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BAD DECISIONS â Caleb
What should have never been an option became a routine over the years. This year is different though. Itâs time to face whatâs been done and put an end to it for goodâŠexcept your step-brother Caleb isnât ready to face it, and your little boyfriend isnât going to stand in the way of getting what he wants either. or the one where you made a bad decision in fooling around with your step-brother during your early college days and he refuses to let you put an end to it.Â
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PAIRINGâ step-brother caleb x afab reader (ft. college boyfriend zayne)
WARNINGS â step cest, dub-con/non-con (she wants it but tries to convince herself that she doesnât), blackmail, nonconsensual phone sexÂ
NOTEâ MIND. THE. WARNINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO, if youâve read this before for a kpop boi named jake sim on simpjaes, thats bc i wrote it and both accounts are me :3Â
smut tagsâ normal size dick caleb and mentions of bigger dick zayne, implications from caleb that zayne is actually gay [borderline homophobia], camera use, fisting, degradation, manipulation, non con/dub con, phone sex-ish, soft sex before rough sex, hair pulling, slapping, choking, suffocation, breeding, cum stuffing, cream pie, unprotected sex, forced blowjob, crying, break-up
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âYouâre being ridiculous.â Caleb scoffs, leaning against your bedroom dresser with his arms crossed. âWe did it last summer, why is this year any different? We always do it.âÂ
You roll your eyes at him in an attempt to hide the guilt you feel, holding the blanket tightly to your chest in case he tries to pull them off of you again. Caleb knows damn well why. Not only should it not have happened last year, or the year before that, or the year before that, but to actively and truly believe itâs something that can continue is something only a mad man would think.Â
Not to mention, you have a boyfriend now. A real boyfriend, one who matters in your life.
âZayne have anything to do with this?â He questions you now, reaching for the blanket and tugging. âCome on, playing around isnât gonna hurt anything. Itâs not like anyone is going to know anywayââÂ
You huff, yanking your blanket up a bit to pull it from his grasp again. You get why heâs asking and why heâs confused because, well, last summer you were all over the idea like usual. You knew he would expect the same this summer, but honestly, it has to stop. Things have changed. Things needed to change.Â
âCaleb, we canât be doing that stuff anymore.â You say as if itâs fine, a bite to your voice that hits him right in the gut.Â
In all honesty though, you really do feel guilty. Like youâve led him on all these years with his sweet, borderline boyfriendly words. You lived in the fantasy with him for a while, like it could work out despite the family ties. Thereâs a reality though, one that you found yourself living in upon meeting Zayne, and thereâs a fantasy that you need to pull Caleb out of. You feel awful, especially knowing thereâs a part of you that would if you could. ButâŠyou canât, nor can he.
Never again.Â
Caleb feels singled out at this moment. Like heâs the weird one for even asking when you were the one who came onto him when it happened the very first time. All those talks of âwe arenât blood related, itâs not that bad.â and âIf our parents divorce, maybe someday we can go on a date or somethingââ
Do they mean nothing now? Youâre going to blame him for expecting it?
âWhy the fuck not?â He narrows his eyes at you. âGonna act like you werenât the one who tried to fuck me at that party last summer? Acting all high and mighty now, like suddenly itâs so wrong?âÂ
You look away from him, feeling worse because heâs right. Given, the guilt should have hit you after the first time, but it didnât. You had your fun pushing boundaries but now that graduation is coming up itâs like..it doesnât feel right. Did he really just expect the two of you to keep fucking well into adulthood? Did he expect you to get married to someone else and still get on your knees during family Christmas parties?Â
Did he expect to be the one marrying you?
âWe have to grow up.â You finally say, shifting your eyes back to him. âThis is starting to feel reallyâgross.âÂ
âHeyââ He looks at you now, almost pleading. âItâs not gross, we arenât gross.â He takes two steps towards the bed in a fit of desperation, leaning with his hands now palm-down on your mattress. ButâŠwhen he tries to follow up on his words, he knows youâre serious.
Realistically, despite having been your step-brother since the beginning of high-schoolâŠactively choosing to fuck each other as soon as college started was maybe not the best idea. Hormones were high, the freedom to fuck was blatant, and wellâŠitâs not his fault youâd walk around in all those slutty little pajama shorts and try to jump his bones every time you found yourself alone with him. If anything, youâre the one who pulled him into this. He really did think it was gross at first, but thinking with his dick outweighed that, and then his heart decided to play a part in all of it too.Â
He really does think there could be something here if the two of you worked for it. After all, youâre entirely his type, despite marriage ruining it. The breaking of morals eventually became the best part for him, having what his father wishes he could have solely because youâre just a younger, hotter, version of your own mother.
You even said it yourself all that time ago when it first happened. âItâs ok Caleb, youâre a guy. guys have needs.âÂ
Well, what about his needs now?! He was so happy to be able to come home and see you again. He misses you  so much when youâre both away at your respective colleges, and he thinks about you all the time. He should have known that something was changing all those months ago when you stopped texting him back as much as you usually would. Now what? He just has to accept that youâre done?
âYouâre seriously not going to give it up?â He pushes his hands under the bottom of your blankets, quickly running his fingers up your legs just to try and encourage a giggle, or a smile from you.
Thatâs when he notes how you havenât even shaved your legs. Which, itâs not like he gives two fucks on whether you do or not but likeâŠyou always shave. Your skin was always so smooth, plump, soft, and moisturized when you knew youâd be wanting to play around with him. And clearly, you donât expect to be getting fucked this summer.
Ah, heâs starting to resent you.
âDoes that boyfriend of yours know about us?â He finally says, standing tall at the end of your bed and looming much darker than his usual, bright persona.Â
You stare at him, eyes widening.Â
âExcuse me?â You furrow your brows. âCaleb, what the fuck are you sayiââ
Before you can even finish or get a response from him, heâs leaving your bedroom and slamming the door behind him.Â
Already you know this is going to be a long fucking summer.Â
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Caleb knew you were a smart girl. You always believe everything he says, but never once has he used that against you until now. That little mention of Zayne seems to have made you panic, and he canât help but find it endearing that you took his threat so easily. Each time he comes home now, from hanging out with your boyfriend, youâre always sitting on the couch like a cute little puppy greeting him with a wagging tail.
If at all, he knows youâre doing it to try and butter him up. To distract him from what youâre taking away from him. Dangling yourself like nothing has changed but denying him time and time again of it. Youâre nice, but never this nice. Offering to hang out, watch movies, go out. Youâre promising just about everything to him except for the one thing he needs from you.Â
Heâs thankful though, with all circumstances considered, that the good olâ parents donât notice a shift in how youâre acting solely because the two of you have always been close. Even before the sex stuff. You were his best friend. He protected you from high school bullies, potential assholes trying to steal your first kiss, virginity, and even the first experience of sneaking out.Â
Back then, itâs not like Caleb ever wanted to be your first kiss, the one to take said virginity, or sneak you out to parties you shouldnât be at. Truly, he just wanted to protect you. It wasnât until the two of you were away from each other for the first time as freshmen in college that he felt some type of way towards you. Which, again, was entirely your fault.
Ah, he still remembers that first summer back home walking into the house and being smacked in the face with a sensual, fruity scent radiating off of you. After not seeing you for three and a half months, he was entirely shocked at how much you had changed. You lookedâŠconfident in yourself. Like youâd been growing internally and learning what you want in life. He found it very attractive of you, believing that once you get a boyfriend, theyâd be very lucky to have you in their life.Â
Then of course, youâd bend over in those shorts and look back at him smirking. Like you only saw him as a man now, and not your protective step brother. Youâd whine to him about ruined hook-ups, about the frat parties, about all the guys trying to touch you and wishing he was there to keep them off of you. All whileâŠdoing that. All while waltzing around like youâd invite him to do the same.Â
And you did invite him. That first night has been burned into his memory. The fear, the guilt, the disgust, the love he felt for you. So quiet in his bedroom, giggling to each other with all the lights off in the silence of his room, trying to pretend it was only a one-time thing to satiate a specific need. There was nothing kinky, nothing weird outside of the dynamic of who you were supposed to be to each other.
It kept happening after that, and each time the guilt would wash away with the sweat that always dripped onto you from his temple. You could even say it was shy at first, both of you were very generous to each other. It only started getting dirty as the summers at home continued.Â
And nowâŠnothing? After all of that, nothing?!Â
If you think you can change so drastically over a single semester, so be it. Caleb can change too, and he already has. Both of you now, entirely different compared to that first summer together. You, all jittery and freaked out, him, with all the power.Â
You though, truly youâre fucking panicking. If your boyfriend found out about all of this, heâd think youâre a freak. Or a slut. Or a piece of trash. Maybe all three of those things and then some. And you know, youâd think Caleb is bluffingâŠreally. Except you got a text from Zayne the same night Caleb tried to get in your pants. You remember reading those words, the pit in your stomach digging deep. âYour bro is gonna come hang out with me for a bit, youâre coming too right?â
Never mind the fact that Zayne lives an hour away from your hometown, where the two of you get to meet in the middle when you're off campus. What about the fact that Caleb barely fucking knows him?! Through mutual friends all three of you were aware of each other, but youâre the one who got the closest to Zayne.Â
Youâre his girlfriend now. Which, apparently demoted Caleb from popular-porn-trope to actual step-brother.Â
And that pisses him off.Â
So, is it weird for Zayne to get a sudden hang out text from a guy he assumed is just wanting to get to know him? No. After all, he knows Caleb is your âbrother.â What he doesnât and hopefully will never know is that youâve fucked said step-brother.
 Is it weird that you donât go with Caleb to see your own boyfriend? Yes. Unfortunately, Caleb basically demanded you âstay in your fucking place. if you wanna get fucked so bad, Iâll be home after.âÂ
Even Zayne doesnât find it weird and texts you everyday as usual. It sucks actually, that heâs so willing to let you do as you please and trusts you to an extent that he doesnât even ask why you donât come with Caleb. Instead, heâs too busy saying you should definitely join next time, that Caleb is super cool and seems to like him a lot.Â
The good news: Zayne offers no mention of knowing, soâŠit seems you really do have to stay at home. Empty. Wanting to be next to Zayne so bad but forced to deal with any oncoming feelings alone.Â
Since when was Caleb even capable of being so awful? Since when did he hate you so much?
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âCalebâplease.â You beg quietly, shaking his arm gently in the soft light of the morning. Everyone is sound asleep, which must be fucking nice.
Itâs been two weeks now of such loneliness, such lack of sleep, such intense need to just let yourself spiral and drown in anxiety. Caleb is barely talking to you now, only giving you sarcastic and evil little smiles from time to time. As if to remind you of whatâs at risk. Zayne is normal, too normal. So normal, in fact, that he tried to jerk off on facetime last night for you and you ended up crying and apologizing because you couldnât even get turned on.Â
Even if Caleb hasnât told him anything, your relationship is already starting to fall apart because of him. He fucking knows it too.Â
âPlease,â
âPlease, what?â Your step-brother's sleepy voice croaks out, turning himself on the bed towards you with a single half opened eye.Â
âIâm losing sleep, please stop doing this to me.â
âNo.â He says now, closing his eyes again and turning away from you, nuzzling against his pillow without a care in the world.Â
âPlease.âÂ
âFuck offââ He complains, throwing his arm behind himself to shove you away and surprised to find that youâve crawled up on the bed with him.
Just like that night so long ago, the first time the two of you broke past any boundaries.Â
âIâll do anything.â You nearly cry, so sleepy, so anxiety ridden, so out of your mind at this point that you genuinely would do anything to feel normal again.Â
âAnything?âÂ
You feel slight relief in his interest, nodding your head aggressively with a broken voice. âYes! I promise. I swear, anything you want. Please, justââ
âThen get the fuck out of my room.âÂ
You know better than to disobey at this point. All you can do is sulk back to your room and hope that sleep overtakes you this time. If anything, maybe he will consider your plea in the morning.
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Itâs surprising, honestly. Caleb didnât even know he was into seeing you suffer like this, let alone having power over you. He spent so much time protecting you that he never realized how attractive it is to see you fear him. The joy that runs through him now, the orgasms he gets out of it, fuck. Who cares if itâs his own hand doing the work right now? With the thoughts of you doing âanythingâ like you said, being disgusting, begging, pleading, crying. He might be a little insane for you now, if he wasnât already.Â
And still even today, you look so desperate for any amount of relief. Caleb finds joy in the fact that you canât even go to your boyfriend about it.Â
Heâs never felt so powerful, truly. Especially now, watching you try to seduce him as if you didnât deny him of it before. The slutty shorts are back. Youâre not wearing bras anymore. Youâll leave the bathroom stark fucking naked if it happens to just be you and him at home.
Ah, heaven on earth. Honestly, his days are so fun now. Save for when he has to hang out with that fucking idiot of a man Zayne. What a loser, honestly. Openly sharing all the stuff youâve done in bed with him like Caleb isnât your step-brother? If anyone is weird, itâs Zayne. Hell, Caleb isnât even sure now if the dude would care if he found out that youâve ridden some related-by-marriage cock before.Â
He hates hanging out with him. Always having to hold back the scoffs when Zayne is drunkenly slurring out more sex acts youâve performed on him followed by a love confession and a whine of how much he misses you. As if you didnât do all of that for Caleb first. Ugh, he genuinely canât believe that youâre even with Zayne at all.Â
After a little while longer though, with the great days and the annoying hang outs, a nice month into summer vacationâ Calebâs been ready to take what he needs. Youâve been begging for it, after all. He loves looking and seeing you so desperate for him to stop the mind games but goddamn itâs getting hard to think straight himself by now.
Thankfully, heâs thinking clearly enough whether itâs through his cock rather than his brain to come up with how heâll go about it. He waits a little more, cock throbbing in his pants due to not allowing himself to get off in the past two days in preparation for this.Â
Every night when everyone goes to bed, you call Zayne. And every night, Caleb has listened. Tonight though? Zayne will be the one listening.
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Like clockwork, the parents have gone to bed and Caleb hears the hushed muttering just a room over. Heâs already standing to his feet, shooting a hand directly to his bulge to adjust it with a silent groan in his throat. Before he can even leave his room heâs rolling his eyes back with another grope of his sensitive cock, almost unable to stop touching himself after denying himself of it.
Heâs practically drooling at the image of having you all to himself again. The anticipation he feels inside right now is insane. He feels his skin prickle and his eyes are barely able to focus on his own bedroom door out of sheer arousal of what heâs about to do to you.
He composes himself shortly after, as best he can anyway, tiptoeing to your room and chuckling at the way your eyes light up when you see him. Heâs ignored you for too long. Not a single response to anything youâve said to him, hell, he even stopped letting you see him look at you.Â
Of course your eyes light up, it means heâs going to stop. It means heâs going to tell you what he wants.Â
And youâre happy, even with Zayne on the line sweet talking to you about his day like usual.Â
âZaynie, can I call you back?â You ask quickly into the phone, only to see Caleb take a seat next to you on your bed and shake his head at you.Â
You tilt your head in question, feeling your heart thump in your ears to the point you barely even hear Zayne at all.Â
âKeep talking to him.â He whispers to you now, nearly just mouthing it.Â
You never knew you were so good at reading lips, but you listen to him. Furrowing your brows in question and adjusting your phone against your ear.
âNever mind, weâre good.â You say in a voice too calm for Calebâs liking.Â
And itâs like that for a few minutes as Caleb lets you get into the groove of conversing with your boyfriend again before he makes a move. The move he makes? Leaning against you, pressing you back against your pillows, and licking your neck.
He smiles against your skin when he feels it prickle and lets out a whispered chuckle at how much heâs missed the taste of your skin. So warm, so soft. The fact that youâre letting him tells him all he needs to know, despite the way your shoulders stiffen, he knows youâre going to give him anything.
âGonna let me fuck it again, yeah?â Caleb whispers as he moves up against your ear, pinning your arms to your chest, forcing your phone closer to his mouth compared to yours. âGonna let him hear it too.â
Ah, there she is. You, in all your glory, are already tearing up at the very idea of it.Â
âCaleb, no.â You say, holding your hand over the speaker and body language trying to twist away from him.Â
âYou said anything.â Caleb corrects you quietly, slapping your hand off of the speaker and quickly thrusting his own hand between your legs.
He chooses not to be gentle with you this time. Heâs not going to be what youâre used to, not after that shit you tried to pull with him. His finger pushes in dry, and he smiles at the way you hold your breath and try to squeeze your legs shut to stop him. Zayne on the other end is muffled, but still heard by both of you.Â
You stay silent throughout his ministrations, pissing him off further, only making him move his hand faster, forcing a reaction, daring you to stop him.Â
âPhone.â Caleb instructs, loosening his other grip on your hands as a means to let you raise the phone back up to your ear. âTalk.â
You stare at him, feeling the burning between your legs of where your body has yet to do anything more than tighten around his fingers. Still, they drag painfully due to your body feeling no pleasure in this. In fact, youâre afraid.Â
Youâre afraid Zayne will find out, afraid of Caleb, afraid of showing that you like what heâs doing, afraid of realizing youâll always like this, afraid of losing either of them solely because you can only love, fuck, and be with one of them.
And itâs obvious who the one has to be becauseâŠthe other isnât possible. Itâs just not.Â
So, you try. You try to talk, try to relax, try to do everything Caleb asks of you solely to prolong the situation enough to where you can find a way to put a proper, healthy end to it.Â
âIâm sorry, what was that?â You finally croak into the phone, having not heard a single word from Zayne this entire time and trying not to focus on that same drag Caleb only pushes harder into you with that terrifying smirk.Â
âI asked if that was Caleb I just heardââ Zayne responded as brightly as always, bless him.Â
âSpeaker.â Caleb mouths to you, and of course you listen. Reluctantly, but you still do it, shaking fingers hitting the speaker-phone button so Caleb can hear whatâs being said.
âWhat are you guys doing? Let me hear what?â Zayne continues.Â
Caleb flashes a full grin at you and wiggles his eyebrows before heâs pulling his fingers out, sucking them into his mouth, then moving back down with three before shoving them back in with even more force.Â
âYeahâ Tell him.â Caleb says as casually as ever. âGo on, let him in on the secret weâve been keeping from him.âÂ
Zayne hears Caleb all too well, but doesnât question that itâs anything weird. If at all, he wonders if maybe you two have been planning something behind his back considering you never come over when Caleb does. Which is actually weird, but he tried not to question it. He and you are practically attached at the hip during the semesters, so, this would make sense.Â
Of course there is a secret surprise for him!Â
âIââ You yelp both out of pain and unintentional pleasure, cutting yourself off in a gasp.Â
You can feel the pit in your stomach dig deeper and deeper, arousing you when itâs the last thing you could ever want at this moment. You know Caleb feels it though, with the slide of his fingers becoming easier, and that permanent smile on his face.Â
Zayne feels so far away right nowâŠLike, who are you kidding? He canât get you out of this and you doubt heâd even want to if you were to ever even consider explaining it to him.Â
âIâI miss you a lot.â You try to come up with words, missing him being all that you can muster up right now.Â
Unfortunately, Calebâs scary smile is less terrifying compared to his face now, where he narrows his eyes and glares straight through you for saying such a thing in front of him. Heâs trying to crowd four fingers into you now, making you squirm and squeeze your legs together again. He is quick to disallow you though, forcing one of your legs open with his shoulder and spitting directly on your stretched and pulsing hole.Â
âI miss you too babyââ Zayne says in a slightly confused voice. âWhat else?â
You pause, taking a moment to feel Caleb between your legs and how much itâŠgod, it feels so good. Butâ youâre unsure of how to balance speaking with Zayne and dealing with Caleb right now. If you have to deal with them both at the same timeâŠthis isnât what youâd prefer.Â
âI wish you were here right now.âÂ
Zayne smiles on his end, assuming Caleb has now left your room due to the silence and lack of hearing him now.Â
âIs Caleb still around?â He mutters to you through the speaker, because based on your tone of voice, he knows what mood youâre in.
Caleb shakes his head at you, encouraging that you lie before focusing back on watching the hole heâs missed so much. The one Zayneâs probably played with before, that fucking loser.Â
âNopeâJâJust me!â You find yourself forcing a smile as you say it, just to hope your voice comes out in a way that sounds brighter than it feels.Â
âYou wish I was there?â Zayne says now, his own voice growing deeper. âWhyâs that?â He spreads his legs out wide against his bed, assuming itâs about to be a regular session of facetime fucking.Â
âMhm,â You accidentally moan, a bit too obvious. âJust feel safe with you when Iâm feeling like this.â
Caleb rolls his eyes, slowly forcing his thumb in beside the rest of his fingers, growing more angry, more aroused, and more insatiable towards you.Â
âHow are you feeling right now baby?âÂ
âEmpty.âÂ
âWish you were full of something?â Zayne smiles, a cheeky voice calling out to you. âOf me?â
You groan at that moment, all of Calebâs fingers stretch you open until you feel knuckles trying to force past the boundary. Your hands shake at the feeling as your eyes cross momentarily, tears prickle from the pain but it feels soâŠgood. And only a moment goes by before you, quite literally, kick Caleb away.Â
The sudden emptiness you get from that feels so much better, but Caleb is too quick to get back up. Fire in his dark eyes as he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you roughly down the bed. There is a small sound that escapes your lips at the action, almost a giggle. Youâre quick to tighten your lips though, trying to will your body to stop liking the way Caleb is being with you right now. You donât want this, you donât like it. You never should have in the first place, and to be honest, youâre trying to force yourself to believe youâre making the right choice in continuing to deny him of this.
