💫 The Natal Vertex in the Houses: Where Fate Finds You
The Vertex isn’t loud. It doesn’t arrive with sirens or spotlights.
It arrives like a shift in the wind, like a glance that lingers, like a door you didn’t know you were meant to walk through. In the birth chart, the Vertex is a portal. To people. To lessons. To moments that reroute your life. It’s where the universe takes the wheel, even if you thought you knew where you were going.
Each house placement reveals where fate waits for you, softly, silently, but without fail.
Vertex in the 1st House
Fate arrives through moments that force you to meet yourself.
You’ll be nudged, no, thrown, into situations that strip away the versions of you that were never truly yours. You’re here to become someone you haven’t yet met. Someone stronger, bolder, realer.
The universe will place you in front of mirrors, disguised as challenges, lovers, strangers, until you finally say:
“This is who I am. And I’m not hiding anymore.”
Vertex in the 2nd House
You will think you know your worth.
And then life will test it. Over and over. You are destined to redefine what has value, not just in the world, but in yourself. Through losses, gains, and the aching in-between, you’ll learn that your value isn’t in what you offer, but in what you are.
Fate will show up in the form of what you think you need, only to teach you what you truly deserve.
Vertex in the 3rd House
Your turning points come not through chaos, but through conversations, questions, and words that stay with you.
Someone says something you weren’t ready to hear. You stumble upon a book, a phrase, a memory, and suddenly everything shifts.
Fated moments come disguised as everyday ones. A message missed the first time. A voice that cracks something open in you.
You’re here to rewrite the story you were told, and learn how to speak your own into existence.
Vertex in the 4th House
Fate doesn’t knock on your front door. It knocks on the door inside your chest. This placement ties your destiny to the roots you never chose and the healing you must choose.
Family, ancestry, home, these will feel like mazes at first.
But fate will push you into rooms that demand forgiveness, softness, reclamation. You’re here to come home to yourself, even if you had to leave everything familiar to do so.
Vertex in the 5th House
You’re not here to live safely. You’re here to feel everything deeply, to love without apology, to create without asking for permission.
Fate will place you in front of people or passions that awaken the version of you that dances in the flames.
Children, art, romance, risk.
They may break your heart open, but only so you’ll finally use it fully.
This is the house of remembering joy, and daring to keep it.
Vertex in the 6th House
You don’t find your destiny in grand moments.
You find it in the mundane. In the habits that heal you, the routines that ground you, the tasks that secretly build you.
Fate asks you to serve, not to shrink, but to rise with purpose.
Your turning points may come through work, health, sacrifice, or service, but they will always come with meaning.
You’re here to learn that healing is holy, and purpose is found in the details.
Vertex in the 7th House
You were never meant to walk this path alone.
Fate arrives wearing the face of another. Not just lovers, teachers, soul mirrors, adversaries.
People who crack you open, rearrange you, and leave fingerprints on your becoming.
This is the house of union, but not comfort.
It is through connection that you unearth your edges, and choose to soften them.
You’re here to meet the one who reveals you to yourself.
Vertex in the 8th House
Fate doesn’t arrive quietly here.
It arrives in loss, rebirth, seduction, secrets, surrender. You’re not here to live on the surface. You’re here to dive, to the depths of intimacy, trauma, transformation.
Fated events will force you to shed skin after skin, learning what power really means.
It is in your most unraveling moments that you will become someone unshakable.
Vertex in the 9th House
Destiny takes the long way with you.
Across oceans, languages, ideologies. You will be changed by what you don’t yet understand. Fate whispers through the unfamiliar, the beliefs that unsettle you, the truths that demand expansion.
You’re here to chase meaning.
And life will place you in foreign places, literal or spiritual, until you realize: home was never a location. It was freedom.
Vertex in the 10th House
This is the house of becoming.
Fate will not let you hide. Public identity, career, legacy, these are not just ambitions, they are soul contracts.
You are meant to leave a mark, but first life will strip away everything you thought success meant. Then, it will give you something real to rise with. You’re here to take up space, not for the applause, but because you finally believe you belong.
Vertex in the 11th House
Fate shows up in friendships, visions, revolutions.
You are here to connect, to tribe, to truth, to the future.
You may feel like an outsider until you find your soul circle, the ones who recognize the fire in your chest and say “me too.”
Your path involves something bigger than just you.
Movements. Causes. Ideas that will outlive you.
You're here to belong, not just anywhere, but somewhere that sets you free.
Vertex in the 12th House
Destiny is not loud here, it’s intuitive, invisible, soaked in déjà vu.
You are guided by something you can’t quite name.
Fated experiences will feel spiritual, strange, deeply karmic.
Loss, solitude, dreams, and secrets will shape your path. But this is also the house of transcendence.
You’re here to release what isn’t yours, forgive what never apologized, and surrender to something higher.
Fate doesn’t just find you, it flows through you.
These are merely theories of mine and I’m not a professional astrologer. I do these purely for funsies and as an exchange of thoughts. Note, that English is not my first language. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments and ask me questions if I wrote something you don’t understand:)
𓆙sr jupiter in sr 9th house may start university this year.
𓆙mars aspecting the ascendant CAN show possible acne.
𓆙gemini venus🤝dating a mercury conjunct venus native.
𓆙8th house people absolutely will look up your natal chart if that’s their thing (it definitely is for me) and keep it FOREVER so they can say ‘I knew it!’ whenever they hear any rumors about you. it’s the control that a plutonian house like the 8th house brings.
𓆙placements I noticed tell you that a romantic relationship is gonna come into your life this year in solar return: venus 7h, moon 7h, nn/sn 7h (it may not last), chiron 7h (that speaks for itself really) anything in the 7th but saturn 7h really, is what I’ve observed. but the ones I’ve explicitly listed especially.
𓆙aries placements and their headaches is a never ending (very sad) story. but it seems there has to be pluto/uranus negatively aspecting those placements. e.g. uranus conjunct aries ascendant, asc square pluto.
𓆙 leo suns don’t get along with other leo suns most of the time or the relationship/friendship doesn’t last very long. this experience is heightened if the suns (ego, identity) are conjunct.
𓆙moon-mercury conjunction is really good at remembering things that impacted them emotionally. their relationship with their ‘female’ guardian(s) is often very sibling-like/teacher-student-like. they are very impressed by their mother’s language/grammatical skills. their voice is very much impacted by their current mood.
𓆙when I had a very bad car accident, transit uranus was exactly conjunct the transitting mc.
𓆙i’ve spent A LOT of money when venus was transiting my 2nd house. which makes sense, as the 2nd House is a venus ruled house that governs material possessions. BUT I got jupiter there, too which could heighten this experience.
𓆙does someone else feel their lilith 12H not AT ALL? like you just ain’t got any of those lilith characteristics ANYWHERE in your life. it seems logical as it’s in the house of illusions and the subconscious. mine doesn’t aspect any planet or angle, too.
𓆙7th house stellium natives are ‘serial daters’. they’re never single for more than a year. if other aspect don’t suggest otherwise.
𓆙virgo mercury people have a relatively soft voice. I say ‘relatively’ cause I met someone with this placement whose voice could be very annoying whenever he was in an emotional state and another one that is as described.
