who lack boundaries.

A solar return year, in which you have planets in the 2nd,8th, & 11th houses, also known as the “money houses” can suggest that you will earn or receive a large amount of money that year. Alternatively, you may experience a significant change in your financial situation. You want to look at the aspects of course! (Trines & sextiles are more likely to manifest positively, whereas the conjunction can go either way).

When transit Uranus makes a square to your Natal Ascendant or Midheaven, those around you may view your newfound behavior as being strange or erratic. You are likely to go through many unpredictable changes during this transit consequently, you will start to experience changes in your personality, which will impact your relationships. You may find that you no longer resonate with the people around you, and abruptly decide to move, or make a change in your friendship circle. This is a very unpredictable time in your life, and your behavior will reflect this.

Trigger Warning: Eating Disorders (please don’t continue reading if topics like this make you uncomfortable. My intention is never to harm anyone or make anyone feel uncomfortable 🤍)

I’ve noticed that any kind of Saturnian influence over the 1st, 2nd & 6th house can bring about poor body image or restrictive tendencies when it comes to food. For example, having Saturn in the 1st, 2nd or 6th house! Or perhaps Saturn is negatively aspecting planets in those houses. Capricorn over these houses can also bring about a food complex. Obviously not everyone with Saturn in these houses will have a restrictive eating disorder, it’s just an observation so please don’t make it apply if it doesn’t 🤍

On the other hand, a Jupiterian influence on the 1st. 2nd, and 6th house can manifest as binge eating or turning to food as a coping mechanism. This can be having Jupiter in the 1st, 2nd, or 6th house. Alternatively, this dynamic can also occur when Sagittarius is over one of those houses.

[kaiyonohime]

Warning to fiber sellers

This is a summary post that is out of date.  I have a pinned post that is up to date with the facts here.  More has happened since this post was written.

This is a warning to ALL fiber sellers online, especially those who sell via sites like Facebook.  

In recent months there has been some drama that a seller named Sherry Tenney/Sherry Vondorp has been taking money and not sending product or sending the wrong product.  She’s been doing this for years, and to the scope of $15,000+ USD.  People who had been scammed by her connected and started comparing stories, and then discovering just how long it’s been going on and that she’s still doing it.

Sherry Tenney’s confirmed know aliases and the names she goes by (she changes her name frequently on social media):

Sherry Tenney

Vondorp Sherry

Sherry Vondorp

Lee Giltay

Sara Rudacille

Sherry Lee Price

Sherry Tenney Giltay

At first, that’s all it was.  She would send out some fleece/fiber, but maybe not all, and then, in the past few years, frequently none at all.  She would claim all sorts of reasons, like the post office lost hundreds of packages in a year, and other vague hand wavy excuses.  The main issue is that she was violently aggressive toward people who inquired about where their product was.  As in death threats aggressive.  Long, ranting threats about shooting them in fields and feeding them to her pigs threats.  There are videos.  They are disturbing.  

Well, a group called ‘Demon Trolls’ on Ravelry was discussing this and encouraging her to refund or send out the purchased product.  The group ‘Demon Trolls’ keeps track of problematic sellers in the fiber community so that people can be warned.  Sellers that take money and don’t send product, sellers that are falling months behind in shipping, and sellers that are not sending the product that was purchased.  The group keeps tabs, they don’t actively pursue action of any sort, but they let customers share complaints and stories and keep track of the unfolding situations.

Well, Sherry Tenney/Sherry Vondorp has been... unique.  Instead of offering fake apologies (something that is frequently done), or cleaning up her act and running her business professionally (something that genuinely does happen at times as well, sometimes sellers just underestimate how hard it is to run a business at times), she doubled down on the aggression.  There are hour long videos threatening to shoot and kill people from the group, and former customers simply for complaining about not receiving purchased goods.  There has been bizarre stories about ‘microburst tornadoes’ killing her sheep and her leaving them in the field to rot for days on end, her having bears coming to kill her sheep because she leaves them out all night long, her having birthing season go on for months because she just keeps rams in the herd and doesn’t keep track of breeding.

I could go on.  The woman is... unhinged is the only polite way to put it.

It also came out within the past few days that it’s more than just her scamming people.  It turns out what her and a group of about 25 others would do is go to sellers pages on FB, black the mods and admins, and then tell the others that she sold fleece for cheaper and better quality than them.  She would poach the customers from small farms, and her and others would purposefully repeatedly report the small farm and their page to get it taken down so they couldn’t sell at all.

Then, when the farm was desperate, some of these small sellers have reported more than a 50% drop in income when she has done this, she would buy the fleeces at cheaper prices from them, mark them up, and then ‘resell’ them, frequently to the customers she lured away.  Given that she would frequently sell the same fleece to multiple people and never ship it, it was a way for her to get a ton of sales with little to no overhead herself.

She, working in tandem with another woman, would keep passing emails back and forth with customers until the window to file a chargeback would close, and then she would send disgusting messages to the customer and block them.  

If you have a Ravelry account, this has all been compiled for viewing here.  I do warn you, the videos are unnerving and I could barely stomach just reading the transcripts.  

The discussion about what is going on with Sherry Tenney/Sherry Vondorp is here.  I am warning you, it is currently at 300 pages of discussion.  A lot has happened in just the past few months.  It is insane.

Please reblog this so other fiber sellers know to watch out for her, and to be warned about what she is doing.  She is purposefully destroying businesses for her own profit.

Edit:

I am editing the original post and adding this update.  Sherry Tenney/Sherry Vondorp tries to avoid notice by frequently changing her name on Facebook (where she tries to do business via messenger only so as to avoid having a paper trail), as well as the names of her businesses.  She is trying to rely on people not knowing the names of her accounts, and there are many, and then being scammed.

Sherry Tenney frequently goes by the name Sherry Vondorp (her grandmother’s maiden name).  She will also use other aliases connected to either other family member’s names or the names of former husbands that she legally held at one point.  

On Facebook her groups are:

Farmlife in the country

RAW WOOL 4 ALL selling buying group USA

Tenneys Fibers and raw wool buyers group

Fiber sellers

The Cashmere Turtle luxury fiber affordable prices

The Dye house and Mrs Tuttle country fiber arts (community)

On Instagram her account is:

Marylandlongwool

Although, as I said before, she frequently changes the names of her shops on Facebook.  It is not unusual for her to change her name or her shop names multiple times a month in an attempt to avoid them and herself being noticed.  So please, be very careful when buying fleece over social media and in social media communities.  Tenney has also sold fleece in Dirty Fleece, Done Dirt Cheap in the past as well.  People have reported that the fleeces they have received from her at times have been absolutely riddled with moth larvae and moths in the past, so if you have ever received anything from her please check to make sure it was quarantined from the rest of your stash.

If you are a seller and have been contacted by her, please be sure to get full payment upfront.  Multiple sellers are reporting that they have done business with her and she has either refused to pay or reversed the charges once the product has been received.  She is a thief, this cannot be stressed enough at this time.

Edit:

Sherry Tenney/Sherry Vondorp works very closely with a woman named Suzanne Smith Collier who actively helps her with her scam, and helps her do damage to other small fiber sellers online.  We do not know if Suzanne shares in the profits from this scam, but she is a documented participant in it.  She will actively help run out the refund clock for customers who email about orders they have not received, and will block people the instant the refund clock is over.  

Suzanne Smith Collier Etsy is ‘FinerThanFroggyHair’, formerly ‘Spinning Yarns & Weaving Tall Tails’.  Her FB group is ‘Finer Than Frog’s Hair’.

Pleased be warned about her as well.

Also, as a reminder, please do not harass anyone online, and especially not in real life.  Sherry Tenney/Sherry Vondorp has once again posted another message about having guns and threatening to shoot people.  The woman should be considered extremely unstable and very dangerous.  She sometimes teaches classes on her farm, and I would not sign up for those even as a joke.  No one wants to see anyone physically hurt in real life.

[ps-imelevating]

Romanticize The Life That You Have

Romanticizing your life is about appreciating life where you are. Doing the most and the best that you can with what you have, at the moment. It’s okay to aspire for better and to actively be working towards YOUR goals. Sometimes with social media, we get so caught up in viewing the lives of others being shared with us that we develop a taste for a life that isn’t our own. Watching other people live their Best Lives can be inspirational but don’t get sucked into a false reality thinking that you have to live their best lives to achieve yours. Here are a few tips to romanticize the life that you have right now.

1. Stop putting the lives of others on a pedestal.

When you begin to idolize the lives of others you begin to view your own life with discontent. You can do everything you want to do in life. If you have to live on a budget find a way to save to get what you want or find an alternative that is just as good for where you are right now.

Remember that social media is a show. Most influencers or people on these platforms show the things that they know will attract more attention to themselves, this is how they make their money and get their attention. Some things may not be what it seems, which means the glamour may not be all that it is shown to be.

Also, remember that everyone is at different stages of their lives. You may be watching someone living their “best life” traveling, going on all of the most extravagant vacations, eating at the most expensive restaurants, and buying all of the cars, clothes, shoes, and bags a lady could dream of. That is absolutely great for them but don't get down on yourself if you are not there yet. Notice I said YET! You have to realize what it is you want out of your life and what you want to do to achieve your best life. This takes time, attention to detail, planning, and smart moves.

Don't be so focused on the future that you forget how awesome your journey to the future is.

2. Be realistic with where you are in your life

Being realistic with yourself is so important because you only know what you are capable of. Romanticizing your life is not only about what you can afford. It's about you actually enjoying your life. You won't be able to enjoy your life if you are so focused on doing things that are not in your financial bracket. Go on vacations but be down on yourself if you cant go across the country this time. Save your money but don't be so focused on your financial situation that you are too afraid to spend some and live.

3. Do things that you enjoy.

Go out into your city and surrounding areas find new things to do. Take your time to explore your environment, try things you would typically not try. You'd be surprised how much you learn about yourself in the process and how much you are enjoying your days.

4. Get off of social media.

Social media has a way of crumpling our minds and brainwashing us into thinking like all the other users on social media. You get trapped in a virtual world that has limited opportunities for you to grow. Your social media is only showing you what you are used to viewing, there's not much new peeking through.

There's an entire world out there to explore and there is so much about yourself left to learn.

Take yourself on dates, find new restaurants, and treat yourself. During this time you will begin to almost be detoxing but you will notice how much of yourself you are getting familiar with.

Ask yourself all of the questions.

What do you like, why? What don't you like, why? Do you have a favorite color? What do you like to wear? Try new styles for your hair, makeup, outfits. Start reading and open your mind.

Romanticizing your life is a fun time. You become more aware of your surroundings and begin to really love yourself and your life. Get out there, work on your mindset and love your life!

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

Hi, I was wondering if you have any advice on how to react when someone shows you a "cute" animal video that really isn't okay. I've had a lot of friends send me animal videos because they think I'd enjoy them but they can be pretty bad. I want to be able to explain that the video is not good without sounding rude. Thanks!

Honestly, right now, in the middle of the pandemic? My advice is going to be “don’t.” There’s a time and a place for that sort of education - you have to pick your battles carefully and think about when people are going to be receptive to hearing it. With the world’s current roster of everyday horrors and ongoing stress, you’re very unlikely to have it land right now, and you’ll damage your ability to bring it up successfully in the future. Sorry, I know I’m late getting to this ask, and it’s probably not the answer you want. But let me explain.

The first couple years of this blog, I was that person who critiqued every little thing that went past me. I’ve long joked that my business tag-line should be “Professional Buzzkill” and only actually been half joking. I educated a lot of people during those years - but I also damaged a lot of relationships with people. Not in a way you’d notice on the surface - it wasn’t like I lost friends - but in subtler ways. The amount of animal content and topics people brought up around me or asked me about dropped drastically. I even have had people tell me they’re afraid to share things with me they think I’ll like, or are nervous sharing animal content on their own social media at all, because I might come in and make them realize they’re supporting something horrible. They’re not unwilling to stop engaging with things that aren’t ethical, in fact, just the opposite: they’re worried nothing they share will actually be okay and they’ll get negative feedback for not knowing better. And oh, boy, is that not what the goal is here.

Sharing a video with someone is an affiliative human behavior - it’s bonding. It’s “hey, I like this thing, I recognize that you may too, I want to share it with you to make you happy.” It’s a shorthand for “I remember and actively consider your preferences” and “I care about you enough to think about you and how you’d feel about something when you’re not here.” I say this to point out how important it is to recognize that when you push back on someone’s sharing a video with you (especially when you’re telling them something isn’t ethically okay) you’re communicating something big. If you don’t really like a video a friend shares with you, it’s pretty normal to just make a polite noise or comment something vague, right? Let it pass by and don’t hurt their feelings. That’s the normalized way of gently indicating you’re not into it without discouraging the gesture of sharing it. So if you call a share out, you’re effectively communicating that this thing they like is so inherently wrong and bad that you’re willing to reject the social contract around this widely normalized bonding behavior to call them out. That hurts. It can also make them feel like they’re a bad person for liking the content and wanting to share it, and may lead to embarrassment and shame that they couldn’t tell it was “bad.” Rejection, shame, and embarrassment are not mental states that make it easy for anyone to accept new information.

In the beforetimes (pre-pandemic, but after the first few years of running this blog), I found I got pretty good at judging when I could bring something up with people. It would depend on all sorts of variables, my relationship with the person, how well they knew what I do for work, how both of our days were going, etc. I had to catch them at the right time to be receptive to it despite the general negative feelings that the discussion could stir up. But now? People have no bandwidth for any more hard conversations, any more interpersonal conflict. They’re looking for succor where they can find it, and looking to maintain social relationships in a period of extreme duress. It’s the worst time to bring up something hard, and the worst time to reject the gesture.

That isn’t to say you shouldn’t educate. Come back to it a few days later. Find something you can show them that’s positive, or an educational link that doesn’t go hard on abuse rhetoric. Approach them in a calm moment and tell them “hey, I remember you shared this thing with me, and I really appreciated that you remembered that I’m interested in [subject]. I learned something / found something relevant and thought you might be interested.” Acknowledge the gift they gave you, validate the shared interest and show that you understand they care and mean well, and then gently give them an option to learn more. Use a similar affiliative bonding strategy (sharing) and carefully picked timing to prime them to be more receptive, and then frame your share so you’re learning and being curious together. Above all, actively work to be kind.

The internet has created such a strong call-out culture that many of us (including me!) default to that strategy without even thinking about it. And don’t get me wrong, I think there are times when it’s appropriate and necessary. But when it comes to things like online videos - where no active harm is being perpetrated in that exact moment of watching it - sometimes it’s far more effective to wait until you can approach it from another, softer angle, which won’t put them on the spot and make them want to reflexively reject what you’re saying to save face.

People who love or like animals don’t want to share content that is harmful to them. They just don’t know any better. A little patience, a careful approach, and a whole heap of kindness and empathy can go a very long way towards helping achieve the results you want.

[joebrrrow]

Refunds || Joe x F!Reader (NSFW)

You were no stranger to Joe’s hijinks.

word count: 3,237

warnings/contents: blowjob, daddy name-calling (i'm sorry joe i'm just saying what we're all thinking), dom!joe/sub!reader dynamics, rough sex (i'm sorry joe), choking, full mind-break, degradation (but also, like, praise), bimbo behavior-fication, dirty talk

author’s note: crawling out of my hole to give you this filthy filth in celebration of the bengals going to the AFC championship! now excuse me i must go take a cold shower and get to my scheduled exorcism because i need church after writing this. 

don’t be shy to like and reblog if you enjoyed. as creators say, likes are amazing but reblogs go a long way in sharing my work. thank y’all!!!!!

