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Coming across random people just boasting about using AI to write fanfiction...More depressing than I expected.

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The Favor 11

Dear lord… this took a million years to write and I’m sorry for that 😭 I’ve never written something of this nature before and I wanted to get it right. I hope you enjoy because this is a shift in the whole thing!

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Warnings- cuckolding, Danny (ew), bd/sm elements, dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex, creampie, slight angst, fluff, obvious smut, soft dom!h, kinda asshole h (to Danny hehe)

Y/N wasn’t sure what she had thought this sort of scenario would look like, but she was putting her trust in Harry. In this case, it was her trusting him to set this up at a hotel instead of his place, saying that neutral ground would be better in case Danny had an unsavory reaction. 

It was a classy joint, that much was obvious. He’d painted it as a weekend staycation for the both of them, which she liked more than she cared to admit- but there were mixed reaction she had in the idea of Danny being there at all. It was like an intrusion in a way, having him look in to their private little world… but on the other hand, she wanted to show him how far gone she was for him. How Harry could provide for her things that she needed and he could never provide. 

“Y’alright, pet?” He stroked over her hair as he knelt down in front of her. His shirt had been discarded to the side not too long ago, setting up the bed for their activity. The dominant had ran through what would be happening tonight with her a number of times to make sure she felt safe and comfortable, but there was nothing like the anticipation of her boyfriend she was actively planning on dumping coming up to watch the man she was utterly infatuated with give her the type of sex that had made her dream come true. 

“Yeah. A little nervous.” The admission was quiet, her eyes reaching his own. It was instant comfort. Another reason why she knew it was the right thing to break up with Danny. As cruel as it may sound, she’d be doing him a favor. Never in her life had she had just a simple look calming her down. Perhaps it was the trust, maybe it was the familiar, but there was no doubt in her mind that Harry was going to take care of her. 

“That’s alright, and very normal.” He reassured. “But it’s not too late to cancel. It’s never too late to stop. The moment you color, we can stop and we can send him out. Okay?” The tenderness he treated her with had never failed to make her fall further down the cracks, right into the palm of his hand. 

“I know. I trust you.” Reaching out, her hands cupped his face and impulsively brought him forward. 

It was something that had started to become normal. The kissing like lovers, kissing for comfort and passion, and it far exceeded what a strictly Dominant and Submissive relationship would be, but they both knew it was much more than that. He was going to be hers Officially soon enough, and selfishly he was giving in. Indulging, smug that finally she had decided to drop the man- and better yet, prove to him that it was only the natural choice. 

Humming into the kiss, he stood up and guided her to follow, securing his hand over her throat and giving it a gentle squeeze as he pulled back. Wet lips and a soft pant, he thumbed over her lip and wiped away a bit of the slickness his tongue had left. “I trust you, too. And m’happy that you’re….” He paused for a second. “I’m happy that you are leaving a relationship that isn’t good for you.” 

It was a moment she could have ignored, simply nodding her head, but she could see that subconsciously he was searching for validation in his own way- so she gave it to him. “I’m leaving him because someone else is making me happier than I ever thought I could be. So I’m very happy, too.” 

The loaded statement had him staring at her for a few seconds before his mouth fell back on hers, a bruising kiss making her whimper into the air. He was happy with that, more than that, but he had no time to properly respond when there was that dreaded knock on the door. 

Fucking prick, always ruining everything. As evil as it was, he was going to take full pleasure in fucking Y/N in front of him and making him see how he had failed to provide even the simplest pleasures to her. He wasn’t going to mourn their friendship like he thought he would. Not when he got the better option in it. 

“Go lay on the bed, baby.” He gave one last kiss, a small squeeze to her throat before he loosened up. “I’m gonna let him in and remind him of the rules.” 

They had decided that she was going to keep her lingerie on. Harry wasn’t keen on him getting a full show, full access to what now belonged to him- and Y/N not so excited to have him see every part of her at once. He’d be able to see Harry’s cock in her, but her breasts would be hidden away. That was solely for H. 

She did as he asked, getting into the agreed position. Face down, ass up. Hands at her side, face turned away from the chair Danny would sit in. The silk eye mask slipped over her eyes, she did her best to be a good girl and laid on her position as she heard the murmuring. 

The pre established rules had been simple 

No touching 

No talking to Y/N 

Phone off, Harry would place it inside a drawer.  

Leave when he said to leave. 

This was something that she hadn’t expected to happen when the arrangement had first started, but then again- she hadn’t expected to fall in love with Harry either. 

Silly, foolish girl. As if she ever had a chance at resisting.

It was nearly impossible to not fall for him. Between his attentiveness, his thoughtful gestures, his sweet demeanor, his humor, his patience, his ability to take care of her and the way he fucked her?  It was inevitable. There was no way she could have ever resisted that. 

The water bottle he’d gotten her sat on the side table of the bed, filled up with cool water for when she needed it, for fucks sake. Danny had barely ever gotten her gifts, let alone just because he was thinking of her. Not that she needed to be showered in material things, but the fact that Harry had come up with the ideas on his own and thought of her enough to grab something just for her had been enough of an indication that it was something she liked and wanted far more of.

Her decision to break up with him wasn’t one she had come to lightly, but seeing how she was treated by Harry had proven she deserved better. Even if… Harry decided he wasn’t into her anymore down the line, he set the new precedent that she could and should be treated with more respect. She could have the things she wanted and it wasn’t necessarily odd of her to ask for them. The right person would be happy to fulfill those wants, and more.

Her body was cold, but her insides were hot. Hearing the shuffling, the door closing, being unable to see but having the knowledge that he was sitting on that chair about to watch Harry, the man he’d essentially pawned her off to on loan, give her the things he couldn’t dream of doing. There had been mixed feelings at first, unsure if it was the right thing to do, but considering he had asked and consented, Harry had calmed her about it. 

He was kind enough not to mention how wet it had made her when she had spread her legs after that conversation and he got a glimpse of the wet patch on her cotton panties. 

Her mind was going a million miles a minute, not stopping once as the thoughts continued racing around her brain- until she felt his hand on her. Smooth, large fingers running over her back, all the way up until he gently wrapped them up in her hair and pulled her face up, giving her cheeks a squeeze with the opposite hand. “You know your safe words, my sweet. At any time, for any reason, if you want to stop…. What are you gonna say?”

“Red, sir.” She peeped, leaning into his touch. It was her body’s natural inclination now. The moment Harry started talking in that specific tone, that tilt to his voice, her body knew exactly how to react. Melt, give in, please him. It’s all she wanted. 

“That’s my good girl.” Another squeeze to her cheeks had her lips pouting out before he gently laid her head back down on the sheet. “You just keep bein’ good for me and I’ll take care of everything. Just like normal, hm?” He ran his hand back down her body, using one finger over her asscheek. 

“Yes, sir.” She nodded, rubbing her face against the soft fabric. “Take good care of me always.” 

Harry grinned, moving back towards the end of the bed. “Good. Be as loud as you’d like tonight, my pet.” His eyes were soft when he looked down at her, body splayed out on the blankets but not completely bare. There were some things Danny was never going to get to see again- and god, did that make him happy. Moving towards the side, he undid his belt lazily. Letting it draw out not only to build anticipation, but to leave her guessing. 

Danny had never seen anything like this before and in all honesty, they’d agreed to keep it relatively vanilla for that reason… and another. He didn’t deserve to see the flogging, the paddle, the ropes, not at all.. Y/N wouldn’t feel fully safe with him in the room with Danny watching either, so she had eagerly agreed to keep it downplayed, insisting that their sex had been missionary and bland to begin with so even the shit they’d done without the bells and whistles would be enough to shock him. Even though that made him jealous, it only added motivation to prove that Harry could give it to her a hundred times better even without the toys and tools. He could make her cum harder than Danny could have ever dreamt of with just his fingers, just a few flicks of them, because they had a connection that no one had been expecting. 

Perhaps his inkling of a god complex was showing, but he was more than happy to show off just how much better he was. 

“Legs together.” He ordered, watching with a little smile as she immediately placed them together. “Don’t want to deal with you squirming too much today. Know you love to when it gets to feel too good, but I think keeping you restrained would be better.” Diligently, he wrapped the leather through her ankles and began to wrap them up. Firm, he tightened it so she had no chance of wriggling them out, he hummed at his handiwork. 

“Is that safe?” For the first time, Danny spoke. Harry’s head snapped towards him, a reproachful look shot his way. 

“Yes, it’s safe. Everything we do is safe. I’d never put her in danger… Not too much.” His hand ran over her thighs. “Now shut up. You want to watch? Fine. But we’re going to pretend you aren’t there.” His voice was gruff as he placed his attention back to Y/N. There was nothing else said as he used his binding as a grip, pulling her down so her feet nearly touched the ground, her upper body on the plushy bed. 

“Yeah.. This is a nice position, isn’t it?” He murmured, focusing solely on her now. “You look so gorgeous like this, pet.” His fingers gently slipped over her cunt, cupping it lightly as he got that gasp he was looking for. He bit back a groan as he felt how wet she was for him, how she had ruined the pretty lace. Giving it a squeeze, he clicked his tongue down at her. “Exactly what I expected. S’not a day that goes by that this cunt isn’t desperate for my cock, hm?” 

Y/N held back the urge to grind into his hand, her breathing picking up as he began to touch her. She felt hyperaware of everything going on around her- and a little fucking pissed that Danny had opened his mouth. 

How dare he ask as if he actually gave a fuck? He had essentially made her someone else's problem, not at all looked into the sort of shit BDSM could entail. Thankfully Harry was an absolute godsend, but what if he hadn’t been? Would he have just given her up to any other of his friends? Just because someone did kinky shit didn’t mean they were good enough or safe enough to give our girlfriend over to. It was infuriating. 

“Yes, sir. I always want it.” She answered without hesitation. It was the truth. Over her time with Harry, he’d fine tuned her into being addicted to him in every possible way- and now she was pretty sure he felt the same way about her. 

“That’s good. Considering how much you whine for it, I’m not shocked.” Thumbing over her clit, he felt increasingly smug. “You need to get that wet for me anyway. Poor little hole has a bit of trouble fitting me in, doesn’t it?” 

“Mhm. I love it.” She breathed, only to squeal a few seconds later as his hand came down on her ass. The burn sent tingles down her body, cunt throbbing against his hand as she opened up her mouth again. “Sir! I love it, sir. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sure y’are, pet. You usually are so good for me, jus’ a little overwhelmed. I know how my girl is.” He crooned, leaning himself forwards and pressing his cock against her ass. “Kept you worked up all day. I know it’s a lot for you, ‘specially when your pretty head gets a bit empty when you’re waiting for my cock…. But you have been so good for me.”

Harry found himself slipping into his own headspace. They’d both agreed to keep it relatively short with the other man in the room and he had been more than happy with that agreement, but he liked that he was getting a look at how she came undone for him. That he got to hear the little gasp she let out as he slipped a finger inside of her cunt, and then two, fucking them into her slippery hole.

“There it is. Barely touched you and you’re dripping like a whore.” His coo was contradictory to his harsh word, tone soft with a slight chuckle at the end because of course she was. Y/N got worked up so easily, the tiniest things making her wet for him and that was one of his favorite things about her. Her eagerness that could borderline desperation. The submissive could try if she wanted, to pretend that she wasn’t a whore for him- but it would be a lie. “Do you like being a slut for me, pet? Barely touched you and you’re dripping down my knuckles.” 

Y/N’s head spun at his word, nodding into the fabric under her face. Maybe she’d be embarrassed if she hadn’t come to terms with the fact that Harry had some sort of magic touch to him, but between the both of them it was no secret. She’d get on her knees or bend herself over the moment he even suggested it because she was greedy and they both knew it. “Uh-huh.” She nodded. “I love being your whore, sir.”

To his credit, his fingers knew exactly where to curl, where to stroke, how hard and fast to move. Harry had been becoming an expert in all things Y/N, but especially when it came to how her body reacted to him. The feeling of her bound ankles keeping her from squirming too much and the practiced ease of his fingers curled right into a spot he knew would make her weak already had her feeling pathetically close. “Sir- I’m gonna cum- can I-“ 

A sharp spank was given to her ass again, his free hand squeezing the stinging flesh as she bit back a moan. “We’ve been over this, pet.”

“S-Sorry, may I? I’m gonna if you keep-“

“Cum.” Harry didn’t make her finish her sentence as he continued his motions, watching his fingers sinking into her and her legs tremble just a bit. He had known exactly how to get her there, betting on it actually, as he felt the fluttering around his digits as she breathed heavier and did her best to writhe despite her constraints. It was one of the most beautiful things, he thinks, watching her lose herself to pleasure that he personally gave her. 

He just didn’t stop there. He could feel her pulsate around his fingers as he fucked them into her harder, placing one hand on her lower back as he continued thrusting them inside her weeping cunt. Overstimulation was a favorite of his, always, but he liked even more so making her cum when he knew it was getting her to relax. To get to that headspace easier. Part of him wished he could see her eyes, watch them get teary for him as she began to babble slightly, but he didn’t want anything taking her out of this moment. 

