#also this is my first time responding to an ask

[dixonsbugaboo]

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦.

ꜱᴀᴊᴀ ʙᴏʏꜱ🎵

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 5 - 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯

Summary: Reincarnated in the body of a demon from the last film you saw before you died, you have decided to change the script of the story in your favour. But you didn't count on your presence in the story changing everything.

Warnings: slow burn, swearing, men, kind of a description of fainting, ooc (probably), cringe (surely), no proofread (oopsie)

Word count: 3200+

A/N: hey there! long time no see! I'm sorry, I got kinda busy and from now on it will take me some extra time to post :( (I have to look like a responsible adult, and as I started a new job I've got less free time to write). BUT I will definitely keep updating, don't worry about that! So, for my lovely and hungry readers, here you go, chapter 5!!

And again thank you for your comments, likes, reblogs and specially for those few who hit me in the directs, I love you guys! Let me know what do you think about how the story is going so far :)

ALSO: as some of you asked for, here is a reminder of the Saja Boys Korean names!

(Baby: Byeol / Abby: Sang / Romance: Dasom / Mystery: Minjun)

Ch. 4

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Every day you learn something new, right?

Well, that day you learned that the only way to keep the boys quiet, entertained, and pretending to be good people was to take them to a beauty salon. Which wasn't part of your plan, because you had never offered to take them to one before.

But since you were planning on going, and Romance had found out (and was apparently incapable of keeping a secret), now you were all going together as a happy family.

At first, the idea horrified you. It was exactly what you wanted to avoid. All you needed was a little time alone, relaxed, ALONE… but apparently that was impossible.

Your plan was to get your nails, maybe have a treatment to soften your skin… A gift from you to you.

Out of all the Saja Boys, the only one who hadn't insisted on accompanying you, and who had even argued that you deserved to make plans on your own, was Minjun. But, as the rest decided to turn a deaf ear, you decided that Minjun was the one who deserved to go the most (and the only one you would pay for whatever he wanted to do).

On the way there, you explained the possible treatments and services they could choose from. Abby had heard the term ‘laser hair removal’ and couldn't think of anything else (probably because of the word ‘laser’, because you knew he had no idea what 'hair removal' really involved), while Romance wanted a moisturising treatment on his face and hands to, according to him, rejuvenate himself by 200 years. Baby wasn't very interested in any of it, but he wouldn't say no to a massage, and neither would Jinu. Minjun, on the other hand, had decided that he wanted to do whatever you were going to do.

… so now you were sitting in a chair with your feet soaking and Minjun sitting silently in the chair next to you doing God knows what on his mobile phone.

At least you were at ease.

Across from Minjun was an elderly lady also getting a pedicure who kept glancing at the boy out of the corner of her eye.

"Excuse me, young man," she said suddenly, getting your attention and making him look up from his mobile phone and turn towards her. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

.... what

WHAT DID YOU SAY, MADAM?

Minjun slowly shook his head and turned his attention back to his mobile phone. You managed to see the screen for a split second and discovered that he was playing Subway Surfers.

"You see," continued the old woman, as if the demon hadn't just turned away and clearly given up on the conversation. "My granddaughter must be about your age and she's single too… and you're so handsome… would you like me to introduce you?"

This time, Minjun turned to you. He tilted his head to one side, and then you understood exactly what was going on: he had no idea how to respond to the gossipy old woman without being rude.

"He's gay," you replied bluntly. "He's my best gay friend. Please leave him alone. Not only is he gay, but he also has social anxiety," you said as you scribbled something in your notebook.

Minjun opened his mouth to complain, but seeing that the woman had turned redder than a strawberry and had decided not to get involved with them any further and to stop talking to them, he decided to let it go. You had already explained to him what little white lies were, and he understood perfectly that this situation must be one of them.

Because you knew he wasn't gay, right?

As soon as you both finished your pedicures, you moved on to the manicure: your favourite part. You chose a pastel shade to match what they would be wearing for their debut, and Minjun opted for a design with pastel pink and lilac nails, without any decorations.

You thought it was adorable how he watched the whole procedure in complete silence, his mouth slightly open. You had learned the hard way that there were no beauty salons in hell, so you were pretty sure Minjun had never seen a place like this before, neither experienced a cute manipedi.

While you were getting your manicures in silence, Baby had decided it was time to confront Jinu… in the massage room.

"I didn't know you and (Y/N) got along so well, Jinu," he began. His voice sounded slightly muffled as he lay face down on a massage table.

"That's because we don't," replied Jinu, lying on the table next to him.

The masseuses had left them to rest and let their skin absorb the oils used during the massage, so they were alone there.

"So, what were you doing with her on the street yesterday?" he asked, clenching his hands tightly. "It's not for nothing, but you looked like a couple."

Byeol didn't quite understand, or didn't want to understand, why it bothered him so much. But when he saw you on the street the previous afternoon, on his way back from shopping… and then he saw Jinu… something inside his chest tightened.

And he didn't like how he felt at all.

When he saw you, happy, listening to music and drinking something that looked like real junk, he had thought about crossing the street with Minjun and saying hello. After all, you were more than just partners, weren't you? You were his personal critic and proofreader.

But then, you bumped into Jinu… and…

Just thinking about it made his hands sweat.

How Jinu grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. How he came close to you as if he was going to smash his face into yours. How he drank from your drink…

And how you stood there completely still, maybe even terrified.

If that was Jinu's way of teasing you, Byeol didn't find it funny at all. It wasn't the same when Dasom did it as when he did. It was completely different.

He felt Jinu tense up beside him.

"Nothing. We ran into each other by chance and I wanted to tease her a little. Nothing new, right?"

"Jinu…" Byeol had so many questions. He had so many things he wanted to say, but at the same time, he didn't dare to. "You should stop teasing her like that."

That comment hit Jinu like a bucket of cold water.

Why should he stop teasing her when everyone else did? Besides, it wasn't teasing in a mean way… just jokes. You did it too, back to them. Why was it wrong now?

"Tomorrow we'll become public figures, Jinu. And (Y/N) has explained to us a hundred times that we can't be seen in public with girls in that… way. It could cause a stir and ruin our reputation. I'm not going to let you throw away all the effort we've put in so far."

"But you know she doesn't count. She's our manager."

"No," Baby denied, rising slightly from the table to get a better look at Jinu, whose back was tense. "She's our producer. And rumours are rumours, Jinu. You should know that by now."

He got up from the table, holding the towel that covered him from the waist down tightly, and ruffling his hair in frustration, he left the room and headed for the dressing room.

He didn't want to argue with his friend, but he didn't want him to hurt you. You were his… friend? You were something. Something to him… and he didn't want you to get hurt. You were responsible, strong and independent, but no one is made of stone. And he was aware of how Jinu looked at you when you weren't paying attention… and he didn't like it.

He didn't like that it could change the course of the plan. It was a distraction.

He didn't like that he treated you like a toy, like a joke, even after spending so much time with you. He couldn't deny that teasing you was fun, but… he was starting to see that playing with you like that could end badly.

And he didn't want to lose you.

Abby limped out of the waxing salon. Although he had loved the futuristic glasses he had been given to wear during the laser treatment, from then on it had been a bit of a nightmare. At what point had he decided he wanted to have the damn laser done all over his body? Even the soles of his feet were stinging.

When he got to the reception area, only Baby and Romance were there. Jinu didn't take long to arrive, but instead of waiting for Mystery and you, he paid what he owed and left. He didn't look relaxed at all, if we are being honest.

Shortly after, Myst and you showed up. You were talking to him very animatedly and gesturing a lot to show off your new nails, and he just listened to you and nodded occasionally, his full attention on you.

To him, specially today, you looked extremely cute.

On the way back to the flat, the boys walked ahead, chatting animatedly about their experiences at the salon (and traumas, according to Abby), while you, lagging a little behind, checked the notifications on your mobile phone. You already had the website for the Saja Boys fanbase ready, a lightstick designed… all that was left was for tomorrow to arrive without too many ups and downs.

Which you should have known was asking too much.

"Excuse me," said a voice next to you that you didn't recognise.

When you looked up from your phone, you found yourself face to face with a stranger. He was young and quite handsome, but nothing compared to the five Greek gods you unfortunately lived with and who tested your patience every day.

"Do you need anything?"

"Yes," he said with a smirk, "your number."

Mentally, you short-circuited. What was this idiot thinking? You couldn't hit him, that was wrong… (even if it was the solution you had come up with for your problems with the Saja Boys).

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested right now…"

"Are you sure? I think we could… get along really well." He finished his remark with a wink and stood in front of you, abruptly blocking your way.

The boys realised something was going on when they saw you weren't walking behind them anymore, and their suspicions were confirmed when they saw the look of disgust on your face as some unknown guy was talking to you. Was he… hitting on you?

"Look…" you began, searching for a valid excuse. The two best ones were always that you were interested in women or that you already had a boyfriend. "I have a boyfriend… and…"

"And…?" asked the boy as he raised his hand towards your face.

Shit. You should have chosen the lesbian option.

Baby and Romance tensed up, ready to jump at his throat in your defence (he was clearly breaking the first rule), and Abby stepped forward with his fists clenched, ready to land a right hook on his jaw… but before the stranger could lay a hand on you, Mystery appeared at your side, quick as a flash, and stepped between you and the stranger, wrapping an arm protectively around your shoulders.

"Sorry, mate. But I AM her boyfriend, and I'd appreciate it if you left her alone."

The stalker's eyes widened when he saw him so close to you, hugging you without you doing anything to stop him.

"Oh," was all he said, slowly taking his hand away.

"I do not share, sorry" said Myst, hugging you a little harder.

Your heart was racing. Without using violence, defending yourself wasn't that easy as you thought… You were grateful to Myst for helping you, but standing there, so close to him, with his arm around you, holding you steady and safe (making you feel safe and sound even though you knew perfectly that he was indeed a DEMON)… you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and you felt an overwhelming urge to hug him back.

He had never been so close to you, and he had done it to defend you from a jerk… (although you could have quickly settled the matter with a right hook to the jaw, Abby style). You were grateful.

Seeing that the stranger was still standing there, looking back and forth between the two of you, Mystery… barked at him. Like an angry dog.

Startled, the stranger turned and ran down the street, embarrassed and frightened, away from you.

You couldn't help but laugh as you patted him on the back.

"It's over, it's over," you said, "the bad guy's gone, shhh," you stroked his head to stop him from barking, growling and wriggling "good boy, good boy. You deserve a treat."

"Hey, I want some love on my hair too!" Abby shouted with her arms crossed. "And I want a treat too!"

You gave them a smile. A sincere one.

Even though they drove you crazy… even though they were ruthless little devils… they were all you had in this new life. And you were grateful for that.

"You know what? Let's finish relaxing in the best place in the world, the bathhouse! A treat for all of us!"

You had to explain what a bathhouse was and why they were so amazing… and you also had to make it very clear that you would have to bathe separately, and that they had to behave while you weren't watching them. You made them swear that under no circumstances would they enter the women's bathhouse. Not to snoop around, not to steal souls, not to look for potential fans, not for any excuse they could come up with.

You left Baby in charge, because you trusted him to be the one who could most easily keep the rest under control.