𓆙those with the most soothing voices have a taurus ascendant natally.
𓆙mercury square neptune natives can be quite close minded in their way of perceiving reality. I know one that blames foreigners for EVERYTHING. I’ve read an observation that said that people with this COULD be liars as well.
𓆙scorpio venus people are always romantically into ‘taboo’ people. like, being with someone WAAYYY older than them. e.g. if venus is in the 11H it’s their friends that don’t approve of their partner and that makes it ‚taboo‘ in a way.
𓆙for any type of human compatibility there either needs to be an aspect between the moons (harmonious or conflicting), moon in the partner’s 1st house, the chart rulers need to be aspecting one another or the chart ruler is conjunct personal planets/axis.
𓆙9th house pluto can be VERY religious. the one person where you question if they’re in a cult…
𓆙saturn synastry is the very a glue that keeps whatever relationship together be it toxic, healing, boring you name it. saturn is karma so maybe it’s that? if there’s the nodes in the mix too, bye👋 chances are you WON’T ever leave this mf’s life.
confidence is key. ur bold. you do what you want. ur quick on your feet, so quick that u get to the boys before they do 🥴. people dont like that you're faster and bolder than them, so unfortunate isnt it. its not your fault you reach they're goals before they do! the fire you have is attractive and powerful. u ARE lilith your lilith.
taurus/2h
you're nonchalance is your power. take your time, be sensual, and dont let weird bitches get to you. they wanna knock you out your square sooooo bad. they want a reaction out of you. but you quite frankly dont give a fuck. they're mad cause they dont know how to enjoy the pleasures of life like you. how to be calm like you. how to be stable like you. so eat ur food, sleep for 12hrs, flirth with whoever, and express ur sensuality with touch and a calm, sexy voice. if they could, they would 🤷🏽♀️.
gemini/3h
they mad u right!!! 😭. ur words are your super power. ur smart, witty, and an intellectual. beauty+brains. you're right most of the time thanks to your wisdom, and you are very knowledgable! and they WISH they could talk people out of their panties like u!! u can literally get anyone to like you, platonically AND romantically, with just a convo. thats v intimidating to the awkward girlies. people are simply mad that you're smart. will have bitches reading books n shit lol.
cancer/4h
the people that ignore their own emotions HATEEEE you. you're emotionally intelligent, protective, and have a good intuition. you're not afraid to be vulnerable and tend to have deep relationships with people, and that's why they hate you. they're either mad cause you're "too emotional", or they got too emotionally close with you and regret it. ur emotional world is your power. you are emotionally brave and connect with others that are similar with ease. anti-therapists are ur biggest haters.
leo/5h
you EASILY light up a room and the shy girls do not like that. you have a playful charm, are extremely talented, and never afraid to have fun. you are easily noticed no matter how many people are in the room. people will call you a "show-off" just cause you look good, like what???? you are the insecure girlie's final boss 😭. like i said with taurus lilith's, if they could, they would!!! they WISH you could be down there at they're level. you're not afraid to be proud of yourself. u have a confidence thats damn near unreachable to the majority. dont ever be afraid to accept praise and love because it's most certainly deserved. if they want the same attention, they gotta to do better!
virgo/6h
you are the cutest diva known to man. ur quite adorable and u love standards. your innocent vibe is attractive, and you have a strong attention to detail. you notice things about people that they dont even notice about themselves. thats how they remember you <3. ur very considerate 🥺 just so nice for no reason like ugh 🩷. you are hated by the mean girls and selfish people. totally girl next door vibes. the vibe u give off is cute and innocent, a girl who could do no wrong. but the weirdos just HAVE to assume the worst about you 😒. like yes there are genuinely nice people out here unlike yall. you mightve gotten hated on for being "too innocent", "too nice", or "too bougie". let them rot xo.
libra/7h
adored by many. hated by most 💔. all you have to do and smile and wave and there go the people at your feet. you know how to connect with others and bring people together. you make people feel good. just like virgo lilith's, the mean girls hate uuuu 😩. charm literally oozes out of your veins, and ur mostly likely incredibly beautiful. you cant help that your cute, nice, and sexy all at the same time!! ur haters want you to stop being friendly. they want you to get mean cause that way people wont end up liking you all the damn time. but even if u did that, you'd STILL have shooters LMAO. beauty knows no bounds, baby. u intimidate the LOSERS.
scorpio/8h
BURN THE WITCH. thats what ur haters say. they have NO idea how you do the things you do. you have a subtle power over people that you dont even initiate, they do it to themselves 😭. all you're doing is being comfortable with your dark side, and thats what makes people feel open and exposed around you. ur a mirror. you tell people about your hidden desires and here they go slut-shaming you, only to come up to you while yall are alone to ask for your number 😒. ur haters are the prudes and insecure people. the people who repress their darkness and deny their truths. they wish they could be as transparent as you.
sagittarius/9h
my free-spirited queens 🫶🏽🫶🏽. yall love fun, adventure, and similar to scorpio lilith's, the TRUTH 😭. not afraid to tell it how it is. yall are liked by many people because ur just so fun and sexyyyy. the homebodies hate uuuuu. people who dont like the truth and dont like fun wish you could perish. they're so boring ugh. but dont worry, you still know how to enjoy life anyway, no matter WHAT it is. staying at home, going out, at a concert, or in the library, you know how to give people an experience!!
capricorn/10h
if someone doesnt match ur list of standards they're CUT. as u should 😌. you radiate dominance and authority. ur very private with your emotions and life in general, the nosy people hate it. you don't let people play with you, and you're not open to being friends with just anybody. your powers are your boundaries. ur private details are very alluring so people dont like that you are picky about who you share them with. almost EVERYONE wants to be in your circle. they wanna know why your smiling and giggling with that one person and not everyone else. like bitch i dont know you??? they call you boring but you'd rather be boring than have fakes in ur face!! also, apparently ur haters dont like that you act like you're better than them? and by that I'm sure they mean when you're acting more mature than them.
aquarius/11h
its not easy being the only one to think outside the box but someone has to do it 🤷🏽♀️. you're the. most eccentric of the bunch. the most rebellious. people want you to be uniform cause u stand out too much. now wheres the fun in that! you are outspoken and MUST be unique. you need freedom. people love you because dont stick to the status quo. ur a breath of fresh air. boring people hate you. people pleasers DESPISE you. but you're just being you. 🫰🏽#authenticitywins
pisces/12h
ur a dream to people. extemely creative and artistic. your energy is very spiritual and healing. similar to cancer lilith's you guys are very intuitive and emotionally smart. yall literally live on another realm. an athiest's worst nightmare. people who are emotionally repressed and unimaginative would hate to even be seen around yall. you guys are boundless with your energy, which can be dangerous because people get very weird with you. they easily make up idealized versions of you and when you show who you really are, they get mad. ur haters want you to be someone else and thats too damn bad. your emotional wisdom and intensity can get misunderstood by those who dont think deeply. u intimidate the shallow ones.
When you find whatever is meant for you...in career, in relationship, in life...you know it. You feel it. Don't stop until it feels right. Also, it doesn't have to feel right to anyone but you. Others may not understand but, you will.
