#and sometimes i just wait for them to come available. because no one needs to watch anything immediately

[askshivanulegacy]

I want to point out that this post conflates real learned helplessness (things like AI) with properly compensating workers for their time, effort, and skills (things like streaming). And this is a chronic issue across all social media.

People hold up piracy as if it's some gold standard. As if you're OWED the right to consume someone else's art for free, and therefore piracy is some kind of moral high ground for you to take, take, take whatever you want.

You are not. And piracy is not a moral issue.

It's a selfish issue.

I get it. Streaming platforms keep multiplying and they keep going up in price and they keep enshittifying to make you pay more for the same thing. There's a limit to what someone should be expected to reasonably spend, and region gatekeeping is nonsense.

But don't pretend that theft of someone else's work is morally good, or that it's an answer to some "helplessness" problem.

You aren't owed those things. You can do without them. The people who ARE owed things are the people who created the movies and shows you want to watch. And what they're owed is money from you for the ability to watch them. You'd learn real quick if everyone immediately started pirating everything everywhere that suddenly you'd have nothing to watch because no one would make anything.

Your fundamental ability to pirate anything is built upon the backs of people who actually pay to watch things. Piracy is pure hypocrisy, and it doesn't exist without it, despite your push to have everyone pirate everything. The moment you achieve that goal is the moment piracy ends.

There are definitely reasons to pirate stuff. Draw your lines in terms of how much you're willing to spend on these platforms. Do what you need to do to watch something that they've made artificially inaccessible through the platforms you're willing to pay for.

But you have to recognize that you engage in an inherently selfish act that steals from creators. It's not "moral." It's not "good." It's not even "necessary." It's simply a selfish choice you've made.

And yeah, maybe you're slapping back at the streaming companies while you do it. That doesn't change the nature of the choice, or that everyone else is still paying to let you do it.

You SHOULD do your best to pay creators for things you enjoy, to include buying physical copies. Sometimes you can't, and that's understandable.

I just need people to wake up to the real nature of the things they choose to do. And I say that without judgement. But you need to know that your decision to thieve for yourself takes from creators. We all reach that point sometimes, so it is what it is. Don't pretend that it's something it's not.

Hey, look at me. Look at me. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: you need to condition yourself to being okay with being inconvenienced by things. The first time I spoke about this I meant it in a mental health way- it is good to go out to the store and see people versus just ordering alone at home- but there is another more pressing societal issue you should be more concerned about as well.

Any service you rely on for convenience can be weaponized against you the moment you begin to rely on it. Streaming used to be a cheap and convenient way to see movies at home. It is now exorbitantly expensive, you need multiple accounts just to get what you want, and any of those movies can be taken from you at any time. And unless you have gotten used to going through the “inconvenience” of owning physical media, you can do nothing about it. Same goes for buying things on Amazon. Same goes for any service like DoorDash etc. These companies WANT you to be reliant on them for convenience so they can do whatever they want to you because, well, what else are you gonna do?

Same thing goes for the uptick in AI. If you train yourself to become reliant on AI for doing basic things, you will be taken advantage of. It is only a matter of a couple years before there are no free AI services. Not only that, but in the usage of AI’s case, it is robbing you of valuable skills that you need to curate that you will be helpless without the moment the AI companies drive in the knife the way they have done with streaming. Delivery. Cable. Internet. Etc. It will happen to AI too. And if you are not practicing skills such as. Writing. You are not only going to be at the mercy of AI companies in the digital world, but you are going to be extremely easy to take advantage of in real life too.

I am begging you to let go of learned helplessness. I am begging you to stop letting these companies TEACH you helplessness. Do something like learn to pirate. It is way more inconvenient at the beginning, but once you know how, it is one less way companies can take advantage of you. Garden. Go to the thrift store (older clothes hold up better anyway). These things take more time and effort, yes, but using time and effort are muscles you need to stretch to keep yourself from being flattened under the weight of our capitalist hellscape.

Inconvenience yourself. Please. Start with only the ways you are able. Do a little bit at a time. But do something.

[parkersbliss]

you lock the 141 outside your house (I know my rights tiktok)

pairing: task force 141 (ghost, gaz, price, soap) x american!female reader 

synopsis: you lock them out of your (their?) house, claiming you "know your rights." based on a tiktok trend with soldiers.

warnings: none just fluff and humor :)))

a/n: I wrote this in like an hour and I think it's the funniest thing EVER thanks

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Ghost: 

You watch as your boyfriend gets out of his truck in the driveway. He grabs his bag from the passenger seat and makes his way to the front door, a smile twitching under his mask at the sight of you waiting for him. 

Just as he steps to the porch, you close the door and lock it. “I know my third amendment rights!”

Ghost stops at the door, dropping his bag. Rights? What were you talking about? “Your what?” 

“No Soldier shall, in time of peace, be quartered in any house without the consent of the owner,” You reply, reading off your phone. 

Ghost sighs. Third amendment? Of course, the one American he dates is the one that has them all memorized. You could probably recite them in your sleep. Patriotism, or whatever. Which makes zero sense. You were living with him in Manchester. If all went well and you got married, he was making sure he changed your status to British. 

“You fucking Americans.” He grabs the key from his bag, going to unlock the door only to find you locking it. “Are you serious?”

You show your phone at him through the glass, the third amendment displayed on a Google search. He stares back at you from his mask, unamused. “Bloody hell, woman,” he mutters. 

You giggle from behind the door and give him a few more minutes before going to unlock it. You knew Simon’s limits. You only needed a few seconds of fun anyway, but by the time you unlock it, he’s gone. 

“Simon?” You call out, poking your head out the door and checking around the house. His truck was still there, so he didn’t turn back around. You don’t see any movements or even hear anything. Was he picked up by aliens? 

A thud sounds from behind you, and you yelp, shutting the door and turning around. 

Simon stands in front of you, arms crossed and his duffel bag on the floor.

“What the hell?” You said, looking him up and down. 

“I should be asking you that,” He retorts. “You should really lock your windows, love.” 

“Are you… did you climb through one?” 

“You locked me out.” 

“I went to unlock it!” 

“Third amendment rights, my arse.” He grabs your waist, pulling you towards him. “We’re in England.” 

You shrug, tracing up his arm. “Thought it was funny.” 

Simon just sighs. “Americans.” 

Gaz: 

“Oh, hell no!” You exclaim as Gaz approaches the door. “I know my third amendment rights.” The lock clicks. 

“No fucking way,” Gaz said, strolling up to the glass storm door. 

“No soldiers in this home.” 

He stares at you, his hands on his hips and that signature scowl on his face. There was no way he was coming home to this bullshit right now. “Open the door.” 

“No quartering soldiers without my permission,” You replied. 

Gaz rolls his eyes. Your home? He was pretty sure his name was on the mortgage, even if you were living in it 90% of the time. “I own the fucking property! I live here. You’re the guest.” 

You shrug, grinning. “Not anymore.” 

He runs a hand down his face. Sometimes just sometimes he regrets finding your stubbornness so damn attractive.  “I’m going to crash out, actually.” 

“Crash outside? Yeah.”

“Let me in!” He shouts, grabbing the door handle and jiggling it. 

“No!” You shout back, holding onto it and preventing him from entering without your permission. 

Gaz leans against the glass. “Remind me why I chose to date an American?” 

You smile at him. “Because we’re funny, and we have better Chinese food.” 

He glares at you, trying to unlock the door again. He groans when there’s no avail. “Babe!” 

You say nothing, finding his annoyance quite amusing and a change of pace for once. 

And then he actually crashes out, grabbing the handle and pulling, twisting, pounding at it. He yells a string of curse words and then starts banging on the doorframe. He gives up, frowning, and leans his forehead on the glass. “Please?” 

You unlock it. “Thought you’d never ask.” 

He storms inside, throwing you over his shoulder. “You are so in for it.” 

“I like where this is going,” You giggle as he throws you on the couch. 

He raises a brow, hands coming to your waist. “Yeah?” He starts tickling you. You yelp, laughing under him and trying to push away. 

Gaz doesn’t relent and continues tickling you even after you’ve pleaded with him to stop. “You lock me out of my fucking claim it’s your right,” He mutters. “Consider this my very reasonable punishment.” 

Soap: 

“I know my rights!” You shout, watching Soap approach the door. 

He stops in his tracks, tilting his head. He had no idea what you said. The poor guy could barely hear from all the bombs going on around him, and you shout through a door? Good plan.  “What are you on about?” He asked. 

“There will be no soldiers in my home!” You close the glass door and lock it. 

He approaches the front door, staring at you through the glass. His expression is clueless, brows furrowed. “You mean our home?” He knocks on the glass. “Can I come in?” 

“Nope!” 

He frowns. “Why?” 

“Third amendment.” 

“Amendment?” He scoffs. What the hell are you talking about? Is this what he gets for dating an American? You start proclaiming your rights? What’s next, the pledge of allegiance? “Are you taking the piss? Does this look like the land of the free?” 

You giggle at him, his accent thickening with his frustration. “I’m still an American!” 

“Trust me, I know! Can I please come inside?” 

“No soldiers allowed.” You tape up a piece of paper displaying those words. 

Soap continues frowning at you and realizes he isn’t going to be let in anytime soon. It’s a good thing he knew how to easily change that. Americans and their rights. More like Americans and their feelings. He sits down on the porch steps, facing away from you, rests his chin in his hand, and sighs loudly. 

You don’t budge. 

He sighs again, kicking his boots on the porch, turning back at you with sad eyes. Still nothing. He concludes there was one last option to get you to let him in. He grabs his phone, and you watch with furrowed brows as he types something in. Suddenly, music is blasting from his phone as he looks at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. Not just any music, but the sad hamster violin music. 

“Oh my god.” You unlock the door, opening it up to him. “You’re such a baby.” 

He practically skips inside, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Your baby.”

Price: 

Your husband stands on the porch, rolling his eyes at you.

“I know my rights!” You shout at him through the window. 

“Do you, now?” He asked, playing along with your prank or whatever this was. If it brought you this much amusement to lock him out, he might as well indulge in it. That was the kind of man he was. Until he started freezing of course, then he would demand you let him in. 

You nod your head. “As an American, amendment 3 of the Bill of Rights says that I don’t have to house you if I don’t want to.” 

Price hums. At least they taught you something in American schools. “Does that extend when you’re in another country?” 

“It does to me.” 

He huffs, grabbing something from his pocket and displaying it to you. “You know I have a house key, yes?”

“I’ll just lock it again.” 

He tilts his head at you. You were really trying to sell whatever rights you thought you had. “Really?” 

“I’m taking this very seriously.” 

Price strokes his beard. “I can see that.” An idea pops into his head, and he steps away from the glass and in front of the door. You didn’t want to let him in? That’s fine. You wanted to lock the door? No problem. He’s got methods of entering from being in the military, after all. “Guess I’ll just have to kick down the door.” He raises his foot, fully intent on doing it. You were going to repaint the door anyway, might as well get a new one. 

You swing open the door. “Are you crazy?” 

He strolls past you. “Did I lock you outside our home? Besides, crazy would’ve been bombing the house.” 

Your lips parted, unsure if he was joking. You assume he is, but his expression says otherwise. “Are you being serious?” 

He laughs at your face, grabbing your hand. “Only if you start proclaiming your rights again.”

You put your hands up. “What rights? Suddenly, I’m feeling like this soldier can stay as long as he likes.” 

Price presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thought so.” 

[ridingtorohan]

𓇻 ft. tulpar crew x gn reader

𓇻 request. the crew's reactions to walking in on reader touching themselves.

𓇻 content. 18+ content, minors dni. potential second hand embarrassment, reader is gender neutral (no genitalia specified), getting caught, masturbation, semi-public masturbation.

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By all accounts, Curly is a respectable captain. He respects boundaries and doesn't cross the line. He's the captain, after all. Not having locks on the door is a safety issue, he knows. Just as he knows to knock. It just wasn't on his mind; he needed your help with something and you're technically available.

So he breezes right in, words on his lips and - there you are.

Holy shit, there you are. In all your lewd glory. "Oh." Then, oh. "Sorry, I'm just-" and he doesn't even finish the sentence because he backtracks and shuts the door behind him.

The thing is, that image haunts him, later. Wriggling like an infestation inside his skull. When he sees you, he acts every bit the proper superior, doesn't bat an eye. Internally, he sees flashes of skin, the way you moaned and sighed.

It leaves a lasting impression in his mind and he's so painfully aware of it. Aware of it in more ways than one because he knows nothing can come of this. It's awkward enough walking in on someone, awkward even more when everytime he knocks on your door afterwards, he's praying that you'll be nude and waiting for him.

Late at night, he remembers it, stroking himself and pressing his face into a pillow as his hips jerk, spilling himself over his fingers, wishing that it was your hands on him.

Sometimes, he wishes you'd walk in on him too.

Even Jimmy knows better than to poke through doors, especially when everybody is awake. He's never felt the need to, not with the open door policy and frankly, until this, he's only noticed you in passing.

Nimble as ever, he opens your door, irritated over something that one of the crew members had done the other day. Sometimes, he just liked to vent and rage about the injustice. You're easy to talk to, but he's never really sought you out for anything else before.

The door shuts behind him and he just stands there, previous irritation set to the backburner. Because there you are, uniform discarded and showing off your form, hand between your thighs as you nursed your arousal.

Above all else, Jimmy is a certified voyeur. He likes to watch and admire, drilling inside his head about the way your hand moves, the curve of your spine. Each individual sound. But even Jimmy has his limits.

When you're close or have already come, he slides up behind you, hot breath at your neck, thick hands skimming over your waist, to your thighs, only to settle on top of yours. "As much as I enjoy the view, pet, I'm going to take it from here." And he makes damn good no his promise.

He makes a mental note that to visit your room far more often.

Anya really just needed an answer to a quick question, relating to your latest check in to the medbay (or your duties). She knocks on the door, too softly to be heard over the sound of your activities.

It takes her an embarrassingly long time to even realize what was going on. All she sees is your huddled form. First comes the concern, her hand reaching out for your shoulder, "Are you oka-"

And you let out such a noisy sigh that she freezes. She's gotten laid before and suddenly it hits her like a truck just what she walked into because she knows what those sounds mean. Furiously backpedalling, her hand raises to her mouth. "I'm so sorry."

Quietly, she excuses herself from your quarters, ears a little red and hands shaking.

For a long, awkward time afterward, she can't even meet your eyes, even going as far as delegating the psych eval to Curly.

If you ever get injured, she performs it as meticulously as she can, her eyes tracing over every ounce of your body, trying to forget the way you moved.

Frankly, at one point, one of you would have to address what happened. But she's more than eager to ride this bumpy path until then, even if it strains your relationship with her.

Everytime she sees you that familiar, yawning ache simmers in her gut.

As much as she tried to deny it, what she walked in on affected her.

When the tension becomes too much, she finds herself sitting on her leg, grinding herself against her calf, biting the inside of her cheek as she imagines you there.

As stupid as it is, she might have maybe done it in your presence, hands trembling as she tries to keep a conversation going, desk separating you two. Other times, when it becomes unbearable, she rubs her thighs together or slides her calves against the leg of her chair, praying to god that you don't see her. (But half of her hoping that you will.)

He's been looking for you for the better part of half an hour; usually, he finds you in obscure places or with his intern, so the last place he thought to look was in your bedroom. Really, that should have been his first guess. You two were supposed to talk about something and it's been on his mind like a nagging hornet.

Sure, walking into another's room is technically frowned upon, but with all the mishaps of Daisuke barging into people's rooms (much to the disgruntlement of, well, everyone) that for a split second he didn't even consider it.

He just opens the door and - okay, so you're doing that. No wonder you were absent, so engrossed in self pleasure that you didn't even hear him stepping in.

Swansea feels too old for this, seeing your twisted figure, your cries of pleasure. So he just turns around and shuts the door, leaving you to it.

He tucks himself back into a latest project and perusing Daisuke's homework, busying himself until you're finished and in public. Not that he planned to publicly confront you about it, but because he knew everybody needed a little time alone. As small as the Tulpar was, he knew any time and space should be well spent. Even if he silently questioned your methods.

But he does bring it up. He doesn't let it slide (not like how your hands slid between your thighs and-).

Despite whatever personality conflicts you two had, he had eyes and all working parts, thank you very much. He also had needs.

Once the original topic was out of the way, he crossed his arms, expression serious when he says, "Now, it's all my doin' for bargin' in like that, but I saw something of you that I shouldn't have." He'd elaborate if he had to, "If alone time is what you're after, we've got socks for that. Toss it on your door handle and be done with it; I ain't gonna let nobody disturb ya during it."

As awkward as that conversation was, he's handled it before. He has grown kids, after all. But you're not his kid, and you're certainly grown - he's seen that. Noticed it off-hand a few times before too.

He sighs, leaning back, letting you decide when he adds, "But if release is what you're after, I know a thing or two, and I can help you with that."

All but acting like a lost puppy, Daisuke often turned to you for help in locating his missing items. Batteries, dust pan, his gameboy cartridge. (Swansea was so mad the last time he lost the screwdriver and thanked you profusely with your help locating it.) So popping in for a quick minute into your bedroom to ask for your help in locating his soap was a mindless task.

He pops in, door banging, energetic words on his lips. His brain all but sputters when your eyes connect, nude form on the bed, sprawled out, light sheen of sweat on your body, looking like a tribute straight from the gods.

Despite your hasty attempt to cover and a spew of apologies from Daisuke's lips, he can't take his eyes off you. It's like he can't even blink, so absorbed in your image that half of what he's saying doesn't make sense.

You'd have to forcibly remove him because he is rooted to his spot, unable to vacate of his own free will. He'll be banging on your door, pleading to be let back in, to talk it over. He's not sure what he wants to say - more apologies? Explain why he's there? He wants to offer help so badly.

If he's not pushed out at all, his brain ceases to function. Despite being a handsome lad, and being twenty, he's hardly been with anyone. Sure, he knows exactly what you're up to - he's done it himself plenty of times-- but all those words die in his mouth.

"Soap, I swear I'm just looking for soap," he explains, trying to rush into an explanation, the only coherent thing he can say.

He'll eventually manage to sputter, "I was going to go shower, but nowIwannaknowifyouwanttojoinme" is strewn in with "ohmygodpleaseletmehelpyou".

He's all jittery, achingly hard in his pants, wanting to touch and hear you make those sounds again. Daisuke feels like he'll go insane if he doesn't. Hands fidgeting, his fingers curl in, unconsciously taking a few steps in. He'll finally manage a coherent, "Please let me stay."

[shysuccubusstuff]

Dilf! Sylus pt. 1

Content: Headcanons + some longer parts ♡; Age gap + mention of child abuse (not made by Sylus, of course) + alcohol taking + consensual/dubcon (alcohol intake on both sides).

Summary: After graduating university, you've been looking for a stable job for several months, but for the moment, you just have to content yourself with working as a nanny during the summer holidays. Who would have thought that you would meet such a hot and single (did I already say hot?) dad that would require your services?

Note: I just remembered the fanarts done by someone in Twitter with the boys as dilfs, these fanarts together with some Lana del Rey unreleased songs got me hyped for him... Wish I could see an even older Sylus... he's already hot af tho. I keep saying that I have a bunch of stuff almost ready but I never post it, talk about being like a man (jk depending on how you take the joke). Still, I hope everyone is having a nice week. This video just popped on my tl, hope anyone finds it funny!

Note 2: I'm lowkey scared that some parts are just too corny/cringy... I have no real idea how an older Sylus would speak with some woman that has around... 10? years less than him. Let me know if you want a pt. 2 + the same prompt with other LI!!

You had graduated several months ago, and yeah, of course you knew that finding a job would be the easiest thing in the world, but come on, your area wasn't even THAT full. How was it possible that you were almost the only one that didn't find a job after graduating? You were laying in bed, scrolling through your phone as you kept complaining in your mind. Suddenly, your phone rang, making you almost fall to the floor, quickly taking the call with the hope of getting the job.

"Hello?" You were able to hear some faint sounds in the background, some running around, together with a few giggles.

"... Yes, sorry. I was just busy with something. I call because of your advertisement, the one about working as a nanny?" Suddenly, you heard the deep and velvety voice of a man, even if that voice sounded slightly tired.

"Sure! I'm available for all the week, including weekends. I can even stay at your house if you prefer it that way, I do have to say that the rate does get a bit--"

"That's ok, I don't mind paying as much as you want as long as you do your job appropietly. We can meet this weekend to present them to you, if you are able, of course."

"Yes! Sure, let's meet that day, maybe in the morning?"

"Then that's settled. Thank you, let's meet in a couple days." The man hanged the call, barely allowing you to wave him goodbye. Well, at least that was somewhat solved... right?

The week went fast, with you barely moving around apart from buying groceries or spending your time with some not so interesting game as you complained about your boring holiday with your closest friend. Before you know it, you were already getting ready for that meeting, with your hands starting to sweat a bit as you tried to imagine the kind of children that man could have. Oh God, what if they were the annoying kind? The ones that mess with you cause they hate all their nannies, always acting up and... Wait, just calm yourself, it can't be that bad... right? You grabbed your bag, carrying all the documents that you may or may not need as you kept repeating into your head that there was no way that you would have such bad luck.

You finally entered the café, your hands still sweating a bit as you tried to guess who was the man that had called you. That question was quickly answered, as there was only a single man with not only one, but two children. The two small boys were busy sketching some stuff, with both of them sometimes talking to each other, with the man sometimes answering to them while he took a few sips from the coffee cup. You made your way to the table, clenching your bag as you kept telling yourself to calm down.

"Hi! I'm the nanny, we spoke a few days ago, I don't know if you remember me?" The man's gaze slowly moved from his children drawings to you, his gaze turning much cooler as soon as he stopped looking at them.

"Yes, I do remember you, do you want something to drink while we talk?" You sat down, trying your best not to stumble on your words while you tried to think as fast as possible, your hands lending him the papers that proved that this was not the first time you had worked as a nanny.

"Thank you, I don't want anything, we can just talk like this... I mean, if you want!" The man lifted his brow a bit, perhaps a bit taken aback by your nervous movements, his eyes quickly scanning through the documents.

"That is fine. My name is Sylus. These are my children, Luke and Kieran. Luke is the one on the left, Kieran is the one on the right." The children moved to look at you, both of their faces with several scars that went up their face and arms. The sight made you shiver a bit, but seeing how the two of them were completely calm, you chose to wait in case there was something wrong going on. "They are 8 years old. You will have to work from Monday to Friday, I have to plan the weekends, as it depends on the week. I will make sure to pay you accordingly, of course, you will have bonuses the days that you are asked to stay. I don't require you to teach them nor make any housework, just to take care of them. I would pay you around 25$ the hour, I hope that is enough?" You almost choked on your own spit, trying your best not to act surprised. This was not the first time you had worked for some rich family around town, and yeah, he may be the hottest guy you had ever seen, but you just had to focus on your work. Maybe you could even make it your full time job if you did it correctly?