For more of my smut, read Sturdy. For fluff, check out Capturing You, because your girl can do both. <3

enjoy under the cut!

No matter what, Joe was a winner to you. 

And you never really let it get to your head too much, especially when you were watching him from the stands, whatever the team’s score was. You were endlessly proud of him, win or lose, because you’d been there from the very beginning. Even when he was still at Ohio State and barely even saw the field, you gleamed with pride. But honestly, it had been pissing you off a little bit—and you’re typically mild-mannered, some might even go as far as saying meek—to hear everyone doubt Joe, and the whole team for that matter. 

“It’s just trash talk, baby,” Joe would soothe you the moment you heard about all this bullshit about neutral sites, ticket sales. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and reached over to close your laptop, cutting out the noise in a way. “If that gets to ya, you should hear what some guys say on the field.” He cracked a grin and that made things better. 

You tried out logic for a while. It wasn’t like pre-selling tickets to a matchup was unheard of; it was basically customary in any sport. Even protocol. And that satiated you for now. You didn’t notice, but Joe actually liked seeing a little bit of that fire in you—this newfound willingness to prove someone wrong. You were always someone who didn’t care too much about what others thought, which was why he wanted even more to win against the Bills on Sunday, just for you; because as much as you were proud of him no matter what, he also liked your praise just as much. He wanted to make you proud. 

So come Sunday, when it was the fourth quarter and the Bills were too behind to catch up to the Bengals’ score and that timer was running out, you couldn’t hide how happy you were for him. You watched him from the stands with a big stupid smile on your face because this was who Joe Burrow was—your Joe. He was a winner, a champion, and the sooner people started to realize that, the better. And what a helluva way to prove them wrong with just four words: 

“Better send those refunds.” 

—

You sat there, mouth slightly falling open. The bright light of your phone’s screen illuminated your face in the otherwise dark parking lot, at a gas station somewhere in the outskirts of Cincinnati, about five minutes away from yours and Joe’s place. You were catching up on all the social media, retweeting things, reposting stories, acknowledging everything you could that was singing Joe’s praises because goddamn if he didn’t deserve it. And that was when you caught this clip of Joe’s postgame interview. 

Better send those refunds. 

You were no stranger to his hijinks. You loved how fired up he got after a great game and an even better win. You loved how he was slowly opening up to the media, showing a little more of the goofy person you know him to be (though you secretly wished he’d kept it all for you). But this… Something was different about this. 

You were suddenly startled by Joe opening the door to his car, entering the driver’s seat and handing a plastic bag over to you. Without much thought, you grabbed it. “What’s this?” you asked. 

He snickered at this. “Your snacks, sweetheart.” Oh, that’s right—you had run out of your celebratory post-game Oreos at the house and wanted him to grab a quick pack. 

With a chuckle, you played it off. “Thanks.”

He started the car and began pulling out of the parking lot, but not without question. “You good, baby?” 

“Yep,” you croaked out. You turned beet red and thanked God it was dark outside so he couldn’t see. You both laughed about how your voice broke just then. 

A few seconds passed before you spoke again. You willed up some confidence. “It’s just�� You know, I can’t let it go. About how they were selling those tickets before they even knew who was going to play in the Championship.” 

“Ah, I know, babe.” He reached over and patted your knee. “But that doesn’t matter, ‘cause we’re gonna be there next week.” 

“I know, I know, but… What was it you said at that interview after the game? ‘Give the tickets back,’ or something like that?” You purposely watered down his words, wanting him to correct you.

“Nah, nah, you’re butchering it,” he said, laughing. “I don’t remember what I said, really.” 

“Oh, c’mon. You remember,” you insisted teasingly. “I bet you had it bubbling up. You thought of it last week, probably, and kept rehearsing it over and over again so you got it right by the time you had to say it.” 

Joe scoffed, reaching over and ruffling your hair. “Where’s this comin’ from, bug?” His sweet little nickname for you. He always treated you like you were small, and you liked that. But you didn’t want to sink into it, not yet—you wanted this first. 

“Just say it. You remember what you said.” 

“Hmm.” At a red light, he stopped the car and looked over at you. His perplexed expression was smoldering even when dimly lit crimson. 

Biting your lip, you waited. 

“I know what I said,” he finally confessed. 

“Yeah?” you squirmed a bit in your seat. The light was still red. 

“I said, ‘Better send those refunds.’” 

“Mmm.” You couldn’t hold back your whimper. It was involuntary. Sometimes it shocked you, still, the effect that Joe Burrow had on you. Even after all these years. But you caught yourself and added, “Mmmhmm. That’s what you said.” 

He didn’t let you get away with it, though. He never did. 

As the light turned green, Joe slowly accelerated forward; you were the only car on these quiet streets. He said nothing. You bit back your smile as you looked out of the window, pretending like nothing happened. 

Then, you felt it. He brought his right hand down from the wheel to pat your knee again, but it wasn’t a silly pat this time. He started rubbing his huge hand on your knee, slowly lowering it to your inner thigh. You thought his touch was going to burn a hole in your leggings. But you weren’t done. 

“Better send those refunds,” you repeated, somewhat more enunciated, voice a bit breathy. But you didn’t want to make it obvious that his touch had already gotten to you; that you’d already been soaked from the moment he got back in the car. You let out a soft chuckle. “I mean, it’s true. They knew better than to doubt you.” 

“Hmph.” Joe seemed to be satisfied by your words. 

“I mean, right? God, this should show them that they’re stupid for even thinking about selling those tickets in the first place, whether it’s protocol or not,” you continued. His hand on your thigh just kept moving higher and higher. Your next words came out with a slight gasp: “You’re the fucking best, Joe. And if they don’t know that by now…” 

When his hand finally snuck between your thighs, thumb rubbing against your warm pussy over your leggings, you let out a slutty moan. “Daddy.” It was, like that whimper earlier, involuntary. Conditioned. 

“Shh. Tell me.” It was the first time you’d heard his voice in a minute, and it was suddenly colored so deep, lustful. 

You knew what to say. “I just think you’re—you’re the best, daddy.” Your confidence had waned off a bit, replaced by this slightly bimbofied persona only he knew how to dig out of you. “And you’re so right… they better send those refunds.” You nodded, biting down hard on your lip as he rubbed your clit in circles. You looked at him even if he wasn’t looking at you back; his focused expression as he drove was all you needed to keep getting wetter and wetter. 

But you were suddenly disappointed as you felt the car slow down and pull into your house. Those were the fastest five minutes of your life. You wanted it to be like the last time you got frisky in the car, Joe so desperate that you pulled off to the side of the road and fucked you right there. You supposed this was better, though; you could both get out of your clothes easier and didn’t have to wrestle with a pile of winter coats. (It was summer the last time you had car sex; your tiny shorts were easy to pull off.)

“Let’s go,” Joe spoke, stepping out of the car. He was calm as you both headed inside the house. 

You dropped off your coat and bag on the wall hook by the door and pathetically set the plastic bag on the kitchen island, feeling his presence somewhere behind you. You looked up at him, biting your lip, seeing him standing in the doorway. He’d taken his shoes and coat off already, just in his warm-ups. When you caught his gaze, his ocean blue eyes looked expectant of you. 

“Yes, daddy?”

That was enough to set him off. He walked over to you, towering over you and backing you up against the kitchen island. You gulped, looking up at him. You loved when he made you feel small. 

“Better send those refunds.” 

You feigned confusion. “Huh?” 

Abruptly, he grabbed you by your waist and turned you around, bending you over the counter. He had a fistful of your hair and his cock pressed hard against you, and you felt him breathing in your ear. “I said, you’d better send those refunds.” 

“Y-yeah,” you nodded, looking at him through your peripherals, brows curled up. Your mouth hung agape, moaning as he reached his free hand down and grabbed your ass. Just from this, your head was already swirling with dumb pleasure. “Right away, daddy.” 

He turned you around and pulled you onto your knees by your hair. You braced yourself by grabbing his thighs and didn’t dare break eye contact from him. Even if his bulge was right in your face. This was the first time in a long time, since the beginning of today, that he’d gotten a look at you. He smirked; you knew he thought you were gorgeous, he didn’t have to say it. This was about him. 

“Suck my cock.” 

You did as you were told, pulling down his sweatpants and not even allowing yourself a second to admire his length. You took the shaft in your hand and directed the tip of his cock into your mouth, closing your eyes as you expertly began sucking him off. There was no slow burn here; that already happened in the car. 

Joe still had your hair in his hand, and it gripped tighter as you blew him. “Mmm. Fuck, baby. Just like that,” he growled. He broke eye contact from you for a moment to lean his head back and close his eyes, focusing on the sound of you gagging over his cock. You took him as far as you could then fucked the back of your throat with the tip of his cock, which was slick in your drool. Your hands held onto his thighs as you whimpered with your mouth full. Even though he wasn’t looking at you, you didn’t break eye contact from him; it made you so wet to watch him go all primal. 

Then he grabbed two fistfuls of your hair to make pigtails. You knew that he wanted to control your mouth, so you held your hands behind your back like a good girl and you let him throw your head back and forth against his cock. Your eyes welled up with tears. 

He looked down to watch you as he fucked your throat, and he looked so proud to own you. It made you want to be even better at being throatfucked, like you would go to college and get a degree in being a good throat to fuck if you could. You wanted to serve him in that way. You made filthy, wet gagging noises, and babbled when you could; your face was coated in your own drool. 

“Alright, get up,” he said, pulling his cock out of your mouth and hoisting you to your feet by your pigtails. He let go of your hair and you sighed in slight relief from the new lack of tension. 

“Y-yes daddy,” you gurgled out. Your makeup was ruined, but you still looked pretty to him. He kissed you messily, grabbing both of your cheeks with one hand of his squeezing your face together. Then he gave your face a nice, solid slap. 

“You gonna be a good girl for daddy, huh? You gonna take this dick?” he asked, breathless. 

You whimpered and nodded. “Yes,” you whimpered. “I want it. I want it so bad. Please.” 

Satisfied with your pleading, he forced you on your stomach, bent over against the kitchen island. He pulled down your leggings and lifted your jersey up, and as you watched him over your shoulder, you caught his smirk. Of course you were wearing his number. You knew he liked seeing you wear it and loved fucking you in it even more. 

With one hand on your back and the other on the base of his shaft, he slowly directed the tip of his cock inside of you, not shy to groan as he felt how wet you were. “Fuck. Look how wet you are,” he said, tone as if to humiliate you, but you loved it when it came along with praise. “You’re fucking soaked. Are you that much of a slut that seeing me win gets you this fucking soaked and slutty, sweetheart?” 

You whimpered, finding yourself almost begging for him to slide in all the way. “Y-yes, daddy. I’m a slut,” you barely got out. Your words were somewhat nasally and high-pitched; you were almost full bimbo at this point. “Please. Please.” 

He chuckled at this, pulling back out. He rubbed his tip along the wet, slick slit of your cunt. “Please what?”

“Daddy. Daddy, please fuck me. I can’t take it,” you begged. “I’ll—I’ll get on those refunds right away, daddy. I should’ve known better.”

Joe growled. Satisfied, he shoved deep into you, and held his cock there; you felt his balls graze up against your clit. 

“Ah!” you moaned. You braced yourself against the kitchen island, staring at the Oreos. 

Then, Joe started to fuck you. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and everything went black. You bathed in the pleasure that was his cock pummeling your tight little pussy. You loved how rough he was being. You were losing yourself. You were being owned by Joe Burrow. You were his piece of pussy, and only that. 

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” you moaned in conjunction with each thrust of his as he took you from behind. 

His hands gripped tightly on your waist, letting out primal groans as he fucked you hard. He wasn’t holding back, and you loved it. “Oh, c’mon, baby. You better get to it,” he spoke, breathily, and yet confidently. “You were gonna do something for me, weren’t you? Before you went all brain-stupid and cock-slutty for your daddy?” 

You hated how easily his words came out when all you could think about was his dick obliterating your pussy. The words were jumbled in your head: “Refunds, better send.” And they came out repeatedly in whines. “Refunds. Daddy. Send. Yes. Fuck. Me.” 

One of his hands left your waist and you almost began sobbing at that lack of contact only if he didn’t reach up and grab your throat, pulling you up from the cold marble of the kitchen island so you could stand up a bit and watch him fuck you. He held your throat tightly, and you looked over your shoulder as best as you could to catch a blurry image of the most handsome fucking man you’ve ever seen hammer into you. He shoved his thumb in your mouth and you sucked happily. You repositioned your hands on the counter to hold yourself up and continue to be a good slut. His other hand spanked your ass. 

“That’s right, baby. Better send those refunds like the stupid fuckin’ bimbo you are,” he growled out, words accented with that smirk you knew he wore while he fucked you. “Take this big fuckin’ daddy cock in your wet, tight little pussy, baby.” His hand left your throat only to dig under your shirt and grab your tits, tugging that bralette down and off your tits. He roughly pinched your nipple and you whined out. Your tits bounced freely in rhythm with his incessant, merciless fucking. 

“D-daddy,” you whined, desperately.

“Aw, what’s that? You can’t say anything?” There he was again, pulling out coherent sentences while you babbled. 

You’d gone full bimbo by this point. You were far gone, and your only compass was his dick inside of you. You knew nothing else about fuck-all until his cock was drained inside of you, and you would be a good slut-servant until he was done. 

But goddamn, you were about to cum. “I—” you whimpered out. “If you keep fucking me like that, daddy, I’m gonna cum.” 

He laughed at this. “Oh, yeah?” 

“Mhm. Put your—daddy, please—” 

You didn’t have to finish your sentence. Joe knew what you needed. His hand left your tit if only to grab your throat again, and his other hand held onto your waist, keeping you still. Otherwise, you’d squirm away from him. He knew you were uncontrollable when you came. 

“What’s that, baby? Use your words for daddy, c’mon.” He smirked. 

“I’m gonna—” you cried out. 

He timed his thrusts with these next few words, feeling close to climaxing himself: “You’d. Better. Send. Those. Fucking. Refunds. You. Fucking. Slut.” 

And with that, you came hard all over his cock, clenching your tight, wet walls around him. “God, daddy! I’m cumming! Yes! Don’t stop!” You closed your eyes and indeed, squirmed around a ton, and he had to hold your waist to keep you still. 

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum, too, baby.” He grunted, wrangling and fucking you at the same time, and at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, shot his white hot load deep inside you. You felt him filling you up, the warmth of his load sinking deep into your stomach. You both slowed down, breathing hard. 

With him still inside of you, you slumped forward, laying your top half down on the counter. You looked over your shoulder up at him, then cracked a grin. 

And he broke into a smile, too, gleaming with pride. He’d never admit it, but you turned him into such an animal. It was even sweeter when the clouds had all cleared and all you both felt was bliss. 

You lifted a heavy, lifeless arm to reach across the counter. You pulled the plastic bag closer and took out the package of Oreos. Barely functioning and breathing hard, you put all your effort into ripping that stupid, plastic seal off the package, revealing three rows of double-stuffed sandwich cookies. You pulled one out and offered it over your shoulder to him. “Want a celebratory Oreo, champ?” you asked. 

He took it with a snicker. “Yeah, sweetheart. I sure do.” 

[f1goat]

fwb x lando norris - part three

In which you decide to become friends with benefits with Lando Norris, that can't be a bad idea right?

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Dinner is nice. Lando is acting like an absolute gentleman. You never thought he’d be this classy. When you think about it, Lando is really different then how you thought he would be. For starters, you always thought about him as the socially awkward boy with not much experience with girls. If you talked about him with George, George would always tell you that Lando didn’t know how to handle a girl. You know now how wrong George was. Lando can make you feel all kind of things with only his words and he already gave you way better orgasms then George ever did. 