Out of the corner of his eye he was reminded that they had someone watching but he didn’t pay him any mind, focusing solely on the woman in front of him that took up the majority of his mind even when she wasn’t here. 

“H-ha…” She went to say his name but caught herself, letting out a muffled moan as she buried her face in the comforter of the bed again. The leather of the belt bit into her skin but in the best way, the burn of her legs trying to push apart to both trap his hand and push it away adding to the pleasure swirling in her tummy. It was borderline too much, his palm slapping against her and the constant stimulation to her spot, but she knew that Harry knew best.

“Hm? What was that you’re tryin’ to say, pet?” He hummed, gently letting his nails run over the expanse of the lingerie. It tickled, making her squirm a bit but she had no complaints except a hybrid of a giggled moan. “Are you feeling good?” 

 “S’good, it’s so good.” Her head nodded quickly. “I’m just- you’ll make me cum again, sir. A-and I haven’t even made you cum and I don’t wanna be greedy, I want to make you happy and-“ her words were cut off with his fingers back in her hair, pulling her up a bit so he could make her back arch. 

“I’m doing what I want. This makes me happy. Like seeing you dripping on my fingers, squirming around the bed because you can’t help it. I’ll cum when I feel like it. I want you to do it again on my hand and then we’ll worry about me, yeah?” 

The pinpricks of the grip on her hair had her mouth hanging open, and if the eye mask was uncovered he’d see her eyes rolled back into her head. It was a heavenly combination in her opinion. The only thing that would make it better would be to replace his fingers with his cock but she wasn’t about to make any demands. 

“Now cum for me again. Want that cunt nice and soft for me when I slip into it.”

Y/N knew that Harry had an ungodly level of control over her body just by command alone, but it took the both of them off guard by how quickly her orgasm came. Wet gasps into the air as his honorific left her lips, slick arousal dripping off his knuckles and over his palm as he worked her throat the second orgasm well enough before giving her another surprise.

The dominant didn’t give her a chance to recover as his cock was pushed into her, a garbled moan leaving her throat as she felt it fill her up. Her nails dug into her palms as she felt the grip on her hair tighten, pulling her further up as he dug in deep. It was in her stomach, her toes curling as she panted into the air. “Oh-“ 

Harry repeated it. “Shush.” He muttered, slipping his fingers into her gaping mouth. “Suck these clean. You want me to feel good? Take my cock and shut up, sweetheart.”

“Don’t talk to her like that.” 

Danny. Y/N had forgotten about him until she heard his voice, her body tensing slightly- but Harry didn’t stop. Pushing his fingers back in her throat he made her gag, knowing that she’d need the distraction to keep sucking again. 

“If you can’t keep your mouth shut, you’ll get the fuck out.” Harry’s voice was unlike how it usually was, even being mean to her. It was cold. If it was ever directed at her like that she’d cry- but she couldn’t deny that a part of her liked him being mean to Danny. Especially because it was mostly on her behalf. “She likes this shit. Clearly, you’ve no fucking clue what gets her off… S’why you sent her to me, isn’t it? Couldn’t get her off in the way she wanted so you sent her to someone who could.” He scoffed, pulling his saliva soaked fingers from her mouth. “You like when I tell you you to shut up and take it, mm baby?”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded without a second guess. “I l-love it so much. I love how you fuck me.” The second part wasn’t necessary, but she wanted to say it. As if it wasn’t visible and audible by how wet she was around his dick, how she moaned. Then again, Danny really didn’t have a clue about how to make Y/N feel good anyway. 

“See?” Harry grinned maliciously, finally glancing over to the man. His face was flushed and he looked slightly bothered, but he wasn’t making any effort to move. “I’ve taken the time t’learn what she likes, I’ve listened to what she wants- shown her the shit you’re too scared to even try. So if I want to tell her to shut up n’take it so she soaks my cock a bit more? M’gonna fucking do it.” His thrusts were deeper, making Y/N let out little noises as he got into her tummy. “If you want to keep watching, don’t talk. I won’t warn you again. I’ll simply kick you out and make her finish on my own.” 

Maybe she should feel bad about how aroused this was getting her. The show of dominance and how overwhelmingly clear it was that Harry was in charge, that he’d always been in charge and that he was so blatant about the fact that he was the one making her feel good. It would make her felt guilty later, she’s sure, that her cunt got more slick and she clenched around him as he essentially told him to shut the fuck up and let him get to business or get out, that their pleasure wasn’t indicative on if he was there or not. 

But right now, it had her melting, malleable, easy for him to do as he pleased. 

Subconsciously she could probably surmise that it was because a man was finally showing initiative. He was claiming her, in a way, with little care for anyone but her opinion. He had made sure she was okay with this but leaned into it with the somewhat unspoken knowledge that this was going to further prove that they were the better match. Harry showed that cared about her when he smacked her ass and pulled her hair and called her a filthy bitch when he came inside of her, because he knew that’s exactly what she wanted. 

“More.” Her voice broke through the weighted lack of words, only the sounds of sex. “More, sir- I want more.” 

“Okay, pet.” He grinned- she didn’t have to look at him to hear it in his voice. “Been going too soft on you, I know.” 

The dominant knew what she wanted. So he gave it to her. 

The last threads of caring about the man she called a boyfriend in name only fell away as Harry fucked her. Deep, heavy thrusts as he pulled her up and wrapped his arm around her chest, letting his mouth pant against her ear as his cock filled her over and over again. 

“You like it.” He murmured, just for her. “You like that he knows that he can’t give this t’you. My dirty girl.” He pressed a kiss right under her ear, chuckling as she immediately gave him room. The proof was in how she held him tight, dripping and weeping all over his cock as he manhandled her. She had no control in this, not in appearance anyway, and it’s what she wanted. 

“I want…” her voice was hoarse as she tried to turn her head so Danny couldn’t hear. “Wanna have you cum in me with him watching. It’s your pussy.” The words fell out as her guard lowered, interrupted at the end by his mouth. Part of her wished to be naked right now so she didn’t have the layer between them, but Danny had lost the privilege of seeing her fully nude. That was something she only wanted Harry to see. 

“That last part.” He grunted. “Say it louder.” 

“It’s yours.” Even with a slightly straightened voice, she tried her hardest. His other hand collared her throat, keeping it tightly wound with slight pressure. That promise had been something that set him off, and she liked that bit of power she felt with making him lose it slightly. 

“I can’t quite understand, Pet.” He spoke louder, giving the ability for it to be heard now. “What’s mine? Need you to elaborate on that for me.”

“My cunt.” She gasped, feeling his teeth graze her jaw. “My cunt- it’s yours. You- you fuck me so good and I want it all the t-time. I need it.” 

“Yeah, baby? You need me?” He’d let the softer pet name slip, as well as the fondness he’d been trying to keep from his tone- but if the man sitting in the chair had any sense at all, he’d be able to see that he’d lost the girl. That she was Harry’s, and it was his own fault. 

He’d sent her straight into Harry’s arms. Straight into his bed. He’d stupidly assumed that Y/N didn’t actually know what she wanted, that she’d be scared off- but now, she knew even more so. She begged for it, was greedy for it. She was hiccuping slightly as he slowly pushed her down, pushing her face into the blankets as he adjusted just so- making her let out a soft sob. He’s found the spot he had been avoiding, her legs quivering under them. 

“Yeah, I need it. I need it, I need it so much, I need you-“ she let out a shuddering breath. “Please, Sir. You’re gonna make me cum again and I need to- I need you to cum too. Wanna be good.” It was her favorite line. 

Little did she know, Y/N was always good. Harry had been a little spooked at first at just how good she actually was, how much he had wanted her.  He had been a goner since day one, as soon as he got permission to look at her as more than a friend’s lover and potentially one of his own- he should have known he’d never be able to give her back. 

“You are, pet. You are. Such a good fucking good with a perfect cunt. Dunno how anyone could ever let you out of their sight.” A slight dig at Danny, but he wanted him to watch and understand. “Where do you want me to cum, hm? Your precious cunt’s got me close.” He slipped the hair away from her mouth, adjusting the mask over her eyes. “Want it on your ass? On that cute little tummy?” 

He was taunting her, making her ask for it out loud. 

“No- no, sir. Please, y’know where I want it. Want it inside me.” She was whining, his sweet girl, pushing her ass up the best she could with the position she was in. “Please, please, please, just let me cum n’I can take all of yours, I’ll do a good job. I’ll clean you up, I-“

“Oh, darling. Love when you ramble like that, know there isn’t much going on in your head when you get drunk on cock like this- but I’ll give it to you. You’ve been so good.” The praise seemed to have her melting into the bed. “Go on, baby. Tell me who you belong to when you cum on my cock.”

Harry knew it would be a lot, but he didn’t realize how satisfying it would truly be to hear her whine out loudly, her body trembling under him as she soaked him. Slightly gushing on his cock, his brows furrowed as he watched the mess she made on him. Even he had underestimated how good this would be. “Yours- m’yours, it’s yours, H-sir, I can’t…” her tongue tied, her body writhing slightly under his as her pussy massaged her his cock. 

It wasn’t like he stood a chance. Coughing out a loud groan, he hovered over her, burying his face in her hair as he let his hips stutter and cum shoot into her. It felt like a lot- it probably was, considering how heavy his balls had felt- but he felt a piece of his settle. The scent of her shampoo he’d gotten her, her softness underneath him, the velvety walls of her cunt milking every drop from him, it was almost there. The claiming in front of him has felt like one of the final pieces, a nail in a coffin, lips pressed against her temple as he whispered praises to her. 

The only thing that caught his attention was the sound of ruffling that had his head turning. Danny stood looking a mixture of angry and…

Something else. Unsure what to do. Harry sighed, not wanting to leave the warm confines of her pussy. 

“Your phone is in the drawer in the entrance. You can leave.” He said simply, deciding that was enough. There wasn’t much else that could be said- could there? 

He couldn’t apologize. There was nothing he was sorry for. Being the better man and giving the girl the proper treatment wasn’t something he’d feel bad for. He’d asked to watch himself, and maybe it hadn’t been all the paddles and whips and chains but it had been kinky in terms of someone watching- so he got a hint of it. A real clue about how good Y/N felt with him. 

His whole body relaxed once he heard the drawer open and the door close, finally ridding them of the man neither of them really wanted much to do with in the first place. 

“He’s gone, baby.” Harry spoke softly to her, ever so lightly lifting the mask from her eyes. He could see her wince at the light, though not much of it, the cute little nose wrinkling making his cock twitch inside of her. Even the cute things she did made him feel borderline insane. “There she is.” He cooed, leaning further up to kiss under her eye and over her brow. 

“Hi.” She said quietly, blinking up at him a few times before letting her cheek melt into the bed. They were alone now, truly alone, and she could let her guard down. As much as Harry made her feel as safe as she could in that scene, it was exactly why she had wanted to feel in relatively vanilla. Add in the idea of anything experimental or really kinky and she wouldn’t have had good connotations. 

“How are you feeling?” It felt like a dumb question to ask but he couldn’t help but ask it. It was something he needed to know. 

“I’m okay, weirdly.” She admitted. “I thought I’d feel more emotional. I don’t, though.” There was peace underneath it all. Yes, she’d deliberate later about how she would actually have the conversation with him about breaking up with him- but she wanted to enjoy her weekend with Harry first. “I think… I’ve known it’s been over for a bit and it felt nice to…” it was hard to say it out loud but not because she regretted it, but more so because it was difficult to put into words. “I think that I felt nice knowing he was getting to see that you care about me and you give me something he never has. Part of me felt guilty at first but not so much anymore. I forgot he was here most of the time.” Harry was her focus. 

“Okay.” He nodded, seeing that maybe it was something that she needed to think about some more on her own. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind she was going to go through with it, but he knew it had to be difficult to break up with someone. She was over him and that was clear, but the anxieties that surrounded all of that would rise to the surface soon and he didn’t want to make it worse. “We can talk about it some more later.” The last thing he wanted was to pull out of her but he needed to undo her restraint and make sure she was cleaned up and comfortable. “But for now, why don’t you let me clean you up, hm? I’ll order something for us on the room service menu, you won’t have to think about a thing.”

—-

One of the best parts about being with Harry was letting go. It wasn’t just physically, though that was nice- but emotionally, mentally. She felt the restraints slipping, allowing him to make decisions she usually would make herself. It wasn’t that he thought her as incapable, no. Not at all. But he wanted to make it easier for her. It started with him picking out food for her in the room service menu, and then her sleep set. The next morning, he’d asked her if she wanted him to do the same and she had shyly agreed. 

He picked out her outfit from the bag they’d packed for their little staycation- a lilac dress with a little cardigan to go overtop, her comfy pink cotton panties (which had surprised her considering there were sexier options) and her slightly beat up black converse. It was interesting to see what he had chosen to put on her, but she felt extra giddy as he let his eyes roam over her, humming in approval when she finished getting ready. 

“Love this.” He pinched the cardigan. “I like you in those. You look soft. You are soft- but S’like a reminder.” And fuck if she didn’t fall to her knees right then and there. “Can you put your hair up for me, please? S’a little windy today and I know it bothers you when it gets in your face. Or do you need help with it?” 