*°࿐ cw: explicit sexual content, fingering, public sexual activity, jealousy/possessiveness, both parties are a little drunk, situationship. mdni
Baby, I can't hurt you, sure, but I'm the jealous type
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You give Changbin a birthday lap dance and Chan gets jealous
*°࿐ notes: idk what it is but i've been obsessed with fingers lately 🫠🫠
Despite the fact that he’s all up in your guts at least three times a week, Chan is not your boyfriend.
So what if you’ve been in his bed more than you've been in yours for the past year? So what if some days you don’t even have sex, just stay intertwined so fully sometimes it feels more intimate than the act itself? So what if you like his stupid face and his stupid heart just as much as you like his hands when they roam all over your body and his thick cock splitting you open from the inside out? None of it really mattered because, at the end of the day, Chan had made it very clear when you started this whole arrangement that you weren’t together.
Fine. Better to have his body and not his heart than nothing at all. You were fine with that. Or so you told yourself.
If anything, not being cuffed to Chan gives you all the freedom you need to give Changbin a little lap dance for his birthday.
It’s dark in the club, the overhead flashing lights illuminating everyone in the crowded booth in a million different colors. Changbin sits at the head of it, hands warm at your sides trying to pull you down fully onto him as you teasingly grind the air just above his crotch.
“Commmmon,” He lifts his hips forward as far as they can go before slumping back down against the chair. He’s absolutely wasted, cheeks flushed all the way up his ears and down his chest. The birthday hat someone clipped onto his head earlier tilted so far down his head it almost covered his ear. “If you’re going to commit, you have to commit.”
You giggle, nearly as drunk as he is and turn around to plant both of your knees on the booth cushion, bracketing his thighs and pushing yourself forward so that he has to tilt his head back to look at you properly. “I’m just having fun, Bin. S’not fun if I let you have what you want right away.”
“But it’s my birthdaaaaay,” He whines. “You have to be nice to me.”
“I am being nice to you,” You remind him, sliding your hands up his chest. One of your friends behind you whistle low, another laughing. “By doing this at all.”
It’s true, you and Changbin have been friends for as long as you can remember but not that kind of friends. You’ve flirted here and there in your teenage years, sure, but you’ve never gone so far as anything physical, much less given him a lap dance before. But his girlfriend of two years ruthlessly dumped him last week and he’s been so pitiful and mopey that you couldn’t help yourself.
Besides, he was hot and you were hot and what's a little bumping and grinding between childhood friends anyway?
“You gonna torture him all night?” Hyunjin calls over the loud music. He pushes his long dark hair back over his head, grinning. “I thought you were one of the nice ones.”
“You wanna come over here and show me how it’s done?” You reply. Changbin’s whole face lights up at the prospect but before he can say anything, Hyunjin deadpans.
“No.”
“Aw, man.”
You shake your head, laughing, but before you can really get into the dance and finally give Changbin the bit of friction he wants, he pushes you off of him gently. You stumble back, blinking in surprise as he stands.
“Sorry, I know it’s bad timing but I really need to go throw up,” He stumbles forward slightly and Hyunjin immediately catches him by the arm. Changbin perks up. “Jinnnnnniee~ Take me to the bathroom!”
Hyunjin groans. “Why can’t you go by yourself?”
“ ‘Cuz it’s girlcode, idiot.”
Hyunjin grumbles under his breath but takes him anyway, cutting through the dance floor where Felix and Jisung are currently having a hair flipping contest. You laugh to yourself, shaking your head and turning to join the others back at the booth.
Chan’s eyes are glued to you.
You’d known he was watching obviously, and maybe that had been a bit more of an incentive to do what you did rather than feeling bad for Changbin. Avoiding eye contact, you step over his outstretched legs and reach for another shot.
“You really think you should be drinking any more?”
You don’t even glance at him as you take the shot. “It’s a party, Christopher. Maybe you should drink a bit more.”
He watches you take the shot, eyes lingering on the slight bobbing of your throat when you swallow. It’s annoying how he can make your stomach flip just from the way he looks at you. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand hastily, still refusing to make eye contact.
“Christopher?” He asks, tilting his head.
“That’s your name, isn’t it?”
“Not to you.”
You don’t know what to say to that so you don’t say anything at all. Around you, the booth is still loud with laughter, the bass from the speakers vibrating up through the floor and the space between you. The blood under your veins is thrumming with the alcohol you’ve been consuming throughout the night, but it still doesn’t do enough to numb the feeling you always get around him. It’s fucking annoying.
“Mm,” Chan reads your silence well. He leans back in his chair, spreading his legs and taps his thigh. “Sit.”
You glance back at the dance floor where Changbin and Hyunjin disappeared. “But Changbin–”
He raises an eyebrow.
You sit.
His hand instantly settles on your body, one on your hip and the other on the soft flesh of your bare thigh. Goosebumps erupt across your skin at once, every inch of you remembering his touch and automatically leaning toward it.
“There,” Chan says, his hand dragging lightly across your skin. “Better.”
You roll your eyes in an attempt to restore what little of your dignity you have left, keeping your eyes firmly on the blur of bodies on the dance floor, on Felix throwing his head back laughing while Jisung nearly trips over his own feet trying to copy some ridiculous move. Anywhere but Chan.
Chan, however, does not take his eyes off you for a second. “You had your fun?”
You flush slightly. “What kind of question is that?”
“The kind I want an answer to.”
You finally turn your face to him, regretting it almost instantly. His pretty features are relaxed enough for people who don’t know him to think he’s unbothered, but you know better. The sharp glint in his eye, the muscle tensing in his jaw—it all gives away how annoyed he really is.
“I was dancing,” you say, lifting a shoulder. “At a birthday party. Crazy concept.”
“On Changbin’s lap.”
You let out a short laugh, though it comes out thinner than you mean for it to. “He was enjoying himself.”
Chan’s gaze doesn’t waver. “I noticed.”
The music around you swells, bass rattling through the booth, through your ribs, through the fragile space you’ve been trying to keep intact all night. Across the club, your friends are still caught up in their own chaos, oblivious. Lights flash blue, then pink, then white, painting Chan’s face in pieces.
All you can think is how unfairly beautiful he looks like this.
You clear your throat. “It’s just Changbin. It’s not like it meant anything. I was just–”
Your breath hitches, cutting off your words when his fingers begin their soft climb up your thigh, teasing the underside of his skirt. “Just?”
You huff. “Just nothing.”
“Nothing,” Chan repeats, like he doesn’t believe that for a second. His thumb drags in one slow line over your skin, higher and higher, until your whole body goes tight in his lap. “So you climbed all over him for nothing.”
You glance away. “You’re being dramatic.”
“Am I?”
His voice is calm. Too calm. That’s always when he’s the worst—when he sounds almost casual, like he isn’t paying attention, while every inch of him is locked in.
Around you, the club keeps pulsing on, lights flashing over the booth in streaks of color, your friends still somewhere in the crowd, oblivious. But here, in the corner of the booth, it feels like the whole room has narrowed to the heat of his hand slipping under your skirt at last and the way he’s looking at you.
You swallow. “Changbin’s my friend.”
“Mhm.”
“It was his birthday.”
“Mhm.”
“And he just got dumped.”
“You’re very generous.”
