#Embrace Success as a Milestone

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The Courage to Continue: Unlocking Your Path to Success

Written by Delvin In our pursuit of success, we often face triumphs and tribulations. Winston Churchill once wisely said, “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: It is the courage to continue that counts.” These words hold a profound truth that can inspire and motivate us on this Monday morning. In this blog post, we will delve into the significance of embracing this philosophy and discover…

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The Quiet Struggle of Feeling Behind in Life

There’s a silent weight a lot of people carry, and it sounds like this: “I should be further by now.” It’s that gnawing feeling that somehow, somewhere, you messed up. That you took the wrong path, made the wrong choices, or missed your moment. It’s not something you always say out loud. Sometimes, you don’t even realize how loud it’s been playing in the back of your mind until someone asks how…

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The Art of Patience: Unlocking Potential Through Delayed Gratification

In a world that moves at the speed of a click, the art of waiting may seem like a forgotten melody. Yet, it is in the quiet symphony of delayed gratification that the most profound life achievements orchestrate their debut, one that leads to greater success and fulfillment in the pursuit of our dreams. Understanding Delayed Gratification Delayed gratification is the ability to resist the…

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How They View You?

I have an Instagram now!

This is meant to be a fun, general reading, so it may not resonate with everyone. Take what resonates for you and leave the rest behind! Please take a moment to breathe, focus on your intuition, and choose the photo that calls to you. Each holds a unique message for you!

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It seems that Pile 1 is perceived as someone who struggles with planning and decision-making, often feeling stuck or hesitant about their next steps. There may be a tendency to second-guess choices or fear taking risks, leading to missed opportunities. While creativity and emotional depth are present, there’s a sense of uncertainty about how to express these qualities or put them into action. This could stem from self-doubt or external influences that create confusion.

Despite these challenges, there is a strong spark of passion and enthusiasm. There’s an eagerness to chase after what excites and inspires, but this energy might sometimes be impulsive or short-lived. This individual may have a bold, adventurous spirit yet struggle with emotional consistency, making it difficult to fully commit to their ambitions or relationships. There is a desire for new beginnings and fresh experiences, but perhaps without a clear strategy on how to sustain them.

Intellectually, there may be a disconnect between logic and emotions, leading to clouded judgment or difficulty communicating thoughts effectively. There’s a risk of being overly defensive or reactive rather than thoughtful and measured in responses. However, creativity and inspiration are strong, making this person someone who can bring exciting ideas to life when they overcome inner doubts. They may benefit from focusing on balance—between passion and patience, action and reflection—so that their energy can be channeled more effectively.

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𐙚 • 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 2

Pile 2 is perceived as someone who embraces new beginnings with a sense of optimism and adventure. There’s a free-spirited energy that suggests a willingness to take risks and explore different possibilities without being overly burdened by fear. This person may come across as open-minded and eager to experience life as it comes, trusting that things will fall into place. However, this approach may sometimes lack stability or long-term planning, making it difficult to fully ground their aspirations.

Despite this adventurous nature, there is a strong sense of balance and patience. This individual seems to have a natural ability to navigate different situations with grace, knowing when to push forward and when to hold back. They are passionate and driven, yet they strive to maintain harmony in their life rather than letting impulsivity take over. Their communication style is sharp and direct, with a strong sense of intellect that allows them to see things clearly and make rational decisions when needed.

However, there may be some struggles with control and external challenges that create obstacles. Opportunities might slip away due to a lack of proper structure or a struggle with authority, either in themselves or in their environment. There could be conflicts or competition surrounding them, requiring a firm stance to navigate. While they have the potential for success, they may need to work on establishing a stronger foundation and learning when to assert themselves in a way that leads to long-term growth rather than temporary victories.

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𐙚 • 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 3

Pile 3 is perceived as someone who has endured a great deal but may struggle with resilience at times. There is a sense of weariness, as if they have fought many battles and now find it difficult to keep pushing forward. While they have reached significant milestones, they may still carry doubts about their ability to sustain their success. This can create a tendency to lower their defenses when they should remain steadfast, making them vulnerable to setbacks.

Despite these challenges, they have achieved a strong sense of completion and mastery in certain areas of their life. There is a feeling of accomplishment, as if they have reached an important turning point. They carry a structured and disciplined energy, suggesting that they take responsibility seriously and prefer to have control over their circumstances. However, they may also find themselves in situations where they must assert their authority and stand firm against external opposition or competition.

Opportunities for growth and success are present, indicating that they have the potential to build something valuable. They are driven and ambitious, with a fiery energy that pushes them to take action. However, the presence of ongoing struggles suggests they must learn how to manage conflicts and challenges without allowing them to drain their energy. If they can maintain their determination while reinforcing their boundaries, they have the ability to turn their passion into something lasting and rewarding.

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CRAZY ABOUT THEIR LOVE

"There's love there" dixit Nicola.

Yesterday, Nicola received a BAFTA nomination for her work in Big Mood, which has been renewed for a second season. She is a talented actress with a good heart and an agreeable personality. I hope that she’ll win and if she doesn’t it’s ok. Whether she wins or not, there are likely more opportunities ahead for her to achieve further successes. There have also been discussions regarding her private life, which is unfortunate on a day that marks a significant milestone in her career.

Was it unfortunate? Yes! Unexpected? No!

Her talent and beauty are widely recognized, but much of the interest in her online is centered around her private life. She may not be comfortable with this aspect of her popularity, and public figures often have limited control over how they are perceived. I’ve never been a real fan of a person before and certainly not to the point of knowing as much as I know now about lukola. The fact is that I’m just a casual fan of both actors and normally I wouldn’t follow their activities that closely and wouldn’t be much interested in their private lives, this why I restate that I will not follow their other relationships as I am not fully aware of the dynamics or background information necessary to form a conclusive opinion and what has transpired to this day isn’t appealing to me and to be fair can’t really be because we don’t have years of interactions and the deep dive with world tour like background knowledge .

Luke and Nicola have already recognized that a significant part of their public appeal stems from their dynamic together. This could be one of the reasons why they’re creating distance, whether for personal reasons, professional positioning, or external pressures.

By stepping back, they control the narrative, preventing their careers from being overshadowed by speculation. It allows them to establish individual identities beyond their joint appeal, ensuring their work is taken seriously on its own merit.

It could also be a missed opportunity , their bond is a force that transcends standard co-star dynamics. Instead of resisting it, embracing their unique impact could elevate their legacy beyond just a TV show. Some connections aren’t meant to be hidden; they become cultural moments that inspire, move, and even change people’s perspectives on love and human connection.

Ultimately, while they may try to control the perception of their relationship, the way the world receives and resonates with them is beyond their control. And perhaps, that’s not something to fight, but something to embrace.

Yesterday, someone, not a close friend called me crazy because I asked them to listen to a Lukola clip I had posted on my Tumblr. Some people could hear what I was pointing out, while others couldn’t, even after I boosted the audio to make it clearer. My immediate test some of my audience couldn’t hear anything, and one person went so far as to call me crazy. I didn’t appreciate it and struggled to understand why they were unable to hear it. Was I really imagining things? Was there truly nothing there?

The answer is simple: No, I wasn’t imagining things. And yes, there is something there.

Human perception is far from uniform, especially when it comes to hearing. Just as some people have sharper eyesight or better spatial awareness, hearing ability varies greatly from person to person. Factors like age, frequency sensitivity, past exposure to loud sounds, and even genetic predisposition affect how we process audio.

In my case, I didn’t just rely on my own ears. I took the clip, and had it analyzed through audio spectrum tools that visually display sound frequencies. The analysis confirmed that the frequencies of the words were indeed present in the audio file, proving that I wasn’t "hearing voices" or imagining things. AI tools, interestingly, also struggled to transcribe certain parts, just as some humans did. This is similar to the well-known "blue and gold dress" phenomenon, where different people perceived the same visual input in vastly different ways. Just as with color perception, auditory perception can differ dramatically based on how an individual's brain processes sound.

This extends beyond just hearing. In general, people interpret reality based on personal biases, past experiences, and even subconscious conditioning. Some are more attuned to body language, micro-expressions, and emotional undercurrents, while others need more explicit confirmation to recognize what’s right in front of them.

In the case of Lukola, shippers often see and feel something an energy that transcends mere friendship. Yet skeptics, for various reasons, might dismiss these same moments, either because they aren’t looking closely enough, don’t want to see it, or simply don’t have the intuitive ability to pick up on subtle dynamics.

If Lukola were just a projection of wishful thinking, then why does the same pattern of interactions, glances, physical closeness, and emotional depth consistently appear? Why do so many unrelated observers, across different cultures, backgrounds, and levels of analytical skill, pick up on the same chemistry? And why does every attempt to disprove Lukola rely on external factors rather than what’s actually happening between Luke and Nicola?

Lukola possesses unique and exceptional qualities. Their interactions, reactions, and ability to reconnect despite adverse circumstances defy conventional understanding. It is not possible to simulate the level of ease, tension, or emotional resonance they exhibit. For those who can observe and interpret the details, the patterns become unmistakable.

So no, I’m not crazy. And neither are the countless others who perceive what’s right there in front of us. Some may not hear it. Some may not see it. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t real.

Luke and Nicola's dynamic appears to go beyond a typical co-star relationship. This level of interest is absolutely unusual for me, and others in the Lukola community have reported similar feelings of attachment to their bond. Whether this relationship is romantic, deeply intimate, or something else, it seems to resonate strongly with many observers. The reasons behind this strong resonance remain unclear.

Humans are wired to seek patterns, to make sense of connections that may not be immediately obvious. Lukola shippers aren’t just indulging in wishful thinking; many of us sense undeniable chemistry, subtle moments of tension, and contradictions in their public narrative. This sparks an instinct to analyze, to decode, to uncover something that doesn’t quite fit into the "just friends" framework.

Additionally, the longer one observes and collects evidence, whether it’s body language, micro expressions, or the apparent shifts in behavior when they are together, the deeper the emotional investment grows. The brain seeks to validate what it already suspects, reinforcing the belief that there is something real happening beneath the surface.

For many, the draw toward Lukola feels intuitive. There is a gut feeling, an unshakable certainty that their bond holds more meaning than what is publicly acknowledged. Some might describe it as an energetic connection, a frequency that people unconsciously pick up on.

Carl Jung’s concept of the collective unconscious suggests that groups of people can tap into hidden truths before they become widely accepted. Could it be that Lukola shippers are picking up on an unspoken reality that the world hasn’t fully acknowledged yet? It would explain why so many independent observers arrive at the same conclusion despite official narratives trying to steer them away.

There’s also the idea of twin flames or fated connections, relationships that seem destined, even if obstacles stand in the way. Many Lukola supporters believe that what they see in Luke and Nicola is more than just friendly affection; it’s the kind of deep bond that challenges both people involved.

Lukola stands out in today's media for its authenticity, countering the trend of PR-driven relationships and polished celebrity personas. People crave something genuine and unique. Their potential is intoxicating.

There’s also a subconscious rebellion at play. The media tells us one thing, but the evidence and our instincts tell us another. Lukola shippers challenge mainstream narratives by trusting their own observations over curated publicity.

Here lies an interesting paradox: should we accept the public version of events while continuing to ship Lukola? The answer for me is yes because the two are not incompatible. If Luke and Nicola (or their teams) are actively presenting a certain narrative, it means they want us to believe it. Respecting that choice doesn’t mean we have to stop believing in what we’ve already seen and felt.

Lukola, in a way, is a submarine ship, it moves beneath the surface, unseen but always present. To the outside world, we might nod along, acknowledging what is being presented, but deep down, we stay steady in what we know. The Three Wise Monkeys philosophy applies here: see no truth, hear no truth, speak no truth…until it is time.

Despite external narratives, Lukola remains afloat. Luke and Nicola are the ones who can steer it into harbor, let it drift, or sink it, and they have kept it sailing so far. Watching Lukola sometimes feels like you're in a theater, being trapped and forced to watch a mix of romantic comedy and a horror movie, where you want to yell—_ “Don’t go there! Stay safe!” _—but you’re just a spectator. It’s not your story to steer or your choices to make. You can only watch, hope, and brace for what comes next.

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actor!dazai au + hate fucking

I hope nobody catch us (but I kinda hope they catch us)

“she wanna go viral . . ?

keep fucking for hours

that pussy got power ”

— P POWER

₍^. .^₎⟆ ── content warnings / tags : nsfw content (mdni), actor!au, dazai is mean, nasty absolutely filthy smut, reader is a new name on acting scene, semi public sex, child star dazai, rivals with benefits, hate fucking, petnames, degradation, dazai is a sadic, unprotected sex, dirt talk, light dom/sub dynamic ♡

﹙ 🔪 ﹚── synopsis : Fighting for a spot on the entertainment industry was rough, but co-staring another film with Dazai was rougher.