"By the way, guys, where's Jinu?"

Baby shrugged, briefly recalling their conversation.

"He took off, who knows where," said Romance.

"But… can we go to the bathhouse without him? We don't even know if he'll be back," added Abby playing with his fingers.

You nodded with a smile.

"Sure, let's go."

As you entered the women's bathhouse, your hair tied up and wrapped in a towel, your torso covered by another, you instantly relaxed. The warmth, the scent of essential oils… That was probably one of the things you missed most about the human world.

You cleansed yourself, washing away the sweat of the day, and then proceeded to step into a bath when…

…why did those two girls sound so familiar?

Your heart sank and your head began to spin as you tried to understand where you had gone wrong.

This couldn't be happening.

Mira and Zoey were up to their necks in one of the bathtubs, talking in low voices about how disastrous Golden's presentation had been because Rumi had left. They were worried about her, they didn't know where she had gone… but what were they doing there?

Then you understood.

Since Rumi was the main character, you never knew what Zoey and Mira had been doing since Rumi disappeared until she returned to the HUNTR/X tower. And how lucky you were to discover that they had decided to go relax in the baths… the same ones you had decided to go to.

You looked down at your arms, where some of your patterns glistened from time to time. It was imposible to hide them.

Right there, with them, you were like a walking target. It wouldn't be difficult for them to recognise you as a demon (because technically you were one), you wouldn't have time to explain yourself (and you didn't really know how to), and as much as you liked to solve things with violence, you weren't the one to defend them. They were too strong for you. You turned away discreetly, trying to avoid them at all costs. You didn't know when they would come out, so running to the changing room was out of the question…

If only your demonic power was as strong as the boys' and you could teleport…

Suddenly, you had a revolutionary idea. A good way to hide was to use steam. And what better place for that than the sauna? Even if they came in, it would be difficult for them to make out your patterns in all the steam… so you decided to get into the sauna, even if it was just to stall for time until they left the bathhouse.

You were dying to talk to them, but it wasn't the right time or place. And you didn't want to end up dead (again) because of something as silly as making new friends.

So you opened the sauna door and decided that, even if you had to wait for them to leave before you could take a bath, at least you could relax in the humid heat…

The minutes passed, and you couldn't tell if they were still in the bathhouse or had already left. The temperature in the room rose, and you sweated more and more. A couple of stray strands of hair that had escaped from your towel now stuck to your face, the back of your neck and your back. You tried to take a deep breath, to calm down and think.

You were afraid to go out and run into them.

You were afraid of screwing up in such a stupid way after all your effort… besides, you weren't ready to abandon the Saja Boys like this. You hadn't solved anything yet, damn it. You hadn't changed anything yet. You needed time.

You just had to hold on a little longer. You tried to control your breathing and your heartbeat, which was slowing down. Dangerously.

A little longer… just a little longer…

Your head was starting to hurt from the heat and dehydration. Black spots swirled around the edges of your vision, clouding your sight slightly.

Just a little longer…

When you get out, you'd dive into the bath, drink two litres of water… Cold, cold water...

But if you held on a little longer… would you be able to stand up? To walk to the exit?

You threw your head back, trying to find the air that was missing from your lungs. Everything was burning. You were very hot, thirsty, tired… your vision began to blur. Your head was spinning…

You couldn't faint. If you fainted and HUNTR/X was still there, you'd be finished. And it would all have been for nothing.

You tried to rub your eyes with your hands, but you were starting to lose the strength to lift them.

You had to get out of there.

Right now.

If you didn't, the result would be the same as if Zoey or Mira saw your patterns.

How long had you been in there?

You had been there too long… too long…

Your head was spinning round and round and round…

Everything became blurry… and slowly your vision darkened.

You tried to get up, but your body tilted to one side, falling onto the bench, as you lost consciousness.

That had clearly been a terrible idea.

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Ch. 6

A/N: SO! WHAT DO YOU THINK? HOW IS READER GOING TO GET OUT? IS SHE GOING TO GET FOUND OUT? We'll find out in the next chapter!! (already working on it btw). Is she going to save herself or... is somebody... going to help her? 👀 What do you think is going to happen? hehehehe

Hope you like it as much as the previous chapters! Can't wait to read you back my dear readers <3

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[lovji]

Perfectionist

G!P Professor!Sophia x Fem!Reader

You just wanted your grade fixed, that’s it. But somehow, you ended up in your professor’s office after hours, stuck in a conversation that feels a little too personal, a little too intense… and way more complicated than it should be.

cw: age gap, degrading, praising (ironic ik), sophia is lowk manipulative, reader is a virgin, breeding, creampie, blowjob, deepthroat, pussy eating & rubbing, a bit of slapping, overstimulation, begging, & more. wc: 8.04k

note: this is lowk not proofread and its my first on this blog but i hope u guys enjoy LOL also sorry this is kinda filthy...

You sat in the cafeteria, your fingers absently tracing the creases of your most recent grade report for General Physics. The sounds of lunch hour buzzed around you — metal trays clattering, overlapping voices, bursts of laughter — but it all seemed to blur into background noise. Your focus remained locked on the single letter printed on the paper in front of you: B.

Not even a B+. A flat, bitter, almost mocking B.

This wasn’t right. It couldn’t be.

You were a top student. An academic perfectionist. You had practically made academic validation of your personality at this point — and General Physics was no exception. You had revised the basics, read ahead, memorized every formula, and anticipated every quiz. You contributed in class religiously, always offering answers when no one else dared to. You were, without exaggeration, doing everything by the book. And yet, you still ended up… average.

You clenched the grade report in your fist, crumpling it slowly as if it would erase what it said. The paper bent and creaked, echoing how you felt inside. Crushed, cornered, and humiliated.

Professor Sophia Laforteza had been a pain in your academic side from day one. Elegant and sharp-tongued, she made it her mission to crush egos in front of the class with her famously brutal grading rubric and impossible-to-please attitude. You still remembered the first time you asked her a question, a harmless inquiry about vector directions, and she responded with an eye-roll, a smirk, and a lecture that made the entire class laugh at your expense.

You never forgot that moment. And it felt like she hadn’t either. Since then, she watched you, not in a neutral, teacherly way, but with something colder, more scrutinizing. And now, despite your relentless efforts, she gave you the same grade she gave slackers who barely showed up.

You couldn't let anyone see this. Especially not your parents. They’d cut your allowance again. No more takeout nights. No more gym membership. Maybe even fewer meals altogether. 

You spotted your friends weaving through the sea of students, maneuvering carefully around crowded tables and swinging backpacks, trays of food balanced in their hands. Laughter trailed in each step they took, a feeling of familiarity you would never get sick of. Manon — your best friend, plopped down on the seat beside you, gently resting her food tray on the table, while Megan, Yoonchae, and Lara sat on the long bench adjacent to yours.

 As the girls sat down and before they could notice, you hurriedly stuffed the crumpled piece of paper back into your bag, jamming it in between your textbooks and other essentials, burying your humiliation with it. Of course, no one needs to know about this. They shouldn’t. You need to maintain your perfect composure. That’s how people always view you. Composed, responsible, and smart. Someone they were willing to count on. You couldn’t even imagine how disappointed and judgmental others would be if they found out you were failing such a class. Just thinking about it sent a shockwave of embarrassment jolting through your nerves.

“You okay?” Manon tilted her head. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”

“You look bamboozled,” Megan teased, a laugh escaping her lips and infecting the group. You forced a laugh too, brittle and hollow.

“Yea, yea! I don't know why, but I just feel a little tired today. Maybe it’s because I slept late last night. Couldn’t fall asleep for some reason.” Lie after lie. You weren’t tired. You didn’t sleep late. You in fact passed out right as you hit the bed at 8PM. Staying up late? What’s that?

“You sure? We literally asked you if you wanted to call last night and you replied at like 8PM saying you were literally dead from destroying your legs at the gym and cleaning your dorm all night…” Lara tilted her head in doubt. Whoops. Perhaps you’re not such a good liar.

“Yup,” Yoonchae added. “And you haven’t opened the group chat since.”

“Oh! Uh…” You fumbled for an excuse, eyes darting. “I was, um, watching that new Netflix show? The one that’s trending right now?” Another lie. You hadn’t opened Netflix in weeks.

“Didn’t know you were into shows,” Manon raised a brow.

“Anyways—” you blurted out, desperate to shift the topic. “Did you guys get your physics grades back?” You were curious as to how your other friends felt about their results. Maybe Professor Laforteza was really just a bitch who didn’t wanna give anyone a good grade. No way anyone else got a higher grade than you.

“Oh, yeah!” Megan beamed. “Even though I flunked that last quiz, I got a B- overall!”

“I got a B,” Yoonchae said with a shrug. “Not mad. I didn’t really care about that class.”

“I got an A- somehow,” Lara smirked. “No clue how. I’ve slept through, like, three lectures.”

“I was late to every single one,” Manon gasped. “Still got a B+. Wild.” She giggled. “How about you, Y/N?”

Your mouth went dry. What? You worked harder than all of them — hell, harder than most people — and they were getting similar or better grades for doing the bare minimum?

Your throat tightened. Your eyes stung.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

You took a sharp breath, plastering on a strained smile. “I’d… prefer not to say.”

Lara rolled her eyes, laughing. “Come on, we all know you got an A+. You always do! You’re, like, terrifyingly smart.”

“Huh? Don’t even mention it,” you chuckled weakly, trying to wave it off, but your voice cracked — panic barely concealed.

You quickly turned to your phone, pretending to scroll through apps. You opened Instagram. Closed it. Opened your Notes app. Typed a random letter. Deleted it. You weren’t even pretending to text anymore — just trying to look busy enough to avoid conversation.

What the fuck is going on? What am I doing wrong?

The laughter continued, quieter now, but you still heard your name once or twice. Then: Daniela.

Manon scoffed. “Of course Daniela got an A+.”

Your eyes shot up from your phone. Your jaw clenched. Your academic rival. Always trying to one-up you. And now she’d won.

“She always does. Have you not seen how Prof. Laforteza looks at her?” Megan laughed. “They’re basically eye-fucking the whole lecture.”

Your head snapped up. “What?”

You looked around. Everyone else was frozen too, processing what Megan just said.

Megan’s grin faded. “Wait… you guys didn’t know?”

Yoonchae leaned forward, brows raised. “Know what?”

Megan hesitated, then lowered her voice. “You know… the thing. Between Prof. Laforteza and Daniela.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, curiosity prickling despite yourself.

Megan scanned the room nervously. “Don’t tell Daniela I said this. Seriously. But apparently, they’ve been… seeing each other.”

Lara gasped. “No fucking way.”

“That’s what she told me. They meet in her office. After hours.”

“Are you telling me they’re fucking?” Manon said bluntly.

“I—I don’t know!” Megan whisper-shouted. “That’s what people are saying. But it’s not just Daniela.”

Megan leaned in closer. You all followed, your heads almost touching over the middle of the table.

“She’s been rumored to be sleeping with other students too. Including—” she paused, locking eyes with you “—you.”

Silence fell.

“What?” You could barely get the word out. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Your voice was sharp now. Angry. Betrayed. “I’m not like that. I’m not Dani. I work for my grades.”