Itâs only natural that your body wants it, just like it was natural to kick him off of you from the pain, right? And then, Caleb reminds you of just how much you regret denying him the first night back home, because he's leaning over you so fast, hugging your waist and forcing all five fingers back into you.Â
You kick, squirm, whine, and ultimately shout out a âNo, no, no!â despite your hips chasing up to let him, almost to invite him. Andâoh, fuck. You forgot Zayne can hear all of this.Â
âBaby?â Zayneâs voice rings back in your ears. âAre you okay? Youâre already touching yourself? Why do you sound soââÂ
Calebâs own ears are ringing watching your body fight your brain. You still want him. He can tell by the way you look at him with those tear-filled eyes, with the way your pussy is dripping for this, the way your hips beg him to keep abusing you. Who is he to deny you? He has never denied you pleasure. So, he tries to force more, more, more into you. Thereâs a boundary here, your pussy clenched so tight around his fingers already, but you want him to keep pushing until he breaks the boundary. You want to feel the pain of it andâŠfinally, he does get it in. His entire hand being gripped so tightly that even he seethes out a pained moan for you.
âFuckââ He holds his fist in place, removing himself from your waist to look at you. âYou really took it all.â
Thereâs tears in your eyes by this point and you canât tell if itâs from realizing how much you need Caleb, or the fact that Zayne definitely knows something is up. No words are coming out though, youâre more afraid to speak what you feel than you are of Caleb right now.
âCaleb?â Zayne questions, confused.Â
âYeah, whatâs up?â Caleb responds with a smile instantly, staring right at you as he begins to fuck a size far too big into you, watching you bite your tongue to keep from showing him how much you love it.Â
âWaitââ Zayne continues with a pause. âWhatâs going on?âÂ
âI couldnât help myself.â Caleb smiles at you, wiggling his eyebrows again. âAfter all those things you told me about her, I guess I needed to see for myself.âÂ
And then, you moan. That searing pain inside of you somehow subsides, shaking legs and hands are gripping onto Caleb in his entirety now, youâre practically drooling for it.
âI guess you were right.â Caleb continues. âShe really can take a lot, huh? Bet your dick didnât feel this good for her though.â
Youâre truly unable to comprehend most of whatâs happening right now, even the phone vibrating in your hand as Zayne goes silent and instead, hangs up before instantly facetiming you. Youâre so hyper-fixated on the feeling of knuckles dragging against your tightly clenched walls, choking back every sound or word you want to scream out.Â
Caleb watches as you cry a bit harder now, probably a bit too overwhelmed with the situation. Like the good step-brother he is though, Heâll take care of it for you, of course he will.Â
âWhatâs the hold up?â Caleb laughs, halting his hand as he reaches for the phone and instantly answers it. He stares down as you continue to fuck yourself on it, smiling at your brief whine before he speaks into the receiver with a confident voice. âCatâs outta the bag.â
Zayne is there on the screen, witnessing the way Caleb angles the phone more at himself and your hole than your face. His entire fist has disappeared inside of you, glistening with a sticky mess that spills out of you.Â
Nothing else is said as Zayne stares at it. Caleb being a cocky bastard and sticking his tongue out like some idiot frat boy, and then? He hears you.
âCaleb, stop!â You cry out.Â
He doesnât stop, in fact, he fucks his fist into you quickly making damn sure Zayne can not only see how your wet spurts out around his wrist, but hear it too.Â
âStop what? Showing your boyfriend what you really want?âÂ
âHang up the phone!â You cry out again, showing Zayne that perhapsâŠyou donât miss him at all.
Caleb isnât doing anything you donât want. You just donât want your boyfriend to witness you be so honest with yourself.Â
âAwh,â Caleb pouts now, angling the phone back at himself and feeling proud of the way Zayne appears to be entirely shocked, mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed. âBut he needed to know, baby, didnât he?â He adds now, lying the phone down briefly to pull his cock out.Â
âCome on now, donât be shy.â Caleb continues with his confidence, picking the phone back up and angling it towards you.Â
He intentionally drags his fist in and out of you a few more times before gently pulling it out, moaning at the way it sounds, obsessing over it really. Zayne watches in horror at the way you squeeze your eyes shut, sadly wondering what Caleb must be doing off screen for you to look so fucking guilty. The horror only grows when he has to watch Calebâs cock come on screen, pussy soaked hand jerking himself off before shoving the head right against your lips.
God, you know Zayne hates you now.Â
Caleb knows it too, and doesnât care as he uses that same soaked hand and pries your lips apart before pushing it into your mouth. He thrusts forward too quick for you to take a breath, and you feel the leaking tip hit the back of your throat in a way that makes you choke and gag around him.Â
Your eyes shoot open, looking up at him and barely able to comprehend the camera just inches from your face.Â
Zayne has seen you look up at him like this too. Why arenât you fighting Caleb though? Why are you willingly gagging, choking, and drooling all over yourself with such a forceful fuck to your face? You always pull off of him when he tries to thrust even a little bitâŠbut youâre..
âIââ Zayne goes to say, still staring at you and the way youâre shamefully getting your mouth fucked open. âThat is fucking disgusting.â He finally lets out, but he canât look away. He doesnât want to see this butâŠhe canât bring himself to hang up.Â
âYeah, thatâs what she thinks too.â Caleb chuckles with a heaved breath, enjoying himself, now angling the phone at his face. âI think she likes it thoughâ wouldnât you agree?â
There goes the camera again, pointing right at your choking mouth. Caleb pushes all the way in too, letting your nose rest against his pelvis and moaning loudly for Zayne to hear.
âShit, see? Sheâs not even fighting it.â
Zayne canât tell only because Caleb doesnât let him. Youâre gripping Calebâs hips and trying to push him out of your mouth, but he stays in place, enjoying the way your choking and suffocating throat jerks him off better than his own hand ever could.Â
The best part? He knows youâre only pushing him away to breathe because you werenât fighting at all at first. In fact, he felt you silently hum against him like you want his cock so bad. So, heâs not actually lying. He just thinks itâs polite to not let Zayne know how youâre suffocating right now.Â
Oh well.Â
Only after your eyes start to fog over and roll back does Caleb pull out, relishing in that wet gasp you lend. He looks down at the phone now, wanting to make sure Zayne witnessed all of that before realizing he fucking hung up.
Who the fuck hangs up on imagery like that? Fucking idiot, is what Zayne is.Â
To be fair though, Zayne hung up shortly before Caleb pulled out. He had to force himself to do it, because he didnât quite enjoy the way his cock jumped at the image of his girlfriend letting her step-brother fuck her mouth like that. Heâs entirely blindsided. Like, not only are you cheating on him, but he had to see it like that?! In 4k?! God, his stomach would be in knots to catch you like this with anyone, but the fact that itâs withâŠCaleb. Of all people.
Youâre fucking your own brother.Â
None of that matters to Caleb though, nor does it matter to you at this moment as the tears continue to pour from your eyes knowing that Caleb did this on purpose and for a reason. Itâs insane how kind he is to you now that Zayne isnât watching, actually. Lending you a deep, meaningful kiss before sinking back down the bed and resuming his previous position.Â
âYou liked this.â He comments, seeing if his hand will still fit, and moaning when it does. âYouâre so fucking wet itâs insane.â
God, you know heâs punishing you yet you canât bring yourself to be mad about it because already you can feel the bubbles in your stomach threaten an orgasm. Proving to both Caleb and yourself thatâŠyou do like it. Never have you even imagined wanting a whole goddamn fist in you before now butâyou more than like it. You love it.Â
In fact, feeling his hand dragging in and out of you now makes you forget about the way you nearly just died with a cock in your throat. Youâre already moaning again, actually.Â
And fuck, you promised youâd do anything to keep this a secret, and while doing that anything for him, no matter how willing, he still fucking told. He fucking showed the dirty acts to the last person on earth youâd ever want to see, hear, or know. The crying is a given, from both the anxiety, the fear, and the pleasure because you canât stop the oncoming orgasm or the love you have for the man giving it to you either.Â
The way he holds you through it should disgust you, with his fist buried so deep your orgasm comes in long, drawn out and painful waves. He grips onto you though, whispering more to himself against your thigh than to you, âIâve got you. Iâll always have you, itâs okay.âÂ
You donât want to melt for him, but you do. Even through your ringing ears itâs like your body instinctively hears his whispers when you shouldnât. The words bring comfort, reminding you that heâll still protect you even from Zayne and what he feels about this situation. Even from your parents, from outsiders, from everything.Â
The orgasm feels like it bruises your brain, a throbbing headache coming shortly after when Caleb takes on a more gentle persona and pulls his hand from you. He inspects your open cunt for a moment, seeing how wet it is inside for him before it pulses closed and he averts his gaze to his hand.Â
Glistening, so wet. You needed that, he thinks. The reminder that heâs the only one who can love you in more ways than you truly need.Â
âYou did so well.â He compliments, crawling up and over you to wipe those tears with the same hand.Â
You donât move away, if anything you need this comfort now more than anything because you simply donât know what to feel, or think, or admit right now. You think Caleb already knows, he wouldnât need you to say it simply because heâs always read you like a book.Â
âNo more pretending you donât want this.â He says now, in a darker voice. âEven with Zayne listening, you moaned my name. I donât think you remember doing that, do you?â
You cry more, closing your eyes tightly and pretending like Calebâs hand is Zayneâs. You really liked Zayne, genuinely thought you could have a future with him. Even so, pretending that Caleb is him doesnât bring safety because you almost would prefer it be Caleb. A hand youâre so familiar with.Â
He had been so awful to you recently, and only now do you realize thatâŠmaybe it really was for your own good.
âYou donât need him.â Caleb says now, adjusting himself between your legs.âNot when you have me. You know Iâll take care of you.â He continues, slipping his cock deep into your already loosened hole.Â
Heâs shocked that you still manage to be tight after all of that, but he guesses thatâs just how pussies work. Or how yours works, anyway. He knows it more than he knows his own cock at this point, which is insane.Â
Feeling him inside of you, so familiar, slightly smaller than Zayneâ itâsâŠcomforting. The tears that spill from you now are more for missing him than anything. You canât help it when you wrap your legs around him or throw your arms around his shoulders, shivering and clinging to him like heâs your last line of sanity despite everything about this being entirely insane.Â
âCalebââ You moan at how he fucks you, so much softer than with his hand butâŠnormal. Like the first time you ever did this with him. âI really want you but,â
Caleb pauses, feeling that same pit in his stomach at how you say those words.
âWhat you just did to me could ruin my life.â You finally say, still clinging, not at all asking him to stop. âWhat youâre doing right now, will ruin my life.â
âDonât be silly. Your life will be ruined without me, baby, you know that, right?â He says, reminding you of who has the power by quickening his hips and pointing his cock directly at your already sensitive g-spot. âYou canât say no to me, you tried and still you want me.â
You nod your head in agreement despite wishing he was wrong.Â
âWe canât.â You say to him in a half-groaned whisper. âIâm begging you to stop.âÂ
If at all, youâre just begging him to stop being what you want. To stop being able to have a hold over you like this. To stop being everything that Zayne isnât and still being the most desirable man in your life. To stop being your step-brother. To stop being a taboo in your life, if only to become someone youâre allowed to need like this.Â
âNo.â Caleb says, unknowing of what youâre actually asking of him. âIâll never stop.â
With those words, you moan. Heâs promising something that neither of you should feel or need, but you accept it. Shocked at the way you feel him inside of you like always, no pain, or lack of feeling from the previous size fucked into you. Itâs justâŠCaleb. Intentionally fucking you harder to punish you for words that are actually fighting more for him than against him.Â
âOkay.â You whimper, falling silent with your broken voice fading into nothing but cries of the inevitable.Â
For all Caleb knows, youâre asking him to stop this. What heâs doing to you right now, not for anything else that you meant it for. For your own sake, because you know that after this, you truly may not be able to pull yourself from this fantasy with him. Technically, heâs showing you that heâs willing to hurt you to keep you. To take it from you if thatâs what it takes to get what he wants. And that hurts a lot to know, a pain deep within you making you spiral a little more than you ever thought you could.
Heâd really go as far as to keep going when youâre crying for him to stop? If just to show you that heâŠloves you? No, maybe just that he wants this, he wants you.Â
You want this, but itâs the fact that he just knows. Even if you say no, even if you beg or plead for him to stop, heâll just keep going because he knows better than you that youâll always want him in return. Even if youâre lying to yourself, even if you were able to truly convince yourself that this isnât at all what you want. Even if it feels like Caleb is committing atrocities right now, he knows heâs not. Heâs not, even if you say he is.Â
And at the end of the day, right now. He truly isnât.Â
You can feel your heart rotting at all thatâs lost now. A life with someone normal. A life where youâre normal and can be seen hand in hand with the love of your life as you grocery shop, or get ice cream, or even just take the future dog on a walk. Your dreams are dying, and you canât stop them.Â
You feel a burning pain throughout your body at the force of him now, seemingly trying to fuck your concern away from you. Only now do you open your eyes to look at him, heâs just shapes now. Your tears are messing up the normal clear view youâd have, but you can tell heâs smiling lovingly.Â
He doesnât care that he just ruined your relationship, he doesnât care that youâre his step-sister, he doesnât care nor think of how the future could work if he were to keep trying to follow this path, and continue to make you realize youâll willingly walk down it with himâŠ.not when heâs getting this from you.Â
Not when he knows that, now at least, heâll always get what he wants.
You cling harder to him now, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth as you lift to his shoulder and tuck your face there, replacing your lip with his warm and pulsing skin. Caleb is pleasantly surprised by this, after all that he did to you, he really thought heâd have to work harder to get these lips to willingly suck on his skin again without him puppeteering you.Â
âYeah?â He turns his face against your forehead as you suck, still crying and tasting the salt from your tears mixed with the saliva youâre drooling onto him. âZayne canât make you feel this good?â He continues to talk himself up.Â
You remain silent as you try to drown out your thoughts with the pleasure he gives instead, feeling the way his normally gentle hands are rough holding you up, feeling the way your body shifts with each thrust up, hearing the way he breathes for you, speaks for you, and moans for you.Â
You hate to say you love it right now. Hate that you let your dream of a normal life die so easily. Hate you love him enough to let him do this to you, really.Â
âCalebââ You hiccup, exhausted. âI canât believe youâd go this far.âÂ
Only in those words do you realize how taboo andâŠerotic it is. To have a man willing to not only claim you as his own through forcing jealousy on your boyfriend and pain on you, but you guess the borderline sexual assault is another thing.Â
Itâs not that youâre into it. In fact, youâre terrified of that. But itâs justâŠthe way he knows you is attractive. The way he will protect you from any situation he causedâŠturns you on, even if heâs the one you need protecting from. God, the way heâll fuck you through all the lies you tell yourself.Â
Shit.
âIâd go further.â He chuckles, out of breath as he chases the expanse of your clenched walls. âWouldâve brought you to his house and fucked you right there at his front door. Let everyone know.â
You shake your head out of fear of that situation at first, and then suddenly find yourself smiling and losing your mind a bit. God, that would be hot if it were like, you know, not something that would get you disowned by not only family, but literally everyone aside from Caleb.Â
âShouldâve seen his face, babyââ Caleb moans just thinking about it, loving that he has what no one else can have. âSaid he was disgusted butâŠI think he was turned on. Really, couldnât look away from you sucking my dick like thatâ God,â He cuts himself off by grabbing at you, shoving you back down and into your pillows, both hands running up your shirt and pushing it up to your collarbone. He gropes and pinches at your tits, half of his plush bottom lip caught between his teeth as sweat drips into his eyelashes.Â
âCouldnât tell if he wished he was meââ A sarcastic laugh. âor maybe even you.â His moans continue to mesh with his laughter, now moving one hand to your neck and leaning down to lick against your lips with another pointed thrust. âIâd never fuck anyone better than Iâll fuck you though.â
âGotta say, if he wanted it bad enough, heâd look pretty choking on it too. Never as pretty as you.â He continues talking, and talking, and talking.Â
You donât really process his words though, or recognize if heâs being truthful or just making shit up, nor do you care. To be fair, there isnât anything in this world left to care about aside from him now. Not yourself, not Zayne, your parents, or anyone out wandering the world right now.Â
âStopââ You moan at the way he rubs his pelvis against your clit with his now, deeper thrusts. âStop fucking talking about him.â
He smiles wide against your lips in victory, feeling his muscle tense up at you asking to forget about Zayne. And so, he listens to you for the first time since youâve been home, he fucking listens.Â
Caleb says nothing now, instead he focuses his hips and notes how now, your pussy feels too used. Or maybe his cock is just numb and oversensitive, heâs not sure. Itâs not hard really, to reach down and shove three fingers into you alongside his cock, offering extra sensation to both his balls and the underside of his length as he continues to fuck into you with what he can only assume to be a painful stretch.Â
His body shivers with an embarrassing moan at that, rolling his eyes back.Â
âYou hate him?â Caleb says, but it sounds more like a plea for you to agree as he chases an orgasm far too fucking close.Â
You donât respond because at this point his words are just there as fluff in your head. Youâre more focused on the insecure feeling inside of you at how heâs had to use his hand to help him get off. It...feels so bad knowing that you canât give him what he wants after all this. After you promised. And, so, you build up the courage to lift quickly, catching him off guard, and hug him around his neck.Â
There, his fingers skew slightly, to the point itâs painful for him to keep them in place and heâs forced to pull them back and instead, hold you up in his own hug as he spirals. God, he missed you so much. Look at you now, after trying to deny him, deny yourself of wanting this. Youâre bouncing on him like you always have, frantically moving your hips with no rhyme or reason, solely to get him off.Â
He lets out a loud moan, not caring if your parents wake up to it. Not caring about anything but the pussy choking his cock out now. The change in position offered a new form of tightness, and he doesnât need an extra boost of pleasure anymore. Not with you breathing against his mouth like this, still crying, except now itâs like youâre crying because he hasnât gotten off yet.Â
âYeah, thatâs it.â He nods his head, lips playing with yours with each nod of his head as he squeezes his eyes shut. âFuck, you always know what I like it.â
Just like that, all of your insecurity is washed away. You feel him twitch inside of you, and the way his hands nearly bruise you in this hug feelsâŠright. Itâs what you need, what you want.Â
âHe ever cum in you?â Caleb pants out, noting the way you aggressively shake your head in an answer.Â
And normally, heâd pull out. Normally, thereâs a condom involved in this. Not today though, even as you note the familiar sound choking from his throat, and that even more familiar twitch of his cock. You try to pry yourself away from him, palms pressing on his chest as you argue.Â
âCaleb! Pull out, Let me up!âÂ
He doesnât let you though. Instead, he grabs both of your wrists and presses you right back down on the bed, overpowering you through his orgasm and fucking all of that cum right into you. Intentionally, with purpose.Â
âNo,â He croaks out in a breath, still lost in his orgasm. âI wonât.âÂ
You try to wiggle away from him still, despite knowing heâs already started cumming. Whatâs the point now if not just to still have some type of control over your own body? He, again, doesnât let you, pressing your wrists painfully into your own stomach, forcing you to feel each pulse and spurt of him for the first time through the pressure of his hold.
Heâs never done this to you before, then again, This isnât the same Caleb youâre used to no matter how much you try to relate the feelings and love to the Caleb you were with last summer. AndâŠyou need to lie to yourself right now at how good it feels to have him fuck his cum into you well past his orgasm, because admitting it would be the last thing you could do tonight to really throw you off the deep end.Â
He makes you admit it though, still fucking his cock into you regardless of how itâs growing softer and softer by the second. Doing it solely because he knows more cum will drip out as he shrinks back down. He wants to feel each second of your walls clenching, trying to push him out and knowing it never can.Â
He holds you down harder now, wincing at his own sensitivity as he plays with himself inside of you, lending pained chuckles and eye rolls with each sound of disgust you make towards him for it. And only after he slips out and canât manage to fold it back into you does he really look at you.Â
Tilting his head with an innocent smile on his face, he releases your hands and shoots his own up to your face, cupping both cheeks before leaning down and kissing you as hard as he can with what little breath he has left.Â
âI deserved that.â He says between kisses. âYou deserved it.â He sounds slightly irritated saying that part, but his kiss stays gentle and sweet. âYou owed me this.â
Youâre not sure if he meant any of that, but you find yourself agreeing.
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"ACK-! TOSHI, WHY?!" Nori was quick to try to fight back against his brother's grip- but it wasn't exactly something he could escape from easily. It didn't help that he was roping in Fin- which meant his struggles could result in the other getting a wayward elbow or knee. His squirming faltered as they grew closer. "---Fin,-- Fin no,-!"
"On it!!!" They all but dashed over- it had been far too long (in their opinion) since they'd last heard a true laughing fit from the blond- and it was kinda hard to say no to his twin (they could never say no to that face, really). Fin's hands were quick to slide under the cover of Nori's shirt- and not a moment later, he twitched.
"I'LL GET YOU BOTH FOR THI----!" He was cut off as Fin began to wiggle their fingers- dancing along his armpits in a way that made every nerve in his body tense. "----PFFFFF-!" He tried to keep his mouth shut- but that was proving rather difficult as Fin ramped up speed. "-----PFFHAHAHAHAHAAAA----!" His kicks against his brother's legs grew substantially weaker as his laughter grew in volume.
âI think youâre right. The heat will be on Endeavor now.â He smirked at his unintentional joke. âBut I guess it always has been.â
Toshi filled up the water heater & prepped Finâs cup.
Seeing a reprieve, the twin innocently walked over then grabbed his brotherâs chest & arms, trying to trap him. âGet him, Fin! Go for the ticklish spots!â

Nori wasnât wrong - All Might had discovered another troublemaker to pick on his brother, hadnât he?