"There's no problem! I just need to know when should I start working, well, as well as where the house is." As you kept speaking, the two small children got down their chairs, moving closer to you.

"So... when will you start living with us?" Luke rest his face on your leg, with Kieran following him close by. Guess this was their way of greeting you?

Dilf! Sylus who is away most of the day, arriving at late hours at night when both Luke and Kiera are already asleep. He arrives on his motorbike, parking it on the garage, entering the house in complete silence except the sound of the keys being left on the entrance. You had already noticed that this was indeed a routine, as the twins already let you know on the first days you were there. You were barely able to hear him as your room was quite close to the staircase, hearing his soft steps on the carpet as he made his way to his bedroom.

Dilf! Sylus who had no kind of photos or paintings of his (possibly) late wife. The whole house was neatly decorated with mostly dark colours, with the childrens' room being the only exception, as they were the ones that had chosen their own furniture. It took you a few weeks to find out that the two boys had been adopted by Sylus several years ago after they arrived to his door barefoot, with their limbs and faces even more scarred than now. Despite the traumatic experience, the two children seemed mostly fine, even if it was clear that they were extremely anxious the second one of them got separated from the other.

Dilf! Sylus who sometimes arrives in the morning, as always, he leaves the keys on the entrance, rushing to the children's room so he could kiss their forehead, with the two of them hugging him by the neck, allowing him to carry the two of them, each with one arm to the kitchen, where he allowed them to sit as he started making breakfast. These days weren't common, but each time he arrived, you were able to see just how much he cared for Luke and Kieran, with Sylus even spending a few hours playing around with them before leaving to work once more. At first, you tried to avoid interrupting them, choosing to stay silent as you helped him make breakfast or simply tidying up after the twins. That was until the three of them started to open themselves to you, with Luke and Kieran beginning to introduce you on their private chats, even getting to the point in which you were able to see what resembled a smile on Sylus' face. This marked the beginning of the closer relationship between the two.

Dilf! Sylus who begins to have more free time. And despite this would usually mean a reduction on your working hours, this changed nothing, except the small trips with the three of them. The trips started as short outings to the park, sometimes to a restaurant around town. Then, the trips became longer, with the four of you spending a couple days on different countries, as Sylus worked, having to meet with different people while the three of you spending your time by walking around the different cities.

Dilf! Sylus who starts to spend more time alone with you. Inviting you to his private gym in case you had some free time while the twins were sleeping, together with even allowing you to help him test the condition of his motorbike. It had been clear since the start that Sylus was in no way feeble, as you often saw him carrying Luke and Kieran while all of you played together. But it was then, when he was too busy checking every single element of his motorbike, with him simply wearing a tight sleeveless t-shirt, allowing you to see just how much time he spent keeping his body as fit as possible.

"Like what you see?" Sylus' eyes were once again focused on you, his hands slightly tainted by the motor oil, some even staining his face.

"I was just-- Sorry" You felt your face heat up, your eyes starting to move around the garage trying to find anything to focus on.

"No need to excuse yourself, sweetie. I understand, can you help me a bit with this? It seems that I need to check this thoroughly."

Dilf! Sylus who begins to make the work harder for you, with him sometimes rubbing against you as he passed by, making you blush just from remembering the veins on his arms and hands as he worked out. The sexual tension between the two finally came to an end the night the two of you found each other in the living room. Sylus had just arrived, his cloak still being carried under his arm.

"Good night, I didn't expect company so late at night, tell me, would you mind accompanying me for some alcohol?" You bit your lip, still not sure on what to do, before you answered him, Sylus added: "Don't worry, the boys won't be up until maybe around 12, they spent all their energy playing with their friends."

"I suppose it would be ok then, just a bit, ok? I'm not that good with alcohol..." Sylus nodded, going to the kitchen and coming back with two small glasses, together with a bottle of tequila, salt and a few slices of lemon. He had already changed into more comfortable clothes, with him only wearing some expensive smock that looked perhaps a bit too short for your own safety.

"How about we play some cards while we drink? The one who loses will have to drink." You knew that wasn't the best choice for you, but how could you refuse when he was already smirking as if he had already won?

Before you were able to notice it, the bottle of tequile was almost finished, both of your faces being as red as a tomato.

"Come on! Just accept your defeat already, afraid that someone younger than you is better than you?" You smiled, your left hand moving the liquid inside the small glass while you kept glancing at the cards on your right hand.

"Oh? Someone has gotten bolder now, do you always talk to your bosses like that?" Sylus left his glass on the table, smirking while he left the cards fall on the table, resting his head on his left arm. "Just so you know, I have no kind of insecurity regarding my age, sweetie."

"You sure? I mean, you work out a bit too much for someone--"

"I have no idea why would you assume that, the fact that I work out a lot is merely due to the fact that my job--" Sylus stopped himself, taking a deep breath before going on. "That is just because of some requirements that I have to meet in order to keep my position." You looked a bit confused, not realising until then that you had never wondered why did he always arrive so late. Still, the alcohol was still running down your veins, making it difficult to even realise the possible danger of it.

"Suuuure, let's just say I believe you. Why would an old man like you need to stay as fit? Are you sure that you're not planning on wooing some naïve girl into your claws?" You laughed, taking a small sip out of the glass.

"Maybe I want to do just that." Sylus' gaze darkened, his usual dangerous aura coming back to him as his crimson eyes pierced your face. "Maybe I should do just that, I'm sure I would be able to teach some wild kitten just how she is supposed to behave to be considered a good girl." You felt a shiver being sent through your whole body, the hair on your arms stooding up as your face flushed from the tone Sylus had used in those last few words. Sylus chuckled at your reaction, taking once again his glass from the table and playfully moving the ice cubes within his glass that was now filled with some old whisky he had taken from the cabinet. "I was just messing around, no need to act all coy now, we have been in much more intimate situations, am I wrong, sweetie?" Sylus took a small sip of whisky, changing the way he sat to one that made the cloth rode up allowing you to catch a timid glimpse of his underwear. Feeling as you were being tested on purpose, you quickly rose from the couch, thanking the courage given by the alcohol as you suddenly pressed your lips against his, your body clamping against his bare chest.

What first began as a one sided kiss was soon reciprocated, with Sylus soon taking the lead of it, his rough hands positioning on your hip, his thumbs making small circles around the area as his tongue suddenly entered your mouth, the meek kiss soon turning into a lewd one, the room now filled with wet noises together with soft moans and whimpers.

Just as you were starting to feel slightly light-headed, Sylus got away from you, moving his right hand towards your face and caressing your cheek with extreme care. "Guess I made a mistake. It seems this wild kitten is very much aware of what she is capable to do to me." You bashfuly locked eyes with him, encountering one of the softest looks you had ever seen. "I would have liked it more if this had happened on a better occasion, one in which you had enough courage to do all these bold moves without relying on a silly game." Sylus smiled, his eyes still fixed on you, making you feel even more flushed as you could clearly tell just how much he had been holding back from doing anything inappropriate. "Let me take you to bed, I think we should talk about this... change in our relationship tomorrow, when both of us are fully aware of what all of this means." Sylus lifted you with ease, opening the door with one of his legs and soon arriving to your bedroom, suddenly changing the way he held you so he could acommodate the sheets. Before you could say anything, he covered your body, planting a tendeer kiss on your forehead. "Sleep tight, I hope you won't regret anything tomorrow, sweetie."

[threeacttragedy]

Entry 6 – The One Where I Explained the Claddagh Ring to My Dad

I will preface this entry with an acknowledgement to my father. He is the most intelligent, quick-witted, and level-headed person I know. He’s also a bit of a bitch and tends to be blatantly honest. Sometimes that honesty hurts but it’s also nice to know he’s the one person in this world who won’t feed me a line of bullshit. He is also the best friend we all need.

On October 16, my father called me – like he does almost every day – to chat about, like usual, absolutely nothing. But, on this day, I was quite distracted (because the Time article about Nicola had just come out), which he called me out on almost immediately. Our conversation went something along the lines of:

Dad: “I can tell you’re not paying attention to me.”

Me: “Oh, I’m just reading an article that came out today. Actually, can I ask you a question about it?”

Dad: “Sure.”

Me: “I just want to read something to you, and I want you to tell me what you think this person is saying.”

Dad: “Okay.”

I then proceeded to read him verbatim the snippet from the Times article where Nicola talks about her relationship with Luke.

Me: “What do you think she is saying?”

Dad: “That this person is her best friend, and she thinks very highly of them.”

Me: “Oh, okay.”

Dad: “Why?”

Well, he opened the door so I gave him the backstory. I explained who Nicola and Luke were. I explained Bridgerton. I explained their chemistry during the World Tour. During this 15-or-so-minute conversation, my father took to renaming Nicola “Ireland” and Luke “Thang,” because that’s how he remembers things. Then I brought up the Claddagh ring.

Dad: “Wait. Stop – STOP! – STOP!! I said STOP TALKING! Why didn’t you lead off with this ring? I change my answer. She’s saying she’s in love with this guy!”

Me: “What?”

Dad: “Whatever you read earlier – I change my answer. She’s not saying they’re best friends. She’s saying she’s in love with him.”

Me: “Are you being legit?”

Dad: “Absolutely! Now, go back to the beginning because Ireland and Thang are a thing.”

Welcome aboard the USS Lukola, Daddy.

Recently, this conversation with my father got me thinking about how naïve I have been in believing all Lukolas were aware of the significance of Nicola’s Claddagh. I mean, surely, most of us know the term and meaning of “ring truther,” right?

Maybe not.

I’ve always chucked the Jakolas and A-holes up to be Conscientiously Stupid about the ring – disregarding it because it didn’t fit their narrative. But, shit, maybe they just don’t understand the Holy Grail of the Lukola fandom. So, I figured today, I’d dedicate my entry to explaining the ring to those who have no fucking clue what we mean when we say, “we’ll die on that ring!”

If you don’t want a history lesson or my opinion on the significance of the ring, you can move along and wait for my next post. Otherwise, happy reading. Actually, it’s a rather dull read – but informative. You may just need some caffeine to keep your focus up.

GENERAL HISTORY:

The Claddagh originates from Galway – yes, Nicola’s hometown in Ireland – and has been around for over 400 years. The ring typically shows two hands holding a heart which wears a crown, with the hands symbolizing friendship, the heart signifying love, and the crown representing loyalty.

The way a person wears their Claddagh traditionally signifies their relationship status.

On the RIGHT hand, with the HEART FACING OUTWARD away from your body (and towards your fingertips) means you are single, i.e, your heart is available for love.

On the RIGHT hand, with the HEART FACING INWARD towards your body (and towards the back of your hand), suggests you are in a committed relationship, i.e., your heart is taken.

On the LEFT hand, with the HEART FACING OUTWARD away from your body (and towards your fingertips) means you are engaged.

On the LEFT hand, with the HEART FACING INWARD towards your body (and towards the back of your hand), suggests you are married.

This is not gospel so please do not finish reading this post and start running around in circles, jumping up and down, exclaiming Nicola is married.

NICOLA’S CLADDAGH:

In June, Chupi announced it had designed and created a Claddagh for Nicola and noted “Nicola reached out to Chupi recently and requested a bespoke Claddagh Ring to celebrate the third season of Bridgerton.” Nicola’s ring was custom-made and differs from virtually all other Claddagh rings in that the hands of the ring also display rings of their own.

After creating the ring for Nicola, Chupi continued to sell it through its website, noting that the heart-shaped diamond in the ring was “[h]eld in a pair of hands that honor friendship and strength, with the left hand wearing a North Star signet ring.” In its original description, and for four months following this initial announcement, Chupi never explained the meaning of the ring on the right hand holding the diamond. We will speculate on that in a moment. Further, Chupi explained that the three diamonds in the crown “represent the traditional emblem of loyalty and also symbolize the past, present & future, along with a nod to the fact this is the 3rd season of Bridgerton.” There’s that Bridgerton reference again.

Now, let’s break down the hands holding the heart-shaped diamond, starting with the left hand.

The left hand is wearing a signet ring. This one is easy to explain because Chupi described the ring the left hand is wearing for us. It is the North Star signet ring, which Chupi sells through its website as its “North Star Diamond Original Signet Ring.” Chupi explained that the ring represented “True North.” What is “true north?” Besides its literal meaning, the phrase “true north” represents your “internal compass or your personal calling” and “your authentic self.”

The right hand is wearing a ring on its middle finger. This ring has always been a bit of a conundrum. As mentioned above, Chupi never explained this ring in its original description. In fact, it remained silent on its significance until November 1. And, even after it “explained away” the middle finger ring in an Instagram story (which disappeared after 24 hours), Chupi never updated its website to confirm its meaning. Why? Well, you’ll find that most “ring truthers” believe it’s because this middle finger ring represents Luke. Luke often wears a ring on his middle right finger. In fact, in his People spread for Sexiest Man Alive released November 14, he’s seen wearing a ring on his right-hand middle finger. You can also find him wearing a ring on his right-hand middle finger throughout the Bridgerton Season 3 World Tour.

But, let’s pretend for a moment that the rings on the two hands holding the diamond heart have no significance whatsoever. That does not negate the fact the ring was made as a nod to Bridgerton Season 3. Yes, the season that both Nicola and Luke repeatedly described during interviews throughout the World Tour as their “shared experience.”

To round out this little “history lesson,” and just so I am completely up front, on November 1, 2024, Chupi reshared to its IG stories a story shared by Ashley McDonnell explaining that the right-hand middle finger ring on the Chupi-branded Claddagh represented “power” (basically, women’s empowerment). As of that date, Chupi had also removed all mentions of Bridgerton from its Claddagh ring descriptions and left only a reference to the rings being “inspired by” Nicola. However, the Claddagh could still be found under Chupi’s “Engagement” ring section and the articles titled, “Designing a Chupi Claddagh Ring for Nicola Coughlan” and “What Way to Wear a Claddagh Ring” still, to this day, reside under its “News” section. These articles still reference the ring’s ties to the third season of Bridgerton.

A BUNCH OF POINTS I’M TRYING TO MAKE:

Point 1: Nicola had the ring commissioned herself, per Chupi. We can surmise she understands the meaning of the ring based on her Irish (and Galway) heritage; thus, we can also deduce she knows the meaning behind how it is worn.

Point 2: The ring is important to Nicola. I’m not even going to use disclaiming phrases like “may be” or “seems to be;” I’m just flat out stating the “ring IS important” to her. She has been seen wearing it a lot in her personal time. In fact, on September 20, she was photographed wearing the Claddagh during the Gucci afterparty, which means she took off the “workday” jewelry she had been wearing earlier in the day to put the Claddagh back on her finger. She has not been shy about flashing it in public. From her Chupi articles to her Tatcha stories to wearing it in public (at concerts, walking about).

Point 3: Based on comments made by Chupi on June 25 in its article titled, “Designing a Chupi Claddagh Ring for Nicola Coughlan,” it took four weeks “from a sketch to sparkling reality” to make the ring. This means, at the latest, it had to have been commissioned by May 9, 2024. However, some Lukola sleuths have stated the metadata they pulled from the sketches uploaded by Chupi indicate it was as early as April 26 (don’t even side eye me; I didn’t pull that shit). Based on this information, the ring was likely commissioned during and/or between the World Tour stops in Australia and Italy.

Point 4: Nicola wore the ring publicly as early as June 6 during the Dublin premiere. At that time, she wore it on her right-hand middle finger with the heart facing inwards. The way she wore the ring was also evidenced the following day in Galway by way of pictures in Chupi’s article titled, “What Way to Wear a Claddagh Ring.”

Point 5: Nicola flashed that glittering baby in her June 15 Tatcha IG post (I’m convinced that post holds so many secrets) and continued to wear it throughout the summer months (on her right-hand middle finger) as evidenced by pictures of her at the Taylor Swift Eras tour and in her August 1 Tatcha IG post. And, let’s round out the summer with her displaying the ring in her September 17 Tatcha IG stories, on September 20 during the Gucci afterparty, and in Alex Babsky’s September 25 IG post about Nicola being “in London today.”

Point 6: On October 1, Nicola had seemingly switched her diamond Claddagh from her right hand to her left-hand middle finger as exhibited in her Choose Love IG story. This switch was further indicated (but not confirmed because she conveniently put her caption over it) in her October 5 airplane IG story (deduced from the small gold band switching to her right hand) and in pap pictures of her published on October 8. On October 11, when she posted her Olaplex IG story, it appeared the ring was on her left-hand ring finger. We can also barely see the ring in the October 21 “Polin” picture; however, it cannot be determined if it is on her left-hand middle or ring finger. We haven’t seen her “out in the wild” since so the current status of her ring is not known, but we can probably safely assume she’s still wearing it, with the heart facing in.

Point 7: I believe everyone needs to make their own decision as to whether the right hand of the Claddagh – the one wearing the middle finger ring – represents Luke. Personally, I believe it does, but it is perfectly fine if you disagree. It could very well be a "power move." I’ve always believed the left hand of the Claddagh – the one wearing the North Star signet ring – represented “true north,” or Nicola’s internal compass to choose her own path. But, please do not let my opinion cloud your own.

Point 8: Regardless of your opinion about the hands holding the Claddagh’s heart-shaped diamond, the ring was acknowledged to represent Bridgerton Season 3 and that has Luke all over it.

Point 9: From Day 1, Nicola has worn the Claddagh with the heart facing inwards, meaning her heart is taken. To the best of my knowledge, this has never changed.

MY THOUGHTS:

First and foremost, Nicola has told the world her heart is taken.

Based on the above, why would Nicola wear that ring for anyone but Luke?

My father’s response: “She wouldn’t.”

Why? Because it would be fucking weird if she did.

Let’s play pretend for a moment.

You’re dating Nicola (and, NO, you can’t be Luke in this scenario). You’ve watched Nicola’s Bridgerton press tour for the past, say, six months. You’ve watched her flirt with Luke. You’re fully aware Lukolas ship her with Luke. In fact, you’re aware several of her castmates and crew ship her with Luke. You’re aware that, by the end of the World Tour, interviewers were getting bold enough to ask Nicola and Luke about their “friendship” because they, too, were intrigued by their chemistry. You’re also aware that, “People want [her] to marry Luke.” And, you’re fully aware that Nicola had that Claddagh ring made to, at a minimum, remind her of Bridgerton Season 3, the season she shared with Luke.

Would you be okay with her wearing THAT ring to signify the state of YOUR relationship with her?

If you are, get the fuck off my page.

Now, riddle me this, Batman –

Why was this ring made during the World Tour? And, more importantly, why was it worn during the World Tour?

Why did Luke and Nicola take a special trip to Galway? And (purely speculation here), why did the meeting with Nicola’s mum seem so emotional?

Why did the ring switch hands?

Why, Batman, why?

[thedivinetarot]

Do I make you feel like Christmas time? Put me in a party dress one time

What is coming your way? (General)

☆ How to chose your pile?

Read this post my dears.

Thank you🤍

☆ Note:

This reading only available until the end of January 2025. After that I do not recommend taking those predictions.

Merry Christmas Dears and happy new year. May all your wishes come true🎄🎊☃️🎆.

Pile 1 - Red car

Your current energy:

Hello pile one🤍 merry Christmas for my beautiful followers. Anyways, let's get into your reading. I can sense 3 energies in this pile so I will write them here and take what resonates okay? Let's start with the first one. I see something green in my peripheral vision and my third eye started tingling. I see that you might be someone who is emotionally attached to someone. I see that it can be for better or worse and I kept typing W so? Yeah anyways. I see that this emotional attachment could be tied to someone in your family. I see a very unhealthy dynamic here, you might be going to spend the holidays with them but instead of having fun they just re-live the old wounds and make you very unhappy. Pile 1 I see that you might be someone who is married or in a long term relationship and your spouse is the only one you feel that can protect you from the problems of your family. I see also that other people here are quite self-sufficient emotional or financially. I see a lot of I'm independent people whether you carry a masculine or feminine energy. For my single people you might get engaged in a traditional way? Perhaps by your family but I see you'll meet them soon. I see that this person might open doors for you. The second energy here is for my college students, I see you waiting for your marks and ending this semester with a lot of dedication too. Things seem very different than previous year. I got shivers all over my back, I feel like in this pile there's a sense of nostalgia. Something perhaps changed than the previous year. The third energy here is my workaholic people; guys take a break for God's sake your loved ones need you to be with them in the holiday, can you pls? Thank you. Also; I see that there's someone here who have done charity for Christmas I see that your spirit guys are very proud of you. Someone here will get a proposal soon, I see that if you are in a long term relationship you'll be proposed to and if you are single love is on it's way, don't give up babies 💋💋.

☆ Placements for you:

Capricorn, Taurus, virgo, Aquarius, Scorpio, Pluto, Saturn, sun dominant in your chart. 2nd, 6th, 11th, 10th, 6th, 8th house placements.

☆ what is coming your way?

So, I do think that people here might have struggled with their health alot. Someone here have a chronic illness like diabetes, hypertension and other chronic illnesses. I see that by the end of this year and the beginning of a new one; things will get better for you especially if you have been looking carefully about your current health status. I see also, that there's indulgence here. If you are someone who suffer from diabetes or hypertension be careful with what you eat (pls consult a Dr about your health this reading cannot substitute medical intervention). Anyways, I see that at the beginning of the holiday everything was balanced perhaps you have been dieting and NOW it feels like you are out of control. I see indulgence in food here. So if you are not used to to being inactive, have healthy lifestyle you might gain weight. I see that what is coming for you also is peace after a period of tiredness. I see that this pile have been fighting to get everything done and are tired because it is not going the way you wanted it to go. The cards are telling me that you should rest and give yourself some time. Nourish your body but do not over indulge. Perhaps spiritually, you are out of alignment. Maybe you abandoned your practices or stopped out of exhaustion. Give yourself sometime dear. Everything will be alright despite it not being quite obvious. I see that you guys are very uncertain right now and feeling lost, but everything will turn out to be alright. You have the tools to shape reality, you are no weak human. You are strong🤍 keep going. Also; you might hear about a proposal perhaps for you or someone you know, it is going to be super beautiful. Thank you for reading 💕.