“We know,” Yoonchae said quickly. “But, this is all starting to make perfect sense. This explains why Dani got away with turning in that data report late last month! She was literally, like, 2 weeks late into turning it in, and Prof. still accepted it! Which already sounds crazy enough, but catch this — she gave Dani full marks as well! Zero deductions for late submission.”

Lara nodded. “And honestly? She does stare at you a lot, Y/N. Like… a lot.”

“I don’t think you’re like that,” she added quickly. “But I get why people talk.”

You sat there, stunned. Humiliated. Angry. Confused. You hadn’t noticed Laforteza’s eyes on you. But now? The looks. The subtle smiles. The comments. Were they normal? Were they inappropriate? You didn’t know anymore.

You looked at your friends. At the laughter that had faded. At the rumors now etched into the air.

You needed time to think about this.

The clock on your desk glared back at you: 11:13 PM. The room was dim and suffocatingly quiet, lit only by the golden pool of light cast by your desk lamp. Its warmth barely touched you. Most of the glow clung to the wood of your desk, highlighting the chaos you'd created. Crumpled notes, thick textbooks flung open to unread pages, assignments with messy annotations, highlighters bleeding across margins like battle scars. Some pages barely hung onto the edge of the table, others had already fallen, scattered carelessly across the floor like discarded thoughts.

The bluish light from your laptop screen painted your skin with a sterile, ghostly hue. You blinked at it, eyes heavy, throat tight. The same physics lecture was open. Again.. This had to be the fifth time tonight. Or maybe the sixth. It didn’t matter. The words didn’t make sense anymore. Equations swam, graphs twisted, sentences lost their structure the moment you tried to make sense of them.

With a sharp exhale, you slammed the laptop shut. The sound echoed louder than expected in the still room. You leaned back in your chair, head thrown against the backrest, a guttural grunt escaping your throat half frustration, half exhaustion. Your hands rose to your face, covering your eyes, then slid up into your hair, gripping it with trembling fingers. You twisted at the roots, pulling, almost hoping the sting would snap you out of this spiral.

But it didn’t.

Instead, your mind pulled you deeper into it.

Megan’s voice rang in your head again, as clear as if she were sitting in the room with you. “She’s been rumored to be sleeping with other students too. Including—” she paused, locking eyes with you “—you.”

The grip on your hair tightened with each thought.

Your grades. Dani’s perfect score. The stares. The rumors.

The way Prof. Laforteza looks at you in class. Was there really something?

You push yourself away from your desk, another frustrated grunt spilling from your lips. You flopped down onto your bed, snagging your pillow and bringing it close to your chest. Your hands tremble a little. It wasn’t even the grade anymore. It was everything else that came with it. The pressure. The unfairness. The humiliation. The disappointment.

You weren’t the type of girl who slept her way to a better grade. You were diligent. Your parents raised you well. Everyone knew that. Or at least, you thought they did.

But now? You could feel your reputation cracking.

You nestled into the pillow, letting out a sharp breath. You bit your lip, trying to fight back the tears. You didn’t wanna cry. Your parents taught you not to. They told you to be strong.

You propped up on your bed, determined to fix this. Determined to fix yourself.  You were gonna do something about this.

You weren’t gonna let Prof. Laforteza get away with this.

You stood in front of Prof. Laforteza’s office door, heart thumping so loud you could feel and hear the vibrations in your chest. Your fingers again fiddled with the now crinkled grade report held in your hand. You need to be strong.

Inhaling bluntly, you hovered your fist over the door, hesitating for a moment.

Knock.

One beat. Two.

You heard the footsteps inside the room getting closer and closer to you. The handle turned.

And there she was. Professor Laforteza. She was suited in her usual dark blazer, the collar popped just slightly like always, with the top two buttons unbuttoned — which was not so usual, her expression completely blank. Unusually, her hair was let loose today. Perhaps because she didn’t have any formal lectures today.

“Y/N,” she said in a monotone voice. “Didn’t expect to see you today. Did I perhaps call you to my office?”

“No,” you answered firmly, stepping into her office as if it was your own. “I’m here to talk to you about something.”

“Hm,” she pouted in curiosity, nodding her head as she shut the door behind you with a quiet click.

Locked.

You felt your breath hitch silently. Why did she lock it?

Her office was surprisingly not well organized, which was quite surprising for someone like her. You could even call it messy. You felt a look of disgust creep up onto your face.

Did her and Dani fuck before you came here?

Does that explain the loose hair? The unbuttoned top? The messy desk? Fucking disgusting.

She walked back to her desk and sat back on her chair. “So, what are you here for?” She flashed a sweet smile at you. How cunning.

You dropped your grade report onto her desk, facing her. “I wanna talk about this.” You said as you crossed your arms.

She looks at the paper. Blink. Looks back at you. Blink. “Your grade?” She lets out a chuckle.

Why was she chuckling? She was starting to get on your nerves. Again.

“No,” you sounded disappointed. “The one you gave me.”

That made her raise an eyebrow. She stood up, picked up the grade report, squinted her eyes, staring closely at it. “You’re not satisfied with a B?”

“Why should I be?” You bit.

“You’re aware that I hold high standards?”

“I’m aware that you play favorites.” You snap back.

She looks straight up at you, putting the paper back onto the desk.

“I’m aware that Daniela passes everything late, yet she gets a perfect score, every single time.” You said. “Must be magic, right?”

She couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t find the right words.

And then she laughed, very lightly. “What are you trying to say, Y/N? I suggest you speak to me very carefully.”

“I don’t care. Because I’m not here to beg, I’m here to give you an option.”

She leans in on the desk, crossing her arms. “Are you threatening me?” She snickered.

“If I was, would you report me?” You tilted your head at her, raising your eyebrows. “Oh wait, that would cause — other things to come out, wouldn’t it?” A cunning smile forms on your lips. This was going your way perfectly.

There it was. You saw it. A glimpse of dismay in her eyes.

She blinked. “You’re bluffing.” She said while scoffing.

You took a step closer. “Try me.” You threatened. “Fix the grade. Or the principal gets a little anonymous email.”

Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip, smirking. Something you paid close attention to. “You’re playing with fire, Y/N. Come meet me in my office at 7 PM after class hours. I’ll sort something out for you.”

You weren’t sure what you expected. Perhaps a detention notice? Or maybe even a slap to the face.

Certainly not that. Not her leaning into you like that. Not that devilish smirk. Not the way your name rolled off her tongue like it was a sin. 

You gulped nervously, almost breaking your composure. “Fine, seven.” You stared at her.

“I do hope you’re being serious about sorting this out.” You added, trying to regain your confidence, lifting your chin up.

Prof. Laforteza didn’t reply. She simply smiled and started organizing the papers on her desk. Dismissed. You didn’t give the satisfaction of giving her a second glance or another word as you walked out the door. But the second it shut behind you. You could feel it. There was a heat clinging to your neck, your ears, and your jaw. They way her eyes lingered for a second too long. 

You now knew what others were talking about.

It’s 7:05 PM. The hallways are dimly lit and empty. The fluorescent lights above buzz softly, flickering just enough to make the silence feel heavier. Outside Prof. Laforteza’s office, the door looms like a line you’re not sure you should cross. But you do.

Your hand wraps around the handle,cool to the touch. You twist it slowly. The door gives a faint creak.

She’s there. Exactly where you expected her to be.

Seated at her desk, eyes down, pen in hand, papers spread in front of her with clinical precision. She looks up, calm, collected, and her gaze finds yours like it always does: too directly. Too intimately. You can't tell if it’s meant to disarm you or expose you.

Her lipstick is still that rich, velvety maroon from earlier, but you can tell she just reapplied it. There’s a fresh sheen, a new sharpness at the edge of her cupid’s bow.

The lights in the room are low. No ceiling light, just the amber pool of her desk lamp, casting golden illuminations across her face. Everything else fades into the warm gloom: her bookshelves, the filing cabinets, the locked drawer you’ve always wondered about.

She doesn’t speak yet.

She just lifts the glass in her left hand, amber liquid swirling inside. Definitely not water. She holds your gaze over the rim as she takes a sip.

“Five minutes late,” she finally says, voice low, casual. But there’s an edge. A challenge. She sets the glass down.

You speak without thinking. “You said seven.”

You step in and shut the door behind you.

Click.

Silence, except for the faint ticking of the wall clock.

“Lock it.” She said again.

You didn’t wanna lock it, for obvious reasons. But you also didn’t wanna talk back, for an unknown reason.

The sound of the door locking was far too loud for your liking. It was almost deafening to your ears.

“Sit,” She ordered again.

The leather chair across from her desk was cold against your bare legs. You were still in your casual plaid skirt from earlier this day. You tried to hold her gaze. But you couldn’t. Something was off in the atmosphere of this room. The way she looked at you, it made something in your stomach coil.

“I believe you came here with demands?” she said softly, tracing the rim of her glass with her index finger.

You gulped. “I want the grade fixed. I know about you and Dani. It wouldn’t take much for a tip-off to land on the principal’s desk.” You threatened, trying to sound confident.

She chuckled softly, somehow alluring. “Ah. Blackmail? How… adolescent of you.” She mocked.

You felt threatened. “Don’t try to play smart. I’m serious.”

She stood, unhurried. Slowly took her time, step by step to walk from behind her desk towards you. Her gaze never left yours. 

“You’re serious, huh?” She mocked your statement, grinning as if it amused her. “Tell me, Y/N, do you actually think you’re the first person to come here and try to corner me?

You clenched your fist. You felt yourself starting to fall apart. You didn’t know what to say.

She got closer to you. She leaned in forward over the back of your chair, her plump lips ever so close to your ears. You didn’t flinch, but your breath certainly did hitch.

“Hm. You really think I'd risk everything for some naive little girl with a bruised ego over a B flat?” She whispered sensually. You could feel her warm breath on your ear.

Fuck. What was happening? You were failing.

She moved, circling around you, brushing a hand along your shoulder as she walked past.

At her filing cabinet, she plucked out a folder and opened it as she returned back to her desk. “Hm, your academic record,” she mused, with an impressed look on her face. “Every essay. Every grade. Every late night. You’re a perfectionist, honey, and it shows.”

You tense up at the nickname. You start to feel your chest tighten, and your breathing gets heavier. Why did you feel like this? Was she making you feel like this?

She looks back at you again, leaning against her desk with palms resting on the edge. “Do you know what I find most fascinating about perfectionists, Y/N?

You couldn’t give her a response.

“They break easily.”

Her words hit like a punch to the gut.

She tilted her head. “So… what now? You threaten me. I call your bluff. You leak your little secret. I deny it. Daniela denies it. And then what?” She gasps mockingly. “You get dragged in too. For tampering, for false accusations, for harassment."

This wasn’t going as planned at all. You felt terrible. You felt stupid.

You didn’t think this through. 

Just as you thought you got to the worst part of the night.

Prof. Laforteza took a step forward. Slow and deliberate. “But you’re not really mad about the grade, are you?” Her voice dropped, a smirk formed on her face as she looked down on you. “You’re mad because you’re not my favorite.” She reached out to hold your chin, gently forcing you to look up at her.