Now you’re at the after party, all the paparazzi and interviewers are gone. You can finally relax now. At least, that was what you thought.

“Meet me in the bathroom.” Dazai whispered to you and quickly vanished, you were used to his superstar behavior, but it still annoys you.

You always fight on set and hate each other. What’s up with him now?

﹙ 🧥 ﹚── author's note : OKAY IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS i absolutely loved writing the whole rivals with benefits thing. it’s just too hot. i hope y’all enjoy it <3 my requests are always open so don’t be shy!

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Fighting for a spot on the entertainment industry was rough, but co-staring another film with Osamu Dazai was rougher. For years, you had clawed your way through auditions, rejections, and fleeting moments of success, all in pursuit of that elusive breakthrough role. And just when you thought you had finally made it, fate threw you yet another curveball: co-starring in another film with the enigmatic and notoriously difficult Dazai Osamu.

The after-party buzzed with energy as celebrities mingled, champagne flowed, and laughter filled the air. For you, it was both a relief and a moment of triumph. Landing a role alongside the enigmatic Osamu was a career milestone, but it came with its own set of challenges.

As you sipped your drink, a familiar voice cut through the chatter. It was Dazai, his dark eyes glinting mischievously as he beckoned you with a subtle gesture. You rolled your eyes, accustomed to his dramatic antics. Despite their on-screen chemistry, behind the scenes, you both clashed like oil and water.

Reluctantly, you slipped away from the crowd, your curiosity piqued by Dazai's clandestine summons.

The tension between you and Dazai was palpable from day one of filming. Both of you were fiercely talented and fiercely competitive, each vying for the spotlight in every scene. The set became a battleground of egos, with sparks flying whenever your characters shared the screen.

Now, amidst the glitz and glamour of the after-party, with the paparazzi and interviewers finally gone, you hoped for a moment of respite. But as you leaned against the bar, nursing a cocktail and trying to unwind.

As the night wore on, you found yourself swept up in Dazai's whirlwind scheme, the lines between enemy and ally blurring in the face of ambition. And as you stood on the precipice of this daring venture, you realized that sometimes, the greatest battles were fought not on the silver screen, but behind the scenes, in the shadows where dreams and egos collided.

Dazai was a star since childhood. After starring in a movie at the age of 5, his career was an unstoppable ascent with no contenders. Every role, every appearance, no matter how small, made the project take off. Having Osamu in a project was synonymous with success.

At least, it was until he turned 15.

At 15, Dazai found himself on a thin line brought about by the consequences of fame. Surrounded by a world of drinks and nighttime dangers, Dazai felt embraced by the dark side of fame.

At 18, Osamu stepped away from his acting career. He needed a break from the spotlight and to clean himself from all the vices he had started in his adolescence. The media portrayed him as a comet in eruption disguised as a shooting star—if the media didn't want Dazai Osamu, then it wouldn't have him. Dazai distanced himself from screens and public scrutiny.

Now, at 22, Osamu was preparing for his comeback to the prestigious world of cinema, and when the cast was announced, people were stunned. Dazai's return after 4 years away from the stage. The return was so sudden that the media had no choice but to remind the public of Dazai's difficult phase.

His return was in a minor role in a drama film, the same film where you were one of the stars. You're a model represented by Fyodor Dostoevsky who landed this role by chance. It was a simple equation: good agents, beauty, charisma, and connections. There was no way your career could go wrong.

Despite the glitz and glamour of the entertainment industry, the atmosphere on set was anything but glamorous. From the moment filming began, it was clear that the animosity between you and Dazai was more than just a clash of egos—it was a full-blown feud.

Every interaction was laced with tension, each scene a battle for dominance. Behind the camera, snide remarks and passive-aggressive jabs were exchanged with alarming frequency, as you and Dazai vied for control of the spotlight.

But as the days turned into weeks, a begrudging respect began to simmer beneath the surface. Despite your mutual disdain, there was no denying the undeniable chemistry that crackled between you on screen. And as much as you hated to admit it, Dazai's talent was matched only by your own.

Yet, even as you grudgingly acknowledged each other's skill, the bitterness between you remained palpable. Every success felt like a personal affront, every compliment a thinly veiled insult. And as the pressure mounted, so too did the intensity of your rivalry.

But amidst the chaos and conflict, a glimmer of opportunity emerged. As filming progressed, it became increasingly clear that the success of the project hinged on your ability to set aside your differences and work together towards a common goal.

And so, begrudgingly, you and Dazai began to cooperate—not out of friendship or camaraderie, but out of sheer necessity. As the stakes grew higher and the deadline loomed closer, you found yourselves reluctantly setting aside your differences in pursuit of a greater good.

But, returning to the premiere of the film you were starring in: the after party was perfect. Only the most renowned people, the most coveted celebrities, all of it without any paparazzi or interviewer to disrupt the moment. That was the perfect opportunity to establish connections with the big names in the media. But, honestly, at that moment, all you wanted was to enjoy good drinks and soak in the energy of the place, having a well-deserved rest.

Navigating the treacherous waters of the entertainment industry had always been a challenge, but nothing could have prepared you for the tumultuous journey that came with co-starring in another film alongside the enigmatic Dazai. The tension between you two was palpable, a constant undercurrent of rivalry and animosity that colored every interaction.

Now, amidst the glittering lights and pulsating energy of the after party, with the paparazzi and interviewers finally gone, you hoped for a moment of respite. A chance to unwind and revel in the success of the film, to bask in the glow of your hard-earned achievements. But fate had other plans.

As you sipped your drink, a familiar voice sliced through the air, pulling you from your reverie. It was Dazai, his words laden with urgency and mystery. "Meet me in the bathroom," he murmured, before disappearing into the crowd. His abrupt departure left you both bewildered and irritated, a perfect encapsulation of your tumultuous relationship.

You and Dazai had always clashed on set, your fiery personalities and fierce ambition fueling a rivalry that bordered on hatred. Every scene was a battleground, every interaction a test of wills. And yet, beneath the surface animosity, there was a begrudging respect—a recognition of each other's talent and determination.

But as you made your way to the designated meeting spot, the backstage area cloaked in shadows and secrecy, you couldn't help but wonder what game Dazai was playing now. What could he possibly want from you?

As you rounded the corner, you found Dazai waiting for you, his expression inscrutable. The air crackled with tension, the weight of unspoken words hanging between you like a veil. And in that moment, you realized that whatever lay ahead, it would be anything but predictable.

You walked to the bathroom concerned. What the hell Dazai would want with you? You hate to admit it, but you’re kind of curious.

“Oh, well.” You said looking at the tall man with brown hair and mysterious eyes. “The demon prodigy want to talk to me. What an honor. Should I thank God for this?” You said with the voice dripping sarcasm as you roll your eyes.

The bathroom was empty and quiet. The place reeked of cigarette smell. Dazai was waiting there with a slight smile on his face. As soon as he saw you, he quickly put out his cigarette and threw the bud to the dumpster.

“Why so nervous?” His tone was taunting. He was leaning against the wall while talking to you.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You retort. “I’m trying to enjoy this after party but, damn, you really want to ruin everything.”

“Ruining it… or making it more interesting?” Dazai crossed his arms and smirked. His tone was still annoying. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. Like always.” Dazai muttered. You could see he was trying to make you angry.

“I wanted to talk with you in private. Since we’re having another film together. I want to propose something to you, since our reputation is on the line…” He said slowly.

“Our reputation?” You said laughter than you planned. “Oh, please. You’re the one who couldn’t resist to alcohol at 15. You’re the one who fucked up your image to the midia. Don’t put me into your twisted games.”

“Just listen before you go all ‘I hate you!’ On me, I get enough of that from the paparazzi.” Dazai said with a fake laugh.

Dazai stayed silent for a few seconds.

“You know how the rumor mill always says we are both in a relationship?” He sighed. “That’s not a problem to me. In fact, I believe it’s even better for us. I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend and feed the media with the idea that we are dating—“ You abruptly cut him off.

“Oh, don’t even come with this. I get enough bad ideas from my agent. I don’t need even more.”

Dazai's smirk widened at your reaction, his gaze unwavering. "I understand your hesitation, but think about it," he urged, his voice taking on a persuasive tone. "This could be mutually beneficial for both of us. Imagine the headlines, the buzz surrounding our 'relationship.' It would catapult us into the spotlight like never before."

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "And what about the fallout when the truth inevitably comes out?" you countered, your tone dripping with skepticism. "We'd be crucified by the media, branded as frauds and manipulators. Is that really the kind of attention you want?"

Dazai's expression softened slightly, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. "I know it's risky," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "But think about what we could achieve together. With our combined talent and charisma, we could dominate the industry. This could be our ticket to the top."

You hesitated, torn between your reservations and the tantalizing prospect of fame and success. The allure of the spotlight was undeniable, but at what cost? Could you really trust Dazai to have your best interests at heart, or was this just another one of his manipulative schemes?

As you weighed your options, the air between you crackled with tension, the silence stretching taut with unspoken possibilities. And in that moment, you knew that whatever decision you made would irrevocably alter the course of your career—and perhaps your life.

For a moment, you considered leaving, quitting the project before it even began, but the thought of walking away from such a high-profile opportunity filled you with dread. Instead, you looked back at Dazai, your expression unreadable. "I guess I have no choice," you said ironically. "If you insist on being such a jerk, I'll play your game. But remember, you're the one who's going to end up regretting this. Just wait until I show my true colors, and the world sees what a fucking asshole you really are."

With those words, You turned your back on Dazai, ignoring his derisive snort as you walked out of the room. You could feel his eyes burning into your back, and for a moment, you wondered if you had made the right decision. But then you reminded herself that you didn't need to like him; you only needed to tolerate him. After all, there was no way you could afford to lose your job over their petty feud.

Osamu couldn't help but smirk as he watched you storm off, your back rigid with anger and defiance. He had never cared about your opinion, but he still found himself curious about your reaction to his antics. There was something about your fierce determination and independence that intrigued him, and he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you ever decided to fight back against him.

Without thinking, Dazai grabbed you by the arm. “Hey, I’m still talking to you, belladonna.” He smirked. “Don’t think you could run away from me so easily.”

“Huh? Get lost!” You said firmly. “Don’t you dare touch me.” You gnashed your teeth while stepping closer to him, stepping on his foot.

Dazai’s grin widened as he felt your foot press down on his foot. It was clear that you were furious, and he reveled in the knowledge that he had managed to rile you up so quickly.

"Oh, come on, sweetheart. You know you love it when I tease you like this," he said, trying to sound casual. "It's part of my charm." His smile turned mischievous. "Besides, I think I deserve some credit for getting you to stay after all."

“Oh, don’t be so cheeky.” You said while rolling your eyes. He was still holding your arm, like he didn’t want to let you go.

"I am being cheeky, hmm?" Osamu retorted, his voice low and dangerous. "And you know it. Don't play innocent, sweetheart. We both know you secretly enjoy the attention I give you."

"I do not!" You spat, glaring at him. "You are such a jerk."

"Is that so?" Dazai asked, his tone still light and carefree "I am?" Osamu arched an eyebrow. "You really believe that, don't you?" He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You know you want me to keep doing it, right?"

"Shut up! I hate you, demon prodigy. You know how much I dislike you?” You said stepping on his foot even more heavily. Putting your face close to his.

Osamu laughed, the sound harsh and unpleasant. "So, you say you hate me?" He took a step closer, pressing his body against yours. "Well, I hate you too, sweetheart. But we can't seem to get rid of each other, can we?"

He moved his hand up to cup your face, turning your head so their gazes locked. "But that doesn't mean I can't make your life miserable, does it?" Your faces were to close, a single word could make your lips touch.

The air between you seemed to crackle with tension as Dazai looked into your eyes. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, tracing its outline. "If you don't want me to keep bothering you, then you should tell me to stop. If you do, I'll back off and leave you alone."

“Just shut up.” You said and finally pressed your lips against his.

Your tongues tangled together, Dazai's fingers digging into your hair, pulling your head back slightly. He was rough, demanding, and yet there was something undeniably compelling about the kiss.

As if he couldn't help himself, he deepened the kiss, taking control of the situation completely.

Osamu gripped you tightly, using all his strength to hold you in place. When he pulled away, he let out a loud laugh, a harsh bark of humorless mirth. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" Osamu broke away from the kiss, leaving you panting and gasping for air. His breath was hot against your skin, his eyes dark and hungry.

Osamu smirked, the smug expression making your blood boil. “I think you're enjoying it,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You know what? I'm going to keep doing it until you beg me to stop.”

He grabbed your hands and pulled you above your head, pinning you against the wall. “Now, let's see how long you can last before you give in to my charms, hmm?”