Y/N realistically didn’t need any help. Thousands of times she had tossed her hair up, but when it came to the specific ask… she wanted to have him do it. It took a few tries, but he got it eventually, focused on making sure there was no fall out except a few pieces that framed her face. “Beautiful.” 

It had haunted her all day, really. Flirting at the back of her mind, but knowing it wasn’t exactly the time to ask it. Was this something they could do all the time? Was that something that he’d want?

It came naturally to him. That much was very glaringly obvious. Harry was easy to slip into the dominant role both in and out of the bedroom and she wondered if he was fully aware how he was doing it as they walked around. They were only 30 minutes outside their town, but it felt like another universe as he held her hand firmly, making sure he walked on the side of the street near traffic, opened doors, ordered for her during lunch again, picked out some clothes she had trouble deciding on when they went into the shops. It felt right. 

She didn’t want to go home. 

As much as she missed his house and his dog, she wanted to live in this little world. 

“You’re quiet today.” He noticed. Of course he did. Y/N doubted there was much the man missed. When you first met him you wouldn’t expect the sharp eye for detail but she caught on fairly quickly how attentive he was to even the slightest shift in her demeanor or her face- or even her texts. 

“I’m sorry.” She apologized, sitting back on the hotel bed. They’d decided to spend their last night here before returning to Harry’s tomorrow. “I just don’t want this weekend to end.”

Harry’s shoulders dropped in what  seemed to be relief as he took a seat next to her, gingerly pulling her legs on his lap. “I don’t either. But we’ve got next weekend. Or… well.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Depending on when you have your discussion with Danny, I don’t think we’ll need to stick to just a weekend schedule. If that’s something you’d like, of course.”

Seeing him blush wasn’t super common, but it was fucking adorable. She wanted to coo but instead smiled, placing her hand over his as some of the nerves at the idea of him wanting to end all of this because her breakup with Danny would mean the deal was over slipping off her back. “Yeah? You don’t think you’d get sick of me?” 

The man scoffed. If only she knew just how clingy he had started to feel. How he had to talk himself out to texting her far more than he did, how he had tried his best to make sure he didn’t come on too strong when she was still figuring things out with her last relationship- but if she was willing to spend more time with him, he would take up every single crumb, every second, every tiny sliver her could. “I don’t think you really get how…” he sighed, readjusting the words. “I don’t think that you comprehend how much I’d love to have you around more often. I don’t think it’s possible for me to get sick of you.”

That brought a smile to her face. “I don’t know. I do sing a bit obnoxiously. And I keep forgetting to put the cap on the toothpaste…”

“As long as it’s a good song, I don’t mind. As for the toothpaste… we can work on it.” He raised an eyebrow. “I know plenty of ways to get you to remember. Don’t worry about that.”

[couldawouldashoulda50]

From Completely Different Worlds

A/N - Introducing a fic idea I had after the Maple Leaf's annual Easter Seals Skate event. I decided to try and write a something I know a little bit about, having worked as a PSW several years ago. I reached out to @misshoneyimhome about the idea and she graciously agreed to collaborate with me on this fic. Together we have spun ideas and I cannot thank her enough for reading through my long ramblings and giving feedback and encouragement, all the while she's got her own life to tend to. Brief Synopsis - this is a strangers to lovers trope with William Nylander and OC Loren Girard. William and Loren meet at the Easter Seals skate and sparks fly. Loren is cautious and shy as she still suffers from the memories from her ex-boyfriend after years of exploiting her every vulnerability. William of course is the polar opposite and they each feel a strong and instant connection with their first meeting. The two are truly from completely different worlds but a deep admiration grows between them....and this is their journey. Warnings - profanity, seizure disorder Word count - 5.3k

Chapter One - The Easter Seals Skate

“Jesus Christ Loren…you’re gonna end up killing me,” Gary said, his low and gruff voice travelling up to her ears from the back of the van.  Gary’s specific speech pattern always elongated words, like an unintentional drawl, and Loren could only groan and roll her eyes as a response.

“Hey - enough out of you.  It’s either you or me, pal…. I’d like to see you try driving in this traffic.  It’s insane…” Loren retorted, nodding towards the heavily congested westbound 401 highway in Toronto.

“A three-year-old could drive better than you” Gary quipped followed by his slow but voracious laughter.

“Jeeesus Gary - cool it, I gotta listen for the directions or else I’m going to end up getting lost.  Then you can forget about getting to the arena before our session starts,” Loren warned as her brows furrowed, trying to navigate the hydraulic mobility van towards the required exit off the highway.

Gary got the message and didn’t make another peep.

Loren manoeuvred the van from Kipling Avenue through the parking lot entrance of the Ford Performance Centre where the annual Skate for Easter Seals Kids with the Maple Leafs was to take place.

Loren breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw accessible parking spots available near the entrance for the skate participants. She carefully pulled into a spot, ensuring there was enough room for the wheelchair ramp to extend from the passenger side.

Loren sat still for a moment to try and settle her nerves.  Not only did the drive from Aurora to their current location in Toronto feel like she was driving in a Formula One race at certain points, but she was also about to take one of her most treasured people to meet members of the Maple Leafs.  She was beyond excited for him to finally have his dream come true and the anticipation made her heart race and stomach flip all at once.

It was during a long double shift at the group home, where Loren worked as a support worker, when she found the fundraiser for Easter Seals.  The fundraiser would allow participants a chance to skate with members of the Maple Leaf organization, players both active and alums.

Armed with a rush of adrenaline, she sifted through the information packets on the Easter Seals website, and mentally formulated a plan to make this happen for Gary.

With permission, Loren posted excerpts of Gary’s history, including his exceedingly difficult beginnings, where several of Gary’s medical issues went undiagnosed for far too long before coming into the folds of the subsidized organization he now was with.  Loren posted pictures of Gary’s ultimate Maple Leaf fandom; his signature blue bedroom, Maple Leaf throw blanket and matching pillows, banners, pictures, hockey cards and the unlicensed and unnamed Maple Leaf Jersey he bought for himself years ago from a large discount chain store.

With the added help of Loren’s parents, the registration fee was generously covered and overall, Gary’s campaign was extremely successful with raising just over $7,500.00 for Easter Seals.  Eventually, Gary and Loren received the big news that they were selected to attend the skate with the Leafs event.

Because of the work she put in to make this happen, naturally Loren was chosen from the staff to go with Gary to the Leaf’s practice facility.  Aside from being the obvious choice, Loren could skate which made this even more exciting in Gary’s mind.

Gary could not imagine a more perfect day; his favourite worker, speeding him around on the ice and being introduced to as many Leafs players as possible.

As March inched along, Gary had Loren make a giant red ‘X” on each day that had passed off his Maple Leaf calendar which Loren bought him for Christmas.   Although Loren’s financial situation was not terribly flexible, she wanted to ensure Gary had at least a few presents to open, having no family of his own.  Loren’s family has unofficially adopted Gary and always helped Loren with gifts to give Gary for Christmas’ and birthdays.

A few days before the event, Gary was constantly asking Loren questions about the details of the day.  Every day, he asked the same questions:

Does she know how to get there?

Are her skates sharp?

How long is the drive?

What time do we leave?

Will the whole team be there?

What is she wearing?

And every day she answered him, jokingly telling him if he asks her this stuff again, she’ll have to get the duct tape out.

When March 15th finally arrived, Gary had awakened excessively early; he had been bathed, shaved and was dressed in all of his Leaf gear hours before Loren’s arrival.  He wheeled himself back and forth from one room to another all throughout the morning, trying to pass the time before Loren walked through the door.

Loren arrived well before her shift began at 10:30. The very moment she stepped through the door, Gary’s already at her to get ready to leave.

“Thought you’d never get here” Gary said in his typical teasing manner, as Loren removed her boots at the door.

Loren glanced over at Kathy, her co-worker, and shook her head, as she smirked to herself.

Kathy stepped back and crossed her arms, looking at Loren “And look at you there, Miss I’m-gonna-get-me-a-hot-hockey husband today…you with your Matthews jersey on.  Isn’t he single?  If he is, one look at you in his jersey, he may not be for long,” Kathy said with an over-pronounced wink.

“Aren’t you the one looking for a hot husband?  ‘Cause it sure ain’t me…” Loren teased back.  “I wouldn't mind meeting Nylander though - I like his game.  Oh, no, maybe not…I’d get all tongue-tied and not be able to speak - I bet he’s way too like ‘I’m the guy’”, Loren said, mimicking a snob.

“Oh - if only Shanahan was single, I’d climb him in a heartbeat.   Just to be a hot 25-year-old again…” Kathy sighed with a smile, acting overly dramatic.

“Are you talking about me?  I’m 29 and broke…that pretty much sums me up” Loren muttered, followed by a chuckle.  “And you already have a husband, anyway”.

Kathy laughed “Ahhh yes, that old lump on the couch this morning…my husband. He said he hopes you see Jake McCabe - maybe get a picture of him and send it along if you can?  Mmmmm - he’s another one I’d love to have some alone time with”, Kathy said, not quite under her breath.

“Jesus, Kathy…. go and cool off outside” Loren quipped.  “But yeah, for sure, I’ll try…all I know is that there’s two rinks and the players are split between the two, so there’s no guarantee which player will be at which rink”.

“Will you two just stop your yapping - let’s gooooo…” Gary said impatiently as he backed his wheelchair away from the kitchen table and headed toward the front door.

Kathy and Loren stand there watching Gary with their arms crossed.

“Gary, I know you can tell time.  I’m actually early…I’m not even supposed to be here right now” Loren reminded Gary, knowing he is anxious to get on the road.  “Look, I know this is important but hey - I’m the whole reason you’re getting to do this so cut me some slack, ok?  We’ll be on our way soon, I promise,” Loren said gently.

“Gary was up at 6am apparently, so Julie got him bathed at least before her shift ended,” Kathy added.  “Hopefully you’re not going to be too tired to even have any fun there, Gary”.

“Alright, listen Gary, we’ll have to take the 401 there since we can’t use the toll route - sorry buddy.  I just can’t afford the fees to take the 407 even though it would get us there faster.  We need to be there an hour before your session starts, ok?  So, I’ll get that neck pillow for you…so you can snooze on the ride down?  It might do you some good if you do,” Loren said, patting Gary’s shoulder.

Loren busied herself gathering all the supplies and wheelchair accessories that Gary would need for the afternoon.  Loren silently reminded herself repeatedly to get the anti-tip bars for his manual wheelchair that were removed previously for some unknown reason.

It’s not long before Loren has accounted for all of his medical and personal supplies packed in a backpack and hung it on the back of Gary’s chair.

As Loren washed her hands in the washroom, she took a long look in the mirror and recounted the light-hearted exchange with Kathy.

29 and broke Loren thought to herself.

29, broke, and single came the next thought.

Loren paused at the sink; her head dropped as she inhaled deeply.

29 and healthy.

Broke but a homeowner.

Single and free.

These thoughts entered her mind and quickly superseded the negativity.  This is what she chose to remind herself of when she got down on herself.

Not wanting to tempt fate - or maybe it’s just logical given Toronto traffic - Loren decided to leave 45 minutes early just to ensure they were guaranteed extra time.  After all, loading and unloading Gary from the van was nothing like the average person getting in and out of a vehicle.  Ramps had to be lowered, hydraulics had to be in working order, vehicle safety checks, and harnesses had to be fastened to multiple spots on his wheelchair and tightened to ensure his wheelchair would not shift during the ride.

It wasn't long after Loren pulled the van onto the highway to head down to Toronto, she looked in the rearview mirror to see Gary’s head leaning on his neck pillow, fast asleep.

Now that Loren had reached the arena, even though she was a bit frazzled, she shook off her anxiety. She hopped down from the driver’s seat and opened the van's side door. One by one, Loren released Gary’s wheelchair from the multiple harnesses. As she wheeled him onto the hydraulic ramp, a group of kids walking by watched as Loren lowered the ramp using the control panel.

One of the kids passing by called out how cool Gary’s van was which made him laugh, and he followed up with a wave.  Loren was relieved as in her experience, kids on the occasion had not always been kind to Gary, or others she had supported who were disadvantaged.

Loren grabbed her freshly sharpened skates, locked the van and navigated herself and Gary to the entrance, where they would be signed in for their session.

There were throngs of people everywhere, but thanks to the friendliness of the multiple coordinators and volunteers, Loren was directed to the proper stations, and eventually, the pair were cleared to enter the doors for Rink #1.  Not long after, Loren was able to find a suitable spot to change into her skates.

Gary quietly sat in his chair, taking it all in.  Loren watched his expression from time to time wondering if, given his past, how he must be truly feeling to be inside this rink, on the cusp of meeting his beloved team.  The team that was likely the only constant thing he ever had in his life.

Once Loren was ready to go, another volunteer ushered them toward the gate that would be the easiest to head out on the ice with a wheelchair.  By some small miracle, Loren and Gary were amongst the first in line, and eventually, the gate was opened, and they headed out onto the ice.

As if he was meant to do a rookie lap, Loren skated around the perimeter with Gary first, and then toward the middle of the ice as more people began to arrive.