She caressed the top of your chin.

You didn’t know how to feel. You felt like you were being hypnotized.

“Sweet, bright, diligent Y/N…” She continued to caress as gently as possible, giving you a pitiful pout. “You envy Daniela. But not because she’s top of the class.”

She leaned in on your ear, her breath hot and careful. “You want the attention I give her. You want it so badly it’s driving you to this.” She chuckled. “Isn’t that pathetic?”

You couldn’t find the words. There was nothing in your head. Yes, it definitely wasn’t a lie that you were extremely jealous of Dani, but not for this reason. Perhaps Professor Laforteza was right. You could feel her fingertips grazing on your chin and how her hot breath felt on the side of your ear. It felt so — hot.

She pulled away, lips curled into a cruel, evil smile. “Am I wrong?”

Again, you couldn’t find the words. You felt like you were being teased. You hated this feeling, yet, something about it felt somehow exciting.

“You envy her,” she murmured, “but not because of the grade. No. You envy her place.”

The professor circled behind you now, deliberately close, her breath feathering against your neck. “The way I look at her. The way she makes me laugh.” A pause. “You want that same heat.”

Your voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “Stop.”

But Sophia wasn’t listening. She moved in front of you again, hands braced on either side of your body, you could feel the warmth of her palm on your shoulders. “Say it,” she said. “Say you want it too.”

The room was too quiet. Too heavy. Your heart beat like it was trying to escape your chest. 

“You’re so much more fun when you’re not pretending Y/N.” She leaned down, getting closer to your face each second. “Please, stop pretending.” Her nose was centimeters away from yours.

You bit your lip at the desperation in her voice. The way she talked to you. You knew she was manipulating you, but you played right into it. 

She placed her hand on the side of your neck, gripping lightly. The room felt so fucking heavy.

In the dim light, her lips softly pressed onto yours. You could feel the pressure of her kiss. You’ve barely tasted any of her, yet, you already felt intoxicated. You were frozen, unsure of what to do. You felt her lips relax. And then go in again, kissing you a bit harder this time. For the first time, still unsure, you kiss back. You can feel her hum into the kiss, growing more passionate.

She puts her hands on both sides of your waist, tugging you upwards to stand up. She lightly pushes you against the edge of her desk, knocking a few items here and there. Both of you are still holding the kiss, and each second it grows deeper and hotter. Unexpectedly, you felt a soft and wet organ dart at your lips, seeking entrance. You open your mouth, welcoming her warm tongue into your mouth. You could taste her drink. You couldn’t tell exactly what it was, but it was something sweet. Damn, it tasted good. Everything felt so hot. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

You were making out with your professor.

Professor Laforteza.  

Sophia broke the kiss for a moment. “I knew you’d give in.” She chuckled under her breath.

Fuck. You felt so defeated. But something about being defeated by Prof. Laforteza felt so good. Something about the way she handled the situation — the way she handled you, was so fucking hot. You’ve never felt anything like this. Hell, the last time you experienced anything remotely close to anything like this was when your first and last boyfriend tried to kiss you in 10th grade. You cringe at the memory.

Now, you have your professor pinning you against her desk. She goes back in for the kiss, a lot more hungry this time. Her big hands are dancing around your waist, each caress lighting you on fire. Her hands find their way towards your ass under your skirt, groping at both of your cheeks, making you hitch up into her touch and slightly moan into the kiss. Today was definitely the day to not wear safety shorts. You could feel her smirk through the kiss. You felt so good under her touch.

The kiss doesn’t bore you. She pulls out and kisses you gently on the jaw, tracing kisses over it. You take this chance to recover your breath. You then feel her lips nib on your neck, a lick across, and then a nice suck on your sensitive skin. You could feel the bruising of the warmth and tightness of the sensitive spot on your neck. It hurt so good.  You were already aching for more. She continued to suck on your neck while she started to unbutton your blouse with her eyes closed.

Damn. You couldn’t help but wonder how many other girls she did this to or, maybe how many times she has been in this exact same situation with Daniela. A wave of jealousy and insecurity hits you. But it didn’t matter right now, not when Sophia was undressing you. “Mmm, I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget about this moment, baby.”

There it is again. A nickname. Not that you were complaining though. You loved it. 

Now unbuttoned, she pulled your blouse off of your body, still nestling herself on the side of your neck. Her lips on your neck felt so tingly. It felt so addicting. It felt like a massage. She pulled away to get a look at your topless body.

“Fuck, I knew it. You’re so gorgeous.” She said as she unclasped your bra smoothly, as if she’s done it a million times before.

She wastes no more time and shoves her face into your boobs, sniffing the scent of your naked body and inhaling as much she could of you. She fondles your boobs, rolling your hard nipples in between each finger. You let out a gasp. You’ve never felt this before. It felt like you wanted to gush. She plants her tongue on your nipple, softly flicking back and forth while she tugged and pinched at the other one. She wholly takes it into her mouth, gently sucking at it while moaning, sending vibrations to your sensitive nubs, making you squirm in pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” you squeaked.

“Mhm, you like that? I bet no one’s ever made you feel this way, huh?” She said cockily.

She kept sucking on each of your tits, alternating back to back, making sure to give each an equal amount of attention. You could feel the dampness in your panties already. Every single one of your moves felt so dangerous.

Her hands find their way back under your skirt, but this time in the region of your pussy. She could feel everything. The moment she touched your panties, her hand too became wet.

“Already so wet, baby? We’ve barely even started yet.” She murmured deeply.

“C’mon, get these off.” She said as she rolled your panties off of you. She stared at them for a second, throwing them away the next. “Pink. How cute.” She teased you, making you look down and blush in embarrassment.

“My baby is so cute, hm?” She said as she kneeled down to get a better view of your pussy.

You tug at the hem of your skirt, attempting to take it off. She holds your hands tightly, “Nuh-uh, skirt stays on.” Looking at you with seriousness.

She gets back to business and props one of your legs up on top of the chair with the other on staying on the floor. Your pussy was all spread out for her to see, drenched in your fluids, all because of her. She grazes at your lips and at ever so slightly at your clit, earning a sharp gasp from you. She licks softly at you, making sure to savor your taste. She keeps giving long and slow licks up and down your pussy, long enough to keep you waiting, but to also make you frustrated. You boldly grab her head and attempt to push her face into your pussy, but immediately pull back when she gives you a hard slap on the thigh. It stung, and it scared you.

“Hey, don’t fucking touch me unless I say so.” She looks up at you with daring and controlling eyes, her hands and fingers gripping so hard on your thigh, to the point that it hurts.

“I-I’m sorry…” You could only apologize softly.

Tired of playing around, she dove back into your pussy, this time fully indulging herself in it. She licked in every crevice of your lips, and slightly shoved her tongue inside of you from time to time. She used two fingers to spread your lips and see how wet you really were for her. “Hm, you’re such a pretty baby. I wish you could see how swollen and wet your pussy was for me. It’s so fucking hot baby.” She said as she licked and nibbled on your sensitive clit. She kept violating you, each flick getting you closer and closer.

“Oh, Oh my God, keep going please. Please.” You begged in a high pitched tone.

And now she suddenly pulls away. It felt cold down there suddenly, and you were confused. You whined at the loss of contact.

“Not yet, you need to earn it, mkay?” She said while standing up, unzipping her black slacks.

You saw the big bulge creeping up on her underwear. So fucking big. And it looks so delicious. Your hand reaches down to the bulge and gives it a little squeeze and rub, which Sophia lets out a groan to.

“Get on your knees, hun.” She pushes you down.

She pulls down her boxers and the rest of her clothes with them, revealing her hard veiny cock. Her cock was so hard, it looked like the veins in it were about to burst. It was standing up fully, ready to take anything. “You see my dick baby? That’s how hard I am for you.” She said as she wrapped your hair into her hand to form a ponytail. “Open your mouth for me.”

You obeyed, gaping your mouth with your tongue slightly out. She slightly pushes your head down, keeping her filthy gaze on you. The moment the tip of her cock feels the warmth of your tongue, she can’t help but bite her lip and groan at the sight. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, baby.”

You try to take her whole dick, but it’s hard, seemingly because of how thick and long her dick is. You try to adjust your jaw to it first before moving too much, but Sophia gets a little impatient. “C’mon, what’re you doing?” She says as she pulls on your hair and makes you look at her. You take this as a sign to start your motion, bouncing your mouth back and forth on her hard cock.

You squeeze your hot mouth around her length, attempting to pleasure her. She groans in approval of it. Your hair is still wrapped around her hand, she suddenly tightens the grip and starts pushing and controlling your head more, making you slightly gag every time the tip of her cock reaches the back of your throat.

With each stroke, she gets more aggressive, seeking for more. She gets faster, and starts to push harder and deeper. “Prove to me that you can do it for me baby.” She says in a low grunt, suddenly pushing your head down as far as she could. Even then, you still couldn’t take all of her

Now, tears started to sting your eyes. You couldn’t help it, especially when her thick cock was lodged inside your throat. It was so big, it almost felt stuck, as if it was permanent. Sophia made you stay in that position for a moment. You looked up at her with tears in your eyes, mouth full of cock and she looked back down at you, eyes full of greed and pity.

Suddenly, she winds back her hips and thrusts forwards, banging your throat. You let out a gag as she assaults the back of your throat. Her being the sick person she is, could only chuckle to that. She keeps doing the same motion, each stroke gets harder and faster. 

By now, she was aggressively fucking your throat, throwing her head back and moaning. Thrusting into your mouth without mercy. Tears spilled from your eyes down to your cheeks, and drool was bubbling from your mouth from each thrust she took. “Ugh fuck baby, your throat feels so good, ngh. Don’t worry, you feel so much better than Daniela. You’re being such a good girl right now. Taking my cock so fucking good. You’re so fucking good for me, hm? It’s as if that little mouth of yours was made for my cock.” She moaned out as she fucked your mouth into oblivion. With every word she threw at you, you could feel your pussy dampen and clench on nothing.

“I’m gonna cum soon, baby, need you to take it like a good girl okay? Swallow it for me.”

Sophia suddenly pulled and started stroking her cock pointing at you at a swift speed. “Open that mouth for me baby, stick out that hot tongue.” She grunted deeply.

You obeyed, sticking out your tongue for your professor and looking into her eyes like a little whore. Sophia kept jerking herself, and soon enough, she came. Her hot strings of cum landed on your tongue. There was so much, it just kept going and going. Without a warning, she put the palm of her hand on the back of your head and shoved her dick back into your throat, having you fully take it as she kept unloading her hot semen into the back of your throat. “Oh fuck, that’s my good girl.” 

You felt yourself getting even more wet at her words. She unlodged her dick off of your mouth, softly slapping your cheek with her cock as she left out a small but hot chuckle, admiring how drunk you were from her cock.

She bends down, almost to your level, but just enough to be still above you. “You're such a good girl for me. Good job baby, I’m so proud of you.” She gives you a gentle kiss as slowly helps you up from the floor.