Pile 2 - Christmas stores

Your current energy

Hello dears how are you? I hope you are doing well. I see here that there was or is a relationship that you were in or still in I'm not getting anything from the past. Something is currently going on. I see that this relationship might have made you emotionally unfulfilled and unsatisfied with that person. Also, another energy I'm picking up on is that if you are single I see someone who is young and youthful that will come into your life. I see that this person take care of their appearance A LOT and put too much thoughts into it. Well; also I have now two situations going on. If you are in a relationship then that person is cheating on you or deceiving you. I see that they are keeping things hidden. Probably with someone online? They might be following someone online and talking to them. And if you are single be careful of that new guy or person coming into your life. They might deceive you and hide things from you. Now for other, I see that if you were suffering from financial hardships this will soon end. I see an opportunity that will shake things up for you possibly coming from a woman you know. I see active search here, also I'm getting the phrase "what you are seeking, seek you back" so don't give up dears.

☆ Placements for you:

Gemini, Pisces, Sagittarius, Aries, Cancer. Pluto, moon, Mercury dominant in your chart. Your sun or moon in the 3rd, 1st, 12th, 9th, 4th house in your chart.

What is coming your way?

So, right of the bat I see that you will receive communication from a woman whom she is very close to you. This woman might be preparing something very sweet and generous. I see a gift here, she might gift you something that is very valuable. I'm not seeing that this woman is a stranger, she is from your family or friends. I see that also, this woman is going to unlock an opportunity for you regarding a job or your career. So, okay I see that this woman might really help you if you are looking for a job and if you are already employed she might support you. If you don't have any woman or female in your life then this might be you. I see you going out and looking for a job yourself, this job will be in a structured setting and it will pay you will. But also, not without difficulties. I see that you'll solve all you problems sense the key is here in the spread.

Pile 3 - Christmas Carol

Current energy:

Hello dear🤍 how are you doing? Let's get into the reading. I see that you started to take care of yourself and someone here is changing their physical appearance. Also, routine, you might have dealt with eating disorder and now you are recovering. Or you have been on a self love journey and now you are receiving the fruits of your labor. Cards here suggest that you need to reflect more about your lifestyle so if you feel the need to reflect on your long term goals do this evaluation so you can move forward with ease. Another energy I'm picking up on is someone here have an emotional attachment to someone else. This relationship feels karmic, and the lesson here is to acknowledge your wounds, heal and move on. I see that the main theme of this relationship is abandonment and manipulation. I see that this person might be manipulating you into thinking that they love you and then they abandon your need as a person. I see that this relationship is here to teach you how to be more logical and stop the unnecessary nostalgia to who that person was before with you. Evaluate that relationship with clarity and stop wasting your time, the right person won't do this to you.

☆ Placements for you:

Scorpio, Virgo, Aries, Gemini, Capricorn, Libra. For planets we have pluto, Mercury, Saturn, Jupiter. Sun or moon in the 1st, 3rd, 6th, 7th, 10th, 8th house in your chart.

☆ What is coming your way?

I see luck coming your way pile 3 and this luck will be because of a very strategic and smart woman. This woman knows a man that will help and guide you through your journey. I see that this man will play a key role in your life and may help you to see things clearly and be your anchor. I see that this person (regardless of the gender) is very optimistic and stable, generous financially too. I see that at first you might really feel tense and un-trusting of their intentions, you may think that they want sex or play with your heart but they are not like that at all. They will support you financially and help you grow in your business or open a business for you. I see also, that you might meet this person because of a problem and then they will help you navigate it. This person is very charismatic, confident and loyal. Also they are very determined. At first you might not like them at all but as you get to know them you'll realize that they are your wish fulfillment! Also, with the heirophant, queen of cups and king of cups you both might be in the same place emotionally when you meet them and above all ready to commit. Another thing I'm picking up on is that this person might indeed be your spouse if you are hoping to meet them. Take care pile 3, enjoy your holiday 💕

Pile 4 - Candy

Current energy:

Hello guys, I shuffled the cards and they were jumping like crazy and they energy is not quite right. Are you okay? I feel concerned. Someone here is being abused emotionally and the problem is you are not seeing it as an abuse which is quite strange. I see that I'm not sure why the person you are with might either be a long-term partner or someone that you don't see long-term relationship with. I see that despite the abuse you are trying to keep yourself distant emotionally. I mean yes, they are abusing you emotionally BUT no you are not attached to them in that way nor aware of that. The cards emphasis on setting boundaries. Another energy I'm picking up on is you might be hooking up with someone? And you both are attracted sexually? I see that you and this person do not want to commit which is nice on your own terms but be careful of unwanted pregnancies? Yup, I see that you might have been feeling like giving up and this hookup came and now you are on fire. This person might be boosting your confidence? And above all making you feel good. Nothing serious but still be careful, this person is quite in rush when it comes to that thing and they are non-commital.

☆Placements for you:

Leo, Taurus, Cancer, Sagittarius, Pisces, mars in gemini. Dominant planets: Neptune, mars, Sun, Saturn. Sun or moon in the 2nd, 4th, 5th, 9th, 12th house in your chart.

☆ What is coming your way?

So, love is on it's way pile 4. I see that you might meet someone in a very strategic way. That might know you beforehand but the actual meeting is planned by them. They might have their eyes on you long time until they make a move. I see that this relationship will give you a lot of luck and change you for the better also, it might be like one of those relationships that is very abundant in feelings and romance. Someone here will come and shake up your world. I see that this person or the relationship will be a source of stability and happiness in your life. This person is very sneaky and strategic I kept singing the phrase "g-g-g-g genius" so they might be someone who is considered intellectually smart and stimulating. I see that this person is very nurturing and motherly even if they are masculine or a man, they carry this feminine energy and help people. I see that also, they are emotionally mature and emotional too. They value mutual and reciprocal give and take effort. And pls don't say those people DO NOT exist BECAUSE THEY DO bahahah anyways. This person knows how to communicate directly and very straightforward. I see that in order for them to enter for your life you might be in a difficult chapter and trying to move on and cutting ties with people who have hurt you. Take care pile 4 and may all your wishes come true hohohoho🎅🏼🦌🎄.

Post date: 30th Dec- 2024 Mon

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[princessbrunette]

imagine rafe not being able to spend the night and your house bc he has like early business to do and you’re just so whiny begging him not to leave like clinging to his leg and he’s like “jesus christ i’ll be back tmr 😒” but at the same time he’s like 😊 bc it’s nice to feel needed

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you were clingy and you knew it. instead of pretending like you weren’t, you learnt to fully embrace it. no matter how much rafe tried to act like he didn’t, you knew he loved it deep down. it made him feel wanted, something not many other people in his life offered him.

he pats his keys in his back pocket as he slowly makes his way to your front door, lips parted as he thinks over everything he had on his person when he arrived, making sure to leave none of it behind. it was bad today, you really needed him. after the day you had, you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep on his chest, feeling safe and just… better. you cry, pathetic and hiccupy as you keep a clasp on his hand and he lets you hold it all the way to the door before pulling himself out of your grasp.

“okay, hey— can’t keep cryin’ like this baby you knew i wasn’t stayin’ over tonight because i told you. gave you time to… emotionally prepare n’shit. i got business to do early tomorrow, remember?” he raises his eyebrows, trying to reason with you. his voice is stern but he’s mopping up your tears with his thumb anyway.

“i know but i had a bad day, i just want you to sleep here!” you sob, clutching over his wrists as his hands clean you up and he shakes his head, gently removing them.

“look i’m — i’m sorry, alright? you know i wanna stay here, more than anything. but i’m a man now, yeah? i’m in charge of handlin’ business n’i got people relying on me. sometimes you— you have to make the hard choice, and this is one of those times.” he lectures you, so you do what any reasonable human being would do, and lower yourself to the ground, wrapping yourself around his leg.

“you’re not going.” you swipe your tear on his pants and he sighs in exasperation, trying to wiggle you off to no avail.

“jesus fuckin’ christ, are you kidding? get up, hey—” he tries to walk, but you cling him tighter, coming with him and he stops again. “let go and listen to me. m’gonna count to three, don’t let me get there.” he lifts up a finger and you unlatch yourself, staying on the ground in a ball. rate lowers himself into a squat, expression stern and yet yielding. “alright. you’re gonna calm down, yeah? i will sit with you until you fall asleep, and it better be within the hour or i’m just gonna leave. get up, c’mon. go brush your teeth.” he stands, giving you a little nudge with his foot and you hop up, happy enough with the outcome of him staying a little longer and run upstairs, not waiting for him to follow.

he huffs out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. “little shit.” he whispers, following you. once you’re all in bed, ready — he comes and sits beside you, mopping up the last remaining tears that stain your face with the backs of his knuckles. “okay. i’m here. now go to sleep.”

“kiss, rafe.” you pucker your lips and he indulges you, bringing you a nice long one to satisfy you before pulling back.

“close your eyes.” he sighs tiredly and you do so, but not before switching off your lamp. he places a hand on your back over your pyjama shirt, rubbing slow circles as if tries to silently coax you to sleep faster so he can get going, smiling secretly to himself at your shenanigans.

he won’t admit it, but he did feel really sad to go, and even considered staying— but he knew he had to make the responsible choice, so with one final look, he left you in your bedroom fast asleep.

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[lostintransist]

Liasion - Chapter 1 - Personality Hire

This is cross posted from AO3, linked below and up to chapter 22 as of this posting. These guys make me fucking feral and I just sometimes can't help myself but to post a whole long ass story.

“You’ve reached the liaison for the 141, how can I help you?” You stare deeply into the eyes of the man sitting on your desk’s edge.

“I am trying to reach Captain Price,” a gruff voice slides into your ear from your headphones.

“Price is currently unavailable, may I ask who is speaking?”

“Hmph. This is General Sullivan of the United States Army. Who is it I am speaking with?” His voice got rougher over the line. Transatlantic calls shouldn’t have many issues any more due to satellites.

“Ah, General Sullivan it is good to hear from you. I have been working with your staffers to schedule a call with Captain Price. He is still unavailable but I can get you on a call with him at the soonest opportunity. What time zone are you in?”

“Eastern, why does that matter?”

You could hear the urge for him to call you a little girl in his snarled question.

“Well, seeing as we are currently five hours ahead of you it does make timing a bit tricky. If you are available at 6 PM EST tonight I can get you on a call with him.” Opening your scheduling app you quickly fill in all the information Price would need for this call.

You had been in contact with the General’s team for over a week trying to schedule a call. The man on the other end of the line seemed to have an inflated sense of self-importance and his team refused to schedule an appointment. You were used to it at this point, everyone from senators to magistrates, and even generals had issues accepting that you would not just ‘patch them through’.

Silence reigned on the other end of the phone call.

“You’re just a glorified receptionist, why do I need to make an appointment?” General Sullivan spat into the phone.

You recoiled from the nasty tone. A grin spread across your face.

“Why? Because I am the gatekeeper to the 141 and I have carte blanche to never let you talk to anyone on the team if I so desire. I can put a note in the file that reads ‘Never accept assignments’ followed by your name General. Now since I am the only one who can let you through to speak to Captain Price, does 6 PM Eastern Standard Time work for you tonight, sir?” The sir comes out in as disrespectful a tone as you can manage.

“Fine,” comes the begrudging acknowledgment.

You switch to your bright happy customer service voice, “Thank you, General. Now if you want future calls to go better you can tell Todd that he can schedule appointments with me moving forward. Have a day!”

Ending the call with a tap you let your face drop and roll your eyes.

“An American, how interesting. How did you end up working with the 141?”

Phillip Graves, leader of the Shadow Company, is sitting on the edge of your desk. His accent marks him as an American as well.

You blink up at him and deadpan your response.

“I was a personality hire.”

Roach, who sat a few desks away working on a report, can’t suppress his laugh. Graves shoots the man a look. You doubt he has ever heard Roach even speak. Better to pull the heat off Roach; you pull the attention back to yourself.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Graves?”

“I need to speak to Sheppard, but while I wait, I am deeply interested in what kind of personality hire tells off a US General,” he shifts, turning his body more towards you.

“Well Mr. Graves the long and short of the matter is I called at least five members of the 141 a bitch to their face within a minutes of meeting them and then they watched me talk my way out of a ticket and offered me a job. So I guess the personality trait they wanted was caustic.”

It hadn’t been that simple. The team had been in Baltimore for a convention when they got tapped to help deal with a school shooter situation at one of the local colleges. It had been complicated by the fact that there were bombs placed in several buildings by an unrelated political group trying to make a point.

You had met and called a bitch in order, Roach, Ghost, Price, Soap, and Kate. The men had been trying to evacuate you and through the hangover rocking your world, you just didn’t have enough fucks to give about the guns strapped to their bodies or the imposing presence most of them gave off.

Kate had been special, she had gotten caught in the crossfire of you telling a police officer that his qualified immunity wouldn’t save him from getting dildos delivered to his desk and home if he put you in cuffs. You weren’t sure how you came up in conversation afterward but within a few weeks, you had a job offer to come work as a liaison with the 141. Your degree in communications and minor in political science would come in handy. Nothing much held you to Maryland and a change of pace sounded interesting. You were able to test out of a few classes and take the final early for one to complete your degree before you hopped on the flight to London.

Gaz had been the one to wait for you at the airport. He was home, recovering from a nasty wound to the leg. He introduced you to the support staff in the office and set you up with your work phone and computer.

Kate had been your main go-to for questions until the team arrived home. Kate’s job involved keeping the guys safe on jobs and your job was to help filter out the jobs that they couldn’t or wouldn’t take. You still weren’t sure what Kate’s actual job title was or how she fit in but even Price seemed willing to bend the knee to her advice.

Glancing at your phone you note the time, nearly four PM.

“You’re in luck Mr. Graves. Sheppard put you on the schedule personally and should be here any minute to meet with you. Now if you will excuse me I am going to make myself a coffee and head home for the day.” Standing you stretch, back popping as you reach high.

“Calling it an early day for the weekend?” Graves joked.

You stare at him a beat longer than socially acceptable.

“No, I started my day at four AM and I have a personal rule to not work longer than twelve hours at a time. No salary is worth more than that.”

Shoving the work phone in your backpack and setting your headphones into the top drawer of your desk you leave the charming smile on your desk for Sheppard to deal with. Being American didn’t mean you wanted to grab a drink with the man. If anything, you had found that American men in the UK needed to be treated with double the amount of caution as men in general.

You stare blearily at the single-cup coffee brewer you had bought to get you through the workday. Once the machine stopped gurgling you cleaned the grounds out, added creamer to your travel mug, and left the office with a wave to old man Harold who was the actual receptionist for the 141. This first month of work had been harder than you could have expected.

Masterlist

[charles-leclerizz]

🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑ sultry vindications

🏁 Pairings : Max verstappen X fem! Reader

🏁 Warnings : Smut, just straight smut. warning below the cut

🏁 Word Count : 2.7k words (2763 words)

🏁 Summary : Today, of all days, is the worst time to tease your boyfriend. And sometimes, you just neeed to take a long, hard look in the mirror to realise

🏁 translations via radio comm below

🏁 credits : word dividers by @cafekitsune, motivation by @vroomvroomcircuit

🏁 Music player : Perfect strangers by Jonas blue, JP Cooper

warning : Swearing, p in v, fem recieving! oral, spit talk, spanking, dirty words [like damn], reeader is a brat lmk if I missed any <33

“-So I told her that, if you need me to bury a dead body, I have the money and the skill.” You spoke into the phone, giggling with your best friend as you walked throughout your apartment, throwing odd pieces of clothing into your arms.

“I know! I would be amazing at it.” You sighed, shoving the dirty laundry into the open machine before shutting the door with your hip and pressing a few buttons haphazardly.

Crossing over the foyer, you fall onto the sofa, laying your head back against the headrest, “Yeah, and then he had the audac- umpph.” You stop mid-sentence, grunting under the weight of a heavy head being rested on your shoulder.

“Oh, hey baby,” you whisper, glancing down at Max, whose face was still buried into your sweater, merely getting a groan of confirmation from him, “Yeah…okay I’ll call you back Kika.”

You throw the device further down the couch, burying your free hands into his hair, “Hey schat-“ He groaned, picking up his neck to launch the rest of his body over the back of the sofa and land clumsily next to you, nose diving into the pillows,”- Neuk mij.”

“Oh, okay.” You raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he pushed himself upright, “You look…annoyed?”

“Yeah- I am.” He grumbled, throwing his head back, “Couldn’t get past even half of my normal weight today.”

“Awh, c’mon Maxie, that isn’t too bad,” You cooed at him, throwing your leg over his to slot it between his thighs as you scooched closer to him.

“That’s like 90kg schat,” He glanced at you, eyebrows furrowing when you stifled a laugh, “You’re laughing.”

“I mean yeah,” You shrugged, “It’s funny watching the big bad max, turn into nothing but, this-“You gestured to him, legs spread widely as he stared at you, arms crossed over one another, “Because what? You weren’t as testosterone-y as you wanted to be?”

You leaned over to kiss his cheek and ruffle his sweaty hair, leaving the thick strands to fall over his creased forehead, “It’s okay, you’ll always be my softy.” Leaving him in the living room, you went to the kitchen, suddenly reminded of the dishes that say waiting to be put away in the washer.  

“Really? Soft?” He grumbled, suddenly appearing behind you, thick arms looped around your waist.

“As a cloud,” You smirked, attempting to wriggle free of his vice-like grip, to no avail, “Babe, let me go.”

Gasping, you felt him twist you around and rested his forehead against yours, his usual baby blue eyes becoming a darker sapphire, “Take it back.”

You harrumphed, crossing your arms over and puffing out your chest, “make me.’ You narrowed your eyes at him, despite the erratic thundering of your heart.

Max matched your gaze, usually wide eyes squinted to a menacing stare before he kissed you. Unlike every other time he kissed you, his lips claimed yours, ensnaring you in an intoxicating haze that made your knees buckle and thank the heavens for the strong grip he had around your waist. He pressed you against the sink, disregarding the annoyed squeal that you let out when the back of your dress became soaked, instead he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

The taste of him stained your taste buds, making you gasp and moan against him, wrenching your hands away from the counter to instead, latch them onto any part of his body they found available, moving sporadically from his thick shoulders to his grabbable waist and up until his neck where you had tugged at his hair in just the right way that made him groan and guide the pair of you away from the kitchen.

“shit” You gaped, licking your lips savouring his flavour melded with yours, unwanting to flutter open your eyes, lest the fog be pierced through with the unwanted clarity of your reality.

Thankfully, Max met you halfway between your desperate attempts of pulling him against your chest and dove to your exposed neck, sandwiching you between his form and the wall mere inches away from your bedroom door.

He sucked and nipped at your tender skin, trailing his lips down from your ear to the column of your neck, until your collarbone, where he found purchase on the area which made you gasp and arch into his hold, “You ready to take it back yet?” He smirked against you, watching his passion form into multiple purple-ish love bites.

“Not, hah, not really.” You attempt to shrug, but instead your eyes fly open when you feel him press his thigh against your core, “Ohh, you play dirty.” You hiss, bringing him away from your neck to slot your lips together once more, this time properly fighting for dominance with him, your faces melding against each other languidly as heavy breathes left both of you in tumultuous pants.

You barely registered the door clicking upon until he had you locked against the backside of it caging you between his arms, both palms braced next to your head as you cradled his cheeks in your hands.

“Off.” You demanded, tugging at his shirt, barely inching away so that he could rip off the article, throwing it somewhere for it to be collected later.

Your eyes glittered as you admired his chest, muscles rippling and pecs heaving as he shivered when your nails tugged at his nipples ever-so slightly.

Max held you again, this time trailing one of his hands up and under the material of your shirt, until his fingers breached the band of your bra, and instead of doing thee sane thing.

Max pulled away from your lips, looking at you expectantly for your retraction of your statement, consequently when you didn’t give him what he wanted, he hooked his fingers upwards and tore through the material. Leaving only the sound of your squeal and ripping fabric to permeate in the room.

“Max, that was prada, do you seriously need to cave-man your way through things?”

“Watch your mouth.” He answered darkly.

“Or what?”

“I’ll fuck it.”

You stared at him, the overwhelming butterflies had morphed into something darker, needier, controlling you in a way that made you want him to grab you buy the hair and shove his length down your throat until you cried.

“Do it.”

“Really?”

“You too chicken?”

Max gripped your wrist, pulling you towards the mirror, positioning you until you could see both of your reflections perfectly in the large surface, both of you were red, cheeks flushed and chests rising and falling rapidly.

“Strip.”

“What are you, the TSA?”

He growled and dropped to his knees before gripping your lounge pants and tugged them off as well, letting them pool at your ankles, leaving you in just a sweater and panties, exposed to your own eyes as your gaze remained transfixed on his.

You whine and nearly double over when you felt his finger prod the wet fabric that remained soaked over your folds, “You don’t stop watching, schat, want you watching me as I fuck you senseless.” You shiver as he brings his mouth closer towards the leaking cotton, hot breath fanning over your slick covered clothing.

“Stop-“ You whimper, tugging at the waistband, begging for him to give it the same treatment as your bra, “Take, hah, take it off. Please”

“Not so bold anymore, are you?” He chides, bringing one hand away from your thigh to deliver a harsh slap to your ass, hovering over your rippling skin to soothe the sting, “Hm? Too whored out to listen now?”

“I should be getting paid for this then.” You breathe out, laughing to yourself until he meets your dazed eyes in the mirror. Keeping you transfixed on his movements, Max shucks the crotch of your panties to the side too dip a singular finger into your folds before he nudges your clit and blows cool air onto the throbbing bundle.

You hiss and brace yourself on your knees, pushing back against his face, “Ahh, Fuck.”

Max grins, and licks a fat stripe within your pussy, clicking his tongue when he feels you flutter around the muscle and tastes your lust again, and again. Until you’re shaking and moaning, struggling to keep an eye on the reflective surface ahead.

“Don’t stop” You beg, arching backwards until your hands find his hair and you begin to guide his head against your sex, the feeling of euphoria ever rising in quick leaps and bounds.

Until it doesn’t.

You gasp sharply and almost scream when Max detaches from you with a satisfied sigh, a dazed look in his eyes as he watches tears prick on your eyelashes and you turn to look at him, betrayed, “What? You looked away,” He shrugged, standing up again before wiping at his mouth and licking the glistening wetness from his fingers.

You blubbered, mouth moving silently as no sound managed to escape your throat.

“Yes?” Max watched patiently as you crumpled and sunk to the floor infront of him, obediently waiting on your knees, “Look so verdomd perfect.” He hummed, tilting his head affectionately before crooking his fingers and gesturing for you to approach him at his perch on your shared bed.

Just as you were about to stand upright and scurry to him, Max tutted and with his foot, kept a heavy weight on your back. Your eyes widened up at his smug expression, until you grumbled under your breath and scuffled closer to him on your hands and knees.

A painfully embarrassed blush leached into your cheeks, “God- so humiliating.” You hiss, resting your cheek against his thigh.

“You wanna listen now?” Max bit his lip when you paused mid-eye roll, nose twitching when the once tender graze of his fingers against your chin turned into a harsher pull.

“Yeah, just really want to…” You trail off, a self-aware silence donning your tongue.