#A secret kept between two/One for Allâs doubled call || Verse | Twins#frogsonalotusleaf#Through many battles/I have been tested/Iâve never failed/Never have been bested || Toshinori Yagi#And we'll be carrying each other/Until we say goodbye on our dying day || Toshi Yagi#//listen I wanted to respond to this so bad#//it was on my mind the whole time I was at work-#//can either end during this or continue I do not mind either way#//I am vibing and enjoying life and giggling to myself just a bit
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How I Shift On Command + How You Can Too
I donât plan on posting anything other than this or starting a blog, so I donât need anyone to âbelieveâ in me. The only person you should trust is yourselfâtrust yourself to resonate positively with what you see online and click away if it doesnât serve you. This is here for you to take from if it resonates. I literally only made this blog to post this here. My hope is that it reaches at least one person who can take something from this and apply it to their shifting journey. If not, and this post ends up here untouched, Iâm just glad to finally get everything down in words and off my chest.Â
Jumping straight to the answer because Iâm not going to make anyone sit through a long post for it. The rest, the "advice," is here if you want to read it.
The "method"
I figured out what works specifically for me as an individual instead of following everyone elseâs journey. Everyone has their âthingâ that makes shifting click, a sweet spot that makes reality shifting possible. For me, itâs a combination of the law of assumption and inducing an altered state of consciousness.
During the day, I spend time affirmingâor sometimes just reminding myself or keeping a little note nearbyâthings like:
I can shift.
I know how to shift.
I could shift tonight.
Shifting is accessible to me.
At night, I watch videos, look at Pinterest boards, or listen to music that reminds me of my DR. This ingrains where Iâm going in my brain. Sometimes I do this for fun, and other times I skip it entirely.
When I lay down, I always lie on my back and stay somewhat still because I like the feeling of my body going numb. This isnât necessary to shift, but I enjoy itâit lets me feel the symptoms of hypnagogia (that in-between state of wakefulness and sleep).
To meditate quickly, I count from 1 to 100 with a few affirmations in between to remind myself of what Iâm doing. I do this until my body goes numb, and I start messing up the counting. Usually, the mistakes or random, nonsensical thoughts are my signal to start shifting.
At this point, I begin affirming the things I affirmed during the day:
I could shift right now.
I have the ability to shift.
I have the power to shift at any moment.
While I do this, I focus on the feeling of being in my DRânot my surroundings, not my senses, just the internal feeling of being there.
This is where âbrazen impudenceâ comes in. I hard-force myself to feel like Iâm in my DR. Itâs not about imagining my surroundings but purely about embodying the feeling of being there.
Hypnagogic imagery and sensations like floating often kick in at this point. These are symptoms of your body falling asleep so your awareness can take shape in that sweet spot for shifting.
I continue this, then stop and start counting from 1 to 100 again, with affirmations like:
I can shift.
I know how to shift.
I could shift right now.
Then I repeat the process: using brazen impudence to force myself to feel like Iâm in my DR.
Eventually, I reach that threshold between sleep and wakeâa liminal state of pure consciousness. Body asleep, mind awake, I call this the ârabbit holeâ which is honstly just a deep state of hypnogogia. Itâs a state where anything is possible: lucid dreaming, astral projection, slipping into the void, shiftingâanything.
When Iâm in this state, I use brazen impudence to force myself to feel like I'm shifting to my DR and don't take no for an answer (I tell myself I'm in Barbados and shut the door in my own face). This can involve affirmations or just talking myself through it, either way I wake myself up there. Occasionally, I simply relax, expect to wake up in my DR, fall asleep, and wake up shifted.
Does all that sound complicated? Let me simplify:
Lay down and get comfortable.
Count from 1 to 100 on a loop with affirmations in between until you mess up the counting, get sleepy, or have your mind wander. Like this:
Me: *counts from 1 - 100* Me: *says a few affirmations/askfirmations* Me: *counts from 1 - 100* Me: *says a few affirmations/askfirmations*
On a loop until...
Persist in the feel of being in your DRânot focusing on surroundings or senses, just the feeling. Feeling is the secret.
Alternate between steps 2 and 3 until youâre in that relaxed body asleep/mind awake state, OR just straight up hypnogogia tbh. (That is, if you donât already shift lol)
From there, choose what feels right: shift from a lucid dream, affirm, slip into the void, or just feel yourself in your DR like I do, convince yourself that either you shifted and are there, or are shifting and will end up there.
One thing Iâll tell you nowâregardless of your circumstances, how long youâve been trying, how long itâll take, who you are, etcâis that you already know how to shift. You, reading this right now. You know how to shift, and thereâs nothing you did to learn it. Thereâs nothing you can do to unlearn it. Itâs something that will stay with you until the end of time.
Why do you think people shift randomly without prior knowledge of shifting? Even people who donât believe in it? Itâs because everyone can shift. You can shift.
Right now, stop reading this post and say in your head or out loud, âI already know how to shift.â Or, if that doesnât feel right, âI already have the ability to shift,â âNo matter what, I have the power to shift,â or âMy mind knows how to shift no matter what.â
Can you argue that? No, you canât. And if your mind starts throwing out âbuts,â go back and read that again.
Shifting isnât difficult, and no one struggles to shift. Iâm sure youâve heard it beforeâthat shifting is simple and happens in secondsâbecause it does. You donât struggle with shifting. You can shift; everyone has the power to. What you âstruggleâ with, so to speak, is figuring out what works for you, what your brain likes, how it operatesâbecause everyone is different.
What ended up working for me more than anything was figuring out how I operate and modifying shifting to fit meânot forcing myself to fit shifting.
Will my method work for everyone? I have no idea. Unless you assume it will work for you, this is what works for me. Iâm me, and youâre you.
Before you say âOh, but Iâve tried everything and nothing has worked so farâ and expect me to sit here and ask you âbut have you really tried everything? <3â , listen to me.Â
I could shift perfectly well with my own personal method before I started shifting regularly. I knew it worked well for my brain, but the thing that âblockedâ me (so to speak) were my assumptions.Â
When you sit there and say âIâve tried everything and nothing has workedâ thatâs your assumption about yourself. You believe that nothing works for you, that you don't know how to shift, that youâre this powerless, lost baby shifter who needs guidance.Â
Thereâs nothing wrong with this, itâs not your fault, and theoretically you could shift even with your âblockagesâ (I really hate that term), as shifting waits for no one.
This is why so many people shift randomly and with poor assumptions without meaning to. But you clicked on this because you want to know how you can shift consistently + on every time, and this is the answer Iâm giving you.Â
You find out what works better for you, be it affirming, visualizing, scripting, shifting awake, shifting asleep, shifting with hypnagogia, shifting with hypnopompic, shifting through lucid dreams, shifting with brazen impudence, through SATs, robotic affirming, through letting go, through putting your DR on a pedestal, through listening to music, through law of assumption alone, and many more.Â
If that sounds overwhelming, please note that all of these are the same vehicles that get you to your destination. Just in different shapes and colors. Like how some people drive a car, others drive a motorcycle, others walk, others swim. The movement forward is always the same.Â
What youâre doing, no matter how youâre doing it or in whatever state of consciousness youâre doing it from, will always be:
Assume it's true, feel it, receive it. âAssume and persist,â âground yourself in the assumption,â youâve heard it all before.Â
How to Find What Makes You Shift On Command
You could either test different techniques (affirmations, visualizations, scripting, lucid dreaming, etc.) and see what feels natural to you.Â
You could (and I love this one because itâs a cheat code) Assume you already know what works, and let the law of assumption guide you. âManifest itâ so to speak.Â
Pay attention to your life, because you already shift on command, you've been doing it your whole life, but I guarantee you haven't noticed it. Pay attention to you, like how easily you slip into hypnagogia, your dream recall, or how strong your intuition is, maybe you put too much emotion into a scenario you donât want in your life and it inherently manifests, things like that. Pay attention to the thing that makes you go âhuh, that was weirdâ
âBut Clover, I tried everything you mentioned above and still havenât found my method!âÂ
My darling. Listen up. Come closerâIâm about to let you in on a secret. The way you apply the law of assumption isnât one-size-fits-all, because assumptions and beliefs are not linear. It's the same every time, yes, it's a law. But just like you, the way you can use it is unique to each person.
Let me tell you how easy it is so you don't think I'm over-complicating it
You could, for instance, believe youâve got $1000 in your bank account right now and act like it, fully living in the end. Or you could believe youâre going to have $1000 in your account and act like itâs already on its way. Or maybe you believe somethingâs going to happen thatâll bring you that $1000.
The same applies to shifting. Itâs been a game changer for me. I used to struggle so much with things like:
âYouâre already in your DR, just act like it.â
âIgnore the 3D.â
âYouâve already shifted.â
Do those methods work? Absolutely, they work beautifully. But like I said, if it doesnât feel good or true to you, donât force it.
My dearest, darling reader. If the story you see in your 3D is that you canât shift, canât find what makes you shift, are you just going to sit there and accept it? What is more satisfying? Think with me here: accepting that you donât know how to shift and cannot shift, or persisting that you do know how to shift?Â
âClover, but Iâve been trying for 4 years! Iâve tried everything and I still havenât shiftedâ
So that's your story? Your story, your assumption is that youâve been trying for 4 years and havenât shifted? If youâve resonated with the phrase above, thatâs your story. And thereâs nothing wrong with it, but! there will be no magic solution for shifting. Or a magic method. Or a person like me giving you advice, that can make you shift without you changing your assumptions first.
âBut I donât want to reprogram my mind! It doesnât work for me. I donât want to do robotic affirming 24/7, I want results now!âÂ
I know, right? Itâs annoying having to do these 100-step methods, and drink charged water, and have to beg the universe for your desire, and loop affirmations in your mind that directly contradict what youâre experiencing in the 3D.
âOh ignore the 3D, the 4D is your only real imagination!â they say, as you sit there, clutching your phone, rocking back and forth in bed, repeating affirmations you donât resonate with while dreaming of being railed by your S/O.
Believe me, I've been there, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. I asked myself why couldn't these basic steps that worked for everyone else work for me. I blamed myself for not trying hard enough, for being lazy, for inconsistent. When all that time, the answer was me. I needed to manifest/shift in a way that felt good for me.
Just remember, the law of assumption isn't complicated, and the way you apply it is not one-size-fits-all. Reprogramming the mind through continuous repetition and affirmation works, and if that resonates with you or feels effective, you should absolutely go for it.
However, at its core, you donât inherently need to reprogram your mind. Itâs as simple as assuming your mind has already been reprogrammed and watching it unfold before your eyes. You do what feels right to you.
For example, if person A does better with visualization and listening to music, why on earth are they affirming and listening to subliminals?
If person B feels better scripting in a notebook, why the hell are they reprogramming their mind?
If person C feels good reprogramming their mind, why are they taking the simple route?
Funny, isn't it? Which is why if you've read all of this so far, and you have not resonated with it, just click away. Go find another post or advice that feels true to you. The words I'm writing right now are not universal, they're not the absolute truth. That's the beauty of the law of assumption. Whatever you believe to be true, becomes true.
I didnât feel good with the affirmations âIâm already in my DRâ and âI already shifted.â Do they work, are they true? Yup, but I didnât feel good ignoring the 3D, even when I knew the 4D was the true reality. So I swapped them for affirmations like "I'm shifting to my DR", âIâm going to shift to my DRâ, swapping things like âI already shiftedâ to âIâm shiftingâ because those are the kinds of affirmations my brain loves.Â
I've heard a silly bit of misinfo that these affirmations stating future events put you in an infinite loop, and that they donât make you achieve your desire. Thatâs not true? At all? Makes me laugh, really. Because here I am, âmaster shifterâ or whatever name people give it in this reality, shifting as much as I want to wherever I want with these types of affirmations.
Yet here I see every day on the internet, people implanting stubborn little rules and regulations to a practice that has been done for ages, a universal law that will work even when you donât care for it to work.Â
How I Shifted The First Time
The law of assumption is what made me shift in the end. Initially, I surprised myself at the beginning of my shifting journey because I shifted three months after starting it. I woke up one morning in my DR room, felt it was real, knew it was possible, but accidentally shifted back because it was too good to be true.Â
What followed was a period of losing my mind; I shift back to my DR for a few seconds (mini-shifts), fully shifted to different rparallel ealities, and filled the hell out of shifting journals with my discoveries as I went along. But I never fully shifted to my DR and stayed there. I wanted to permashift. I was so focused on leaving my CR and going to my DR permanently, frustrated because I knew I could shift, knew how to in theory, but was stuck in this endless loop of assuming I couldn't make myself shift and had to rely on spontaneous shifts.
And then one night it clicked when I was reflecting on the law of assumption and reality shifting. I knew shifting was real. I knew I could shift. Everyone can shift. I had shifted before. I would continue to shift even if I gave up on shifting. I could shift that night if I wanted to. I could shift that night even if I didn't want to. I knew how to shift. And so do you.
These are all assumptions I went to sleep with in mind, laying there, feeling like an idiot as it all clicked for me.Â
If there was no doubt in my mind that I could shift that night, why wouldnât I be able to shift?Â
What followed was an overwhelming sense of peace washing over me. I let go. What more was there to be done? I could shift. There was no crying or screaming that could make me shift more than I could right then.Â
I laid there and started my process. Just like I mentioned earlier. I began counting from 1 - 100 on a continuous loop. With affirmations that I could shift, I knew how to shift , I could shift that night.
And then I reached hypnagogia, and began inducing the feeling of being in my DR, just like I mentioned earlier. That liminal space rabbit hole shortly followed. I could go anywhere I wanted then. I could lucid dream. I could astral project. I could slip into the void. I could shift, and I did. JustâŠletting go and inducing the feeling of being in my DR. Not the surroundings, not the 5 senses, no affirmations. Just knowing that I was in my Dr.Â
It was peaceful.Â
I was at ease.Â
And then I was woken up by a violent crack of thunder because my dumbass scripted my DR wakeup scenario to be in the middle of spring, and it was raining -_-Â
I woke up in my DR, fully grounded, fully there, pinching my skin purple because I couldn't believe I was looking out the window at my DR city.
I wish I could tell you that I remained cool, but I so didnât. I sat in bed for a good 10 minutes, mouth agape, repeating âoohh fuck itâs realâŠ.ohhh my god itâs realâŠwhaaat the hell.âÂ
And then I paced around my room panicking, giggling like an idiot, checking my DR phone because all my friends and DR life was on there as evidence, opening drawers, looking at myself in the mirror, and straight-up freaking out.Â
What followed after that was incredible, something I lack the words to describe. I spent a few weeks in my DR before shifting back, spending a few weeks here and then shifting backâhere, back, here, back and forth, spending more time in my DR then my CR to the point where I consider my DR my true reality, and this one as my âotherâ reality.Â
I shifted back here in early December of last year, and Iâm here now before I shift back permanentlyâmeaning, Iâll shift there, and then the next time I shift will be to another DR or a waiting room somewhere in the multiverse. Iâm taking a "break" so to speak and hanging out here until events I scripted in my DR start to happen, and my life changes (positively, all good things I assure).Â
Iâm not sure if the person or people who find this post will care, but my other reality was originally called my âWitch DRâ, where, as the name suggests, Iâm a witch :) But not the fun kind, with a broomstick, a cauldron, and a pet cat though đThe kind where I have to be up early for work in the mornings, canât keep a cat because the building I live in doesnât allow it, and have more responsibilities there than I do in this reality.Â
One thing I didnât expect about shifting before I lived there the first time is thatâitâs life. You will have good days. You will have bad days. You will fuck up. You will laugh so hard that soda comes out of your nose. You will cry more than you ever have. And the people you once saw on a TV screen are very real, and can be very annoying lol. I miss my DR friends dearly right now, but I canât go poking around the internet for videos and pictures of them because it feels so weird.Â
Gut feelings are strange. I use them as a compass in both realities whenever I have to manually flap the butterflyâs wings and take a route. I felt compelled to write this post, and Iâm not sure why. But if what this post has the power to help one singular person and help them realize their power, I'll be beyond happy.
#reality shifting#shifting#shifting community#shifting blog#shifting motivation#shifting reality#permashifting#shifting methods#shifting success#shiftblr#shifting antis dni#shifters#shifting storytime#shifting tips#respawning
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LADS Men and a cramp simulator. This is how I imagine they would handle it.
A/N: Iâve gotten many requests for a cramp simulator so this is for those who wanna torture their man hehe

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[Before]
Of course he is berating you with questions. Where did you get this? why do you want him to do this? Will this have long lasting effects?
Believes you when you say your cramps are bad so heâs having a hard time understanding why you want to cause him immense pain
Agrees anyway because he will always do whatever you want him to do
[During]
This would be one of the rare moments you see Zayne break his calm cool and collected composure
âAre you sure youâre not having a heart attack every month?â Heâs leaning on any surface he can find long after youâve taken the simulator off of him
I imagine he has a high pain tolerance, but this was too much âYou can turn it off nowâ you turn it up. âMy love please turn it offâ red in the face sweating and hands are shaking
[After]
You gave him your heating pad to help with the lingering pain âI was unaware of what you were dealing with every monthâ
Prepare to be pampered every time you get your period now; he's stocking up all your feminine products, tea, heating pads, painkillers, and your favorite foods and snacks
Monitors your heart closely during the week because he's worried you might have a heart attack
Brings up the option of medical grade painkillers, but immediately changes his mind because he doesnât want you getting addicted
âNext time you start you period just take the week offâ insists you stay home and let him take care of you, bringing you tea and rubbing your stomach
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[Before]
Overconfident to start â he can sense when youâre not feeling well, but canât sense your cramp pain he just knows youâre not okay
Believes you when you say your cramps are bad, but "thereâs no way theyâre that bad" he has a high pain tolerance so âthis will be a piece of cake turn it upâ
[During]
Trying to hide the grimace on his face when he feels the first âcrampâ âKeep going?â âYea this is nothingâ heâs already sweating
Screaming, whining, crying and damn near throwing up âIâm dying thereâs no way im not dying I see the lightâ âYouâre not dyingâ âYES I AMâ
âThis is what you go through? No wonder youâre so meanâ âI was being nice this is what I actually feelâ you turn it up and he throws himself on the floor âIâM SORRY IâM SORRY TURN IT OFF PLEASEâ gasping for air as he rolls around
[After]
Leaves you little snacks and gifts outside the door whenever you get your period now
Has never asked âIs it really that bad?â again because he knows the answer now; gets pains just thinking about it
Had to go lay down and take a nap after you took the simulator off of him.
Stocks up on heating pads and rubs your stomach and back religiously now
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[Before]
Isnât nervous, but also isn't excited âIâm readyâ
Is only doing this because you promised him hotpot afterwards
âYouâre no stranger to painâ âIm not a masochistâ âDebatableâ
[During]
The pain was so bad that it pissed him off âThis is complete bullshitâ âIâm not interested in continuing this turn it off pleaseâ
When you turn it up so show him what you actually experience heâs kneeling at your feet begging you to turn it off âMy Star please I understand please end thisâ
Accidentally grips whatever is near him so hard he breaks it
sweating, red in the face with tears in his eyes
[After]
Nurse Xavier now
Whenever you get your period heâs making you lay down and take it easy all week.
Is helping you in and out of bed
Leaves either a tampon or fresh underwear with a pad already lined in it on the counter for you when you get out of the shower
Loves these weeks now because he can nap with you as much as he wants
Carries you everywhere âXav I promise I can walkâ âWith cramps as horrendous as those? You really are superwomanâ

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[Before]
Nonchalant as always has almost a bored expression
âI still feel pain Princess, but I'll indulge youâ
You tell him to sit down, but he opts to stand
"You shot and stabbed me before I can handle this" "I scratched you" "You stabbed me clear through the chest" "What?" "What."
[During]
Panting and red in the face does his best to try and handle the pain
Breathing heavily and doubled over leaning against the nearest surface he can find
âOkay okay thats enoughâ brought him to knees once again âI thought you could handle pain?â âThat does not mean I enjoy itâ
Has to sit down for a while completely still like a statue after that
[After]
Already pampered you during your periods, but heâs upped it now
Literally tracks your cycle and makes sure heâs always nearby incase it comes early
Wants you to stay with him the entire time âI need to go to work Sylusâ âNo you donât you need to restâ
Makes a nesting bed for you and is at your beckoned call
#love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#sylus#lads#love and deepspace sylus#lnds sylus#lads rafayel#lads xavier#lads zayne#lads sylus#lnds#sylus lnds#lnds xavier#lnds rafayel#lnds zayne#love and deepspace zayne#love and deepspace xavier#love and deepspace rafayel#xavier love and deepspace#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#l&ds#l&ds sylus#l&ds rafayel#l&ds xavier#l&ds zayne#nikaaaaimagine
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Steve's not really sure when it became a thing.
Maybe it was while Eddie was in the hospital recovering from his injuries, and the kids had forced Steve onto the visiting schedule. Maybe it was after Eddie got out of the hospital, and the kids insisted they continue to honor the schedule. Maybe it had nothing to do with the schedule and everything to do with the fact that Steve and Eddie had become... friends.
This is also a big maybe in Steve's head because he's pretty sure Eddie just hangs out with him from time to time because he's allowed to drink and smoke around or with him - and he's found that Eddie doesn't like to be alone for extended periods of time.
Steve can't blame him. But with his parents' seemingly permanent absence, he's kind of grown used to it whenever the kids and Robin are forced to go back to school.
But right now, Steve is grateful that Eddie has continued their "thing" in which he shows up at Steve's house at 9pm every Thursday - the same time as one of Steve's assigned "Eddie shifts" - with a six-pack in hand.
Only, this week, Eddie shows up with two bottles of wine.
Steve raises his eyebrows at him as he lets him into the house, shutting the door quickly to keep the cold air out.
"I just thought you'd like to change it up today," Eddie comments nonchalantly as he heads to the living room. Steve wonders for a moment if he knows the secret he's been keeping from everyone, but he figures he doesn't especially when he blabs on, "So, what movie are you blessing me with this week?"