Dazai leaned in again, pressing his body against yours once more. This time, he didn't use his tongue; instead, he bit down hard on your bottom lip.

“Fuck…” You said between heavy breaths.

“Mmm, that's my girl.” Dazai grinned, showing off his teeth. “Keep screaming out your protests, sweetheart. I love it when you fight me like this. Makes it all the more fun.”

With that, he licked at your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. Then, he released it, only to bite down harder. The pain was intense, almost unbearable, but it also had a strange sort of pleasure attached to it.

Osamu's hand moved to your breast, cupping it through your dress. He squeezed it gently, then twisted it, causing her nipple to pierce through the fabric. The sensation was both excruciating and exquisite.

“A-Ah! Fuck!” You yelled, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

Osamu laughed softly, his smile growing wider. “You're so cute when you get mad,” he said, still holding onto your breast. “But remember, you asked for this, sweetheart. You wanted to play with the big boys, right?”

He released your breast, letting go of it. Instead, he began to run his fingers up and down your spine, making sure to tease you wherever possible. As he did so, he gave you breasts a rough tug, forcing your chest to arch upwards.

“Now, tell me, do you want me to continue or should I stop?” he asked, his tone casual and nonchalant. Osamu knew that he could push you to the breaking point, but he also knew that you would never say no to him.

You were breathless, your heart racing. Your cheeks were flushed, and you couldn't help but feel hot and bothered by his actions. It was clear that he enjoyed tormenting you, and you found yourself wondering if you should just let him have his way with you.

You hesitated for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to answer his question. Finally, you spoke, your voice barely audible over your panting. “... Fuck. Just keep going.”

Osamu nodded, his grin widening even further. “As you wish, my dear,” he said, giving you another hard pinch between your legs. This time, however, he made sure to rub against your thigh, pressing it against your sensitive flesh.

The sensation was incredibly intense, and it left you feeling exposed and vulnerable. But you didn't seem to mind; instead, you moaned softly, your body reacting to the stimulation.

Dazai's hands roamed across your back, tracing every curve and line. His fingers brushed against your skin, leaving trails of heat and desire in their wake. He grabbed hold of your ass, squeezing it tightly, before giving it a sharp smack.

“I'm going to fuck you, dear.” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “I'm going to make you mine, and I'll never let you go.”

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers.

The sensation of his finger pressing against your entrance made you shudder, your skin feeling sensitive and exposed. It was then that you realized just how vulnerable you was in this situation, and it scared you. But for some reason, it was addictive.

Still, you didn't back away from him, even though you knew he had the power to hurt you. Instead, you just looked at him, you eyes wide and pleading.

“Please, Osamu. Please, keep going.”

Osamu chuckled, his amusement evident in the twinkle of his eyes. He leaned back slightly, keeping his finger pressed firmly against your entrance as he glanced up at you.

“You're adorable when you beg, sweetheart. So cute and pathetic. But you know what? You asked for this, so you get exactly what you deserve.”

Without warning, he pulled his finger out of you, leaving you aching and needy.

Osamu chuckled, his smile wicked and predatory. He continued to tease you, gently rubbing your clit and pushing his finger deeper into you tight hole.

“You're such a good girl, aren't you?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “So obedient and submissive, like a dog. Always ready to do whatever your master tells you to do. But I bet you haven't ever asked what your master wants, right? I mean, it's only fair to ask before you start serving him, isn't it?”

The moment he pulled out, you whimpered, your body desperate for more. You wanted to cry out, to beg him to continue, but you knew it would only encourage him further. So instead, you just watched him, waiting for his next move.

As he sat up, you noticed something odd about his expression—it was almost as if he was enjoying himself. And yet, there was something cruel about the way he was treating you, something that made you want to run away from him.

But you couldn't leave. Not when he had you trapped in this bathroom.

“Dazai…” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “What do you want from me?”

Osamu laughed again, a harsh sound that echoed through the small space. His gaze never left hers as he spoke.

“I'm doing this because I hate you,” he said simply. “I think you're a terrible actress, and I can't stand the sight of you. Plus, it's fun to see you squirm and beg for mercy.

He reached over and grabbed your arm, pulling you close enough that your bodies were practically touching. He let go of you, however, and stood up, taking a few steps backward.

“Now, come here, belladonna. I want to fuck you until you beg for my cum.”

You sit down on the cold sink of bathroom and spread your legs, waiting for him.

Osamu smirked at your submission, a dark satisfaction curling deep within him. He walked towards you, his every step heavy with purpose and determination. When he finally reached you, he took hold of your hips and began to push your legs apart, making sure you were fully exposed and vulnerable.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered in your ear. “You know how much I hate you, right? Well, I hate you even more when you look like this, all pretty and helpless. It makes me feel powerful.”

With that, he released your hips and took hold of your thighs, lifting them off the ground and exposing your cunt completely.

As soon as he lifted your legs, you could feel his hardness pressing against your sensitive flesh. You shivered, feeling the chill of the air on your most intimate parts. Your heart raced, fear coursing through your veins. But still, you didn't try to stop him or fight back. Instead, you waited, your eyes wide and filled with fear and anticipation.

Osamu smirked once more before pushing into your tight, wet entrance. The sensation was intense, almost painful, but he continued to press forward, slowly filling you with his thick member. He gently rocked his hips, causing his cock to rub against your walls in a way that felt both rough and pleasurable.

As he did so, he couldn't help but grind out words against your neck. “Fuck, you're so tight. You'll be begging for my cum soon enough.”

The pressure inside you grew unbearable, but you tried not to let it show. Instead, you bit your lip and tried to focus on something else, anything else. All you could think about was how much you hated him, how much you wanted to make him suffer. But the thought of doing so only made you feel guilty and ashamed.

Osamu moaned softly, his voice low and rumbling against your neck. His hands clenched tightly onto your thighs, keeping your legs raised and exposed as he continued to pound into your with fierce intensity. He was determined to get what he wanted, and he would do whatever it took to make you suffer.

The sound of his moans echoed throughout the bathroom, the only thing breaking the silence besides their heavy breathing. Despite the fact that he was clearly enjoying himself, there was no love or affection in his actions; rather, it was all fueled by anger and hatred.

The tension in the room was palpable, and you found yourself unable to move or speak. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, and every time he moved, it caused your insides to writhe and protest. The thought of having sex with someone you hated so much was sickening, but at this point, you had no choice but to endure it.

You tried to bite down on your own lip, hoping to muffle some of the sounds of discomfort that were escaping your mouth. But it was no use; your moans were too loud and too frequent for you to keep quiet. And even though you knew that he would only use it against you later, you couldn't help but give in to the pleasure, however small it may be.

Osamu groaned out loud, his voice rough and strained as he felt his orgasm approaching. It was almost painful, the way he had to force himself to continue moving. But he wouldn't stop until he had finished, and when he finally did, he collapsed on top of you, his weight crushing you against the bathroom sink.

He pulled out of her with a grunt, his eyes still closed as he tried to catch his breath. Then, without warning, he reached up and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. When you opened your mouth to say something, he cut her off with a harsh glare.

"You think you can get away with your little tricks?" he growled, his tone dark and threatening. "Well, guess again."

He felt his climax approaching, so he released all inside of you, and as soon as you left, Dazai let out a sigh, his face twisting into a scowl. "Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath. "Why does she have to be so difficult? It's like pulling teeth to get anything out of her. This is going to be a nightmare." He plopped down on the couch, rubbing his temples in frustration. "I swear, sometimes I wish I could just strangle her and be done with it."

[astrodescent]

URANUS AND THE TYPE OF SOCIAL MEDIA POSTS YOU MAKE

aries / 1H uranus:

spontaneous and energetic posts, showcasing new and exciting activities or taking a bold and direct approach in communication. could have to do a lot with posting selfies, self victories or success.

taurus / 2H uranus:

posts might reflect stability, beauty and comfort, focusing on material possessions or a consistent aesthetic. tends to avoid abrupt changes in social media presence. used to “flex” on social media with materialistic content.

gemini / 3H uranus:

highly versatile and communicative posts, showcasing a variety of interests. embraces change and innovation in content and might be active on multiple platforms, probably talks about books and articles. quotes like crazy.

cancer / 4H uranus:

reflective and emotionally driven posts, sharing personal experiences or memories. may express a desire for security and emotional connection through social media, also can post domestic things such as cooking, family and cleaning.

leo / 5H uranus:

dramatic and attention-grabbing posts, possibly with a creative flair. enjoys showcasing individuality and seeking validation through social media interactions. lots of selfies and things to do with themselves. creative and only posts when they think it’s “important”.

virgo / 6H uranus:

detail-oriented and analytical posts, sharing information or insights. prefers a clean and organized social media presence and may critique or analyze online content. may have a cooking or service orientated socials.

libra / 7H uranus:

social and harmonious posts, focusing on aesthetics and relationships. beauty and art. values connections and may share content that promotes balance and beauty. post about their relationships a lot.

scorpio / 8H uranus:

can be a bit private, might delete their socials a lot or go MIA. intense and mysterious posts, possibly exploring taboo or deep subjects. may use social media as a platform for transformation and expressing hidden aspects. likes to post about occult, astrology or death.

sagittarius / 9H uranus:

adventurous and philosophical posts, sharing experiences and ideas. enjoys engaging with a diverse audience and might use social media for education or exploration. likes to show off their adventures and explorations as well.

capricorn / 10H uranus:

goal-oriented and strategic posts, showcasing achievements and milestones. may use social media for professional networking and building a structured online presence. lots of pictures with them in suits or looking put together.

aquarius / 11H uranus:

eccentric and innovative posts, possibly advocating for social causes or sharing unconventional ideas. posts about your friends. enjoys connecting with a diverse online community. talks about technology and humanitarian issues.

pisces / 12H uranus:

dreamy and imaginative posts, often blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. may use social media as a form of artistic expression or to share empathetic and compassionate content. likes to talk about the supernatural.

© spirit-of-phantom 2024

[coilserpent]

astrology observations pt. 13

Hello, everyone! 💜 I am back again with the observations after a long long time away from tumblr; I am taking sidereal birth chart readings, for those contact me at my email: coilserpent@gmail.com. Enjoy!

sidereal cancer is a natural yearner similar to sidereal taurus and libra, however it is not exclusive to a romantic interest. the yearning transcends romance, it goes to the past, friends, family, older versions of the self.

sidereal leo is pedantic about their goals, they like to track their progress and also keep their spaces clean and pleasant looking.

9th and 12th placements are experimental, they may not believe in the concepts presented to them but they do not reject them. 12th housers especially may even try them out and embrace something just to feel what it brings to them as an experience simply,

people put sidereal leo on a pedestal and look up to them because of their skills and the way they carry themselves, their wisdom too (magha nakshatra) but they feel like an impostor often and don’t even like being noticed in that way, they mostly prefer recognition for certain skills.

7th housers can’t learn their most valuable life lessons and develop themselves to their fullest potential without their 1:1 connections. be it business, friendship or romance. they take the wisdom from those unsuccessful relationships and use it to strengthen their 1st - sense of who they are outside of the relationships.

8th housers have a tendency to not let their traumatic experiences go and this stunts their ability to grow emotionally. (2-8 nodes especially here) they have a tendency to always remember the people closest to them did that affected them so deeply where they don’t even get out of this deep whole of negativity, this breeds chronic low self worth (2H) and no motivation to be more.

1st housers when not evolved may be tricked into giving a lot of attention to the 3D and associate 3D themes with what makes them “Them”, they may define themselves as their career and hobbies. this is a recipe for existential crisis because once those 3D elements change (they will) or are no longer interesting to the masses this individual essentially “loses value”.

sidereal taurus moon vs sidereal scorpio moon have polarizing approaches to lively aspirations. due to the exaltation of the Taurus moon and this sense of natural internal security they are born with has its downside, that shows up in someone as not striving for more than the ”comfortable” lifestyle and not really having build any special skills to achieve milestones. this makes them prone to falling into depressions later in life (and issues with overeating/drinking often). sidereal scorpio moons are not “blessed” with this sense of internal comfort, the hardships they face early on makes them motivated to rebuild themselves and acquire skills which are important for success. the other downside is they have to learn how to appreciate their achievements and not just diminish them and going for the next, taking time for a little rest now and then is okay, scorpio.

[hero21us]

What’s Wrong with Trey?

Trey had always been a star. A record-setting sprinter with dreams of Olympic gold, his relentless drive and focus made him a leader both on and off the track. But over the past week, something had changed.

It started innocuously enough. Trey received a package from "009," a cutting-edge sportswear company known for its experimental technology. The first few outfits were nothing short of miraculous. They improved his agility, boosted his endurance, and even seemed to quicken his recovery time. Trey’s performance skyrocketed, and he began to feel unstoppable.