“You’re going to have to tell me..”

“I would rather not.”

“Well-“ He nodded and began to rise ”-that saves time.”

“No, no-“ You tug at his pant leg, “really want to..cum.” You bitterly mutter.

Max hummed in approval, hand coming to pet your head, “See? Was that so hard?”

“Yes.”

He tugged your head back using your hair, smiling cruelly when you hissed but giggled, “Fucking twisted… You like this, don’t you?” He waited over your open mouth before colleccting spit in his mouth, and dropped the degrading drop into your waiting mouth.

“’Dunno.” You gulped, gasping at the searing hot feeling that scuttled over your chest and throat.

“You sure?”

He guided you up, pulling your panties off simultaneously before sitting you onto his lap, balancing you on his spread thighs, “You sure?” Max cocked his head at you, holding your neck with one hand, the other keeping your waist in place against him.

“Crystal fucking clear.” You’re half tempted to spit on him but refrain from doing so when he arches a daring brow at you.

He swivelled you around in his hold, facing both of you into the mirror once again, but this time, you're back is flush against his chest, head resting limply on his shoulder until his fingers comes up to guide your gaze on his other hand that goes down to his gym shorts.

You shudder when he pulls out his cock, tall and proud in his fist with a red tip leaking pre-cum that made your mouth water and eyes shine.

Max chuckles at your expression, and slaps the tip against your ass a few times, “See that mijn hoer? Look how cockdrunk you look.”

“In, Max, please.” You beg quietly, shaking your hips in hopes he would slip it into your aching hole and heal you of the needy pit that had begun to blossom since the first time he left you high and dry.

“Didn’t hear you schat, speak up.” He ran his dick up and down the seam of your pussy, coating it in your juices and hissed when you shot up, feeling him barely slip into you.

“Please, fuck, Please I’ll do anything, just please fuck me, Goddamit Max I swe-“ You’re cut off by a medley of both your moans as he pushes in his length, “Fuck-“ You squeal, watching as you barely manage to sink down half way, “So big, feel so full Maxie, wanna take all of you though, wanna take it all.” You drool dumbly, forcing your hips lower despite the iron grip he has on them.

“Desperate, aren’t you?” He bites your ear before trailing soft kisses up and down the column pf your neck, even deviating away to pepper his lips at the back of your throat and down your spine.

“Yeah” You follow along, pushing further until you could feel a delightful resistance to your determination and your breathing labours.

“You’ll get hurt-“ He protests, already gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw in an attempt to stave of the luxurious pleasure, “Don’t, I’m serious.”

You interrupt his warning by pressing with more force, until you slip down his length rapidly, causing him to choke and groan, dark, ocean eyes rolling back as he lets himself fall back against the bed, “Fuck, schat, why- why would you do that?”

Ignoring his protest, you roll your hips, moaning loudly when his tip nudges the spongy part furthest within you. You continue to take pleasure from Max, biting your lips and bouncing on his cock with his help, of course, revelling in the feeling of his wandering hand coming up to tweak your nipples our cup your bouncing breasts from his position, laying down on the thick comforter that remained ruined beneath him.

The feeling approaches again, hesitantly like the playful shore breaching the sand and you welcome the sparks of passion with a guttural moan, until Max stops your reverent movements, causing you twitch and whine helplessly, the jittery sea already cresting away from you, taking its astringent sweetness along with it.

“Max.” You scold kicking your legs out.

“You” He thrusts up one, snickering when you fall forward, “Looked” He thrusts again, this time sitting up and plastering his sweaty chest to your back, “Away.” He thrusts once more before stilling and watching as the haze filters out of your pupils, leaving you just as wheepy as you once were, if not more.

“I was so close,” You cried, fat tears running down your cheeks, “You and this stupid mirror,” You curse, sniffling when his fingers came up to wipe away the tears sweetly.

“C’mon,” He urges, guiding your hips once more, “I know you can do it” Max encourages.

“I’m gonna beat your ass.” You promise, allowing him to bind both of your hands together behind your back with his own nimble fingers.

“Sure you will.” He satiates your mindless babbling, watching, amused as you begin to rut your hips continually, clenching around his cock in a way that makes him delirious.

Guiding you, Max controls your movements, one hand around your wrist whilst the other remains tucked between your thighs, tapping, and circling your clit until you begin to quiver and shake around him, just this time, your eyes remain glued ahead.

Whether you’re focusing or not, is another question, but even as your jaw goes slack and eyelashes flutter, your eyes remain open.

Max slaps harshly against your bundle of nerves, grunting throatily when you clench even harder and twitch in beetween your rabid bounces, “Doing so well f’me, yeah?”

You nod your head numbly, spit escaping between your lips and trailing down between your breasts, “Gonna cum Maxie.” You mumble, thighs already quaking and squeezing closed as Max follows suit, his grip on your body intensifying tenfold and cock pulsating until you can feel ropes of cum shoot within your walls, painting your insides with white.

This prompts you to moan, and throw your head back, finally giving up on the inter-personal staring contest to experience the long sought after wash of titillating pleasure and toe-curling bliss that makes your irises disappear within your skull.

Your vision spotted and faded a few times, until you could feel familiar pads of fingers run against your jaw, tapping gently, “Mijn liefje?”

“Mijn liefje? ben je oke?” Max asked again, this time shaking your head slightly, which remained limp against now what seemed to be his arm that wrapped like a poised snake around your breasts, balancing your chin.

“So good.” You confirm, weakly giving a thumbs up before noticing the slight red marks that adorned your wrists, which prompted you to hiss and inspect them, despite the lack of pain.

“Oh shit, does it hurt?” He took your wrists from you, pressing feather light kisses against them whilst rubbing his thumb against the skin, all whilst also brushing your hair out of your face.

“Max you are still inside of me.” You sass, clenching around him as proof, which makes him shudder and wheeze before going back to soothing your skin.

“Yeah, but it looks like it hurts” He coos, bringing a hand down to your ass, where visible handprints were already forming.

“It doesn’t”

“Yeah, it does.” His blonde eyebrows crease with worry as he leans further back, his eyes darting between the bright red indents of his fingers on your hips and the few dozen of love bites that seem to spread through the expanse of your backside, leading futher to your front.

“No max,” You hold his face, kissing his nose once before biting his cheek playfully, “It really doesn’t, I like them- you marked your territory” your voice drops, following his expressions closely, with a cheeky smile.

“What?”

“It means, I’m yours.”

“Well...” He clears his throat once, adjusting himself and you, so that you were now comfortably laying on the bed beneath his hungry, predatory gaze, still buried deep inside you, “You cannot blame me for what happens next.”

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over

📻 Kchh...Dutch....to english....over

schat - Darling/Love/Babe [term of endearment]

Neuk mij - Fuck me

verdomd perfect - Damn perfect

mijn hoer - My whore

Mijn liefje - My darling

Mijn liefje? ben je oke - My darling? are you OK

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Only Alibis

"Here, right here," you instructed your Uber driver a little rudely for your taste. You mentally sighed. You needed to tip a little more generous than usual, and fix your attitude before going in to meet Harry.

The car pulled up to the curb in front of the restaurant and stopped. "Thank you!" you said nicely, opening the car door. "I'll leave a good review," you called, hastily walking into the place while doing just that and tipping $20.

You were late, and Harry wasn't going to be pleased with you. 

You'd had a subpar day, to say the least. You accidentally woke up late for your first class and rushed to lecture only to be handed back a failing essay. You were confused and upset at your mark, but you had another class right after, so you planned to attend office hours later in the week to inquire about it. You tried to brush off the bad morning and focus on your other classes, but you couldn't manage it. You were hungry because you didn't eat breakfast, tired from a rigorous schedule, and nervous about your bad grade. It wasn't like you to fail anything, period. You were a good student.

That was one of the things that attracted Harry to you.

He wasn't going to be happy if he found out.

He also wasn't going to be happy with your tardiness.

You'd been outlining lecture notes for an exam later in the week when you realized you needed to order your Uber right away to make it on time to the restaurant. Unfortunately, with dinner being set at 7pm in the heart of the city, there weren't a lot of cars available, and Harry hated for you to take a taxi, especially with his money. He wouldn't tell you why, only that he'd had a negative experience once, and you weren't to use them.

You waited longer than usual for your Uber, and then there was traffic, and now you were late for dinner. You texted him that you might be late, and he hadn't replied.

You were nervous to see him, and you didn't like that. Usually, you looked forward to time spent with Harry. He was a little older than you and a successful businessman, so he was a nice escape from your college peers obsessed with grades and internships and law school admissions. He also could be terribly romantic, although he'd never want you to admit that. 

And what girl didn't like shopping and sex?

You strode into the restaurant, immediately spying him sitting alone. It made you a little sad to see him all by himself, waiting for you. You didn't know it for a fact, but you always imagined Harry a little lonely in his private life.

The receptionist tried to stop you from going past the lobby, and it was then that Harry looked at you, having drawn attention to yourself. "I'm meeting Mr. Styles," you explained, annoyed that you always got stopped at these places. You were wearing a thousand-dollar dress that he purchased. Why shouldn't you belong in this restaurant?

You gestured over to Harry and the receptionist looked over at him. Harry gave him a singular nod and then stared coldly at you. You quickly walked over to his table and stood behind your chair like he liked you to. "Hi, Harry," you said, smiling uneasily.

"What?" he asked, annoyed.

You blinked, positive that he'd heard you. "Hi, Harry," you repeated.

"You can address me properly, please," he said, unsmiling.

Your face fell, shocked. Harry sometimes liked to be dirty in public, but never at dinner before he took you home. You were actually excited to sit and talk with him today, to relax and enjoy yourself for a moment in your bad day.

You supposed he had other plans. And you needed the money.

"Hi, Daddy," you corrected yourself, plastering a smile on your face.

"Sit." You couldn't help but erase your fake expression at that, pulling out the chair and sitting down.

"You're late," he said unhappily.

"I know, I'm sorry. I texted y--"

"I make reservations for these dinners, Y/N. A text doesn't fix my reputation at a place I like to come to," he said.

Just then, a waiter approached your table. You glanced down at your menu, looking for the drinks they offered here speedily, not wanting to delay Harry any longer than you already had.

"She's here. I'd like the filet dinner, and I want the potatoes that come with it to be extra crispy," Harry said before the waiter could greet you. He held out the menu for him to take and glanced over at you expectantly.

The waiter held out his hand for your menu and you reddened. "Um, I'd like a water," you said slowly, "and do you have Caesar salad?" you asked.

You didn't want Caesar salad. That actually sounded awful. You liked dining out with Harry and eating actually filling and delicious food, so different from the dining hall and the snacks you kept in your dorm.

As a matter of fact, you probably wanted the same steak Harry was having, but you had no idea what it actually was on the menu, and this was your safest bet to order. Everywhere had Caesar salad, right? You were starving, but it probably came with chicken and bread at a place as fancy as this, and maybe some soup. And after your day, you weren't in the mood to look through the menu and sweat as Harry and the waiter stared you down. 

"No, we don't," the waiter replied.

Shit.

"Okay, well, um--"

"We have a garden salad that can be served with Caesar dressing," the waiter suggested.

A garden salad would certainly not have any protein on it.

Fuck this day.

"That sounds great, actually. Thank you so much," you said, handing over your menu.

"All right. I'll be back over with your water, miss," the waiter said, walking away.

"You didn't want wine?" Harry asked you.

You shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't really get the chance to look," you said without thinking, hoping he didn't perceive it as rude.

"Well, I waited half an hour here for you like an idiot, so I wanted to order," he told you, and you frowned. "Tell me, are you usually so late for appointments at school?" he asked, and that struck a nerve with you from earlier today. Your professor was less likely to adjust your grade after you came in late this morning.

"No, Daddy, I--"

"Order a glass of red when he comes back. I imagine it'll assist you later tonight," he said with no attempt to lower his voice, and your face reddened some more at the thought of him punishing you, and that the people surrounding your table were listening in. He already was making you call him Daddy, was that comment really necessary?

"Yes--"

"And order it properly, please. I don't want to hear 'Well, um--' when I'm sponsoring you through school on track to become a lawyer, Y/N. It's not very becoming of an attorney to talk so childishly. I certainly wouldn't take you very seriously in my office, and in such a slutty outfit as well. I work with attorneys everyday; I've told you that," he said sternly. "Y/N?" he asked, waiting for your reply.

You hadn't realized he was done speaking. "Yes, Daddy," you replied.

The waiter returned with your water and you spoke up. "Excuse me," you said.

"Yes, miss?" he asked.

"May I please have a glass of red wine?" you asked.

"Your finest Merlot," Harry corrected. "She'd like a whole bottle, actually. Bring a glass for me as well, please. Thank you."

"Of course, sir. I'll be back with that," he said, turning and walking away.

"Thank you," you said politely, the waiter not addressing you in return. You took a sip of water.

"Are you going to ask me how my week is?" Harry asked, and you were beginning to break down.

"I was only taking a--"

"Are you talking back to me? I really don't appreciate your attitude today, Y/N. You're rude, sloppy, late. I'm honestly upset with you," he told you. His face hadn't made a figment of a smile since you saw him. He was now actually frowning at you.

"O-Okay--"

"Well? Are you going to ask?" he snapped.

You took a deep breath. "I will, Daddy, and I'd love to hear about your week. May I please be excused to the restroom first, though?" you asked.

"Go," he said. "Go, and come back much nicer," he commanded.

You nodded. "Yes, Daddy, I will. Thank you." You stood from your chair and paced to the bathroom, feeling tears bubble in your eyes. You couldn't cry yet, not here where he could see you and become more disappointed and undoubtedly reprehend you some more.

You pushed open the door to the bathroom, grabbed a couple of paper towels, and shut yourself in a stall. You cried. You cried on behalf of your grade, Harry, and a million other things. You didn't know why, but your roommate kept resurfacing in your mind as well.

Your roommate Gina was having trouble. Her dad had passed away late last year, and along with that, she was worried she wouldn't be able to return to school this semester because of her dad's funeral expenses and her family's loss of income. She'd applied for loans and been denied. Thankfully, over the summer, it appeared that she would actually have the funds to attend school, and she was in classes with you currently. However, now her grandmother was undergoing chemotherapy. Her mother was using money set aside for tuition to help her grandmother, and the school was now constantly emailing and calling Gina, asking her for her payments.

When you finally pried all of this out from your proud roommate, you confidently promised her that you could take care of her tuition with your monthly allowance from Harry. Sure, it'd use most of it up, but you didn't mind. You didn't need new shoes; Gina needed to continue her education. You were happy to help her, especially in a time of such distress.

Even though you were able to help, you still caught yourself feeling horrible about the situation. This was actually why you wanted to become a lawyer, to hopefully help people like Gina. The country was just set up so unfairly, and you hated it. You especially hated watching your grieving roommate stress about things out of her control.

You calmed down after a minute, drying your tears and taking deep breaths. You wished that Harry wasn't so mean today, but he was paying you to do exactly what he wanted. You ought to go out there and act however he liked you to, and you knew he would not like to see you crying out in public. He was always reminding you what it took to be a lawyer, and that was stone-cold professionalism. There was no time for crying.

You exited the stall and ensured that you looked normal in the mirror, splashing cold water on your face and readjusting your dress. It had also upset you that Harry'd called your dress slutty. You wore things like this all the time when you went out with him--it had spaghetti straps, but it was generally respectable. He'd even purchased you it on a shopping trip last weekend. You knew that you were technically Harry's sugar baby, but you resented the thought that he really thought of you as some slut he was putting through school.

It reminded you that you weren't going to establish any more of a relationship with him.

Never mind that. It was time to go out there and earn Gina's tuition. You'd told her she could count on you, and weekly dates were certainly something Harry expected of you.

You left the bathroom and sat back down with Harry, finding that your salad and wine were at the table. Harry hadn't touched his steak.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Daddy," you said, rejoining him. "I didn't realize the food was almost ready."

He didn't reply, cutting into his steak.

"Daddy, how was your week?" you asked then.

"Much better," he remarked, looking up at you with that proud glint in his eye. "That's my favorite girl."

You couldn't help but smile as you cut your salad. You definitely sought Harry's approval. You'd grown to trust him over the past year, and it made you happy to think that he thought you'd be successful.

"It was all right, babe. Busy. I'm a little uptight, you probably have noticed," he said.

You didn't know how to reply to that.

"And you?" he asked.

"I'm... I'm okay. My workload is really starting to escalate in my classes," you told him.

"Oh, I know. They're simply preparing you, baby. Law school isn't easy," he said.

"I know, Daddy. I'm working really hard," you said, your bad grade flaring in your mind as you dressed your salad.

"That's what I like to hear, love-y. You're going to be very well-prepared, from such a good school," he said. "Schools here in New York are very high-regarded. And you know that I can call anywhere and speak with admissions," he told you.

You rolled your eyes a little. "I plan on getting admitted to law school on my own merit, Daddy."

"I know, pumpkin, and you will. Just... If a problem comes up, or you don't think they've been fair to you, I could work something out. Write a reference for you, something. You work very hard, baby. I want you to go exactly where you want for school," he said. "You shouldn't have to settle."

You took a bite of your salad. "Not planning on it."

He smiled largely at you, his eyes crinkling and his dimple showing. "That's a good girl. That's my Y/N. Much, much better," he praised you.

You smiled back at him, feeling better, too. "Thank you, Daddy. Means a lot, coming from you," you said.

Your waiter came back with a plate of chocolate cake and set it on the table. "Let me know if you'd like anything else. I'll have your check momentarily."

You looked over at Harry, confused.

He shrugged. "I know garden salad probably isn't what you really wanted," he amended. "I'm sorry I was in such a sour mood when you arrived. Just... I've had a hard week at the office, and I didn't sleep well last night," he said.

"Me neither. I think the stress has caught up with us both, Harry," you replied. "Daddy. Sorry--" you began correcting yourself.

"No, Y/N, Harry's fine," he interrupted you. "I'm sorry," he added, and the gravity of those words on their own, coming from Harry Styles, New York executive, made you pause a second. 

"Here, have some of my steak." He moved pieces from his plate to yours as you sat in silence a second.

"You're fine, Harry. Thank you," you said, glancing down at your cake.

"Don't thank me yet, babe. You don't know what awaits you at home," he told you.

You smiled back at him, though you weren't sure you were excited. - Harry's car took you back to his penthouse on the Upper East Side. You always liked looking out the window on the way to his place, but tonight, Harry insisted you sit in the middle seat, closer to him. It was a reminder that he was angry after such a hard week, and wanted to keep you close as a precursor to tonight's lashing out.

You usually liked Harry's punishments. He'd spank you, deny you, insult you for awhile before fucking you mercilessly into his mattress, up against his wall, over his desk. It was hot. 

Tonight, you were nervous, though. You'd had a rough day, and you almost broke down when he was stern with you in the restaurant. He'd apologized, which was admittedly rare, and you had a nice meal afterwards, enjoying your cake and nodding along to his stories from the office. But you felt in your mind that you still weren't elated for tonight.

It didn't matter, though, you told yourself. Harry paid you an allowance that you especially relied on this month. He could have you any way he liked you.

His hand massaged your thigh rigorously. You knew he was planning on spanking them painfully later.

You kept quiet the whole drive, not speaking unless spoken to. When you first met Harry, you were perplexed by all the time he spent in silence. You wondered if it was a signal that he was angry with you or didn't enjoy spending time with you. As you got to know him more, you understood. He wasn't interested in speaking unless there was truly something to be said. You grew to like it about him; it was a quality that had taught you a lot while you were in lectures full of opinionated political science students. 

This wasn't pensive silence, though. It was anger mulling; anger from a sleepless, hard-working, cunning Wall Street executive. You could see it in his eyes when you were brave enough to glance for a millisecond. He was going to want to see you suffer and beg.

The car pulled up to a stop at the curb of his apartment building, a swanky, sky-high, glass mirrors sort of place. He got out and held the door for you. "Goodnight, James," he called into the car before shutting the door and waiting as the car drove away.

"Christ, do you ever get the feeling that sometimes he deliberately takes the route with the most traffic?" he asked you, and you didn't reply, not knowing anything about one way being better than another. "Come on," he beckoned you, walking into his building.

You got into the elevator and he sighed heavily when you were stopped several times by other people getting on.

He was angry, and it made you sad. It made you sad because this usually thrilled you, the mystery of not knowing what was in store for you upstairs. Right now, you were anxious you weren't going to be able to handle it.

The doors opened to his floor and you waited for him to exit the elevator first. "Go," he told you, and you stepped off, him behind you. "Go on. You know the way," he instructed bossily.

You walked to his door and waited for him to open it. You turned after a minute to find he was several paces behind you, still making his way over. "I like to watch you," he said lowly once he was close enough. "Have we ever discussed getting you your own key?" he asked.

"No," you told him.

"What?" he asked you.

You chastised yourself, so forgetful. He'd told you last time that you should address him by Daddy in his penthouse always. "No, Daddy, we haven't."

He opened the door. "Perhaps we should consider it. I wouldn't mind having you around more often, and you could come up and study from my desk, order lunch for yourself. I like the idea of you having somewhere safe and quiet to come and do your work. Your dorm and the library probably get tiring." He stepped inside and you followed him. You were almost flattered by his suggestion until he tacked on, "And I'd get to see you naked more often, fuck you over my lunch break."

"It would be nice, Daddy," you agreed standardly as you entered his penthouse.

He stared back at you, taking off his suit jacket. He draped it over one of his living room chairs and raised his eyebrows at you. "You've been very naughty, and you know it, Y/N. Head upstairs."

You resisted the urge to sigh and made your way up his steps, him one step behind you the whole way. He grabbed at your ass a few times between the sounds of him taking off his belt. He was going to make you hurt, and you knew it.

You entered his bedroom and your heart sunk in your chest. It was then you knew: you didn't want to do this tonight. 

He shut the door behind you and you shut your eyes.

"I want you to tell me exactly what you've done wrong," he directed you, "because you know what it is, and I won't tolerate it."

You took a deep breath. You had to start before you finished. "I was late--"

"Face me."

You turned around, gulping.

"So foolish. What good would your admission be if I couldn't see the guilty look on your face?" he asked you. "Y/N, you're brighter than that."

You hated when he called you Y/N in here, and he knew it. Apparently, you didn't deserve the title of baby or little girl or princess right now.

"Begin again. I'm waiting," he said, and you took another deep breath.

"I was foolish when I did not turn around to give my apology," you started. "I was late to dinner, and I kept you waiting. I wore a dress you did not like, one that you said was slutty and not becoming of a lawyer. I spoke... I spoke impolitely to you several times at dinner. I contradicted you, and you're always right, Daddy. I was wrong. I also made a fool out of myself when I ordered my meal and my wine. You always say that I should speak like a lawyer all the time, and I didn't, and I'm sorry, Daddy. I also forgot to ask you how your week was, which was rude," you listed. 