Steve rolls his eyes as he goes to grab the tape and put it in the VCR, but he hesitates for a moment, straightening up to point at Eddie. "You will absolutely tell no one about this, got it? Also, I'm expecting a phone call, but you're not allowed to listen in on it."
"Got it. Scout's honor," Eddie replies with a wink and a salute.
"You were not a boy scout," Steve huffs as he decides to bite the bullet and put the tape in.
Eddie frowns and puts a hand over his heart. "You wound me, Steve. How could you say that?"
"Because I was a boy scout, and we would've been in the same troop."
Once Steve sits on the couch, Eddie leans in and nudges his shoulder. "What I wouldn't give to go back in time and meet a young Steve Harrington. I could've corrupted you sooner."
"I'm afraid Dustin beat you to the corrupting. He's the one who made me watch Star Wars."
"I can always corrupt you in other ways, Steve," Eddie comments, obnoxiously batting his eyelashes.
Steve laughs, used to the blatant flirting during the trailers at this point. "Is that why you brought the wine? To set the mood?"
"Something like that," Eddie says with a soft smile before switching back to his dramatics. "But I'll have you know, I'm a gentleman. Plus, I would like you to remember the first time I blow your mind."
"Blow my mind?" Steve asks, reaching over to grab the bottles. "How would you do that?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," Eddie says with a wink before uncapping his wine.
Steve glances at his own bottle for a moment, distracted. "It's a screw top."
"It's cheap," Eddie explains. He raises his bottle and tilts it Steve's way. "Cheers."
"Cheers," Steve answers, screwing off the top and taking a swig. Tastes like wine. And it also tastes like... a bad idea.
"So, what movie are we watching that has you so defensive?" Eddie asks, throwing his arm along the back of the couch.
To that, Steve takes a longer drink. "One of my mom's favorite movies. We used to watch it together whenever my dad went out of town for his business trips. But then my mom started getting more suspicious of him staying at the office late, and then she started to go on those business trips with him. Which now seem to... never end." Steve sighs and settles back onto the couch a bit more, head resting right on Eddie's hand. He quickly gets the hint and starts gently playing with his hair.
Steve's not sure when that became a thing either.
After another sip of wine, Steve finally confesses, "It's The Sound of Music."
A few expressions pass over Eddie's face before he quietly says, "That was one of my mom's favorites, too."
The two of them share a similar look of understanding and painful longing for a time they'll neither get back. They both drink at the same time as the opening notes of "The Sound of Music" ring out.
As the movie plays, the two of them drift closer - as they always do - and Steve notices that he's slowly but surely getting a bit wine-drunk. Which is what Robin calls the "worst type of drunk Steve." Maybe he should've taken her up on her offer to stay the full day.
As the last scene plays, Steve finds himself glancing toward the phone more than the screen.
"You okay?" Eddie asks gently, the hand in his hair moving to cup his face.
Steve can feel the way the wine flushes his cheeks and sits heavy on his stomach when he asks, "When do you realize your parents have given up on you?"
Eddie swallows heavily before grabbing Steve's nearly empty bottle and putting it on the coffee table. He sits back and fully turns to him. "For me, I fully realized a month after I stayed with Wayne. I still hadn't unpacked the cardboard box my things were in, hoping that maybe since my dad had dropped me off my mom would pick me up. But I hadn't seen her in years." He looks back at the TV where the end credits are rolling. "She left promising me she would come back and make a better life for the two of us eventually. I thought with my dad out of the picture, she'd be back. But as soon as I unpacked that box, I gave up on the idea."
Steve shifts closer and grabs Eddie's hand. "I'm sorry."
Eddie looks at him and tilts his head down so he's looking him right in the eye. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry, too. And..." he hesitates for a moment before resting his forehead against Steve's and whispering, "Happy birthday."
Steve's eyes close tightly. It's the words he had been waiting for all day but in hopes that they'd be coming out the mouths of at least one of his parents. Preferably his mom.
There's pressure behind his eyes, and Steve reaches out to squeeze Eddie's hand gently, warning him in his own way that he might fall apart. But Eddie stays where he is.
"This is the first year they haven't called," Steve whispers, feeling one tear fall down his face. "I know they're assholes but... I didn't think they'd be this much of an asshole. God," he breathes out, breaking away from Eddie to lean back against the couch, hands covering his face as more tears fall.
A familiar arm drapes itself around Steve's shoulders tugging gently until he winds up with his head buried in Eddie's neck.
They sit there for a while, Eddie holding him and running a soothing hand through his hair that reminds Steve of the first time Eddie had opened up to him about the nightmares that never went away, and they had ended up in a similar but swapped position.
Maybe that's when this became a thing.
It's a while before Steve speaks up to ask, "Hey, how do you even know when my birthday is? The last person I told was probably Tommy Hagan in the eighth grade. And Robin, of course, but I swore her to secrecy."
"Oh god," Eddie says in a way that makes Steve pull back to look at him fully. Eddie's head lulls to the side as he looks at him with an adorably embarrassed and caught expression. "So... don't hate me for this, but this happened a few years ago. And... do I really have to tell you?"
"It's my birthday, you have to tell me," Steve replies.
Eddie huffs, ever so dramatically, and grabs Steve's hands before confessing, "So, I stole your wallet a few times."
Steve can't help but laugh at the absurd confession. "When?"
"It was back in your sophomore year probably. We had some horrible science class together, and you sat right in front of me, and well... My friends and I made this hypothesis, very scientific, that some rich kids, including you, wouldn't notice if a dollar or two went missing from their wallets." Steve snorts, and Eddie smiles. "And you had this horrible habit of leaving the front pocket of your backpack open so..."
"Occasionally you would steal anywhere from one to five dollars from my wallet? And one time you managed to swipe ten," Steve fills in for him, vividly remembering something he hadn't thought about in years.
Eddie's eyes widen. "So, my hypothesis was wrong."
"No, you're just less subtle than you think you are."
There's a moment where Eddie just stares at him incredulously. "You're telling me, you let me steal from you? And you didn't beat me up for it?"
Steve shrugs, thinking about the first time it had happened, and he had truly considered it, but he realized. "I knew you needed it more than I did. But that's not what we're talking about. How did this lead you to finding out about my birthday?"
"It was on your driver's license, and I ended up memorizing it in case you had a big party that I could sell at. But then it just... stuck." Eddie looks down at their hands for a moment before he looks up and states, "And we're not about to breeze past this. I must've stolen at least thirty dollars from you!" He lets go of one of Steve's hands to grab his wallet off the coffee table. "For your birthday, let me pay you back."
Steve laughs and shakes his head. "You are not giving me thirty dollars for my birthday. And don't fight me on this, or I'll end up telling Dustin you gave me money without hesitation."
Eddie frowns at him and reluctantly puts his wallet back down. He leans over to Steve and cups his face as he plants a kiss onto his forehead. "You're never who I think you are, Steve Harrington."
"Is that a good thing?" Steve asks as his eyes glance down at his lips.
"A very good thing. It means I'll never give up on you," Eddie says with a teasing lilt but Steve knows that he means it.
"Same to you."
Eddie's teasing smile falters as he looks at Steve. One of his thumbs swipes at a remaining tear trail.
Steve's heart beats a little harder and he can't stop staring at Eddie's lips. He wonders when that became a thing.
"There's one thing you could do for me for my birthday," Steve breaths out.
"And what's that?" Eddie asks quietly.
Steve doesn't answer him, he just leans in slowly, closing his eyes when his nose brushes against Eddie's. But then he feels Eddie gently pull away.
"Earlier, I said I wanted you to remember when I blow your mind, Steve."
Steve's eyes flutter open. "I'm not that far gone."
Eddie sighs and mumbles, "I can't believe I'm doing this," and raises his voice to say, "I'll kiss you when I can't smell wine on your breath, deal?"
"Deal," Steve says, holding out his hand.
Eddie laughs as he shakes it, then grabs it to pull them both up.
"Bedtime?" Steve asks. Eddie nods, turning off the TV before leading the way to the kitchen to get two glasses of water before heading to Steve's room.
Steve knows exactly when that became a thing - the second time Eddie was over at his house, and he had a nightmare in the guest room. Steve now insists that he sleeps with him anytime he's over.
When they get into bed on their by-now-established sides, Steve can't help but say, "I think this is the best birthday I've had in a long time." He sighs and reaches out to grab Eddie's hand laying between them. "Maybe next year I'll tell everyone."
"Or we can make up a fake birthday for you that happens to fall sometime next week, and next year we'll pretend that everyone remembered the wrong date."
Steve laughs and squeezes Eddie's hand. "Or next week, I can take you on a date."
"Shh," Eddie quickly shushes him, "This definitely means it's time for you to go to bed."
"I can't wait for you to blow my mind in the morning," Steve says instead of trying and failing to fight Eddie on the fact that he's more coherent than he thinks he is. Besides, the faster he falls asleep, the sooner tomorrow will come.
"Goodnight, Steve," Eddie says, slightly amused.
"Goodnight, Eds."
Much to Eddie's surprise, he wakes up to Steve asking for a kiss. And he very much blows his mind.
#the steddie bug is back and it bit me hard#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#steddie ficlet
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is it new years yet? â nanami kento.
"Apparently, we're #RelationshipGoals now." "Some of them really think I write poetry about you during my lunch breaks, too. Not inaccurate, of course. But the thoughts I have of you are different." âMy darling, behave.â âNo <3â ".......In any case, my darlingâŠ..this one says Iâm lucky to have you. Canât argue with that."
GENRE: alternate universe - no curses au!;
WARNING/S: afab! reader, secret coworker romance, co-workers to lovers, romance, fluff, nsfw, rated 18 and above, explicit content, kissing, making out, rough sex, fingering, creampie, p to v sex, stairwell sex, orgasm, humor, profanity, pet names (my darling, babe, etc), possessiveness, jealousy, characters speaking in sexual innuendo, mention of sexual euphemisms, depiction of explicit sexual content, actor! nanami kento, actor! reader;
WORD COUNT: 6k words.
NOTE: hello everyone, this is the first fic of 2025!!! this was specifically written because of a conversation between me and @midnight-138 on the afternoon of december 31st 2024. i started progress while on a bus on the way to my grandma's house and for a bit on the 1st. i still wanted to write more for it, but i had to stop because i caught a cold. i still have a cold. and i need a massage cause i feel my body hurt real bad, cause its working hard to save my life from this cold TT TT
but that being said, i shouldn't complain too much. good things have been happening to me despite my problems. i hope that good things continue to come!!! anyway, enough yapping, i hope you enjoy this little fic. happy 2025!!! may good things, good health and happiness come your way always this year!!!
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IT WAS ALWAYS LIKE THIS WHEN YOU AND KENTO GET TOGETHER. But it was to be expected, since you graced the screens since you were a child. Nanami Kento was like that too. Of course, it wasnât something of a brag at all. It was just your normal.
You were lucky, you were favored like that. Kento was favored just like that. Both of you were so beloved. And especially so, in a way that they end up hoping that you both were together.Â
Ever since you worked with him on Jujutsu Kaisen all those years ago, it was just too strong â the chemistry between the two of you. It pulls people in for more. They wanted a story, they wanted something that could ease their days from the mundane boredom that it was to the fun, exhilarating excitement that comes with the tea in both of your private lives.
You didnât mind, your company didnât mind either. Neither did Kento or his side of the aisle. It helped that you were both good friends. You had met even before landing your roles on Jujutsu Kaisen, after all. So, the âwill they, wonât theyâ between the two of you really did help your careers.
But of course, just like in Gegeâsenseiâs scripts, some parts are sentences with too many blank pages. And the wholeness of your relationship with Nanami Kento truly only belonged to you and him. And you were not willing to expose it to the world. Not just yet.
Yet â this does not stop them from trying to do something about that.
The studio buzzed with activity as you adjusted the earpiece in your ear, stealing a quick glance at the veteran actor, singer, producer, writer and entertainment personality that is Nanami Kento.
He stood near the stage, his posture relaxed yet impossibly refined. Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, his tie a subtle but elegant shade of deep blue,everything about him just exuded a quiet confidence that made it hard for anyone to look away.Â
You, however, knew better than to let your gaze linger too long. You knew too well that those are reserved for just him and you to interpret and to see. No one else should. You were as possessive about your private moments as he was. But you would never say that outloud and neither will he.
âCan you believe these two again?â a stagehand whispered slowly, behind you. It was still, of course, loud enough for you to hear. âItâs like they were made for this. If they donât end up together after tonight, Iâll lose faith in love. Really!â
You bit back a laugh, focusing on your notes. No one knew the truth, after all. That you and Kento were already together had been for a while now. Not even your publicists or managers â hell, not even your entertainment companies, knew that this was for genuine actuality, a real thing now. But you and him liked it that way.
You had let your fans go wild with their theories over the years of course. Every post, every comment, every little interaction, every collaboration, every press tour â almost everything seemed to spark a new wave of speculation and fan shipping.Â
For years now, the internet was rife with hashtags like #OurSecretLovers and #MrAndMrsNanami with fans pouring over every detail like it's an investigatory report they were doing, a documentary study. You had to admit, it was amusing at times, watching people try to connect dots they couldnât see.Â
Nanami Kento had a reputation for being rather serious, because he gets roles in that league often. But he was a silly little man, well your silly little man. And he often had the knack for finding the most random, yet oddly endearing, posts about the two of you on Twitter. During your five-minute breaks between shoots, when you were in separate rooms or on different sets, his messages would pop up on your phone, accompanied by a link and a deadpan caption.
"Apparently, we're #RelationshipGoals now."
"Some of them really think I write poetry about you during my lunch breaks, too. Not inaccurate, of course. But the thoughts I have of you are different."
âMy darling, behave.â
âNo <3â
".......In any case, my darlingâŠ..this one says Iâm lucky to have you. Canât argue with that."
Youâd giggle to yourself, your shoulders shaking as you tried not to draw attention. It didnât matter how serious the production you were working on either. He had a way of making you laugh even from miles away. And that relaxes you a lot.
When it was your turn, youâd send him TikToks. Fancam edits of the two of you together had exploded in popularity as of late, especially since you both played a married couple who were spies deceiving each other recently. People thought he looked so good, especially when he had his shirt off. You loved teasing him about it. After all, he was really pretty hot in those scenes. And if you were being honest, they did in fact rile you up.
"Look at us, babe." you texted once, attaching a video with dramatic lighting, a love song playing over clips of you two stolen from interviews and behind-the-scenes footage. "Weâre icons."
His reply came almost immediately: "Icons, sure. But Iâm just a guy who got lucky enough to be yours, you know?"
Those words made your heart swell every time. Heâd always been effortlessly humble, never letting fame or admiration inflate his ego, even as his star rose. After all, you were the senpai hereâthe darling of the Japanese screen since childhood.Â
Youâd grown up in the industry, your name synonymous with household stardom. He, on the other hand, had been a late bloomer, starting as a teenager and building his career with quiet determination.
He never let the difference in your status get in the way, though. If anything, it only made him more in awe of you. Heâd often remind you how much he admired your grace, how youâd navigated the pressures of fame with a poise that still left him speechless.
âYouâve been dazzling audiences since you were a kid.â heâd say, his voice warm with pride. âIâm just lucky to share the screen with you now and your life.â
And youâd roll your eyes playfully, nudging him with a smile. âDonât sell yourself short, Kento. Youâre a fan favorite for a reason.â
âMaybe.â he replied with a soft smirk. âBut youâre my favorite. And thatâs what matters.â
No matter how busy your schedules got, those small exchanges, be it a funny link or a sentimental text, every bit of this kept you connected. It reminded you both that beneath the glitz and glamour, what truly mattered was the quiet, enduring love you shared.
You were out of your bubble soon enough when Kento suddenly caught your eye from across the room, offering a small, reassuring smile and then a small gentle nod. You felt your cheeks turn red but lowered your head immediately before anyone was to notice. He was too good at making you feel like this. And certainly so, he was hiding his smirk under his cue cards.
âAlright, places, everyone!â the director called.
You finally stood up from your chair, taking a deep breath and calmed down. You gave yourself one more look in the mirror, trying to make sure that your cheeks were natural now. When you felt like it was, you smiled at your manager who handed you the mic and swiftly thanked them. You went to your position. Kento soon approached, his footsteps purposeful but unhurried.Â
âReady?â he asked, his voice low and calm.
âReady as Iâll ever be, I suppose.â you replied, flashing him a smile.
You were grateful for the reassurance. Even if you were already such a big name, you still did get nervous. And even more so, with such a big show like this â the New Year Countdown, of course you could feel yourself slipping.
The two of you took your positions on stage as the lights dimmed and the opening music swelled. His fingers brushed against yours briefly as he fixed himself up, your pinkies touching. Even briefly, you could feel the warmth. He did that on purpose. You could see it in his caramel eyes.Â
You let a brief smile echo on your lips. You gathered yourself as the lift came up slowly. When you both were in the sight of the gathered audiences and the cameras started to broadcast it all live, you both slipped effortlessly into your roles. After all, you both were professionals.
âGood evening, everyone, and welcome to this yearâs New Yearâs Eve Countdown!â you began, your voice bright and enthusiastic.
âThank you for joining us as we bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new.â Kento added, his tone smooth and polished.
Your banter flowed naturally, as always. That well beloved chemistry between you is still ever so undeniable. It was easy to fall into a rhythm with him; he was your partner in every sense of the word. And that made your job tonight a little bit easier.
But of course, the real challenge was hiding the little moments that threatened to give you away that bit you kept so dear to you. You just can't help it when it comes to him. He has such a powerful pull on you and he knows it.
There were those little lingering glances, watching and feeling the way his fingers brushed yours when you handed him a card, the subtle softness in his smile when he looked at you. After all, this is the longest you could be together in your very busy schedules this year.
Still, you kept yourself in that cage. And so did he, despite his lack of patience when it comes to you and everything about you. As the night progressed, the energy in the studio grew electric.
Various music performances lit up the stage, and interviews with special guests kept the crowd engaged. Throughout it all, you and Kento remained the perfect duoâprofessional, poised, and completely in sync.
After nearly a few hours of composure, it came almost all too suddenly. In just a few moments, the final countdown approached, and the excitement was palpable. The two of you stood at the center of the stage, along with the other participants for this yearâs event. In front of you, the crowd behind you cheering wildly, waiting excitedly for the new year.
âHere we go!â you said, your voice barely audible over the noise.
Kento leaned in slightly, his voice low enough for only you to hear. âYouâre doing great, darling..â
Your heart fluttered, but you kept your composure. âThanks. Youâre not so bad yourself, babe.â
The countdown soon began.
You took a breath, looking at the screen.
You held your cue cards tightly to you.
âTen! Nine! Eight!â
The lights soon dimmed, and the giant screen behind you displayed the numbers as they ticked down. The crowdâs voices grew louder with each second. The emotions coming through you were indescribable. Another year had gone by. But he was still by your side, like this. And all you could pray for as the time passed into a new age â that you would always be together.
âThree! Two! One! Happy New Year!â
Confetti soon rained down, and the studio erupted in cheers. You turned toward Kento, and for a fleeting moment, the world around you disappeared. The look in his caramel eyes was unmistakableâwarm, tender, and filled with a quiet pride that made your chest tighten.
But just as quickly, the moment passed, and you both turned back to the crowd, waving and smiling as the cameras captured every angle. People of course started to pay less attention to you both and the stage and more onto the fireworks now blurring the sky with its bright hues. You and Kento made a steady exit off the stage.Â
âAnother successful project, isnât it?â you said, breaking the silence as you leaned against the wall.
Kento smirked faintly, unbuttoning the top of his shirt to loosen his tie. âTheyâll be talking about this for weeks, you know?â
âAnd shipping us even harder, hm.â you added with a laugh.
âTheyâll never know, though.â he said, his voice soft but steady.
You stepped closer, your hand finding his. His fingers intertwined with yours, the simple gesture grounding you in a way nothing else could. âThey donât need to, babe.â you whispered, meeting his gaze. âThis is ours.â
Kentoâs lips curved into the faintest smile as he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. âHappy New Year, my darling.â
âHappy New Year.â you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
You had thought it would end there, sweet and innocent. You had thought you both were safe for one more year. But when you two are together after a long timeâŠ..it was a whole new animal. And nothing can stop such a wave in high tide from occupying something whole.Â
The next tithing you know is that the internet exploded the moment the photos dropped. Headlines blared across every platform, hashtags like #FINALLYOMG and #NewYearNewScandal trending within minutes after they were taken.
The pictures were pretty damning. They were blurry but unmistakably you, disheveled and wrapped in Nanamiâs coat, your hair a mess. And him? A rare sight indeed.
It was none other than Nanami Kento, usually the epitome of composure, looking uncharacteristically undone. His tie was loose, his shirt wrinkled, and the telltale bruises blooming on his neck left little to the imagination.
You groaned, tossing your phone onto the coffee table as you buried your face in your hands. Beside you, Kento sat unbothered, calmly sipping his tea like the world wasnât on fireâor at least your careerâs PR team.
âI told you we shouldâve been more careful, babe.â you muttered, your voice muffled by your palms.
He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips quivering into a teasing smile. âYou were the one who couldnât wait with it, y'know?â he replied smoothly, setting his cup down with an elegant clink.
His tone was infuriatingly calm, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement. âWho was it again, begging me to fill you up? By round two, you were goingââKento, I need you. Right here. Right now.â and I was happy to heed the request like always.â
Your scarlet blush was immediate, your head snapping up to glare at him. âKento!â you hissed, glancing around the living room as if someone could overhear, even though it was just the two of you. âNot helping!â
He leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs with the air of a man thoroughly enjoying himself. âIâm just stating the facts about, I'm the same.â he said with a shrug, his smirk widening as you shot him another flustered look. "That's not a bad thing."