“Now get on the desk. Don’t think you’re getting away without me fucking that pussy.” She said deeply as she lifted you on top of her desk. As she propped you up, she spread your legs, having you set your feet on top of the desk as well. Thank God you were flexible. She leaned down to get a closer look at your pussy again. “I could stare at this all day baby, so beautiful, hm. Your clit is so swollen and your pussy looks so tight.” She whispers deeply.

You could do nothing but whine in response. What were you even supposed to say to that?

Sophia looks at you, “Are you a virgin?” She asks.

You look down, nodding slightly, flustered, not sure of how to answer the question without looking like an absolute loser.

“I knew it.” She said as she took another lick at your clit. She was slowly getting addicted to the taste of you, but she wasn’t complaining. She went back up to level your face and started kissing you again, lips attacking yours. Her tongue felt so warm and gentle, but also so aggressive and dominant. How was that even possible? 

You indulged yourself in her lips and tongue as she made your mouth her plaything, sucking and nibbling on both your lips and tongue. She pulls back and slowly strokes her cock. She was fully rock hard again. Her dick obviously aching for some more.

She lines up the tip of her cock to the entrance of your pussy, but before she puts it in, she smothers it in your wetness, smearing the tip of her cock all over your pussy, most especially rubbing it fast on your clit. In response, you squirm and writhe under her. You felt so sensitive after all the teasing and from how horny you were.

She responds to your reaction, “You like that baby? You like it when I play with your pussy using my cock?” She says teasingly as she spreads your lips to get a good view of your pussy, rubbing her fat tip on your clit and all over your pussy. At that moment, you felt like you wanted her cock inside of you already. It felt raw and vulgar. It feels so good, you start trembling under pressure, you bite your lip so hard it almost starts bleeding. You moan loudly like you’re not in your college campus.

“Oh my God, yes! Fuck!” You squirm out as Sophia keeps playing with your clit. You can feel it. You don’t know what, but you start to feel something brew in your gut, and before you know it, you start cumming on her bare tip. Your legs spasm as they start to close in on themselves as you let out a terribly loud moan. Your eyes roll back and you arch your back from all the pleasure. You just had your first real orgasm.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Sophia says abruptly as she slaps your cheek. “Who told you you could cum?” She raises her voice at you.

You look at her with shock and fear in your eyes. You didn’t even know you were about to cum. It was your first time. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” You whimpered like a poor puppy.

“I don’t care. For a virgin, you sure are a needy bitch.” She grunts as she spreads your legs fully and shoves her cock inside you.

You scream in pain and pleasure – mostly pain. After she rammed her dick inside you after one go. she stopped, letting you feel her cock just inside you. “Fuck, you really are so tight.” She chuckles, well excited for what she's about to experience.

You purse your lips and try not to cry. You tried to focus on the pleasure rather than the pain, and it was slowly working. You could still feel your orgasm wash out. Your pussy was too sensitive for this right now.

“Hm, can you feel me baby? You feel my big cock inside your pussy.” She asked teasingly in a high tone as she pouted at you.

You could only pout at her back and nod as you whimper.

“I’m gonna start moving a bit, okay my pretty girl?” She whispered softly as she slowly started to move her cock. You could feel it. You could feel everything. It felt so real. It felt so raw. 

“Oh fuck, you’re taking this dick so good. Holy fucking shit. So fucking tight f’me.” She moaned as she slowly moved in and out of you, watching her dick slowly disappear into your tight cave, swallowing her dick whole.

Soon eventually, the pain started to subside, and pleasure was all you could feel. She was all you could feel. Your professor. Sophia Laforteza.

She started to go at a faster, more average pace. “God, this pussy is so good. I can feel you tighten around me baby. You’re so fucking hot. So fucking beautiful.” She softly whispered as she fucked her cock into your tight cunt. 

You started to relax your body on the desk, letting Sophia take full control over you. She lifted your legs and pressed your knees down towards the sides of your chest, making sure she could fully immerse herself in you.

You could feel her big cock stretching you, hitting your g-spot, reaching you in places you didn’t even know existed. The more she thrusted into you, the more drunk and intoxicated you felt. It felt like all that mattered right now was her cock. 

She started to increase her pace. “Holy fuck! You like that, baby? Tell me how much you like it.” She grunted.

“Oh! Ngh, it feels so fucking good. I love your cock. ‘Can feel you fucking my pussy so good.” You whimpered loudly as your eyes hit the back of your head. Your words were almost incoherent. You didn’t even know you were capable of speaking like that.

Sophia was fucking your pussy like a monster. She held you by your hips, making sure you felt as full as ever. “That’s it baby, take that cock. What a good girl.” She praises.

She took this moment to admire the beautiful sight in front of her. One of her students, laid back onto her desk with their legs spread wide open, skirt lifted up high to reveal their pussy. Her cock splitting your pussy open as you moan like a bitch with each thrust of her rod. She bit down on her lower lip at the sight of your tits bouncing back and forth, occasionally tugging, twisting, and rubbing on your nipples from time to time.

The sound of her pelvis slapping your ass fills the room, with wet sticky sounds ricocheting across the walls. Your body writhed and convulsed beneath her, spasming when she reached with her finger to play with your clit.

“You gonna cum at the same time as me, okay pretty baby? I’m so close already. Let me see my pretty baby cum under my cock.” She says, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead and she kept her pace and consistency in fucking your now sore pussy. She fiddled with your clit, switching from pinching to tease you and rubbing it to stimulate you.

She continued to rub your clit in circles and all sorts of different motions, spitting on your pussy from time to time. The bundle of nerves on your pussy felt like heaven. You could feel that same brewing in your guts again. “Oh, ‘think I’m gonna cum!” you squeaked out loud as Sophia kept fucking your tight little pussy.

“That’s my girl. Where do you want me to cum, baby? Want me to cum inside you, huh?” She shouted as she slapped you cheek which turned you on even more.

The thought of her cumming inside you brought you even closer to your orgasm. Your pussy tightened at the thought. You loved the way she talked to you as if you were some whore for her dick. “Mmm, yes! Please cum inside me! Mph!” You weren’t thinking. You were intoxicated by her cock, completely. You moan out loud as she keeps working on abusing your clit while she rams her fat cock in and out of your sore and tired pussy. 

“Oh God, take this cum. Take my sperm, gonna pump that fucking semen inside of you. Fuck!” Her hips convulse, you can feel her dick reach the deepest part of your pussy, while her cock pulses and releases her hot semen into your cervix. The warm cum floods your entire pussy, coating your walls with sperm.

As she unloads her cum inside of you, her fingers still rub on your sensitive clit, and you reach your peak shortly after she reaches hers. You both cum at the same time, your pussy tightening around her cock as you cum and your body spasms while your back arches again. “Oh my fucking God, yes! Fuck! So good…” You moan as you both reach your high.

As Sophia is still unloading into you, she doesn’t find the need to stop rubbing your clit, or stop thrusting into your pussy. Your body was too tired to do anything. You felt incredibly overstimulated. All you could do was whimper and whine while trying to push her off. But it didn’t work, Sophia is too strong for that.

“What? I thought you wanted to cum? Isn’t that right? You came without permission earlier right?” Sophia teased with an evil grin.

You looked up at her with tears forming in your eyes, attempting to push her off again. But she doesn’t budge. You could feel the pain brewing in your clit from the overstimulation and the soreness of the insides of your pussy. “Please, it hurts…” You squirm.

“Nuh-uh, come on baby, I know you can cum one more time for me. Come be a good girl for me. I know you can, baby.” She whispered gently as she pulled her cock out of your pussy and started rubbing her tip on your clit again. As she was doing so, her cum escaped your pussy, fluids overflowing and flooding out onto the desk. “Hm,” She sighed disappointedly. 

She used the tip of her cock to scoop her cum from your worn out pussy. She flicked your clit back and forth with her fat tip, smearing her cum all over your pussy, using it as lubrication. “You like that baby? That’s what you like, right? When I rub this cock all over you pretty little clit?”

You could only nod and whimper in agreement. It hurt so much, but you could feel it again. As she rubbed his cock real fast on your clit, you came, for the third time today, screaming again, almost out of breath. Your legs shook and closed on impulse, pushing Sophia out of the way. She did nothing but laugh at your actions.

“How cute.” She chuckled as she petted your head.

You were so exhausted. It felt like your whole body was worn out, even though it was Sophia doing all the work. You didn’t even feel like getting up anymore. Your body was just fully limp on her desk.

She took this time to admire you, how beautiful your body and face really were. “You’re so gorgeous, Y/N.”

No response. Too exhausted. Just breathing heavily, looking up at the ceiling.

She held you by your back and lifted you up to sit so you could face her. “Are you okay?” She asked while wiping the sweat off of your face. You couldn’t tell if she was being serious right now. She literally just destroyed your guts and now she's asking you if you’re okay?

“Uh, yeah.” You said in a shy manner, now that the sexual tension has gone, you felt even more embarrassed. 

“Good.” She whispered firmly. “I promise to never give you anything but an A+ after that. Only if you keep doing what I want you to do though.” She chuckled. You knew she had to keep you around after that.

You were still dazed, unsure of how to respond to anything. You certainly did enjoy your time in her office – a little too much maybe. But you weren’t sure if this was something you wanted to keep up. Nevertheless, you knew you had to obey her and listen to her now. She had something against you.

You shared a dirty little secret.

[undyingdecay]

hi everyone!! first off, i just want to say thank you so, so much for all the love and support i’ve received over these past few months. from kofi requests, to follows, likes, and the friendships i’ve made with my moots. it genuinely means the world to me. when i first started this blog, i didn’t expect it to turn into much, but it’s brought me so much joy seeing how many of you enjoy my writing and connect with it.

with that being said, i’ve decided to take a potential indefinite hiatus. to get the important stuff out of the way first. I will be finishing all my current wips before i go. this includes be my scream queen, farmer’s daughter, the parent trap, my novel master of none, and every request currently sitting in my inbox, i’ll talk a little more about those in a sec. i won’t be deactivating my blog, either. it’ll stay up as an archive for anyone who wants to revisit my work. and if you’ve sent in a kofi request, please know those will absolutely still be completed.

as for why i’m stepping away it’s not because of writer’s block or falling out of love with mcu content. unfortunately, a situation involving anon asks and my personal boundaries andmultiple instances of my work being plagiarized has made writing here a little less enjoyable for me, even if it might seem like a small thing on the outside. i’ve thought about just turning off anon asks entirely, but i really don’t want to silence the lovely, kind anons i’ve gotten to know through this space.

i’m also a very impulsive person (thanks to my bpd <3), so maybe this is just one of those classic mood swing decisions! but either way, i wanted to be transparent about it. AGAIN this might just be one of my mood swings and i’ll be back sooner than expected. who knows? either way, i’ll be leaving my inbox open for a little while longer (maybe about a week?) so if you’ve been meaning to send in any request in, now’s the time!!! after that, i’ll likely close my inbox or leave it open but won’t be actively responding, yes i do still take kofi request!

I LOVE YOU GUYS SM, THIS IS SO SAPPY AND CHEESEY YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST AND SO FUNNY STAY SUPER FREAKYLICOUSS MWAHHH

HERE IS MY MASTERLIST

[hrtforthememe]

The first time I was ever openly trans in public there was a pre release for the newest magic the gathering set at my lgs. I decided to go because I love mtg. I was only a few months on estrogen and really lacking in any sort of confidence. I was super nervous to use my new name and just openly be myself around strangers. But you have to do it at some point so fuck it I wanted to do it while playing a game that I like.