Loren could hear Gary chuckling and a quiet “wooooo” would escape from his mouth every so often.

It was when Gary first spotted Ryan Reaves come out onto the ice that he really let his excitement show.  Ryan was followed by Morgan Rielly, Jake McCabe and John Tavares.  There were people milling about everywhere looking to get as close as possible to each of the players making an entrance.

“Holy shit, Gary - do you see them? I cannot believe you’re going to get a chance to meet them!” Loren said, leaning over his shoulder.  “Who do you want to try meet first?”

“Yeah - let’s do Reavo…” Gary said, loud enough for his voice to carry.

As Loren looked to her right, she could see Auston Matthews signing autographs from the bench along the boards.  Gary hollered “Auston Matthews” loud enough for Auston to look over and wave.

Loren found herself even more star-struck than Gary. Her cheeks, which had started as a nice rosé, now felt like they were blazing just from seeing the players she had only ever seen on TV.

Ryan looked over his shoulder as Loren and Gary approached the line to meet him.  Loren certainly stood out to Ryan as she effortlessly and gracefully skated with a wheelchair through the obstacle of people whether they were in wheelchairs, sledges, on foot, or on skates.

Ryan finished up with a small group of kids that had surrounded him and eventually made his way over to greet the pair.

“Hey - how’s it goin?  I’m Ryan,” he said, extending his large first for a bump with Gary’s.

“I’m Gary….and this is the old ball and chain,” Gary said dryly as he pointed over his shoulder.

Ryan’s laughter reverberated off the boards and the glass.

“Really Gary? Jeeeezus,” Loren laughed, extending her hand to the handsome and towering forward.  “I’m Loren, Gary’s support person”.

In mere seconds, Gary had launched into a one-man comedy routine, and teasing Loren became the main act.  Gary had always had an extremely dry sense of humour and Ryan’s boisterous laugh only further encouraged Gary’s comedic attacks on Loren.

It wasn’t long before Ryan had motioned for a few of his teammates to come over and hear his new buddy, Gary, incessantly rib his beautiful support worker, who (thankfully) seemed to be able to laugh along with Gary’s sarcastic repartee.

“Hey - Willy!” Ryan hollered, followed by a very pronounced wave for him to come over.

As Loren glanced to her left, she was not at all prepared for the immediate and intense feeling of raging butterflies in her stomach as William Nylander skated towards the group, smiling wide as he scanned the faces standing there.

“Willy, you gotta meet Gary here,” Ryan motions to Gary, and Gary extends his fist towards William for a quick touch of their fists.

“Hey Gary - nice to meet you, man”, William grinned.  He looked to Loren and introduced himself.

“Hi there, I’m Willy,” he said, flashing his usual debonaire smile.

Loren could feel the sudden pressure of blood rushing to her face.  Her brain was telling her to keep calm, which she came to realise that she was failing miserably at.

“Um, hi - yeah, I know…I’m…uh…” Loren trailed off, visibly flustered as her mind went completely blank.

5-alarm heat had risen into Loren’s neck and face, enough to elicit a layer of perspiration under her collar.

Gary batted Loren’s arm, shaking his head and scoffing at her as she tried to collect herself enough to even utter her name.

“Sorry…. Will - um, yeah…. I’m Loren, Gary’s support person” she managed to finally say, shaking William’s hand.

Fuck Loren…. good work, nice job she chastised herself in her mind.

As though Gary could read Loren’s thoughts, he muttered as he says “Good job” over shoulder to Loren, scoffing once again and chuckles as the rest of the group does the same.

“She can’t even remember her name and she gets paid to look after me”, Gary said as he continued his teasing remarks toward Loren.  “Christ, she almost killed me on the way here with her driving,” he said, a little too matter-of-factly.

The group of players erupted with laughter.

“Gary - ” Loren began to warn.

“You know what she does?  She jabs me with my insulin needle” Gary chuckles.

“Gary - I do not jab - “ Loren’s mouth dropped, and she glanced apologetically around at the group, shaking her head as she started to laugh.

Gary kept going with his chirps. “I don’t know if she’ll even be able to get me home…. she’ll get lost.  Christ, she gets lost in a parking lot”.

That did it.  Loren hung her head in defeat as Gary slapped the arm of his wheelchair laughing loudly.

More laughter from the players filled the air, along with William’s iconic giggle, as Loren smiled and nodded her head saying “Hey Gary - remember our conversation before about the duct tape?  I brought some, just in case…wanna keep testing me?”

Hearing her innocent threat and the overly dramatic eye roll from Gary made William laugh even louder.  Loren may have lost most of the verbal battles versus Gary but with that one come-back, it seemed to have the desired effect.

William found himself instantly drawn to Loren. Her classic beauty was evident, but it was her sweet and funny disposition that fascinated him. He could see she was different from most of the girls who constantly vied for his attention and affection. William admired how she interacted with Gary, noticing her kindness and genuine care. The way she handled his teasing showed how close they really were. At the very least, she seemed to have a good sense of humor.

“Hey Gary, you want me to take you for a skate?” William asked, bending down slightly to keep in Gary’s line of sight.  Turning to Loren, William asked if she would like to join them for a few laps around the ice.

Before Loren could respond, Gary interjected with “Yeah, she’d like that.  She thinks you’re cute…”.

Loren drops her face into her hands from sheer embarrassment, while William laughed and said, “I think she might jab you again with your needle if you don’t stop teasing her there, Gary”.

A low laugh was Gary’s response.

William pushed Gary’s chair towards center ice while Loren skated beside them.  It’s not long before the trio were laughing with some light-hearted banter, thanks to Gary’s mildly sardonic commentary.

After a couple of laps around the rink, Loren realized there were so many others waiting to meet William so she offered to step in and start pushing Gary herself.

“Thank you so much for taking Gary for a little spin - we don’t want to keep you from seeing everyone else that came today, right Gary?”

As Loren leaned over Gary’s shoulder to have a glimpse at his face and make sure he heard her, Loren’s heart sank.   Gary was slightly slumped over to one side of his wheelchair and his mouth showed a very pronounced droop.

Immediately recognizing the change in Gary's behaviour, she turned to William and spoke quietly.  “I’m sorry William, I have to try and get Gary off the ice; I think he’s about to have a seizure”.

Before William had a chance to respond, Loren pushed Gary to the closest exit, by the entrance for the zamboni.

Just as Gary’s chair reached the pavement, his body began to seize.  Gary’s seizures were not new to Loren, and her experience quickly showed as she engaged his wheelchair brakes and stood in her usual position behind Gary, monitoring the time from the start of the seizure.

Ryan, Max and William stepped off the ice toward the spot where Loren was with Gary.  The men stood close by and watched as Loren spoke soothingly in Gary’s ear, softly telling him he’s ok - that he will be ok - and that she’s there with him all the way.

Concerned about their new buddy, William and Ryan stepped forward alongside Gary’s chair trying to provide some additional support.

Loren looked at the men apologetically.  “Thanks so much but it’s best if you guys stand back.  Gary could grab a hold of one of you, your hand - anything - and unknowingly hurt you…his hands are like vice-grips right now, so it’s better to stay clear.  But I really appreciate you both trying to talk to him.”

A couple volunteers at the event had been made aware of Gary’s episode, and helped the Paramedics find Loren.   The organisers swiftly offered a spot in the therapy room for Gary to recover and be examined once his seizure ended.

William watched as Loren and the Paramedics continued to monitor Gary.  He watched Loren calmly watch the clock, provide information to the Paramedics and talk to Gary without missing a beat.  As he skated off to continue signing autographs for the remainder of the session, William’s heart broke a little for Gary, having only spent 10 minutes out of the hour-long event, meeting the players in attendance.

Before long, William watched as Loren disappeared with Gary towards the locker room.  He fought the sudden and profound urge to slip his skates off and run after her.  It was an unexpected sensation for William to want to console a total stranger; yet Loren’s magnetism had already pulled him in, and all he wanted now was to be next to her.

The remainder of the session passed quickly and one by one, the players made their way into the locker room.

Loren remained by Gary’s side as he recovered after the seizure.  He was exhausted and slightly confused and found it difficult to verbally engage with anyone.  Loren had her hand on his back as lay on one of the beds where the players would often receive their various treatments after practice.

Ryan and John Tavares had already made their way into the room and showed obvious worry as they spoke with Loren.

William made his way over to Loren and when she spotted him, she smiled at him warmly.

“How’s he doin’?” William asked, shooting a concerned look toward Gary.

“I think he’ll be ok now - it just takes a lot out of him so we’re letting him rest a bit more before I take him home.”

William paused, unsure if any of his questions would be considered off limits or impolite.

“Can I ask something?  How did you know - like, how could you see that it was going to happen?”

“Sometimes I just manage to catch a change in Gary’s behaviour.  I’m not always right - but given the circumstances, with where we are, meeting you guys, all the people and activity, even the lights…he went from his little comedy routine to not being able to speak or move.  It’s called an aura - a change in behaviour before the seizure takes hold,” Loren explained.

William had a million questions and was eager to ask them all, just to be with Loren as long as he possibly could.  But he second guessed whether he should, knowing that Loren had begun to look weary from the after-effects of Gary’s episode.

“Are you doing ok?” a gentle smile spanned his face.

“Me?  I am - thank you again for trying to help earlier too.  I hope I wasn’t too harsh…I just didn’t want to see you, Gary or anyone else get hurt.” Loren said apologetically.

Before William could respond, two members of the event committee for both MLSE and Easter Seals approached Loren and William and apologised for interrupting.

“Hi, I’m Thom Comrie and this is Natalie Singh - we helped organise the event.” Thom said as he shook Loren’s and William’s hand.  “Gary brought in one of the highest totals for this fundraiser, and we were so sorry to hear he missed most of the skate.  We were hoping to get some more information about Gary before you leave?”

Loren glanced at William and thanked him for coming to check on Gary.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes to check on you before you go,” William said and reluctantly walked towards his stall in the adjoining locker room.

“Willy - Willy-um - Villi-um….how’s it goin’...I haven’t had a chance to talk to you since we’ve been here.” Mitch said as he changed his t-shirt.

“Hey Mitchy - buddy…it’s good, I think…goin good,” William chuckled.

“So what was going on there - you took that guy out for a skate and then next thing I know, he’s gone.  And….who’s the girl with him?” Mitch said under his breath, looking to see if there was anyone else around.

“The guy’s name’s Gary and right after I took him around the ice a couple of times, Loren - the girl…his support girl - you know - saw that something wasn’t right, and he ended up having a seizure.” William explained quietly.

“Shit, really? Awh…that’s too bad…I heard some of the guys saying he was cracking everyone up by chirping…what’s her name again?” Mitch said.

“Looor-eeennn - Jesus Mitch, you have the worst memory sometimes,” William teased.

“Fuck you dude - look who’s talking…saying I have a terrible memory when you’re the one that leaves shit behind everywhere we go,” Mitch laughed. “You’re forever on fucking - what - TikTok using the Find my Phone feature because you lost your fucking phone…again…” Mitch continued ribbing William.

“Ah yeah, ok - whatever buddy,” William smiled as he messed with Mitch’s hair.

Max and Auston walk from the kitchen area to the locker room, arguing about some nonsense.

“So, what’s the verdict fellas - you wanna meet at Mitchy’s restaurant for 8:00?  Give Willy some extra naptime?” Max laughs, giving William a wink and a nudge.

“Yeah, he might need it if one of those waitresses from last time wears him down to take them home.  Actually both girls were making a play for him so yeah…tag team situation for sure”, Auston smiles at his long-time friend and teammate.

William just laughed along with the rest of the boys, but truth be told, he hoped neither were working.  Both waitresses were blatantly fawning all over William the last time he was at Mitch’s newly opened restaurant, so much so that once the bill was settled, he swiftly disappeared through a back exit.

After Auston and Mitch departed, Max stayed behind with William.

“Hey, uh…what happened to Gary?  Fuck he was funny cracking off on his caregiver.  Imagine her looking after you every day - she’s fucking stunning”, Max said, smiling and wide-eyed as he looked at William.

“They’re still here - in the therapy room.  I was just about to go back there to say goodbye,” William nodded his head towards the doorway.  “You coming in?”.

Max motioned for William to lead the way.  As they entered the adjacent room, they watched Loren slowly and carefully transition Gary from the bed to his wheelchair.  Gary’s body was extremely stiff and weak, and Loren ensured she was fully stabilised as she had to bear most of his body weight.

Loren quietly talked to Gary as she fastened him into his chair and reassured him that they would be home soon, and he could rest some more before dinner.

“How ya’ doin’ Gary?” Max said, trying to sound upbeat.

Gary could only muster a quiet “okay”.

Loren smiled at the players and thanked them again for their concern.  She was pleasantly surprised that either of the men thought to drop by before they left.

Despite feeling like she made an ass of herself in front of William during her introduction, she had long filed that moment in the back of her head. In its place, she had felt a certain kind of comfort in his company during the short skate they had together.  He was just easy.  Easy to talk with.  Most certainly easy to look at.