You turn to glare at him properly then, but it only makes it worse. He’s already looking at you, eyes dark and fixed, mouth pressed into that faint line that means he’s annoyed and enjoying it.
“You’re unbelievable,” you mutter.
His head tilts. “Was that supposed to make me jealous?”
Your heart gives one awful, traitorous thud.
“No,” you say too quickly.
One of his brows lifts.
You try again, forcing a scoff into it this time. “Why would I care if you were jealous?”
Chan doesn’t answer right away. His fingers rest high on your thigh now, fingers spreading them apart when you squeeze them together slightly. Possessive without ever saying the word. Infuriating, because he has no right.
“You wouldn’t,” he says at last.
You laugh, brittle around the edges. “Exactly.”
“Right.” His gaze drops to your mouth for half a second before returning to your eyes. “So you weren’t trying to make me jealous.”
“No.”
“Right.” His fingers finally brush the edge of your panties. “So, what? You wanna fuck him?”
You choke. Chan takes the opportunity to press his fingers against your now rapidly soaking cunt through your panties.
“Chan–”
He leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “What? It’s a simple question.”
You part your lips only for a tiny squeak to escape them when he fingers expertly find your clit and pinch. Heat rushes through you all at once, the alcohol and your pure attraction to him making it hard to think. “What’s it matter to you?” you manage to breathe out, even though your hips are starting to rock against his fingers in a slow, shameful rhythm.
He grins at you slowly, looking at you intently through his lashes. “You said you weren’t trying to make me jealous. Fine. So you clearly want to fuck him.”
His other hand slides up your back, under your shirt, warm and broad against your skin. You're tucked into the dark corner of the booth, and no one is near enough to be able to see what’s going on. You don’t know if that's a blessing or a curse.
“Focus,” he coaxes, fingers finally slipping past the fabric to slick against you. “One word, baby. Yes? No?”
“No, no–” You gasp, legs falling open in his lap.
“Who do you wanna fuck then, pretty? Hm?” His finger pushes an inch inside of you and then withdraws just as quickly. “Tell me.”
Your throat works around nothing.
He already knows.
That’s the humiliating part. He knows, and he wants to hear you say it anyway, wants you to hand over the truth you’ve been trying not to touch for months. You ought not to give it to him. Torture him as much as he tortures you.
His finger pushes an inch inside of you again and every rational thought dissolves.
“You,” It leaves your lips in a small whine. “Only wanna fuck you, Channie.”
The smile that graces his features is reward enough for you.
“I’m going to eat you out so good for that, baby,” He whispers against your mouth when he pulls you to him by your jaw. You whine when you feel his hand withdraw from between your legs only for the sound to be swallowed by his lips, your own parting instantly. He draws you in closer, until you're perched directly on top of his crotch. He kisses you hungrily, tongue slipping inside of your mouth, fingers wounding themselves in your hair. He grinds up against you, and the friction of his jeans against your soaking panties is so good you nearly cry.
You know he’s already throbbing underneath him. Maybe he had been since you were dancing on Changbin. It didn’t really matter to you, especially since you knew for certain you were going to get more than just a taste of it later.
“I’m baaac–oh shit.”
You can barely register Changbin’s voice, dazed and chasing Chan’s lips when he pulls away. He chuckles, pressing one more lingering kiss to your lips before turning lazily to Changbin.
“Think we’re gonna head out. Sorry we couldn’t stay longer.”
Changbin waves him off quickly. Chan doesn’t even wait for his reply before taking your hand and pulling you up with him as he stands.
Later, you’ll barely remember the walk from the booth to the exit to the car. All that you remember is Chan’s rough fingers buried deep inside of you as he drove with his one free hand and the fact that by the time you pull up to his house, you’ve already cum once.
It’s late and he’s in the kitchen. Back to you, fridge doors open before him, the cool light making the shadows of the dark room much more dramatic.
Perfect.
You creep behind him, careful, so careful, to avoid even the slightest crunch or stick of your foot to tile.
He’s still browsing, still completely unaware. You see the chance and you take it, jumping behind him and using both hands to grip his sides with a playful yell.
Not even a flinch. All he does is glance at you over a shoulder, smirking. “You breathe so loud.”
He closes the fridge, snack in hand, and leaves you in the dark, defeated.
—
He’s in the shower. You know he’ll see your shadowed outline through the curtain if he’s looking. So, you wait.
You hear the squirt of shampoo, the foaming lather as he runs it through his hair. You’re in, moving quickly, ripping the curtain back with a scream.
Arms still up, fingers in his hair, he just looks at you, brow arched, grossly unimpressed.
Your sigh is heavy, eyes rolling. “Oh come on. How?”
He hums and flicks soap at you. “Better luck next time.”
—
He’s out grabbing ingredients for dinner. You’ve got it down this time.
You hear the front door click open from the depths of the coat closet, shuffling as he kicks off his boots, the crinkle of the paper bags full of groceries as he sets them down. The smooth leather of his jacket protests as he slips it off.
You tense, ready, waiting.
The closet door creaks, then you’re the one screeching as he grabs you, lifting you easily into his arms. He digs his fingers into your ribs and you’re squirming, laughing, already breathless as he targets the spots he knows you can’t bear a single touch without crumbling.
You swat him off, begging, and he lets up. His hands unite under your ass to hold you up as you straddle him, arms around his neck.
“Thought I had you that time.”
A sly smile and he’s giving one of your firm cheeks a pinch. “I felt so bad, I almost let you have that one.”
You’re both laughing again as he carries you toward the bedroom, groceries abandoned in the entryway.
I see you as someone who has a specific love language. It's a high intensity energy, you can’t contain it when you love someone. If the person isn’t matching your "let's go right now" vibe, it's a no and you will lose interest. you show love through physical touch and being the #1 hype person.
Streetwear baddie for girls and streetwear king for men. I think bold colors, oversized leather jackets, pants and shirts (like you guys have a thing for oversize but so does rising aries or even sun aries, it depends on the rest of the chart) and "I woke up like this" hair.
your toxic side is that many of you do suffer from main character syndrome and you know it, stop denying it. you get "the ick" the second things get boring and might start a fight just to feel some spice within the dull life you sometimes have.
If i had to describe who you should date/marry i would say try someone who is a "firecracker" but knows how to keep you grounded without dimming your light or your joy.
Moon in Taurus
Giving gifts and doing acts of service is one of your love languages but it’s also something that you love to receive back. If you cook for the person or buy them that specific perfume they mentioned once, they should know that you are all in. you need physical comfort as well.
People with a taurus moon have a very clean girl or old money style. They enjoy wearing high quality basics, silk slips and gold hoops. If it's not soft, they aren't wearing it. Also some of you just have lazy styles sometimes, just picking up whatever is in the wardrobe and calling it a day.
as a taurus moon myself, let me hold your hand when I say this: you are delulu about staying in a situation just because you hate change. Once you are comfortable, you get stuck and that’s something you need to change. don’t get in shitty situations just because it's routine.
Find yourself a partner with a stable career and a soft heart who understands that "Netflix and Chill" is a top tier date. Keep your standards hard and stop falling in love for people who don’t want you.