“What do you want for dessert?” You ask Lando. You’re looking at the menu, still not knowing what you want to eat. You’re doubting between your normal choice or something new. There are so many good options that it’s just unfair to make someone chose only one. 

“I don’t know yet, I’m doubting between the crème brûlée and that caramel mouse one,” Lando tells you, “I only know for sure what I want to eat after.”

You look surprised at him. What’s he talking about? 

“You.”

Your stomach tightens itself in a knot. You can’t even think about dessert anymore. What is Lando doing to you? How can he have the power over you with only the most simple words? Fuck. You’re already in to deep. 

“Or are we still going to pretend this isn’t going to happen again?” Lando asks you suddenly. 

You stay silent for a bit. There are multiple options to chose from. You know that Lando is probably talking about the sex between the two of you. If you’re honest with yourself, you don’t want this to stop but you also don’t want the drama that will come from it. What to do?

“Do you want it to happen again?” You ask Lando, giving yourself a little bit more time to think about what else to say. 

“Of course,” Lando answers without hesitation, “What about you?”

“Me too,” you tell Lando without even thinking about it.

“Then what’s the problem?” Lando asks you further.

You stay silent for a bit, thinking about the different problems. You know it will cause problems when your boss finds out, but that isn’t really important anymore since you already told him when you will quit. The main problem is probably George. What will happen if he finds out? The last weeks you have the feeling that George isn’t done with you, he keeps sending you texts and keeps asking for your attention. George will be extremely angry, making your job insufferable as well for as long you’re still there. And you don’t know what he will do to Lando. What if he will talk shit about Lando? What if Lando looses his friends because of George. And then the other problem, you’ve had your fair share of social media haters. George and you never came out to the public about your relationship, George didn’t want to. But still, there were so many fans noticing and sending hate to you. What if those people find out about you swinging from George to Lando? You like your Instagram page, you want it to be your safe place and not a place filled with hate and mean words.

And then you haven’t even thought about the biggest problem. What if you catch feelings for Lando? Maybe you can already say that you’re catching feelings. The way you feel when you’re with him is different. But still, you can’t catch feelings for Lando. After all, he would never feel the same for you. For him this is about the sex. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

“There are multiple problems,” you say after a while, “First of all, what are we doing? I guess this is some kind of friends with benefits situation? Only sex?”

Lando feels disappointed by your words. Friends with benefits situation. He’d hoped that you would recognize his feelings for what they are. He has a massive crush on you, since the first day he met you. He never told you because he didn’t know how, and after a while you belonged to George. His crush never faded away. And now, when he finally has a chance with you it’s in a weird friends with benefits situation. He sighs softly, but thinks about the chances this will give him. Maybe he can make you fall in love while being in this weird situation? 

“I guess so,” Lando responds.

“Okay, then we need some rules,” you tell Lando, “Some rules that will help this not turning into a mess.”

Lando simply nods, maybe you’re right? 

“Okay, first of all. I want this to be exclusive,” you tell Lando, “I don’t want you to have sex with others as long as we’re doing this.”

Lando feels happy about the first rule you’re suggesting. He nods, “I don’t want that either, so I stand by that rule.” 

“If you want to fuck someone else that’s okay, but that also means that this is done,” you tell him, Lando nods again. He almost tells you that he doesn’t want someone else. 

“I think it’s wise to stay out of the media,” Lando says, “I don’t want you to receive the online hate.” 

You are speechless for a couple seconds. George never thought about you this way. He didn’t care what was photographed, he just didn’t put a label on it for the media. When you told him you didn’t want to be exposed all the time, he just told you to deal with it. 

“I agree,” you tell Lando, you try to hide your excitement about his previous statement, 

“Okay, so no others and no media. I also suggest that we don’t tell anyone else. Maybe a really close friend, but this can’t go around at the paddock,” you continue, “I don’t want to know what George will do when he finds out, so let’s make sure that he’s not finding out.”

“I also don’t want to get in a fist fight with George, so that’s a good rule,” Lando says, “but I might tell Max.” 

You nod at that, “Have you anything else?” 

“I don’t think so? I do think it’s smart to hold our distance in public if we don’t want anyone to find out,” Lando tells you.

“That’s a good one!” You exclaim, “So that would mean no dates and maybe not too much contact on race weekends? We can be seen together sometime, but not too often and too close.” 

“Already breaking the first rule by being here,” Lando says with a smile. You laugh, “Oops.”

“Lastly, I think we need to stop when there are getting feelings involved. I don’t want this to turn in to a mess,” you tell Lando carefully. You can only hope you will follow your own rule. 

“Yeah, if someone catches feelings we need to be honest and stop,” Lando replies. He’s already breaking multiple rules this evening. First by taking you out for dinner, now for continuing when there are already feelings involved from his side. He’s not going to be honest. This might be his only chance to really get to know you on this level. 

“Okay, so that’s it. No others, no public dates, not telling people and no feelings,” you sum everything up. Lando nods. 

A waitress shows up next to your table, “Do you have made a choice for dessert?” She asks. 

You don’t know what to say. You completely forgot about dessert. Just when you decide to go for your safe option, Lando opens up his mouth and starts talking. 

“Can you maybe make some kind of sharing platter? I don’t really care what it includes as long there’s a crème brûlée on it,” he asks the waitress. 

It’s not the first time that Lando surprises you, but still. He’s perfect boyfriend material, it’s so unfair now you think about it. He should do things like this for a girl he actually likes. You want to tell him something like that, but you don’t know if you should. It’s nice to have this for yourself, but Lando also deserves to know that his behavior is boyfriend material. 

When the waitress returns, she’s holding an amazing plate of multiple small desserts. You quickly take a picture for your private Instagram stories. For once not caring about George’s opinion about it. 

“This looks amazing,” you tell Lando happily. 

The both of you start eating. While enjoying your dessert, you can’t stop thinking about this new formed situation with Lando. Will this end up as something you’re going to regret? You’ve never heard of a friends with benefits situation going right. You got yourself involved in a mess. But when you look at Lando you already forget all about the mess. This is going to be worth it. This will be a thing that you don’t want to miss. 

**

Lando and you are sitting in his McLaren. He’s bringing you back to the hotel. You look around in the sport car, you’ve never seen one from the inside. It looks amazing. When you arrive in front of your apartment, Lando is quick to step out of the car and open the door for you. You frown, what is he doing? 

“Didn’t know you were such a gentleman for the girl you’re fucking with,” you tell Lando with a small smile. 

Lando laughs softly. He almost tells you that he’s trying to be more then that, but he holds back the words. Instead he goes for a flirty response, “I’m just trying to get in to your hotel room.”

You laugh with Lando. Together the two of you are walking inside to hotel. Lando’s hand is on your back while doing so. You have a small smile laying on your face. Together you step in to the elevator. Lando’s hands are still all over you. He holds you close to him. You can’t help yourself and tease him a bit, grinding your ass slowly over his dick. 

“If I were you I’d stop teasing me,” Lando mutters in your ear, “because I can be a tease as well. Maybe I’ll bring you close to your orgasm the whole night and deny it from you every time.”

You quickly stop your movements. You don’t want him to do that later. But you do feel turned on because of his words.

The elevator stops on the first floor. You see how the doors open, but you don’t really think about it. Lando is still holding you closely to himself, you are pressed up against him. When you notice who’s standing in front of you, you almost jump away from Lando. You try to do it more subtle, slowly moving away from Lando. His hands have left your body. He steps away from you as well. 

“Y/N? Lando?”

In front of you is standing George. He’s getting in the elevator with you as well. Fuck. If there’s something you’re not in the mood for it’s this. To be honest, the thing you are in the mood for includes only you and Lando. 

You sigh. George always knows how to ruin something good. 

“What are the two of you doing together?” George asks. 

“Nothing it was just a coincidence that we met in the elevator,” you tell George. 

“Why was he holding you like that?” George continues to ask.

You don’t know an answer this quick. It’s Lando who answers quick enough.

“She just congratulated me with my podium,” he tells George, “So we hugged, since that’s a pretty normal thing to do by congratulating.” 

“So there’s nothing going on between you two?” George asks.

Lando and you both deny it. There’s nothing going on between the two of you. At least, nothing that concerns George according to you two. The elevator stops on your floor, you look a bit hopeless at Lando. What’s next? You wanted him to join you, but that’s impossible now. Thanks to George. 

“Let me walk you to your room Y/N,” George tells you. You just nod. You’re not in the mood to argue with him about it. It’s no use to do so. You walk out of the elevator with George, leaving Lando behind. 

When Lando arrives on his own floor he still can’t stop thinking about you and George. It’s annoying, but he can’t stop himself from doing so. He wonders what’s happening between you and George right now. But he also wonders about his own night if George didn’t interrupt it. He thinks about your earlier relationship with George. He wonders if you’re already over it? Maybe for you this is all about forgetting George, or maybe even about taking revenge on George? 

In the mean time you’re trying to get rid of George. You question yourself what you ever saw in him. Maybe it was because of the life he brought with him. You’ve only been together for a small half year before he cheated on you. Now that you think about it, you never told him that you loved him or anything like that. The relationship was real, but maybe it wasn’t for you. Every time you work with George or you meet him outside of work, he knows how to annoy you. How is it possible that you were dating with him? 

“You and Lando seem to meet up a lot lately,” George mentions. 

“As I told you, it’s a coincide George.”

“What if I don’t believe that? I always thought Lando had some sort of crush on you,” George continues. You don’t pay attention to his words, knowing George he’s lying to get a reaction from you. 

“That’s your problem. You don’t have some sort of claim over me, we’re done remember? So I will kindly ask you to go to your own room.”

George mumbles some words, you can’t really hear him but you know it aren’t nice things to say to someone else. You open your room door and get inside. You wait until you hear George walking away. That should mean it’s safe now, right? You quickly grab your phone and send Lando a text.

Y/N: he’s gone, are you still coming?

Lando doubts a bit about his answer. He feels down because of the interaction with George. It’s mainly his own fault. He is thinking about your mindset, why are you fucking with him? Is it because of him or is it because of George? He’s afraid that you’re using him to get some kind of revenge on George. But on the other hand, you specifically told him that you won’t want George to find out. Maybe you’re using him to get over him? He types a reply for you.

Lando: don’t know if I’m still in the mood after running in to George 

Maybe he can ask you sometime about your motives? But maybe he doesn’t want to know them. Lando sighs. He hears his phone vibrating, quickly he takes a look at it. 

Y/N: that’s too bad, I was excited about you teasing me

Lando is already jumping up from his bed when he reads your text. He quickly types back a reply before heading over to your hotel room. How can a simple text make him feel this way? He go his excited feelings back and can’t wait to feel you again. 

Lando: Omw 

Lando: What room number?

Y/N: 206

Lando steps in to the elevator, waiting patiently until it’s reaches your floor level. When it finally does he quickly steps out of it. Not even noticing the person who’s getting in. 

“Lando?”

This can’t be real, Lando thinks annoyed. How is he meeting up with George again? He turns around, facing George. 

“What are you doing here?” George asks. 

“None of your business,” Lando responds. 

George walks out of the elevator, getting closer towards Lando. 

“I know what you’re doing,” George tells Lando, “and it’s useless.” 

Lando doesn’t reply. He has no idea what George is talking about. He doesn’t want to give him more information because of a weird statement. The only thing he wants is to go over to your room. 

“I know you’re trying to get closer to her,” George continues, “but she doesn’t want you. What do you think? That a girl like her wants someone in her bed who can’t even find her clit. Just stop trying, I’ll have her back by my side before you know it.”

Lando is speechless at first. How can George say things like this? He sighs. What a fucking dick. He thinks about fucking you so hard that George can hear it, but he knows you don’t want George to find out. 

“You know George, I strongly believe I could give Y/N better orgasms then you ever did,” Lando says eventually, “Not because I’m that good in the bedroom, but mainly because you’re that selfish.” 

He turns around and walks away from his old friend. When he looks back he notices that the elevator is leaving with George. Lando searches for your room. He only wants one thing right now and that’s to hear that he really fucks you better then George ever did.

**

Only fifteen minutes later is Lando thrusting in and out of you. You are pressed up against the door. The two of you didn’t even make it to the bed. Mainly because of you. You were waiting for a bit for Lando before you got bored. So you decided to already undress yourself. When you opened the door for Lando you were only wearing a lingerie set. Lando never entered a hotel room this fast, not wanting anyone else to see what was meant for his eyes. 

The set is now somewhere laying on the floor. Lando is holding you up while fucking you against the door. His pants are hanging around his feet, his boxer is somewhere between his legs. He doesn’t care. 

You moan when Lando starts licking around your nipple. He peppers some kisses around it before taking the hard nob into his mouth again. You moan even harder when he softly bites on it in a playful way. 

Your hands are lost somewhere in Lando’s hair. When he leaves your nipple alone to move over to your neck, you pulls his hair as a reflex. He starts kissing your neck until he finds the place you like it the most. You feel him groan against your collarbone. He moves multiple times with his mouth against your neck, shoulders and collarbone. It feels wonderful. 

Your stomach starts to tighten. Lando increases his pace. You moan again. It’s unfair how good he is at fucking you. How can you ever think about anyone else when these memories are there? You know for sure that no one can fuck you as good as him. Whenever this thing between you ends, probably because Lando will find a girl he actually likes, you can never have sex like this again. He’s ruining you. He’s ruining you for everyone else. 

“Tell me, who’s making you feel this good,” Lando asks you with a husky voice. 

You don’t even doubt before answering him, “You, Lando. Only you. Fuck.” You’re words are messy, but that reflects exactly how you feel as well. You’re a moaning mess under Lando. 

“Good girl,” he mumbles before pressing his lips against yours. 

His fingers find their way to your clit. With some small movements he gives you exactly what you need. He feels how close you are getting to your orgasm. He’s also getting close. He removes his fingers from your clit. 

“Did anyone else ever made you feel this good?” He asks you. 

Before he can even doubt his direct question, you’re already answering it. 

“No. Only you.”

He can’t help himself anymore, he needs to ask further. “Not even George?”

You moan once again before answering Lando. You wonder shortly about his questions, but maybe he’s the type that likes hearing how good he fucks you. What would you know about it. You think it’s kinda hot. You like the dirty way he’s talking. You like his words of affirmation, you love to be called a good girl. So instead of giving Lando a simple answer, something like no, you decide to tell him the truth. 

“He only made me cum once,” you say. 

Lando laughs out loud. It’s pathetic how there’s suddenly a weight lifted of his shoulders. 

“So I already beat him?” He asks you. 

“Maybe,” you say, maybe you can tease him a bit. 

Lando decreases his movements, going so slow that he’s almost stopping. You feel your orgasm moving further away. Fuck you were almost there. 

“Maybe?” He questions, “are you pretending to cum?”

“Maybe,” you tell him again. 

“Did I ever told you that I don’t like liars?” Lando asks you. He pulls his dick out of you and takes a small step back. He removes his pants and underwear in the mean time. You shake your head. 

“Maybe I should show you what I do with bad girls,” Lando tells you with a stern tone. It’s almost if there’s someone new standing in front of you. Lando looks confident, you feel yourself turning in to an even bigger mess. 

“Show me,” you whisper. 

Lando shows you a smirk, he picks you up and takes you to the bed. He drops you softly on the bed. You stare at him, waiting for his next move. Already missing the feeling of him inside of you. 

“Maybe I should do what I told you earlier after all. First the teasing and now this, you don’t know how to behave properly. You only deserve punishment,” Lando tells you while still talking with the same stern tone in his voice. 