Your phone buzzed again on the table, your managerâs name flashing on the screen. You sighed, picking it up only to immediately huff and toss it back down. âThis is reallyâŠâ you trailed off, searching for the right word but settling on a frustrated groan instead.
âChaotic? Consequential? Hilarious?â Kento offered, his voice laced with mock innocence.
You shot him a glare that was far more affectionate than threatening. âHorrible. Thatâs the word. This is horrible.â
He chuckled, reaching over to rest a comforting hand on your knee. âDarling, itâs not the end of the world. Scandal or not, weâll deal with it.â
âEasy for you to say.â you grumbled, crossing your arms. âYour team probably thinks this is great publicity for your brooding, mysterious heartthrob image. Meanwhile, Iâm the one getting texts about how unprofessional it looks for âJapanâs sweetheartâ to be caught sneaking around with hickeys and wearing her boyfriendâs coat.â
âUnprofessional?â he repeated, his tone incredulous. âItâs not like we committed a crime. Weâre adults in a committed relationship. And in any case my darling....âŠ.â he added, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. âYou look adorable in my coat.â
Despite yourself, you couldnât help but crack a small smile. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd yet, you love me. Very much." he quipped, leaning over to steal a quick kiss from your lips.
You rolled your eyes but didnât protest, instead letting your head fall onto his shoulder with a sigh. âNext time, thoughâŠ.really.....â you muttered. âWeâre finding a stairwell without photographer cameras.â
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. âNoted.â
As you leaned against your lover, the memory hit you both like a freight train, vivid and unrelenting. It had started innocently enoughâor as innocently as it could between the two of you. The countdown show had gone off without a hitch, and the studio was still buzzing with post-show chaos.Â
You both talked for a bit, had a cute moment and then went back to your professional mode when everyone started to surround you both again. It was like a switch, and it was easy. No one suspected a thing.
You went ahead into the dressing room, you talked with everyone. Youâd been polite and professional, thanking the crew and chatting with some of the guests. But the moment Nanami Kento had caught your eye as you left the green room, something in his caramel gaze had made your pulse quicken.
You hadnât seen him in weeks. Between his packed schedule and yours, the countdown project had been the only excuse to be in the same room together. The public facade you maintained only added to the frustration. Every fleeting touch, every shared lookâit all built up, an unbearable tension neither of you could ignore.
So, when heâd quietly grabbed your hand and guided you down a quiet, rarely-used stairwell in the building when no one was looking, you hadnât protested. You were excited, happy even. This was the chance to feel him again this close to you.Â
And you were glad for that opportunity. You could feel his touch be so genuine and warm despite the heavy chill in the air, and the firm grip of his fingers around yours sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.
âDarling, I missed you, really.â he murmured as soon as you were alone.
His voice low and rough, filled with a longing that made your knees weak. His hands cupped your face with a reverence that always left you breathless, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek as he leaned in. The kiss was searing, his lips melding with yours as though it had been an eternity since your last stolen moment together.
The cold winter air bit at your exposed skin, but his touch set you alight. His coat had slipped from his shoulders in a quiet, unspoken gesture, draped over yours as his lips moved to your neck. The kisses were hot, open-mouthed, and deliberate, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin before his teeth grazed your pulse.
âKento, babeâŠ.â you gasped, your voice trembling from a mix of the frigid air and the heat of his attention. Your fingers clutched the lapels of his suit, trying to ground yourself against the onslaught of sensations.
âShh, just enjoy it......â he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.Â
His hands slid down your sides, firm but gentle as they gripped your thighs. Without hesitation, he lifted you effortlessly, pressing your back against the wall. The rough texture scraped against your coat, but you barely noticed, too focused on the way his body pressed into yours.
His strength always caught you off guard, even after all this time together. Your eager legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open as he stepped between them, his body fitting against yours like a missing piece.
âBabe!â you breathed again, the sound barely audible over the pounding of your heart.
He kissed you like a man starved, his lips leaving your neck to reclaim your mouth. The intensity of it stole the air from your lungs, leaving you dizzy and clinging to him. He was hungry, perhaps even more than you were. But you had expected that. He has a habit of yearning to touch you a lot.
âI hate not being able to touch you, with all the schedules we fucking had.â he muttered against your skin, the words tinged with frustration and longing. âHated every fucking minute of itâŠâŠâ
You tangled your fingers in his hair, the silky strands slipping through your fingers as you tugged him closer. âThen donât stop, babe.â you whispered, the plea soft but desperate. âCauseâŠ.I need you badly too. I need you so bad in meââ
He growled softly, the sound rumbling against your throat as his touch shifted. One hand remained steady on your thigh, holding you firmly in place, while the other slid beneath the hem of your dress. His fingers were deliberate, pushing aside the delicate lace of your panties with practiced ease.
When his fingers slipped through your slick folds, a gasp escaped your lips, your head falling back against the wall. He groaned softly, the sound low and satisfied as he gathered your arousal, his touch teasing and unhurried.
âYouâre already so ready for me, arenât you, my darling?â he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his fingers moved with precision, finding the spot that made you arch into him.
The cold air around you was a stark contrast to the heat building between you, the quiet of the stairwell broken only by your uneven breaths and his whispered praises. It was reckless, indulgent, and utterly intoxicatingâjust like him.
âKento, babeâŠ.oh!â you whimpered, your voice trembling as his fingers continued their unrelenting rhythm. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as waves of pleasure began to build within you.
âShh, darling.â he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear before trailing back to your neck. His voice was low and soothing, laced with a quiet intensity that only made your pulse race faster. âYouâll have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that?â
You nodded frantically, biting your lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape as he added a second finger. The stretch was delicious, his movements slow and deliberate, coaxing you higher with every stroke. His thumb brushed over your sensitive bud, and your thighs instinctively clenched around his waist.
He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin. âThatâs my good little lover, hm? My only beloved darling.â he murmured, his praise sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through you. âSo perfect for me.â
Your fingers slid up into his messy blond hair, tugging gently as your body arched against him. The rough texture of the wall behind you was a sharp contrast to the soft warmth of his touch, grounding you as he pushed you closer to the edge.
âKento, please, bâbabeâŠ.oh!â you breathed, the words barely audible as your head tilted back, exposing more of your neck to his eager lips. âMâmoreâŠ..more!â
He hummed in response, the sound vibrating against your skin. âSo impatient, arenât you? Greedy too.â he teased, though his fingers quickened their pace, curling just right to hit the spot that made your breath hitch. âI missed seeing you like this, so needy for me.â
The heat pooling in your core intensified, your body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. âIâmââ you began, but the words dissolved into a strangled gasp as he pressed his thumb harder against your sensitive nub.
âThatâs it, pretty for me, so fucking pretty." He says, coaxing you like a pied piper. His voice was low and intoxicating. Everything about it just burns you as much as his touch did. "Iâve got you. Always.â
With one final stroke, the beautiful echo, that blossoming coil inside you just snapped, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your body tensed, your thighs tightening around his waist as you buried your face in his shoulder to muffle the cry that escaped your lips.
He held you through it, his fingers slowing their movements as your body shook with aftershocks. His other hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, his lips pressing soothing kisses against your temple.
When you finally relaxed, your breaths coming in shallow gasps, he pulled back just enough to look at you. His eyes were soft, his gaze filled with a mixture of adoration and satisfaction that made your chest tighten.
âBetter?â he asked, his tone light but tinged with affection.
You nodded, still too dazed to form words. He chuckled, adjusting his hold on you as he gently set you back on your feet. Your legs wobbled like jello against him, and he immediately steadied you, his hands firm but gentle on your waist.
âCareful, darling.â he murmured, his brow furrowing in concern. âAre you alright?â
âIâm fine, babe.â you managed, your voice breathless but steady. âMore than fine.â
His lips quivered into a soft smile, and he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. âGood.â
As the reality of your surroundings sank back in, you couldnât help but glance around, the abandoned stairwell suddenly feeling far less private. âWe should⊠probably get back, babe.â you said, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. âItâs getting pretty late.â
He followed your gaze, his expression calm and unbothered. âLet them wonder where we went.â he said simply, shrugging off the concern as he adjusted his coat around your shoulders. "It's none of their business."
You opened your mouth to protest, but the mischievous glint in his eyes stopped you cold. He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, âAfter all⊠Iâm not done with you yet.â
Your breath hitched, and before you could respond, he was guiding you gently back against the wall. His lips found yours again, this time slower, deeper, igniting the fire heâd only begun to stoke. His hands trailed down your sides, their warmth chasing away the chill of the stairwell as he pressed his body firmly against yours.
âKento, babe.â you murmured, a weak attempt to regain your composure, but he silenced you with a kiss that left no room for argument.Â
âI missed you, a damn whole lot.â he said, his voice low and filled with longing as his hands slid to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly once more. "Like I always do."
Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, your heart pounding as the desire youâd both tried to suppress flared back to life. He pressed against you, the hardness of his arousal undeniable even through the fabric of his pants. The teasing grind of his hips against yours drew a gasp from your lips, and he smirked, his composure slipping just enough to show his need.
"Really....." Kento effortlessly whispered to you, his voice vibrating onto you like a wave crashing onto you at sea. "We shouldn't schedule much this New Year, hm? So we can be together."
"Hm.....Kento." You echo back to him, intoxicated by his touch. "'ake time....for me, okay? I'll.....I'll do the same."
âThat's the plan already, you know?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he shifted, his hands tugging at the barriers between you. âLet me take care of you, like I always do.â
Soon after that, you could feel the wet, thick head of his member pressed against your entrance, the heat and pressure stealing the breath from your lungs. You gasped as he began to push in slowly, his movements deliberate, almost reverent.
It was too good, too damn easy to fall into a high to. You could feel the stretch inside of you, it made you so full. Everything about it was intoxicating, your body yielding to him as he filled you inch by inch, your walls clinging to every part of him like he was made to fit.Â
It was like he was trying to make a home inside of it. Inside of you. And it just made you feel so good. A deep, guttural groan rumbled in his chest, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as he buried himself deeper.
âDarling.â he muttered, his voice strained and low. âYou feel so perfect.â
You whimpered, your hands clutching at his shoulders for support as your body adjusted to the delicious fullness. The sensation was overwhelming, the slight ache quickly giving way to a heat that spread through your entire body.
âKento.â you breathed, the sound a mix of plea and surrender.
His large hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he pulled back slightly before thrusting forward again, the motion slow but unyielding. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, and the friction only made you crave more.
âGod, this is soâŠ..you feel so good.â he groaned, his voice rough and filled with need. âYouâre so tight. I donât know how Iâm supposed to go slow like this with you.â
âDonât, babe.â you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders. âDonât hold back.â
His carmel eyes darkened almost instantly at your words, a flicker of something primal overtaking his usual control. With a growl, he began to move in earnest, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. The sound of your bodies meeting echoed in the stairwell, a symphony of shared desire that neither of you could hold back.
The rough texture of the wall behind you only heightened the sensation, grounding you as he took you apart piece by piece. You could feel your back burn against the concrete wall as you throw your head back against it. His lips found yours in a searing kiss, his tongue claiming your mouth as thoroughly as his body claimed yours.
âDarling, my pretty baby darling.â he murmured against your lips, his voice ragged and desperate. âYouâre mine. Always mine.â
âYes, babe. YoursâŠ.OâohâŠonly! Only yours!â you managed to gasp, your head tilting back as he kissed along your throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.Â
The coil in your core once more tightens with every spark you feel as he pushes deeper over and over in a fast pace. Everything about the pleasure you feel keeps building to an almost unbearable peak. It just felt too good. He felt too good.
His pace quickened, his breaths coming in harsh pants as his control began to slip. One hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your sensitive nub and rubbing it in quick, precise circles.
You cried out, your body arching into him as the tension finally snapped. Pleasure crashed over you in waves, your walls clenching tightly around him as your release tore through you.
âFuck, fuck. Iâm close!â he groaned, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With one final, deep thrust, he shuddered against you, his body going taut as he spilled himself inside you.
For a moment, the only sound was your shared, labored breathing, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you like a cocoon. His forehead rested against yours, his hands gentle as they smoothed over your thighs and waist, grounding you both.
âAre you okay?â he asked softly, his voice filled with concern despite the lingering haze of pleasure in his eyes.
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. âMore than okay.â
He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before gently setting you back on your feet. His hands remained steady on your waist, holding you as your legs wobbled beneath you. You leaned into him, your breath uneven, your body still humming from the intensity of what had just transpired.
But that wasnât the end of it, of course.Â
The hunger in his eyes hadnât faded, and neither had yours. The raw desire that simmered between you was far from sated, and you both knew it. Kentoâs hands lingered, his thumbs brushing soft, teasing circles against your hips as he studied your flushed face.Â
âI just think that IâŠ..â he murmured, his voice a low rumble. âI still want more.â
You barely had time to process his words before your loverâs lips were on yours again, roughly consuming you in a kiss that was as demanding as it was all encompassing. Your hands quickly found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. Your body instinctively responds to the magnetic pull of his, over and over.
âWe shouldnâtâŠâ you whispered between kisses, though your voice lacked conviction. âItâs going to make people suspicious.â
âProbably not.â he agreed, his smirk returning as his hands slipped under the hem of your dress, trailing up your thighs. âBut repercussions are damned when weâre hungry. I canât stop. I know you wonât too..â
The wall pressed against your back once more as he claimed you all over again, the cool stairwell air doing nothing to cool the fire that raged between you. It was reckless, but neither of you cared. Not here, not now. Hunger demanded to be fed, and with Nanami Kento, you were always insatiable.
After a while, you were both removed from the plane of normalcy and you were both panting with joyous weariness. He presses a kiss against your jaw as you keep a steady bite on his neck. He grumbles against you as he gathers himself from seeing stars. You follow him soon after. You released his neck and started kissing his lips once more.Â
When you both found yourself satisfied, you both started to make yourselves as presentable as possible. Well, at least what remains presentable and salvageable for both of you. Kento ripped too much of your outfit as much as you did. Still, you both did not care.Â
âWe should get you cleaned up.â he murmured, his tone tender as he placed his coat on your shoulders and adjusted it tenderly on you, to keep you warm. âIâll call my car and then weâll just hop in there. Weâll go to my hotel, okay?â
You nodded again, your cheeks flushing as the reality of your surroundings began to sink in. But as he laced his fingers with yours and led you back toward the main building, you couldnât help but feel a warm glow of contentment.
Of course, things too did not go the way you both wanted once again. You didnât know that there were many SNS photographers and gossip journalists waiting to catch some other celebrity in that area where Kentoâs car was going to be. And thatâs just how you were caught, not thinking about the logistics of it all.Â
But how could you? It was New Years.Â
You just got mindlessly blown with really, really, really good sex.
And you were together once again with your lover.
How could you think about anything else after all that?Â
Now, back in the present, the two of you sat in the quiet of your shared apartment. Nanami Kentoâs calm demeanor was a stark contrast to your frazzled nerves. You sighed, looking up to your lover who presses a kiss on your forehead.
âYou know this is going to be everywhere, babe.â you said, gesturing toward your phone.
He set his tea down and leaned back, regarding you with a look of quiet amusement. âLet them talk, darling. It was bound to happen eventually.â
You groaned. âEventually I didn't need to include hickeys and a ruined coat. And oh godâŠ.. was I leaking your cum?âÂ
You took your phone once again to inspect, but your lover took your phone with his free hand and put it away. You looked at him, almost sulky as one would look as a child. He laughs. He presses another kiss on your hair. Kento couldnât help but smirk. Both acts had made your heart skip a beat.Â
âYou look good in my coat though. I could hardly care if my cum was dripping out, darling.â he said simply. âIâm pretty sure I look just as ridiculous. You mauled my neck so happily after that first round.â
âYou do look like youâve been ravaged.â you shot back, though your cheeks burned at the memory. âI mean, it made sense at the timeâŠ.I was hungry.â
âHm, I donât blame you.â
You sighed. âWeâll contact our PR and everyone later, okay?â
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. âHm.â he said softly, his voice filled with the steady reassurance youâd always loved about him. âWeâll be fine, okay? I donât care as long as I am with you.â
You sighed, leaning into his warm touch. âI guess the secretâs out, huh?â
He nodded, his gaze warm. âI donât mind. As long as we're happy together, I say let them say whatever they want.â
You blinked at him. âYou think so?â
âHm.â He smiles at you. âBecause no one will truly know who you are to me. Thatâs only mine. Theyâll have a headline, but Iâll have the whole spreadsheet.â
You feel like your heart is melting with his tenderness. âI love you. So so much.â
âI love you too.â He kisses your lips, smiling wider at you.
And just like that, the storm outside felt a little less overwhelming.
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Hyun-Ju/player 120 x Trans! Reader
A/N: can be read both as Transfem/woman reader or Transmasc/man reader. The reader is implied to have a physical appearance that points out they're not cis (e.g facial structures, hair, voice, etc but not specified!)
This is also very self indulgence because.....I'm a trans guy who really likes her so....T4T duo fr fr
Also the fact that there's barely any GIFs of her is crazy, I took this gif from an edit of her by @/slutcountry on TikTok LOL
You were here for a similar reason as she was. Whether it's to begin/continue HRT or start physically transitioning with surgery or even simply just needing the money to move to someplace more accepting
The first time you saw her was during the face scan at the very beginning of round 1. You just couldn't help but notice player 120 amongst the other players.
Your eyes widened as you realized that she could've been trans. Maybe it was a wild assumption at the moment but if you were right....then there was another player in the game who was just like you.
The first time you properly talked was during round 2 of the games.
With the other players reacting to you negatively for simply being or looking trans. You had no choice but to muster up the courage to approach the girl that you had been shyly keeping an eye on.
"hey..." You trailed off, voice quiet as you gently- yet slightly awkwardly- rest a hand on her arm. You glanced at the people around you before taking a breath, finally speaking up "can i...is it...okay if I joined you...?".
When she first turned to look at you, you almost stumbled a bit in surprise.
Unlike some other players, there didn't seem to be any fear or judgement in her eyes....she simply smiled and nodded, her voice deep and soothing "of course. We needed one more in our group either way". You gave back a small smile, nodding in acknowledgement to the other 3 players you were teamed up with.
You end up deciding to play the 4th game, the one with the spinning top. You of course stayed quiet when the others needed focus while also calming and cheering the others on if they end up panicking.
When it was your turn, there was still quite some time left. Though as you failed the first time, panic slowly started to creep in.
That is, until you feel a warm hand resting on your shoulder. Looking to the right, you listened intently as player 120 calmed you down. Taking a deep breath like she told you to do, you managed to get it to spin the next try.
The smile on your face was bright as everyone cheered in excitement but the only thing you could focus on was how proud she seemed to look as you succeed.
By the end of the game, you went back to the bed quarters. All 5 of you buzzing with gratefulness that you survived another round.
You sat next to player 120, too shy to sit too close yet still wanting to be close to her presence.
It was the old woman who spoke up first, curious about the both of you considering you both were...a bit obvious you weren't cis.
It was her who spoke up first, talking about her experience and how she wanted the money to move away. You sat there silently as you listened, almost every part of the things she said...you could unfortunately relate to. The need to go somewhere more... accepting.
"...I know how you feel" you suddenly spoke up, all four of them seemed to turn to you. Your confidence faltering a bit at the attention yet you kept going, your gaze flickering to player 120's face.
"The...desperation. The need to go somewhere that might be more accepting to people like me...to people like us." You sighed, idly playing with the hem of the jacket's sleeves "I'm in the same boat. I'm not exactly...." You trailed off, waving your hand up and down your body, hoping they'd take the hint.
Her gaze softened at your words, a small smile on her lips at the confession. The others didn't seem to mind either. You knew it was probably a...bad idea getting attached yet you can't help but care deeply for the other four already.
âąIt was player 007 who spoke up after a few seconds of silence. Deciding to introduce himself and his mom. That's when you learned each other's names. And that's when you learned her name.
"Cho Hyun-ju...you uh- you have a nice name" you muttered, loud enough for her to hear. The compliment seemed to surprise her a bit, clear in her face that she wasn't expecting it. You expected her not to say anything back yet when she did, your heart was practically buzzing in happiness
"...you have a nice name too." She paused, giving you a small smile "it's nice to meet you".
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Hi ! Could we have a childhood friends to lovers ViktorxReader please ? đ„° I am CRAVING for new works
Yess!! I love this trope it's sooo cute!!
2k words, so I hope you enjoy, Anon!
(fluff, gn!reader, reader is a professor, making out, getting caught, Viktors a bit of a tease (when is he never though), I think this is it!)
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When your family left the under-city, you knew everything would change. You were glad that it happened, it opened a whole bunch of doors for what you could become when you grew into an adult. But it also meant leaving your old life behind, one of the things you still think about to this day. Your heart aches when you think about the people you knew, you just hope that they ended up in a good place. When the shimmer trade spiked, you thought you'd never see any of the people you knew ever again, most of them probably either succumbed to the drug, or was killed during the many times the enforcers went down. You didn't like to think about it, but it's the harsh reality of Piltover.
Now you're walking the halls of one of the most esteemed universities inside of piltover, not as a student, but as a professor. You climbed your way to the top, and you know that your family is proud of you. They're the only reason this became possible, so when you got offered, you jumped at the chance. You're not complaining either, it's a well paying job with good benefits.
The day seemed to be going by incredibly slow, each hour felt like a year. You had a pile of tests on your desk that you had to mark, you've gotten through about half of them. But there's only so much marking someone can take before you feel like ripping your hair out.
So, instead of ripping your hair out, you decide to go on a coffee run and get some fresh air. You've been inside your office for so long, you're surprised you're still standing. One of the downsides to being a professor.
The walk to the Cafe down the road from the university isn't a long one. It's about three minutes, so long enough that you can get some well needed fresh air, but not long enough that you're regretting your decision.