Max kneeled beside Gary’s chair. “I’ve gotta take off.  Gary, buddy…feel better, ok?  It was great meeting you and I hope to see you sometime soon, ok?  Maybe get the old ball and chain to bring you back down to see us again?”  Max turned toward Loren and grinned, giving her a hug.  “So sorry you guys missed out on today. Maybe the organisation will do something for you guys.”.

Loren was totally overwhelmed with appreciation.  “I think they’re working on something – but you all have been incredible; I am just blown away by all of the care and concern you guys showed.”

“Well, I’m glad they’re looking into it. I better be off – Loren, take care…hope to see you again.  Willy - see you later, pal,” Max said as he patted William on his shoulder.

Loren turned to William.  “I cannot tell you enough how much I appreciate everything you did for him today.  It really means the world to Gary; you made his whole decade by taking him out for that skate.”

William smiled and looked toward the ground as he blushed.

“It was no problem, honestly.  You two are pretty funny when Gary gets going with his jokes,” William chuckled.

“Like an old married couple, eh Gare?” Loren said as she placed her hands on Gary’s shoulders.

William paused as he glanced at Loren and then Gary.

“Hey, well…listen, I would love to know that you got home ok…here, I’ll give you my number,” William said, and he stepped forward to show Loren his phone screen.

Loren’s stomach flipped.

His number??  Loren screamed inside her mind.

Once again, she felt she failed miserably at keeping her composure, and her hand shook a little as she typed in the digits into her phone.

Loren could feel the heat rising in her face, but nevertheless she managed to speak.  “For sure, I’ll let you know that we got home ok.  Thanks again, William.  It was so nice meeting you.”

William opened his arms for a hug and as Loren hugged him back, she couldn’t help making mental notes so she could always return to that moment in her memory.  She tried to memorize everything. Where his hands were placed on her body as he briefly held her. His scent which was so dizzying and delicious that it made her feel weak in the knees.  The few seconds Loren spent in William’s arms, triggered something inside of her that she could not quite place.  She spent the entire drive home racking her brain trying to figure it out.  With the Friday afternoon commute fully underway, Loren was grateful for the distraction trying to pinpoint that sensation she felt when William hugged her.

Eventually, Loren’s mind drifted to the other interactions with the players and personnel throughout the afternoon and she felt a mix of being drained and exhilarated at the same time. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that it was definitely an unusual afternoon.

She could hardly wait to pull into her own driveway at her own house, draw a hot bath, change into her comfortable clothes and sit back with a glass of wine. Until then, she allowed her mind to rewind and replay every moment she spent in the Swedish superstar’s presence before she snapped back to reality knowing that she’s never going to see him again.

[voidarchivefiles]

Ancient void practices

I went through some success stories and tagged the ones that entered the void through yoga nidra and lucid dreaming cos these two ancient practices have always fascinated me since they're deeply centred around our state of consciousness and are also known portals to out of body experiences/shifting/the void. Read them if you need some motivation! Also see my recent post on lucid dreaming if you're interested in entering the void through that.

Anyway, if you have doubts about the void, I think a great anchor is leaning into practices that have roots dating back to ancient times and researching them and of course, reading more widely than just Tumblr. When you do this, you'll know that this state isn't something that was invented by Tumblr and has existed since.. forever because well, it's pure consciousness lol. And the void/turiya/samadhi has been known way before Neville's time. From my research, it's the main goal of yoga practitioners as well but they pursue it for the purpose of enlightenment and peace as opposed to manifesting desires.

The rest of this post is a dump of interesting excerpts from my research on yoga, samadhi and turiya and its links to manifesting, reality shifting and the void state. You can also do your own research although there's no need to overdo it :)

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This extract seems to be talking about reality shifting/manifesting/instant creation. I am curious on where we could learn more about yogis doing this!

Trapped in Your Own World Many yogis have created their own worlds and been trapped in realities like this. I am going into an area which is a twilight zone, but there are many yogis who have created their own world around themselves. A yogi goes into a cave and actually creates his own universe and lives there. This is not a joke. He creates everything that he wants – his own kind of planets, his own kind of earth, his own kind of everything – and lives there very happily. A universe is contained inside the cave. You can create a whole universe in an atom’s space because “here and there” and “this much and that much” are a creation of the mind. There are many yogis like this, but they are no closer to realization than you. He lives in a different world, that is all. He is probably more caught up than you, because he is also the creator. He has learned the art of creation. This does not become an ultimate release. This just becomes a different kind of action, a different way of doing things. An artist draws a new world on a canvas. A yogi actually creates it. The artist’s creation is two-dimensional, whereas the yogi’s is three-dimensional. This is more deceptive. An artist can get so involved in the world he is creating that he starts believing it is true, and it is true for him. A poet believes that whatever he writes is the truth. Similarly, a painter deeply involved in what he is doing believes what he is painting is the truth. When two-dimensional things are like this, if you create three-dimensional things around yourself, you are definitely going to be more caught up with them. Source

To be honest, I have no idea what the difference is between samadhi and turiya in yoga terms. I tried looking into it but it's still not clear to me. If you research into both terms, they come up with very similar definitions.

Yoga nidra and the void (turiya)

By means of Yoga Nidra, skilled practitioners seek to access Turiya, not just when in meditation or absorbed samadhi states, but in all variations of consciousness- encompassing waking, dreaming and deep sleep. They seek lucidity in all states. Yoga Nidra is a powerful practice that guides us beyond mind and in fact turns mind upon itself where its obscuring nature is dissolved to reveal the inner Light that is perennially Bright, with eyes closed or open. Source

What is turiya?

Source: Radiant Rest: Yoga Nidra for Deep Relaxation and Awakened Clarity by Tracee Stanley

Turiya is not a state apart from the grosser states but pervades all levels of reality as superconsciousness. Ramana Maharshi interprets turiya as the natural state that permeates the other states, the only whole reality. The Mandukya Upanishad discusses turiya as pure consciousness, which is indescribable, incomprehensible, and unthinkable by the mind, but ultimately realized as the one true self. Source

The four states of consciousness are jagrat, svapna, shushupti and turiya. Jagrat is waking consciousness, svapna is the dream consciousness, shushupti is the deep sleep consciousness and turiya is higher consciousness which is beyond all previous states. Entering the state of turiya requires inner silence. It can be achieved when the mind is free of mental blocks and bondages with time and space. The goal of yoga and meditation is to achieve turiya, where oneness is felt with the universe. Source

There are three states only, the waking, dream and sleep. Turiya is not a fourth one; it is what underlies these three. But people do not readily understand it. Therefore it is said that this is the fourth state and the only Reality. In fact it is not apart from anything, for it forms the substratum of all happenings; it is the only Truth; it is your very Being. The three states appear as fleeting phenomena on it and then sink into it alone. Therefore they are unreal. Source

[musekicker]

Set in the Bill wins au, A moment where Ford literally can't disobey orders.

Day.. well who really knew what day number is was with time under Bill's control? But it had been awhile since Bill had gotten everything he wanted. His henchmanics spreading their mayhem through the world. Bill often times joining them. Though he did have a reason to return to the Fearamid often.

His captive human.

Ford was not taking the loss of everything he knew and his gilded cage treatment well at all. The human was still stubborn even after everything. It would be endearing if it were not so frustrating.

Bill however had a plan to break a bit of that stubbornness. And it was in Bill's secret alcohol and snack stash. The really good shit he kept away from his friends.

He had access to a large variety of fun treats and drinks really. What was it about not needing to actually eat or drink that made the act of doing either feel so hedonistic? Maybe it was the use of resources that Bill just did not need.

In any case, Bill was seeking out a particular brand of drink tonight. And when Bill found the stormy purple bottle with equally purple liquid, he stroked the side of the bottle. Dark thoughts about the fun he could had tonight with his favorite human.

Getting Ford to drink the stuff wasn't that hard. Not when using his powers to make the drink look just like water. And though at first Ford had tried refusing food at drink, enough threats pointed at Ford's trapped in a dream bubble had convinced him to just eat and drink what was given him.

The effects of the drink were fast, Ford's world suddenly swaying a bit.

"Bill... what did you do?" Ford asked, correctly guessing that Bill had done something.

"Oh, that would be the drink working on you." Bill said.

Looking at the glass again, Ford saw that the liquid was purple. He dropped the glass in terror. Bill made the glass disappear before it could hit the floor and break.

"It.. I thought it was water. You told me-" Ford said.

"I tell you a lot of things Sixer. Doesn't make most of them true." Bill said. "But here is the truth now. What you just drank is referred to as "Bird song wine". Called that because drinking that makes you do and say anything the first person you see tells you to. Fun little interrogation tool."

"I just took one sip.." Ford said, sounding just a touch forlorn.

"All it takes." Bill said with a touch of glee.

"If you had this, why did you bother with torturing me and using my family as a way to get me to tell you the equation?" Ford asked.

"A good question! Good to know your brain hasn't gone stagnate yet." Bill said.

Ford looked up at Bill to give him a sour laced glare. Bill continued.

"The answer to that question is that it takes a while to brew. Even with my powers sometimes you got to wait. But you got the first taste of this batch. Feel honored!" Bill said.

Ford's glare did not break off of Bill. Bill didn't care.

What he did care about was getting to the fun.

"Get on your knees." Bill told Ford.

The words had a instant effect. Even as Ford opened his mouth to tell Bill what he could do with these orders, Ford found his legs starting to shake. To the point that they seemed ready to give out from under him. He had to kneel or risk falling right onto his face.

Once his knees touched the floor Ford made a attempt to get up despite his still shaking legs.

"Stay on your knees." Bill ordered.

Now Ford's legs were no longer shaking. Instead they felt so heavy. Impossible to move. The shape of Bill's eye, somewhat half lidded like a content cat, showed just how very pleased Bill was by this.

To Ford, it was starting to sink in how bad this was. A great number of things could happen here. Ford couldn't do much to stop any of it before. But being unable to fight any of the abuse that was coming his way was terrifying. He tried not to gulp as he stared at Bill.

"That was a easy one. And you did it so fast I'll reward you with another easy one." Bill said.

Bill floated closer to Ford. Ford tried to rise from the floor once more but still heavy legs. He suspected it would be that way until Bill gave a order that would conflict with or over rule the last order. Or the effect of the drink wore off. Whichever came first.

Now Bill was right in front of Ford. For a moment Bill took in the sight. The his hand went towards Ford's face...

The stopped just short of touching. The back of his hand was now presented to Ford.

"Kiss my hand." Bill said.

Ford grit his teeth at the order. It would not matter how much the thought of such a tender act given to his bitter enemy made him want to spit bile. The back of Bill's hand was waiting.

"Any time now, Sixer." Bill said in a slightly sing song fashion.

The fight to disobey the order did not last much longer. Even when he closed his eyes to avoid looking at Bill's hand the pain was a constant, thrumming feeling in his head. Finally he could not stand the pain any longer.

Almost carefully he took up Bill's hand in his. A incline of Ford's head and his lips were at the back of Bill's hand.

Bill felt what acted as blood for him rush. He hadn't expected such a simple, soft act to affect him like this. Even if the act was only because of a drink. It brought a slightly more red hue to his normal yellow.

Ford meanwhile tested the power of the drink a bit. He had had to kiss Bill's hand because of it. But would it stop him from doing something more. Before Bill knew what was happening, Ford's teeth bit into Bill's hand. Bill yelped and pulled back.

Ford had bit down hard enough to draw blood. Black with golden specks blood was now smeared on Ford's face. And the taste of Bill's blood was in his mouth. It made Ford think of nightmares, stars, and oddly enough a touch of cinnamon.

He really wished he could wash his mouth out right now. But as it was, the blood was already beginning to dry on his lips. Bill was still looking at the bite wound. Though not for very long as the wound was already healing. Once the wound was gone Bill looked at Ford.

Ford expected rage or to be hurt back for his attack. The number of things Bill could do to him without killing him was staggering. His mind was close to spiraling when he realized something.

Bill was laughing.

"A little more bite to you then I remember. I love that." Bill cackled.

Bill then leaned in, his eye focused on Ford and only Ford. Then that eye opened to a toothy maw. The sight made Ford freeze. He had mental images of Bill biting off something like a hand or-

"I'll return the favor soon enough." Bill promised through the eye mouth. "Mark you up more so everyone knows you are mine."

A dark moment that Ford did not doubt would be revisited later if he stayed trapped in Bill's grip. In the next moment Bill's eye turned back to normal. Or as normal enough as anything was for Bill.

Then Bill gripped Ford's chin. Ford didn't bother trying to bite again. There was clearly no point in the action.

Bill seemed to be thinking. Probably coming up with the next order. Ford had the fear that Bill's next order would be something more invasive. More then how the kissing Bill's hand had felt. Though he knew that was still a fairly tame demand.

Ford was stared at so long that Bill was starting to feel awkward. Then Bill's eye lit up literally. Bill had come up with something. Ford went stiff, knowing something bad was coming. But the next words that came out of Bill were not expected.

"Now, tell me the truth, Sixer. How much did you miss me?" Bill asked.

The feeling of pain was there almost immediately. As if the magic at work sensed that Ford would put up more of a fight at this order. And he did fight it. Enough that Ford's hands and teeth clenched.