“Punishment?” You ask. This is kinda new for you. You’ve read about it when reading your romance books, but you never thought you’d find someone who was interested in the same things. 

“What do you think you deserve babygirl? A few spanks? A bit of teasing?” Lando asks you, “Come sit on my lap,” He says almost immediately after that. 

You obey quickly. You move yourself around to sit properly on his lap. Your bare pussy on his dick, but it’s not in you to your annoyance. If it wasn’t for your big mouth you’d already orgasmed by now. Lando slowly touches your body. His hands find their way to your ass eventually, he kneads your cheeks slowly. 

“I want you to lie over my lap, face down and ass up,” Lando tells you, “and I want you to listen to me.”

You quickly do what Lando asks you. He kneads your ass a bit more. Softly grazing against it with his hands. You let out a soft moan when his hand almost touches the part between your legs. You need him. But this is your own fault. 

“This is for lying to me, I gave you an orgasm the first night,” Lando says before he softly slaps against your ass. He wants to test you first, he needs to know what you like and what you dislike. He caresses your ass after the slap. You moan softly. That’s his sign to continue. 

“This is for lying to me as well, because I’m pretty sure you came earlier today in my dressing room,”Lando tells you. He slaps your ass harder this time, you let out a surprised gasp but it quickly turns into a moan. 

“This is for almost lying me again, you were only seconds away from your orgasm. I could feel your walls clenching around me already.” He slaps your ass harder again. You’re not surprised this time. You let out a moan when his hand touches your ass. 

Lando turns you back to himself. He changes your position. You’re laying on your back, waiting for Lando to do something. He comes closer to you, before you know it you feel him enter you again. 

“Next time I won’t be this nice,” he groans in to your ear before increasing his speed. 

You smile, “Be honest, you were almost there as well before you decided to test me.”

“I’m almost there for the whole fucking evening baby,” Lando groans, “it’s fucking unfair how you make me feel. Do you even know what effect that dress has on me? Fucking unfair.”

You don’t reply to Lando his words. At least, unless coming undone is some sort of reply? When Lando tells you about him being almost there for the whole evening, you feel yourself coming undone. You let out a few small moans. Lando is quick to follow your steps. Letting himself go as well. 

An hour later the two of you are still laying in your hotel bed. You’re scrolling on your phone, watching some video’s on TikTok. Lando is playing with your hair, while keeping himself busy with his never ending thoughts. He needs to know what your intentions are. 

“Y/N?” He asks after a while of thinking. You look up from your phone, directly facing Lando. 

“Can I ask you a weird question?” Lando asks. You nod. “You aren’t doing this to get some kind of revenge on George right? Or to get over him?” Lando asks. He feels relieved after finally asking those things, but he is quick to feel nervous again. He can’t shake off the nervous feeling while waiting for your answer. 

“No,” you simply state, “George hasn’t been on my mind even once while I’m fucking with you. I’m simply doing this because it’s fucking good.”

Lando smiles. He presses against on top of your head. 

“Why though?” You ask Lando. 

“I met him again when I stepped out of the elevator,” Lando tells you honestly, “He told me that you’d be back with him soon and that I would never fuck you as good as he did.”

“Hm,” you reply tiredly, “He’s wrong about both, what an idiot.” You’re tired of your ex boyfriend and his childish behavior. It’s stupid of him to think that he will get you back. As if. Lando continues to play with your hair. You feel your eyes getting heavier. Maybe you can sleep just like this. You move your head a bit, getting comfortable on Lando’s torso. Then you close your eyes and quickly drift away to sleep. 

Lando can’t stop watching you. He needs to talk about this to anyone. He can’t keep his thoughts to himself anymore. He decides to text his friend, Max Verstappen. 

Lando: max i need to tell you so much

Lando: im kinda in a complex situation

Max: what did you do this time Lando?

Lando: i might be friends with benefits with y/n

Max: fwb with feelings?

Lando: she doesnt know

Lando: lunch somewhere when we’re back in Monaco? I need to tell you everything

Max: deal

Max: i want to hear everything

next part

[earthstellar]

It’s 3 AM on a Monday Morning: Let’s Talk About Pharma

I cannot emphasise enough how Pharma was possessed/resurrected by literal space gods and the very first thing he did, leading up to the panels above, was to monitor his ex-not-boyfriend via security cameras-- presumably at least in part to ascertain if Ratchet had a new boyfriend or not-- solely in order to overpower the space god possessing his frame so that he could enact “revenge” and kill the shit out of his ex-not-boyfriend’s new boyfriend immediately. 

The very first thing Possessed Pharma actually does is have Drift shot as close to the spark as possible via targeted and clustered minion open fire.

Just prior to these panels, Pharma watches the security cameras for at least a brief period of time and immediately singles out Ratchet (and whoever appears to be closest to Ratchet) to ensure that his initial shots upon entering the deck are guaranteed as possible to destroy Ratchet’s new boyfriend and ONLY Ratchet’s new boyfriend (most of the other minion shots go wide/miss most of the others/don’t give as much damage to other bots present). 

There is no indication that Possessed Pharma would have given that much of a shit about any of what was going on, had it not been for Pharma’s deep seated obsession with Ratchet immediately kicking in the second he realised Ratchet was actually on board. 

It completely derails whatever the original plan might have been to address the loss of the God Gun. He 100% pivots towards getting the fuck down there with two new core objectives: 1) Obtain Ratchet and 2) Destroy Bot Most Likely to Be Ratchet’s Boyfriend 

Essentially: Pharma is so petty and so invested in Ratchet that it overpowers the influence of a literal god on his spark, processor, and frame-- Total possession, totally overridden by his instinctual petty needs.

(There is quite possibly also a further motive in the form of wanting to just generally isolate Ratchet the way Pharma felt isolated; Aiming at Ratchet’s closest friends and colleagues has a lot of intent behind it...

We see most medic characters tend to be social or actively at their best and most comfortable when with other people. First Aid is even part of a gestalt. We know Pharma did reasonably well in the past, right up until being stationed as a sole medical lead in an isolated location.

There’s nothing in canon that explicitly states that medic type bots might do better in groups, but it does make sense for the nature of the work, and we tend to see medic characters that have fairly social personalities or tendencies. So this is just my conjecture, but I have a whole too-long-post planned about Cybertronian class/caste and social behaviours in the works anyway...!) 

I know that we all already know all of this, but I feel like the sheer level of both pettiness and genuine obsession is core to what makes Pharma an effective and frightening villain. 

We’ve all seen a million “unhinged doctor” type enemies in all kinds of media before, but Pharma is somewhat unique among them in terms of how he got to this point, and how his obsession realistically developed. 

He knows what-- and who--he wants. 

Death can’t stop him. 

God can’t stop him.

It creates a far more effective unsettling vibe to Pharma overall; He’s not just dangerous due to medical knowledge and skills, but we know that he’s going to inevitably make unpredictable mistakes because his sheer obsessive focus on his points of interest have potential to fuck up his higher reasoning. 

It’s not just Ratchet he’s obsessed with, either.

Pharma at Delphi: Loneliness Under Duress and the DJD 

He was obsessed enough with running his clinic effectively enough under difficult conditions to provide care to an isolated and vulnerable population, at the very least to the degree that it’s hinted that he had such a focus on keeping the doors open and continuing to service those in need that when the DJD initially approached him. (Keeping in mind, of course, that a visit from the DJD is very much in the overwhelming majority of cases a brutal and horrific death for all on site.) 

We can assume that in engaging with Tarn, even though Tarn approached him first and specifically sought him out, that Pharma did his best to negotiate not just a reasonable “way out” of death for himself-- But for his patients and staff as well. The end deal was X number of t-cogs at X intervals, and you leave me, my staff, and the rest of my patients alone. 

It’s an unwinnable situation: Any deal with the DJD in such a situation essentially boils down to “Commit atrocities, or we will commit worse ones”.

He clearly felt the need to continue his deal with Tarn despite the spark-crushing, processor-warping level of moral injury it caused him to do, so out of an effort to continue providing medical services as needed-- For those who wouldn’t be effectively harvested for their t-cogs, at least. 

He viewed it, most likely, as a sacrifice of few so that the many could still receive treatment. 

His mindset on this may have been warped by his service as a medic during the war, although we have very little to no canonical information on what Pharma was really up to during the war for the most part, so it’s hard to say-- We do know that he worked with the New Institute, so who knows. 

But obviously, in the past, Pharma was well-adjusted; Even when working at the New Institute, which is when the panel below takes place. 

He was intensely devoted to his patients, took pride in his job. He was a good doctor, as far as we ever see him working in the past, and we do get to see a few glimpses of him administering what appears to be compassionate care. 

It’s unclear at what point various traumas from war etc. may have started to derail him, thus priming him as an ideal victim for Tarn to manipulate, and that’s something that needs to be remembered: 

Pharma is a victim of the DJD. 

He’s not a bad guy for evil’s sake; He set out to do good, or as good as possible given the circumstances that gradually developed. He wanted to make the best of an impossible situation for the sake of those he might still be able to save. 

It’s suggested that Pharma created the rust plague as a way to justify the closing of the Delphi site-- Which in and of itself suggests a serious level of desperation; It may have been during the creation of the rust plague that Pharma genuinely suffered a mental break of some kind. It’s a sign that he saw no way out, the situation was becoming unbearable/untenable, and he realised that Delphi needed to close somehow before it purely became a harvesting factory for Tarn’s t-cog demands. 

It’s a sign that he felt so isolated, even from his own staff, that he did not feel able to reach out for assistance. 

Left as the sole authority under such severe pressure, with all the typical pressure that comes with being in charge of the wellbeing and care of others also bearing down on him in a remote location with supply concerns etc., it’s very easy to see why Pharma eventually folded-- It was inevitable. 

He was under duress for an indeterminate amount of time, with very little outside assistance if any, with a limited number of staff who he evidently did not feel he could reach out to-- Either because of medical hierarchy nonsense (which is unfortunately a very real issue in actual real life medical systems) or out of a desire to prevent his other staff members, most of whom are junior medics, from potentially getting looped into the deal with Tarn and the DJD themselves. 

Pharma is uniquely effective as what would otherwise be a very stereotypical “mad doctor” type villain, because he is genuinely unwell, and we can understand fairly clearly how that happened-- Even with a lack of much background elaboration on Pharma’s past, and without having all the details of the lead up to where we pick up the Delphi situation. 

Pharma had a mental breakdown under sustained duress which spiralled into far more unhinged actions, but those actions--while not excusable--are at least understandable.

Because what do you do when you’re all alone, you have vulnerable patients at risk, you only have junior medical staff who are part of a terrifyingly small number of available/still alive medics post-war (which must also be taken into consideration when potentially sharing information with them which could place them at greater risk themselves), and the DJD-- a group of people that will kill everyone in the vicinity regardless of anything if their demands are not met-- is knocking on your door? 

It’s likely Pharma fixated on Ratchet because not only is Ratchet an exemplary medic, but because Ratchet seems to be one of the few colleagues Pharma was ever particularly close with in the past. 

In isolation, particularly in prolonged periods of isolation (famously, a few case studies exist involving prisoners held in solitary confinement for at least 12 continuous months, although I won’t link those reports here as they may be genuinely disturbing for some people), it is known that there is often a tendency for people at an intermediate stage of cognitive degradation caused by extreme isolation to mentally fixate on family members, close friends, colleagues, or any person or people they can more easily bring to mind-- People that they have formative or significant memories about, for example. 

(Part of this is simply because it is easier to imagine these better-remembered people in greater detail, which helps provide a slightly greater degree of mental stimulation while in total isolation. Among other reasons, but anyway!)

Ratchet fits that description for Pharma. 

A more mild version of this has also been reported to some degree by several adventurers/explorers, such as those who go on long term expeditions to isolated areas such as high elevation mountain caps--- An apt comparison, given the icy and isolated location Delphi is located in. 

Many explorers who survive gruelling expeditions mention fixating on a photograph of a loved one, or imagining what advice their friends would give them if they were present, or even talking out loud to their friends as if they were there-- Which is also useful for regulating breathing at high altitudes, so this serves multiple physical and mental purposes, for what it’s worth! 

But given the way Pharma monologues to Ratchet towards the end of the Delphi rust plague incident, it very much gives me the vibe that Pharma had likely been fixating on Ratchet for some time prior to Ratchet’s arrival at Delphi, and it may even be indicative that Pharma is at a point of mental stress where he may have been monologuing to an imagined Ratchet prior to where we step into the Delphi situation. 

Which is just my conjecture, as nothing suggests this in-canon, but it wouldn’t surprise me at all if this had been the case to at least some degree. Pharma’s ranting to Ratchet is very effectively unsettling and disturbing, especially with the in-universe context that Pharma in the past had been a very calm and effective medic. 

Stress and isolation and prolonged duress do things to people. Oftentimes, bad things. What happened with Pharma is overwhelmingly sad, and that lends greater weight to how frightening his behaviour is later on. 

This is someone who was unable, for whatever reasons, to get any help dealing with a nightmarish ultimatum under difficult circumstances while in relative isolation, with a lot of responsibility and professional stress bearing down on them throughout. It’s a realistic setup for a brutal downfall.   

Pharma undoubtedly had a connection to Ratchet going back a long way, both personally to some degree as well as professionally, but whatever else may have been going on with him between then and the end of the war, it seems the DJD and Tarn specifically may have ultimately been what pushed his tendencies for high independence and self-motivation towards fuel for obsessive behaviours.

It seems to me as though, to some degree, his obsession with Ratchet may have initially manifested as an attempt to cope and stay on top of things-- At least for a while. Ratchet was a good colleague, a friend, a great example of the type of CMO to aspire to be. 

But the DJD leaves no survivors. Pharma is not an exception; It just took him that much longer to die, and he suffered-- particularly mentally-- the entire time. 

Which doesn’t justify anything he did. But we can understand why he went on to do those things. 

And upon being resurrected as a frame-puppet for a space god, that fixation-- Ratchet as a sole point of focus, warped from being a coping method under isolation and duress to being a genuine full-blown obsession-- continues to drive him through what is, really, a horrendous situation there, too. 

It lets us know that the bots possessed by these gods are conscious, to some degree, in their own processors. They are aware to some degree, but their frames are moving beyond their control, their processors are muddled with the thoughts of a cosmic entity. 

That has potential to be terrifying-- And Pharma is powering through, once again, fixating, raging against impossible circumstances, inevitably failing. 

Pharma is, fundamentally, a doctor who fell prey to manipulation under threat of death and suffered severe mental health challenges as a result, and owing to ultimately being unable to cope, committed atrocities, acts of abuse of power, and violence while developing obsessive fixations with periodic episodes of acute manic behaviour. 

Things only spiralled out from there; Again, not excusing Pharma’s actions, especially as he does seem to have a reasonable degree of clarity/lucidity while in the process of setting up and/or actively committing several heinous acts even when they are bookended by what might be considered manic episodes (I really wish we had more canonical information on how Cybertronian processors function), but we can absolutely understand how he got to this point. 

And it’s rare to see a realistic and understandable “mad doctor” type character, so I appreciate Pharma as being a great example of how to do “mad doctor” correctly. 

Also, it’s hard to make such a character be in any way funny, but even though Drift getting shot is not funny, we can still make the connection that Pharma truly is interested in Ratchet to the degree that in his mind, Ratchet’s periphery-- friends, colleagues, boyfriend-- are targets for him as well.  Which is frightening. And also sort of easy fuel for fandom, which is helpful to offset the horror. 