When you reach the university, hit coffee in hand, you run into one of your former students, Jayce Talis. He gives you a friendly wave and comes up to you, âhey, professor. How's your day been?â He asks, awkwardly trying to make small talk and you have to cover your smile by pretending to clear your throat. âIt's been well, thank you for asking. How's yours been?â You smile at him, not wanting to seem impolite by just ending the conversation there. He shrugs and sighs, you get the feeling.
Just when you're about to ask a question someone calls Jayce over, and when you both look over you're met with the sight of someone who you thought died long ago, but there he is, standing right in front of you, his cane in hand. You've heard of hextech, you're not in your office that much, and you've heard that Jayce didn't do it alone, but you never knew who his lab partner was. You also know that Heimerdinger has an assistant, but you were never able to catch said assistant's name. But you expected everything and anything, but him. You could have sworn he was dead.
âViktor,â you manage to get out, although it's been years since you've last seen him, the memories you two made together as children stay fresh in your mind. Plus, he's incredibly attractive, everything from his overgrown hair to the way he leans on his cane, still managing to be taller than you, though not by much. It all had your mind swarming. His eyes rake over you before he looks back to your eyes, âMilĂœ,â he breathes, a faint smile on his face as he continues, âyouâre.. ehh.. hi.â He chuckles, standing a bit straighter on his cane. Before either of you can say anything else, Jayce buts in, âI hate to ruin a good moment, but the council wants to see us, Viktor.â Viktor nods and gives you one last nod before limping after Jayce.
Seeing someone who you hadn't seen in a good decade or so was not on your bucket list. You sit down in the chair behind your desk and lean back, letting your head just barely dangle off the back of the chair. You bring your hands up and rub your face, taking a deep breath and groaning. The sound is muffled by your hands. You sit back up again and sigh, you shouldn't feel this way. But you can't deny the way that you felt your heart race when you saw him again, he has such a boyish charm that just pulls you in, the same as is it did when you two were kids. You just chalk it up to a shock factor, you haven't seen him in years. You're just shocked, that's what you tell yourself.
The whole day all you can think about is him, you almost feel giddy, almost like a schoolgirl again. You take a breather, you've made a good amount of progress on the tests so you can afford a quick walk. Plus you have a class soon, and your classroom is on the other half of the university, and you've still got to set up your notes, you internally groan at the thought of giving another lecture. This is your fourth today.
When you finally reach the classroom, the professor that was using the room before you is just finishing cleaning up. You opened the door, only to be met with Viktor and Jayce, and then Heimerdinger soon after. You give a polite nod to Heimerdinger, and smile at Jayce and Viktor. You take your bag off and grab your notes, placing them on the table in front of you, before speaking up, âI thought your lecture ended a while ago, what are you still doing here?â You try and make your tone seem polite enough to cover up the, almost, rude question.
It's Jayce that speaks up first, âHeimerdinger thought it would be a good idea for us to sit in for one of your lectures, since the subject your an expert in is arcane.â You nod and chew the inside of your cheek. You're an amazing talker, and can easily give an hour long lecture, but with Viktor there, you feel anxious at the thought. Although it makes sense, hextech deals with arcane and what better person to listen to than someone who's an expert in it. You try and finish setting up without letting your mind wander too much, but your eyes keep on drifting from the papers in front of you to Viktor. When you look over at him, you find him already staring and he quickly looks away from you.
Now it's just a matter of waiting, you have ten minutes until your class starts so why not help Jayce and Viktor with their problems. You let them, mainly Jayce oddly enough, to ask you any questions they may have and you answer them to the best of your ability. Soon enough your class starts and you have to push away the temptation of staring at Viktor the whole time. Though, a few times you caught him, out of the corner of your eye, looking at you, and you embarrassingly stumbled over your words those times. You swear you saw the ghost of a smirk on his face at your reactions. Everything about him is so damn enticing, it's infuriating. How can one man be so wonderfully perfect, it doesn't make sense to you.
After your lecture, you're leaning over your desk, your mind swarming with thoughts, some not as innocent as you'd like.
When you're met with a hand on your back that has you letting out an embarrassingly loud yelp. Lo and behold, Viktorâs standing right behind you, with a smirk on his lips. âYou seem awfully.. eh.. jumpy today, is everything alright?â He asks, moving his face closer to yours, and your heart is racing so fast you're convinced it'll jump out of your chest. His hand on your back moves lower until he rests it on the curve of your hip, gently squeezing it. âYeah, I'm fine. Just tired.â You sigh, doing your best to not stutter or hesitate on your words. Viktor chuckles, the sound is something you'd pay to hear again, and moves his face closer to yours again. âWell, we can't have one of the best professors sleeping on the job. Now can we?â If it weren't for the teasing lift to his words you'd think he was actually concerned, but you both know that you're he's not actually. He almost immediately caught onto your lie.
You have to crane your neck at an, almost, uncomfortable angle to be able to see his face. You have to loft your face up for your neck to not be strained too much and you unintentionally bring your faces closer together. In the moment everything feels heightened, you're more aware of him. The hand he has on your hip feels heavier, you can feel the heat coming from his body from the proximity of you two, and you can smell him, a wonderful scent mixed with oil from the lab, the salty smell of the bay, and the knee-weakening scent of his cologne. Right now, everything about him feels intoxicating.
His hand lifts from your hip and to your back, carefully nudging you to turn around so you two are fully facing each other. He then places his hand on your chin to lift your face up, once again. He lets go and grabs your hand, placing it on his chest before speaking, in such a quiet tone you almost didn't hear him, âdo you feel that?â Under your palm you can feel each beat of his heart, it's fast, probably just as fast as yours is. All you can muster is a nod. âThat's what you're doing to me.â He sighs and brings his face closer to yours, the sound of his words mixed with the tone of his accent is something you're slowly becoming addicted to.
You bring your free hand up to hold his face, your finger traces his cheekbone and then you rest your palm on his face. âGood.â You smirk and his eyes flick down to your lips, and you take the hint, closing the gap between you two. He presses you against the desk and reciprocates the kiss, just as eager and desperate as you are. Each second that passes by feels like an eternity, and you hope it never ends. You've wrapped your arms around his neck and his free hand is resting on your hip. You're the one to pull away first with a quick gasp for air. Viktors face has a red flush to it and you swear you fell deeper in love right then and there.
âI've waited so long to do that, when you left for the top-side the only thing I regretted was not telling you how I felt.â He chuckles, stroking your hip, and you smile and lean in to kiss him again, this time it's him who closes the gap. His lips against yours feels right, you've kissed other people, men and women, but none have felt as right or as good as this. It's a bit messy, and rushed, but it feels right. You slide your hand back down to his chest, feeling his heart race under your palm is something that has you feeling giddy. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you impossibly closer to him. The moment, unfortunately, had to come to an end, the sound of the door opening, not only were you two caught but it reminded you that you two were inside a classroom, thankfully it wasn't a student who caught you, just an incredibly shocked Jayce. You look at Jayce and then back at Viktor, who looks just as shocked as Jayce, and you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your giggles. âThis is a place of learning, you two!â Jayce scoffs and throws his hands up, and Viktor groans, taking a few steps back.
âGood thing we're learning then, or we were learning.â Viktor teases, giving you a quick wink before going over to Jayce who looks even more shocked than before, he looks at you and then back at Viktor before groaning in defeat and chasing after Viktor. You're not sure what's going to happen between you and Viktor next, but you're sure that, whatever it is, it will be amazing.
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I think one of Imperialism's most evil strategies is the national scale torture you'll see inflicted on countries that dare to dream of freedom. Like it's not just about overthrowing the anti-imperialist regime itself, but utterly breaking the very social, economic and in turn psychological foundations it's built upon. Prolonged periods of destruction that are as systematic as they are sadistic with the aim of making life unlivable until the government either collapses or gives in, accepting whatever concessions are forced upon them as the nation is remoulded into an dependent and obedient little neocolony.
Sometimes an imperialist power will act directly to achieve this (just take the gratuitous and deliberate destruction of civil infrastructure during the bombings of Yugoslavia and Iraq), but the preferred strategy is to employ local proxies. Groups like RENAMO in Mozambique or the Contras of Nicaragua. Bands of reactionaries, traitors and general desperadoes are gathered up, trained, armed and transported over the border at the expense of the Imperialists and their local collaborators. These armed groups have no interest in build mass support, of representing an alternative way of life. Their only purpose is destruction; killing, torturing, looting, burning whatever they can in order to bring their country to its knees. Frequently targeting important nodes in the networks that sustain the nation and the people's faith in it (bridges, rail depots, factories, hospitals and schools) but ultimately happy to attack whatever they can; every house burned or person tortured contributes to the climate of terror and corrosion of government credibility. Because when they kill these groups don't like to do it cleanly; their attacks generate countless reports immolation, disembowelment, victims hacked to pieces and left to bleed. But when possible they prefer to leave their victims alive and capable of further spreading their terror, inflicting the most vicious sorts of rape and mutilation on a mass scale
It's not just just evil for the sake of evil mind you. The cruelty has a point; human destruction to accompany the physical. Every person killed is someone who can no longer contribute to the development of the nation, while even living yet physically and psychologically broken victim places further strain on their country's increasingly fragile support systems. Meanwhile the terror of these actions spreads the impact beyond their immediate victims. The murder and torture of peasants makes the survivors too scared to go back into their fields, slowly starving the nation as the rural economy grind to a halt. The gruesome deaths of traders and travelers leaves the survivors too terrified to continue their business, shutting down the distributive networks that make national development and often life itself possible. The terror unleashed on foreign professionals can prompt the survivors to flee and discourage newcomers from arriving, depriving the underdeveloped economic and education systems of the skilled workers they need to improve or even function. And every broken body, ever broken mind, is proof of the government's weakness and ineptitude; a humiliating failure to protect their own people that demoralises supporters and empowers dissenters. The motivated sadism of these terrorist attacks is a microcosm of the motivated sadism displayed by their Imperialist backers
But why go to all this trouble? Why not just send in the paratroopers or organise a coup to end those troublesome regimes quickly? Sometimes it's a matter of possibility. As great as they are, the powers of Imperialist nations are not unlimited. All manner of constraints (domestic unrest, international condemnation which advantages dangerous rivals, the simple financial and human costs of such operations) limit what actions are viable or desirable. This is especially significant when the targets are motivated and disciplined anti-imperialists with a base of deep-rooted popular support, the sort of regime that won't go down to a simple commando raid or bribe to the right general. But sometimes, it's not enough to merely cut down a dissenting government; you have to salt the earth and make sure nothing similar ever grows back. I'll finish with the words of an anonymous Jesuit priest, talking about Nicaragua yet in terms widely relevant enough to be published in John Saul's conclusion to A Difficult Road: The Transition to Socialism in Mozambique (1985):
In Chile the Americans made a mistake. They cut off the revolution too abruptly. They killed the revolution but, as we can see from recent developments there, they didn't kill the dream. In Nicaragua, they're trying to kill the dream
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Addressing the OBX drama and the speculations:
Was JJâs Death planned?
No, Rudy asked to leave the show. It wasnât something the writers planned. He didnât want to renew, the writers were rightfully upset and then decided to kill JJ off.
Did the writers/producers create an uncomfortable set?

No, they didnât. This post is not true. The brothers were never inappropriate.
Was Madison a bully on set?
Iâve seen a post going around of someone saying Madison was a bully, controlling the set, and bluntly treating Rudy and crew members like crap. That is NOT true.Â
Was Rudyâs decision sudden?
Yes and No. No as in he let the Pates know ahead of time he didnât want to continue (some time during the strike, so they had time to change what was already written). Yes, as in they were shocked by it.
Was there on set drama between Rudy and the Pates?
Yes, there was many disagreements/personal problems during s4. Yes, Elaine was involved and so was Lilah Pate. They are civil now.
Why did every ship but Jiara get a still?
The jiara still does exist but idk why it was not released. My source doesnât know either and I donât want to spread something not true. Rudy and Madison took pictures just like everybody else did.
Why did the cast chemistry seem off in part 2?
They shot episodes 1-5 first, THEN 10, then 6-9. The cast didnât know rudy asked to leave until they received the script for episode 10. You can tell there was a drastic change between JJ and Kiara in part 2 because after the cast found out, Madison was upset with Rudy and his decision, so she didnât put in as much effort into the scenes with him. She was upset because she knew that would mean the near end of obx and her character⊠in a way.
Was there alternate endings?
Yes, but that was only because they wanted to see if rudy would change his mind. There was even scenes where a funeral was shot (obviously they didnât air it so Iâm assuming theyâre saving it for s5). From March-June of 2024, they spent the entire time doing reshoots of some scenes. That is why some things donât make sense.
Did Rudy and Madison talk on set?
Yes, but not closely or anything. Theyâre not friends, they just did the scenes they had to do and that was it. All those people saying theyâre hiding their friendship from the cameras or whatever⊠that is not true sorry. The pates canât force them to act like best friends as long as they were doing their scenes.
Why did Jiara have âlessâ than everybody else?
Itâs true that Jiara scenes were toned down. Part of it was Rudy asking for it. Madison didnât care as much. Another part was just Rudy and Madison not doing more than what the script asked.
Was Elaine uncomfortable with Jiara scenes?
Yes, and she has been since s2. It got worse during s3 and obviously s4. That was part of the conflict.
What is the Rudy and Madison Drama?
Obviously what happened between them is private. It wasnât the fans. The fans were more so the catalyst to something that had been brewing.Â
It is true that the girlfriends are involved and that they werenât happy. Madison hurt Rudy, but not by being a bully. It was emotionally. The feeling was then returned on his end and it just got worse from there. It didnât help when the girlfriends and fans were involved. It is true that itâs not a coincidence this happened when they both got involved with relationships. Most of you have speculated correctly, that is all I will say. I think you know by now what Iâm trying to say.
Also when I say fans, I donât mean the âshipping.â They never cared about that. What I do mean is that all this drama happened when Jiara fans were at their peak. Them wanting to see those characters together put Rudy and Madison in a problematic situation because they knew they couldnât avoid each other on screen. Instead they just did so off screen.
Should the Writers/ Directors/ Producers stepped in?
Yes, but what I need you guys to understand is that these writers were basically father figures to those actors. They watched them grow their careers, supported them, made them who they are now. Itâs hard when you spent so much time with each other and became a genuine family. Even their conflict with Elaine was hard because Jonas knew her family, his wife treated her like a daughter, and lilah treated her like a sister. They had every right to be bitter because from their POV, itâs basically like âhey I trusted you to bring my project to life and now Iâm being forced to go in a direction I never wanted to go in.â
Whatâs going on behind the scenes right now?
A mess. They knew it would be bad but infact it is worse and they know that.
Am I reliable?
Honestly I donât care if you believe me or not. You didnât before and I got attacked (literal death threats in my inbox). Iâm just a messenger. Iâve given you info before and clearly I didnât lie about it. Itâs up to you to decide.
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The thing isâŠthe whole Bruce cutting Jason's throat thing?
In canon Under the Red Hood, the infamous Jason Bruce confrontation happens right after Bludhaven gets nuked.
And Dick has rushed off to Bludhaven, and is practically killing himself via exposure to radiation - he is trying to rescue people, or so he says, but it's obvious no one is left to rescue and Dick is either straight up delusional or literally trying to kill himself.
After dealing with Jason and the Joker Bruce rushes off to Bludhaven to find Dick - at that point Dick is almost dead from exhaustion, injuries and radiation exposure.
While Jason and Bruce are confronting each other, at that point they just know Bludhaven has been nuked - they don't know what happened to Dick.
They do know, if he was there during the explosion, he is dead.
And Red Hood Jason straight up mocks Bruce about losing another son and continues on with his mind game with the Joker.
The thing is⊠if this happens in an AU (the kind of AUs I really want to substitute for canon) where Jason is at least half way decent and cares at least a bit about his brotherâŠ
I'm imagining Red Hood and Batman having geared up for the fight⊠Then, just as they are about to begin in earnest, they hear about Bludhaven.
Jason: Um. G..Goldie wasn't there, right?
Bruce:⊠I don't know.
Jason: What the hell you mean you don't know?!?
Bruce: (about to have another breakdown) Oh God, a nuke, if he⊠I..
Jason (having forgotten in his panic that he's gotten Joker tied up): What you waiting for, let's go!
Both leap into the Batmobile and drive away, leaving Joker still tied up.
Cue hurt/comfort scene at Bludhaven, Dick convinced Jason is a hallucination⊠Everyone ending up in the Batcave. Everyone kinda forgetting about Joker in the panic.
Later someone - probably Tim - remembers the Joker, and they go to check on him. Jason and Bruce still arguing, but not quite at fighting level.
And find some of the folk in Crime Alley, finding the bastard who has made their lives hell in one way or other tied up and helpless, have decided to enact some justice of their own.
Joker, when they catch up, is very very dead.
Bruce and Jason looking at each other. Tim rolling his eyes in the background.
Jason:⊠that's one way of settling that issue.
Bruce: You did agree most of the Rogues - except Joker - may be redeemableâŠ
Tim: Great, now can we all go home? I want a rematch.
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002. CARNATIONS
Touya wasn't fitting in very well.
There were a lot of things you noticed about him during his first week. He didn't talk muchâhe'd sit in silence a lot more than he should. It was bad. He was spending too much time with his own thoughts, and you were becoming afraid that he would end up swimming too far into his own mind where drowning would only be inevitable.
He didn't eat much either. Only when he absolutely needed toâand he'd take a few bites before stubbornly pushing his plate away. It was hard trying to get him to talk to you too, because he simply refused to cooperate.
There was this faraway look in Touya's eyes. Like he couldn't even begin to fathom what his life had come to. He had so many plansâso many things to do. They were all hopeless now. He had an entirely new checklistâand he couldn't even be bothered to pick it up. Was it bad that he had no will to live?
Touya didn't understand why his father wanted him alive. He hadn't seen him since the war, only hearing his name whispered amongst the doctors when they thought he was asleep. Touya truly didn't see the purpose of his family fighting so much for himâhe was falling apart. Both mentally and physically, straining the doctors for no reason when he should just die. He'd done terrible things, and in his mind, he deserved death.
"He won't listen to anyone but you."
You blow out a breath of air with a nervous chuckle, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you look up at your supervisor. She looked mad. Her brow was ticked upwards, a wrinkly finger holding up a sheet of paper that had 'Todoroki' scribbled at the top. His latest speech evaluation report.
"He can talk just fine with the insults he was spitting at the other doctors. That man has a foul mouth, and an even fouler mood. No doctor that comes even within five feet of him is spared his horrible remarks and glares. But in all of your reports, you never once mentioned him saying anything exceptionally rude. He's... quiet around you."
Your brows pinch together as your gaze stays on the report in your hands
Touya was confusing you.
"And I understand you have other patients, but they've all progressed nicely with their treatments. Todorokiâwell, he is a special case."
You were being asked to accept the job of having Touya as your sole patient. You knew his condition was badâbut you didn't think it was this bad. The other doctors had all come to the same conclusion, that he was in desperate need of a single support system. Someone who could help him every step of the way. And they had made the unanimous vote for you to be that person.
You accepted. You thought you'd have to think more about the proposal, but...
"Touya, do you like board games?"
For the first time in this entire evening, Touya's eyes lift from the tiled floor he'd been glaring at as he turns to you with a look of disinterest. You try not to let him see the way you're fighting back a smile when he finally speaks for the first time this afternoon
"I haven't played one since I was a kid. I don't even remember how they work."
"That's okâI can teach you!"
He looks out the window, gently rolling his shoulders as the muscles under his hospital gown shift from the movement
"Why? Just sounds like a waste of time to me." He says, his voice gruff as you gently drag your chair closer to his bed
"Well, some of these games involve some brain work. Don't you think it'd be a nice challenge to try and work them out? We can evenâ"
"No."
You pause when he interrupts you, folding your hands in your lap as you patiently wait for him to continue. Your smile falters when he starts staring again, his eyes opening a little more to watch you as he remains silent and stillânot elaborating any further.
"Okâ"
"Call Endeavor."
You pause, trying not to show your surprise as you quickly close your parted lips when you meet his gaze.
Nothing. His eyes were devoid of even a speck of emotion as he stared at you. If it hadn't been for him moving to run a tired hand through his white locks, you would've thought he was dead. That is just how dull and lifeless his eyes looked.
"Well... let's talk about this first, okay? Why would you like to call him, Touya?" You ask softly, moving to grab his hand like you'd do to comfort any other patient before your fingers awkwardly hover over his hand
Touya did not like to be touched.
He narrows his eyes at you with an annoyed sigh before he looks away again, clearing his throat before speaking
"I need to do something."
You frown, taking a quick glance at the emergency phone across the room. There were a few contacts Touya would be allowed to callâone of them was, unfortunately, Endeavor's.
"Are you sure you'd like to call your fatherâ"
"Don't fucking call him that."
You freeze, a chill running down your spine that feels like being dowsed in ice cold water when he snaps at you. His eyes burn to life, the hatred in them so strong that you can't even bring yourself to look at him as you realize you'd crossed some sort of an invisible line.
"Iâokay, I'm sorry. Do you not like it when I address him as that?"
His silence was all the answer you needed.
Maybe it was your guilt that had you hesitantly reaching for the phone. You power it onâand you can see the poorly hidden surprise on his face when he quirks an eyebrow, surprised you were fulfilling his request.
He almost feels bad for what he's about to do. Almost.
"I'll hold the phone up to your ear, Touya. Let me know if I'm too close, ok?" You ask gently, and he nods his head with a grunt. He's not staring anymoreâhe's actually avoiding your eyes. Maybe you should've taken that as a sign that something was wrong, but you were too busy trying to understand what was going through his mind that made him want to call his father so out of the blue.
You pray silently that Endeavor won't answerâbut the phone is barely on the third ring before it cackles to life
"Touya? Touya this is your number calling meâTouya are you there?"