Moon in Gemini
Words of affirmation is how you show your love for people and that is because you need to yap. If the person you are interested in can’t keep up with a 4-hour deep dive into a random documentary, it’s not gonna work.
I think gemini moon has a very pinterest coded style when it comes to fashion. Layered jewelry, mismatched prints and a different aesthetic every single week just because. you don’t really have one particular style, you just like to match different pieces together.
Emotional ghosting is definitely your biggest toxic trait. You will process your feelings through logic and then wonder why they do "nothing" two days later. The thing is, once you aren’t attached, it is hard to get back to it, unless the other party knows how to manipulate your rationality.
An intellectual partner is who you should put your love in, a match who is basically your best friend first and a lover second. You need to have a partner who is there for the emotional and the mental stimulation.
Moon in Cancer
when you love/like someone, your love language is all about quality time. you want to rot in bed with the person you like, share snacks, and talk about your childhood, perhaps even trauma dump. Total "softie" energy i must say but it also brings a lot of comfort.
Coquette core or cottagecore is what I think of when it comes to a cancer noon fashion style. Pastels, bows and vintage find vibes I think match your cute energy well.
You have a very annoying toxic side which is the shell mode. If you get hurt, you go silent and wait for the person who upset you to read your mind which obviously doesn't happen often, does it?. The passive aggression is real.
Find yourself someone who feels like a warm blanket, who is protective, consistent and never judges your big feelings. That type of love is the only one that will ever make you truly feel loved and understood.
Moon in Leo
if you have a leo moon you are all about public displays of affection and that’s your way to show that you love and care for someone. with that it means that you also want your partner to post you on their social media, to show you off, not to be afraid to show their love because you do the same. you need to be adored.
it might be a little leo ahh thing, but for your style i would say it is a maximum glam. like you were your hair big, designer logos, and love to show a main character energy. you dress to be perceived and recognized.
Just like anyone with leo in their big three, you have a toxic side related to ego flares. If you feel ignored for even 5 minutes, the world is ending and you feel like the person doesn’t give you the bare minimum. you can be a bit of a drama magnet even on other people’s business.
In my opinion you need a partner who is confident enough to let you shine but strong enough to keep you humble. someone who can match your energy without dining it and still be upper in themselves so you don’t feel embarrassed.
Moon in Virgo
Acts of service are your language from all the virgo moons I know (it must also be an earth sign thing). you show love by "fixing" the life of the people you love, you might enjoy organizing their closet, reminding them to drink water, and solving their problems.
for your style, i would suppose that you like the minimalist professional, it’s a softer version than capricorn moons. Tucked in shirts, neutral palettes, and a perfectly put together look is usually what you prefer to go with.
When it comes to your toxic side it is definitely about the project management in relationships. You try to edit your partner like a rough draft which sometimes can lead toward arguments. Overthinking is your full-time job as well.
If you wish to have a stable and happy relationship I would advise you to find someone who’s messy but kind, who teaches you that perfection is a myth and it's okay to just be you. Don't be with someone that adds to your stress.
Moon in Libra
in this case you are all about quality time and aesthetic gestures to please others though you enjoy receiving these as well. you want the instagrammable relationship in my opinion. Flowers, sunset walks, and matching outfits with the person that you love.
I would describe your style to be soft girl or even it girl like in some cases. Very trendy, very balanced and always smelling like a literal angel as your appearance is something that you put a lot of time and effort into.
we all know that your toxic trait is the fact that you are a people pleasing until you explode and then it goes to shit for everyone. you hate conflict so much you will lie about how you feel just to keep the vibe good but often that also only brings more issues.
A decisive partner who takes the lead and makes you feel safe enough to be unbalanced sometimes is what I believe would be the best for you, if you wish to have and find something that is long lasting.
Moon in Scorpio
People with this placement have a specific love language which involves physical touch and total intimacy, some of them truly show their love and affection through the physical plane. They want to know your deepest secrets and your trauma. It’s “ride or die” or nothing at all.
For their style, I would say that it’s something involving dark academia aesthetics and some biker or dark chic type of thing (some can go fully lolita as well and more on the grunge pastel). Lots of black, leather and mysterious, sultry details. also rings! they love to wear rings
FBI tendencies are so strong with this moon which often makes it a toxic side of them. They will find that comment from 2019, they will find where you live, who you are, through social media (and some through stalking). They have trust issues that haven’t even been invented yet.
I think that the best partner they could find is someone that feels like a“safe harbor”. someone who is 100% transparent and isn’t intimidated by their intensity, who won’t lie, is committed and is able to match their freak.
Moon in Sagittarius
I think it’s a sagittarius thing in their big three where quality time is their love languages specially if it’s related to new experiences that they can have with the person. If you take them on a road trip or a random late night drive they would be really happy about it. They feel loved when they feel free.
Global nomad, typical baggy or colorful clothes when it comes to the fashion sense. Thrifty, colorful pieces, and "I just threw this on" but somehow it looks cool on them? like they are able to make pieces look good on them no matter how weird they are.
Though if i must speak on their toxic sides it is definitely their commitment-phobia that they have with everything, not only relationships (the house of the moon would influence where it falls upon). The second things feel heavy or boring, they start looking for the exit sign out of unconscious fear.
A fellow adventurer who doesn't try to cage them and has their own independent life would be the best partner that they can have. Someone who is too clingy can make them lose their spark real quick
Moon in Capricorn
when it comes to their love language it once again matches the other earth signs with acts of service and security provided for their partner and it’s also what they expect from others. They show love by providing. They aren’t big on mushy words or confessions, but they will make sure your future is set.
when it comes to women, they have a corporate baddie style with sharp blazers, structured bags, and "I have a meeting at 5" energy. men gives off more old money vibes but also super rich and structured in their clothing
Emotional repression is their biggest toxic side in my opinion. They treat their feelings like a task list and they have a hard time to just process them like normal human beings. They can come off as "ice cold" when they are actually just stressed with life.
For them to be happy with someone, they would need a partner who can break through their walls with humor and remind them that they don't have to carry the world alone.
Moon in Aquarius
when it comes to these people, they are a little like gemini and their love language lays on intellectual intimacy. If you can’t talk about aliens, philosophy or social justice at 2 AM, it’s a wrap. They need their space as well, so despite being yappers in the heart they also appreciate people who give them space.
I have a hard time with their fashion sense to be honest, because it's always weird and never the same with the same natives. Avant-garde and thrifter most of the time. Weird patterns, tech wear or anything that screams I’m not like other people, they have a very me style
The “God Complex” is real and it was made for them and it’s their biggest toxic trait. They think they are so unique that nobody can truly understand them and sometimes might feel entitled to shit. Major detached vibes as well.
I believe that their perfect partner is someone who is an open-minded best friend before a lover, who respects their alone time and loves their quirky theories.
Moon in Pisces
I know some of them love physical touch and comfort when it comes to their love language but they also provide a lot of quality time and escapism. Listening to music together, watching movies or just dreaming about the future. Very romantic and spiritual.
Maybe it is too cliche if I say siren core, ethereal and some even cottage (tho i believe some are also more on the goth side, emo and dark clothes depending on the other placements). Flowy skirts, shimmering makeup, and a just stepped out of a dream look.