The final item in the package, however, was different. A sleek black Fred Perry rubber polo shirt. Its material glistened in the light, and Trey hesitated before putting it on. But the promise of unparalleled performance pushed his doubts aside. The moment he pulled it over his head, he felt a surge of power, as though every muscle in his body was primed for greatness.

Trey became obsessed with the shirt. He wore it everywhere, not just to workouts but to meetings, social gatherings, and even to sleep. He was convinced that the shirt was the key to his newfound success, and he wanted everyone to experience the same benefits. He began to preach about the virtues of wearing rubber for all activities, especially the black "Fred Perry" shirt.

“You don’t understand,” he’d tell his friends, his voice oddly distant. “This shirt… it’s transformative. You should all try it. Imagine the unity we’d achieve if everyone embraced it.”

Trey began skipping practice, missing workouts, and obsessing over the shirt. His usual vibrant personality became subdued, his conversations revolving solely around the virtues of rubber clothing, particularly the black Fred Perry polo.

His teammates, Sam and Jordan, grew increasingly concerned and decided to intervene. They headed to his apartment after a missed practice, hoping to get through to him. Trey’s apartment was filled with rubber garments, all of them untouched. It was clear: the black polo had a hold on him that no other item did.

"Trey, we're worried about you," said his best friend, Sam. "You've been acting differently ever since you started wearing that shirt. We miss the old you."

Trey's eyes lit up with a zeal that made his friends uneasy. "You don't understand," he insisted. "This shirt is amazing. It’s like it has a power of its own. You should all try it!" Sam and Jordan started bringing up memories from Trey's past, reminding him of all the milestones he had achieved without the rubber shirt. "Remember when you broke the school record for the 400 meters? Or that time you led the team to victory at the state championships?"

Jordan showed him pictures from those glorious moments, each one a testament to his dedication and hard work.

Sam chimed in, "You didn't need any special gear back then. It was all you—your talent, your effort. Don't let this shirt define you or make you lose sight of your dreams."

They questioned him about his ambitions, gently reminding him of his goals and aspirations. "Trey, you used to talk about winning gold, about going to the Olympics. Don't give up on those dreams," Sam urged. “You just won this trophy which qualifies you for the Olympic trials in a few months.”

For a moment, Trey’s eyes softened. He reached for the trophy, his hand trembling. A flicker of the old him seemed to emerge as he touched the trophy. “I… I remember that,” he murmured, his voice unsteady. “But it feels so distant now.” But then his expression hardened, and he pulled back, the black rubber catching the faint light as if to remind them of its presence.

“I haven’t abandoned anything,” Trey said, his voice eerily calm. “This shirt is my path now. You’ll see. You’ll all see.”

Sam and Jordan, saw the momentary struggle etched across his face. Determined not to lose him, they decided to take matters into their own hands. They each took hold of the rubber shirt, pulling with all their might.

What followed was a frantic, desperate battle. Trey fought them with a strength neither of them had ever seen before. It was as though the shirt amplified his power, giving him near-superhuman endurance. Sam and Jordan wrestled with him, trying to get a grip on the slick, rubbery material, but it clung to Trey’s body as if it were alive.

“Hold him still!” Jordan shouted, grabbing at the collar of the polo.

“I’m trying!” Sam grunted, locking Trey in a bear hug.

"Come on, Trey! Remember who you are!" Sam shouted, his voice breaking through the fog.

"You've achieved so much without this shirt," Jordan added.

Trey’s resistance was feral, his movements almost inhuman.

Sweat dripped from their foreheads as they pulled and tugged, their determination unwavering. The shirt seemed to resist with an almost sentient force, but their combined effort began to make a difference. Little by little, the rubber gave way, inching off Trey's body.

Trey let out a guttural scream, his eyes wild with fear and rage.

With a final, collective effort, the shirt tore away, falling to the ground. Trey gasped, feeling a rush of relief and freedom wash over him.

As Trey’s breathing slowed, his friends knelt beside him. “Trey? Are you okay?” Sam asked. He nodded weakly, tears streaming down his face. “I’m… I’m free. Thank you.”

“Here put this shirt and jacket on to stay warm” Jordan insists.

The friends helped Trey put on a shirt and his gold jacket for warmth

“What was that thing?” Jordan asked, glancing nervously at the shirt laying nearby on the floor.

Trey sat up, his expression haunted. “It wasn’t the shirt. There was… more. Every night, I was compelled to wear a gas mask that came with it. The fumes—it was like they rewired my brain.

The black rubber polo empowered me, gave me focus, intensity, synchronization and clarity to help the team to win, but the gas… it truly corrupted me. It made me a part of something bigger, something I couldn’t resist.

"Every night, I was instructed to wear the gas mask. The gas treatments were intoxicating, making it harder and harder to act normal. I was told to spread the love of rubber and polo while appearing to remain my old self, to bring others into the fold. But each day, I could feel myself slipping further away from who I was. The team became irrelevant. I could no longer pretend. Being one with the collective and increasing its numbers consumed me.

Sam shuddered. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I couldn’t. It wasn’t just physical—it was psychological. Every time I tried to reach out, the collective’s influence would pull me back. I wasn’t myself anymore.”

The next morning, Trey returned to practice, though the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. The memories of his time under the polo’s influence haunted him, but his friends reminded him of his strength and his dreams. Slowly, he began to rebuild, focusing on the passion that had always driven him.

[muzansfangs]

Happy anniversary, darling! 🎉💕 Wow, time flies! Happy one-year milestone! Here's to many more years of creativity and success in both your writing and personal life. Let's celebrate with a glass of tequila, and I'd love to share it with Sanemi 🥰

My haven.

Starring: Sanemi Shinazugawa x f!reader;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, shower sex, modern au, rough sex, mention to minor injuries, small fight between Sanemi and a man at the bar, established relationship, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering;

Plot: You were taking a shower, waiting for your boyfriend Sanemi to come back home. When you suddenly felt him entering the cubicle, you knew exactly what he needed. His bloody knuckles told you a story not that unfamiliar to you. But even someone with a short-temper and a brazen nature could take care of what he loved in the best way possible. When he was out of his mind, he remembered he had you in his life and that was already enough.

Drink chosen: TEQUILA (shower sex)

MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT | RULES FOR THE EVENT

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Your forehead was resting against the tiled wall of the shower, palms flattened against it as you let the water cascade of your body after a tiring day at work. The water pouring down over your head, drenching your hair, irregularly running down your body, soothed your tired muscles, but did nothing to replace the loving sensation of your boyfriend's arms embracing you from behind.

He should have been home by now, he was supposed to be stuck in that cubicle with you, a cheeky grin on his lips as he apologized for not being capable of keeping his hands for himself, when you were naked in front of him. But Sanemi had not returned yet.

You wondered if he had got held up at work, if his car had a flat tyre, but you knew those were idiotic suppositions. Deep down, you knew there was something else behind that. Before coming back home, Sanemi always went to the bar nearby his office to drink something with his colleagues. Nothing was wrong with it, however the issue was that, most of the times, he got into bar fights and, when it happened, he came back later than usual.

You had tried to talk some reason into his head, but there are certain facets of his personality that not even you, or his younger brother Genya could ever change. Sanemi knew you got worried about what might happen if he crossed the wrong person’s path. To be fair, he had even tried to ignore the insignificant men that always did something to get on his nerves. He really did and, once or twice, he had come back home to you without a single scratch over his already scarred body.

Tonight, though, he could really not ignore the scene playing before his purple eyes.

The disrespect of two drunk ugly mugs insulting the barista, refusing to pay for their drinks and smashing the glasses onto the floor made something into him snap. Kyojuro and Obanai could do nothing but make sure he drove home safe and sound, afterwards.

The moment you finally heard the door opening, the sound of clothes landing on the floor with a soft thud, you sighed in relief. With your back still facing him, you allowed his chin to graze the top of your left shoulder, his mouth close to your jaw as his hands latched around you. Drifting your attention on his knuckles, bruises and dried blood made your stomach churn.

“Another fight?” you asked him softly, glad he was back to you.

“They pissed me off” he commented, before he began to leave open-mouthed kisses onto your skin, droplets of water meeting his dry lips in the process.

His grip on your hips tightened, your back arching as you felt his foot slide in between your legs and prompting them to part. Shower sex had become a sort of a ritual, apparently. Who were you to deny him some relief the way he wanted it, when, glancing at him from above your shoulder, you saw such an untainted contrast of affection and wanton glowing in his eyes?

Reaching your hand up, you craned your neck enough to let your lips lock in a passionate kiss. The necessity of feeling him pressed up against you, to unite your bodies like one, the way he always did, guiding you through the garden of eternal bliss.

“I promise I’ll be more cautious in the future. Just let me make it up to you now. – he whispered, his right hand gliding down your front and reaching down to cup your sex possessively – Let me apologize properly, babe” he whispered, his other hand groping your breast, earning a soft moan from you.

In his clutch, safe in the arms of a man who was well-known for his brutal attitude, you knew how deeply he hated disappointing you. Despite what people thought of him, Sanemi was a good man and a passionate lover. Always looking out for you, for his little brother and to your mutual happiness.

“I just want you to be safe” you whispered, while he let his fingers rub your slit up and down, rolling your pearl between his fingers to let you cry out in pleasure, to let you feel loved, once again like he always did.

“I am already safe. I have you. You are my haven” he mumbled against your skin, his mouth latching onto the crook of your neck, sucking onto the skin and leaving possesive marks onto it. He always did it, he made sure you could see the marks of his love, the morning after, while staring at your reflection in the mirror and that night was not an exception.

The melody of your moans echoed in the small cabin, resonating into a crescendo of whimpers as he plunged his digits deep into your core. Your head lolled back, as he did that, resting on the top of his shoulder for more support.

The water splashing onto your chest only amplified your perception of the intense feeling of pleasure pervading your body. The highest form of ecstasy you had ever experienced was with him. Your back arched, his scarred chest and his abs pressing onto your slippery skin, as his forteeth sank onto the tender flesh of your neck, causing your knees to buckle, and, in that very moment, you were glad he was holding you close to his body, preventing you from tripping and get a concussion in the small cabin.

“I’m famished. I need you. Do you need me as much as I do?” he asked, voice raspy as his bulge began to press onto the small of you back.

Lovestruck, with your inner walls already clamping down onto his fingers with the impellent need to reach your climax, you whimpered out in pleasure and nodded your head “Y-Yes, you stupid, charming, prick. I need you too, now” you breathed out, your lips disclosed as moans erupted from your throat.

Sanemi sneered, his chapped lips finally leaving your neck as he gave your lips a smooch to distract you from the feeling of his fingers leaving your warm cavern “Oh, now you’re greedy, I see. Let this prick show you how much he needs you, then” he rasped out, grasping you by your forearms and spinning you around, making sure you back was flattened against the wall of the shower.

The droplets stuck through your elashes and the ones running wildly down your face made you look so dashing to him. Free from the make-up, from the useless clothes that hid your body from his sight, you were simply impeccable. It took him a few moments to snap out of his daydreaming session, your arms swinging around his broad shoulders for support as he grasped your thigh and prompted you to hook it around his hipbone.

His free hand gave his shaft a few languid pumps, a low groan leaving his lips as he then lined up to your opening “Be vocal. I want that grumpy hag at the second floor to complain about it tomorrow morning” he whispered, lips hovering over yours tentalizingly, still not letting your mouths connect.

“You need to stop giving everyone an attitude. She’s an old woman” you chided him, albeit a soft chuckle escaped your luscious lips, right before he began to tease your entrance with his tip.

“Old woman or not, I don’t give a damn. I have a sexy girlfriend to fuck up here, she needs to stop yapping about it” Sanemi punctuated, before finally driving his hips up to meet yours and you let out a throaty moan.

That face you made when he was wholly sheathed into you, the way you clawed at his back whilst you attempted to adjust to his impressive size made him hardly capable of controlling himself. The way you tightened around his cock, sucking him in, was not supposed to be legal. Before meeting you, Sanemi had never doubted his durability.

Once you two had slept together for the first time, however, things changed. He had struggled to control himself that night, his endurance bent by how exquisite your body was and how good you fitted him.

“Ah, yeah, there it is. — he hoarsely groaned out — My nest” he mumbled, as you whined and rested your nape against the wall to concentrate better and steady your breath.

“Welcome back” you replied, a small grin curving your lips, as he rolled his hips slowly onto yours, his fingertips digging onto your flesh roughly.

Sanemi assessed your reaction, the knot between your eyebrows speaking volumes about what you craved and he was more than glad to lead you to insanity. Drawing his hips back, only leaving half of his cock into you, he then snapped them back into you with a strained moan. The sound of skin clapping made your cheeks heat up, while you moaned for him, completely ignoring the whole cantankerous neighbour problem.