It was more then the wanting to not obey any orders given from Bill. It was because he knew what words would come out of his mouth. Even though he hated Bill so much that the thought of him made Ford's blood boil, there were old, strong emotions mixed in.

Ford would had rather died then letting Bill know any of that information.

That said, it hurt. A acid like burning sensation that started from the back of his throat. And the longer he tried to keep his mouth shut the further the pain spread.

"Come on Sixer, I know you can do it." Bill said in a tone that just felt like a smirk.

"You really want to know how I feel? Fine!" Ford hissed. "You were the center of my universe. My sun. I thought that you were my muse. I... I thought you were my friend! So that... that I do miss." Ford said.

Bill had knew Ford could get very poetic. And Bill had heard many things in his time of existence. But this, oh this was the sweetest thing that he had ever heard.

The wistful look in Bill's eye must had sparked thoughts of how much Bill had really betrayed Ford. Because Ford's next words were said with such venom behind them.

"But that was the past! It doesn't mean anything now." Ford insisted.

Of course Ford had to add that. As hollow as it felt after all he had just said.

"Oh, but it does to me." Bill said.

Bill's grip grew tighter as sharp claws grew from his fingers. Ford tried not to yelp as the claws dug into skin. Ford was bleeding from those claw tip wounds. Bill idly thought about tasting that blood, licking it off his claws. But first, he had a point to make.

"This could go on and on you know? I could drug all your food and drink, order you to eat it even though you know full well that the drugs are in there. You wouldn't ever be able to fight me ever again." Bill continued.

Ford's back and shoulders grew stiff at those words.

"Not on staying here with me. And certainly not on any activities that I've been wanting to do with you for so long."

Bill's words had dark promises behind them. He finally let go of Ford's chin, long enough to make his eye a mouth again, licking the blood off his claws as he had thought about. Ford made a expression of disgust.

This time when Bill floated closer, Ford made a attempt to push Bill away. The action made Bill's eye narrow just a bit. The song bird wine did not last that long it seemed. Not nearly as long as Bill would had liked. As it was now, Ford was not strong enough to break the control fully but getting close.

This particular fun was soon to end.

Bill could easily just make Ford drink more of the drink, that wonderful cocktail. Maybe even up the amount of the Bird Song wine that went into the mix. If he was going to go down that road he would have to start having a large amount of the stuff made. That would take time.

That was okay. Bill could still have so much fun with Ford. He had Ford where he wanted him. And if time still existed, he would have all the time in the world.

[windvexer]

🥴Should I just like , re do the two spells I’ve done in the last week? I don’t think I’ve done either of them right , I just used correspondences I found and candles. I was on my phone half the time too.

Here is what I think I would tell a friend if they asked:

1. No. First, study the school of magic you want to effectively use.

2. Then, compare your current techniques to the core foundational techniques that system advises. Where are the differences?

3. Analyze your spells. According to what you've learned about magic, should your spells still work according to this system?

4. If enough time hasn't passed, wait and see if there is any level of manifestation. Manifestation in spellcasting can be surprising and miraculous and come through even if some blogger is out here bitching about how technique is everything.

5. If manifestation is not evident, rework your spells and cast them again when you want to.

6. Although it isn't universal, a foundational magical belief in many of the systems I am familiar with requires proficiency in controlling and utilizing altered states of consciousness, and learning how to enter a state which is separate from everyday modes of consciousness.

This shifting of consciousness can be performed in many ways, such as:

Building a sacred space within which to perform magic so that the powers and aesthetics shift your consciousness

Practicing breathing techniques and guided meditation until you can enter trance at-will

Practicing dance or ecstatic movement to induce trance

Reefer (with extra steps)

It is within the state of altered consciousness in which inner magic is accessed (as opposed to the outer techniques of written spells). Within this state, a practitioner can begin to unlock the magical nature within themselves and connect to powers and the allies of Witchcraft.

Within this state, practitioners can learn and encode techniques within themselves that they can then later on perform without actively going into a trance state.

However, I am not sure that I can say that regardless of my experience and training,

I would ever be able to perform a spell when half of it was spent on my phone.

Even without actively entering trance, I don't know if I know how to do magic on purpose and get results without paying attention.

I believe that sometimes, spells made up of candles and herbs, spoken over while scrolling through TikTok, can produce magical results.

After all, that spell was borne of true power, and power clings like perfume long after the gods that bore it have left the room. When the candle is lit, the world may still shudder at the scent.

A witch is not someone who can do spells. Anyone can do spells. A witch is someone who knows and can apply the crafts of the witch.

And one of those important crafts is trance. Working with trance, dreams, and altered states of consciousness is I think probably one of the most core and inalienable tenants of witchcraft.

Even if only for an instant, my experience with magic is that there is a shift. A shift that you must show up for. A shift that you must practice to experience, and prepare yourself to capitalize on when the moment arrives.

So if you are approaching witchcraft, or even spellwork in general, as something quite a bit like making a box dinner, I suspect results may be unsatisfactory.

Ideally, in all of this I am wrong, and your spells will work perfectly.

[sailtomarina]

10-minute Surprise

“Professor, if I may have a moment of your time?” 

Hermione swept past his Potions students where they leaned over cauldrons and diligently chopped ingredients in the no-nonsense manner she’d perfected from a young age. Like him, she wore her teaching robes, having recently finished with her Ancient Runes class of 6th years.

Draco raised a curious eyebrow at her request but said nothing. He merely stood with a very Severus-like sweep of cloth to follow her into his office. The students paid them no attention, having become accustomed to the two professors taking private meetings during class.

The instant the door clicked shut, Hermione cast a quick succession of locking and silencing spells. She grasped the front of his robes and shoved him back against the large oak desk.

“Merlin, that’s hot,” he muttered, before any further comments were inhaled by her lips on his. As if on command, his hands landed on the plush hips hidden from view. Her wandless, non-verbal magic turned him on almost as much as when she took charge like this, like she couldn’t get enough of him.

Draco grunted in surprise when she pulled away with a stinging bite to his lower lip. Whatever she was up to couldn’t be anything harmless with the way her lips curled up, mischief sparkling in her normally warm gaze.

Any questions he might have asked were silenced when Hermione dropped to her knees in front of him, hands already working to part his robes and access the prize beneath.

“Granger, love, are you sure—”

He groaned as she gave him a warning squeeze. “That’s Professor Granger-Malfoy to you.”

He was one lucky wizard.

“Professor Granger-Malfoy, are you sure we have time for this?” His hand hovered over her curls.

“Do you doubt my abilities? We have, what, 10 minutes left until the end of class?”

“That’s right—oh, fuck!”

She’d continued her quest uninterrupted while they’d talked, and engulfed him in one luxurious glide of her lips at just that moment. This time, he didn’t stop his hand from fisting her curls. She moaned at the tightening of his fingers, eyes lifting up to meet his own in appreciation.

“You’re so pretty wrapped around me like this.” Praises fell from his lips as she bobbed her head along his length, agile tongue swirling around him and sucking as if she could drain his life force straight out of him.

Normally, they only engaged in a bit of snogging, or on a particularly desperate day, he’d get her off on his fingers or along his thigh as he ground against her. Anything more seemed too risky. Draco wasn’t opposed to acts of debauchery, but he knew Hermione held herself back out of respect for their professional roles.

What changed?

Hermione chose that moment to press down onto him until he hit the back of her throat and then she moaned.

The universe converged onto that point of union, Draco releasing an uncontrolled whine he might have otherwise considered embarrassing. He didn’t care what he sounded like now. Both hands grasped her head, keeping her in place as he proceeded to fuck her throat. She pressed the tips of her nails into his thighs, signaling her approval despite the gagging sounds she emitted. Tears ran down from her clenched eyes.

“Just like that, baby, you take me so well.” 

She was a dream come true, gagging on his cock with spit and tears running across her face detracting absolutely nothing from the sight. Here they were, completely clothed, his indecency concealed deep in her mouth for only her to see and taste. He was hers, and hers only.

The telltale tightening in his balls warned him of just how close he was to coming. As appetizing as the idea of letting go and sending ropes of spend down her throat, there was somewhere else he’d rather be.

Her eyes opened as he released his grip on her, and he wiped thumbs across the tear tracks on her cheeks. A quick glance at the clock on the wall showed he only had five more minutes.

“Come up here, love.”

She obeyed at once, and he spun them around so now she was the one pinned against the table.

“I have a little surprise for you.” Her voice came out low and hoarse. The sound of her, still sore from his length, was like music to his ears.

“Yeah? And what’s that?” He quickly parted her robes and reached down to yank up the length of her skirt. His palm slid up the smooth skin of her thigh, marveling at the softness, before he realized she wore nothing else underneath.

His forehead dropped to rest in the crook of her shoulder. “Merlin. Have you been naked like this all day?”

Her chuckle shook them both. “Yes, but that’s not the surprise I’m talking about.” She stuttered at the end as he rubbed circles around her with his thumb and threaded one digit into her slick channel.

“Mmm, it isn’t?” He concentrated on her bundle of nerves while he stretched her with a second finger. She was already soaked from her earlier excitement, but he wanted to make sure she received equal satisfaction.

Deeming her more than ready, he lined up at her entrance and, with one smooth thrust, buried himself deeply in her cunt.

“Uhhhhhnnnnnnnn.”

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk.”

They might not be eloquent, but they sure as hell shared their appreciation.

Keeping one hand at her clit, he used his other hand to maneuver one leg over his shoulder, bending her nearly in half as he rutted into her. He’d thought himself close before, but now it took everything he had to prevent himself from spilling into her maddening heat. Draco concentrated on her pleasure all while his own heartbeat and her mewling pants filled his ears and made it impossible to think of anything else.

“I—I—” She couldn’t get the words out, instead throwing her head back as the encroaching wave lapped at the edges of her consciousness. She was surrounded by Draco, drowning in his scent and touch, tasting him still on her tongue—

“I’m pregnant!”

Her cry came with a releasing flood that swept over them both, the crashing waves dragging Draco along with her. His euphoric shout preceded both of his hands coming up to wrap around and cradle the back of her head as he pressed her into the hard surface of his table and consumed her in a kiss.

They didn’t part until they were nearly breathless, and the smile that stretched across her face nearly took away what little air he had left.

She was pregnant.

The clock on the wall dinged as their break came to an end, and they stared at one another for one more second—silver and gold, coolness and warmth. They completed one another in every way, and now they’d created something, someone, new.

“We’re going to be parents.”

She nodded at his whisper, before winking and giving him a wicked grin. “Hopefully we’ll be better at parenting than teaching.”

They shared a giggle, foreheads pressed together in delight of what the future promised.

After they cleaned themselves up and Professors Malfoy and Granger-Malfoy put on twin expressions of solemnity before re-entering the classroom, not a single student was fooled by their act. Their professors thought themselves so sneaky with their show of cool professionalism, their attempts at maintaining separation during school hours.

There was no hiding the affection in their eyes, or the not-so-subtle touches when they thought no one was looking.

Hermione and Draco were as oblivious to the ineffectiveness of their acting as any student sneaking about after-hours. The walls of Hogwarts had eyes, every footstep that passed through its halls accounted for, professors included. The castle didn’t begrudge them their secrets, choosing instead to welcome them in an embrace that had gone on for generations before and would continue to do so for many more to come.

WC 1329

DHRMonth Week 1 - Hogwarts, September 3 - Professors

You didn't think I'd skip out on smut this fest, did you?