It gives us an “out” from the potentially depressing background of Pharma, in that we can acknowledge the realistically serious and disturbing nature of his obsession with Ratchet, and the upsetting nature of his downfall, while also being able to say “lol so gay for Ratchet” and do normal gay fandom shit, which makes some of the extreme violence slightly more bearable for us as audience members/readers. (I love gay Pharma memes; I also cried at the end of the Delphi arc, at least twice. All things in good balance, lmao) 

JRO really nailed it with Pharma; This is a character that has been extremely well-written and well presented, especially considering the fairly limited amount that has actually been written for the character! We really only have the Delphi Arc and the somewhat brief later on shenanigans towards the end of Lost Light for any direct content involving Pharma, but we can still piece together this much from that comparatively little. 10/10 Nicely done. 

tl;dr it’s fun to talk about how Pharma is so gay for Ratchet that he overpowered a god in order to shoot Ratchet’s new boyfriend, because yes, but also, holy shit I have feelings about Pharma 

if you read all this, thank you so much! <3 

it genuinely is 3 AM on a Monday morning at the moment, now almost 4 AM LOL, so I have not edited this at all lmao, and I apologise for any errors etc. that there might be. <3 

[Source: Lost Light Issue #22, MTMTE Issue #17]

[yuusishi]

Hiya~ I love your works 🥺 May I request a headcannon about Sectoral heterochromia!Reader (The reader have a pink w/ mint green colours eyes OR A yellow w/ purple) i don't mind any genders

'They never show their eyes and always wear a mask (like Gojo's) until one day,after they became *the characters mention* s/o they decided that they're ready to show their eyes'

w/ Vil,Azul,Jade and Rook

Ignore this if you want,If you DO do this then Thank you!!

~Shiro

Vil, Azul, and Jade With a Reader With Sectoral Hererochromia!

pairings: Vil Schoenheit, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech x gn!reader (separate)

genre: fluff

cws/tws: ooc Jade?

a/n: hi anonnie I didn’t include Rook in this (for once) cuz in my rules I said I’ll only do 3 characters per request! Also I’m still not totally familiar with how Jade acts so he might be pretty ooc

¡ Vil Schoenheit !

He was amazed when he first saw your eyes, one being one-toned then the other two-toned, he’s rarely seen anything like this on social media much less in real life.

Was definitely happy that you trusted him enough with something that you usually cover up from other people!

Whenever you two are alone in either Ramshackle or in his room in the Pomefiore dorm he always faces you in bed just to admire you, whether or not you’re awake.

He loves you a lot and thanks the Seven for letting him meet someone as unique as you.

If someone suddenly bursts in the room (usually one of the Adeuce duo or Grim if you’re in Ramshackle) either one of you rush for the blindfold to cover your eyes again if you don’t want to show others yet.

This doesn’t happen at all if you’re in his room in Pomefiore though because everyone knows how to knock there <3 that’s why he prefers for you two to spend time in Pomefiore.

¡ Azul Ashengrotto !

Azul’s deathly aware and experienced in things such as insecurities, he was over the moon when you let him see your eyes for the first time because that means you trust him a lot and that makes him happy!!

The tweels tease him sometimes for being the only one in your little friend group without a form of heterochromia to which he just scoffs at.

If you two are just sitting in his office or in one of each other’s beds I feel like he’s the type to just suddenly pinch your cheeks impulsively

“What was that for, Azul” you whined while you rubbed your cheek ‘You just look too cute for your own good’ was what he wanted to say but what came out was “I just wanted to” as he buried his face on your shoulder, but you got his message either way.

I WENT OFF TRACK WAIT

If you two are in the same class he likes to just sit and stare at you lovingly but as discreetly as possible if the teacher gives some free time, not just admiring your dual colored eyes but the entirety of you in general.

Does the same thing as Vil where he rushes to cover your eyes if someone suddenly comes in, but in a less panicky way to not cause the other person to ask any questions, especially if it’s a person that you’re not comfortable seeing your eyes yet.

¡ Jade Leech !

Jade knows when it’s time to joke around (though a lot of his jokes end up sounding like threats) and when to be serious, and of course trusting him enough with something like this is something he’ll take seriously.

He thinks your eyes look like the painted pebbles that somehow survived to sink to the depths where he and Floyd live, they look beautiful.

Heterochromia couple!!

Respects the fact you’d rather hide your eyes from others, though he doesn’t understand why since he thinks it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen but even if he doesn’t get why he won’t pry for an answer.

Even if you both have heterochromia he thinks yours is so much more beautiful because it looks like one of your irises is painted which makes you so much better!

I feel like he’d keep accidentally covering your eyes with his hand instead of your blindfold if someone suddenly walks in the room without knocking, it takes him a while to go for the piece of cloth first before his hand.

Whenever he goes out shopping by himself he’d sometimes buy you one or two blindfolds that have designs on it unlike your plain black one to just change things up a bit, but of course no design that would make you look like a fool, he doesn’t aim to humiliate you.

If someone keeps overstepping your boundaries and constantly asking to see what’s under your blindfold Jade’s there in an instant to stop that person, by force if needed <3

[jaestrz]

Temptation - seungcheol

idol!au - seungcheol x reader - fluff - angst??? - protective cheol

“of course it matters to me. You’re a part of the team and you’re under my responsibility. I won’t be able to forgive myself for failing to take care of my members and my only love.” -s.

🍂🍂🍂

Things like this never really bothered you for a long time. It was something you’ve learnt during your fresh debut years and Seungcheol’s familiar advice. don’t let a random stranger online who didn’t see your struggles, ruined the best of you. Although you couldn’t never understand why people were cruel enough to do that, you worked hard to be in the place you were now and pushed random strangers opinion. Whether it’s a random rumor other people made online to throw shades, you never really took it seriously unless it was a correct information.

Indeed people do change throughout the years. Some humans can really be fragile with their emotions once they grew older.

This started when the other day you accompanied him to his photoshoots. Cheol was trying to process and accepting your weird behavior. That day was also the day an article online was released about your interaction with Taeyong during an award show a few days ago. But the headline was starting to bother you. Cheol doesn’t know it yet. He hasn’t been on his phone due to his busy schedule.

The sound of the camera shutter stopped, signaling he was on a break. He walked towards you and you quickly shutting off your phone, giving him a smile as he comes closer to kiss your forehead. You didn’t know what you were feeling at the moment. A sense of guilt build inside you like piles of deck stacked up together. You shouldn’t feel this scared. Everything on the article wasn’t true at all.

You tried to distract your own mind by fixing his hair and have a talk with the staffs. To be honest with yourself, it wasn’t working.

“love, you okay? You’re so pale, what’s wrong? Sick?” There was a mixture of concerned and worried in his question. You just sat straight and nodded, telling him you were absolutely fine. Liar.

Cheol is the most hardworking person you’ve ever met in your whole life. He took care of you and 13 other people for almost his whole life, putting on more pressure didn’t seem like a good idea. He attend meetings even when he didn’t have anything to say just to give out all the informations to members. Cheol put you and his members before himself. He’s really a great leader with responsibility.

Maybe you just wished you could’ve been a better girlfriend and team member.

Cheol wasn’t that easy to fool by your lies either. If he sees something off, he knows there’s something wrong. Maybe he can’t ask you right now but he’ll ask you as soon as you both get home. But your sudden change of behavior has gotten on his nerves. Cheol noticed you had been going through your phone a lot, sighing at something that he doesn’t know.

Even when you both got home, you denied the thousand questions he had asked you. “Is there anything you want to show me baby? You’re quiet for the last few days as well. Was there something that I don’t know?”

“Was there something you’ve wanted? I can buy it for you.”

“Do you need a few more days of break? I could discuss with the staffs if you need me to.”

Yet you couldn’t answer him and just ignored. There was a disappointed look on his face when he saw you walk away from him. Cheol thought about dropping the subject once he saw the way you’ve gotten uncomfortable and he didn’t want to accidentally cause an argument. So he stopped talking about it, hoping whatever kind of problems in your mind that has been bothering you would soon be gone by the next few days or faster. But to him, it was getting worse in his point of view.

He indeed has seen a rumor scandal between you and a NCT member on social media but that never came up to Cheol’s mind if that was the cause of your weird change of behavior. All he could think of was 3 days ago when you said you’ve been in a lot of pain mentally and physically from overworked. So Cheol cleared your schedule with the help of staffs.

That. You wondered if you ever deserved a person like him. Were you enough? Because you didn’t feel like you should earn love from him. You don’t deserve him. That’s what you thought.

Yet he took care of you as if you are worth more than what you think.

‘ svt member y/n caught having an affair interaction with nct Taeyong while she’s in a relationship with svt’s leader Scoups.’

userxxxxxx: I wonder what they were talking about

randxmxser: she’s doing things without thinking her limits. Poor scoups.

kxwxii: she’s probably cheating on Scoups. Is one man not enough for her?

qwlsky: she’s pretty and all but damn. Scoups deserves someone better.

and society’s opinions could really make people feel bad.

You don’t even know how long you could bottle your feelings because you ended up failing to keep it a secret from him when you went to his arms, barely getting yourself together. Both of you were coming back from a long meeting for future going seventeen schedules ahead. It seemed a little bit weird for a request to him but you asked him to pull over at the side of the road. He did generally asked you why but he slowly parked and you got out of the car, leaving him confuse.

“Y/n?” Cheol called you, until he saw you lean against his car and a tear escaped your eyes.

When he saw your struggles, he soon got out as well and walked to you, seeing you break down like a crack lined glass just shattered in front of his eyes. He felt like as something had tug his heartstrings. There was something that has been bothering you so much.

You felt his arms, slowly pulling you close to his chest as you breathe in his scent of cologne. Hot tears streamed down your face, feeling him hug you tighter with his chin rested on the top of your head. If it weren’t because of something else, there’s only left one thing on his mind. God, he wished he could’ve think faster. His nightmare came true before he could take action. He rubbed your back, trying to calm you down. “Are you mad at me Cheol? I swear I wasn’t-”

He hushed you. “hey, we went over this before right? I trust with every decision and action you do. We promised not to trust everything we see in the internet baby.” He told you. You didn’t know why were you scared either.

“I know you would never do anything like that. We made an agreement we can talk freely with our friends right? I don’t see a problem with you having an interaction with others.” He was soft. Even with the cold breeze outside, his presence sent warmth to you. Cheol could feel how scared you were. He never knew how much this could affect you.

“does it matter to you?”

“of course it matters to me. You’re a part of the team and you’re under my responsibility. I won’t be able to forgive myself for failing to take care of my members and my only love.” There was a smile on his face as he wiped the tears of your face. His laugh. It’s like a instant cure medicine for your heart.

Maybe you could think that you don’t deserve humans like him but he could guarantee he couldn’t live without you by his side.

“I love you, please remember that. I would never get angry over something that isn’t true. I’m proud you’re brave enough to speak it up to me.”

-

“y/n! Are you okay? I heard about the scandal rumor thing yesterday. Please don’t even bother, they’re just seeking for attention.” You see one of the staffs you’re close with approached by while you and Seungcheol. You smiled. “Yeah. I’m fine, thanks for the asking.”

In the meeting, you didn’t really spoke a full sentence to anyone. You just listened to everything. Seungcheol did most of the talking but you couldn’t really catch up with the conversation. You didn’t even realized how much time had passed by due to you getting lost in your own thoughts. His cold hand touches yours snapped you back to reality.

“you okay?”

you hummed in response before feeling his lips touches your forehead. “The team settled everything. We can go now.”

Soon a few moments later, a notification popped up in both’s phones.

‘artist guidelines.’

[demonicintegrity]

One of my favorite details is even when Anzu is forced out of her cat prints, she still has something with a cat detail on it. A charm or necklace or the bracelet Kazuki gave her.

I think it shows that her loving cats wasn’t ever the problem, and thus her personality isn’t the problem. It’s just that most people don’t get a chance to look pass that based on first impressions alone.

Her longterm friends have been around her enough to know her pass the video games for example. Saki and Junta really value her a friend. She’s trustworthy and fiercely loyal to her friends. Even the childhood bad boy I’m blanking on a name on was able to see how cool she can be, and also how loyal she was to Junta.

But Riri is right that her fixation on video games is what causes her to miss a lot of social interaction. It’s not that her love of video games is bad, she clearly can bond through them and has a lot of joy in it, she’s just like most teens and adults where finding a balance is difficult.

Idk it’s really nice that at no point does Anzu have to change her personality to meet people. She just has to balance out her actions better. It’s really nice to see media say that you can find love in all forms just as you are, you’re not compromising yourself for it.

[jwirecs]

Recommended Misc Fics of November 2022💖

hello, hello! here are my recs for ateez, seventeen, straykids & txt for september! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS AU

My Way To You || @wonwoonlight​​​​​💕✅💯💯

↳ You don’t remember a time when you don’t have Wonwoo by your side. But when things happen and you’re left to deal with your feelings, you can’t help but wonder if what you have with him can be framed under the name of friendship after all. or, alternatively, Wonwoo’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember and he doesn’t know if he should be thankful or not that you’ve never suspected him for it.

HYBRID AU

Peach || @thelargefrye​​💕💔🔄 (i think its still ongoing, not too sure)

↳ hongjoong adopts you, a cat hybrid, and brings you home where he already as yunho, a dog hybrid.

The Art Of Home || @thelargefrye​​​​​💕✅

↳ what a saturday morning consist of with you and your eight mates.

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Cherry On Top || @ilymatz​​💕💔✅💯

↳ yeosang is fairly closed off and wants to keep you at an arm's length. why? it's simple. fear.

Time Of Love || @desayunho​​💕💔✅💯

↳ one drunk night out will turn your finally easy life into a trainwreck, and lead your upstairs neighbors to become far more than what you anticipated.

WEREWOLF AU

Wolf Ateez React To Their Mate Being A Bunny Hybrid || @ja3hwa​​🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Thank you to my anonymous asker for this request. I hope you enjoy this. Also I tried to make this Gender neutral as you didn’t specify a gender ♡ Enjoy ♡

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP AU

Live Stream || @pileofwords​​💕✅

↳ seungcheol is in the middle of an impromptu live stream when you, unaware, burst into his room and are caught on camera.

Love Me Out Loud || @twogyuu​​​​💕💔✅💯

↳ Kim Mingyu was your first, but to him, he was for sure you were his endgame. One year out from university, no one expected you to be dating the former campus heartthrob. It’s why you had to hide it from everyone - Mingyu’s 14.5K Instagram followers, at least. However, the return of your childhood best friend Kim Taehyung to Seoul for a wedding, forces Mingyu to rethink the secrecy of your whole relationship.

FAKE DATING AU

His Smile || @angelwonie​​ 🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ falling in love with your fake boyfriend isn't a good idea, and it's even worse if that fake boyfriend happens to be Kim Mingyu. but you just can't help it — he's got the prettiest smile you've ever seen.

TIMESTAMPS

06:17 || @wonwoonlight​​💕✅💯💯

↳ sleepy!wonwoo

09:57pm || @idyllic-ghost​​​💕✅

↳ (full on fluff)

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Wanted: New Roommate || @suhnshinehaos​​​💕💔✅💯

↳ when yn’s exchange student roommates leave, they are left with the unfortunate task of finding a new place to stay. lucky for them, a room just opened up at apartment 5c, complete with the most interesting group of people they could ever hope to meet.

STRANGERS TO LOVERS AU

Feu D’Artifice || @twogyuu​​​​💕💔✅

↳ "The Robin Hood of street racing," Chan liked to call him. You had laughed in your friend's face when he first told you about Vernon, but when you actually met him, you couldn't help but be curious about what was behind that stoic façade and his rusted Toyota Celica.