When you two made love, the world disappeared. It was just you two, your desires and the way you chased your orgasms together. Oh, and there was the completely gentleman-coded way Sanemi made sure you reached your climax before he did.

“Pussy so good, I swear, I might burst like a virgin” he commented, gritting his teeth as he kept on thrusting into you passionately.

His eyes kept on darting from your scrunched up face to your bouncing breasts, his mouth salivating as he raved at the fact that you were his and no one else’s. His, only his.

“Argh– ‘Nemi, ‘Nemi, I’m close” you whimpered, back arching as your jaw went slack to the feeling of the head of his cock hitting your g-spot with so much vigor to leave you breathless.

Sanemi grunted, grasping your jaw with his free hand and locking eyes with you “Then watch me, while you cum, pretty girl. Look at me, while I paint this cunt white” he commanded you, causing a pathetic whine to fall from your lips as you both reached your ends with shameless moans.

Yeah, you were definitely going to forgive his manners outside.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Here’s the second request from my “Have a drink event”. I hope you have enjoyed this Sanemi’s one. @doumadono Honey, I literally adore you with every inch of my heart! Thank you so much and I wholeheartedly wish you the same! You’ve been one of my first friends here and I can say no one is as sweet as you!❤️

See you in the next post! Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

X O X O

[bloomzone]

The "Lucky Vicky" Mindset

The Lucky Vicky Mindset, inspired by K-pop idol Jang Wonyoung from the gg ive , emphasizes a positive, resilient approach to life. This mindset encourages self-improvement, focusing on personal strengths, and maintaining a positive outlook even in challenging situations.

୨ৎ Key Principles of the Lucky Vicky Mindset

1. Born Strong from the Start

- Understand that mistakes are opportunities for growth.

- 💌 Embrace failures as learning experiences. If you fail a test or face a setback, view it as a chance to learn and grow stronger.

2. Maintain Your Own Pace

- Avoid comparing yourself to others and focus on your own journey.

- 💌 Set personal goals and milestones. Celebrate your progress, no matter how small. Track your improvement and stay motivated by your achievements.

3. Focus on Strengths Rather Than Weaknesses

- Concentrate on developing your strengths instead of fixating on weaknesses.

- 💌 Identify your unique strengths and find ways to use them to your advantage. Work on improving areas of weakness without letting them overshadow your strengths.

୨ৎ Practical Steps to Adopt the Lucky Vicky Mindset

1. Daily Affirmations

- Start each day with positive affirmations that reinforce your strengths and potential. For example, “I am capable of achieving my goals,” or “I learn from my mistakes and grow stronger.”

2. Reflect and Reframe

- When faced with a setback, reflect on what happened and how you can learn from it. Reframe negative thoughts into positive ones. Instead of thinking, “I failed,” consider, “I learned a valuable lesson.”

3. Goal Setting

- Set specific, achievable goals that align with your strengths and interests. Break them down into smaller, manageable tasks to track your progress and maintain motivation.

4. Mindfulness and Self-Care

- Practice mindfulness to stay focused on the present moment and reduce anxiety about the future. Incorporate self-care routines such as meditation, exercise, or hobbies you enjoy.

5. Surround Yourself with Positivity

- Surround yourself with positive influences, such as supportive friends, inspiring content, or motivational quotes. Engage with communities that uplift and encourage you.

୨ৎ Addressing Challenges

1. Dealing with Negative Feedback

- Understand that negative feedback is part of growth. Use it constructively to improve while not letting it undermine your self-worth. Assess feedback objectively and create a plan to address it.

2. Overcoming Jealousy

- Acknowledge feelings of jealousy without letting them control you. Use others' achievements as inspiration rather than a benchmark for your success. Remind yourself that everyone’s journey is unique.

3. Managing Self-Doubt

- Combat self-doubt by reflecting on your past achievements and the progress you've made. Keep a journal of your successes and revisit it when you need a confidence boost.

[daethvalley-sims]

ARCANA LEGACY CHALLENGE

Hello!! I started putting this challenge together back in March when I played Persona 3 Reload and made that my entire personality for a while. I'm a master procrastinator so I didn't get much down at first other than a vague outline but I'm SOOOO glad I waited because the Lovestruck and Life & Death packs have added SO MUCH to this challenge. Really it was the release of Life & Death and the tarot theme of the pack that inspired me to come back to this and it ends the challenge so nicely. I'm obsessed.

This is a 14 generation legacy challenge with each gen representing one of the first 14 of the 22 major arcana cards, beginning with The Fool and ending your journey with Death.

Anyway... below's the rules. If you play this I'd really love to see so please tag me here or on bluesky (daethvalley.bsky.social) !!

Updates:

8/12/2024: The Fool can now get jobs to be able to complete the Renaissance Sim aspiration.

Generation 0: The Fool

Young and vulnerable, you have not yet experienced any of life’s challenges, and thus embrace all that lies ahead without fear or worry.

Your founder will begin as a Young Adult with §0 and nothing to their name besides the clothes they’re wearing and the companion at their side. Representing the start of your journey, the Fool generation will lay the foundations of hopefully a long standing and successful legacy. 

Generation Rules: 

Create a new Sim. The only limitations are that they must have the Kleptomaniac, Goofball and Cat/Dog Lover traits and the Chief of Mischief aspiration. Their gender, appearance, likes/dislikes and turn ons/offs are all up to you. If you choose to download a Sim from the gallery, they must be a blank slate with no skills, milestones, or achievements. 

Your sim must start the game with or adopt a fluffy companion - Cat or Dog is up to you (a Dog is suggested) and the corresponding Cat/Dog Lover trait. 

Move into an empty lot. The location is up to you (you’ll only spend one generation here) and once moved in, cheat your money down to §0.

There are no rules about how you make or spend money other than you must never reach higher than level 3 in a career. 

Complete the Chief of Mischief aspiration. 

Complete the Renaissance Sim aspiration. 

Purchase the Brave trait from the Rewards Store (8,000 satisfaction points)

Have at least one child (this is a legacy after all!) and have the best relationship with them. 

Marriage is optional but only after completing your aspirations. 

Swipe an object every time you leave your home lot.

Master at least one instrument.

The Fool embraces anything and everything that life throws at them. Accept all self discovery moments. 

Traits: Kleptomaniac, Goofball, Cat/Dog Lover

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief AND Renaissance Sim 

Max skills: Mischief, one instrument. 

Career: Various

Generation 1: The Magician

Raised by the Fool, you see the potential of the world laid ahead of you. You feel a spiritual calling to the Magic Realm and determination to do whatever it takes to master its sacred power. 

Generation Rules:

Leave home as a teen and move to Glimmerbrook and become a Spellcaster via completing the Rite of Ascension ritual at the magic realm. 

Drop out of high school to focus on your magical studies.

Complete the Spellcaster skill tree and become a magical Virtuoso.

Have at least one child with one of the Sages (don’t move in with them as they will lose Sage status). 

Never marry.

Embrace the power of crystals and master Gemology to manipulate your abilities and moods.

Complete both your chosen Spellcaster aspiration and Crystal Crafter.

Traits:  Childish, Creative, Self-Assured

Character values: Irresponsible

Aspiration: Spellcraft & Sorcery OR Purveyor of Potions, Crystal Crafter

Max skills: Gemology

Career: Freelance: sell your crystal creations! 

Generation 2: The High Priestess

Your parent, the Magician, achieved the greatest heights of the Magic Realm. Inheriting the intuition and knowledge of a Sage you seek enlightenment: serenity, acceptance, and a peaceful life. 

Generation Rules: 

Leave Glimmerbrook and move somewhere peaceful. 

Don’t contact your parents after you leave - they’re in another realm! 

Start afresh: Complete the Inner Peace aspiration and gain a clear perspective. 

Get married and have at least one child with any sim. 

At least one child must be born a Spellcaster, that is your heir. 

Coach and guide others to achieve enlightenment as you have by completing the Zen Guru aspiration. 

Remain a Spellcaster but never use your abilities. 

Never use any Mean or Mischief interactions.

Traits: Proper, Neat, Squeamish

Character values: Emotional Control

Aspiration: Inner Peace AND Zen Guru

Max skills: Wellness

Career: Any 

Generation 3: The Empress

You are a 3rd generation Spellcaster, not that you’ve ever had a connection to the Magic Realm. Still, your strong magical bloodline connects you to the elements and the natural world. You bring life - a large, happy family and a flourishing garden. 

Generation Rules:

Complete your childhood aspiration (you choose which!) 

Never use your Spellcaster abilities.

Move to Henford-On-Bagley and embrace the simple way of living. Your home must have the Simple Living lot trait applied.

Grow your own food, and keep farm animals for milk, eggs, and wool. 

Get married to any sim. 

Complete the Freelance Botanist aspiration.

Progress through the Big Happy Family aspiration up to Loving Guardian. 

Have at least 3 children. 

Any child not born as a Spellcaster is eligible to be heir.

Traits: Family Oriented, Generous, Loves Outdoors

Character values: Compassionate

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist AND Big Happy Family (up to Loving Guardian level)

Optional university degree: Biology

Max skills: Gardening, Parenting

Career: PhD of Pollen (Gardener - Botanist branch) 

Generation 4: The Emperor

The magical abilities that ran through your family lineage have been lost. You are left with a natural born ability to lead and easily gain the respect of those around you. With strong family values instilled upon you from an early age, you respect authority, and command the same in return. A figure of strength to many, it’s up to you to solve the mystery surrounding the small desert town you moved to after joining the military. 

Generation Rules: 

Complete the Playtime Captain childhood aspiration. 

Complete the Leader of the Pack aspiration while in high school.

Early graduation is allowed if Leader of the Pack aspiration completed. 

Do not attend university. 

Move to Strangerville immediately after high school graduation and join the Military career. 

Fall in love with a local and get married before fighting the final boss - you never know what could happen. 

Solve the Strangerville Mystery and become a local hero! 

Have at least 2 children. 

Be a diligent parent - all children must gain the Top-Notch Infant/ Toddler traits, have a strict family dynamic, and they all must gain at least 2 positive character value traits. Any child with the Responsible trait is eligible to be heir. 

Purchase the Mentor trait from the rewards store and mentor your heir in Charisma. 

Traits: Hot Headed, Glutton, Insider

Character values: Mediator

Aspiration: Leader of the Pack AND Strangerville Mystery

Max skills: Fitness, Charisma

Career: Grand Marshal (Military - Officer branch) 

Generation 5: The Hierophant

Your parent taught you absolutely everything you’d need to know, and as a result you’ve grown into an equally diligent sim. Drawn to knowledge over strength, you studied hard and under the mentorship of your parent, became a master orator. Beloved by all, it was inevitable you’d be voted in as the National Leader. However, romance wasn’t something that interested you, and your work responsibilities left you little time for the one child you did have. 

Generation Rules: 

Complete the Admired Icon aspiration while in high school. 

Attend university and complete a Distinguished Degree in History. 

Join the Debate Guild at UBrite and reach Level 3.

Max Research & Debate skill before graduating university. 

Move to San Myshuno and join the Politician career. 

Work from home and complete the active work tasks at least twice per week. 

Never have woohoo or a romantic relationship.

Have one child only, either through adoption, science baby, or alien abduction. 

Have a full staff - nanny, maid, chef, gardener (if applicable). They will raise your child. 

Live in a Penthouse by the end of the generation. 

Achieve the Wise trait if played until Elder. 

Be acquaintances only with your child. 

Traits: Ambitious, Outgoing, Unflirty

Character values: Responsible

Aspiration: Admired Icon AND Friend of the World

Max skills: Charisma, Research & Debate

Career: National Leader (Politician - Politician branch) 

Generation 6: The Lovers

You lacked attention as a child, and as an adult crave affection more than anything. Where better to find it than the City of Love itself? Your rich, sheltered upbringing has left you naive and sadly you had to kiss a few frogs before you found your prince.

Generation Rules: 

Perform averagely in school.

Do not attend university.

Move to Ciudad Enamorada as a Young Adult.

Join the Barista career.

Have a toxic relationship with a bad/ awful compatibility sim. Get engaged but NOT married.

Leave your toxic ex and explore your options by completing the Paragon Partner aspiration.

Quit your job as a Barista and join the Romance Consultant career.

Meet The One and complete the Soulmate aspiration.

Have at least one child. 

Be a loving but ineffective parent - never use discipline.

Any child with the Irresponsible trait is eligible to be heir.

Traits: Lovebug, High Maintenance, Jealous

Character values: Uncontrolled Emotions

Aspiration: Paragon Partner AND Soulmate

Max skills: Romance

Career: Certified Dating Specialist (Romance Consultant - Matchmaker branch) 

Generation 7: The Chariot

Your parents loved you, but you were still left to find your own way. You were a daredevil child and carried your bravery and willpower into adulthood, determined to achieve a feat no sim had managed before. 