Cross posted on AO3

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The Monthly Timeframe: Ninja Tactics for Mastering Take Profit Orders Think of Forex trading as a dance. It can be graceful, exhilarating, and, yes, a little unpredictable. When you’re analyzing the monthly timeframe, it’s like trying to master the moves for a slow, dramatic waltz—only here, you’re moving in sync with market trends that can last for weeks or even months. And let's face it, when it comes to nailing take profit orders on a monthly scale, we're talking about making moves that most traders wouldn’t even dare to dream of. But hey, that’s why you’re here—you’re aiming to be the Fred Astaire of Forex. The Forgotten Art of Long-Term Profit Targets Here's a truth bomb: Most traders underestimate the monthly timeframe. They get all jittery when they think about holding a position for more than a few days. It’s like expecting to hit a home run after only three swings at bat—sometimes, you need patience. Take profit orders on the monthly chart require the type of composure and foresight that your average day-trader simply doesn’t have. But here’s where you stand apart: You’re willing to do the deep dive. Using take profit orders on a monthly timeframe can give you a kind of clarity that’s almost meditative. Remember that one time you accidentally hit the sell button instead of buy, and you watched your trade spiral down like a plane in a bad movie scene? Well, the beauty of trading on the monthly chart is that the stakes don’t change that quickly—it’s more of a long, sweeping narrative. By embracing the long game, you gain access to hidden patterns that most of your competition is too impatient to see. Mastering Take Profit Orders on the Monthly Timeframe Let’s uncover a few key tactics that only the pros (and now you) are privy to. - Leverage the Power of Multi-Timeframe Analysis Think of this as your secret weapon. Picture the monthly timeframe as the big picture, the grand master plan, while the weekly and daily timeframes are your close-up shots. You’re not just placing your take profit orders blindly—you’re watching for confirmation. For example, let’s say you notice a resistance level on the monthly timeframe. You could use the weekly or daily charts to catch any pullbacks or breakouts. It’s like planning a road trip—you wouldn’t just hit the highway without checking local traffic first, right? - Setting Realistic, Yet Ambitious Take Profit Levels Most traders are like tourists trying to get a picture of the Mona Lisa without actually paying attention to its details—they rush in, snap a shot, and move on. Don’t be like them. Set your take profit levels at realistic points—meaning key Fibonacci extensions, previous major support/resistance levels, or round numbers. However, dare to be a little ambitious too—because the monthly chart has this amazing ability to move in your favor over time, potentially exceeding initial targets if you’re patient. The trick? Not moving that take profit order just because you’re feeling a little greedy. Hidden Formula: Ride Trends, Avoid Whiplash Another key idea is understanding the Average True Range (ATR) at the monthly level. By doing so, you gain insight into how far the market might realistically move within a month. Using this little-known insight can help you avoid setting take profit levels that are too close—saving you from a classic trader mistake. Think of it like measuring twice and cutting once. The monthly timeframe is a slow mover, but boy, when it moves, it makes sure to leave its mark. Why Most Traders Get It Wrong (And How You Can Avoid It) The biggest mistake traders make when trying to utilize the monthly timeframe is expecting instant results—and that’s just not how the game works. If you’re the kind of person who thinks buying a pair of shoes is a mistake if you don’t wear them immediately (I see you, sale shoppers), then monthly trading might seem a little overwhelming. But here’s where it gets interesting: the monthly timeframe gives you an edge precisely because it’s designed for patience, for seeing the forest instead of the trees. To quote Mark Douglas, the author of "Trading in the Zone": “The market is neutral. It doesn't care whether you make money or not.” But here’s the beauty—the market doesn’t care, but you do. You have the discipline to hold out until your take profit target is hit, and that’s what sets you apart. The One Simple Trick That Can Change Your Trading Mindset Imagine using take profit orders as a way to force yourself to stay disciplined. It's like setting aside that savings jar and refusing to touch it no matter how tempting it seems. Put your take profit order in place and make a vow—no adjustments, no "what ifs." You’ll be surprised how much stress you save yourself when you take the emotions out of it. After all, have you ever tried to reason with yourself at 2 a.m. when a trade isn't going well? It’s like trying to bargain with a toddler—logic just doesn’t hold up. Real-World Case Study: A Classic Breakout Strategy Consider a recent real-world example. In 2023, the EUR/USD exhibited a textbook breakout on the monthly chart, smashing through a multi-year resistance level at 1.1500. Many traders jumped ship too soon, fearing a false breakout, but those who set a longer-term take profit order targeting the next significant resistance at 1.1800 reaped the benefits—and then some. Those traders simply held on, confident in their analysis and trusting the monthly timeframe. It’s not rocket science; it’s patience and confidence in the strategy. Using a Trend Following Indicator If you’re all about following trends, consider using something like the Moving Average Convergence Divergence (MACD) on the monthly timeframe to determine when the trend is likely to continue. The MACD gives you that insider knowledge that helps you identify the best points to enter or exit, especially if you’re trying to find those ideal spots for take profit orders. MACD crossovers on the monthly are like those magical “Aha!” moments when everything just clicks—like realizing you’ve been mispronouncing “quinoa” your whole life. You need to respect that signal because it can help you capitalize on the trend’s momentum over a longer timeframe. Conquer the Monthly Chart Ultimately, trading on the monthly timeframe is about seeing the bigger picture and giving your trades room to breathe. It’s less about micromanaging and more about being strategic—like planning a heist in a movie, where every detail needs to be just right before you move. When it comes to take profit orders, let the market work in your favor and learn to enjoy the journey. Remember, Forex trading isn’t about instant gratification—it’s about making decisions that make future-you nod in satisfaction. So, place those take profit orders wisely, trust your strategy, and prepare to celebrate when your patience pays off in the form of some seriously sweet gains. Ready to Join the Elite? You’re not just learning; you’re about to step into the world of strategic mastery. For more advanced strategies and exclusive insights, consider expanding your knowledge with our in-depth resources and free Forex courses available here. Don’t forget to check out the latest Forex news and expert analysis, and join the community of savvy traders like you who are always one step ahead. —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated   Read the full article

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5. Quantum Jump Quantum jumps have gained attention for its ability access alternate realities and harness their limitless possibilities. It is a powerful technique that lets you witness massive, instantaneous changes in your reality. Quantum Jumping can help you achieve your dreams for the rest of your life. It is based on the principles of the Law of Attraction and quantum physics. You need to start by setting your intentions and being aware of the things you would like to accomplish. Think about the outcome you want to achieve and step into the body that is a better version of you. Imagine that your desired goal is already achieved. This can cause an energy shift and speed up the process of manifestation. This will help you be confident and have boundless confidence in your abilities. Video from YouTube

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Have It What Way?

In the latest episode of “Why are they doing this?” we find yet another large corporation leveraging a tool just because they can. There is always so much danger in doing something just for the sake of doing it, as if being the first in your small company of peers will somehow set you apart. And in that blind ambition, it is easy to lose focus on what is really the most important part: the product itself.

Starring in this episode is Burger King, which was started in 1953 in Jacksonville Florida. Actually, it was originally called Instant Burger King, and the founders took their inspiration from McDonald’s and their original walk-up location in San Bernardino California. In a true case of burger envy, they set sail on the choppy waters of fast food with little more than a plan to sell burgers. It has not exactly been clear sailing since.

While the chain did try valiantly in the 70s to set itself apart from McDonald’s by allowing customization, something that always confuses the folks under the arches, it has never been enough to hold a candle to McDonald’s sales. Recent data report that BK sales were $10.278 billion in 2022 and good enough for third-place in the burger wars, while rival Wendy’s—which also allows for customization—held on to second with $11.694 billion. Together, though, the two are not even half of what McDonald’s sold, which was $48.734 billion.

“Have It Your Way” may have been catchy jingle back in 1974, but they’re still waiting for that ship to come in.

That fact alone tells me that customization, while it can lead to niche leadership, is not what the majority of fast food customers want. They actually crave the standardization that McDonald’s offers, and presumably fast. Customization automatically implies this might take a bit longer.

But never being one to allow reality to stop them, Burger King is launching the Million Dollar Whopper Contest, leaning on AI—this is the part I was alluding to at the beginning—and customer imagination to create three new limited edition Whoppers. One of those lucky three finalists will walk away with the money.

Here’s how it works. Using their app or a microsite accessed on a computer, users can hypothetically create a new Whopper variant using up to eight ingredients. The algorithm they are employing will generate imagery as well as a jingle that illustrate this concoction. There are some limitations—allergens, profanity, and inedible items—but otherwise the sky is the limit. The allergens part concerns me, though, because there are nine allergens the FDA considers worthy of all CPG firms being required to list on packages. So no peanuts on Whoppers, OK?

Bear in mind that these are all imaginary Whoppers, not something you can actually walk up and order. Imagine the difficulty each store would face trying to anticipate all the craziness a person might dream up. If a person wanted Hatch chiles, Vidalia onions, butter lettuce, and alfalfa sprouts (and this is only four of a possible eight ingredients) it would be tough to have these items on hand.

Basically, Burger King is crowdsourcing new Whopper varietals, under the guise of letting AI run and play with it, because—well—because AI. It’s shiny and buzzy. Why not? Everybody else is doing it, and so can they, even if it might not make a bit of difference.

While BK reports that about half of its customers do customize with the existing array of toppers, that means the other half are good with standardization as well. In my mind, I see a very small crowd wanting to actually make their own burger, at least at a fast food joint. If you want to get the full-on custom experience, you go to Shake Shack, Red Robin, or any of the other fast casual chains where sitting down to dine is part of the experience, not takeaway.

Perhaps instead of trying to be one of the cool kids on the block, or even the coolest, Burger King should focus on just making a good Whopper, for those who like fast food. I know from reading the socials here in Canyon that customers loathe our local BK, which often cannot round up enough staff to open on some days, much less serve lunch and dinner. When they do, the burgers are soulless and tasteless.

I don’t dine at fast food, but once upon a time, I did. I even remember being in a BK in 1963 when the manager came out and told us that John F. Kennedy had been shot. I also remember eating about 60 Whoppers in a competition with a pal my freshman year at university, which probably helps explain the “Freshman 20” I put on.

Burger King ownership has been passed around like a hot potato for many years, while its closest rivals Wendy’s and McDonald’s are owned by their shareholders. Fourth-place competitor Sonic is now part of Inspire Brands (think: Arby’s, Buffalo Wild Wings, Dunkin, Basking Robbins, and Jimmy Johns), but even it was with its founder for decades.

BK is the problem child that never quite figured out how to grow up, and using AI isn’t going to help it find its way.

Dr “Hold The Whopper, Please” Gerlich

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Roxanne “Roxie” Richter jolted awake with a loud gasp, her arm outstretched. “Ash, no!”

Her room was dark and silent.

Once the initial shock had faded, reality set it.

It had been a nightmare. A recurring one.

Roxie hugged her knees. “Why? Why do I keep dreaming that Ash leaves me?”

The half-ninja looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was just past midnight.

Roxie laid back and tried to go back to sleep. But the nightmare was too vivid. It clung to her memory. It seemed so real.

In it, Aisling McKeen, Roxie’s girlfriend, left, going back to her home province of Nova Scotia, but not before telling Roxie that what they had was “just a phase” or, in the more extreme variations of the recurring dream, a “test from God”.

Roxie choked back a sob as she remembered Aisling’s beautiful eyes, glowing blue as she used her Cleric magic to conjure a glowing golden portal home, staring her down, not with the warmth and love they once did, but with disdain and indifference.

“Goodbye, Roxie. Don't call. Don't visit.” Aisling’s eyes always narrowed as she delivered the line that the dream always ended on.

“It meant nothing anyway.”

Tears cascaded down Roxie’s cheeks, no matter how many times she tried to wipe them away. It was just a dream…why did it rattle her so terribly?

She turned on her side and looked at her cell phone, charging beside her alarm clock. Frowning, she unplugged it and accessed her address book. She quickly found Aisling’s number and hovered her thumb over the “Call” button.

“It’s the middle of the night. She’s asleep. I shouldn't interrupt her beauty sleep.” she thought.

Still, even if Aisling didn't pick up, her voicemail, the recorded bliss of her voice, would probably calm Roxie down.

Before she could lose her nerve, Roxie pressed the call button and put the phone to her ear.

It rang once. Twice. Three times.

Then, there was a soft click, followed by a squeaky yawn. “Roxie? It’s midnight…”

Roxie frowned. “You weren't supposed to pick up, Ash. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Something’s wrong.” it was a statement, not a question.

Roxie sighed. “It was just a nightmare, Ash.”

“If that was true, Rox, you wouldn't have called.” Aisling stated.

Roxie playfully scoffed. “What, can Clerics see into people’s minds?”

“No, I just know my girlfriend really well,” Aisling replied. “Do you want me to come over?”

“Isn't that against your religion?” Roxie asked.

“It’s not a sin to comfort my girlfriend. I’ll be over in an instant.” Aisling hung up.

Roxie put her phone back on the bedside table. As soon as she plugged her charger back in, her room was suddenly filled with warm golden light. When the light dimmed, Aisling stood at the foot of the bed, an orb of golden light floating above her palm. She wore a red long-sleeved shirt with “Cape Breton Island” stamped across it in white and red flannel pajama pants.

Roxie couldn't help but smile. “Hey, cutie.”

“No time for flattery, Roxie,” Aisling sat at the edge of the bed and fixed Roxie with a sympathetic look. “What was your nightmare about?” she asked gently.

Roxie sighed. “You. I… I’ve been having a recurring nightmare that you… leave me, just like Ramona did. You say that what we had-”

“Have,” Aisling corrected.

Roxie looked down at her lap. “…have… was just a phase… that it…” she closed her eyes as tears burned. “…it meant nothing. Then, you go back to Cape Breton and I’m… all alone…” The tears started to cascade down her cheeks again. “I don't want to lose you, Aisling. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don't want to face being alone again.”

“Roxie, honey…” Aisling scooted closer and wrapped her arms around Roxie, her cheek on top of Roxie’s head. “I have no intention of leaving you. You helped me be at peace with myself. I’m not throwing that away,” she smiled warmly. “And if I ever return to Cape Breton, you’re coming with me. You’re my best friend, my soulmate, my everything.”

Roxie sniffled and lifted her head to look at Aisling. “I love you,” she whispered.

Aisling gently wiped Roxie’s tears away and kissed her forehead. “I love you too. You Rox my world.”

Roxie giggled. “Oh, come on…”

“Well, you do,” Aisling smiled. “Now, scooch over. We need to get some sleep if we want to join your friend Todd at the gym tomorrow.”

“Isn't that a sin?” Roxie asked.

“It’s only a sin if we do sinful things. I just want to keep you safe from more nightmares.” Aisling replied.

Nodding, Roxie scooted over, allowing her girlfriend to get under the covers with her. The golden orb floated above them, softly illuminating the room. Aisling caressed Roxie’s cheek as she began to softly sing.