For Worse Or For Better || @fallinwoozi​​​​​💕✅💯

↳ Prompt: this marriage was supposed to be a scam but, but listen,

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Isn’t It Delicate? || @writing-skz​​💕💔✅

↳ after three years of no contact, when you get paired with lee minho for a course project you get to build back the friendship you both had left behind. It would have been perfectly fine if the reunion hadn't brought out your suppressed feelings for the boy you had bottled in years ago, but of course when is life ever that simple?

Its Just A Mistake! || @seosracha​​​💕💔✅💯

↳ When a confession text lands into your college enemies messages, the solution is clear. At the end of the day, its just a mistake, right?

My Sunshine || @staysuki​​​💕💔✅

↳ pure, optimistic, carefree, and innocent-that was you, known as the campus sweetheart. but with such a personality, people only really saw you as a friend, nothing more and nothing less.

Sunshine || @svngbins​​​💕💔✅💯

↳ y/n’s only secret is that she’s in love with her childhood best friend, jisung. the only problem? y/n’s other best friend, aerin, has a not-so-secret crush on jisung.

Sunshine Is Far Away, Clouds Linger On || @seungkwan-s​​💕💔✅💯

↳ y/n has been in love with her best friend, minho for as long as she can remember but minho's girlfriend, mina, isn't her biggest fan. mina makes it her goal to put y/n down at any chance she can get, while making herself look like the victim. will minho finally see through her lies or have you lost him forever?

The Epic Highs and Lows of JYP University || @staysuki​​💕💔🔄 (Season 1 & 2 are completed)

↳ JYP University... You didn’t know what to expect, especially since you were simply just a charity case to a prestigious boarding school. You were intimidated- and rightfully so. After all, there’s only so much you can have till the pressure of college life gets to you.

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP AU

Jock & Nerd || @capaimagines​​​​💕💔✅

↳ Request: a jock x nerd secret relationship high school au with soobin, pls? where u guys have a “secret relationship” but girls keep being delusional and try to bully you for “flirting” with soobin so y’all just announce that ur dating? tyty and i hope that his wasn’t to specific 🥺

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Bad Hair Day || @iyeonjuni​💕✅

↳ yeonjun dyes his hair almost every week and y/n is just curious as to how he keeps his hair so fresh

Moonlight || @sunlightwoo​​​💕💔✅

↳  you know who this person is, you think. you’ve seen him multiple times in your dreams and it’s been happening since the moment that you had turned 16. however, you have never put a name to a face at all considering you’ve only woken up to the memory of his soft hums. soulmates exist for a reason, right?

Do check out all of the other Group Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[shawnsprincesse]

Rear View (Harry Styles AU)

WARNING, this story contains:

Sex

Dirty talk

Choking

Bratty sub

TW AGE GAP

Melanie’s dads chauffeur picks Melanie up after a night out and after not getting lucky at the club she’s hoping he’ll give her a good time instead, the problem is he doesn’t want to lose his job and there’s a clear age gap between them.

Aka

Melanie masturbates in the car and Harry watches her in the rear view mirror before deciding to finally fuck her.

AN: I imagined this as long haired harry while writing it but you can imagine whatever you want. Also, I don’t specify his age so you can imagine whatever age you’re comfortable with when it comes to the age gap part.

I watched as the long black limousine pulled up to the curb, punctual as always. After a long night out with the girls I was tired, tipsy and ready to go home. It was a warm October night in Hollywood and the hills were crowded with people trying to get into the popular nightclubs along the streets. Lucky for me, I was able to get in wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted despite only being eighteen. My dad is a part of Hollywood’s elite, he’s worked with countless movie stars and I was basically raised on a movie set. This gives me tons of benefits when it comes to socializing, I’m always on the VIP list and I’m always invited to movie premieres and other big Hollywood events.

Being raised by industry parents definitely has it’s perks but there are always several downsides to it. My parents raised me to always be polite, always be on my best behavior and to never lash out on people not matter how I really feel. This is usually not a problem because I am over all a quite happy person but with social media and the endless amount of haters and trolls on line testing my patience I sometimes have a hard time biting my own tongue.

”I guess I’ll see you Monday at school?” Josh, some random boy I met at the club said as he watched the limo pull up next to me on the curb.

”I guess.” I shrugged not really interested in seeing him on Monday or ever again. ”Thank you for tonight, I had a great time.” I lied as I turned to give Josh a brief hug. It wasn’t that I had a bad time, I just expected to have a better time, if you know what I mean. It’s pretty obvious that I’m not going home with him and honestly what’s the point of going clubbing if you’re not gonna get fucked afterwards?

”You too. Text me when you get home.” Josh smiled. He’s a great guy and we’ve been talking for a while now but things just aren’t doing it for me. When he asked me if I wanted to go out clubbing I thought for sure that this was going to be the night where I’d get laid which is why I put on my sexiest black dress and got all dolled up for the night.

I don’t have a problem getting laid, guys basically line themselves up for me and I’m not the one to tell them no, for the most part I’m not picky. I lost my virginity when I was sixteen and I’ve probably slept with like fifteen to twenty guys since then so it’s not like I’m ugly or anything. I just don’t understand why Josh didn’t make a move tonight, I guess he’s too nice and is hoping to take things slow but I honestly don’t have time for that.

I’m not looking for a relationship, I’m only eighteen and when you’re eighteen you’re supposed to go out, get drunk and have fun, not settle down and get married. My mother had me when she was only twenty and look at her now, she’s basically just working for my dad, taking care of the house and occasionally drinks wine with her friends. I don’t want to settle down at twenty only to have boring book club meetings with wine when I’m forty-five. I wanna live life.

The limousine driver stepped out of the driver’s seat and walked around to open the door for me. ”How are you tonight, Miss Dorsey?” The driver spoke politely.

”Didn’t I tell you to call me Melanie, or Mel for short?” I teasingly asked as I stepped into the vehicle. 

”You did. I’m just trying to keep things formal.” My dad’s driver spoke politely. He was very well mannered despite his tossed up look. 

”Well, don’t.” I corrected him with a soft, reassuring smile. He’s too hot to be calling me Miss Dorsey anyway, it sounds like he’s talking to my grandma.

Harry is one of dads newest drivers. He’s got this disheveled look to him where his slacks aren’t perfectly ironed, his dress shirt is always unbuttoned at the top and his long luscious curls are just messily pushed to the back. If I had to guess I would say he’s in his mid to late twenties and for me he ticks all the boxes. He’s got a great jawline, nice plump lips and beautiful green eyes and honestly I don’t need to know much more about him in order to fuck him.

”Where to Miss- I mean Mel?” Harry quickly tried to correct himself. Harry hasn’t formally introduced himself to me, I just happen to know his name by his name tag. My dad hired this company that sells chauffeur services so we’re not always guaranteed to get the same driver and I’ve only ever met Harry twice before but let me tell you the moment I laid my eyes on him, I knew I wanted him inside me.

”The beach house.” I responded ever so politely like my mother had taught me. Daddy has a beach house in Malibu and most of the time it sits empty which is perfect for me when I need to spend some time alone or get laid. My dad works late hours and early mornings so he pretty much barely sees me come and go and my mother goes everywhere with him as his personal assistant so I’m pretty much free to do whatever I want and as an only child I rarely get punished for anything.

”Yes ma’am.” Harry nodded as he looked at me through the rear view mirror. 

I adjusted myself in the seat, pulling my short dress down to a comfortable position as I reached back to buckle my seatbelt. I could feel Harry’s eyes on me as I shifted slightly on top of the leather cushion, my legs tightly knit together in a lady-like manner. Of course I noticed his obvious staring but I pretended not too as the skirt ”accidentally” slipped back up over my thighs, revealing more and more of my bare skin. 

”Can I ask for your opinion?” I innocently spoke as I looked back at Harry.

”Sure.” He replied, he seemed about as clueless as a mouse in a mousetrap.

”What do you think about this dress? Daddy says it’s a bit too short but I don’t know. Do you agree?” I asked, forcing him to look at me and the little black dress once again.

Harry nervously scratched his neck as he struggled to figure out the right answer. He could either agree with me and admit that he found the inappropriate dress flattering on me or he could disagree with me and upset his boss’ daughter.

”Uhm-” He choked out nervously as he tried not to stare at me for too long.

”Daddy doesn’t think it’s appropriate since I’m only eighteen but I mean, I’m an adult. What do you think Harry?” I asked as I bit the corner of my lip, my voice soft and innocent as I slowly batted my lashes at him in a flirtatious manner.

He choked out a hmpf as he heard my sweet innocent voice spell out his name. I was already dead set on getting this man into my bed. Josh’s disappointment really settled it for me, I don’t need high school boys in my life, I need real grown men that knows what I want and aren’t afraid of giving it to me.

”Uhm I think-” Harry nervously choked out as he was unable to tear his gaze away from the revealing dress and the curves of my body. ”It uh, it’s great.” He managed to spit out an answer after taking a long look at the way the dress hugged my large breasts and wide hips.

”I knew it. See my daddy is so old fashioned, like at this point I’m a grown woman I should be allowed to wear what I want.” I spoke with innocence laced over my voice. At this point Harry probably thought I was just drunk and rambling when really it was just a part of the seduction.

”Mhmm.” Harry hummed in agreement as he tried his best to hide his not so subtle gaze into the rear view mirror.

”Also, I’m so sorry I had to call you this late…” I politely apologized as I continued to reel Harry in with my sweet seduction. ”I was out with this guy, Josh, right… and he asked me to go clubbing with him but he didn’t even have the decency to give me a ride home or anything.” I continued to mindlessly rant to give off the appearance that I was slightly more drunk than I really was, mostly because if my seduction didn’t work I could just blame everything on the alcohol and avoid completely embarrassment.

I’ve slept with older guys before but not guys that are this much older, they’ve usually just been a year or two older, college guys at best. So I’m kind of new to this whole, seducing older men technique and if it fails I’ll probably just stick to college guys because they’re the easiest target anyway.

”Of course, no worries.” Harry responded while flashing me a polite smile. 

I leaned forward in my seat, my elbows now resting on my knees as I sat behind Harry. I could inhale his scent and smell the sweet scent of his cologne as I breathed softly behind him.

”Josh really wasn’t gonna do it for me anyway…” I continued to speak, now in a low seductive voice as I was right behind Harry in his seat. ”I think I need a real man to satisfy me.” I whispered right behind Harry’s head rest. I’m sure he could feel my heavy breath against his neck at this point and it was almost like I could taste his skin and see the little neck hairs rise as he realized what I was doing.

His initial reaction was to nervously cough as he kept his eyes on the road, for a second he pretended like he didn’t hear me although I’m pretty sure he heard me loud and clear.

”It’s so hard to find a real man these days…” I continued to rant in my low seductive voice, playing it off like I was a little too drunk when in reality I was dead serious and knew exactly what I was doing. ”All these high school boys don’t know how to treat a woman right, you know?” I continued to drunkenly swoon into Harry’s ear to the point where he could no longer act like he didn’t hear me. ”I bet you know how to treat a woman right…” I continued to speak lowly. ”Bet you know just the right way to satisfy me…” I sing-sang drunkenly as I leaned forward as close to Harry’s ear as I possible could with the headrest separating us.

”Miss Dorsey!” Harry tried to interrupt me with another loud cough.

”Oh c’mon.” I dismissed his nervous cough. ”I know you want to.” I cooed teasingly as I looked at him through the rear view mirror, his green eyes nervously shifting across the empty road as he tried his best to ignore my advances.

”I think you’ve had a little bit too much to drink Miss Dorsey.” Harry politely and professionally declined.

”I see the way you look at me.” I ignored his exclamation as I continued to whisper sweetly into his ear with my seductive voice. 

”I can’t. Your dad would fire me.” Harry choked out, quietly admitting that he wanted to and the only thing stopping him was my dad. ”I’d lose my job!”

”Daddy doesn’t have to know.” I whispered softly into his ear. ”It’ll be our little secret.” I cooed ever so sweetly as I breathed heavily against Harry’s neck.

”No, no, no, no.” Harry called out loudly as if he’d snapped back into his senses and before I could know it, the little seductive games were over. ”You’re just drunk.” Harry called out dismissively as he leaned forward and pressed the little button that activated the separating privacy wall between us.

Suddenly I was left alone in the backseat, I let out a sigh as I leaned back into my seat and crossed my arms in disappointment. Damn, this night’s going so well, I thought to myself as I looked out at the dark night. Malibu is like a thirty minute drive from the hills and now I’m stuck in a car with a man that doesn’t want to fuck me and I’m mostly likely just gonna have to go to bed once I get home, what a successful night.

I might as well kick off my shoes, I thought to myself as I shrugged out of the tight leather hells. I already had blisters on the back of my foot and the top of my pinky toe. I looked down at my painted toe nails and shrugged as I put them up in the air to restore my blood flow. My feet and legs were aching from the heels being worn all night and the blisters were already red and bruised, matching the color of my nails.

I felt my skirt ride up my thighs and butt as I adjusted in my seat. My feet were now placed on the back of the privacy wall as I somewhat laid down in the backseat. My pussy was aching for attention and since this night was such a disaster I figured I would have to take matters into my own hands at this point.

I let one of my hands slide down between my legs, hoping that the simple touch would somehow soothe my pussy’s aching need for attention but it wasn’t good enough. It had been screaming for attention all night and with twenty minutes left of the drive, I wasn’t sure if I could wait until we got home.

My hand rubbed against the thin fabric of my panties over and over again in a soothing manner hoping that the burning ache between my legs would calm down just enough for me to make it home. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh as I continued to rub my hand over my clothed pussy. I thought about what a disappointing night it had been a how I’d rather have a real proper cock in me than having to down this on my own later tonight. Without dwelling too much on the fact that neither Josh or Harry wanted to fuck me, I thought about how good it was going to feel to finally get home and be able to properly touch my pussy and maybe I’d take a long nice shower and play with the shower head or find a nice pillow to grind my pussy against, anything that would soothe the aching need between my legs.

”Fuck.” I moaned quietly as I thought about making myself come. I realized that I don’t need a guy to come, I could just fuck myself with whatever object was available to me whether it be my own hands, a hot shower head or a firm pillow, maybe having to take care of things myself wasn’t the worst thing that could happen in the world.

As I continued to rub myself through my panties my mind wandered away from the endless possibilities of self-pleasuring to actually having a cock inside me. I wonder what Harry would be like in bed, he’s so much older than me and probably more experienced. He’s probably got a real good cock and knows how to use it properly unlike the boys at my school.

”Fuck!” I moaned again at the thought of Harry’s cock entering my wet, needy little teen pussy. I bet men his age fantasize about fucking young teens like me all the time, after all there’s a reason for teen 18+ being the top category on Pornhub.

”Everything okay, miss?” Harry asked and my eyes shot open as I was interrupted by his voice. The private wall was slowly pushed back down and I didn’t have enough time to hide what was actually going on behind the curtains as Harry looked at me through the rear view mirror.

”Mhmm.” I moaned deciding to not even bother hiding what I was doing since he already thought I was too drunk to function at this point.

Instead of hiding my rubbing motions, I continued to move my hand between my legs. The privacy wall was now down and I had to place my feet back on the ground, causing me to shift further in my seat. I spread my legs wide enough to give Harry a clear view of what I was doing as his eyes kept lingering on the rear view mirror.

My fingers pushed the thin cotton fabric of my panties to the side to expose the delicate parts between my legs. I trailed my fingertips gently against my moist slit as I refused to look away form Harry’s eyes in the rear view mirror. He was watching me and I knew it. If he wasn’t gonna fuck me, the least I could do was put on a good show to show him what he’s missing out on.