"What else did I call you?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

"I was rude, and sloppy, and late," you listed, your voice breaking a moment. "I've been bad." 

"That's right, Y/N. You remember well. Now, I want your thoughts on this. What do you think your punishment should be?" he asked you, smacking his belt against his hand much more gently than he ever used it with you. 

You looked at the belt and back at him a moment. "Five spanks," you said without really thinking, although it was a low number for you both. When you thought about it, that is really the punishment you wish you'd receive.

"Five?" he asked you, incredulous. "You listed all of those things, and you think they amount to five spanks?" he asked.

"I--" you began, not knowing what you were going to say.

"You're right, Y/N, you are foolish. I'm not going to waste time recounting all the things you just listed, but I will tell you that you have been insubordinate, stupid, and lazy. You disrespected me and ruined my reputation at a restaurant that I like to frequent. I expect much more from you. You behaved like a child, and I... I am not going to stand for it any longer. Undress. Undress right now. For saying that you deserve five spanks, I'm going to employ thirty. Thirty spanks for Y/N for being bad," he said. 

Thirty spanks. You'd never received so many, usually twenty being your maximum.

Your face flushed as you began to remove your dress.

"Look at you, you're pathetic. You walk into the restaurant looking like any whore off the street. It was no wonder the receptionist thought to stop you from entering the dining room." You lifted the dress from your shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor, willing the tears back into your eyes as you pulled down your panties and dropped them next to your dress.

"You're very bad, do you hear me? You're--Look at me when I speak to you!" he yelled.

You gasped, having been looking over at the door behind him absentmindedly. "Sorry, Daddy--"

"No! No more sorry. You're going to hurt now, and realize what you've done. Thirty-five spanks for a naughty Y/N, are you proud now?" he asked you. What he did next shocked you. He reached forward and smacked you across the face--not too hard, but it stung. He'd never done that before.

You stared back at him in shock.

"Answer me," he bellowed.

"No, Daddy, I'm not," you replied.

"Bend over onto the bed. Forty spanks for you, you whore. Can't even respond when I ask you a question, you useless slut."

You turned around and did as told, allowing the tears to escape your eyes and flow down your face then. Useless slut. That's what he thought of you.

Without warning, he lashed the belt on you and it stung familiarly, but not well. You allowed yourself to sob into his comforter.

"Count," he instructed you. "Count, you stupid, bad little girl! You know I like you to count. And now you've made it fifty! Fifty spanks for Y/N, or more if she doesn't fucking count right this second!"

"One," you cried aloud. You tensed, waiting for the next spank to hit you, but it didn't.

"Y/N? Y/N, baby?" he asked gently then. 

You stayed still, untrusting.

He leaned over to get a better look at you and saw that you were bleeding your makeup onto his white bedspread. "Baby, are you all right?" he asked softly, his hand coming to caress your back. You flinched at first, but then relaxed, realizing his movement wasn't to spank you.

"May I sit up?" you whimpered. "Daddy! Daddy, may I--" you corrected yourself miserably.

"Yes. Yes, you may," he said, and you flipped over and sat properly on the bed, crying into your hands. 

"Just... Just give me a minute. One minute, and we can start over, I promise. I don't mean to ruin it," you cried, sniffling in an effort to suppress your tears already.

He frowned. "No," he said, and you began to sob again, thinking he was going to flip you over and strike you. "No, Y/N. No, baby, why are you crying?" he asked you, his expression containing heaps more sympathy than it had all night.

You blubbered. "I... I failed my paper," you bawled, the first of your many grievances against life today. "I failed, Harry! And you're going to be upset with me. I failed, and I don't know why. I worked hard on it and I talked to my TA about it, and I got it back today, and it was all marked up with red pen and a big F on the front! And I'm bad! I'm a bad, lazy, stupid girl!" you cried.

His face fell. "Oh, baby," he whined, pouting. "There, there. It's one lousy paper, babe. It's no reason to be so upset," he said.

"Yes it is, Daddy, when any law school worth studying at practically requires a perfect average!" you wiped your tears. "And I'm not meant to fail. I... I studied it. I spent a week on it, apparently not realizing that it was all wrong. I'm useless," you cried out, frustrated with yourself. You wiped your tears again. "But it doesn't matter, you don't want to hear it. And I need the money this month. I'm fine. Let's just... Fifty spanks for a naughty Y/N, let's do them," you said, beginning to flip over.

He stopped you, pushing your shoulder. "No," he told you, shaking his head. "No, what was that you said? You said you need the money?" he asked you. "What's that about? What are you saying?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don't want to bother you with it," you said. "Let's just do it, come on. I know I kept you waiting at the restaurant like a fuck up, and now I'm wasting more of your time. Let's get on with it."

"No, Y/N," he said stricter. "No. Tell me what you need the money for. Is it not enough? Do you need more? You're meant to spend that money on things you want, babe."

You frowned. "I know, and I'm sorry, but--"

"No; don't apologize, tell me. What do you need the money for, Y/N?" he asked you plainly.

You sighed. "It's my roommate. She... Her dad passed away last year, and she needs the money to stay in school. It's a shit situation. Her grandma has cancer, and--" you cut yourself off, letting out a sob. "It's just... She's so sad and worried all the time, and I told her I'd pay for it, and let's just do it. I've already fucked up the whole date. You at least deserve the sex. Hit me, tell me I'm bad," you said.

He frowned at you, pausing. "Your roommate. That's Gina, right?" he asked.

You nodded, a little surprised he remembered, but not really. You did talk about her. 

"She's your really good friend. You girls go and see movies together," he recalled. 

You laughed through your tears, nodding. "Yes, since freshman year because we were too scared to go party on the weekends."

"That's right, I remember that," he said softly. "All right, Y/N. I think you need a shower and a proper dinner. I'm going to order a pizza, and I want you to take a long shower, and by then the pizza will be here, and we're going to talk. Only... Only it's not a bad talk; don't be worried. I'm not gonna hit you," he said, frowning some more.

You blinked, terrified. Was he going to let you go for your behavior? "No, Daddy, you don't understand," you told him. "Please. Please, I can be better. I was only late because I was studying and forgot to order a car, and then it took forever and there was traffic, and I know you tell me never to take a taxi, so I didn't, but--"

"Y/N, you listened to me when I said that?" he asked you.

You frowned, confused. "Yes. You told me not to take a taxi with your money, and I haven't. Why?" you asked.

He shook his head. "Nothing. It's only to keep you safe, but I can't believe you listened. Why wouldn't you tell me that's why you were late?" he asked.

"Because you always tell me you don't want to hear excuses. Excuses don't matter in the courtroom, only alibis. That's what you say," you told him.

He smiled softly at you, leaning forward and caressing your cheek. "Right, dear. That's what Daddy says. Run along and take your shower. It's nothing bad. You just aren't ready to do this tonight," he said.

"Daddy, if you fire me, I'll have no way to pay for Gina's school. It's not fair to her. I promised," you stated. "Please. I can be better," you repeated, begging. "I'll never be late again, I won't talk back--"

"Y/N, I'm not firing you. Please go and get in the shower and relax. I'm not coming in, either. Just spend a moment alone right now. Get clean," he instructed.

You got up off the bed then and stared back at him. "Yes, Daddy."

That's when he did something that shocked you to your core. He stood up as well, and leaned forward and kissed you on the mouth.

You and Harry had never, ever kissed before. You'd had sex probably more than a hundred times. You sucked him off a lot, and he liked to finger you sometimes, and lick you down on very special occasions. The last time he did it was after your honors ceremony last semester. He'd sat in the back, far away from your parents. He watched as you received your award for having one of the best averages in your class, clapping for you with a proud smile on his face. He didn't approach you the whole event. Only afterwards did he text you, "Come over, baby. You smart sexy thing. I'm so proud of you. My very favorite girl."

You remembered the day you realized you'd never kissed him, and it made you dejected. Your friends always said how lucky you were to have Harry, a handsome sugar daddy to pay for everything for you, but it also meant you had absolutely no time for a boyfriend. Ever since you'd first met Harry, you hadn't been kissed, which was now over a year. 

Your friends were right that you were lucky; you agreed. You loved spending time with Harry, and he made you feel like no one else could. But sometimes, and you hated to admit it because it was so humiliating, you laid next to him while he was sleeping, staring at his lips, remembering what it was like to be kissed, imagining what it would be like to feel one of his.

You cleared your throat, nodding. "Okay. Okay, I'll shower," you told him.

You spent a moment staring at each other, and you realized he wasn't going to say anything. Maybe it was a fluke.

You turned away from him and walked over to his master bathroom.

"Y/N," he said, and you turned around. Your name didn't sound like a punishment at all right now.

"Yes?" you responded, eerily aware of your nakedness.

"What do you like on your pizza?" he asked you.

You smiled. "I like pepperoni, but cheese is fine, too. Whatever you like, I can just pick it off. I don't mind. Thank you, Harry."

"Of course, Y/N. Run along," he instructed you, which was one of his favorite things to tell you, and you knew it. "Pizza'll be here when you're done."

You grinned, entering the bathroom then and turning on the shower. - After your long shower, the pizza had arrived, as Harry predicted. It was amazing what money could achieve. Pizza took nearly an hour to be delivered to your dorm.

You stood wrapped in your towel. "I didn't bring a change of clothes, I'm foolish," you told him.

"No, you're not," he said, shaking his head and opening his dresser drawers. He pulled out a set of sweats you'd never even seen him wear to bed. He was always dressed very sharply, donning matching silk sets to sleep.

"Thanks," you told him, dropping your towel and keenly aware of his eyes staring at you as you first took the pants from his hands and stepped into them, and then the sweatshirt, pulling it over your head.

You tugged the sleeves of the sweatshirt past your wrists to hold them as you liked to. "So. You said we should talk?" you asked him.

He opened the pizza box for you wordlessly, and you understood that he meant for you to take a slice, so you did. "Sit on the bed," he directed you.

You did as you were told, taking a bite of your pepperoni pizza. He smiled at that, but then his face grew more serious. "You say you're helping Gina pay her tuition. How much is that, exactly?" he asked you.

"She gets about the same financial aid as me, so it's like three grand a month," you told him. "You pay mine," you reminded him, and he nodded.

"That's right," he told you. "It's thirty four hundred dollars a month. I allow you four thousand dollars spending a month, which I expect you to spend on dresses and shoes and whatever your little heart desires."

You nodded, frowning. "I know, Harry, but she needed help, and--"

"--So that's hardly enough for you to do that when you're also so generously helping her. Therefore, I have decided that I will now allow you ten thousand dollars a month."

You blinked. "What?"

He nodded. "You heard me. I'm raising your allowance so you have plenty of room to support your friend. I imagine if she doesn't have money for tuition, that maybe sometimes she might need money for groceries or anything else," he said. "Does that sound like a reasonable number for you to buy yourself what you want and help her and whatever other little woodland creatures elect to follow you around?" he asked you.

You were nibbling on your crust now, smiling a bit at his princess reference. "It's more than reasonable, Harry. I'll have more than what I had before after I pay for her tuition," you said. "She's got a part-time job. It's not much, but she manages her personal expenses."

"Well, tell her that she can quit. Or buy yourself more things because it's also meant as a raise," he said. 

"Thank--"

"Do you have any idea how proud I am of you?" he asked you, and you smiled. "You're a stellar student. You are the director of philanthropy for your sorority, which is just about the most adorable thing I've ever heard. You sing in your school's choir, and you also spend time feeding the homeless and reading to children and all sorts of random little causes you dedicate yourself to. You've taken on helping your roommate. On top of all of that, you still manage to be a very good girl for me, and I know I demand a lot of you, which is why I have given you a raise," he said. "And you will not only be a lawyer, Y/N, you're going to be a very successful one. Do you hear me?" he asked you.

You nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

"All right. Here," he said, holding out the pizza box again. 

You opened the box and took another slice.

"Now for the matter of your bad grade," he said, and you tensed. He set the pizza box back down beside him on a side table. "Did you look it over? What do you make of it?" he asked you.

You sighed. "I didn't look it over yet. It just... I was so upset over it, and I have an exam to study for. I didn't want to waste time being upset, so I just thought I'd look at it tomorrow and make an appointment with my professor to have him look it over with me," you said.

"Do you think you will end up bargaining with him to change your grade?" he asked.

You frowned, dreading the idea. "Maybe. I don't know. I just... I know what the prompt was, and I know what I wrote about. I don't know for sure, but I really thought it was A work when I turned it in, Daddy."

He nodded.

"And another thing, this is the first big assignment all semester. I really didn't get a chance to learn how he grades writing. The rest of our grade is made up of quizzes right now," you told him.

"Have you done well on those?"

"Almost perfect," you said.

He smiled at you. "Right. That's my girl. Well, in the event that the professor does not adjust your grade, let me know immediately so I can handle it. I imagine the paper deserves at least a B, and I'm not afraid to make a phone call," he said. "I'll read it over for you if you'd prefer, and I'll call and tell him how it should be graded. And if he argues, I'll contact the head of his department and the dean. I donate too much to that school for some idiot professor who doesn't know what he's doing to tell my gorgeous special Y/N that she's failed. I'm sure your work is exceptional as usual, and he's only doing it to be more of a prick than he already is."

You shook your head, smiling. "What if I read over the paper and find it to be inadequate?"

"Impossible. Even if it's not your best work, you should still demand a better grade. I find it highly unlikely that you've done excellent on all your assessments thus far, but you earnestly failed your first paper mere weeks before finals. He might be trying to skew the average of his class, and he's botched the wrong little girl's grade, I can tell you that much right now," he told you. "Does that sound probable to you?"

You hadn't considered that. "Yes, Daddy." You finished your second slice of pizza and looked up at him patiently.

"Would you like another?" he asked you. "I like watching you eat."

You nodded, eyes widening as he handed you the box again. "This is really good pizza, Daddy. Where did you order from?" you asked, grabbing another slice.

"The restaurant across the street from where I'm taking you to see a Broadway show this weekend," he answered you. "Can you guess which one?"

You gasped excitedly. It wasn't uncommon for Harry to take you to see shows ever since he realized you liked them. Still, this was a very welcome surprise.

"I don't want to guess incorrectly..." you trailed, pursing your lips.

"Well, which is the one you told me you'd really like to see?" he asked.

"Is it... Is it The Music Man with Hugh Jackman?" you asked hopefully, knowing you'd mentioned it to him casually last week.

"That's right. We've got seats in the center orchestra for Saturday's matinee," he informed you. "I can point out the pizza joint to you when we arrive," he added.

"Oh, I'm so excited, Daddy. Thank you so, so much. I really wanted to see it, and I know you probably went through a lot of trouble to find the tickets. Thank you a million times over, I mean it," you said.

"Of course. Of course I got them for you, baby. I know you like to see the shows," he told you. "And I know you're a very busy girl, but I was wondering if you'd also be interested in going to lunch and shopping beforehand," he said. "We've both been busy lately, no?"

"We went shopping last weekend," you reminded him, a glint in your eye at the mention of the activity.

"Yes, I remember. I only realize now that you were unable to buy yourself nice things for a while because you were helping your friend, and that's not fair. I suppose we could go on Saturday to make up for some of it. How does that sound?" he asked you. "I know you liked some of those dresses that you passed on before."

The dresses he was mentioning were very similar in design to the one you wore tonight. You decided only to buy this one because you'd liked it best.

You shook your head. "You didn't like them, though."

"No?" he asked you, confused. "The ones with the little straps? Very cute, Y/N. You look so pretty with the neckline like that. I really rather did like them."

You frowned. "Daddy," you said slowly, "I wore that same silhouette tonight. You said it was slutty and that was why the receptionist was rude to me. I don't want you to buy something for me that you don't like me to wear. If you think I look cheap--"

"Baby," he said, frowning. "I didn't really mean those things. You think I think that of you?" he asked.

"Well, why else would I be stopped any time I come to meet you in a fancy place?" you asked him.

"Because, Y/N, I've told you. You can't just walk into these places, you need a reservation. It's the receptionist's job to make sure only the right people enter the dining room," he explained.

Your face fell. "But you said--"

"I know," he interrupted you. "I know, and... When I say those things to you, I don't mean them, Y/N. I don't... You honestly thought all this time that they were mistaking you for a prostitute from the street?" he asked you.

"That's what you always tell me," you said softly. "You told me that the first time we ever went out together, that the receptionist thought I was a whore."

"I was just... I was just being dirty," he told you. "I was just making you riled up for later."

"Well, it worked," you mumbled. "Can I call you by your real name? I know we're in the bedroom, but you're calling me Y/N," you said. "It's not to punish me, is it?"

"No, not at all. I'm... I'm being serious right now, dear." He paused. "Yes, call me Harry."

"Okay. Thank you," you said back quietly.

He took a deep breath. "Y/N, I thought you knew better to not take the things I say to you in here personally."

You shrugged. "I usually don't. But sometimes you don't say them in here and I feel different about that. That first time you told me that I... That I looked like a prostitute, we were in your car and I remember being so embarrassed that the driver heard you talk that way about me. Sometimes... The way you looked at me today in the restaurant, like you were ashamed of me, and you talked about punishing me while there were people sitting near us... Sometimes I really do think you might think of me as stupid, or a slut," you said.

"Never," he contradicted. "Never, never, never. Would you rather I not call you those things anymore?"

"It's not really up to me to decide," you said.

He shook his head, kneeling down to you then, which you found odd. "No, it is. If something makes you upset, or you'd rather I not--"

"I like for you to punish me, Daddy, that's not--"

"Harry," he interrupted you. "Would you rather I no longer call you those things outside of our special time together?" he asked you.

"I think I would rather it be that way, but I know you like to be mean to me. I don't... I don't want to impose--"

"I'd rather stop doing something I like if it makes you feel bad about yourself," he said. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I thought you knew that you were my special girl, my very favorite."

You rolled your eyes at that, laughing a bit.

"No, don't laugh. What's funny about that?" he asked you. "You know I think you're smart and beautiful and kind, don't you?"

"I thought you might," you said a little flirtatiously. "I just... Harry, I know you mostly like the sex. I mean, that's what we're doing here, right?" you asked. 

Sex for money. And shoes and purses and dresses and tuition.

You hated to look at it that way when what you had with Harry was so much more to you.

It killed you to humble yourself and realize that that's what he saw it as. 

Didn't he?

He cleared his throat. "It might be, but... I'd never want you to think that I regard you as anything less than... Than wonderful, Y/N. Would you like to know the truth?" he asked you.

You were confused at that. "What's that?"

"How special you are to me," he replied. "Come sit at the top of the bed. Let's chat awhile. I know you should get to bed soon. Are you full and happy?" he asked you.

"Yes," you said.

"Then you'll sleep here tonight where I can watch over you," he decided. "When is your first class tomorrow?"

"Noon," you said.

"Perfect. So you'll sleep late, we'll order breakfast, and I can pay you some attention, hm?" he asked, moving to the top of the bed and sitting there waiting for you. You joined him, putting your legs under the covers.

"Don't you have work tomorrow?" you asked him, offering him the covers as well.

He awkwardly joined you beneath them. "I haven't treated you properly in some time, apparently, so I can say I'll be coming in late and give you a little spoiling. What if Daddy gave you his credit card for the afternoon, hm? Would that be good?" he asked you.

Your eyes widened and you nodded. Instinctually, you sat on your knees and began rubbing his chest. "Daddy--"

He grabbed your wrist. "Not now, baby. I said we should talk, yes? Don't you think so?" he asked you.

You looked back at him, so serious and genuine. You resumed your former position, but couldn't help keeping your hand on his chest. "Okay."

He nodded curtly. "All right. There's something I need you to understand." He paused and you maintained eye contact with him. "When I first met you, that was a year ago now, yes? Innocent baby, weren't you?" he asked. "In that tight dress at the alumni event, those big doe eyes blinking at me..."

You were a virgin when you met him, and he'd never know that.

You nodded, remembering.

"All right, but you were just as smart. So I imagine you know that when I first began seeing you, I had other girls." His eyes flickered at that, almost in shame.

"I know, Harry. And that's fine. We never promised anything to each other, and I understood what I was doing," you said.

"Well, six months into my time with you, I let them all go and began seeing you exclusively. You haven't seen panties that aren't yours around here in quite some time, isn't that right?" he asked you.

You'd thought that his other girls had lessened in number, but you weren't positive it'd dropped to zero. And you had no idea it had been that early into seeing him.

"No. But you still go on vacation and--"

"I know," he said softly. "I know, and... I have my fun when I'm away," he said lowly, "but... Here in New York, you're my only girl. And it's because I have never in my life met anyone like you. You're adorable, Y/N. You're the best thing--" he cut himself off before he embarrassed himself. "You're very, very special, and I don't think anyone could be better for me. You've learned how to behave in bed with me, you listen very well, and you always make me proud. You're loving, and kind, and so... so endearing. And you've fulfilled every need I wanted in someone I hire, so I let everyone else in the city go." He looked at you as though that was a really big deal to him.

You didn't know how to reply. Harry didn't owe exclusivity to you. 

He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "So... I just want you to know that I would never just fire you, and I obviously think very highly of you. And I've... Over the course of the time we've known each other, I've come to see you as a friend, a good friend. So... So I'd never want to make you insecure or sad, or hurt you at all, okay?" he asked, his voice soft. "I really... I appreciate you, Y/N. You mean a lot to me." His face was pale with how nervous he appeared to be to say those words, as though they were top-secret.

Thinking back on how shocked you were when he apologized to you earlier, you imagined that he probably felt extremely awkward or even stupid to be telling you this.

You smiled, your heart soaring. Not only did you know how hard it must have been for him to say the words, they meant everything to you.

But you were trained not to react around him.

You nodded. "Thank you, Harry. You mean a lot to me as well. You... I don't think I could live in New York without you," you said, trying to return his gesture without crossing one of his many invisible boundaries. 

His face fell, his eyes glancing down uncomfortably. "I know it's expensive," he said solemnly.

"No," you said, shaking your head, and he looked back up at you. "No, not for that reason. I meant... You just make living here so much more exciting with all the things you take me to do, and I... I feel safe. I know that if I need help, or if a professor botches my grade or if I can't get the reservation I need for a philanthropy event, that you're a phone call away. It's comforting, you know? Not necessarily that you're powerful, but that you care for me," you said. You quickly cleared your throat and corrected yourself. "Not that you care for me--"

"No, I do. I care for you," he said quietly.

"I care for you, too," you said, only you didn't lower your voice to match his. You weren't ashamed to say it. "I hope you know it. I can't really shower you with expensive things as you do for me, but... I try to show you I care."