Generation Rules: 

Complete the Mind and Body aspiration as a child. 

Complete the Live Fast aspiration as a teen. 

Move to Mt Komorebi and take up Rock Climbing AND either Snowboarding or Skiing. 

Complete the Extreme Sports Enthusiast aspiration.

Lead a mountain excursion (solo or with another sim) and reach the peak of Mt Komorebi. 

Staying in Mt Komorebi after completing the excursion is optional!

Only join a career after completing the Mt Komorebi excursion. Part time jobs are ok before that. 

Marriage is optional.

Have at least one child - your heir must grow up with the Responsible and Mediator traits. 

Traits: Self Assured, Adventurous, Practice Makes Perfect

Character values: Irresponsible

Aspiration: Extreme Sports Enthusiast

Max skills: Fitness, Rock Climbing

Career: Any (after generational goals achieved) 

Generation 8: Justice

Your parent was reckless, but you admired their tenacity and strength of mind. You grew up brilliant in the more conventional way, committed to earning the highest grades and learning everything you could. More importantly, your strong sense of right and wrong led you down the path of seeking justice. 

Generation Rules: 

Complete the Whiz Kid childhood aspiration.

Complete the Goal Oriented teen aspiration. 

Join the Chess Team after school activity and become Captain. 

Maintain the highest grades and study hard to ace your exams so you graduate as Valedictorian - this means NO early graduation. 

Learn skills through reading books and studying where possible. 

Attend university and complete a Distinguished Degree in History.

Complete the Academic aspiration while at university.

Tutor other students twice per week.

Write and publish research papers. 

Join the Law career - Judge branch after graduation.

Get married to your first relationship. 

Have two children with a negative relationship - one Genius (they will be heir) and one with the Outgoing trait. 

Have high expectations for your children - discipline them often and have a strict family dynamic, but always help them with homework, school projects etc. 

Adopt a dog. 

Traits: Bookworm, Overachiever, Loyal

Character values: Responsible and Mediator

Aspiration: Academic

Max skills: Logic, Research & Debate 

Career: Chief of Justice (Law - Judge Branch)

Generation 9: The Hermit

Your parents had high expectations for you and your sibling, who couldn’t be more different from you. You were a born Genius while they excelled socially, and you often felt as if you were in competition with eachother. As a teen you retreated further inside yourself and preferred the company of your family dog to spending time with other sims. You spent your time learning everything you could about computers and gaming, and eventually made a living from your bedroom. 

Generation Rules: 

Complete the Whiz Kid aspiration as a Child. 

Have a negative relationship with your sibling. 

Attend high school but only to study. 

Only befriend other Loner sims. 

Spend most of your time in your bedroom - you’ll need a computer in there! 

Reach level 5 of the Tech Guru career before becoming a Freelance Programmer.

Complete the Computer Whiz aspiration. 

Earn money through video gaming tournaments, hacking, and making apps & video games. 

Your relationship must be online only - never meet them in person (if you choose to have one).

Never move out of your parents house. 

Have at least one child. Be creative with how you get one, it’s still a legacy after all! 

Your parents will raise your child. 

Traits: Genius, Loner, Geek

Character values: Argumentative

Aspiration: Computer Whiz

Max skills: Video Gaming, Programming

Career: Project Manager (Tech Guru)

Generation 10: Wheel of Fortune

You were raised by loving grandparents, but you felt a bit abandoned by your parent that hardly saw you. You wanted to rebel against the life your grandparents laid out for you and in the spirit of the founder of your family, the Fool, you embraced everything that came your way. With a belief in destiny and sheer good luck, you moved forward without a plan and trusted that everything would work out in your favour. 

Generation Rules: 

Anything could happen!

Have your grandparents help you get the Top Notch Infant and Top Notch Toddler traits.

As a Child, choose and complete the aspiration that best fits your randomised trait. 

As a Teen, we’ll use the https://simsrandom.com/ random legacy generator to set the rules for this generation. 

Stick to what the randomiser gives you unless you don’t have the packs, in which case you can re-roll. 

Traits must be randomised when your sim ages up, and can’t be changed. 

Age up to Young Adult with a character value that suits your path.

Select an aspiration that suits your randomised career/ hobbies. 

Reach the top of your Primary Career.

Complete the Generational Goal. If it’s something you’ve already done in this legacy (i.e. the Strangerville Mystery) you can re-roll. 

Miscellaneous Fun must be followed. 

Max 1-2 skills that align with your sim’s goals. 

Traits: Random!

Character values: Random!!

Aspiration: Random!!!

Max skills: Random!!!!

Generation 11: Strength

The legend of your great-great-great grandparent being the first sim to reach the peak of Mt Komorebi inspires you. You come from a line of masters in their field and you aspire to live up to the greatness of your ancestors in the only way you know how - you are determined to push your body to its limits and perfect your physique, and nothing else is important to you. 

Generation Rules: 

Complete the Rambunctious Scamp aspiration as a Child.  

Join the Football Team as a Teen and become captain. 

University is optional.

Befriend other Bros and lead a club practising physical activity.

Drink protein shakes every day! 

Complete the Bodybuilder aspiration. 

Join the Athletic career and reach level 10 in the Bodybuilder branch. 

You can have relationships but never marry. 

Have a one night stand resulting in a child and raise them as a single parent. 

Have a permissive relationship dynamic with your child. 

Traits: Active, Bro, Self-Absorbed

Character values: Insensitive

Aspiration: Bodybuilder

Max skills: Fitness

Career: Mr./ Ms. Solar System (Athletic - Bodybuilder branch)

Generation 12: The Hanged Man

The idea that your family is born from magic feels like a distant dream. Your parent was so self-absorbed that they never saw the truth. Spellcasters don’t exist, not for generations anyway. Any magical connection to the earth has been long lost.  Instead of striving for greatness, can’t you just be normal? A normal life, a normal job. Of course you have aspirations - they’re just not realistic right now. 

Generation Rules: 

Maintain a B grade through Grade school and High school. 

Don’t complete your Child or Teen aspirations. 

University is optional but you can’t do a Distinguished Degree. 

Keep a Private Journal as a Teen. 

Have the Beach Life aspiration but never start it. 

Never travel outside of the world you live in. 

Join the Salaryperson career and become Head of Department (Supervisor branch).

Gain the Workaholic lifestyle. 

Write many books on your family history but never publish any. Put them in a keepsake box.

Marry a sim with Bad or Awful compatibility. 

Have at least one child. 

Fight Father Winter and ask him for proof of his powers. 

Traits: Gloomy, Noncommittal, Skeptical

Character values: Responsible

Aspiration: Beach Life (never complete this) 

Max skills: Writing, Logic 

Career: Head of Department (Salaryperson - Supervisor branch)

Generation 13: Death

There has to be more out there than your parent had you believe. You’d read their unpublished novels on your family’s legend and knew it was up to you to seek the answers and return to the magic your ancestors were born from. You left everything behind and travelled alone to the town under a permanent autumn. It was here you found your answers, and your end. 

Generation Rules: 

Complete the Artistic Prodigy aspiration as a Child. 

Don’t go to university- you’ve got better things to do. 

Move to Ravenwood as a Young Adult. 

Get involved in the community and complete all the favours for the Order of Lenore. 

Complete the Ravenwood tarot deck. 

Write a bucket list and work towards it but don’t complete it. 

Complete the Ghost Historian aspiration and befriend many ghosts. 

Never marry or have children.

Be the only sim in your household when you die (you can have pets). 

Meet an untimely end - die before you become an Elder.

Traits: Macabre, Music Lover, Chased by Death

Character values: Good Manners

Aspiration: Ghost Historian

Max skills: Writing, Thanatology

Career: Publish your history books! 

Mini Generation: Temperance

That can’t be… it? You were so young, and you were so busy searching for your answers you never did everything you wanted to do. Fourteen generations and it ends here. However, death had taken a special interest in you, and offers you the chance to address your unfinished business before you move on. 

Generation Rules: 

Attend your own funeral.

Achieve your unfinished business and complete your Soul’s Journey to earn the Burning Soul trait. 

Head to Mourningvale on the day of the Thinned Festiveil and be reborn in the Baleful Bog. 

With the knowledge of 14 generations behind you, you are reborn as The Fool, and the cycle is completed.

[glowup-princess]

ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇʟʟᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ

Studying like Elle Woods means embracing confidence, determination, and style while pursuing academic success. Here are 10 tips to channel your inner Elle Woods:

Set Clear Goals Elle Woods set her sights on getting into Harvard Law School, a clear and ambitious goal. Could you define what you want to achieve and keep that vision at your mind? Action Tip: Write your goal on a sticky note and place it where you’ll see it daily.

Stay Organized Elle was determined to stay on top of her studies. To maximize productivity, keep your notes, schedule, and resources organized. Action Tip: Use planners or apps to track assignments, deadlines, and study sessions.

Create a Study-Friendly Environment Elle embraced her unique style while working hard. Make your study space inspiring and comfortable. Action Tip: Decorate your desk with motivational quotes, good lighting, and a splash of your favorite colors.

Dress for Success Elle knew the power of looking good and feeling good. Dressing up can boost your confidence and focus. Action Tip: Wear an outfit that makes you feel empowered, even when studying at home.

Study Smart, Not Just Hard Elle used her strengths and creative thinking to excel. Find study methods that work for you, like flashcards, mind maps, or teaching others. Action Tip: Use active recall and spaced repetition for better retention.

Embrace a Positive Mindset Elle faced skepticism but stayed positive. Believe in yourself and your ability to succeed. Action Tip: Use affirmations like “I am capable” or “I can handle this” when doubts creep in.

Prioritize Self-Care Elle balanced work with self-care. Ensure you’re taking care of your physical and mental health. Action Tip: Schedule breaks, exercise, and treat yourself to little rewards after hitting study milestones.

Surround Yourself with Supportive People Elle had a solid support system. Connect with people who encourage and inspire you. Action Tip: Join study groups or connect with classmates who share similar goals.

Stay Resilient in the Face of Challenges Elle didn’t let rejection or doubt hold her back. Learn from setbacks and keep moving forward. Action Tip: Reflect on challenges to find lessons and areas for improvement.

Celebrate Your Wins Elle celebrated her accomplishments, big or small. Acknowledge your progress and reward yourself for hard work.

Remember take care of yourself <3

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[dissensionads]

𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.

Welcome  to  Volner-Downe  Inc.,  where  progress  is  not  just  measured—it  is  curated.  You’re  about  to  embark  on  a  journey  toward  personal-professional  harmony,  powered  by  our  proudest  innovation:  the  Dissension  Procedure™.  This  patented,  board-approved  neurological  separation  offers  participants  the  ultimate  gift—a  life  unburdened  by  labor  or  personal  pains  better  left  at  home.  Imagine  waking  up  refreshed,  unaware  that  another  version  of  you  has  been  contributing  tirelessly  to  society’s  advancement.  No  stress.  No  guilt.  No  pesky  memories  of  filing  reports  or  sitting  through  time-inefficient  meetings.  Just  you,  at  your  best—half  the  time,  all  the  reward. We  understand  that  new  developments  can  raise  questions,  even  mild  emotional  fluctuations  ( don’t  worry—we’ve  accounted  for  those ).  Please  know  that  all  Dissension  participants  enjoy  top-tier  medical  observation,  plush  ergonomic  seating,  and  curated  social  interactions  designed  to  maintain  morale  at  industry-leading  levels.  Should  any  adjustment  period  occur—say,  a  brief  disorientation,  the  occasional  mirror  hallucination,  or  a  strong  emotional  response  to  sunshine—our  Cognitive  Reintegration  Specialists  are  fully  equipped  to  assist.  Such  incidents,  of  course,  are  exceedingly  rare,  and  often  resolved  with  herbal  tea,  light  recalibration,  or  a  brief  nap  in  our  Reflection  Pods.  We  take  pride  in  rewarding  exceptional  behavior,  whether  that’s  through  commemorative  pins,  snack  vouchers,  or  a  featured  spot  in  our  quarterly  Employee  Luminary  Ledger. We  at  Volner-Downe  believe  that  one  day,  humanity  will  see  the  Dissension  Procedure  not  just  as  a  milestone,  but  as  a  moral  obligation.  Why  suffer  from  the  weight  of  dual  responsibility  when  we  can  tidy  it  up  for  you?  The  self  is  a  luxury  that  was  never  meant  to  multitask.  So  relax.  Unclench.  Your  Outie  is  safe,  your  Innie  is  productive,  and  your  endowment  to  our  future  is  already  happening; so  we  thank  you  for  your  contribution—however  subconsciously  rendered.  Welcome  to  Volner-Downe  Inc.™:  Your  life,  organized. Please  note:  Volner-Downe  Inc.  is  not  liable  for  any  deaths,  surgical  irregularities,  loss  of  cognitive  integrity,  spontaneous  emotional  eruptions,  or  permanent  dissociative  consequences  resulting  from  participation  in  the  Dissension  Procedure™  or  any  adjacent  sub-protocols.  By  proceeding,  you  accept  all  terms  as  lovingly  implied.  Thank  you  for  your  service—even  if  you  don’t  remember  giving  it.