I bit the corner of my lip as I played with my wet pussy. My fingers danced across the soft, warm skin as I leaned back in my seat. Heavy breaths exited my mouth and filled the air as I gently rubbed my clit in circles, soothing the aching needs within me.

”Fuck…” I moaned once again as I finally, after some light teasing, slid one of my fingers inside me. 

Harry watched through the rear view mirror as I kept touching and teasing myself in the backseat. He tried to ignore my heavy breathing and pretended like he was too busy focusing on the road. Feeling bold and brave, I pushed another finger into my tight aching pussy, my hips grinding slowly against the leather seat as my own digits filled me up.

”Don’t you wanna fuck this tight little pussy, Harry?” I moaned as I began to move my fingers inside me. I could see Harry’s green orbs shift around the rear view mirror as I began to fuck myself in the back seat. The sound of my slick fingers slipping in and out of my sopping wet pussy echoed through the large car as I leaned back, spreading my knees further apart to give Harry and even better view. ”I know you want to feel how tight my little teen pussy feels wrapped around your big cock.” I continued to moan as I looked at Harry through the mirror. 

My fingers slid into my pussy with ease, I’d been needy for something inside me all night and now that I finally got it, I wasn’t gonna stop any time soon. Harry could either enjoy the show or ignore it. Regardless, I was dead set on making myself come.

”Oh fuck, it feels so good.” I moaned as I pushed another finger into my mouth to playfully suck on it while Harry’s eyes nervously shifted between the road and the rear view mirror. ”I could really use a big fucking cock to stretch me out properly.” I continued to talk dirty as I looked straight into the rear view mirror while sucking on my finger.

The sucking on a finger trick usually does wonders because guys can’t help but to imagine it being their own cock and it drives them crazy, for me it works all the time. Harry stayed silent as he watched me devour my own finger with my mouth, my tongue licking at it as if it was a big juicy popsicle. He pressed his lips into a thin line as I continued to moan for him in the backseat.

”I bet you’ve got a nice, big cock for me to suck on.” I moaned as I continued to make playful sucking noises around my finger. 

”Melanie-” Harry tried to object, the sigh in his voice indicating his frustration as he forced my name to spill out of his gritted teeth.

”I won’t tell daddy a thing, I promise.” I moaned as I pressed another finger into my mouth. With two fingers thrusting into my pussy and two fingers playfully grinding into my mouth I closed my eyes and continued to touch and devour myself the way my body deserved to be devoured. ”I know you’re thinking about it, please, just let me have your cock.” I pleaded softly as I continued to suck on my fingers, my mind imagining that they were actually Harry’s cock.

”I can’t lose my job over this!” Harry huffed in frustration, rejecting my request and all of my advances even though I knew that deep down inside he wanted me.

”C’mon, I won’t tell anyone.” I pleaded innocently. ”I’m so fucking wet and needy, please, I just need a cock in me.” I pleaded like the sweet innocent girl I’d been before. 

”Uhm- just-” Harry frustrated tried to somehow save himself from this situation but there was nowhere for him to go. He was trapped in the car with me for another fifteen minutes and I sure was determined to make them a living hell for him.

”Please Harry-” I whined softly as I continued to play with my pussy for him at full view. His green orbs focusing more on the rear view mirror than the road at this point. ”I bet all those other boys can’t give it to me like you can.” I moaned as I looked at him through the mirror. 

I could hear him swallow hard, the gulp being the only audible noise inside the car except for the sound of my wet pussy.

Harry didn’t respond. He kept quiet and I was really impressed by his self-control. Older men tend to have more self-control compared to high school boys so I really shouldn’t be surprised. I didn’t need Harry to respond to keep the show going though. 

I continued to finger myself all the way home, edging myself to tease myself properly in front of Harry but also to prolong the pleasure my body was finally experiencing. I hadn’t masturbated with anyone else before and the thrill of having someone watching me definitely was quite the turn on. I could see why people do live cam shows and shit like that because knowing that someone is watching you touch yourself definitely adds some spice to the situation. 

When the car finally came to a stop Harry jumped out as if nothing had happened and I let out a sigh as I realized the fun was almost over. The door next to me opened up but I refused to remove my fingers from my dripping pussy, it felt too good and I was too worked up to just stop in the middle of it all.

”You sure you don’t wanna fuck me?” I asked, hoping that he would finally give in to my temptations and rail me in the backseat.

Harry stood by the door in silence, his hand holding a firm grip on the edge of the door as he waited for me to step out, but instead I just shifted in my seat as I flailed my legs out of the door opening and spread them wide for him to watch my fingers slide deeper into my wet little hole. 

”My pussy feels so tight and warm around my fingers.” I whispered as I spread my pussy lips apart so he could watch me fuck myself for him. I was dripping all the way onto the leather seat and I could feel my thighs clench in anticipation as I kept edging myself, my fingers moving in long, slow strokes to keep my pussy satisfied by not overwhelmed. ”If you’re not gonna fuck me, can I at least see your dick?” I tried to bargain as if this was some kind of negotiation. ”I could just come from the sight of it.” I moaned as I bit the corner of my lip.

”Get out.” Harry spoke through gritted teeth, his voice filled with frustration rather than anger and I could tell he was losing his self-control at this point.

”But I’m so close.” I whined in protest as I used my other hand to rub over my clit. Both my hands worked hard to get myself off and I didn’t wanna stop until I had a proper orgasm. ”Maybe if I could just have a little peak, that would make me come.” I batted my lashes at him innocently, hoping that it would drive him mad enough to give into my needs.

”Melanie-” Harry’s voice was stern and determined as he tapped his fingers against the door in frustration.

”Mmm you sound so hot when you say my name like that.” I continued to ignore Harry’s requests. ”I like it.” I moaned in return as I stubbornly continued my little masturbation show for Harry. ”Say it again!” I panted heavily as I looked up into Harry’s green eyes. He gritted his teeth against each other as he pressed his mouth into a thin line while I was testing his patience. He looked so hot all riled up and angry like this.

”Get out of the car, Melanie.” Harry spoke again with a firm voice as he clenched his fist around the door. He looked like he was about to pry it open even further, breaking it off it’s handles as he pressed his clenched fist around the edge of it.

”Wow, you sound just like my daddy.” I moaned tauntingly. ”So serious.” 

”Get! Out!” Harry tried once more as I continued to test his patience the way I used to test my daddy’s patience when I was a little girl.

”Make me, Daddy.” I moaned as I slid my fingers up to my mouth to suck my own pussy juices off of them. It was once again time for the finger trick. I batted my innocent lashes at Harry as I sucked my fingers off with soft moans escaping my lips at the same time. I refused to break eye contact as I pretended like my fingers were his sweet cock. My tongue devoured the taste of my own pussy as I swirled it on top of my fingers and all over their creases.

Harry was just about to pull me out of the car when I let out a soft giggle. His strong wrist grabbed a tight hold of my arm as he tried to yank me out of the vehicle but I refused to give in that easily. I did my best to resist but he was too strong and suddenly I was pulled to my bare feet and stood on the concrete outside my parents Malibu home.

”So rough, I like it.” I cooed teasingly as Harry held me firmly by my arm. I used my free hand to touch Harry all over his body, my hand squeezing his tight shoulders and running it’s way all the way down his torso and in between his legs. He released a sharp gasp as I squeezed his cock between my small, delicate fingers and I released another soft giggle as his green eyes widened in surprise at my forwardness.

”Listen, you’re gonna go inside and we’re never gonna speak of this again!” Harry ordered me firmly.

”You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my daddy.” I fought back as I tried to withdraw my arm from his tight grip. 

”I don’t care, you’re gonna do as I say.” Harry’s firm voice sent chills down my spine.

”And if I don’t?” I questioned him like the stubborn little girl I am. It became very apparent that Harry didn’t have an answer for that and a cheeky grin appeared on my lips as I realized that. ”What if I tell daddy?” I sing-sang tauntingly as I stared back at Harry.

”Tell him what?” Harry asked confused. ”That you inappropriately came onto me, one of his employees?”

”What if I lie?” I grinned, I wouldn’t lie to get anyone in trouble, I just wanted to see his reaction. ”Don’t act like you didn’t like it…” I whispered seductively. ”I know you liked watching me play with myself otherwise your cock wouldn’t be so fucking hard right now.” I whispered the words into Harry’s ears as my small, delicate hand squeezed tightly around the clear bulge in his pants. ”Now, you either give me what I want or I’ll tell daddy what a bad employee you are.” I moaned as I rubbed my hand over Harry’s thick bulge. Some would find this strategy manipulative and wrong but I don’t think you can call it manipulation when you know the other person really wants it as well, I’d call it encouragement.

”You’re such a needy little girl, aren’t you?” Harry said as he squeezed my arm tighter and pushed me roughly up against the car. 

”Mhmm.” I choked out a moan as the back of my body hit the car with force. My eyes stared into Harry’s wild green eyes as I watched him finally give into his desires. His free hand pushed itself between my legs and directly against my bare pussy. He rubbed his whole hand against my slit and I let out a soft moan as I felt myself crumble weak at my knees by his single touch.

”Is this what you wanted?” Harry asked as he moved his hand firmly between my legs, coating his palm in my juices as he pushed me up against the car. His other hand moved up my arm, over my chest where he squeezed my breasts tightly and up over my collarbones to my neck. He placed his hand over my neck as his thumb gently caressed my skin and I released a heavy breathe, intimidated and turned on by his rough touch at the same time.

”Yes!” I whimpered as Harry grabbed a hold of my neck. I rolled my head back as I felt two of his fingers slide into my wet core. His hand continued to caress my neck in a soft, tender manner as he slid his fingers slowly in and out of me.

Suddenly as he picked up his pace, his fingers pumped into my with rough motions and the soft grip around my neck transformed into a proper chokehold.

”Speak up!” Harry ordered as he repeated his question. ”Is this what your needy little pussy wanted?” 

”Yes!” I choked out loudly between his rough thrusts. ”Fuck yes.” I whimpered loudly as he put me in place using his rough hands. This is exactly what I wanted, a man who could fucking put me in my place and fuck me senseless at the same time.

”You’re such a needy little brat huh? So fucking spoiled and used to getting everything you want all the time huh?” Harry spoke in a low, dominant voice through his gritted teeth as he held me in place by my neck.

”Mhmm. Daddy always gives me everything I want” I hummed in agreement. ”Are you gonna give me what I want Harry?” I moaned as I used my free hand to caress his hard cock through his slacks. I could feel how big he was through the thick fabric and my mouth was already watering at the thought of having him inside me.

”Are you gonna be a good girl?” Harry asked in return as he continued to finger fuck me with his palm rubbing gently against my sore clit.

”Yes.” I mewled softly. ”I’ll be good, I promise.” I moaned as I looked deep into his mesmerizing green eyes and bit the corner of my lip. ”Please, I need your cock.” I moaned as I rubbed my hand firmly over his thick, long shaft.

”There we go again, always so needy Melanie.” Harry tskd at me, shaming me for being the desperate little whore I was.

He grabbed me by my hips and tossed me back into the backseat of the car, wasting no time he swiftly undid his pants and pulled his boxers down to his ankles before climbing on top of me. 

”Spread your legs!” Harry ordered firmly. He pushed the small skirt of my little black dress up to my stomach and pulled my panties completely off of me before aligning himself by my entrance.

”Got such a pretty little pussy.” Harry mumbled as he rubbed his cock against my wet slit.

I let out a soft gasp as I watched him hover over me, his large body completely over maneuvering my small frame. 

”Please!” I whimpered as I felt Harry’s thick shaft coat itself in my juices, the tip of his swollen hard cock rubbing against my clit, making me writhe in frustration on top of the leather seat.

Harry grabbed a hold of my thick thighs, he yanked my body further down to the edge of the seat as he himself stood up in the doorway. He grabbed both my legs and pushed himself inside me, his large cock filling me up inch by inch as I laid on top of the car seat.

”Oh fuck!” I moaned as I felt his cock stretch me out properly. His big, thick shaft, pushing all the way inside my tight little cunt. ”It’s so big.” I whimpered as I felt my walls hug his entire length inside me.

”Fuck, that’s a wet pussy.” Harry groaned as he looked down between my legs, watching his entire cock disappear inside my tight hole.

”Yeah.” I moaned as I looked up at him with doe eyes. ”I want you to fuck my tight little teen pussy until I come all over your cock.” I moaned as I reached down to rub my clit to relieve some of the aching pain his massive cock was giving me.

Harry wasted no time. He was quick to move inside me and my pussy quickly got used to having him inside me. He thrusted into me with long, grinding strokes as he stood by the door opening. His hands caressed my legs and squeezed my thighs as he rocked into my body where I laid on top of the black leather seat, my tits jiggling and my butt rubbing against the seat.

”Holy fuck.” I moaned as I continued to rub my hand over my clit, my body already aching for a release since I’d been edging myself on the entire car ride home. ”You feel so fucking good.” I moaned loudly as I let my eyes roll back into my head. ”You fuck my tight little pussy so good.” I groaned as I felt his cock push deep into me.

Harry let out a series of loud grunts and groans as he grabbed a hold of my ankles and pulled my feet up onto his shoulders. His cock kept drilling into me as I laid in front of him completely at his mercy. He knew exactly what I wanted and he was giving it to me raw.

”Have you ever fucked a pussy this tight before?” I swooned as I felt his cock twitch inside me. I could feel every inch of him pushing my walls back and filling me up to the brim. I’d never felt so full before in my entire life. ”Fuck, your cock feels so good stretching me out like this.” I moaned as I looked down, my eyes watching his cock burying itself inside my aching pussy. It was a beautiful sight to watch his hips collide with my body.

Harry held onto my legs as he continued to thrust into me, he grabbed my hips and pulled me even closer to the edge, allowing him to get deeper inside me as I continued to moan out loud in pure bliss. 

”More!” I whimpered loudly. ”I need more.” I moaned at the top of my lungs as Harry continued to slam into me. 

”Such a needy little brat.” Harry mumbled as he grabbed my legs and pushed them off his shoulders. He pushed them back and forced me to grab a hold of my own knees as he pressed his hands back against the back of my thighs. At this point he was folding me up like a lawn chair but I couldn’t care less as long as I got to feel his big cock inside me.

He scoot me back on the seat to give my back some support before he hovered me missionary style. I whimpered out loud as I felt how deep his cock could enter me with this position. I mewled and purred like a sweet kitten as I felt his cock enter me with long, rough strokes while he topped me.

”Oh fuck!” I stuttered in complete awe at how deep he was inside me. I’d never been fucked like this before and holy shit it felt so fucking good I never wanted it to stop. ”Just like that, fuck me right there.” I moaned as Harry’s continued with his long strokes, his large cock accidentally leaving my hole empty a few times as he pulled back too much.

”I keep slipping out because you’re so fucking wet.” Harry groaned as his hot mouth hovered over my face, his eyes looking down at me as I laid with my bare body beneath him.

”Mmm, my pussy’s been this wet all night, just aching for a cock like yours.” I moaned as I looked up at Harry. He flashed me a cheeky grin as he continued to pound into me with long rough strokes, his hips colliding hard with the back of my thighs and the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the whole limo. 

”Happy now?” Harry grinned teasingly as he looked down at the mess between my legs. He watched as his thick cock buried itself in my dripping wet mess of a hole, his eyes shifting slightly as he finally noticed how fiercely and desperately I was rubbing my own clit to make myself come.