"And you do. You're real good for me, baby," he told you, and of course he couldn't be serious for so long. "Are you ready for bed, little one?" he asked, signaling that the time for Harry was over. 

"Yes, Daddy," you replied.

He nodded. "All right. Goodnight, then, baby." He moved away from you on the bed and faced away from you on his side.

You stared at him a second. "Goodnight, Daddy." - The next morning, you woke up to the sound of him showering. You thought perhaps you should go in and join him, but after last night, you really didn't feel much like it. 

It was funny, but not really. You always found yourself frustrated that Harry was so stoic with you. You didn't know how long you ached to have a serious conversation about the nature of your relationship with him. But now that you had, you realized it solved virtually nothing, and you felt strange. You were even more uncertain. 

More than anything, you still felt you were walking on eggshells, confused on what to say and what not to. He set all of the boundaries between you two, and got very upset if they were crossed. He didn't communicate or specify any of those boundaries to you, though, and that was the issue. 

He shut the water off and you contemplated pretending to still be asleep. Would he be upset with you for not joining him in the shower and initiating such an obvious sexy surprise?

You didn't have time to wonder. He opened the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around his waist and found you sitting up in bed. 

"Oh, baby, you're up," he said. "I didn't mean to wake you. The shower usually doesn't."

"It's okay. Good morning, Daddy," you replied.

He smiled at you. "You know, perhaps we should have you wear Daddy's clothes more often. You look quite cute, just how I like you to." He joined you on the bed and stroked your hair. 

"Don't think I forgot my promise yesterday. How do you want it, princess?"

"Aren't we meant to have breakfast?" you mumbled.

He frowned. "I thought I could have some of you first. How's that sound?" 

You hadn't realized he wanted to lick you down. Still, you realized, you didn't want it. You weren't in the mood for sex.

"What's wrong, baby girl?" he asked when you didn't reply. "Hm? Tell Daddy what you want, then."

Your faces were so close, and you were staring at his lips. You thought he might know what you were thinking. You should just say it.

"A kiss."

He froze.

Timid yet bold, you leaned forward and put your lips on his for just a second. "Like that, Daddy. See? We can just... Let's just kiss a moment. I promise it can be sexy," you drawled. You knew that you needed to use your baby voice to pull this off. 

You kissed him again and this time he received it much better, kissing you back. "Mm, Daddy," you moaned, unaware how much you were craving this until it happened. You pushed your tongue into his mouth and that's when he pulled away.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, his eyes angry, scorned.

"Kissing you," you said softly. "When you did it last night--"

He stood up from the bed. "That was a mistake. Congratulations, now neither of us are in the mood."

You scoffed. "What, it's only a problem when you don't want sex?" you asked. That wasn't what he seemed to think last night.

"If you want your check, yes," he snapped.

Tears flooded your eyes as you sat there motionless. You couldn't move. You were in shock.

"Perhaps we should go out for breakfast. I wouldn't mind a blowjob in a bathroom stall."

He didn't mean that. He always made idiotic threats when he was angry, but the statement still insulted you.

He dropped his towel and opened his closet, picking out a suit and taking it off the hanger. Watching him get dressed, the anger inside you ignited and spread.

"I can tell you want to make a stupid objection, so make it," he said, buttoning his dress shirt.

"You mark me up with big purple bruises all down my neck. What is the difference if I would like to kiss you?" you fired off.

"The difference?" he questioned, raising his voice, and you looked down at the comforter in fear. "The difference is ten grand a month, Y/N. I do with you what I please, and I don't have any interest wasting my time with kisses for your sentiments. And don't think I don't mean it about the bathroom stall. You'll gag until you puke, do you hear me?" he screamed.

"I'm not going to breakfast," you gravely announced. 

When did you begin to cry? You blinked tears away, but it was no use.

"Yes you are because you've been awfully bad and it's your punishment. I want everyone in the restaurant to see your hair all matted at the back of your head after I force myself down your throat. You're going to take all of me from start to finish. Only then will you get your money for your friend."

Gina. She needed you.

You finally looked up at him, tears flowing down your face now. "Fine. I'll get ready." - Your car ride to the restaurant was dreadfully silent. You wished you were anywhere else, that the date was over, that the blowjob was over at the very least.

You were wearing a negligee with his dress jacket over it, a pair of stockings, and four-inch heels. Harry only kept especially scandalous clothes for you at his penthouse. Almost always, when you needed clothes for the next morning, it was because he fucked you the night before. And the next day, he liked for you to embarrass yourself over him; wear lingerie and hang on his arm in public.

You went inside the restaurant and you saw him immediately clock the bathroom in the far back. His hand rested at the small of your back as the waitress showed you your table, letting you know he meant what he said in the bedroom.

When you sat down, the waitress told you the breakfast specials and disappeared. As she walked away, you couldn't believe it. Your con law professor from last semester was sitting across the floor from you. You hoped to God she had the sense not to approach you when you were wearing a nightie sitting across from a man ten years your elder.

"Something wrong, baby?" he asked as he flipped through his menu.

"Nothing."

"What's my name?" 

You reddened. What if she heard you? Or maybe not this time, but one of the undoubted hundred times he was going to expect you to say it while you sat here?

He looked up at you. "Tell me. Now."

"Please. Please not here," you said softly. "We can... We can go back into the bathroom right now, whatever you want. Just not here." You chewed at the skin on your lip trying to force tears to stay in your eyes.

He looked back at you for a second before he cleared his throat, straightening his posture and sitting back in his chair. "Last night, you mentioned that you're doing research this semester. How's that going?" he asked you.

You blinked.

"Y/N, did you hear me?"

Y/N.

"Yes, I did. It's going okay," you said, confused but thankful. "I only wish we had more time. My research advisor goes on sabbatical next semester."

"That's a shame. I'm sure you'll do great, though," he said. He took a sip of water that was at your table when you arrived. "Are you presenting your findings? I'd love to come see."

"I am, actually. It's some time next month, I'll let you know," you said.

He shook his head. "They never give you proper time to study for your finals, damned school," he said. "You poor thing, you work yourself far too thin, babe."

"I'll manage," you said softly.

He looked up at you. "No, I know you will. You always do. Just... I hate for you to be overworked, my poor baby," he moped.

You sighed. His mood swings were exhausting, disorienting even.

"What?"

"What do you want me to say to that? And can we just go back now? The longer we wait, I'm not going to be able to eat anything when they bring it out," you said, frustrated.

His face fell, shame written all over him. "We aren't going back, Y/N. It's fine."

You rolled your eyes. 

"What? You didn't want to, did y--"

"No, I didn't want to, Harry, but I really wish you wouldn't have been such a prat this morning, then," you asserted. "Do you ever think before you speak to me, or is that a luxury I just don't get between us? Along with knowing where the fuck your head is at?"

His features turned to stone under the weight of your words. You couldn't believe it; you'd finally snapped.

You thought he might yell at you in front of this entire restaurant, your professor included, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care. At least you finally stood up for yourself. Instead, he reached into his suit pocket, and you furrowed your brow as he got out his wallet and set his credit card on the table.

"I promised you this. Return it when I see you next. Spend whatever you like, I don't care," he said, standing from the table.

You blinked, utterly dumbfounded. You had a million questions, and you asked precisely the wrong one.

"Will you send me the money for Gina?" 

"Yes. Goodbye," he said curtly, walking out of the restaurant, leaving you both dateless and clueless. - "Back from time with Daddy?" Gina asked when you came into your dorm clad in the classic baby girl ensemble.

"Yes, and he's sending me money for you, so I shouldn't hear it," you replied, a sour taste in your mouth after your lonely breakfast.

Gina didn't answer, going back to writing her notes.

You sighed. "I'm sorry," you said. "I'm sorry, I'm glad to be helping you. He was just difficult today. He left me alone at breakfast."

Gina frowned. "That's unusual. Did he give a reason why?" she asked.

"No," you said, taking off his suit jacket and draping it on your chair. "Well... We had an argument," you elaborated.

"An argument? Between a sugar daddy and a sugar baby? What's that even like?" 

You looked at the jacket a second more before you realized you couldn't anymore and hung it up in your closet so you could shut the door on it. You planned to do the same with your whole outfit. 

"I wish I could tell you," you said. "I'm so confused, I... He needs to figure out what he wants from me; that's what it is." You shook your head in disapproval.

"Seems complicated," Gina said softly, and you didn't want her to worry about you. Her circumstance was out of her control, and she had no obligation to stress over your situation with Harry.

So you pulled his credit card out of his jacket pocket. "Whatever. What really matters is that he gave me this." You twisted the card in your hand so that it sparkled in the sunlight from the window. "Black card."

Gina's eyes widened. "Holy shit. That's like--"

"I know. Let's ditch lecture. Where are we going?" - You waited for Gina as she tried on a skirt in a dressing room in Saks. 

"Are you sure I can buy this?" she asked.

"Yes, he won't know the difference, I promise," you told her. Money meant literally nothing to Harry. One skirt for Gina wasn't going to matter. You had three dresses and a pair of shoes on hold at the register.

Gina emerged from the dressing room and twirled. "What do you think? Date party?" she asked. "Dylan from Phi Gam is taking me, and he's rich, so this could work."

You nodded. "Sure. What with it?" you asked.

She frowned, looking down at the skirt. "Ah, I don't know. I have that black tank top--"

"That one would not work," you told her. "It won't look right with that skirt."

"I know," she said, sighing. 

"There's that black tank top at the front of the store. That would look nice," you told her. "Get that and I'll lend you my Choos and you'll be set for rich Dylan."

She looked at you, nearly scandalized. "That's like another three hundred dollars!"

You shook your head. "He won't care. I promise, Gina, really," you said. "He let me have the card for a reason."

She looked at you in the mirror. "Fine. I get the tank top, and you finally give David from Delt a chance."

You rolled your eyes. "Nev--"

"Y/N, he is cute! And he likes you," she said. "Doesn't it get boring coming to date parties all alone?"

"I don't have time for him," you said. You really felt it unfair to entertain boys from school when Harry essentially fulfilled the role of boyfriend in your life.

"You don't have time to bring him to the party? You'll be there anyways," she insisted.

After your fight with Harry today, the idea of spending an evening with another man sounded somewhat enjoyable for the first time in a year. You sighed. "Fine. Fine, I'll do it. I'll text him and ask," you said.

She smiled. "At long last." - Harry called you the next day while you were studying in the library.

"Hello?" you answered.

"Y/N," he said.

"That's me," you replied, marking a figure in your textbook with a post-it. 

He cleared his throat. He did it when he was nervous. "What are you doing Friday night?"

"Friday night? I have a date party for my sorority."

"You've bailed on them before for me," he replied instantly, which was true.

But you had a date to keep with David now.

"I have a date this time," you said softly. Why did this feel wrong?

"A date?" he asked.

"Yes. A date to a date party," you said firmly then. "He's from a fraternity on campus."

"Y/N, I've told you that the fraternities at that school do not--"

"Harry, you don't want me dating anyone, but that's not really in your control, is it?" you asked. 

He paused. "It's not that I don't want you dating anyone--"

"Well, I've heard you trash just about every male organization I bring up to you, from the sports teams to the social clubs, so I don't know," you said. This was new for you. You never spoke to him so candidly or with such attitude until yesterday. Your breakfast breakthrough apparently gave you a lot more confidence with him.

"Fine. You can't make it Friday?" he asked.

"No, I can't. That's tomorrow night, isn't it? The week is going by quickly," you said.

"Yes, it is," he said. "When am I meant to get my credit card back then?"

"Aren't we going to the show Saturday?" 

"Yes, only I was hoping to see you before then," he said. "I think we need to have another conversation."

You felt your textbook's pages over and over. "We do," you said, "and we can on Saturday. I promise. How's that?"

He didn't reply a second, uncomfortable yielding to your suggestion when usually it went the other way around between you both. "Fine. We'll talk on Saturday."

"Sounds good."

There was silence on both of your lines until you spoke up. "Anything else?"

"No, goodbye," he said and hung up.

You stared at your phone. What was going on with him? - Gina gave you a pitying look before leaving your dorm with Dylan. David was supposed to meet you half an hour before Dylan was coming to get her.

She shut the door behind her and you screwed your eyes shut. This was so humiliating. You finally gave this boy a chance, and he was blowing it.

That was his issue, he was a boy. 

Harry was never late. He expected you to be on time as well. He was a man, a real man.

You went on Snapchat, bored, only to find that David posted a video of him playing pong against a girl in a tube top in a rainbow-lit room.

Motherfucker.

You growled, throwing yourself on the bed. You couldn't go to the date party now. Everyone would only ask where David was when they could just look at his Snapchat and see him bailing on you.

To think you gave up a night with Harry for this.

Thirty-three minutes into feeling bad for yourself, your phone rang. 

Harry Styles.

You answered it, sitting up on the bed. "Hello?"

"Y/N, can you come downstairs?"

"What?"

He sighed. "I'm... I'm in the lobby of your dorm, and the security is giving me a hard time."

You couldn't help but smile. This had to be so embarrassing for him. He always nagged you about how gross it was to live in a dorm, how he could put you up in an apartment if you wanted. 

But he came here for you.

"I'll come right down," you told him.

"Ah, fuck. I'm not interfering with your date, am I? Are you getting ready?"

You shut your eyes a second. "No, um... It's canceled, actually."

He paused. "Did you ever have a date?" he asked you.

"Yes, Harry, I had one," you snapped.

"All right, sorry. I'll... I'll see you in a minute?"

"Yeah, I'm coming. Bye." You hung up the phone and put your feet in your dorm slippers before heading downstairs. - In the lobby, Harry was standing at the front desk, his hands in his pockets. He looked relieved to see you.

"Hi, I'm Y/N Y/L/N, I live here on the eighth floor," you greeted the campus security as you took your place next to him. "This is Harry Styles. He's... He's my friend," you said, glancing over at him and smiling to prove your familiarity. "Can he come up?"

The security guard looked the two of you up and down for a second before he relented. "Sign in, and sign out when you leave."

It was funny to watch Harry initial the sign-in sheet of your dorm, knowing he signed important documents all day.

You silently retreated over to the elevator.

Harry spoke up once you were inside and the doors had shut. "No date?" he asked. "How come? Are you tired?"

"No."

"Then--"

"He stood me up, Harry. Christ."

You saw his face fall in the steely reflection of the elevator door. It took him a few seconds to respond. "Y/N... I'm sorry, hon."

"You're not." You could definitely tell he was. You were just embarrassed.

"No, I--"

"Just leave it alone, okay?" you asked. You turned to face him then. "Why are you here?" 

He took a deep breath, and the elevator doors opened.

You exited the elevator, him following behind you. 

It was like going up to his penthouse, you realized. Only this was a New York City dormitory.

You opened your door and let yourselves in. You turned around to face him again, liking the look of him in your room. You supposed you'd like the look of him anywhere, but still.

"We should talk," he said. "I... I didn't want to wait until Saturday. I thought your date would be later, but I wasn't... I don't know what I was thinking."

"It doesn't matter anyway," you said. You lamely nodded over to your dorm desk. "You can sit if you'd like."

He looked at the chestnut standardized desk as though he wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole. "No thanks," he said politely. He took off his suit jacket and draped it on the chair.

You felt silly not having a place for him to sit.

"My bed, maybe," you said.

He shrugged.

So you hoisted yourself onto your bed and watched as he followed behind you, concealing your smile as you watched one of the city's richest men climb onto a twin XL.

You sat staring across the bed at each other until he spoke up.

"I'm so sorry," he told you. "How I acted on Wednesday... It was unacceptable."

"It's fine."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "No, it's not. I should have let you leave when you said you didn't want to go to breakfast. And I..." he swallowed, his features softening, "I threatened you, made you think I'd... I'd hurt you when--"

"Not hurt me--"

"Yes, hurt you. I'm sorry. I would never make you do something... I've... Have I ever made you do something you didn't want to?" he asked you. "I know I was upset Wednesday, and I was harsh, but... I hope you know I'd never make you do anything," he said. His eyes adjusted nervously. "Have I ever?"

"No," you said. "Never. We... We took it slow in the beginning, and I feel fine," you said.

He shut his eyes. "And that shit I said... That comment that I made about ten grand being--"

"You always say things you don't mea--"

"I just shouldn't fucking say them," he cut you off. "I should never say that to you. That was out of line, and so far from how... How I feel," he said.

You nodded. "I know. You keep me safe. I didn't... It's not that I didn't feel comfortable... Doing that in the bathroom, it's just that I didn't want to. I was upset."

"I know. And if you don't want to, we shouldn't," he told you. "Have you ever felt that way before?" he asked you again.

You shook your head. "No. No... Tuesday and Wednesday were... I was just... I was upset over my paper, and then our date didn't go well, and then we fought on Wednesday and I just... I've never felt that way with you before then, no," you said.

"Promise?"

"Promise, Harry." You nodded. "I've never been scared. I just thought... At the restaurant, I just wanted to get it over with, is all. I knew that if I really couldn't do it, you wouldn't make me."

"You know you can tell me no?" he asked.

"Mhm."

He pulled you close to him then, your head nuzzled into his shirt. "All right, then, baby. That's good. I'm sorry, princess. I've been so unfair to you, haven't I?"

You sighed, shutting your eyes.

"But I know what might help make it better," he murmured, his lips against your hair.

Your heart fluttered. Almost a kiss. Almost a kiss on your head.

Could he...?

"Look at me, little one."

You eagerly yet nervously untucked your head from his and faced him.

He smiled, leaning into you and kissing you.

Instantly, you moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Daddy--"

"Lay back. Need your taste," he told you between kisses.

You didn't, though. You stayed sitting upright, feeling his kiss. You embraced each one knowing it could be your last.

"Sh, sh, calm--" he began.

"Harry--"

"I'm right here," he told you. He kissed you again, and you squeezed his shoulders. "Sh, gonna keep kissing you. Don't worry."

You frowned. "Even after ton--"

He chuckled. "Yes, all the time. Lay back," he said, smiling. "Lay back, and I mean it," he followed up solemnly then, making you know he wouldn't refrain from punishing you if that's what you deserved.

You laid back onto your bed and he instantly followed you down, resuming your makeout session. "Daddy, I love your kisses," you mumbled between them. You still couldn't believe what you were experiencing, his lips on yours, so passionate and dare you say, loving. "Mm--"

"Sh, sh," he hushed you, beginning to grope your breasts then and moving to mark your neck. "I like to kiss you just like this," he said as he suckled. It didn't take him long to remove your skirt and throw it off your bed, your bare legs hitching at his waist.

He returned to your face and kissed you once more. "I know someplace," he pecked you again, "you really like my kiss. Hm? Hm, little g--"

"Please just give it to me," you cut him off, making him widen his eyes in surprise.

"Babe--"

"No," you said. "No, we can... Just... Fuck me, Harry. Don't hold back, I want it rough. Just fuck me and kiss me."

He smirked. "Am I that good for you, baby?"

"You know you are," you said quietly. 

He brought his hand to stroke your face. You smiled, basking in his gaze, his touch, his admiration. "You want me to kiss you while we...?" he clarified.

You nodded. "More than anything." He looked at you a second longer before he nodded and kissed you on the forehead, making you hum in contentment and rub his clothed chest. At that noise, he kissed your entire face in random spots while he undid his suit pants, and you were glowing. You couldn't imagine ever growing tired of kissing him.

"Birth control?" he whispered in between kisses as he pulled down his boxers.

You nodded. "Took it at lunch." You always took your pill at lunch now because Harry took you to dinner so often. He usually never asked you if you took it, but you also usually were never intimate like this.

"Are you hard?" you asked, reaching down to feel him and pump him a few times, but he stopped you by grabbing your hand.

"'m fine," he mumbled against your lips, ripping your panties down and pushing into you without warning.

You gasped, your head being pushed further into the pillow beneath it. He laughed under his breath before thrusting into you, again without any preparation.

You cried out along with the consistent creaking of your dormitory bed. Somehow, you didn't think they were made to withstand this kind of sex.

"Said not to hold back," he said. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. His lips still brushed yours.

"Kiss," you cried. 

"What's my name?" Thrust. Thrust. Your hips slowly adjusted to his ruthlessness and began to meet his.

"Daddy, kiss--" He merged your lips then, and though it may have slowed his pace, you didn't mind. In fact, you were thrilled. You couldn't decide where to focus, on your nearly bruised lips or the pulse of pleasure between your legs. He was feeding it all to you each time, your legs flailing at his back, your fingers digging into his shirt.

You hoped to Christ your hall was already out partying. You were moaning maybe louder than you ever had, perhaps muffled by Harry's lips, but still.

This was a sound from deep in your subconscious, the animalistic reaction to indulging in the one secret desire you'd lusted after for almost a year now.

You both were moving together now, in synch and hitting your G spot every once in awhile.

"Daddy--"

"Y/N, baby--"

Your heart skipped a beat. Y/N. 

"Fuck, Y/N," he said.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," you chanted. "Harry, Harry, I'm almost--"

He bit your bottom lip between his teeth. It wasn't too painful, but just enough.

You were gone and he went with you.

He pulled out of you and buried his head in the pillow alongside yours.

Your hand came to caress his curls. "Harry," you said after a minute.

"Hm?"

"Look at me," you said softly. "Please, will you--"

He obliged, meeting your face with his and displaying pensive, sweet eyes. 

You smiled. "Can I..." you asked, shy.

"Hm? Anything you want, baby, after that."

You giggled a bit. "Kiss your face?" you completed your question. "Only like you did to me."

He nodded. "Go ahead."

You beamed, taking his face in your hands and kissing each handsome part of it. You were probably a minute into your diligent work when Harry interrupted you.

"You know," he said, "I'm not your boyfriend."

You quirked your brow at him. "I know," you said. "You're my Daddy."

He smirked at that and you returned to kissing him some more.

Your phone buzzed from your window ledge behind you.

"Who's that?" he asked.

"Dunno," you replied, now simply staring at him.

He grumbled, grabbing the phone from behind you and handing it to you. "There."

You unlocked your phone and gaped.

"I came by your dorm to bring you to the party but you sounded busy" David messaged.

"What?" Harry asked.

You laughed because you didn't know how else to react, and it was funny. You turned the phone around and showed Harry the screen.

"Dick," he muttered. "He's never heard a woman that aroused, let me assure you of--"

You cut him off with a kiss, something you knew you were going to be doing a lot. "Think he heard me call you Daddy?" 

"I think the whole dorm did," he mumbled, moving to suck on your earlobe before you could be embarrassed. "Tell me," he began, "did he think he was going to take you out after arriving so late?"

"I suppose."

"How late was he?"

You checked the time on your phone again, squirming beneath his attentions. "Nearly two hours. And he posted another girl like an hour ago."

"I'll teach him a lesson."

You laughed. "No, you won't. It's stupid anyway, Harry. This is why I spend my time with you."