The air is tense with your anticipationâcould this mean progress? Barely two weeks in seemed a little early, but you sent Touya an encouraging smile anyways.
That was the last thing he needed to give him the courage to open his mouth
"Fuck you Endeavor! Burn in hell you flaming piece of shit!"
Your yelp doesn't surprise Touya at all as you hastily end the call, fumbling with the phone as he kneels over and grasps the railings of his bedâbefore he laughs.
It hurts so much to smile, but he does it anywayâhis laughter is a hoarse wheeze as his chest shakes. You power the phone off with trembling hands before whipping towards him
"Touyaây-you tricked me!" You sputter, clutching the phone to your chest as he struggles to breathe. He whacks his chest, as if he's trying help the oxygen reach his lungsâand your eyes widen in panic
He lets out a deep exhale, turning to you with a barely noticeable smirk when he sees the dread in your eyes
"That was too easy. You shouldn't be so nice to me, Doc."
"Well... this could be considered progress, sir! He's, uhmâopen to communication?"
Endeavor is not amused. He drills you for another fifteen minutesâdemanding to know every little detail about Touya's recovery process, and each minute that passes has you shrinking further and further into your seat.
Who knew Touya would be the one to come to your rescue?
The undeniable beep that comes from your pocket immediately rips away your attention from Endeavor
Beep beep beep beepâ
"What is that?" He nearly growls as you fumble with the small device in your hands, desperately trying to turn it off as your feet move towards the double-doors quickly
"Touya's emergency button, he's calling meâI'm so sorry, but we need to continue this conversation another time! " You yell over your shoulder before he can even get another word out, racing to the elevators as you come to a stumbling stop in front of themâyou press the third floor button four times before the beeping starts up again
Your mind immediately thinks the worst, and you're practically flying up the stairs as you run by two families and nearly knock a fellow doctor off his feet in your race towards Touya's room
Touya jumps when his room door slams open, his brows furrowing as he discreetly tries to see what made you run into his room in such a haste
There were a few strands of hair that had fallen from your updoâyou're panting as you take in Touyaâsitting just fine on his bed as he stares at you. There's a hint of amusement in his eyes when he sees you before he slowly turns away
He peers down to the device in his hands as he points it at the TVâclicking the small red button on it over and over again.
"A-Are you-"
"It won't turn off."
He waves the remote at the TV again, grumbling all sorts of profanities under his breath as he stubbornly tries to will the screen to shut offâthe news played softly through the speakers as you slowly nod your head
"We use this remote for that."
He eyes the device in your hands before holding up the one in his hand
"Then what the hell is this for?"
"Emergencies. You press it when you need me and it is urgentâI check in periodically anyways, so you only use this remote when you really need me to come right away. You pressed it a bunch of times earlier, so I had to run here. I thought something was wrong." You sigh, rubbing your temple as he turns over the device in his hand with a thoughtful hum. You gather the fallen strands in your palm and work on quietly fixing your hair.
"Why are you so nice to me?"
You pause from where you were tying your hairâlowering your hands into your lap as you tilt your head at him in confusion. Touya's glad he interrupted you while you were tying your hair, because now it falls over your shoulders in soft waves. He thinks you look... nice like this. He wonders if this will be the only time you'll let your hair flow freely in front of him.
The bluntness of his question was what made your hands drop. His words hang in the air as you try to formulate a response, but he cuts you off before you can get a word out.
"The other bastards treat me the way I deserve to be treated. How come you're actually trying? What's in it for you?"
He seems annoyed. But then you see the sincerity in his eyesâand you realize he genuinely didn't think he deserved any form of kindness. You want to hug himâbut you also would like your limbs to stay in tact, so insteadâyou lean forward with a soft smile.
"You see, I like to think of people as flowers."
He stays silent, waiting for you to continue.
"Some grow in open fields with the sun shining over them all the time. Some grow through the cracks in concreteâand some die from drowning in too much rain or being dried out from the heat."
Something in his eyes softens at your words
"All flowers are beautiful, you know. The ones people say are too far gone can still be preserved. I really like pressing flowers, you know, in glass. It reminds me that their beauty is an everlasting type of thing."
You pretend not to notice the sheen in his eyes when he stares at you. It's quiet. The curtains move from the gentle breeze that enters through the open window, and it catches wisps of your open hair in it as you smile.
Touya had thought he'd seen it all. The ugliness of the world, the terrible parts no one should venture into. How many times had he lied when he'd said "I've seen it all." ?
He realizes how wrong he was when he understands he forgot to look through the cracks in the dark walls he'd been surrounded by for so longâthe splits and breaks in the surface where hope seeped through. There was still so much he wanted to see.
Flowers. Who knew something so little could mean so much?
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Reflections - e.e



⣠emily engstler x reader
⣠wc: 2958
âŁâŁ synopsis: emily had no choice but to bail on your planned day together, so you decide to get a little revenge, leaving your reflection as the only thing on her mind all day.
âŁâŁâŁ a/n: sorry this took SO LONG to release, i was a little nervous to write smut for the first time so hopefully this isn't too bad! i'm still working on more fics and hopefully i can still follow my plan to release one a day!
You adjusted the position of your body in front of the mirror, lifting Emily's shirt to reveal just a sliver of your boobs as you posed for your selfie in your lacy thong. You weren't posing for a social media post or anything of the sort, you were just trying to torture your poor girlfriend a little bit.
The two of you had planned a day-long date today, as she wasn't supposed to go in for practice or any sort of team events, but her coaches had changed their mind, calling the team early in the morning for mid-day practice, followed by a workout session, ice baths and checkups with their athletic trainer, and a film session to end their packed day.
Unfortunately for you, the text had come in during an early morning makeout session, causing Emily to leave the comfort of your bed to eat breakfast, get ready, and head out for her long day. Leaving you a needy, pleading mess for her in the process. You knew the change in plans wasn't her fault, nor was it in her control.
You were just seeking revenge for the fact that she chose to leave you orgasmless before heading out, promising to finish what the two of you had started later in the evening.
Grinning as you finally got the perfect shot, you sent off a text to Emily, containing both the selfie and a short text that read, can't wait for you to get back Em. Now, all you had to do was wait for her response, which you knew wouldn't come until a little later, when she finally got the chance to check her phone during a water break.
To your delight, Emily's response came in sooner than you had expected, not even ten minutes after you had sent the text, your phone pinged with a new text. you better find a way to wait, don't you dare touch yourself without me.
You knew that was one of Emily's "rules", if she wasn't away for a game, your pleasure was hers and hers only. And usually, that was always enough for you, as you had no need to get yourself off either by hand or with any of the toys hidden in your shared closet, Emily was always there to take care of you. But today, you found yourself struggling to hold off on relieving the deep ache that had settled in your core.
You swear you did everything in attempt to pass by the time that Emily was gone. You ate breakfast, dusted nearly every surface in your apartment, wiped down every mirror, scrubbed down the bathrooms, ate lunch, cooked dinner for you two to enjoy later, took an everything shower, and finally settled down in on your bed to watch t.v. around four in the afternoon, knowing Emily would be home before six.
Just as your eyes began to shut, drifting off into a light sleep, you heard the front door open as Emily entered the apartment, dropping the keys in the little ceramic bowl you had bought for the apartment and taking off her shoes, walking towards your bedroom.
You shot up in bed, eager for Emily to walk through the door so you could capture her in your grasp and lure her into bed, finally able to relieve the throbbing between your legs. She greeted you as she entered the room, dropping her practice bag over by the laundry hamper before making her way to you, not that you were paying attention.
You leaned in and grabbed the back of her neck, smashing your lips onto hers the second she was close enough. She climbed onto the bed with you, laying her body over yours as you continued to make out, her tongue intertwined with yours as her hands moved up and down, from kneading your braless tits to squeezing your waist, the two of you just couldn't get enough of each other.
You whined as she pulled away from your kiss, she chuckled before ducking her head down to kiss across your jaw to your ear, "missed me that much baby?" She questioned smugly as she moved her lips under your ear, alternating between sharply nipping at your skin, open mouthed kisses, and soothing licks over the trail of reddish-purple marks she left behind.
"Please Em, don't tease. Been waiting for you all day," you begged, arching your chest into her, hoping she would get the hint. She popped her lips off your neck with a smirk, gazing at your needy expression before moving her hands to pull her t-shirt off your body, uncovering your perky nipples, begging for her touch.
Her lips began a trail of kisses, licking, biting, and sucking her way down from the base of your neck to your chest, leaving hickeys at the very tops of your breast before finally latching her mouth onto your right nipple, her hand coming up to twist and tug at the other.
Your hands flew to her ponytail, gripping it as you moaned at her teasing, urging her head to continue its descent down to where you needed her the most. Thankfully, she continued to kiss down your abdomen, stopping at the edge of your lace thong to nip at the fat of your hips. She continued to tease you, leaving hickeys around the perimeter of your inner thighs as you whimpered the arousal continuing to pool within your panties, yet Emily purposely avoided your throbbing pussy.
âGod Em, please I canât take it anymore, need you so bad,â you propped yourself up on your elbows to look down at her as you pleaded, your mind far too hazy to feel embarrassed of how desperate you sounded. She propped herself, perching herself to the perfect position in between your thighs as she finally ran her fingers up and down your lace-covered slit, feeling the wetness that had begun to soak through.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve been waiting for this baby,â she hummed, âWanna try something different with you, that okay?â She asked as she pulled your thong down, a strand of your slick sticking to the fabric. "You're this wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet baby," Emily rose to lean back on her knees, moving her hands to rest upon your thighs.
âPlease Em, do anything, I just need you,â you whispered back, sitting up as you watched her rise from the bed, walking over to the floor length mirror you had taken the picture in. She picked it up and adjusted it so that it leaned against the wall in front of your bed, such that you were now gazing at your own naked reflection.
Your attention, however, was quickly drawn back to Emily, who had now stripped her t-shirt and sweatpants off her body, leaving her in just a plain black sports bra and a matching pair of boxers. She walked back over to the bed, settling against the headboard and planting her feet flat on the bed to take a seat behind you.
"Come here baby," she requested, and with such a low, sultry tone, how could you resist for even a second? You quickly turned onto your hands and knees, crawling up the expanse of your California king bed to kneel in between her thighs, capturing her lips once again.
You took the chance to tease Emily back a bit, taking control of the kiss by biting and dragging out her bottom lip before slipping your tongue back into her mouth, moaning eagerly into her as your hands tugged at the straps of her sports bra.
She didn't allow you to continue for long, grabbing your waist and manhandling your back into her front before you could take off her bra. She traced her hands down your body, grabbing the back of your thighs to rest them over her bent legs, spreading you open in front of the mirror.
"You see how wrecked you are for me?" She mumbled into your ear, you watched as her tattooed hands kneaded at your hickey covered tits, pinching and tugging at your nipples once again. "Mhm," you nodded, biting your bottom lip to hold back the moans threatening to spill from your lips.
Emily, however, wouldn't accept that as an answer. She grabbed your jaw firmly with her right hand, using her thumb to pull your lip out in between your teeth. "None of that tonight ma, I wanna hear you properly, whether your answering me," she spoke softly, beginning to suck hickeys into the unmarked side of your neck, "swearing," she flicked her tongue out to soothe a particularly rough area, the skin already turning purple, "or moaning my name, begging me for more," she whispered into your ear.
Your brain turned to mush at her words, which meant you didn't notice how her left hand dropped from massaging your breast to reach your cunt as she was whispering filthy things into your ear, turning you on even more. A borderline pornographic moan tore from the back of your through as Emily finally pressed her middle and ring fingers onto your clit, rubbing small circles at first.
You threw your head back against her shoulder as your body arched against her, desperate moans spilling from your lips as your hips moved upwards to search for more friction in her touch. Her right hand wrapped around your waist, holding down your bottom half before she quickly lifted her fingers from rubbing circles on your clit to lightly slapping it, not nearly hard enough to hurt, but the pressure was enough for your head to shoot up at the sparks it sent through your core.
"I want you to watch yourself in the mirror, you stop looking and I stop touching you, okay baby?" Emily insisted, her fingers only moving down from your clit to trace your folds after you agreed, dragging her fingers to collect the arousal dripping from your entrance back up to your clit, this time adding more pressure onto your clit.
Your body squirmed in her hold, your mouth emitting a near constant stream of desperate whines, begging Emily for more. "C'mon ma, tell me what you want from me," she murmured, her breath warm against the bruised skin of your neck. "Fuck me, please Emily, need you to fuck me so bad I," your words were cut off by a guttural moan leaving your mouth as she plunged two fingers into your sopping heat, the prolonged foreplay had made you so wet she slipped in without any discomfort.
Your eyes fluttered, as your body melted into hers, illegible pleas, swears, and cries of ecstasy continuously fell from your lips, all the while maintaining eye contact with Emily through the mirror. Her fingers increasing their speed as she plunged a third into you, continuing to pump in and out of you, curling into you with such precision you preened her grasp, rolling your hips forward to meet her thrusts. In the process, the heel of her palm brushed against your clit, causing you to writhe in her arms, all the while Emily ducked her head down to suck at your sweet spot.
Her name fell from your lips repeatedly, the coil in your abdomen was so close to snapping, you could almost taste how close your orgasm was. Sensing this from how tight your cunt was squeezing her fingers, she moves her unoccupied hand up to your nipples, roughly tugging at them while she moved her lips up to whisper filth into your ear.
"Just like that baby... see how pretty you look while taking my fingers, my dirty little slut getting off on being finger fucked in front of a mirror, thought about fucking you like this all day... such a good girl for me," her continuous praise and encouragements, combined with the sensation of her playing with your tits, her fingers curling so deep inside of you, and her palm providing friction to your clit was all too much for you to withstand any longer.
Your moans turned into near screams as you finally came, your orgasm hitting you full-force as your legs shook on top of Emily's, full body shudders coursing through you as Emily continued to fuck into you at the same pace, insistent on having you ride out the full extent of your orgasm.
As your orgasm finally began to subside, your body going limp against hers, Emily slowed the pace of her fingers until they stilled within you. To distract you from the emptiness she knew you felt as she withdrew her fingers from your soaking cunt, she peppered kisses along the side of your face and placed a few gentle pecks on you lips accompanied with soft praises as you tuned to face her.
She brought her fingers up to your lips, shoving them into your mouth so you could clean off your own slick, humming as she felt your tongue swirling around her fingers. After popping your mouth off her fingers, you removed your legs from on top of hers, twisting your body around in her grip to face her as your hands reached upwards to cup her face, pulling her mouth down to yours in a searing kiss, all the while your knee pressed into her core.
You were acutely aware of the fact that you hadn't even touched Emily yet, and as stubborn as she was, you could feel the throbbing of her pussy against your knee, and you would be damned if you didn't get her off after the earth-shattering orgasm she gave you.
Your lips continue to move roughly against hers, attempting to establish dominance and only separating when you tugged her sports bra over head. Your lips met the soft skin of her neck, peppering gentle kisses as you knew you couldn't leave hickeys on such a visible area just two days before her next game.
You continued placing kisses to her chest, circling her nipple with your tongue as right hand reached down to cup her warm cunt through her boxers, forcing an airy moan from her. You were able to feel through the fabric how aroused she had gotten from making you cum.
You paused your ministrations to retract your hands from her body, moving to grab at the waistband of her boxers, the only material still separating the two of you. You looked up at her glazed over eyes, nonverbally checking for her consent. Emily's past relationships and hookups always had the same dynamic, she gave a lot more than she received, if they even made an effort to reciprocate her pleasure.
With you, that was never the case. You were just as concerned with Emily's satisfaction as she was yours, despite her having the more dominant personality, you almost never allowed her to leave without at least one orgasm.
With her approval and the slight lift of her hips, you discarded her underwear, laying down on your stomach and spreading open her thighs to be eye-level with her glistening cunt. "All this just from watching my reflection Em?" You teased, your breath warm against her inner thighs as you sucked and nipped at the skin closest to her center, knowing no one would be able to see the bruises left there.
"Yeah baby, it's all for you," she breathed our, grabbing your tousled hair into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide you closer to her sopping pussy. Even now, she still Deciding she had waited long enough, you dove your tongue into her, licking a long stripe from her entrance up to her throbbing clit, causing her to throw her head back into the headboard as she moaned deeply.
"Right there ma, just like that," she encouraged as you devoured her, running your tongue through her folds to lap at her leaking arousal like a woman starved. You gather her wetness to move up and press your tongue flat against her clit, sucking and lapping at her bud. "Oh fuck baby, doing so good for me," her hips moving up to meet your mouth.
She groaned loudly as you began to hum against her clit, holding her hips tighter as moved down to her entrance again, dipping your tongue to curl into her as your nose moved against her clit, her orgasm quickly approaching from the friction you provided. You moved back up to her clit, knowing just what she needed to be pushed over the edge.
You latched onto her nub, sucking and slightly grazing her with your teeth, humming and pressing into her as she came with a throaty moan, pushing your head deeper into her to draw out as much of her orgasm as possible.
You continued to suck at her for a few moments after, slowly reducing your touch to a few soft kitten licks as her body went limp against the headboard, relaxing fully as you detached your lips from her, rubbing your hands up and down her thighs.
Her thumb wiped the slick that covered your lips and dripped down your chin, grinning at your wrecked state. âWorth the wait ma?â Her smug but somehow genuine demeanor took in the blissed out expression on your face, exhausted from your previous activities.
âWell worth Em, should mess with you more often if this is what happens,â you beamed, only half joking. âYea right, try that again and I wonât be so nice next time, I could barely make a single shot at practice,â she grumbled, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your lips, crawling off the bed to grab a washcloth from your joint bathroom. Your reflection had truly served you well today.
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a manifestation routine.
! long post ahead !
in this post, i want to give you an idea of how a manifestation "routine" could look like. i'm aware that this is one of my longer posts but i wanted to give as many insights and as much reassurance as possible. itâs a guide especially for those, who need a bit guidance, who may have come off track a little and who want to discipline themselves a bit more.
morning and evening.
right before you wake up or fall asleep, lay down on your bed and close your eyes. try to calm your mind, loose any tension built up in your body and take deep breaths in and out. with your eyes closed, pay attention to the darkness you're seeing. everything around you doesnât exist for now. the outer world is none of your concern. your responsibilities fade away and in this given moment, there is nothing that needs to be worked on, nothing that needs to be fixed, nothing that needs to be dealt with. right now, itâs only you in this darkness. you are safe. you are protected.
now, think about it: what is it that you want? what is it that you wish to experience? this isnât about what you feel like you should want or what you need to experience but rather what YOU deeply want. what would having / being it feel like? what would it look like? what if you had / were exactly what you wanted?
as you become more and more decisive and definitive about who you want to be and what you want to have, you begin to enter the state of the wish fulfilled. you take a step towards the end. you start to bask yourself in the feeling of being the version of yourself who has or is what you desire to have or be. for this, you can visualise yourself or use affirmations that go hand in hand with your desired outcome.
at the same time, let go of your old conception of self. leave your old mindset. right now, you arenât who you were before you entered this state of calmness. shift your states. go from your former one to your desired one. give life to your new state and death to your old state. abandon the old story. you donât need it now. you no longer need to retell it. you donât need to carry it with you anymore.
donât focus on details. donât worry about your scenes of visualisation or wording of affirmations. donât try to make it perfect. donât question it. and donât reason your way into it. try to make it natural. try to make it enjoyable. in imagination, you cannot do anything wrong. feel free to imagine any way you would like to. doing any technique without feeling it to be true and without accepting it wonât do anything. it cannot change you. not the technique itself but the feeling will alter self. your visualisations and affirmations shall only support you by guiding you to your desired state. donât perform anything in vain. do it with purpose. do it with conviction. do it with acceptance. mere repetitions lead to mere results. if you repeat, then do it with feeling. for feeling is the secret.
this way, you become conscious of your new self. and since consciousness is the one and only reality, things can only appear through consciousness. becoming conscious of having your desire means to feel your desire to be yours. by making consciousness your aim, you are aiming to become conscious of BEING and HAVING your desire.
rest of the day.
after you took time to meditate in the morning, you continue to live with your wish fulfilled during the day. whenever you think of your desire, whenever you start to desire something, you claim it to be yours. you declare that itâs part of your reality now. you simply accept it to be true instead of letting your mind wander, overthink or worry. you donât leave any space for feelings of desire and refrain from living in desire as well. you donât have to go into a deep meditative state either. you think of it, recognise your desire, imagine it to be yours, feel it to be yours and then go on with your day. this way, you only aim for your inner fulfillment and get rid of any desire that comes up.
you donât need to force yourself to think of your desire for a very long time, nor do you need to immediately start affirming or visualising a scene that implies you having your desire. what you do is that you take some time, not a lot, to acknowledge your desire and to shift your state from desiring to owning. you do this for as long as you like, until you have accepted your desire to be yours. you will know when you have shifted your state as you wonât feel feelings of desire anymore. you wonât want it anymore because you know there is nothing left to desire that isnât already yours.
there's no need to constantly bring you back and to remind yourself of your manifestation. the moment you accept it, you can let it go. itâs done now. it belongs to you. assuming your desire to be yours once you think of it is totally enough. you donât need to obsess over it either.
the more you do this, the easier it will be for you to remain in your desired state. you will get used to the state because you get used to the feeling. it will start to feel familiar to you. it wonât be as difficult as before. it wonât scare you as it did in the beginning.
once in the state, it will become easier to handle the outer world. your thoughts come from your state aka your feeling and if you happen to be in the state you wanted to occupy, you will respond better to 3D circumstances (if there are any). you'll stop viewing your physical world the way you used to and you'll also stop feeling like itâs a lot of work to be in the state of the wish fulfilled. you'll stop viewing the act of shifting your state as effortless. as normal. as natural. you can happily live in the 3D while still experiencing your manifestation from within, giving your inner self what you want. from now on, you will want to identify with your real self more frequently and anything outside of you will lose importance. you wonât care about how the world may look like, you wonât stress about your physical existence. anything that does not serve you will be of little account.
everyday.
the purpose of this guide is to motivate you to make fulfillment your one and only goal. make it a lovely habit to daily manifest your desires. do it each day.
do not waste time contemplating whether your desires are easy to manifest, quick to manifest, possible to manifest or logical to manifest. stop categorising your manifestations into "big" and "small". do not concern yourself with these matters.
the moment you accept your assumption to be true, it has no option but to materialise. your 3D can never stop reflecting your 4D. you can never run away from your feelings, so why not change them? why not choose lovely feelings for yourself? why not claim great things about yourself? why not immediately grant yourself every wish you have? stop wasting time, conditioning your desires and doubting your abilities as creator of your reality.
within imagination, all things exist and all things are possible. you can be or have anything you'd like in your imagination. it doesnât have to be hard to get. you donât need to earn your way to happiness. and you donât need to work hard for it either. so why would you deny yourself that experience? why would you actively choose not to fulfill yourself? why would you not manifest your desires?
make your imagination a place you love spending time in. make yourself feel feelings of wealth, love, success, health and more. make it so amazing, so addicting that you cannot be bothered or moved by the limitations of the outside world. quoting aphrodite apprentice: "see your desires as invitations to experience something new within yourself and fulfill yourself. and then walk in that fulfillment. just live your entire life in fulfillment."
with love, ella.