Just like any major pisces placements they have this toxic annoying trait of wanting to be the savior of everyone and everything, always ending up like shit at the end. They fall in love with potential and try to heal people who don’t want to be healed.
Honestly, if they want to be happy they need someone grounding, someone with heavy earth sign energy (rising, moon, sun or stellium) who keeps them from floating away into their own head.
Dating/Relationship RED FLAGS- warning signs in the cards...
I came across a book in the library yesterday, “The Little Black Book of Big Red Flags: Relationship Warning Signs You Totally Spotted…But Chose to Ignore”** and got to thinking about the warning signs in tarot. Which cards alert you to potential dating/relationship disaster?
There are certainly some combination of cards that could be cause for concern- or at least further investigation. I’ve categorized them by type below. But keep in mind, that tarot is all about context. If one of these cards appears in a love reading- and all the other cards are positive- there is no reason to panic. But if one (or several) of these combinations are coming up again and again in your readings- you might consider them Red Flags.
Emotionally Unavailable
King of Swords reversed & Queen of Swords reversed- These cards have come up in many relationship readings to represent an emotionally unavailable partner. Look for other clues in the spread.
Four of Pentacles- Again, context is everything. But when this comes up to represent someone’s feelings, it often suggests difficulty opening up and sharing with one’s partner. This card can also be about withholding, emotions and affection, and can leave the other partner feeling starved and deprived.
Nine of Wands- This one suggests that someone is guarded, perhaps has emotional scars from past relationships and is fearful about opening up to someone new. I’ve found that this is easier to work through (than the Four of Pentacles), but it does present a challenge to establishing a strong emotional connection. It will take time to gain this person’s trust.
Commitment Phobes
Four of Wands reversed- This is another card that can definitely be interpreted in many ways. But combined with certain cards (the Fool, for example), I’ve found that this one can represent someone with a fear of commitment.
Knight of Pentacles reversed- This is someone who would be extremely slow to commit, dragging his/her feet at every step along the way. Again, look for other clues in the spread- but this is likely to be someone who lacks the maturity and responsibility it takes to make and stay committed in an adult relationship.
Players & Cheats
Knight of Rods or Knight of Cups- Don’t freak out if one of these cards comes up to represent your honey in a reading. But it’s important to keep in mind that these two guys can fall in and out of infatuation, lust or love pretty quickly. When paired with the Lovers and/or the Two of Pentacles, this is someone who likes to keep his/her options open and is likely juggling several love interests/sex partners at once. Nothing wrong with that per se, as long as everyone is on the same page, right?
Seven of Swords- Things get a little more hairy when this card is added to the equation- as it often suggests that someone is not being honest or upfront about their intentions. You think you are exclusive, but they are dating you and several other folks at the same time. Don’t make assumptions. If you want to know if they’re committed, ask. You want to be exclusive? Be very clear about it. Don’t allow anyone to pull the wool over your eyes.
Three of Cups reversed- This comes up in love readings I do, and it almost always suggests infidelity. Sometimes, it’s just the suspicion of infidelity so it’s important to look to other cards in the spread for clues as to whether there is evidence to support one’s concerns. The Seven of Swords is one card that would for sure. The Lovers is another. I also find that the Ten of Cups reversed and/or the Ten of Pentacles reversed will come up in positions representing external influences on the relationship (e.g. person is married, has a family and is otherwise engaged) when doing readings for folks who are the “other” man/woman (sometimes, without their knowledge). Similarly, the Four of Wands will sometimes come up in the challenge position here, again, indicating that one person in the relationship is actually committed to someone else (perhaps even married).
Drama Lovers, Thrill Seekers & Attention Whores
Queen of Wands reversed- This chick is a major drama queen- and the King of Wands reversed loves making a scene almost as much as she does. Look out for the Tower or the Five of Wands here- if they come up in the spread, these folks are likely to have very hot tempers and get off on creating conflict and chaos. Paired with the Moon, this person may have some serious mental health issues- so beware.
Six of Wands- This is another one of those cards that really depends on the context, but I’ve seen it come up for narcissistic types in many relationship readings. If it’s paired with the Devil or the Four of Pentacles, for example, this is someone who is addicted to attention. This person may NEED admiration from the opposite sex, and is likely to seek out relationships (likely more than one at a time) to fuel his/her ego.
Users
Six of Pentacles reversed- Depending on where it falls in a spread and what other cards are pulled, this one can indicate someone who isn’t interested in reciprocity. Look out for the Nine of Cups (upright or reversed) and the Nine of Pentacles (upright or reversed)- when paired with the Six of Pentacles reversed, their energy is self-centered- likely someone who is looking out for number one and has little interest in what their partner gets out of the deal. Also, beware of that nasty Seven of Swords here- it could suggest this person is stealing from his/her partner.
Magician reversed- Beware- this is a classic con artist. He/she will be big on flattery, sweep you off your feet and empty your bank account before you know what hit you!
Queen of Pentacles reversed/ Nine of Pentacles reversed/King of Pentacles reversed- Totally depends on where these cards fall and other cards pulled, but they can represent a gold digger. At the very least, they suggest someone who is financially unstable and irresponsible- and looking for someone to pull them out of the hole they dug themselves into.
Empress reversed- This can be someone who is either the user or being used. If the user, this is someone who withholds (likely physically) in order to get what they want out of the situation. As the used party, this is someone who gives and gives- but is likely not comfortable receiving.
Control Freaks
Emperor reversed- This guy is all about control. Look out for the Chariot here as well- in combination with the Emperor reversed, it suggests someone who is only interested in doing things his/her way. My way or the highway! No card is entirely good or bad- but in a relationship reading, this one is rarely good- and in all honesty, it can go as far as representing an oppressive abuser.
Four of Pentacles- Depending on where this card falls, it can also represent someone who regards their loved ones as material possessions and will go to great lengths to hold onto what he/she regards as his/her property.
Abusers
Devil- The Devil is not all bad. But it sometimes represents a need for control and codependency within a relationship- particularly when paired with the Moon or Nine of Swords, the energy here can be scary. When combined with the Eight of Swords, it suggests a relationship where one person is held captive by the other- perhaps not physically (although it can suggest bondage), but certainly mentally. With the Tower and/or the Five of Swords, this can be someone with rage issues who has the potential to be mentally or physically abusive.
King of Swords reversed, Queen of Swords reversed & Knight of Swords reversed- These folks can be verbally and/or mentally abusive- particularly when combined with the Moon, the Nine of Swords or the Eight of Swords. Words are their weapon of choice, and they can cut deep and do some serious damage.
King of Cups reversed & Queen of Cups reversed- These folks can be incredibly emotionally manipulative. Combined with the Moon, Nine of Swords or Eight of Swords- they likely suffer from a mental health issue and/or suffer from addiction.
What do you think? Any Red Flag cards you would add?
** Check out companion site, “The Little Black Blog of Big Red Flags” at http://www.bigredflags.com/
Their Lilith or Mars in your 11h means they love sexting, pictures, and especially videos of you. They think of you like a fantasy and they want to have access to you like they would with their favorite pornstar.
Your Venus or Eros in their 2h means you love giving them head 😩 like that is your favorite part of sex because you just love making them squirm, moan, or shake. You just want to please and submit to them completely.