I played a few matches and nobody really gave me any shit. They were all a little awkward around me but I chocked it up to the fact that this was a tiny game store in Montana that has like 7 customers. They'd probably never been in the same room with a tranny like me before.

Then there was my final match. This guy was like the rest of them. He wasn't intentionally rude but he was still awkward about interacting with me in general. He kept saying sir and dude and guy in reference to me then apologizing immediately afterwards. For the record I don't mind if people call me dude or bro, sir was definitely not appreciated but he clearly wasn't doing it on purpose. Then he asks me "so are you uhh, like..." And I knew what he was trying to ask, so I responded confidently that yes I was in fact a trans woman. He just kinda shrugged and said "okay that's cool" we went on to have some pretty good games and decent conversation.

Eventually the match ended with me winning. There was some down time between our next matches so we're talking still and he asks if he can show me some of his favorite commander decks. Which he said we should go into the other room to look at. (For context, this game store is fucking **tiny** it's barely bigger than my current studio apartment.) And I think to myself "oh great this is where I die" for whatever reason I decided to come with him anyway to a room alone. To his credit he actually did show me some pretty cool decks. But then he asked me out on a date. I immediately realized that this guy was a chaser, who had taken me to another room to spare himself the embarrassment of others knowing he was attracted to me. It suddenly made sense why he had seemed so uncomfortable when I loudly proclaimed myself to be trans in front of everyone else. Also this guy was 30 years old and I was only 20 at the time.

I rejected him and thankfully he took it with grace. He didn't call me any slurs, or try to assault me. Still, I packed up my things and left shortly after. I returned to the store maybe two more times, the awkwardness continued and I eventually just stopped going entirely. The guy who ran the place was friendly but everyone else felt like they only spoke to me if absolutely necessary. I even brought pizza once and not a single person took a slice.

I moved to another much more queer city a few months later and still go to my lgs for pre-releases regularly. Except now there's a bunch of pretty transgenders there and when they hit on me they don't bring me to dark rooms so no one else can hear their shame. It's much more welcome than bald 30 year old chasers.

“why aren’t there more women in <insert nerdy hobby, career, etc>” when i tried to get into the local scene for a hobby i really enjoy one of the people who ran the meetup group DM’d me directly when i joined the discord. i thought he was just being nice about a new person showing interest in joining the group but he slowly started hitting on me and then admitted to wanting to cheat on his girlfriend with me. when i didn’t reciprocate, he kicked me from the discord group

[chuhees]

TATTED UP

───── 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈

◜ᯅ◝ 【 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝑖𝐎 】 bf! riki x gf! reader + fluff suggestive 𝟐𝟐𝟐 && needle mention riki gets a bit possessive, reader gets her own tat NOT proof read⟢

爱 : where dafuq are my riki girls … this is for all of you ( tagged below ) .. i couldn’t make out what exactly the tattoo was so for the sake of this fic, it’s a snake. !!

the sound of buzzing filled the tattoo parlor, many getting fresh new art amongst their skin—some for the first time. in this case it was your boyfriend’s first tattoo. riki had been going on about getting a tattoo and you supported that choice, in fact you drove him down and went inside with him.

you sat down, watching riki fill out the consent form. you went through the selection of designs, showing riki ones that could possibly catch his attention. “this one suits you.” you smile, finger pointing to a snake.

“i’ll get that one then.” riki looks up, an eyebrow raised.

“are you serious?” you ask. “you’d seriously get it?”

“duh… my girl picked it out.” riki lays down on the table, his shirt lifted up for access to his skin.

the process begins, riki grips your hand—not as tightly as you thought. “does it hurt?” you ask riki, still clutching his hand—while the needle and ink draw into his skin.

“barely.” riki responds, eyes looking up at you. “just feels like a poke.”

you continue to hold his hand, watching as the tattoo artist continues his journey. the snake and its placement on riki’s body looked great, you were extremely proud of your selection. before you knew it, riki was done. the tattoo artist placed ointment and saran wrap around the inked area.

you pulled out your card, ready to pay—before riki stops you. “you’re getting one too baby.”

you heart nearly drops to your stomach, what did he mean by you’re also getting a tattoo. same one? same spot? you looked at him, riki could easily tell you were nervous.

“baby it’s okay… it’s just a little poke. i’ll hold your hand, okay?” he reassures you, pulling you in for a tight hug and kissing your forehead.

you sign your consent form and lay on the table. the same artist who did riki’s tattoo would also be doing yours. riki was not happy about this, another man touching your waist? it didn’t sit right with him, but once—just this once would he let it slide.

you reach for riki’s hand, he holds you tight. the tattoo artist lifts up your shirt—just enough to see your stomach area and waist, your bra peaking out.

riki’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek, watching the artist and his hand placement. his gloved hand rested on your waist, holding you down with tiny force. you bit down on your lip, trying your best not to move.

“must’ve wished that was me, doing your tattoo.” riki whispers into your ear, the sound of the music in the parlor louder than your thoughts.

“i do.” you look up at him, your eyes more innocent than they’ve ever been.

“baby… i’ll learn to do tattoos, just so another man doesn’t touch you.” riki brushes a thumb against your cheek gently, your blush melting onto his finger. this sight baby… it kills me. another man drawing onto your skin.”

“yeah? how much?” you tease.

“more than you’ll ever know. no man should touch you, even if it’s for a tattoo.” riki nibbles gently on the skin of your ear, the tattoo artist completely unaware of the conversation above him.

the artist finishes, rubbing the ointment into your skin and saran wrapping your tattoo. riki pulls out his card, paying for both tattoos. you walk out back to the hard, hand in hand.

“never again.” riki murmurs under his breath, against your hair—before pressing a kiss to your head. “maybe i’ll learn how to do tattoos, incase you ever want another one.”

for🎀 @dollerin @nshmuras @emisluvr @sourkiki @flqwerjo ma riki girls ^_^ ( & my other riki girls that i forgot to tag, these are the ones i can remember off the top of my head )

[iamthatonefangirl]

this just have been on my mind, i don't think I ever saw someone talk about but: CEO!Bucky with a loser!reader. bear with me, he's rich, he is a respectable man, has the fanciest shit ever, drink and eat the best; but he meets reader who's absolutely feeds on junk food and energy drink, she dresses in loose clothes and bedroom is a mess and people ask how did she pulled a man like Bucky.

(you can absolutely ignore this if it's not your cup of tea, im just rambling and projecting at this point)

wait no I totally see your vision anon.

*heads up for this one I am NOT trying to shame anybody’s food or lifestyle choices!

like imagine when you first meet it’s a whole awkward thing like,

imagine you’re in a grocery store. you’re walking down the aisle with a basket on your arm. you’re not paying a lick of attention to where you’re going, staring down at your phone with chunky over-the-ear headphones on and chewing gum annoyingly

he’s trying to keep his head down and not get noticed. most of the time he loves the luxurious life but sometimes it’s nice to pretend to be normal

you’re walking to the end of the aisle and you totally bump into him as he’s walking the other way

“so sorry!” you tell him casually, yanking your headphones off your ears. “total accident. my bad.” you’re still chewing the gum loudly, mouth wide open as you do.

“no, it’s okay,” he responds politely, noticing the way you’ve stopped to look at him. he wonders if you’re about to say something to him, being who he is

you look down to his basket. “wow, look at you, mr health nut,” you tease with a snort.

he looks down to his basket and back up to your slightly amused expression. he laughs a little bit. you have no clue who he is, you realize

he sees your basket full of nothing but processed crap. boxed kraft mac n cheese, white monster energy drinks, instant coffee, sugary cereals, etc

it’s insanely refreshing for him to see

“you… don’t know me?” he asks

“don’t believe we’ve met, no,” you say, shuffling all your stuff to your right arm and jutting out the left arm to shake his hand

it’s hilarious to him that you don’t even know proper handshake etiquette

he gently squeezes your hand, amused, and you’re completely oblivious. you tell him your name with a crack of the gum in your mouth and he tells you his

“you really don’t know me?”

“no, sir, i don’t!” you smile, your confidence never once faltering

“the ceo of <idk some rando company>?”

“oh! that’s you? congrats, by the way!”

you’re the funniest fucking thing ever and he adores it. he loves how fucking carefree you are. how you don’t even know him

“can i take you to dinner sometime?” he offers.

“nah, not if you’re gonna serve me that crap,” you smirk, pointing to the stuff in his basket. “i’ll make you macaroni, though,”

when’s the last time he had boxed macaroni and cheese?

“okay,” he laughs.

you intrigue him, and he loves your snarkiness. the sex you have that night after eating macaroni is fucking intense

you keep him honest. he’s only partially a capitalist prick but you keep him humble and grounded. and you refuse to go to events with him, but he’s okay with that. it’s not your scene. and he’ll gladly come home to fuck you and eat macaroni with you

okay i also completely just rambled!

[strangesthirdeye]

A sun! ( grumpy!joel x sunshine! fem!reader)

Summary: even bitter coffee needs sugar. Warning: IT'S JOEL MILLER, LET'S GOOOOOO, soft spot, grumpy joel, fluff, love in the air, middle age reader ( cuz I think middle age reader in Joel Miller tag is quite rare),  post-outbreak Joel.. can be read as Pedro! Joel too.

based on this request, tq!

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The world had ended, but somehow, you hadn't lost your smile.

Joel never understood it. Couldn't. Wouldn't.

You joined the group in Jackson three months ago, bright-eyed and kind, laughing like the world hadn't turned to shit. You helped the older folks fix their roofs. You braided the little girls' hair on the porch. You brought Joel coffee when you saw him sulking by the gate, muttering a gruff, "Mornin'," like the word tasted bitter on his tongue.

And still, you smiled at him every time.

"You're like a damn sunflower," he muttered one day, when you plopped down beside him during a patrol break, offering him half a sandwich.

You just grinned. "Sunflowers are nice. I'll take that as a compliment."

He grunted. It wasn't meant to be one.

It wasn't that Joel didn't like you. That would've been easier.

He respects you, sure. You were useful. Smart. Could handle yourself out there. But you were also soft — not in a weak way — in a gentle way. And Joel didn't know what the hell to do with gentle people anymore.

Because gentle people died.

And you... you were always checking in on him. Bringing him peaches from the trade post. Leaving little folded notes under his door like "Don't forget it's your turn for patrol Thursday :)" with a damn smiley face.

He didn't throw them away.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

One night, there was a bad snowstorm. The power flickered in and out. Joel had just finished patching up a gap in the barn roof when he heard the knock on his door.

It was you, bundled in a coat too big for your frame, holding a thermos in your hands.

"Hot cocoa," you said, like that explained everything. "Figured you might not have done anything."

He stared at you, brow furrowed. "The hell makes you think I drink cocoa?"

You shrugged. "Figured even grumpy men need warmth sometimes."

And that damn smile again.

Joel should've turned you away. Said thanks and shut the door. But instead, he stepped aside.