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âč àŁȘ Ë Choi Soobin â missionary âĄ
soobin definitely is the more intimate kinda guy during sex. when he has the chance to look at you, feel you and is able to see your reaction when he accidentally fucks up into you a little too deep, it fucking turns him the fuck on. all the little pecks on your nose, cheeks and lips while his cock slowly grinds into your cunt, whispering either the most heartwarming things or blasting you ear with the nastiest shit youâve ever heard. has his fingers pinching your clit when you least expect it <3 also soobin DEFINITELY has your hands pinned above your head, both your wrists bound in the palm of his singular hand.
soobin spreads your legs wide open, glistening cunt in view for him as he slips his dick inside your gaping hole. a whiny moan escapes your mouth as his tip hits your cervix; hands gripping at the sheets. âpretty girl, too deep for you huh baby?â he says as he comes down to press a kiss on your nose.

âč àŁȘ Ë Choi Yeonjun â reverse cow girl âĄ
yeonjun is a certified ass man, has his hands on it ALL the time. he lovess when you ride him, thinks you look so pretty and fucked out but again, yeonjun is an ASS man, so probably has his hands on your ass as you ride him,, guiding the rock of your hips with his hands gripping your ass <33 yeonjun loves overstimulating you, especially when you ride him, grins at the sight of you getting weak and falling apart on his fat cock >< but when you stop when he didnât tell you to, his hands are a 100% coming down to slap your ass, turning it a bright red. also jjun definitely will come up to bite your back, suck on your shoulder and leave a bunch if hickeys </3
you feel a sharp sting behind you, which only urged you to continue rocking you hips on his cock. you groan at the feeling, mind clouded with the loud, wet and squelching sounds so his cock soaked inside of you, âkeep fucking going, you know you shouldâ jjun says as he lands another slap.

âč àŁȘ Ë Choi Beomgyu â doggy âĄ
doggy is so beomgyu coded. like as most of us agree beomgyu would definitely do quickes and doggy is the easiest position to get into 0.0. but he absolutely loves the way you feel around him when heâs hammering into you from behind, the way your pussy keeps sucking him back in and thighs shake keeps him going~ beomgyu is big on degradation, heâd totally bend over to suck on your earlobe and degrade you so fucking bad, it has you clenching around him even more. also activates your hair pulling kink, when it becomes too much n you start sobbing into the sheets, thatâs how heâll pull you up <3
fat tears flow down your eyes as you wail into the sheets, clutching tightly at them. his cock absolutely puncturing at your cervix, and him chuckling at your state, âwhat? i thought you wanted cock when i found you fingering yourselfâ

âč àŁȘ Ë Kang Taehyun â cowgirl âĄ
thereâs nothing taehyun loves more than proving you wrong. and thatâs exactly what he does when he lets you ride him, with you promising that youâll do a good job. he finds pleasure in seeing you fall apart, especially when you tell him you won't and that youâll make him cum. taehyun would totally show faux sympathy, a tight grip on your hips to help you stay stable, and praising when he knows he's pushing you to the edge. okay taehyun might have a thing for finding any reasonable way to punish, just to fuck you dumb and have you under his control, thats why heâs going to degrade you at the end and overstimulate you <3
your toes curl into the sheets as you try to move against his cock without halting. tears run down your eyes as you desperately try to make him cum, while he rubs the sides of your hips only urging that you can do it, you can take him. âc'mon, won't you make me cum?â

âč àŁȘ Ë Hueningkai â 69 âĄ
69 is so kai coded!! especially when you both are subbing, subxsub is so kai. absolutely loves how it feels, sloppily eating out your cunt with a bruising grip on your ass as you suck his dick on the other end <3 kai also loves cumming at the same time, boh of you going at a similar pace and slowly bringing each other towards your orgasms. but it also gives dom kai, slapping your ass if you buck your hips up too much, edging you towards your orgasm with his skillful tongue, leaving you needy and begging for more >< and mean dom kai would totally have you make him cum but refuse to make you cum, just keeps on edging you <3
you wince at the tight grip on your hips, mouth too full to say something about it as your eyes roll back at the feeling of his warm tongue on your cunt. he simply chuckles into your cunt, sending down pleasurable vibrations, âtoo much already? câmon, you have to make me cumâ he whispers right in.

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â Concept: Student Yandere and Professor Darling

Warning: GN! Reader, blackmail, n/on-con, d/ub-con, age gap, student-teacher relationship, push-over reader, unfair ending, n/oncon recording, uhh ask to tag!
A/N: just a concept that plagued me for a while... hhhhhhh;; i'm so normal ab this

Any dynamic that involve an authority figure and a subordinate, no matter how innocent they may initially seem, are doomed from the start for both of the parties involved. Thereâs always going to be an underlying power imbalance, someone who holds the authority over the other; there is no nice way to put it, unfortunately.Â
Most of the time, in fics, I see a lot of Yan professors creeping on their students, but the thought of a student Yan harassing their beloved professor has been plaguing my mind.Â
The relationship starts sweetly, youâve noticed a certain student in your course thatâs been falling behind, making mistakes that should have long been addressed, their work is always late or partially done and youâre growing slightly annoyed at them for wasting your time and misusing theirs as well. You ended up offering them private tutoring when you found out you were the only professorâs whose class who theyâd been treating like a joke.Â
They reject it immediately; seemingly embarrassed that youâd even offered. You try to calm their nerves down, youâre pretty young yourself, you only graduated a few years ago and you wonât charge them, it won't be a daily thing but they can pop into your office so you can review and work on assignments and other material theyâve been failing at. The hesitant look on their face seems to slowly be melting off the longer you explain your reasoning.
You continue insisting, you lay out the facts as they are; theyâre a brilliant student who has been passing all other courses and extracurricular activities with flying colors, so why is that your course has become such a challenge to them? You have seen them work and the way they behave during class, youâve even noticed how some students go to them to try and clear up any questions and ask to study together with them. Youâd heard your colleagues rave about them being easily one of the collegeâs star students, so itâs either that theyâre making shit up and lying to their peers, which you sincerely doubt since youâve seen their works, or they were purposefully trying to fail your class.
Maybe they thought itâd be easier, decided to try it and got it in their head they didnât have to try â after all, it wasnât as if all of the work theyâve handed is bad, thereâs some clear understanding of what theyâre doing, itâs just that they keep on messing up some things, even if it means inconsistencies in their work, the assignments that made up less percentage of the overall grade were done well enough that you could fail them but anything that was actually important was clearly half-assed. They were nailing the basics in one essay and then completely misrepresenting them on the next.
You explain your concerns; youâre genuinely worried your class might hold them back from graduating with their peers, if things kept going on like this, theyâd fail your class and if they did, theyâd have to repeat the semester and risk graduating a year or so late. Itâs not the end of the world to repeat a semester, but itâs avoidable in their case and you donât understand why they seemingly insist on failing.
Itâs then that they pull out a card theyâd been holding on to dearly for a situation such as this, theyâd hooked you in with a months long performance and it all relied on this moment, it was a disgustingly perfect story meant to pull at your heartstrings and lead you into their honey sweet trap;
They start going on about a sob story about their parentsâ jobs and finance, how they had been struggling for a while since their parents cut them partially off for choosing a college out of their town, and how theyâre supposed to provide for themselves and pay rent and bills, about how their schedule is always so busy trying to balance college, their friendships, mending their relationship with their parents, and their job on top of all the studying theyâve been doing. Your class had unfortunately been the least of their concerns and that theyâre immensely sorry to have worried you and that they are willing to do anything to make up for their past grades. They canât believe theyâd let themselves go in your course and theyâre deeply ashamed because they enjoyed it greatly, but there was little they could to catch up now.
You can empathize with such a dilemma, being fresh out of college yourself, the memories of balancing relationships, work, and academics are still freshly etched into your mind.Â
They clearly seem burned out and your heart aches seeing a student as promising as them dim down so drastically. Youâd hate to be one class that impedes them from graduating on time, you don't want to be the lone profesor responsible for slowing down such a valuable asset to society.
You sit them down and try to offer them some advice, you were in a similar situation when you were in college yourself, you try to explain the ways you managed to survive and bypass college, going into detail about your own problems and how you were able to live through it all. They seem visibly more relaxed during the conversation, nodding along and explaining their own feelings and hardships, you both manage to sympathize with each other and come to an arrangement.
Itâs completely under the table since you are worried about what it might look like, but from now on until the end of this semester youâd use a more relaxed, less strict grading system for them, after all, they did have a legitimate reason for their behavior and they were willing to make up for it. That is, under the condition that they start taking tutoring classes from either yourself or a fellow classmate, they werenât able to balance the studying schedule necessary so youâd try and manage at least one aspect of it for them to try and make their life a little bit easier. You reiterate that this must not come out, fully aware that you were breaking multiple rules but you were too much of a bleeding heart.
They agree gladly, but not before asking if you could be the tutor, when youâd questioned their request they explain themselves, seemingly embarrassed for their own reasoning;
âI donât want it to get out that Iâm failing your class, professorâŠâ The smile they wear seems genuine and shy and you nod in understanding, college students are only older teenagers, after all, most of them are still stuck in their high school mentality and you wouldnât put it past a bunch of immature people to try and mess with someone who was struggling. While the mindset eventually wears off, you understand why they could be self-conscious about it.
What you donât know is that theyâve been planning for something like this to happen from the get go, always going out of their way to purposefully present themselves as a stupid, pathetic and incompetent student that would need their hot professorâs (your) help to pass the course.
During your first couple of sessions they work extra hard to make themselves seem as ditzy and clueless as possible, making as many mistakes and errors as humanly reasonable without getting you too annoyed at them. They even begin to dress in slightly more provocative ways than they would have before, their speech slowly morphs into a more flirtatious tone, their touches being lingering on your shoulders for longer than necessary, but you brush it off, trying to ignore the signs. Opting instead to think of it as a silly crush, choosing go try to focus on helping them get through this semester with either an above average grade.
It didnât take too long for their grades to get better but with the current pace, you were afraid it wouldnât be enough.
So, you ignore the uncomfortable, sinking feeling in your gut and suggest making your tutoring sessions more frequent - instead of once a week maybe twice, or even thrice if you could fit it into your schedule, if it was really necessary.
You didnât expect them to suggest going to your place.
Originally, youâd suggested either the library or a cafe, but they said they felt too embarrassed and self-conscious at the idea of their peers watching them, they claimed theyâd probably make fun of them for needing help for a course theyâd been taking for almost a whole semester at that point. Itâs silly, they know, but they canât shake that shame off.
They insist on your place, but you reject the idea, they say itâs either there or at their place, they point out that anywhere else and you both risk either staff or some of the student body seeing you both together and getting the wrong idea. The conversation goes on for hours until youâre too exhausted to continue arguing with them and give in.Â
They are a good person, right? Even if the thought of a student knowing where you lived made you uncomfortable, it wasnât like theyâd do anything about it⊠right?
You try to limit the study space to your living room, the bathroom, and the kitchen every once in a while if you notice the snacks you had brought werenât enough, but never further than that. Your bedroom and office were completely off limits, youâd made it explicitly clear that if you caught them wandering too far youâd have no choice but to kick them out and stop the tutoring, possibly even having to call the campusâ authorities if you felt they were getting too out of line â your reputation be damned.Â
They also were only allowed to come over during the weekends and on specific weekdays where no one would be able to catch them entering your apartment. You didnât even want your neighbors to see them, even if you looked close in age you didnât want to hear anything about a potential secret lover sneaking into your house.
They agree and promise to follow every single rule youâd put in place, they swear.
But it doesnât take long for them to start going back on their word and start âexploringâ your living space, it started small â simply walking around your living room, examining framed pictures, looking over books, memorizing the placement of your trinkets and decor, making a mental note of the colors you used in the space, they make sure to remember to try and look up where you got your cushions and everything, they start looking into you fridge and pantry to make see what you eat, if thereâs any indication of a possible food allergy; itâs all investigative work for your future together.
Itâs not too long before theyâve memorized your living room and are drawn to the rest of your house. They've gone to your bedroom and studied the space, taking note of the way you made your bed and how many pillows you have, they also have made a list of products you use and like, such as scents and soaps, to make sure your transition to their place is as smooth as possible. Soon, they could very well draw a floor plan of your place and recreate your home in the most basic of softwares.Â
The only reason you havenât caught up to them is because theyâve taken to spiking your drinks with sleep medication, strong enough dosages that youâll be knocked out for a while, but not enough that youâll realize you were drugged.
Itâs during your sleeping state that the next part of their plan starts to take action. Theyâll purposefully plant evidence in your home of their presence and snap pictures, suddenly their underwear is in your laundry basket, and why are you wearing their hoodies to sleep, huh? Theyâre meticulously planned and staged pictures that make it look like you were engaging in a romantic relationship, but itâs not enough â they need more, something more extreme. More incriminating, something that would absolutely destroy your career and reputation if it came out.
What about a picture of them going down on you? Or one with their cum all over your face? Your naked figure cuddling up to their bare chest? Some makeup to look like hickies could look realistic in pictures too, you know. Maybe them on top of you⊠or you on top of them? Or one where your lips are sucking their fingers like a â! Ah, the thought has them blushing! All of these photos are like their dreams come true! You look like such a perfect spouse, taking their love~ They make sure to clean up the space, but theyâre growing bolder and more confident in their work.
They even have videos of themselves jacking off on top of you, but theyâre always so good at making it seem like youâre awake and participating in these activities! It really does look like youâre helping them get off with your own mouth.
Youâre such a naughty professor seducing your innocent, sweet student like that!
Itâs sick, theyâre sick and they know it fully well but they donât care, as long as they donât get caught â thereâs no way in hell theyâll stop.
Their grades begin improving and thereâs no longer any fear of them failing your class, in fact youâd go as far to say theyâve easily become one of your best students in terms of grades. Things seem to be looking up and youâre pretty proud of yourself for having had a positive impact on them, which is why you come to the conclusion they wonât be needing your tutoring anymore.Â
You call them over to your office after classes, making sure to be as nice as possible. At first you were annoyed and put off by them, their initial behavior was unsettling and persistent, but after a couple of months of getting to know them youâve grown to care for them and genuinely wish them the best, youâd pointed out how teaching them had been a joy and youâd always end the sessions feeling better than before, which is why youâd chosen to end the tutoring. You lay out the facts as they are, their grades have improved and thereâs no longer any threat of them failing your class, youâd also be risking people misunderstanding the situation if it went any longer, if word came out youâd been using a different rubric to grade them until recently and that theyâd been going over to your place, it would simply look bad for both of you. Youâd risk getting sanctioned, possibly even losing your job if things were taken in the wrong way, and they could repeat the semester or even have their work in your class be null and having to take a new course entirely, if not even being kicked out.
Thereâs a minute of silence between the two of you, the air is thick and you wonder if you should have been softer in your delivery as you watch them process your words.
It takes them a while, you decide to give them the time because you have indeed noticed how theyâd seem to grow ever so attached to you and they might take this a bit too personally, but youâre soon starting to grow increasingly uncomfortable as the silence continues.
Youâre about to say something again, try to soften the blow with some generic encouragement about how theyâll do well regardless of you being their tutor or not, when you hear them chuckle softly under their breath.
Youâre taken aback, your eyes widen in surprise and you unconsciously lean back into your chair, but that seems to have further encouraged their laughter as soon theyâre covering their face with the back of their hand as they double over in laughter.
Itâs strange but you decide to give them a few seconds to regain their composure, maybe this was a nervous habit? Youâd heard of people whoâd laugh when anxious, but youâd never seen something so theatrical.
They slowly sit back up, wiping tears from their eyes as a few chuckles escape their smiling lips. They havenât fully calmed down but seem to be making an effort to continue the conversation nonetheless.
âAh, professor,â your last name tumbles from their lips in a joyous manner but their eyes look icy as they stare at you, their voice feels more aggressive even if the words came out from a smile, âdonât be so ridiculous, I think things are working pretty well as they are, I have no desire to change our⊠relationship.âÂ
Youâre taken by surprise, their word choice feels odd and purposeful, but you insist regardless.
âThere is no relationship between us,â you state, âI am your professor, do you understand? That means that if I say your tutoring is over, itâs over; I have been going easy on you and helping you out but do not misinterpret my intentions, you are my student and thatâs where our acquaintanceship ends. If you think youâll continue needing help, Iâm certain our TA will be more than glad to step up and help you out.â Â
They smile as they take their phone out of their pocket and your stomach drops for a second, wondering what on earth they could have there. They slide it towards you after unlocking it, theyâre carefree in their handling of the device and your nerves start to rise, a gut wrenching feeling settles in your stomach, you donât really understand what youâre seeing at first but once you do you feel your blood run cold.
You donât even realize theyâve walked behind your chair, too focused on the picture of your naked body cuddling up to their equally nude form. Theyâre smiling, tenderly caressing your bare shoulders, embracing your body in such a loving manner it looked like you were lovers. When⊠When did they take this?Â
Your voice is shaking but they donât answer you, instead opting to crouch beside you and show you the hundreds of incriminating pictures themselves.
They start telling you a story based on the pictures, the one they seemed to be telling you even if you knew that everything they depicted was fake, about a promiscuous professor that seduced their student, coaxed them into a relationship and took advantage of their position to influence the student into falling in love with them.
You want to tell them it wonât work, threaten to call the dean or the campus police, but they quickly clear out any confusion; âWould anyone believe a student would seduce a teacher and that itâs not the other way around?â
You know exactly what they mean; youâre the professor, you hold the authority. You had never been able to put a stop to it because you had no idea what they were doing but that didnât matter, it was your word against theirs and they had âevidenceâ.
They seem proud of themselves too, telling you about all the ways they set up the rooms and photos to make sure they looked as real as possible. Theyâd taken their clothes and belongings over to your place in secret, made sure to apply makeup in the right places with the correct lighting, it seriously felt like an art theyâd perfected.
You ask them what they could possibly want, clearly it couldnât be only your tutoring if they were going this far. They smile and tell you they simply want a relationship with you, one that goes beyond a professor and a student; from that day onwards they wanted to be your lover.
You want to say no, but they remind you of the position youâre in; âYou know, Iâve got these backed up in a bunch of places, itâd be a shame if one leaked, right, professor?âÂ
You feel numb as they lock the door of your office and guide you on top of your desk, you barely even register them going down on you - stripping you naked and giving you oral. From that day onward, you were a prisoner to your own student.
Everyday, theyâd act like any other person taking your classes, going to college, making friends, as if when your work day ended they didnât torment you under the guise of love. Making themselves into your lover without your consent, as if you werenât their professor, as if they werenât your student. They celebrate your birthday and make you celebrate theirs, you go on dates outside of town so as to not be caught, there are times you almost forget the perverse nature of your relationship - but it always comes back to haunt you. They always come back to haunt you.
They make sure not to show any of the images to anyone for as long as theyâre going to the college. They need to keep an eye on you, make sure your looks and personality donât charm any other student - theyâd hate to get rid of their classmates due to your unknowing seduction. Theyâre so good at acting like they werenât bending you over your kitchen counter the minute they followed you home, youâd almost believe they were only your innocent, well meaning student if they didnât send you videos of you two fucking as extra-curriculum activities.  Â
They also take your courses religiously to make sure to always be in contact with you; you could never escape them, theyâll follow you home and come inside even if you try to shut the door behind you. Whenever you tried changing the lock they'd find a way to break in anyway, on campus theyâd sneakily follow you everywhere and harass you. Those who notice, the few that do, think of it as cute, an innocent puppy crush that would fade by next semester.Â
Itâs not until they gets their diploma three years later that they releases a drive full of the videos and pictures, making sure to add dates and location, everything to prove you were fucking a student. You were a whore of a professor seducing their students.
Youâre fired immediately and itâs not long until your friends and family cut contact with you for seducing a poor college student and using your power over them as leverage. Nobody wants to hire you, theyâd make sure to document every single dirty detail of your relationship so as to ruin your reputation until youâd be forced to turn to the only person who didnât turn their back on you.
You can only walk into their open arms as they suggest finally moving in together, possibly getting married, and maybe even having a couple of children now that they have graduated and received their degree.
But even through it all, they still have the audacity to call you their beloved âprofessorâ.Â

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