He faced you and kissed your nose. "You ought to stop saying things like that."

"Things like what?"

"Things that confuse what we are," he said.

You nodded solemnly.

He kissed your cheek. "What do you want to be?" he asked you then, shocking you.

But you couldn't answer truthfully. What were you supposed to do, tell him about your childish fantasies of marrying him à la Carrie Bradshaw and Mr. Big?

So you thought on it before you realized the perfect reply. "Your favorite girl," you said. He called you it occasionally. It was definitely amongst your favorite of his nicknames, so sentimental in your mind.

He smiled at you, a twinkle in his eye that you especially liked. "You're already there."

[baocean]

Okay I have a blurb idea them moving in together but also maybe them finally having sex for the first time in the apartment they share or house if you feel comfortable if not then just them moving in together

the kitchen smelled like fresh paint and takeout food, the result of a long day unpacking.

your friends were taking up any space available on the couch and arm chairs, as you stood in the kitchen.

noah, sarah and john's three year old, was sat on the kitchen counter in front of you as you slyly handed him another oreo, one of the only foods jj packed before the move.

"busted." jj catches your attention from the doorway, leaning against it as he smiles.

you turn back to noah, a fake look of shock painting your features as the little boy giggles through a mouth full of cookie.

he stepped closer, his arms coming around your middle and letting his head fall to your shoulder.

"how many of these have you had today?" jj lifts another oreo towards noah. just as his little hands come to grab it, jj pulls back and pops the entire thing into his mouth.

"too many. but he keeps asking and i can't say no." you say, turning your head ever so slightly to meet him for a kiss.

"i'm gonna have to play bad parent one day, i just know it." jj shakes his head, before smiling when he sees the look on your face.

you'd never talked about having kids with jj, it was always sort of implied. it never got old, the feeling when jj reassured you he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

"is he eating oreos? yn!" sarah scolds from across the room, jj flying away from you.

"now you're really busted. let's get out of here, kid." in one swift motion, jj picked noah off the counter and set him back down on the floor, grabbing his arm to run out of the kitchen.

you're laughing when jj turns to look over his shoulder at you, grinning so big it makes your heart hurt.

it’s sometime past midnight when the house finally settles. the only sounds now are the hum of the fridge and the low rustle of blankets as you and jj lay in bed, tangled in each other.

your muscles ache in the best way, worn out from a day full of lifting, laughing, and life. the mattress is still too firm, the sheets smell like the cardboard boxes they came out of, and yet, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

jj’s on his side, facing you, one hand lazily tracing patterns on your stomach under the hem of your shirt. his hair is still a little messy from earlier, a rogue piece falling into his eyes.

you reach over and smooth it back, fingers curling into his hair just to keep touching him.

“this doesn’t feel real yet,” you whisper, your voice quiet in the darkness. “it’s like…we played house all day. and now we’re just waiting for the grown-ups to come home and tell us we made a mess.”

jj smiles at that, tired and soft and so deeply him. “except we are the grown-ups now,” he says. “terrifying, right?”

you let out a little laugh, nose scrunching as you nod.

he watches you for a second. then, more serious, more real, he says, “but if i’m gonna screw up adulthood with anyone, i’m glad it’s you.”

"jj. dont say things like that, were not gonna screw up."

"definitely not with your detailed, color coded lists for every situation were in." he smiles, brushing his thumb gently along your cheekbone, "i love you."

you smile, because it’s the easiest thing in the world to do when he’s looking at you like that.

“i love you too,” you whisper, kissing him slow, like you’ve got forever. because you do.

and when the kiss deepens and he pulls you closer, closer than close, you know there’s no need to rush. this is just the first night of the rest of your life.

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U don't gotta do this ask, but like this is just an AU for WB!reader that i think is really funny.

Like imagine this:

Let's say WB!reader is an African. Like born and raised (I'm an African myself) and like when him and his ma move back to America and end up back with the Batfam gets flabbergasted by the culture differences.

Like calling ur parents/guardian by their actual name (cuz in Africa you'd be dead before u even say anything)

That most food that is considered savory is actually sweet?? (where I come from pies are mostly savory rather than sweet)

Openly cursing/disobeying infront of elders and not getting ur shit rocked

Struggling with English sometimes since it's not their first language/ cursing them out in said language

It's just some funny things I thought about but u don't need to do it if u don't wanna.

(My English isn't englishing I'm sorry 🥲)

- 🦙 anon

SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER BUT I GOT IT!!!!

I feel like this is literally vodou!reader!!!

The culture shock Voodoo reader experiences coming to Gotham is absolutely insane. It feels like she came straight from the island into an American city, and it's kind of hard to deal with. When she was picked up from the airport and put into the longest limo known to man, she was confused as to why there wasn't a motorcycle or a van waiting for her—usually, that's the transportation back home. Now that she has realized the only things available to her are taxis and Ubers, she finds it quite confusing. I mean, you can call a motorcycle man on the fly, but now you have to get an app for transportation, and she really doesn't know what's going on.

Another thing that absolutely confused her is the butler. I mean, yes, of course, they did have maids back in Haiti, but the reader and her mother didn't own one, so she has no clue how a butler works either. When dinner was finished, she was confused why everybody left their plates on the table and didn’t take them to Alfred to help him clean up the dishes. She's puzzled as to why no one is helping Alfred clean—like nobody! Bruce tells her it's his job, but there's no way this family is letting this feeble old man manage this mansion, I mean manor, from top to bottom. She starts helping whether they like it or not. Alfred tries to tell her that it's his job, but the girl has potatoes in her ears because she is not listening.

The thing is, she does not understand American metaphors. One time Dick said, "The devil is beating his wife," when it started raining, and she audibly gasped and hit him on the shoulder. Jason is getting road rage, yelling, "Did you see that? He just flipped me the bird!" Obviously confused, she wonders why someone would throw a bird at Jason. What shocks her even more is how they say Bruce's name out loud. If she ever called her mom by her name, the reader would have a gravestone over her head. When she comes from Dick, then Jason, then Tim, then almost everybody in the house, she's completely lost. Yes, they're adopted, but still, they should chill some! Only Damian calls Bruce "father," and even then, if the boy gets too mad, he's going straight to "Mr. Wayne." This is enough to put the reader in cardiac arrest, even if it wasn't said to her.

That's just the beginning. The boys are foul-mouthed. When she heard Duke and Tim cursing each other out while Bruce was in the same room, she wondered why the old man didn't take off his shoe and beat them yet. Jason is yelling and cursing at Bruce on the fly—do these kids have no discipline? She remembers letting one curse slip in front of her mother, and she had to go outside and pick a branch from a bush as punishment. All Bruce says is "language," as if they listen, and the reader almost faints. Cursing at the dinner table in front of Bruce? There are so many things that the bats don't do that the reader does, and the reader knows that the bats don't know about a washcloth. The reader makes an entire presentation about how washcloths are important—it's essential in every bathroom.

Once every Sunday, the reader likes to wake up early in the morning and clean. This is a Haitian ritual and routine: waking up to the sound of gospel music blaring in their ears as the reader cleans up the manor from head to toe. Before they can have breakfast, those boys better grab a mop and a broom and start cleaning now!

[theweewooshow]

I know you well (but you know me better)

bucktommy | 1k words

He can't fall asleep for an after-work nap because he’s still replaying the call in his head over and over—what they could have done differently to save everyone.

He knows it’s a pointless exercise—he found that out years ago—but sometimes he can’t help it. He knows they did everything they could do, but that doesn't stop his mind from endlessly searching for ways he could have been better.

Usually, around this time into his spiral, he’d have someone with him to distract him. If he was still at the firehouse, Hen would have pulled him upstairs to challenge him with some video game he’s bound to lose or Bobby would have guided him to the kitchen under the guise of helping him cook so he could talk about what part of the call was bothering him and could reassure him there was nothing more he could have done.

At home, he has Tommy now to help keep his mind from getting stuck on replaying calls. He tries to shut it off at home, but every now and then he can’t help it, and with Tommy still at work right now, his mind has nowhere to go except back to that scene, back to his failure to save someone.

It’s another half hour of tossing and turning and pressing his face into Tommy’s pillow for comfort before he gets a text from Tommy.

His relief is stark, seeing his name pop up on his phone, but he frowns when he reads the message.

Back at Harbor. I have to make a stop before I get home.

He feels petulant and a little childish, wanting to text back and ask him to come home now, that he needs him now, but he doesn't.

He just texts back I love you and Tommy immediately returns the sentiment.

He soothes himself by wrapping the blankets tighter around himself, pretending it’s Tommy wrapping him up in his arms, the smell of his aftershave and shampoo surrounding him as he buries his face in his pillow again.

It helps, knowing Tommy’s on his way home, even if he has to wait for him to be done running errands before he gets here.

He manages to doze a little while he’s waiting, his mind easing up on making him replay everything, the guilt settling into remorse because he knows he and everyone else did all they could.

He startles awake at the sound of the front door closing and he hops out of bed, ready to dive into Tommy's arms and shut out the rest of the world until he feels better.

He’s bounding down the stairs when Tommy calls up to him and he smiles, despite his awful mood.

Tommy’s boots are by the door, neatly placed in the spot next to Buck’s shoes on the shoe rack. Something warm blossoms in his chest seeing them there together. Seeing the evidence of the life they share together in Tommy’s—their—house, seeing his jacket hanging next to Tommy’s, their keys a jumbled mess in the bowl, it’s all so domestic.

He heads into the living room when he doesn't immediately see Tommy in the entryway, and stops short when he crosses the threshold into the room.

Because Tommy is holding something—something that is wiggling and squirming in his arms.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Tommy says, looking up at him, nose crinkling as he smiles at him.

“Uh, hi,” he says. He walks slowly forward. “What’s going on?”

“Remember when we were volunteering a couple weeks ago at the animal shelter and this one took a shining to you?” Tommy asks, holding up the calico that quite literally latched onto Buck and didn't let go the last time they went.

“I-I remember,” he says, stopping in front of Tommy and reaching out to stroke his hand over the calico’s soft fur. “Why is she here?” he asks, heart in his throat.

“You didn't stop talking about her for the rest of the week; did you know that?”

“I—yeah. She’s so cute and I was surprised no one had scooped her up yet,” Buck says, letting Tommy place her in his arms, the anxiety and guilt from earlier forgotten as she nuzzles under Buck's chin and purrs.

“Well, I called the shelter today and she was still available, so I adopted her,” Tommy says, looking nervous all of a sudden.

“She’s ours?” Buck asks, looking down at the cat in his arms.

“Yeah, if you want. I mean, I already paid the adoption fee and I have a truck full of supplies for her, but if you don’t want—“

“I do!” Buck says quickly. “I can't believe you adopted her.”

“Eddie texted me about what happened before I left for my last call. I felt so bad that I couldn't be here when you got back, so I figured if something like this happens again, you’d at least have her here to keep you company until I get back.”

Buck swallows around the lump in his throat and only has the presence of mind to set the cat down on the couch before he launches himself into Tommy’s arms, pressing his mouth against his, hoping to pour every bit of emotion he’s feeling into the kiss.

They break apart when the cat starts mewling and when Buck looks over, she’s kneading her paws into the blanket underneath her.

“Look at her. She’s already making biscuits, so she must feel right at home,” Buck says, leaning into Tommy’s side.

He feels Tommy’s chest move as he chuckles. “Just like her dad.”

“Is that a baking joke?” Buck asks, elbowing Tommy before he joins the cat on the couch. “Does she have a name?”

“Well, officially, her name is Kitty Kinard, but I'm sure we can change it if you want.”

“Kitty,” Buck says, petting her fur. Looking up at Tommy, he says, “Thank you.”

Tommy’s expression is full of love when he says, “Anything for you.”

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[icyg4l]

PAC: Your Upcoming Semester

hello beautiful people! alright so… i lied about not posting the other night. my bad!!! but i hope this makes up for it. i’ve been getting ready for school and i am so excited about this new transition. soon, i will make readings available for sale again. i also have an announcement to make regarding readings for sale soon as well! i hope you guys enjoy the reading! without further ado, please choose your pile!

top left-to-bottom right: (1-4)

pile one: mentally, you’re not prepared to be back in school. pile one, i’m not going to lie. it will take you a while to adjust to the new semester. this summer was definitely vacation time. you took the time off to just relax and do you, but it’s time to put in that work now. do you have your things together? are you registered? have you signed up for classes? if not, you need to do so! once you get the hang of this, i feel like the semester will fly by. i feel like some of you will get into arguments unfortunately. it could be over something small but don’t let it blow out of proportion. i heard “the future looks very promising”. you have to learn how to look on the bright side sometimes to avoid losing your mind. it’s best that you spend time learning a new language or skill. it’s also best that you get involved with the earth club if that’s something you’re interested. i thought of the everest college commercial lol (if you know, you know). don’t waste your time focusing on the small stuff. look at the bigger picture, pile one.

cards used: 7 of wands. 4 of swords. 10 of wands. 8 of swords. 3 of wands. the star. 8 of wands.

extra messages: petty arguments. solo. snooze button. cotton ball. coraline (2009). prove it. plea.

pile two: it feels like you are redeeming yourself, pile two. it feels like you failed your last semester or had the bare minimum grades to pass the last go around. but you don’t have to do anything to prove to anyone but yourself at the end of the day. there is a chance that you could be in front of the cameras during the semester. if you are interested in journalism, now is your chance to get involved. if you want to switch your major or join the broadcasting team, then go for it! you have to learn school-life balance. you have struggled with this in the past. know when you can handle something & know when to take your L, which brings me to another thing. this semester, you should know when to ask for help. if you need a tutor or extra help, you know where to find resources. use them! you cannot do everything by yourself. i see some type of celebration happening. if your birthday is in the first semester, happy early birthday! but this could also mean that you are celebrating a hard and long semester. take pride in your accomplishments because no one can take them away from you. maximize their importance! maximize your importance!

cards used: ten of swords. the hermit. 6 of discs. the emperor. 5 of swords. knight of swords. 4 of wands.

extra messages: vintage. playing cards. coolio. parlay. late night studying. destined to be. rewards. partial completion credit. i’ll take it. osmosis jones. snacking problem. cheez-its. love island voter. kiss me by sixpence.

pile three: this pile is for my people who desire to be in the healthcare industry. i think that this semester will fly by. you have always been on top of your game when it comes to school. you knew that you would do well before you even clicked on this reading. however, i think you will be putting more of an effort to get yourself out there. the dating scene will be improving for you to get in. someone will ask you out on a date. it feels like you’ve been waiting for this to happen. do not let this turn of events distract you from what really matters which is your educational endeavors. this is very specific, but if there is someone you date that is well-connected, utilize their connections to your benefit. make sure that you can get something out of all of your contacts. don’t just let people take up space in your life. this is definitely for my college babes, maybe high school seniors too. just be open to fun and don’t carry shame for wanting to have fun! you deserve to have a life too!

cards used: the tower, queen of wands, the high priestess, the empress, 9 of cups, prince of wands, the hermit, the emperor.

extra messages: veterinarian. crest toothpaste. toenail jam. worms. marine biologist. dental work. boogeyman. letting your hair down. toes in the sand.

pile four: you have a lot of stuff on the line, pile four. there will be so many things available to you that weren’t before & it would be a shame if you didn’t take advantage of that. however, you do not want to do anything that would take away from your drive, finances, goals or educational career as a whole. there are lots of temptations coming up for you this semester. some of you could just be entering undergrad, perhaps grad school too. you will have a lot more control of your life than you did before. but with great power comes great responsibilities. your energy is similar to pile three in the sense that fun is on the way. but you have the tendency to overdo it. if you’re sexually active, then you need to not engage in sex too much. if you drink, then do not engage in drinking too much. it will become a distraction, and then eventually a problem. distinguish who is supposed to be in your life and who isn’t. you have a bit of naïveté about you. lastly, if you are asked to do something that sounds like it would be risky to your academic career/your life in general, DO NOT DO IT! it is not worth the irreparable damage. bending your morals will not work in your favor.

cards used: 9 of cups, death, the magician, 10 of swords, the moon.

extra messages: call home. out of bounds. melodrama (2017). record scratch. debrief. gaining pounds. life hacks. selenite. prozac. potty mouth.

[a-d-nox]

Hi,

I’m a new follower and I love your body of work ♥️

I would love to know more about.

Sappho (asteroid 80) & Aphrodite (1388) in relation to my chart.

Sappho is Retrograde at 2 degrees of Leo 10th house.

Out of sign conjunction with Aphrodite in Cancer at 29 degrees 9th house.

Trine Pluto at 0 degrees of Sagittarius 2nd house.

I’m currently thinking about taking my poetry seriously, I’d love to know more about retrograde Sappho and how the asteroids and planets are working together in my chart and what it could indicate.

Thank you!!

sappho (asteroid 80), what's her sign/degree, where she sits in a chart, and her aspects

after receiving quite a few asks and comments (reminder: @r3dmusk ) about sappho aspects and placements i decided to continue the series!

notice: this is a post about sexuality and is mature in content.

all of this is in my opinion. some of it you may be like how tf did she come up with this. my answer: intuition and experience with other people's charts that i have available to me. warning i can be harsh: please don't take everything i say as predestined, astrology is possible outcomes not guaranteed ones. plus let's not forget orbs matter, dominance matters, etc. it's never just sappho. this is just a starting place for when examining a single asteroid in an entire galaxy. take what resonates and leave what doesn't!

*all of these observations are based on a natal chart - solar return and persona charts will change all these observations because the context is different*

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signs/degrees

aries (1°, 13º, 25º): i feel like this person is the type to make a grand gesture in a relationship by writing poems for their person or even drawing/painting their person. they aren't particularly gifted but the gesture makes it obvious they are in love - or at least in lust with a person. their sexuality tends to air on the adventurous side - they will try anything once. they are definitely the initiator in a romance though. they aren't the type to wait for someone - they are the people who wanted to go first when presenting in school. and they are still a force to be reckoned with. that being said - they are ultra feminists; they don't mess around. no one messes with them and what they believe to be just.

taurus (2°, 14°, 26º): these people tend to be like the poetess herself - an artist at heart. they often dabble in some form of art as means to better express their emotions. sappho started writing poetry as a means to expression her devotion to others (such as aphrodite, eros, and those she admired). sometimes people can find their love suffocating. these people see the beauty in things that others may find to be average - they have a very appreciative eye when it comes to the beauty of all things. they tend to be rather open about their sexuality (they are feminist, LGBTQIA+ advocates, etc.). what they may want to be careful about concerning love is that they may love on a higher frequency then those around them - protect your heart and never lower your frequency if you end up hurt; the world needs more of you not less.

gemini (3°, 15°, 27º): these people tend to be appreciators. they notice beauty that goes otherwise overlooked. they see they beauty in the unpopular and somewhat messy art. they love chaos. art and poetry is meant to have a flow and these people enjoy when there is anything but that involved. they like books that don't end in a "happily ever after". they love communication that is messy - repartee and gossip are one of their favorite things because it shows just how much people care. why fight if their is nothing worth fighting for? why gossip if you aren't curious or jealous in some regard? it's that duality that they enjoy so much. without hatred there would be no real comparison to love. often they can convey sentiments like these with ease, however, their sentiments tend to be too bold in the form of communication both written and verbal.

cancer (4°, 16°, 28º): women love women - why is this such cottage core lesbian vibes - frankly, it's the earth signs too that give this vibe. but what is more sappho of lesbos than a cancerian influence? these people see the beauty in women and the beauty in nature - it's empress major arcana vibes to me. they exude ultra feminine energy - which needs to be explored for them sensually. they are very much receivers - if they attempt to chase someone, they like they will find themselves gravely hurt.

leo (5°, 17º, 29°): they are vibrant people who express themselves in very colorful and creative ways. they have an artistic eye and tend to be more so painters than anything else. sexually and romantically, these people are willing to try anything once. politically, they tend to be strong advocates for the rights of LGBTQIA+ individuals - they 100% are willing to be at every march they hear about so their voice is and their community is heard. love is love. every body for everybody. for these people there is no such thing as being too bold where love is concerned.

virgo (6°, 18°): these aren't the artist and poets of the world, these are the critics and editors. on the plus side, they know quality when they see it - they know how to appreciate true beauty and art. these people also tend to be self explorative in the sensual/sexual sense. they don't tend to explore sexuality with others until they understand their own bodies. these people aren't bold in the slightest when in love - they edit their thoughts and feelings and tend to overthink the situation. they can benefit from being a bit more carefree.

libra (7°, 19°): these are artistic people who love the aesthetic and they absolute love to curate the world around them. they are affectionate and friendly people - some may even say flirty. they explore sexuality with others even without sex being involved - they could do so via color evaluation, boudoir photoshoot, yoni retreat, etc. speaking of a yoni retreat - learning about their yoni and how to appreciate theirs is critical for learning about their sexuality and sensuality. they don't have much to be concerned about when it comes to being too bold in love - flowers and diamond rings are never too big or too bold with them.

scorpio (8°, 20°): this is another placement that needs some yoni exploration. they need to explore themselves sexually and sensually to recognize what they like and what they do not like. they are passionate people who need to learn their life direction before they can commit to another person - when they find the person they love, they will be their sole focus. which could be scary for those that they love because they can be obsessive and extreme when it comes to the connection. sex is of great importance to them and can be at the forefront of their relationships.

sagittarius (9°, 21°): these people have an abundance of talent. these are the people who write unforgettable prose that live rent free in the minds of many people. often writing is how they express themselves; they connect well with the written word. these are the people who will quote poetry and other romantic lines to those they care about. they have a lot of feelings when it comes to connecting with others, so it is of great importance that they work out their emotions before letting another person know how they feel lest they wish to scare their person away.

capricorn (10°, 22º): i feel like this is a person who has cut off their creative side in order to do something more practical. they need to figure out how to tap into their creative spirit. their ideas are worth while and it is okay to do something without thinking too deeply. it is important that they explore their limitations in a connection. not everything will make sense but that is okay. there is no order or correct answer when it comes to love - love isn't supposed to make sense 100% of the time. stop seeking commonsense when it comes to love.

aquarius (11°, 23º): i don't see these people as overtly artist but they do tend to know exactly what to say in most moments - they can rally nearly any crowd with their empowering speech. their hopes and dreams tend to reflect those of the people around them, they simply know how to say it best. if they are not be part of the LGBTQIA+ community - they are 100% likely to show up to advocate for others - they believe in equality for all and that no one should have to repress their true self like sappho likely did during her time and how she was repressed and likely straight-washed in myth. these people do have the danger of having a lot of hope where romance is concerned. they may believe that if they are outright and boldly express their emotions, they will be reciprocated or that their partner(s) will change to be the model person they want most. these people may have to come to the understanding that not every time they are vulnerable means that they are owed that vulnerability in return or that not everyone will change in the way they wish them to.

pisces (12°, 24º): these are poets and writers. these people don't mess around when it comes to love. they realize that love is an abstract concept that doesn't always make sense and they are comfortable with the idea of blind love. they aren't afraid to get their heart broken in that regard - "it is better to have loved than to never have loved at all" for them. these people are very feminine and know how to love with their whole being. it is important that they figure out how to spot red-flags though because while love is blind... it could just be selective color blindness. if people tell you that you are missing something that is important about your connections, listen to them. outsiders can sometimes see through the fog that you find yourself in romantically.

houses

1h: you are seen as imaginative and dreamy. others may believe that you might have your head in the clouds. you are likely someone who only comes back to earth when your desires have manifested. often sexuality radiates off of this person - though there tends to be some uncertainty in their sensuality. they take a lot of action on behalf of the feminist agenda - they are advocates. for these people their lust can be confused with their love. and cause issues in connections.