"You got gloves on?" he asked, grumbling. "Storm's bad."

"I do." You held up your mittened hands. "See?"

He grunted. You walked in, brought the smell of cinnamon and snowflakes with you. He hated how it softened the edges of his house. Hated how your voice made the place feel lived in.

He didn't tell you to leave.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

You started joining his patrols more often.

"I can partner with someone else," you offered once, eyes gentle, sensing his tension.

Joel shook his head. "I trust you."

You blinked, stunned. "You do?"

He gave a slow nod. "You don't talk much while we're out. Don't try to make small talk when clickers are nearby. That's smart."

You smiled softly. "You notice those things?"

"Course I do," he muttered, looking away. "Don't mean I like talkin' 'bout it."

You didn't push. You never pushed.

One night, after a long day of clearing out an abandoned cabin, you sat beside the fire at the edge of Jackson's wall, your knees bumping his.

You watched the stars. He watched you.

"Why are you always so kind?" he asked suddenly, voice rough.

You looked at him with that softness that always made his chest ache. "Because this world is cruel enough without me adding to it."

He didn't respond, just stared at the flames.

Then you added, quieter, "And because I think you need someone to be kind to you."

Joel felt the words hit like a sledgehammer. No one had said something like that to him since... since Sarah. Since Tess.

And now you.

He turned away, but you didn't miss the way his pinky finger hooked around yours.

He didn't kiss you that night. Didn't say much. Just let your hand rest near him, let your warmth seep into his bones. And when you stood to leave, he followed you to your door, made sure you got in safely, muttered something about "damn snowbanks" being too slippery.

The next morning, you found a folded note outside your door.

It said, "Brought you coffee. It's probably cold. Still counts."

Signed with a rough little scribble.

You smiled.

And Joel, watching from the gate with a scowl that didn't quite reach his eyes, felt his chest warm.

Because in this broken, bitter world, he'd found something worth protecting again.

You.

His sunshine.

His soft spot.

[miaopk]

Virus au!

I tried my best to make them as simple as possible! (๑´ﾛ`๑)!!

at first you would think it's a little silly game but it would then turns out that these are viruses!

Julie would let you play a mini game with her but be careful she LOVES eating the files!

Wally would let you paint or draw something with him but if you keep refusing his request he would draw some Xs on any folder or apps you use mostly to prevent you from using it.

Sally would show you a video of her preforming or let you play a mini game with her on her stage! if you angered her she would change the places of your files.

Poppy would appear on your screen if she sees you using your Pc too much(she won't affect anything on your Pc)

Frank would give you some random info at anytime whether you're in a hurry to send something or just chilling playing, he will pop up and cover most of your screen, allowing the other viruses to spread to your files.

oh, howdy.. he will play a mini game with you, as you would help him with his shop, but if you fail or if you ignore his request.. he would start showing you some products and a link of this product, he won't stop showing up until you accidentally click on the link! this would lead you to lose any data you have.

Barnaby! Oh that dog would pop up on your screen to tell you one joke, if you respond negatively to his joke he would continue on showing up to annoy you!

I haven't drawn Eddie but he would show up to you with fake mails! So make sure you respond to your right mails or else you would lose some important data!

Also yes I added my oc! Sophie would pop up only when you keep refusing on answering some of the other viruses, she would keep asking you some simple ans silly questions but if you did ignore her 3 times your Pc would shut down!:D

[writingjourney]

Excuse me coming into your inbox and being unhinged, ibi, but I’m possessed by the question of which papa would be the best one to lose your virginity to and I’m curious as to your thoughts 😌

never apologize, that is exactly what my ask box is for!!! <3

let me preface this by saying that virginity as a concept and its social connotations are fucked and not anything the Papas would uphold seriously (doesn't mean they can't be kinky about it). sexual inexperience is important to consider though, so here's some... say, inspiration for how it could go... (mild 18+ but not graphic)

Primo

Something about the taboo of it, at his age, to be approached with such an extreme imbalance of experience. They joke about the Papas deflowering virgins (or, in some prejudiced circles, of sacrificing them) but the reality is that he’s a few decades too old for such things to regularly occur. He’d thrive off it, though, the little insecure glances and hesitant touches, the surprised gasps and shy reactions, all of which he can meet with the steely gaze of someone who knows exactly how to inflict pleasure beyond your comprehension. He’s not above using some little helpers to make sure he can keep going for you for as long as it takes to wear you out. This man is patient, well-aware you need proper preparation before you can even dream to take him, and he is not in a hurry anymore. He’ll grasp those moments when he can and it’s a gratifying experience for the both of you.

Secondo

Very conscious to talk about your limits beforehand. It is rare for him to encounter this, usually he’s spending time with people who are also experienced and know exactly what they’re looking for but in this case (as I think I showed in my fic) he would get a thrill from seeing you responding to pleasures you’ve never even dreamed of, especially knowing that of all the people he’s the one you trust with your body. He knows he is skilled, confident, also surprisingly a little playful with you to ease your nerves, and he’d spend a good amount of time making sure you find your pleasure before indulging himself. Patient as a teacher, but not coddling, he’ll show you where you can go if you’re feeling brave but there is never any pressure to go further. More than likely he will have lube and other little helpers there, just to make sure you’re not in any sort of (unwanted) pain. And because it’s rare he’ll let you explore more of him than he’d usually permit, those hesitant, curious fingers on him he does not dare to push away. It’s almost too intimate for him, really, and he’s going to feel more than just a little possessive of you afterwards.

Terzo

In my opinion, the Papa you would go to if you were actively looking to have your first time and wanted someone you know will take good care of you, but if there are feelings involved? It will be the experience of a lifetime. He is sensual from the beginning, the scene is set, candle-light to make you feel less self-conscious, comforting scents, soft sheets. He calls you sweet names, eases your nerves with a few jests and smiles. It will happen at your pace, he will guide but not as firmly as Secondo would, rather he’d let you come to your own conclusions with just minor prompting. He’ll patiently answer questions, show you the sort of touches you might enjoy and let you explore without expectation. He might tease you a little when you tense, to make sure you don’t take it too seriously, and he’ll show you what he likes to make you feel more proactive in the encounter, to inspire some confidence in you. Learns to read you well within minutes, and he’s creative, playful, very conscious of the trust you offer, it’s an overall perfect encounter that you feel you had just as much part in as he did, even though he subtly led you through it all with that vast treasure of experience he has.

Copia

It will drive him a little bit insane, I won’t lie, knowing that he’ll be your first. He’s aware virginity is a tool of patriarchy but also– fuck. It is hot that you trust him to take such good care of you. A lot of talking will happen, constant question if you are feeling okay, if what he’s doing feels good, if you want more or if it’s too much etc., and it is for his own reassurance more so than your own. He might be more nervous about this than you are to be honest, the sheer horror of potentially ruining your first impressions of it. But through it all you will feel comfortable, because despite the nerves on both ends he does not make you feel inexperienced but rather worshipped, like he wants to make sure that all the stars in the sky are sparkling behind your eyes when he finally makes you come. He is so into you, so so into you, the best thing about it is how heavily he reacts to your body, knowing you’ve never been touched this way before. You’ll feel high on the pleasure you’re providing him, drunk on the reciprocity of it all.

Perpetua

He’d be into it, I think, like really into it. It’s not that he really cares about body counts (in that context lol) but there is something about the fact you’re facing the unknown with him that is just exciting. He’d be frantically trying to make this a good experience, one you’ll want to come back to because he doesn’t do casual, really, and once he feels you he will want more. So he’ll be holding back, give you just enough, at first, but you wouldn’t be here if you were a coward, let’s be honest, he’s not exactly the approachable cute guy from next door. So, he’d be delighted to hear you begging for more once you’ve tasted a hint of pleasure. If you’re responding to it I think he would be a little mocking, not in a mean way, but trying to coax more out of you and make you see how good he feels and how nice it is to let go. “You can take more, baby, can’t you? Let me fuck you harder?” and you’d scream yes because really you can TELL he is holding back. He likes it passionate, he said, well, it will be passionate and there is no way you won’t be crawling back for more.

Soooo, I suppose you can decide now what you’d be into the most, I would be interested to know <3

[froztbyte]

Backstage Pass

Chapter 1 - Huntrix X Fem! Reader

“Okay, look alive, people! We have just received news from Honmoon Entertainment that they will be releasing a new girl group. And they want us, World Cable News, to be the main TV station for their first appearance to the world.” The Ceo of WCN said that as every important head figure of the channels was sitting in the conference room with their assistant behind them against the wall. 

“This is going to bring our numbers to the sky,” said the Old man as he ended with a laugh. “Like usual, the girls will be shown on the Stardom World Channel. Jaewon, your team needs to make a good impression so they can return to us exclusively. Do you understand?” 

It didn’t take long for the boss of SWC to nod his head in response. 

“We just decided on the show the girl group will be appearing tomorrow night. We are currently finalizing the show's lineup. I have my best people working on it and ensuring things turn out well.”

“Lies, " you said in your head as your boss finished up his mini-statement. As long as you have been a paid intern at SWC, nothing has gone according to plan for your channel station. Leaks about upcoming idol announcements or special programs have occurred too frequently. The scheduled program would have to be rewritten the last hour before a show went live.  

Once the meeting was over, everyone started to head back to the office. And now everyone who works at SWC has started to stress out. At this point, you would have returned to your desk to attend to emails and assist your coworkers with some of their tasks. Your use of working from the background and maintaining a regular schedule can become boring at times. But it pays the bills, so you didn’t really complain about this current lifestyle. But before you could get back to your deck, your boss stopped you and told you to follow him to his office. 

“May I ask why this sudden meet-up?”

“We found out who was causing our leaks. They were fired, and since we have an opening spot. You’ll be responsible for the care of celebrities upon their arrival. Think of your chances of being fully hired if everything goes well tomorrow.” 

So, planning out all the things that the new girl group, Huntrix, needs is more complicated than you thought. As on the day before, you were moved around the whole station building. To get the necessary paperwork to reserve the two rooms that the group needs, but close enough for recording to be done. It wasn’t just Huntrix and their manager showing up. Celine, a member of Starlight Sisters who trained the girls, will also accompany them. 

Then, don't get started on what you have to do to find the drink and snacks the girls asked for. It was going to be hard to explain to her boss that the boatload of food was for Huntrix and hot for you. Then there was the task of finding all the items required for the station tradition when a new idol group debuts.  

The stress was getting to your head for sure as you spent most of your morning trying to find a work outfit suitable for meeting Huntrix. You might have gone through 6 different outfits before finally deciding on a semi-professional suit. Thinking of bringing heels to work might have been a mistake. Luckily, you have other shoes at your desk that you can switch to in case of anything. 

To make the day worse for you, you ran out of your contact lenses and had to bring your glasses to work for today's special event. You just pray to the gods that everything turns out fine. 

Now, it was just a matter of pre-setting everything before the Hunterrix arrived. It was clear that everyone at the station was on high alert today. Barriers were being placed around the building as people began to gather outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of the new idol group. As the last-minute setup was done on the set. Your walkie-talkie went off.

“AB for y/n.”

“Go for y/n,” you respond as you press on your earpiece to hear a little bit better. 