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚.

THE  HOUSE  OF  DISSENSION  is  a 21+  original,  psychological  horror, drama, and political  roleplay  set  in  a  retrofuturist  2028,  where  identity  has  become  a  product,  obedience  a  prescription,  and  silence  the  only  permitted  rebellion.  Inspired  by  Severance,  Succession,  The  Sims,  and  Control,  it  explores  corporate  surveillance,  manufactured  realities,  and  the  ghost-like  aftermath  of  partitioned  lives.  The  aesthetic  is  mid-century  modern  gone  sterile:  sleek  chrome,  synthetic  smiles,  and  cocktail  parties  hosted  beneath  the  glare  of  hidden  cameras.  Centered  around  profound  character  evolution,  embracing  dark  narratives,  intricate  personal  journeys,  immersive  world-building,  and  transformative  plot  developments  designed  to  challenge  your  character  and  reshape  the  very  fabric  of  their  reality. This  world  is  curated  to  the  point  of  collapse,  built  on  a  foundation  of  inherited  power,  manipulated  memory,  and  the  slow,  aching  horror  of  being  erased  while  alive.  More  information  will  be  declassified  on  May  18th.  Until  then—remember  your  place,  repeat  your  mantras,  and  above  all  else:  we’re  happy  to  be  here.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘, 𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪 𝗢𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 & 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗗𝗜𝗕𝗦 𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦 !

[sukunasun]

I feel like actor geto would be the type to retire so he can raise his girls and be your husband

he'd be so lowkey about it. no press release, no official announcements, none of the usual hints or whispered rumours. just a single decision made without looking back and everyone wonders whatever happened. are there scripts being written for films, franchises, a six episode special documentary maybe since he's been seen travelling across southeast asia recently. suguru snacking on street food, soaking up sunlight, is this the comeback of a lifetime? they wonder, but hopes have been crushed when no news has surfaced and it's obvious he'd taken a much needed holiday. no camera crew or co-stars. just his children and one, very beautiful wife. geto has dubbed it "our third honeymoon, since we technically missed the first two." blame it on the tight shooting schedule and endless rehearsals for a play he starred in at the time.

"you're not acting anymore?" mimiko asks softly while nanako immediately retorts with a "you can't do that papa!" geto doesn't blame them, they believe he's happiest when playing make-believe and dress up, or that's what he's told her, opting out the finer, uglier details. he loves acting still but after all that success and nonstop work, he's ready to set his sights on other ventures. already missing out on too much, he can't remember the last time he'd seen the twins for more than a few days. no recollection of their milestones. he doesn't wish to be the 'famous deadbeat dad' who sends hush money and doesn't remember birthdays.

by the time his contractual commitments are done, he flies back to japan and spends time cleaning the house, cooking meals, doing the things he's missed out on while getting accustomed to the simple life. he's over travelling and maxing his social battery out. it's why he clings and clings to you, following you around, wanting to run errands with you as if he wouldn't get spotted the moment he steps out the house. "i'll wear a disguise," he suggests, but of course he's stopped by at least two fans and one very confused grandma who wishes to know what the fuss is about.

"never heard of you," she waves at him dismissively before walking away without asking for a picture or an autograph. surprisingly, it makes his whole day just that bit sweeter. soon, he'll be a has been, a nobody, just like everyone else. the thought might've scared him years ago when his fame and income were codependent but it's a sign he's made the right choice. if he'd carried on, acting would be just another job for him.

what's not a job is being a husband. although if it were, he'd be lacking in that department. "i noticed you don't watch the films i'm in," he starts that morning while you're packing bentos for the twins. geto's enjoying his own breakfast by the dining table with his obnoxiously large ipad in hand—not as large when he holds it though, you remember that he spent well over thirty minutes fiddling with the mini model at the store before settling on the biggest size—while his less obnoxious glasses sit perched on his nose, framing his questioning expression.

you look up to notice the lines on his forehead, around his mouth, thankful he didn't get any work done, grateful to the gods that he looks every bit a man who embraces his age. he doesn't need it when his extensive skincare routine and array of supplements does wonders for him. always so beautiful. it reminds you of how it feels to be next to him, despite remaining out of the spotlight, you know how dull and dowdy you come off. so much so that it's hard to see him next to prim and perfect leading women.

and you've always hated love scenes, kiss scenes are hard enough to watch but when he's on top of another, exposed like that, you don't wish to twist the knife any further. "i'm a busy woman, no time for films," is a response you've rehearsed. maybe just as well as he does when he counters with "not according to this," he turns the screen towards you and there in broad daylight are the logged reviews and ratings for movies you've seen the past month, listed there as evidence. curse that app.

"oh would you look at that–" you feign surprise, playing it off, but judging by his unwavering expression, you decide to give in to defeat. head bowed sheepishly as you shut the tops of the bento boxes. "–i like the films i like..."

geto pouts, "but none of the works in my oeuvre?" sounding petulant and god pretentious. you wish to roll your eyes all the way back til they pop out but since you love him and don't wish to get into his high-brow disposition and insistence on using fancy words, you'll stay on topic.

"not true, i saw the one with the curses," ah yes, the one with his evil smirk and that gorgeous costume. you had good times with that robe. it felt so silky against your skin, such a seductive view it made as he peeled it off in achingly slow movements, indigo and gold contrasting against his skin. oh, he'd been so daunting and daring... roleplay had never felt so fun, so frisky. thinking about it now, he was the best part about that movie.

geto's scoff interrupts your musings, "oh really? 'gojo satoru wears a blindfold for most of this film and still manages to look better than everyone else–'" he reads your review word for word, laced with petty jealousy, "–you wound me." placing a hand to his chest for effect. what a drama queen.

you move towards him then, hugging him close and giving the top of his head a whiff. he smells so good today, even better now that tea perfumes the air, before angling his face up. you brush thumbs over his sour expression, feeling it falter when explaining, "it's just a silly review, you know i loved you in that movie."

he relents, "fine, i don't care about that kinda stuff anyways, it's just..." he swallows some of his nerves down, sighing heavily as he tries to admit the truth, "i think you're not telling me something important." you always promised to keep his career separate, that it'll never come in between this relationship you share, the bond forged beyond fame and fantasy should take priority here. you made it all the way, he's put a ring on your finger, he's dedicated to you now, it shouldn't feel like walking on eggshells, no more keeping things hidden or avoiding the hard feelings.

after a pause, you decide to be upfront, "it's hard watching you love someone else, even though i know it's fake. it's not really you but a character. and i know it doesn't mean anything but in that moment, things are so intense. it's hard to see where the line is, i don't know if you'll get caught up y'kno, it's like i'm giving you a pass to cheat..."

geto stiffens then, that harrowing word heavy in the air. cheat. did you really think he'd do such a thing? his mind having to wrap around the jarring admission. all he did was ask a question about movies, albeit to tease you, to get your attention, but now he feels as if he's done something very wrong. maybe he should've kept his mouth shut, you're already busy with the girls, this should be a conversation for another time but when? and most importantly, "how long have you felt this way?" he blurts out.

"i guess after i realised i was in love with you." he feels you pull away, in the background, the twins are getting ready for school, moving around the house looking for their socks and packing their bags at the last minute.

already missing your warmth, he wishes to rein you back to him. this had always been your relationship; he tries to make amends, and you bury your feelings down. "i never knew how much shit i put you through," the guilt eats at him but you shush him with a gentle smile but hardly convincing when it doesn't reach your eyes.

"i knew what i was getting into, i chose to be with you, it meant putting up with shit on a daily basis," you say. and don't you know it. despite pushing him away and choosing to stay strangers, he'd been persistent. it was fun at the start but reality kicked in and you had no idea what you were up against. all that distance, time constraints, wavering trust and broken promises. jealousy was just a small part of it, but the woman who met him that night at the club wouldn't have dated a celebrity, or sneak around with him, ultimately marrying him and taking care of his children.

geto forces himself to not urge you any further but "i don't like this, we should talk," you've been more than understanding and he doesn't intend to have you tolerate beyond capacity, "if it makes you feel better we could watch my hbo series, i get shot and beaten up and i might or might not have died in the finale..."

before anything else, you give him a reassuring kiss, just a quick one before the girls notice and start teasing him about it. "i'll take you up on that offer."

[mooncalfed]

Succession (i. Price)

after a significant professional milestone, your bodyguard rewards your handsomely

[bodyguard!Price - fem!reader - spitting - fingering - rough blowjob - car sex - reader is confident and a brat]

You are veritably buzzing with adrenaline when you leave the meeting room. 

Hot on your heels to your right hand side is your bodyguard John Price. He hands you your Chanel blazer and with ease you give him your briefcase while you slip your arms into the supple tweed material. 

Heart racing, pulse thrumming, the click-clacking of your stilettos echoes your heart rate as the two of you stride out of the office and make your way to the elevator. It seems to take so long that you feel you might explode in the process. The glee you feel seems to expand within you by the minute, and you fear you might explode at any moment.

You can’t keep the grin off your face, and even your usually stoic bodyguard can’t help but crack a smile at your expression.

Ding!

John holds out an arm to prevent the doors closing as you step in. Turning, you and watch as John presses the button for ground floor, and then in the blissful silence of the empty elevator you release a maniacal scream of pure delight.

“I did it! I did it! John I fucking did it!”

You dive into his arms and squeeze his thick middle as hard as you can, and relish in the rumbling chuckle that is emitted from the warm man in your embrace. You breathe deeply and try to imprint this moment into your brain. Woody, earthy, clean, male. This is what the moment will smell like to you.

“‘Course you did, love. Never doubted you for a second.” John's eyes are warm with mirth and appreciation, and you feel a wave of affection overcome you.

You push yourself even higher on your toes and crash your mouth into his. It’s clumsy with dry lips not really meeting and far too much teeth and you end it before John can really reciprocate, but neither of you are fussy about it because the moment is perfect enough.

John’s hand is hot where it’s landed on your hip, and he gives it a firm squeeze as you start to rattle on about how major this new contract is for you, as though he weren’t there with you every step of the way.

You take a quick breath and pull your head slightly back to lock eyes with him.

“I think I deserve a reward now, don't you think?”

John’s eyes narrow. “Now, darling? Hardly think the lobby of your new corporate partner is an appropriate venue for me to lick your cunt clean.”

Ding!

You pout and step away from him. Once more at a respectable distance despite the utter debauchery running through your head. 

The elevator doors open and the wall of people waiting for your elevator puts a rest to your returning remark, though you have enough time to send John a prissy little glare.

People make way for you, because you’re important and you’re young and you’re beautiful, but most especially because you’re fucking good at what you do. There are more than a few respectful head nods at you on your way out, and though the contract and merger were meant to be a well-kept secret, loose lips are easily found where money is and no doubt word is getting out about your impressive gamble and venture.

There is no one happier on Earth than me right now, you decide.

There’s an extra pep in your step as you and John exit the premises and to your awaiting Daimler. As always John opens the door for you and lends you his hand as you get in the car. His grip is dry and warm and calloused and makes your insides squirm. 

Nothing gets you hornier than success and a gentle man to rough and tumble with.

John gets in the car on other side and you open your mouth to spew forth your wicked thoughts, however upon his entry you notice that he’s holding your phone out.

Kate, on speaker, he mouths, and passes you the phone.

“Kate!” You squeal. There is no better person to share wonderful career news with than Kate Laswell, your mentor. 

When you entered the workforce you had singled her out - easy to do since she was a rare woman amongst many, many men - and practically ran her ragged with your constant questions and polite - if persistent - inquiries. Years later and now she is a close friend and confidant. John Price actually came through her recommendation, which makes today’s success feel somewhat of a family affair. 

“I hear congratulations are in order.”

Your cheeks are beginning to hurt from happiness.

John leans to the driver and murmurs, “Partition up Garrick, and take the long way back to London.”

“Who knew your scrawny self would get to this place?” Kate teases.

“Actually I believe you did,” you say, reaching your arm out to allow John to take off your blazer, "I do recall you saying that come hell or high water, I would go the distance". You kick off your heels and wriggle your stockinged toes. 

“As humble as ever. Yes I did know. You really deserve this. I can’t imagine it’s been easy in the least.”