”Mhmmm.” I moaned a long, dragged out moan as I too watched his cock completely devour me and my aching pussy. Harry was quick to replace my hand with his own and I let out a loud sigh as I felt his large fingers press against my sensitive nub. ”Fuck, you really know what you’re doing.” I moaned as Harry swirled his fingers over my clit in perfect sync with his long, hard thrusts.

”Yeah, did you expect me not to?” Harry asked, his eyebrow arched slightly at me in a cocky manner.

I mean, boys my age barely know there is a clit.

”No.” I replied quietly as I watched him skillfully manipulate my clit with his fingers.

”Do I look like the kind of guy that doesn’t know what he’s doing?” Harry continued teasingly as he looked down at me with a skeptical look on his face.

”No.” I once again replied shyly. 

”You shy all of a sudden?” Harry asked with a grin on his lips. ”You were talking all that big girl talk before and now you’re shy?” He tskd at me as he flickered his fingers around my clit, making me gasp out loud.

”No, it’s just-” I choked out as I felt his fingers violently assault my clit in the best way possible, sending multiple shivers down my spine.

”It’s just what?” Harry continued to taunt me as he watched me come undone beneath his warm touch.

”You’re making me feel so good.” I whined in defeat as I watched his cock bury itself inside me. I wasn’t gonna lie my legs were starting to ache but he was fucking me too good for me to give a fuck.

”Right…” Harry rolled his eyes at me. ”You gonna be a good girl and show me what big girls do with their big mouths?” Harry asked as he removed his fingers from my clit and placed them against my bottom lip. I nodded obediently as I parted my lips for him to slide his fingers inside my wet mouth.

He pressed his fingertips against my tongue as I tasted the sweet taste of myself. His cock continued to pump me good, making my legs and everything between my legs ache while I worked my magic around Harry’s fingers, my mouth treating them as if it was his cock.

He let out a soft groan as he watched my tongue play with his digits, his eyes focusing on my plump lips as I brushed them all over his soft, warm skin. I released several loud moans against his fingers as I felt his cock hit my g-spot at the perfect angle. I’d never tried this position before but it was now becoming one of my favorites.

”You like that?” I whispered as I playfully wiggled my tongue between Harry’s two fingers, my mouth creating enough saliva for me to dribble all over the palm of his hand if he wanted me to.

”Yeah.” Harry groaned as he felt my tight pussy clench around him. ”Your pussy feels so good.” Harry moaned as he continued to fuck me deeply.

”Don’t you wish you’d given in sooner?” I moaned teasingly as I looked at Harry. This could’ve been all yours from the moment we met.” I admitted as I looked up into his eyes.

”Your dad would kill me-” Harry argued as he looked down at me. 

”Let’s make sure he doesn’t find out.” I whispered back.

”Especially since you’re eighteen.” Harry added.

”But that’s what makes it exciting for you.” I argued back. ”Fucking the boss’ eighteen year old daughter is what’s got your cock so fucking hard right now isn’t it? Me being your bratty little slut and showing my pussy off for you while you’re still on duty is what got you this fucking horny, isn’t it?” I whispered as I buried my hands in Harry’s long curls, pulling and tugging at them as he made me feel so damn good with his body. ”Admit it!” I ordered as I looked up into Harry’s eyes.

”Fine.” Harry groaned quietly as he looked down at me. ”It does make things hotter.” He admitted quietly as he stared down at me.

”Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell daddy anything. I’m a good girl, remember?” I whispered teasingly as I arched my eyebrow at Harry. ”You can fuck this tight, young pussy anytime you want.” I cooed teasingly as I pulled at his hair.

”Oh God!” Harry cussed under his breath as he looked at me.

”What?” I asked teasingly. ”Isn’t that what you want Harry? My parents still think I’m a virgin so I’m not gonna tell them we fucked.” I tried to reassure Harry that if this kept going, it would be our little secret. ”I bet you wish I was still a virgin too.” I smirked as I looked up at him with my doe eyes. ”Bet you wish you were the first one to fuck my innocent little virgin cunt.” I continued to rant as I watched Harry struggle to hold back his moans. I could tell that he was thinking about it, that he wanted so badly to fuck my innocent little virgin pussy but it was way too late for that and everyone knows that, except maybe my father who still thinks I’m as pure as a white sheet.

”Fuck-” Harry groaned as he felt my pussy clench tightly around him. My legs shivering as my pussy pulsated around his thick cock. ”You’re gonna have to stop talking or this will be over all too soon.” Harry growled as he felt my walls clench harder and harder with every thrust.

”Make me.” I whispered teasingly as I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand back to my neck where it had rested before.

Harry took that as a clear signal for him to put his hand back around my neck and add pressure. He added just enough pressure to where he managed to hold me firmly in place and I was able to grasp for air, my mouth mewling and whimpering in delight but no actual words were able to come out.

Harry continued to drill into me with full force and it didn’t take long for the pulsating waves of pleasure inside my pussy to spread all over my body. I forcefully let out a loud whimper despite Harry’s choke hold as he made me come long and hard around his cock.

”Fuck me!” I cussed loudly as waves of pleasure ripped through my body. ”Fuck, it feels so good.”

”Holy fuck!” Harry grunted loudly as he pushed deep into my pussy, feeling my walls hug him tightly with every stroke of his cock. He slammed into me balls deep before pulling all the way out and then pushing back in again. He purposely pulled all the way out, leaving me empty handed, breathless and whimpering like a needy brat.

”Jesus fucking Christ.” Harry groaned as he continued to pump his cock deep inside me over and over again until finally when he swiftly pulled out and didn’t push back in again. Instead, he grabbed a hold of his cock and used his hand to stroke it as quickly as he possibly could while shooting his hot load all over my sore pussy. I watched as the come landed perfectly on my wet pussy and my hand instinctively reached down to rub the results of his orgasm all over my pussy. Harry let out a loud groan as he continued to milk his cock on every last drop of come, covering my glistening skin in all of it as I used both of my hands so spread it all over my warm body.

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[starastrologyy]

Astrology Observations 🍒

Synastry & Composite Edition

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So, I’ve been really studying composite charts recently, and I’ve noticed a few things! Eros in the 8th house of a composite chart can show a couple who has really good sex. A lot of the times the sex is what’s keeping them together, unless they have strong emotional and conversational synastry!

I’ve also noticed that Neptune in the 3rd house of a composite chart can show a relationship where there is not a lot of trust. There can be a lot of lying or secret keeping in this kind of dynamic.

Mars in the 12th house of a composite chart has often been said to be a placement that suggests that two people will not be having good sex or enough sex. However, I actually have observed this placement to indicate a HIDDEN sexual relationship between two people.

Venus square Uranus in a composite chart often works better when the two people are not looking for an overly serious/stable commitment. This relationship often becomes problematic when one or both parties are attempting to make it more serious than it needs to be. This works well in long distance relationships and friends with benefits scenarios.

Juno in conjunction to one of the angles in a composite chart can indicate marriage. This is especially true if it’s conjunct the 10th or 7th house cusp.

So I honestly don’t believe that a single aspect in a natal, synastry, or composite chart can indicate infidelity or pathological lying. I truly believe someone will cheat if they want to, regardless of their astrological placements. However, there are some placements in a male chart that make me go “hmmm” when I see them. This is ESPECIALLY true if they are at an orb of 1 degrees or less. The first one is Mars square Neptune! I find that men who have this placement often engage in major escapist behaviors. They often turn to drugs, alcohol or sex to cope with life’s pressures.Their judgement is often clouded and they can be easily influenced by their friends. Another one is Venus square Jupiter. I find that these men don’t have limits when it comes to pleasure! They love sex, spending, money, and anything that’s considered pleasurable. These men often don’t know when enough is enough, and when to stop. In conclusion, I find that men with these placements don’t always know how to appropriately handle themselves in romantic relationships. However, like I said, one placement or aspect should not make you run for the hills. Often times, you will need multiple placements to support a claim. But I just thought I’d share the ones that catch my attention in a man’s chart.

Someone asked me a while ago what I thought about the aspect Chiron conjunct Mars in a composite chart! This placement can suggest healing through sex or physical intimacy when it is placed in the 2nd or 8th house of a composite chart. If it is placed in the 9th house, it can indicate that you both will experience healing through traveling together and shaping your beliefs as a unit. In this instance, spirituality or religion may feature strongly in your relationship.

Saturn gets such a bad rep. But I’ve found that Saturn on an angle of a synastry or composite chart often indicates a very long-term relationship! I’ve seen this the most when it comes to Saturn conjunct the MC in a composite chart.

If your Ascendant falls into someone’s 9th house, they likely think very highly of you and place you on a pedestal. Your ascendant will need to be aspecting the other persons personal planets positively for this to really apply. In other words, your ascendant should be making trines and sextiles to the other persons planets.

Relationships that have hard aspects between Venus and Pluto in synastry or the composite chart are very difficult to leave. There’s an addictive quality to these relationships and the endings are usually quite painful/dramatic.

I love easy aspects to Neptune in synastry as they point to a relationship in which the two people give each other a lot of grace.

When transit Uranus enters your composite 7th house, you may break up very suddenly only to get back together just as suddenly. Your relationship may enter a period in which it has a ver “on-and-off” dynamic during this transit.

As we all know, Juno is the marriage asteroid. However, it’s believed that in a man’s chart (cishet) Juno represents his ‘ideal wife’. However, in a woman’s chart it is said to represent how she will behave in her marriage and the qualities that she is likely to display.

[ceijoh]

they snap at you

relationships: atsumu x reader | aone x reader

content: angst 

word count: 689 for atsumu | 616 for aone

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m. atsumu 

“You left me all night!” You yelled out as you walked out of the apartment, you should feel bad but you know Atsumu could barely hear you over the music. “I didn’t know anyone, Atsumu, you told me,” pointing your finger at him, you angrily walked closer. “You told me that you would stay by my side so I wouldn’t feel left out.” 

Carding his hand through his hair in frustration, you could feel the anger rise and Atsumu getting antsier. You briefly saw the door open behind Atsumu again. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, I was goin’ to get back to ya!” Atsumu spat out, “It’s not my fault! I have friends.” 

“Yeah, friends,” you scoffed. “Girls feeling you up all night, people whispering in your ear,” you could see it again, you could feel it again. “People grinding against you, taking photos with you so they can boast about it on social media.” 

“What the hell did ya want me to do? Babysit ya? I have to mingle, (Y/N), it’s part of ma job! I have to make connections, that’s what ya do at a party like this, ya can also have fun!,” Atsumu snapped. “Like you would know though.” 

Scrunching your face in anger, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Ya don’t know how to have fun! Every single fuckin’ time we’re at a party, I have to stick by you! Ye can go to Omi or even Bokkun but, no! You have to be fuckin’ clingin’ to me!” 

“”Tsum,” you quieted down. It was getting all too much, everything; Atsumu, the music, the fight. “Calm down.” 

“Oh, now yer want me to calm down?”  Stalking closer to you, “Ye were perfectly happy  screaming at me inside the party when everyone was watching,” Atsumu snarled, his fists curling in on themselves. “What now that no one is here to watch, ya want to be quiet, now that you don’t have attention?” This wasn’t the Atsumu that you knew, this was someone completely different. 

“‘Tsum, please,” you quietly begged but Atsumu was too far gone in anger to listen to you. Everything was overwhelming him. Your voice that has now gone quiet, any other day, Atsumu would have dropped everything to make sure you were fine. 

“If I knew that being friends with someone like you meant that I have to babysit you all the time, I wouldn’t have become your friend!” 

Shocked at the words that came out of Atsumu’s mouth, you stumbled backwards. 

You knew that from the start, you weren’t really cut out to be a part of Atsumu’s flashy lifestyle. The constant parties, the connections, the people that the hung out with. You weren’t tall and glamorous, you were friendly and people liked you, but never would you have been called a showstopper. You knew that people thought that of you, you just didn’t expect Atsumu to. 

Deflating, Atsumu watched in horror as you slowly closed in on yourself, tears rimming your eyes. “(Y/N),” he reached out to you. 

“No,” you swallowed. “It’s good to know what you finally thought, before I confessed, right?” 

“Confessed?” Atsumu asked under his breath. Finally understanding what you just said, Atsumu felt his heart fall to his feet. Moving towards you, intending to make everything better, Atsumu watched as you tried to keep the distance between the two of you. Feeling even shittier than he ever has, he hoped that he could at least make you feel a little better. 

“(Y/N),” he tried again, and again you avoided him. Your gaze fell to the floor, unable to look at Atsumu anymore. There was no anger, no fire, no spite in you left, all that was left was hurt. 

“I think that’s enough Atsumu,” your eyes darted to his captain, an unusual scowl on his usual smiling and jovial face. Pushing past his junior, Meian’s eyes were focused on you. Barely giving Atsumu another glance, once he reached you, he looked at you once over again, “Are you okay?” 

When you didn’t respond, Meian gently grabbed your arm, “Come on, I’ll take you home, doll.”

a. takanobu 

He was silent, he was always silent and has never once raised his voice at you. While your entire relationship was not completely devoid of words, it was filled with comforting silence which you both enjoyed. While Aone didn’t speak that much, the rare occasions that he did filled your tummy with butterflies and made you feel warm everywhere. What he didn’t say, he did so with touch. 

It was a rough day; with the heat on his back causing the migraine he’s currently having, the heavy lifts that he had to do all day, and everything just going wrong. Aone felt tired and all he wanted to do was to have a cold shower and go to bed. 

Unfortunately, all you wanted to do was talk to him, as you too had a bad day and you just needed your boyfriend to comfort you. 

When you noticed Aone walk through the door, you gently smiled at him and wrapped your arms around him. Feeling that his hug wasn’t as tight as usual, you shrugged it off, thinking nothing of it. 

Asking him about his day, Aone grunted quietly, sitting him down on the couch, you played with his hair. Thinking it was like the usual day, you began your story about how the heat got to you, and you forgot your hat so you too had a headache, and then all of the customers you had were absolutely terrible, and no one in your group project messaged you back. 

“Please just go away,” Aone quietly spoke, but you were far too busy in your story to notice the tall man close his eyes in pain. 

“(Y/N),” Aone sternly spoke, making you jump a little bit due to the power in his voice. “Can you just shut up for a little bit, you’re talking a bit too much.” 

“Oh,” you whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realise! Did you want me to do anything?” Now you saw how exhausted he looked, could feel the heat radiating off him, the hunch on his back and the grim look on his face. As you began fussing around him, Aone couldn’t help but get more irritated. As you began listing the things that you can do for him, Aone’s ire rose. 

“JUST STOP!” Your hands dropped to your lap as you slowly lifted your eyes to Aone’s furious and tired ones. “Please.” 

For the first time in your relationship, you were the quiet one as you saw the man in front of you flush a bright red, but it wasn’t the usual slight flush of embarrassment, or a heated blush. It was anger. It was unfamiliar to you and for the first time in your relationship you felt small because of Aone, -the person who never failed to make you feel like you were on top of the world. 

“Aone, I’m sorry,” your voice was soft, afraid that he may snap at you again. Taking your gaze off him, you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I’m just gonna go,” you muttered under your breath. 

“(Y/N),” Aone whispered brokenly, realising what just happened. Fighting the migraine and the stress on his back, Aone tried to catch up to you before you left, truly not knowing what to do. You’ve never walked away from him this upset. 

“Just lay down, please, Nobu,” you replied. Standing up you felt him grasp your hand gently, but you let it fall through the gaps. “I’ll make you something, okay? Just,” fussing with your hands, you quickly turned around to go to the kitchen. Not bothering to finish your sentence with the fear of accidentally sobbing in front Aone, you rushed to the kitchen.