Their Venus in your 8h means you fantasize about jealousy and control dynamics with them. The concept of them telling you who you can and can’t talk to, how you should dress, how you should behave is deeply erotic (even if you wouldn’t actually listen). You imagine how possessive and angry they would get if someone flirted with you and it gets you wet.
Your Lilith conjunct someone’s Uranus can indicate this is someone you might have threesomes with ☺️
If someone’s Venus is in your 2h/6h they will take their timeeee with you. They will pay attention to your breath, your moans, how you flinch with their touch and they will adjust or keep going. They want to savor every moment pleasuring you.
Their Lust (asteroid 4386) in your 6h means when they think of you sexually they imagine you as their submissive. They want you to be their own personal toy that they can use whenever they want and you will want that too lowkey.
Don’t fuck someone whose Saturn is in your 2h because they will not aim to please you 🥴
Don’t fuck someone whose Lilith is in your 10h because he will run his mouth about it to the whole damn country. Him and his friends are in gc’s discussing your texts rn.
If their Lust is in your 4h they’re attracted to your boobs, in the 7h it’s your ass, in the 8h your genitals, in the 9h it’s your hips and thighs.
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This year I have jupiter in 1st house in cancer itself and it is making me gain weight. And me? I exercise for 2 hours 4 times a week there is no way I can gain weight. But I still managed to gain 2kg in 2 weeks. And I eat very healthy too.
Last year I had venus in the 1st house and yep I had major glow up and had to get dolled up for many events back to back throughout the year.
This year I have 9th house stellium which is very obvious for me I am travelling currently.
Last year I had Juno conjunct chiron and yep had a bad breakup.
The year I had mars in the 3rd house I fought allot with my sibling.
The year I had 11th house jupiter I learnt allot from my older sibling and friends. (Jupiter shows us what we learn from where it is placed.)
The year I had to take care of my mother allot was when my moon and 4th ruler were in 6th house and I nursed my mother back to health.
The most romantic years of my life always came with asteroids like Alma, juno, union, briede, boda etc were in 7th house or were in the venus ruled signs libra, taurus.
The year I had most spiritual awakenings was the year full of 8th house. Also lost someone very close that year.
For me vertex is very important in solar return wherever I see vertex the themes related to house, sign and sign's lord become so much important and life changing for me. It is a super power.
Same with parts of fortune. Like the year I had parts of fortune in 9th house I made allot of money travelling, from foreigners, and education.
Now where saturn is obviously where I need to be careful, give time to that particular house and sign as well as where I tend to get hurt if I don't.
ꨄ learning about squares and oppositions made me realise its not always a negative trait about the native specifically. like if someone had the sun opposition the midheaven it could mean other people cannot handle the individual's shine, it doesnt always mean the person is insecure and yearns for validation. astrology can manifest into the person being secure and successful but other people not knowing how to stay confident when they're around!
𐔌⠀⠀𓈒 BANGING YOUR DAD'S BEST FRIEND! leon s. kennedy.
content: after a outrageous shift, you came to your parents house for your dad's birthday just for you to found out his old buddy, leon kennedy, is back in town for a night.
tags and warnings ahead: pwp, age difference. sort of age-play, older and divorced leon kennedy, filtring, dry-humping, knee riding, semi-public sex, no prep, dom leon/sub reader, fingers in mouth, breeding kink.
author's note .ᐟ this was a draft from almost two years. the older leon kennedy pill still works on me so what don't give it a try? but yeah! hope you like it, xoxo.
you finally arrived to your house, the shift you took almost killed you.
as you sit yourself on the living’s sofa, your mom went there to tell you that one of your dad’s old time friend was coming here.
LEON KENNEDY was quite a figure for the most part of you life because of the long-time friendship he had with your dad. you haven’t seen him too much since you were fifteen, when he decided to move to another city to presude a job.
but even if you haven’t had a sight of him, you heard everything about it. and i mean everything.
your father’s late-nights talks with him resolved in a lot of gossip for the next morning; his job and how hard was for him, how many cities he had visited in the spear of one year but mostly that he’s now divorced from his wife.
his divorce was nothing new to you. from childhood you recoil that him and his wife had ceased to be a dream-match many many years ago. they never had children or even wanted to and although on the outside they had been labeled as an ‘eccentric couple’ your family knew how much it cost that man to get out of that circle of endless apologies.
it was midnight when a knock on the door knocking! sound alerted everyone.
your father rushed to it and greeted the man with a big hug and greetings that could be heard all the way to the living room. when your father returned to the living room, you expected to find a broken man—especially knowing what had happened.
but no, it was quite the opposite.
and there he was. you wouldn't have guessed he was in fact older than your dad. his hair was still somewhat blond, even with several gray strands, and had a beard that wasn't very prominent but still visible.
his body was robust and he had several marks on his arms—his big arms.
this wasn't the leon you remembered, or perhaps your mind was too intoxicated to comprehend the enormous presence standing in front of you. the weirdest part of the whole meeting was that he didn't really recognize you at first. now, don't get me wrong—it wasn't like those older folks who just forget faces; it’s just that he still had that mental picture of you as a fifteen-year-old.
once it clicked that it was you, he almost passed out. leon felt sick just by seeing you after such amount of time, his gaze went up and down on-going for a little two minutes before your dad spoke to break the silence between you both.
“so, i hope you still remember my daughter,” he said, hugging you from your shoulders.
“yeah, i do remember her.” leon responded.
but you couldn't stop looking at him curiously—did he really remember you? if he did, you were nervous because you didn't want him to see you as that fifteen-year-old girl who behaved like a brat to catch his attention.
leon on the other hand was screwed, so-fucking bad. if he had imagined that you had grown up to be one of the most beautiful women he had seen since his divorce, he would haven’t even come to visit so unprepared.
internally he was biting the flesh of his cheek so as not to flirt with you in front of your father or he would kill him but, ohmygod. it was hard.
the night passed too slowly for both of your own and his liking. a long time passed when you both had lost the battle of who was eating the other more with their gaze, gratefully your father was too distracted to see how his best friend looked at you with every slight movement.
the birthday cake passed by the table as well as several glasses of champagne between everyone, and even so, the eldest's blue eyes did not leave your presence. they were staring even more than before.
you had to bail yourself from there. as you excused and retire from the table while mumbling some half-baked-lie about needing some quote on qoute fresh air, but your parents knew you were just heading to the house’s balcony to smoke out your nerves. honestly, work has been such a dumpster fire lately that nicotine is the only thing keeping you from a total villain arc.
as you swiped your diy-pack of malboros you made and save for a post-shift treat, finally had the courage to step out the living room.
slumping into one of those cheap patio chairs, you tried to breath properly but your own brain was already doing gymnastics over leon.
like, what’s his actual fucking deal with all of this bullshit looking? because the way his eyes were on you felt almost like he was yearning, or straight-up thinking with his dick—you couldn’t really tell.
part of you just wondered if he’s just lowkey bitter and sexually frustrated post-divorce, but that’s not nearly close. leon is, well.. leon fucking kennedy; the man probably has a whole waiting list of women in his DMs. why would he be wasting his time staring down a girl as young as you?.
yeah you were spiraling over and over again.
mid-inhale and you were already feeling quite delusional about it, that’s when a hand landed on your left shoulder.
a heavy, calloused and firm grab. the second its fingers hit, your entire body felt nervous and started to glitch. stomach on going with a series of internalized backflips. you knew who it was.