“Yeah, I think this job was by far the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” You think about the months and months of negotiating, the endless back and forth, the two occasions where things almost fell through and the awful insomnia that followed. “I can’t believe it’s really done...”

“Things are going to change for you now.”

John’s large warm palm lands on your thigh as he settles into his seat.

You look over at him and cup his jaw with your hand, brushing a finger over the delicious beard that almost hides his lips. When your thumb brushes them, he presses a kiss to the pad of your thumb.

“Yeah,” you say, smile disappearing, “they will.”

“But John will be there with you,” Kate reminds you, “every step of the way.”

You lock eyes with him. 

“Yes he will.” You whisper.

John’s eyes glitter, and your previously calming heart rate skyrockets when his hand begins to travel up your stockinged thigh. Yes yes yes yes yes, you chant mentally. This is what you’ve been waiting for. You drop your eyes to watch his beautiful hands push your black tweed skirt up. 

Your heart is in your throat. You wore a new black garter set with the hopes of John discovering it and as much as you adore Kate, you want him to have your full attention when he drools on your thighs. 

“Will you hit the ground running or will you take a break before it all begins? Both are solid options.”

“Hmmm…” you murmur, pretending to consider what Kate is saying to you though your brain is practically dial-toning as John’s palm just begins to touch lace.

He pauses, and so does your breathing.

He makes the last push a little firmer, and you lift your eyes to look into his. 

Your breath is stolen from you. John’s pupils are dark and blown and the animal is loose in him and holy fuck you don’t know whether you want to eat him up or for him to devour you (with teeth), but once the lace is well under his palm, John fingers begin to squeeze and you grow so, so wet.

“I think,” you swallow, “I think I’m going to take a quick break. Or maybe just get straight into it. You know, to not lose momentum.”

John’s lips quirk up at the side. 

Against your safer instincts, you tilt the phone away from you to lean forwards and lick the corner of his upturned mouth. 

You hear Kate laugh. “You didn’t answer my question, but I can guess why.”

You’re impervious to her teasing. You want John’s taste, his sweat, his musk, his everything. You can taste it. God, do you want it.

“I’m guessing you guys are taking the long way back to London.”

“Yes we are,” John purrs into the receiver, and takes it from you. “Thank you Kate, we’ll drive safely.” 

He hangs up without waiting for an answer.

The phone falls to the floor as you collide with him in a dirty, sloppy kiss. His beard is sort of in your mouth and your arm is wedged awkwardly between your chest and his, but you couldn’t care less because his right hand is digging dangerously close to your cunt and surely he can feel how it pulses right? Surely he knows how absolutely wet and ready you are for him.

John’s left hand grips the back of your neck and pulls you back.

“No!” You whine, and lick your lips. “Why?”

“Because love,” the hand under your skirt slides higher and finally you get to feel the press of his hand against your hungry cunt. “Because we’ve got a long ride back home and I want to play with you.”

“Okay, yes, I want that.” You pant.

John’s head cocks.

“Do you, pet?” Two fingers stroke slowly up and down your slit and both of you sigh at the sensation. “So wet, always so wet.”

“You know I’m always wet for you,” you say, tears already appearing at your eyeline. John’s throat bobs. He loves it when you cry and you swear you’d spend the rest of eternity weeping as long as you could have his cock in one of your holes at all times.

He leans in and you, thinking it’s a kiss, lean in too. 

But he stops right before your lips touch his and you, desperate to make the distance, struggle against the firm, tight grip he’s got on the nape of your neck. You fail to close the gap. 

Fuck, it’s going to be like this.

“Fuck!” You gasp as he pushes his fingers into you slightly, the resistance of the stockings preventing him from going any further. “Yes, yes, yessss.”

“No love,” John whispers. You can feel his hot breath hit your lips and dry them. You lick your lips and see his eyes flit to them and lick them again. You want him to crack and just kiss you but you know this man has an iron will.

John’s tongue darts out and traces the edge of your upper lip. You struggle against the hand that holds your neck because you want to taste his tongue, but his grip stays and you have no choice but to wriggle in place.

His thumb joins to press against your clit. He gives your pulsing clit a few gentle swipes, and suddenly you’re extremely annoyed that you didn’t have the foresight to take your stockings off. You’re so turned on you could come now if you wanted to.

“Stay still for me, love.” John shifts closer, thick thigh pressing against yours. It allows him to put more pressure on your cunt and gives him a little more height, which he uses to support your head in his hand. His thumb presses into the base of your skull, creating a delicious warmth where you have been tense for weeks on head.

John leans down slightly and gives you a small kiss. Too small to deepen, too short to stay. 

Then he pulls back for a moment and returns to kiss you once more. Same as before, short and horrifyingly chaste.

You squeak. You don’t care how juvenile you sound, but he won’t even kiss you properly and that just won't do!

He chuckles and you tighten around nothing. You love that sound, that warm, chocolatey resonance that drives you absolutely insane. 

You want more.

“Please kiss me…”

John smiles but doesn’t acquiesce. His right hand stills its movements though he keeps the pressure, and instead he leans in to swipe his tongue fully across your lips. Your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Stick your tongue out, darling.”

You do, and John squeezes your neck. “Look at me.”

You do, and John smiles. 

“Swallow.” He says, before opening his mouth and spitting slooooowly onto your eager and awaiting tongue.

You do.

“That’s it, pet.” John murmurs, watching you hawkishly as you open your mouth again, gasping for air.

“Please John,” you’re crying real tears now, “please either fuck me or kiss me, please, please. Just give me something. Don’t leave me like this.” There’s nothing more you want right now than his fingers in you, his cock in you, his–

You gasp. John watches you intently.

“I wanna suck your dick.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Please! Please. When we get to London you can’t get out of the car with a hard on and I promise you can do whatever you want to me when we get home but please let me have this! I want to taste you, I want you to come down my throat, I really want it, please, please please.”

You watch as John’s nostrils flare. His gaze quivers and you know you’ve won.

The moment his hand releases your neck, your hands are on his waist and frantically unbuckling belt.

John’s hand falls to your back, doing slow strokes up and down as you lose your composure inches away from his dick.

Belt loose and trousers unzipped, you decide to take your time with the last bit. You love seeing the shape of John’s cock in his briefs and have often tried to picture the shade of his erection before you take it out of his pants.

You run a finger over the curve of his cock and dart your eyes up briefly when you hear his slow inhale. John’s generally unflappable, but you know how to play your cards right.

You push down his underwear and relish in the way his cock bobs slightly. It’s a gorgeous shade of flushed pink-red, deeper at the cockhead and base with a mouthwatering vein that starts just under the head and curves to meet the root. 

You open your mouth and let a mouthful of saliva drip onto his hot cock, and giggle when it bounces slightly. 

John lets out a slow sigh as a hand slides into your hair and fists the roots. 

Too impatient to wait, you give the slit a coy lick and hum at the taste of precome on your tongue. Before John can draw another breath you take him as deeply as you possibly can, hands curling around the last few inches you can’t get in.

A sharp groan punches the air as you begin to suck and bob. 

You’re desperately horny and you don’t want this to be drawn out. You’re especially careless with how deep you take him and choke on what seems like every other downstroke. Above you, you can hear John’s breath stutter and you can feel his stomach clench against your side, but all you can smell and taste is his sweat and musk and come and you want him to remember this day as much as you will. 

You clamber clumsily up onto your knees to get a little more leverage and immediately choke when the movement sends John’s cock hitting the back of your throat. You gag and splutter and watch as saliva drips down into his pubic hair, but that just eggs you on. You slow down slightly because what you’re about to do requires finesse, and you were thoroughly punished once for being a little too careless. Twisting your torso slightly so that your lower teeth find John’s vein, you give him just a little scrape of your teeth as you slowly take him in. 

You’re exceedingly rewarded by the loud moan above you.

And you’re terrifically shocked by the slap on the arse you receive in return. 

Arse-cheek smarting, you pull away from John’s cock to snip at him only for the hand in your hair to force you back down. 

You squeal around him, at first in annoyance but soon in satisfaction as John’s wandering hand returns under your skirt to rub roughly against your slit. He’s inaccurate with it and hits your clit randomly which annoys you and makes you suck him more vigorously. If he’s going to be this way, then you’re going to suck his brains out.

You begin to hum and moan as you suck, enjoying the consequential tightening of John's fist in your hair. You alternate between taking him as deeply as possible and as quickly as possible, just enjoying the burn of your throat and the cramp in your jaw. John tastes salty and bitter and his smell is getting stronger in your nose and the scent is just scrumptious. You would wear it as perfume, if you could. 

One of your hands releases the base of John’s cock to cup his balls, and you play your winning card by ever so lightly running your sharp nails down the curve of his balls. 

John comes with a shout and his dick punches your throat as a jet of thick come pours into your throat. Your nose burns as you try to swallow and breath at the same time but despite your best efforts you manage to let a little come slide down his softening cock. You lift up and breathe deep before returning to lap up the salty, bitter liquid.

“Fucking hell pet,” John rasps. You barely have time to even look smug before suddenly his clumsy, thick fingers are dead precise and he pinches hard at your covered clit.

“Ah!” You cry, lurching forwards. John catches you with his right against your chest but his left pursues its target and he pinches and squeezes at your poor, aching clit.

“John,” you sob, gurgling through a sore throat. “Please!”

Your hips roll and buck and circle as they try to find a rhythm but John is cruel and unrelenting. His dick is still out and you seek comfort in it as you lean your cheek against his soft, sticky cock. 

And then John does something cruel.

He stops altogether.

“What! No, why!” Your head lifts but you’re stopped by a rough hand over your mouth.

“Careful darling, else Garrick will hear and will want in on the fun.” John gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead but that is absolutely not what you want. 

“Turn around and lay on your back for me,” he purrs, “such a pity I haven’t even seen those delightful tits of yours.” 

You scramble to move, undignified and uncaring. “Let me have a look and I’ll give you what you want.”

Back on his lap, you unbutton your blouse with shaking hands. Vaguely you remember choosing this shirt for a reason, but in your desperation to have his mouth on you your cock-addled mind can’t cobble together a single memory as to why you chose this finicky piece of cloth.

You’re wearing a lacy black bra, a matching set to your garter. Your nipples are hard from arousal and visible through the delicate fabric. They ache for his touch and you arch your back in invitation.

John’s grin is wolfish as he reverently pulls down the left lace cup. Even the glide of expensive material almost hurts you, and your legs fall open in anticipation of what is about to happen.

John dips his head and bares his teeth as he closes around your nipple. You gasp and try to hold still even though you can feel his hot panting warm your chest. He gives you a slight bite and you moan loudly. 

“God yessss.”

That breaks the dam and John drops his head to swallow as much of your breast as possible. His tongue flicks and flirts with your nipple as his teeth graze your skin and you yelp and sigh and squeal at the mouth watering sensations.

John pulls up slowly, teeth grazing your nipple and pulling it up slightly before releasing. It hurts just enough for your cunt to release another wave of wetness, and he seems to know this because his left hand returns to your legs just as his right cups your right breast.

This time though, the hand in between your legs manages to shove the tight underwear to the side and finally you get skin on skin as he sinks two fingers easily into your sopping cunt and his thick thumb locates your clit.

John makes no bones of fucking you immediately, drawing his fingers in and out as his thumb bullies your throbbing clit. He dives down to your chest again to bite and suck and blow on your breasts while his right fingers firmly twist your right nipple.

Your mouth is wide open and the sounds you make loudly and ghastly and animalistic, but you can’t help it - this, this is what you deserve, this is what you’ve waited for. Words escape you are you are held down and subjected to pure feeling.

Sooner than you’d like you feel your climax spiral from your stomach to your chest and when you come your entire body stiffens as your orgasm rips through you. Your hips buck and chase John’s fingers until you can’t decide whether you want more or less, and in time the calloused thumb on your clit tips a little closer to pain and like a marionette with cut strings, you give one last sigh and fall loose-limbed into a semi-nude heap.

Above you John Price looks inordinately pleased with himself.

You’re sure you’re a sight to behold - covered in lace and clothed almost everywhere except your swollen and chafed nipples, and likely with lipstick smeared and come on your chin and neck on top of that.

John lifts your head slightly so that you don’t cramp your neck and gives you a fond smile. In return you shuffle slightly on to your side and give a quick kiss to the exposed skin on his wrist. You look down at his soft dick and stroke it gently, with tenderness. Your mouth waters while you look at it and you swallow again, delighting in the soreness of your throat.

“Love, you’re insatiable.” John huffs, slightly disbelieving.

“Can you blame me?” You can’t stop looking at his beautiful cock. Your hand wanders up his chest and your eyes follow until once more you’re swimming in the beautiful browns of your bodyguard’s eyes.

“I am so glad we’re taking the long way home. I was promised some cunt-licking.”