Nothing's gonna harm you

Not while I'm around

Nothing's gonna harm you

No, sir

Not while I'm around

Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays

I'll send them howling

I don't care, I got ways

Roxie let loose a huge yawn. “No fair… you’re using your magic to put me to sleep.”

“Shhhh…” Aisling kissed the tip of Roxie’s nose. “Sleep now, my love.”

Roxie’s eyes began to droop. “Are you gonna…stay with me?”

“Of course,” Aisling kissed Roxie’s temple. “No more nightmares for my Roxie Rose.”

Roxie finally let sleep overcome her, the feeling of Aisling’s kisses the last thing she experienced.

—

The next morning, Roxie awoke refreshed and more alert than she’d been in a while. As she sat up and stretched, she noticed that the other side of the bed was empty. “Huh. Well, did I really expect her to stay the night?” the half-ninja mused. Roxie got out of bed, touched her toes, then headed to the door. As she opened it and stepped into the hallway, the sensations hit her at once.

One, the delectable smell of various breakfast foods triggering both her olfactory senses and her saliva glands.

The second was soft, melodious singing that danced through her head and lifted her spirit. Roxie smiled warmly as she walked down the hall and peeked into the kitchenette. Aisling stood at the stove, frying up some bacon and singing her heart out.

Can you imagine a piece of the universe

More fit for princes and kings?

I'll trade you ten of your cities

For Marion Bridge and the pleasure it brings

Out on the Mira on soft summer nights

Bonfires blaze to the children's delight

They dance 'round the flames singing songs with their friends

I wish I was with them again

And over the ashes the stories are told

Of witches and werewolves and Oak Island gold

The stars on the river they sparkle and spin

I wish I was with them again

Roxie leaned against the kitchenette entryway with a smile. “You didn’t have to make breakfast, Ash.”

Aisling turned and smiled at her adorable girlfriend. “I know. But I figured it would be a nice surprise after the rough night you had. I made eggs, bacon, toast with jam, and tea.”

Roxie shook her head. “Even though marriage isn’t on our radar, you are 100% wife material.”

Aisling beamed. “My mom taught me well.”

When the food was ready, Aisling made two plates and put them on the living room coffee table. Roxie sat beside her and kissed her cheek. “Looks great, Hon.”

“I take pride in my cooking skills.” Aisling replied.

“What about your singing skills? Those aren’t bad either.” Roxie gently nudged her shoulder against Aisling’s.

Aisling looked away. “I mean… I’m not so… open about those. I mean, I sang choir in church growing up, but my voice always melded with the other singers. I don’t usually sing by myself unless… I’m alone.”

“Well, you sing beautifully. I’m glad I was able to hear it,” Roxie smiled warmly. “I’d love to hear it again sometime.”

“Don’t get your hopes up.” Aisling said softly.

“Aw, c’mon, honey,” Roxie gently brushed her bare toes across Aisling’s foot. “Not even a little karaoke with me?”

“Rox, come on, that’s a dirty trick…” Aisling complained.

“All’s fair in love and war.” Roxie retorted.

Aisling rolled her eyes. “What am I going to do with you?”

Roxie fixed her with big anime eyes. “Love and cherish me?”

“Fine, if I must,” Aisling teased before kissing Roxie’s cheek. “You are lucky you’re so cute.”

“I know.”

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Sky-High Open Rates: 

It’s no secret that SMS broadcast an impressive open rate, with messages often read within minutes of receipt. This level of engagement is a marketing dream come true.

Reach Across Platforms: 

You don’t need to worry about your customers’ phone OS, as most text messages can be received across multiple platforms. Whether it’s iOS, Android or Windows Phone, you’re covered.

Easy Integration: 

Integrating an SMS platform with the rest of your tech stack is a breeze. All leading CRM and ecommerce solutions have built-in functions for sending automated SMS messages, allowing businesses to save time and increase efficiency.

Personalisation: 

When businesses send out mass messages, it’s important to ensure that customers feel like they’re receiving a special message just for them. With SMS messaging, businesses can segment their audience and deliver personalised content tailored to specific individuals.

Data Security: 

SMS is one of the most secure communication channels due to its built-in encryption protocols. Every sent and received message is encrypted, making it almost impossible for malicious actors to intercept the information. This makes it a great choice for businesses that must communicate sensitive data with their customers.

Reach Everyone, Everywhere: 

SMS transcends the barriers of internet connectivity. You can connect with customers, whether they’re online or off the grid. This makes it the perfect channel for reaching customers in rural or remote areas or those who don’t have access to reliable internet.

Selecting the Appropriate SMS Provider

The success of your multichannel text campaign hinges on your choice of an SMS Provider. SMS Solutions Australia is the seasoned conductor you need for this symphony. As a leader in the SMS industry, our features are designed to elevate your campaigns.

Analytics and Insights: Performance is only complete with a detailed review. Our SMS Services have robust analytics tools, helping you fine-tune your campaigns based on customer behaviour and response rates.

Compliance and Security: Trust is paramount in an era of data privacy concerns. SMS Solutions Australia ensures your campaigns comply with all relevant regulations, building customer trust. We also ensure your data is encrypted and secure.

Seamless Support: With SMS Solutions Australia, you’ll have access to a team of experienced professionals ready to help with any query. Our team is available 24/7, so you can get answers quickly and efficiently.

SMS Services: The Foundation of Effective Communication

SMS Services have long been recognised as one of the most reliable and direct channels for reaching your audience. In an age where information overload is the norm, the simplicity and brevity of SMS stand out. It’s immediate, concise, and on your recipient’s mobile device.

SMS Solutions Australia unlocks the potential of multichannel text campaigns with their exceptional SMS services. In the grand marketing symphony, SMS is the instrument that hits all the right notes. 

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It offers immediate engagement, high open rates, and universal reach, making it the show’s undisputed star. With the right SMS provider, you can tailor your campaigns, seamlessly blend channels, analyse performance, and ensure trust and security.

Contact SMS Solutions Australia today and let us help you create multichannel text campaigns that resonate with your audience and drive success for your business.

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How to Earn $150 Per Day with CPA Marketing a Step-by-Step Success Story

Earning $150 per day from the comfort of your own home sounds like a dream come true, right? Well, what if we told you that it’s not just a dream but an achievable reality? Welcome to our in-depth guide on “How to Earn $150 Per Day with CPA Marketing: A Step-by-Step Success Story.”

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In this blog, we will take you on an exciting journey into the world of CPA (Cost Per Action) marketing, where you can generate income by promoting products and services without the hassle of selling. It’s a proven method that has transformed the lives of many online entrepreneurs, and we’re here to show you the ropes.

From choosing the right CPA network to crafting high-converting landing pages, from driving targeted traffic to optimizing your campaigns, we’ve got you covered. Get ready to embark on a path that leads to financial freedom and flexible work hours. Whether you’re a newbie or an experienced marketer, our comprehensive guide will help you turn your aspirations into a thriving online business. So, let’s dive in and make that $150 per day your new reality!

What is CPA Marketing?

CPA Marketing, short for Cost Per Action, is a lucrative affiliate marketing model. It involves promoting products or services and earning commissions for specific actions, such as lead generation, downloads, or sales. It’s an accessible and rewarding way to monetize traffic and requires no direct sales, making it ideal for beginners in the world of online marketing.

Why CPA Marketing?

CPA marketing offers a compelling choice for aspiring online entrepreneurs. Unlike traditional e-commerce, it doesn’t require you to handle inventory, provide customer support, or manage payments. It’s beginner-friendly, offering a low entry barrier, making it an accessible and profitable avenue for those who seek financial independence and a flexible work lifestyle.

Setting Realistic Goals

When start into CPA marketing, setting achievable objectives is crucial. While $150 per day is an attractive benchmark, it may take time to reach this level. Start with smaller goals and gradually scale up as you gain experience. Realistic goals help maintain motivation and prevent frustration on your journey to success.

The Importance of Patience

Patience is a virtue in the world of CPA marketing. Success doesn’t come overnight, and instant riches are rare. Understand that building a sustainable income takes time and effort. It’s the marketers who persevere, refine their strategies, and remain patient that eventually reap the rewards of their hard work. Patience is the cornerstone of long-term success.

Getting Started with CPA Marketing

Choosing the Right CPA Network

Selecting a reputable CPA network is crucial. Some popular options include MaxBounty, PeerFly, and ClickBank. Research each network to find the one that aligns with your niche and goals.

Navigating the Application Process

CPA networks have specific approval processes. Be honest in your application, and let them know about your marketing plans. A well-thought-out application is more likely to be accepted.

Building Your Online Presence

Create a professional website or blog that showcases your expertise and niche. A strong online presence will make it easier to gain the trust of your target audience and CPA networks.

Legal Considerations and Taxation

CPA marketing involves revenue generation, so be aware of your legal obligations. Consult a tax professional to ensure you comply with tax regulations in your region.

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Selecting Profitable CPA Offers

Researching Your Niche

Understand your niche thoroughly. Research trends, customer needs, and the competition. This knowledge will help you choose the right CPA offers.

Analyzing CPA Offers

Evaluate CPA offers based on payout, conversion rates, and their relevance to your audience. High-converting offers with good payouts are your sweet spot.

Split Testing Strategies

Test multiple offers and landing pages simultaneously to find what works best. Split testing allows you to optimize your campaigns for higher conversions.

Tracking Conversions and ROI

Use tracking tools to monitor the performance of your campaigns. Knowing what works and what doesn’t is vital for sustained success.

Creating High-Converting Landing Pages

Design and User Experience

Your landing page’s design should be clean and intuitive. Ensure fast loading times and responsive design for an excellent user experience.

Compelling Call to Action

Craft persuasive calls to action (CTAs) that encourage visitors to take the desired action. Experiment with different CTAs to find the most effective ones.

A/B Testing Landing Pages

Perform A/B tests to compare different versions of your landing page. This iterative process can significantly boost your conversion rates.

Mobile Optimization

With the growing number of mobile users, ensure your landing pages are mobile-friendly. Google and users favor mobile-responsive designs.

Driving Targeted Traffic

Search Engine Optimization (SEO)

Optimize your content for search engines to attract organic traffic. Use relevant keywords and provide valuable content for your audience.

Pay-Per-Click (PPC) Advertising

Invest in PPC advertising on platforms like Google Ads or Bing Ads to get immediate traffic. Set a budget and target specific keywords.

Social Media Marketing

Leverage social media platforms to reach your target audience. Engage with users, share valuable content, and promote your CPA offers strategically.

Email Marketing

Build an email list and nurture it with valuable content. Email marketing can be a powerful tool for promoting CPA offers to a warm audience.

Optimizing Your CPA Campaigns

Monitoring and Analytics

Use analytics tools like Google Analytics and Facebook Pixel to track campaign performance. Regularly analyze the data to make informed decisions.

Ad Campaign Adjustments

Based on your data analysis, tweak your ad campaigns. Adjust targeting, ad copy, and bidding strategies to optimize for better results.

Scaling Your Success

Once you find a winning formula, don’t be afraid to scale up your campaigns. Invest more time and money in what’s working and expand your reach.

Staying Updated with Industry Trends

The digital marketing landscape is ever-evolving. Stay updated with industry news, trends, and new marketing techniques to maintain your competitive edge.

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Maximizing Earnings and Beyond

Diversifying Income Streams

Explore other online income streams like affiliate marketing, e-commerce, or digital product creation. Diversification can secure your financial stability.

Long-term Strategies

Plan for long-term success. Building a strong brand and loyal audience can lead to consistent earnings beyond the $150 per day mark.

Balancing Work and Life

Remember that the goal is not just to make money but to achieve a work-life balance. Don’t let your online endeavors consume all your time.

Celebrating Your Successes

Acknowledging your milestones and achievements is crucial for motivation. Reward yourself when you reach your financial goals.

Conclusion

As we conclude this journey through the realm of CPA marketing, it’s essential to reflect on the possibilities that await. By following our step-by-step success story, you’ve gained the knowledge and skills needed to generate a consistent income of $150 per day or more. But remember, this is just the beginning. Your path to financial freedom and a flexible lifestyle is wide open. With dedication, patience, and continuous learning, you can reach new heights in the world of digital marketing. Celebrate your successes, keep evolving, and explore the vast landscape of online opportunities. Your financial dreams are within reach.

FAQs

1. What are the most popular CPA networks for beginners?

Some popular CPA networks for beginners include MaxBounty, PeerFly, and ClickBank.

2. How long does it take to start making $150 per day with CPA marketing?

It varies for each individual, but it can take several weeks to a few months to reach this income level. Patience and consistent effort are key.

3. Do I need a website to start with CPA marketing?

While it’s not mandatory, having a website or blog can greatly enhance your credibility and marketing efforts in the long run.

4. Are there any age restrictions for CPA marketing?

Many CPA networks require marketers to be at least 18 years old. Be sure to check the specific requirements of the network you want to join.

5. How can I avoid common CPA marketing pitfalls?

To avoid common pitfalls, carefully research offers, track your campaigns, and stay updated with industry trends. Additionally, seek guidance from experienced marketers.

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