2h: i feel like these people waver sexually; sometimes they are super sexual and even hyper sexual and other times they are celibate or asexual. they either have a lot of sexual encounters or little to none. they do however have an abundance of talent when it comes to the world of creation and beauty. they also have a lot of love to give others. their ebb and flow in the romantically energetic world is likely to confuse others and might turn people off. it is important that they learn to articulate that they can't chase others 100% of the time instead they need someone to pursue them too. it is a give and take in the world of love - no one should be 100% on the take end nor should they be 100% on the give end.

3h: these people are poets - they love love and aren't afraid to express it. often their writing (hobby or otherwise) can present itself as short fragments that can pack a solid punch and light up the world for those around them. they inspire others to be more expressive and to share their feelings with others. unfortunately, for them there is a high chance that they will keep their feeling on the page rather than directly telling those they love. they likely struggle when it comes to communicating their sensuality aloud when there isn't a written reference. they have to learn how to be more adaptable where their emotions are involved - especially where they wish to include another person in them. nothing is more confusing than being approached by someone who just walks away without saying they meant to.

4h: your family can be rather political - you might come to join their school of thought (willingly or unwillingly) or you might strongly oppose them. for these people it is impossible to be truly themselves around their family (it is rare if they do and that might have everything to do with their aspects). sappho was forced into a connection. either you will find yourself fighting against the same arrangement or submitting to such concepts. often these people are politically strong willed; they wish to make their voice and the voices of their community strong whether that is the feminist community and/or the LGBTQIA+ community. sometimes these people find themselves picking their beliefs over their family.

5h: these people are artists and creative masterminds. they have a high aptitude when it comes to making things (canvas, tapestry, oil, sculptures, etc). very few mediums are likely out of their scope. they are likely to experiment when it comes to sexuality and sensuality. they find it amusing to surprise people in that regard. the more surprising they are the more turned on they are likely to be. they are likely to express their love in bold and creative ways that excite the people around them.

6h: these people may have a few jobs in which they are exposed to sexuality or art forms in some way - they could work in a diverse atmosphere or they may write for their living. these people may not wish to be married at any point in life and express it quite often as a limitation of the self (very much a "it's just a piece of paper" vibe) - love is something bigger than such an institution to them. their unwavering love may present itself in a workplace - forbidden love motif for sure. alternatively, they may have some sort of sexual health issue arise for themselves or their partner. it may be something unknown between them and it may do the relationship some harm (betrayal or fear is a strong possibility) - but if they both are willing to face it together all is likely to be just fine.

7h: often this placement makes for very artist people who use their partner as their muse. love for them is very open and very flexible - they might be pan or interested in an open relationship. they are very expressive when it comes to who and what they want in life. they don't mind competing for attention or proving that they are the better choice for a partner. they are bold people with the ability to both surprise and fluster their partner(s).

8h: they are very likely to produce a famous work of poetry and/or series of art that gains a lot of interest. they leave a fine legacy behind for generations of people to draw inspiration from. they are passionate individuals that use their intimacy with others to best express themselves. there is much for these people to explore when it comes to their sensuality. these people can be very intimidating in a romance. they have such a beautiful way with words/expression. their passion is unbeatable. and they frequently make people unsettled by the intimacy they share with others. their depth can scare people away is the short and sweet of things.

9h: these people love to explore the realm of art and writing - they are liberal arts people for sure. often these people are writers. they have a great love for poetry from all eras and style types. other then the artistic realm these people are very sexually and sensually explorative. they will try anything once.

10h: this person could be a professional artist or poet - they might even teach in these fields. they are esteemed professionals who often produce someone very popular in the realm of media. they could also be very open about their sexuality - they often advocate for women's rights and LGBTQIA+ rights. they are vastly known for having a lot of love for people; unfortunately, their love/feelings for others is often used against them.

11h: these people are aspirating artists and poets - depending on the aspects and sign/degree, some grow into rather gifted artists and poets. they are often sexually ambitious people who are willing to try anything once. they may even wish you find someone who is sexually open like them. they are, however, prone to bottling up their true sexual desires as they don't wish to be seen as too bold.

12h: these people love poetry and art as it tends to be intriguing to them and thusly causes them to seek a concentration in these areas... they are prone to obsession - these are truly starving artists. they are also obsessed with romance and love though often they worry about potential scandal about sharing their true self and desires - they tend to repress both. frequently, their unwavering loyalty to those they love is their downfall and causes them much woe.

aspects from sappho to

sun: positive aspects: often art or poetry is tied to who you are. you might be very skilled and recognizable for your creativity. you could receive a lot of attention in this regard. alternatively you might be someone who receives a lot of attention for their sexuality and sensuality. it might feel like your in the spotlight for your work or whoever you are dating most days. these people tend to be very involved with pride and other festivities that allow for the freedom to express the self and sexuality. negative aspects: you might feel as though your art receives very little attention despite it being cutting edge and different from what others praise in the mainstream. you might have a moment in the spotlight for your work but the vitality is likely short lived. this is the energy of a "one hit wonder". these people also have to be wary of pride surrounding their work - no one is without criticism and no work is prefect and without potential improvements. these people could be nervous about putting their sexuality and sensuality on display and are likely to seek validation in less public spaces. it might even excite them for no one to know what happens behind closed doors. they could also face public rejection when expressing their feelings which makes them wary to share them going forward.

moon: positive aspects: these are the true poets of the group. they use their poetry to express their emotions in a very lyrical manner. it could be a very comfortable way for them to express their sensuality and femininity. even if this person is masculine presenting, they tend to more aligned with their divine femininity when connected to the lyrical world of poetry. these people don't struggle to show their true feelings in the slightest - they care so much that it can make some people rather uncomfortable. its not so much insta-love as it is being really in touch with their true wants and desires. the feminine presenting individuals are more likely to be comfortably bisexual or lesbian and extremely comfortable with their feminine assets (breasts). negative aspects: these people come from a feminine line of artists and/or poets. often they struggle with the precedent that is set by those family members - they to want to create pieces that make others feel things but often if just leaves them feeling inadequate in comparison. these people often struggle to feel comfortable on multiple fronts. they often don't feel all that comfortable in the feminine sense - they likely were not briefed as they should have been on the changes that were happening to them in adolescence. they likely felt shocked and uncomfortable when they began menstruating or their breasts began developing - they likely hide those facets with a level of shame. these milestones marked for them the end of girlhood and just being them - now they have expectations of womanhood that make them feel like they were losing a semblance of themselves. that being said sensuality and sexuality likely made them rather uncomfortable - they likely repress/repressed a lot of these feelings. its just not within their comfort zone.

mercury: positive aspects: everything they say is beautiful. everything they think is beautiful. how they see the world is beautiful. so please don't forget to share it with others. naturally you are an introvert - you keep things quiet. journaling is likely something you really enjoy doing. your social media tends to be more artsy and less focused on you but more focused on things you enjoy doing. you have graceful mannerisms that are impossible to miss. everything is so lovingly curated and organized in your life. negative aspects: you aren't the most eloquent people - often the words "like", "um", "you know what i mean?", and profanity are part of your every conversation. often things sound better in your head than they do when you speak up. it is quite likely your perspective is different from reality - its rather surreal and it tends to be tainted by your opinion rather than reality. you aren't the most consistent/routine oriented people - journaling is sporadic, answering texts even more so (you will read it and say "i will respond later" but later doesn't come), and forget it on social media you often are on it too much watching everyone and everything carefully or not at all. often it seems like you have plenty of things too say but it might just be gossip...

venus: positive aspects: you love boldly and without stressing what others will think. society be damned. love is love. they are the next most likely, after moon aspects, to be bisexual or pansexual. they find beauty, love, and harmony in all their relationships without fail. i also feel like these are the people who remain friends with their exes. also important in the romantic realm of this person - their exploration of themselves. self-love and the exploration of sensuality is just as important as the love you provide others. these are feminist individuals who are likely to advocate for feminine rights as well as encourage exploration of themselves (yoni retreats, women only gyms, girls retreat, etc). while these people might not be poetic, they do value poetry and well spoken people. you are likely to be artists. negative aspects: there is something lazy about these people and the way they love others. you don't share anything about yourself easily. you aren't the most romantic. nor is sex a sensual experience - it is just sex. don't get me wrong you do enjoy sex - you like it a lot. but its often more about their pleasure than their lover's. something about these individuals has a masculine element too like they are uncomfortable with femininity - they try their hardest to not blend with the aesthetics associated or the expectations associated with the divine feminine (these people tend to be more tomboyish to me). these people may own a lot of art but it is unlikely they with find themselves making something they enjoy.

mars: positive aspects: you can create sexual poetic or artistic things. these people tend to be more passionate and creative. your sexual or sensual experiences fuel artistic endeavors, such as writing, art, or music. you likely express sensuality openly and creatively, leading to a more confident approach in matters of the heart, relationships, and sexuality. you likely feel comfortable and assertive in expressing your sexual desires and preferences, without hesitation or shame. there is balance between raw passion and refined emotional connection with these aspects. they tend to have relationships where both physical and emotional needs are well-expressed. they often explore different aspects of sexuality, including bisexuality/pansexuality, also they have a willingness to experiment and engage with their desires more openly. they tend to have a deep understanding of their needs and those of their partner. negative aspects: you might find yourself in relationships where there is a disconnect between physical desires and emotional desires. this aspect could manifest as feeling conflicted between wanting intense physical connections and needing a more emotional and sensual relationship. someone with these aspects might have strong sexual desires but feel ashamed or uncomfortable expressing them in a way that aligns with their emotional/mental vision of you they are / who they should be. they might find themselves being in a relationship with someone they love but feel uncomfortable asking for something sexual they enjoy out of fear they will be looked at differently. they tend to struggle with self-acceptance or face external resistance in expressing their true sexual identity and sexual desires. you might be someone who rush into relationships or sexual experiences without considering your emotional needs, leading to dissatisfaction or regret. alternatively, you may feel that your creative work is met with criticism, leading to discouragement or dissatisfaction with your artistic pursuits.

jupiter: positive aspects: you have enhanced artistic talents and self-expression, particularly in the realm of poetry, music, and/or other creative endeavors. you have an abundance of creative ideas and a natural flow in expressing them. you have a great appreciation for beauty, art, and culture, you seek opportunities for artistic growth and success. you approach love with generosity, optimism, and personal depth, leading to fulfilling partnerships. you are likely to explore your sensuality and sexual identity. you may find inspiration in travel, religion, and/or cultural exploration. you have the ability to be an artist and/or poet whose works have an impact; you can insight hope, optimism, and love. you have opportunities for success in artistic/creative fields. you can achieve public recognition, financial success, or widespread appreciation for your artistic works. negative aspects: you may tend to engage in sexual activities recklessly/excessively, without considering the emotional / long-term consequences. you may have unrealistic expectations in romantic relationships. this only tends to lead to disappointment when reality doesn’t live up to your idealized visions of love. you may overlook red flags in relationships, hoping for the best and assuming things will work out, only to be let down later. they might struggle with guilt / inner conflict around their sexual desires especially if they feel these go against their spiritual or moral beliefs.

saturn: positive aspects: you value commitment and stability in relationships; preferring deep, long-term connections over fleeting encounters. you like lasting bonds built on trust, reliability, and mutual respect. if you work in creative fields, you likely have a disciplined approach to honing your craft. you can create relationships that are not just passionate but also long-lasting and resilient. your creative works may hold a sense of realism, wisdom, and depth, reflecting the complexities of human emotion in a thoughtful, mature manner. your desires are often expressed in a way that is thoughtful, considerate, and respectful of boundaries. you have the ability to learn and grow from past romantic and sexual/sensual experiences. you may have a serious commitment to developing your artistic or poetic talents. diligence is likely to payoff. your dedication to the arts may lead to recognition for your skill, precision, and depth in expressing themes of love, beauty, and/or human emotion. you have a natural inclination towards showing love through actions, loyalty, and support, rather than grand gestures or overly idealistic expressions. negative aspects: you may have feelings of guilt, inhibition, and: or discomfort around sensuality and emotional expression. you likely struggles to embrace your desires; leading to self-denial or repression of natural impulses. you likely have the tendency to be overly reserved/cautious in romantic matters which leads to a cold/distant demeanor in relationships. you may have an inclination toward pessimism in love, always expecting challenges or disappointments, which can hinder the growth of a healthy, balanced relationship. alternatively you make experience blockages in artistic or poetic expression. you could be highly self-critical, doubting your creative abilities and feeling as if your work is never good enough. there could also be a fear of failure in creative pursuits, leading to procrastination, hesitation, and/or abandoning projects altogether. a fixation on the past can prevent them from moving forward and embracing new experiences in their romantic life. you might feel uncomfortable with the openness and intimacy required in deep emotional connections, leading to a preference for emotional detachment or avoidance of romantic entanglements.

uranus: positive aspects: you likely have a highly original artistic or poetic style. you are likely to be someone who embraces their sexuality in a way that’s both free and unconventional. you explore and express your desires without inhibition or conforming to societal norms. with this aspect you are likely to experience sudden and/or unconventional relationships. you likely advocate for gender equality and LGBTQ+ rights in a way that’s revolutionary or ahead of your time - using art, writing, and/or activism to challenge norms. you may use art, poetry, and/or your personal life to challenge taboos, express rebellion, or embrace shocking themes that push boundaries and inspire change. negative aspects: you may experience sudden bursts of inspiration followed by creative slumps, making it hard to consistently create. your artistic/poetic expression might feel scattered. you could have difficulty finding balance between personal freedom and intimacy, leading to sudden breakups or arguments in your love life. your individuality / progressive ideas about love and sexuality might alienate you from others, causing tension in friendships and/or familial relationships. you might have a tendency to rebel against traditional notions of love or gender roles in a way that is self-sabotaging. you might resist emotional vulnerability or act impulsively in romantic situations, leading to hurt feelings in a relationship. you might push boundaries to the point of discomfort, shock, and/or controversy. your behavior coming off as more chaotic than visionary.

neptune: positive aspects: you are highly inspired by love and beauty. what you create has a dreamy, ethereal quality. you have a natural ability to channel deep emotions into art, music, and/or poetry. you have a deeply romantic and compassionate nature. love to you is a transcendent, spiritual experience; you may often seeking connections that feel divine and otherworldly. in a relationship, you are likely to have an intuitive understanding of your significant others’ emotional needs. you have innate ability to be empathetic, compassionate, and kind. if you take part in deity work, your deities are likely to answer you in unexpected ways. negative aspects: you tend to have unrealistic expectations in love. you may idealize your partner and your relationship, only to feel disillusioned when reality doesn’t live up to your fantasy. this can result in disappointment, heartbreak, or unrequited love. you may have a tendency towards emotional avoidance and/or denial in that regard. you may struggle with creative blocks, feel overwhelmed by your imagination, or have trouble grounding your ideas into tangible form. this aspect can manifest as dishonesty or secrets in relationships. you either deceive yourself about your feelings or attract partners who are dishonest or elusive, leading to betrayal or confusion in love. you may give too much of yourself to your partner and losing your sense of identity. often you endure unhealthy relationships out of misguided loyalty or compassion. you may have unhealthy emotional attachments, obsessions, and/or infatuations. you might become captivated by someone/something unattainable, causing emotional turmoil or dissatisfaction.

pluto: positive aspects: relationships for you may feel fated/karmic, and can lead to significant personal growth. you might channel deep emotions, desires, and transformations into your art/poetry. your creativity could lead to bold, passionate works that explore themes of love, death, rebirth, and transformation. art for you might be cathartic. you are the most likely of the bunch to be seen as highly attractive and charismatic. your personal presence and your artistic creations are what makes you magnetic. you have the ability to process and release deep emotional wounds, using love, art, or poetry as a tool for your healing. you are willing to explore more taboo aspects of love, sexuality, and relationships. you embrace the darker / more intense aspects of love and desire. negative aspects: you know how sappho pitch herself of a cliff... you may experience intense feelings of infatuation or obsession in relationships, where you become overly fixated on a partner or idealized love. which can create an unhealthy dynamic and lead to emotional turmoil. you may struggle with issues of dominance and submission in your relationships, leading to toxic patterns or manipulative behavior. you may experience cycles of emotional highs and lows, leading to dramatic breakups or turbulent interactions that leave lasting scars. you may have a fear of vulnerability in intimate relationships. you may avoid genuine emotional connection due to fears of being hurt or overwhelmed, leading you to have more superficial interactions.

aphrodite (1388): positive aspects: you are someone who can call upon the goddess to assist you in matters of love, and she reassure you that your desires will be fulfilled. you will find you have a responsive deity, willing to intervene on your behalf. she will help you to navigate the complexities of love and giving you confidence. you naturally have a sense of personal power and control in love. your muse is beauty and emotional depth - it can be seen in your artistic works. negative aspects: you may only approach divinity in moments of deep pain or when faced with unrequited love. even with divine intervention, your romantic life is likely fraught with emotional suffering. you have lack of control/power over your own love life. there is a sense of helplessness or lack of autonomy when things don't work out how you expect them to. even divine favor cannot fully prevent the pain, longing, and/or rejection that come with human love.

eros (433): positive aspects: intense emotional experiences, allowing you to feel and express love and desire with greater depth and passion. you make rather compelling and evocative works. the intensity of longing and desire may spark artistic creativity, allowing you to explore love in all its emotional and physical dimensions. you may have a profound understanding of the shared human experience of love and desire. your art may highlights the sweetness and joy that comes from love, even amid its challenges. negative aspects: this can manifest as intense emotional suffering. the feelings of heartache, longing, and despair are likely very familiar to you. love can feel vulnerable, powerless, or all-consuming to you, which can be overwhelming and destabilizing. you may intensely long for someone who does not return the same feelings, resulting in frustration, loneliness, and emotional suffering. desire can often feel like a burden.

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Grieving His Sanity

A jegulus microfic

Denial

It started on a Saturday. He’d gone to the Quidditch Match out of pure boredom and need for information. Gryffindor was the best, after all, except for Slytherin. He needed to know their strategies and secrets before facing them in a month.

So he watched from the stands, eyes fixed on the scarlet-clad players as they zipped through the skies. 

“Why’re you watching James Potter so closely?” Barty murmured to him, nose wrinkled in confusion.

But he wasn’t. Watching James Potter, that is. Of course, Potter was an excellent flier. He moved with the grace he lacked on the ground, and, from a purely analytical perspective, he had the build of a skilled player. His muscles rippled as he shot past the stands, and Regulus figured he probably was able to handle balls- Quidditch balls- quite easily. But he wasn’t looking at Potter any more than any other player. 

“I’m not,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Anger

“You’re staring,” Pandora commented a few days later.

But he wasn’t. It was just…Potter was smiling.

Of course, he couldn’t explain this to Pandora. Because how was he supposed to put into words that Potter’s ridiculous, stupid, annoying grin made him irritated? His annoyingly perfect smile that made Regulus’s stomach flip-flop was just…infuriating.

So he watched, grinding his teeth, as Potter laughed loudly at something Sirius had said, showing off the most beautiful smile Regulus had ever had the misfortune of laying his eyes on.

And Regulus hated every second of it. Every second of the way his body was heating up with emotions he couldn’t name and his heart was fluttering in his chest as he realized that sometimes when Potter smiled it went a bit crooked and-

“Reg? You look…mad,” Evan mumbled, concern in his eyes.

“Fucking Potter,” Regulus grumbled, getting up and leaving the table. 

Bargaining

He didn’t like Potter. He couldn’t.

He spent more time watching the older than not, it seemed, and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. He tried everything. 

“Hit me if you see me staring,” he told Barty one day. 

By the time he left the Great Hall, his arm was bruised from all the times Barty had nudged him.

“Switch seats with me so I can’t see him,” he’d begged Evan the next morning.

But to no avail. He’d just swiveled stupidly in his seat to lock eyes with the Gryffindor, scowling stupidly and burning his head in his hands.

“Fucking kill me if I so much as think about him,” he begged Pandora as they sat out on the grounds a day later.

But she showed him no mercy. “I’m a pacifist,” she shrugged, grinning teasingly. “And you are in love.”

Groaning, Regulus curled up on the grass in the fetal position.

Depression

“This is horrifying,” Regulus mumbled, burying his head in his pillow and pulling the covers over his head. “I can’t go on.”

“Aw, cheer up, Reg!” Barty called from his own bed. “At least we know you’re not made of stone!”

But that was hardly something to cheer up about. Multiple times now, Potter had caught him staring, had smiled at him in the halls or at meal times, made him trip on nothing or drop his spoon just by sending him a grin. It was mortifying.

“I think I’ll live here forever,” Regulus whispered into his pillow, closing his eyes.

“That’s the spirit!” Barty replied.

Acceptance

“Regulus! Wait up!”

Oh Salazar, no. Just when Regulus thought things couldn’t get worse. Potter was talking to him. 

Trying his best to school his face into an expression of indifference, he turned, sizing Potter up in the empty hall. “What?” he asked, internally hoping he wasn’t blushing.

“Erm..” Fuck, even when he was flustered, Potter looked good. His messy hair framed his face so nicely, and his eyes sparkled. “Hogsmeade?”

“What?” Regulus repeated, sure he had misheard. He must have, since he was too busy mooning over Potter to hear clearly.

But the older boy cleared his throat and squared his shoulders. “Come to Hogsmeade with me. Please?”

Oh, thank Merlin Pandora hadn’t killed him. Unless she had, and this was heaven.

“Erm. Yes,” he murmured, trying to stay calm. “That would be okay.” Perfect. That would be bloody perfect.

And Potter’s stunning face split into the most beautiful smile Regulus had ever seen. “Great. I’ll see you then, Reg!”

And Regulus stood there in the hall as the other boy retreated, rooted to the spot as he contemplated the way he felt like he was floating.

Fuck. He liked James Potter.