“those things will kill you, y’know.” leon said.
his voice was low, whispery like. it wasn’t like the way boys usually talked to you, he remained steady and patient.
you took a long, quite shaky drag and finally exhaling the smoke into the crips night air, glancing timidly at him. “since when you’re my doctor, mister kennedy? i’m pretty sure the stress of this whole party is going to killl me before this.” you add while mocking him.
leon let out a huff hat was almost a laugh, his thumb grazing the line of your collarbone just for seconds before he pulled his hand away from you, leaning against the railing next to her.
he looked expensive—the kind of expense that came with a decade of seniority and a soul-crushing divorce settlement: his sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms that had no business looking that good.
“fair point,” he conceded. his eyes already going up and down scanning you, making you feel literally small on his behalve.“but you’re too young to be this cynical. leave the slow burnout to people my age.”
“so that’s what the divorce thing left you,” you added, teasing him looking more bolder than before.
leon tilded his head slowly, a knowing smirk tugging in the corner of his mouth. “i think i’ve still got a little spark left ... though i suppose that depends on who’s asking.”
he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours as he took the blunt from between your knuckles, giving it a try. fuck, fuck, fuck.
“you’ve been staring at me all night,” but so did him. “care to tell me why, or am i going to have to play the guess game with you?.”
your heart was doing backflips constanly. “oh. well let me tell you sir, i wasn’t the only one doing it.”
leon just stepped a fraction closer, invading your personal space in such way you felt how your lungs tighten more and more.
“don't stay out here too long, sweetheart. it’s getting cold.”
however, you didn't make him wait too long; without thinking twice, you took that cigarette from his fingers, threw it away and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him to your mouth and kissing him with such intensity that several soft whimpers escaped him between kisses.
and he didn’t refuse it, not at all. leon moved you and him to a corner hidden from everyone else’s sight by a wall, his mouth kissing yours with such hunger, his tongue making its way inside it.
“fuck doll, your dad is going to cut my head off.” he whimpered, biting your lower lip with his front teeth.
leon’s palms moved up and down on your waist, trying to keep you as close to him, lips running and trailing upstairs your neck and drawing muffled moans from you. you had to cover your mouth with your right hand—you felt dirty just from feeling your underwear begin to dampen from the slightest touch of his beard against your skin.
“mister kennedy,” you whispered.
“call me leon. princess.”
“leon, leon please.” you barely responded.
when suddenly, another voice appeared. “sweetheart, is leon with you?,” you dad asked—his voice sounding tender and worried. fuck! fuck!.
even so, leon never stopped. those wet, lawd and noisy kisses on your skin didn't want to leave for a second.
on the inside you just wanted to hit that man and answer your father properly—but you couldn't. your voice was too weak from all the moans you stifled in your throat.
“sweetheart?” another call.
“answer him, sweetheart,” he mocked.
a thread hanging from your voice, letting out a short gasp before you could even respond.
“y—yeah dad, leon is, mgh. s—smoking with me..”
after hearing your father's footsteps fading away, leon wasted no time and placed one of his legs between yours, opening them without any shame. "i'm not finished with you," he murmured simply before guiding you to his knee and indicating that you should move your hips against it.
the material of his pants was too rough, but he could still feel the moisture of your panties soaking into them. several grunts escaped his lips. he felt dirty for having you like this—shit … you were his best friend's daughter! and all he could think about was how adorable you would look taking him.
he just kept grunting at your sight, his cock was arching inside his pants begging for a release of some kind but tonight he just wanted to please you, but he had to be quick before your dad starts to questioning where you both are again.
“just like that, angel. you don’t have to rush..” leon’s voice echoed into your ears. “i can feel how giddy you seem down there, s’goddamn good to me.”
he moved his leg away from your core, causing you to let out a weak whimper from the lack of contact. slowly, he lifted the edges of your dress so he could see what he was about to enter.
from his perspective, your body was pressed against the same wall that had held you up just moments before, your legs trembling slightly, your eyes glistening with tears of pleasure and your gaze fixed on him—nonetheless there wasn't even a trace of shyness in your eyes, only a desperate need for him to devour the overwhelming desire you'd been harboring since your first glances that night.
when the sound of his belt unfastening caught your ears, you unconsciously arched your body, breasts pressed even harder against the cold wall, your ass in the air, perfectly positioned to make his mouth water at the sight of you like this, so damnedly surrendered to him.
but not a normal amount, it was bigger than the ones you saw before, its tip glistening slightly with the pre-cum that coated it and with such size on it that would surely make your hips ache the next day.
"you're going to be the death of me, princess," he murmured softly, cupping your face for a few seconds and kissing you wildly. his pants already undone, your panties pulled by the side and when he barely lowered his boxers to let his cock go—and damn, it was big.
“ow baby, don’t get too scared, we’ll make it fit,” leon purred, aligning the tip of his cock between your wet and slippery folds, fake-thrusting on them, coating his length with your juices. the instant his cock forced its way between your rubbery and gummy walls you had to bite your lower lip to avoid making a sound. amid silent curses, the blonde man grabbed your hips and began thrusting without any mercy, digging his fingers into the flesh of your womb like an animal in heat.
“ohmygod!, mister kennedy..”
a sharp smack echoed on the balcony, now your ass bearing the mark of leon’s bare hand against your sensitive skin, your ass getting redder. without stopping his thrusts, he let go of one side of your waist and guided his middle and ring finger inside your mouth—inserting them roughly, gaining a gagging sound from you.
“gonna fill you up, baby,” he mumbled near your ear lobe, licking and biting it in between each thrust, your pussy making lawd sounds with each one, a constant plap! sweep! sound bursting into the night. “’m going to fill this little cunt until you can’t handle anymore, you’re gonna walk inside the house full of cum.”
“leon, mgh! i—can’t. they, m—my dad, he might..”
“he won’t hear us if you keep your pretty mouth closed,” leon grunted, growling under his breath. his lower abdomen started to feel hotter than before, his lunges inside your pussy became rougher.
when your walls began to tighten around his length, fucking shit, leon swears he literally saw stars appear before him.
“this greedy cunt is taking me s’well, mind if i gave her what she needs? bet she’s gonna look so pretty with cum all over her,” he spoke and its way was so dirty you felt an enormous arousal hugging your whole body.
with a chocked and gaggy moan you came all over his cock, coating the entire length with your juices—from its base to the tip. you claimed that dick as yours.
leon had his orgasm a few minutes after yours, painting your walls with his semen, his seed now claiming its place inside you like some type of thropy.
after leon had barely cleaned you up and arranged your clothes, as well as his own, they went inside, greeted by your father—who quickly chided them for taking too long to finish their cigarettes.
however, the glances you both gave eachother concealed a certain complicity. suddenly you brushed leon's shoulder with your fingers, giving him another mischievous look before going to get a glass of beer.
he just smiled, hoping your father would invite him to sleep over so he could have his way with you again against the mirror in your room because he couldn't stop himself.