“We have our eyes on a black limo coming to the building. You might want to start heading down soon. Over.”  

“Copy. ETA less than 5 mins. Switching over to channel one (production). Over.” 

“Copy that.” It was time. It's time to show your boss what you can do. This intern can do more than just copy paperwork and get coffee for everyone at the station. The worst thing that could happen is you getting fired and having to go through the pains of a job search once more. With the current state of things, that is something that you want to avoid. 

As you made it down to the building entrance, you made it right in time as the black limo parked in front. Now, there was a noticeable number of people around the fence. Cameras were starting to take pictures. Fans are beginning to yell out the group's name. People are pulling out their phones to record this moment. You took one last deep breath to calm down your nerves.

“You got this, y/n. Just act as you know what you are doing, and everything should be fine… hopefully.” From there, you signal security to let Huntrix out of their limo. 

As the limbo door opened up, the crowd of people started to go wild. The first person to come out was the former Starlight Sister member, Celine. Behind them, it was a Huntrix member with purple hair styled out as one giant braid. There was a certain pride in her stance, as she was here to prove a point. 

Then up was the tallest person you have seen in a while. This Huntrix member had bright red hair styled out with mini high pigtails. She had a mysterious aura, as if she didn’t care what people thought of her. 

Finally, the last Huntrix member stepped out, and the height difference was clear as day from night. It was clear to see they were trying to hold in a burst of energy.

Last but not least, there was the manager of the girls, Bobby, since he was the one who wrote all the emails about what the girls required. 

It wouldn’t be long before all of them enter the building as they wave back at the fans. 

“Welcome to World Cable News, where stars get to shine. Your start as an idol group begins here … that was too much, wasn’t it?” And there goes your professionalism.  

“Ummmmm, just a bit,” said the ball of sunshine of the group. As the tallest member butted in, “It was.”

“Sorry, I’m forced to say that. Anyway, my name is y/n and I’m going to be your ‘helper’ for today. The recording for the show won’t be for a while. So, I’ll take you to your rooms.” So far, everything is going well. The ride in the elevator was quiet; no one said anything. But what was there to say? You're just a worker at the TV station. Someone else could be doing this same job, and they would react the same way. Luckily, that train of thought was cut short when the elevator doors opened up. 

You walked them to their room and turned to face, “The door to my left is for Mira and Zoey. The door on my right is for Celine and Rumi.”

“Wait, what about Bobby?” Said the mysterious girl.

“Don’t worry, girls, I’m going to go check on the production side of things. Making sure everything is fine. Just go ahead and relax while I check on things.” Said Bobby with a relaxed tone. 

“In your rooms, you’ll find snacks and other things to entertain yourself. I would like to thank Bobby for assisting me with the emails they sent me. Now, if you'd like anything, just let me know, as I’ll be waiting out here. Now, if you excuse me, I'll be guiding Bobby to production.”

At least there was a moment of calm for yourself; you explained to Bobby how this was your first day with all of this. Trying to make sure things went well was stressful for you. Luckily for you, he gave you a couple of tips and hopes the best for you. That was when your feet started to hurt; the choice of wearing heels finally caught up with you. But getting back to the girls was your main priority as you made it back to where the girls were residing. Once you finally made it back, that’s when Celine was leaving her room. 

“I trust that the girls won’t need any babysitting, but whatever happens, I’ll be leaving them to your care. That being said, I’ll be heading early to where recording will be done. Has the building had any major changes, right?”

The way that Celine presents herself makes you feel small. That having someone around telling her what to do was wrong. Not in a mean way, but it was clear that she had more experience with this situation than you did. 

 “Ummm…not that I know of.”

“Good, so it should be the same as before. Make sure the girls arrive on time.” Celine said as she started to walk away.

“Wait, you're not allowed to leave alone… and she's already gone.” Great, your boss is going to have your head on a stick. Might as well give production a heads up. As you sent the message to inform your team. The door to Mira and Zoey's room opens up. Like a switch in your brain, you reverted to your smiling professional mode. 

“I’m sorry, but it's possible to get some hot water for our ramyeon.” Says the ball of sunshine of the group, pointing at her beef bone broth ramyeon cup. Wait, if holding the beef bone broth ramyeon means she's Zoey, and the red-haired girl is Mira, then that would mean... She was the one who wanted the spicy ramyeon.

“Yes, of course, just hand over your cups and I’ll get them prepared.”

“Thank you so much.” Zoey said as she handed over the cup, “Hey Mira, hand over your ramyeon. The pretty girl is going to prepare it for us.”

HUH! Pretty! A rush of red started to show around your cheeks and the tips of your ears. The last time you heard someone say that to you was probably your mother. It wasn’t till today that you were trying to make yourself feel more presentable than usual. You would be brought back to reality when Zoey handed you over the Mira’s ramyeon. Luckily for you, Zoey didn’t notice your blush.

“I shouldn’t take long, Ms. Zoey. I’ll be back before you know it.” 

“Drop the miss. We are not that old.” Said Mira as she was sitting in a chair, eating some kimbap. 

“Noted. I won’t take long.” As you started to walk away, you stopped in front of Rumi’s door. At the same time, she hasn’t asked for anything. Something inside of you was telling you to check on her. Zoey and Mira have each other to entertain themselves. Rumi was just there, all by themselves. You were going to knock for a moment, but there was hesitation. Why did you even care? Rumi hasn’t asked for anything, so you shouldn’t bother her, right?

You knocked on the door.

The door opens. 

“Do you need something?” Asked Rumi. 

“Well, hum… Zoey and Mira wanted ramyeon, and I-I’m making it for them. So I-I thought you might w-wanted your made too. But it t-t-totally okay if you don’t want any. It’s n-not like I'm forcing you or anything… I'm going to shut up before I say anything I might regret now.” You were a stuttering mess.

Rumi let out a chuckle.

“I would like some ramyeon too.” She went to get her ramyeon cup. “I’ll be honest, I'm pretty surprised that you found most, if not all, the snacks the girls and I like to eat on. It should have taken you a while to find them all.” 

“Well, it's my job to make sure that the idols are comfortable when they are here. Though I’ll admit that I might have overdone it for being my first time doing all of this.” 

“Well, it’s my first time being an idol. So I say you're doing an amazing job so far.” Rumi said as she handed over the ramyeon. Before Rumi could close the door, you had something else to say.

“Hummm, more thing. Food usually tastes better when you're with friends or family. So I’ll turn a blind eye if you so happen to be with the other girls when I come back.” There was a silent moment there. While Rumi didn’t say anything, you could tell she was happy that you told her. 

“I’ll be back in five minutes. Do what you have to do.”

Making instant ramyeon isn't rocket science. Just get some hot water, pour it into the cup, and wait for three minutes. Then it's all done. Now to find a tray to carry it back in, so that took some of your time. Then you had to bring the Polaroid camera and photo album for the station tradition when a new idol group's debut. You looked at the clock, and there were about twenty minutes left before the girls had to head to production. Which caused you to speed walk back to get everything done. 

This time, when you made it back to the room, the door to Zoey and Mira’s room was already open. You heard the laughter of all three girls as you got closer. When you made it to their doorway, you playfully knock on the door to let the girls know you're here. That made them notice you at the entrance.

“Let's Go! Our ramyeon is here!” Said Zoey as you walked in and started to hand everyone their ramyeon.

“Spicy for Mira, Beef Bone Both for Zoey, and Last but not least, seafood flavor for Rumi.” With no hesitation, the girls started to eat their ramyeon. As you left the girls to eat, place the Polaroid camera and photo album on a mini tablet beside them, and begin to clean up the empty snack packs. 

“What with the camera and photo album.” Said Mira as she was the first one to finish eating her ramyeon.

“Oh, the station has a tradition. When a new idol group debuts here, they get their picture taken, and a page is dedicated to it in the photo album. I think there is a Starlight Sisters’ page in that album, specifically in that album.” You said you threw away the trash. 

“No way that means there is a picture of a young Celine in her golden age,” Zoey said as quickly, grabbed the album, and started to flip through the pages. Once she found it, Zoey let out a giant gasp. “No way!”

The other two girls started to gather around to see the page.

“Hey Rumi, isn’t that your mom right here. ” Said Mira as she pointed to a picture that had one of the Starlight Sisters decorating their braid with accessories. “You guys are rocking out the giant braid looks.”

“I never thought that I would see a picture of her today. It’s like she's still with me.” Said Rumi as she stared at that picture a bit longer. 

“Well, it is your time for you guys to leave a mark in the album,” You say as you grab the camera and face them to take a picture. “Everyone smile, and say Huntrix!”

“HUNTRIX!” All three of them yelled out as they did heart and peace signs. The camera would be passed around as all the girls started to take as many photos as they could before time was up. As the world will soon know these girls as pop stars. 

It's 4 am as I'm posting this.

I'm sorry for not giving all the girls an equal amount of attention, but there will be other chapters dedicated to them.

Also, sorry if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes. I didn't pick up. I'm mostly an artist, not really a writer. Any, enjoy. Leave a like, comment, or reblog if this fic is worth writing some more. Anyway, I'm off to bed now.

Edit: Hopefully, I fixed all the grammatical mistakes

[conelluwrites]

Is there a way you can also do a full fic on the thanos baby one? Im not saying I didn't enjoy reading it or anything I'm just curious,sorry if this is too much to ask 😅

Manchild

Ao3 Requests open!! Words: 1.6k Warnings: Mans is 31 iirc and reader is younger than him (no explicit age mentioned). No smut, just fluff. Reader and Thanos aren't dating here, reader is referred to as "you" throughout so everyone can enjoy baby Thanos. Nam-su mentioned in the beginning, one implied line about Thangyu. Other: I love Thanos so much, I can't... Had a lot of fun writing the baby fluff. Thank you for your request, it's never too much to ask!

You and Su-bong had a weird relationship- more than friends, less than lovers- something between chaos and comfort.  Neither of you were interested in looking too in depth at what you two were, and why would you be?  You’re both content enough to spend days piled up together in his messy bed and spend nights together at the club, or watching some bullshit on TV while you’re both drunk and/or high off your asses. 

Nights at the club together usually devolve into both of you staking claim on each other with sloppy kisses and touching just a little too much.  The promoter- fuck what was his name?  Nam-su?- was more than helpful with providing the pair of you free drinks and making sure you got treated like damn royalty.  Sometimes Su-bong got jealous, but most of the time he shrugged off Nam-su’s penchant for spending time around the two of you.  What’s he got to worry about?  It’s not as if you’re actively eyeing up the promoter.  And what do you have to worry about?  Sure, he occasionally gets more friendly with Nam-su than he is with you, but it’s never enough for you to get upset over- it’s usually just a way for him to get another free drink or be told about the newest drug the promoter heard about and maybe take a hit of it.

“Look, man, this is the newest shit.  It’ll have you feel ways you haven’t felt in years, bro.”  Nam-su says to Su-bong one night when you’re not around.  “Just trust me on this one, you’ll love it.”

“Hell yeah.”  Su-bong responds, grinning and patting the promoter’s back nearly causes him to drop the pill in the dingy alley behind the club.  “How much?  You know I’m good for it.”

“For you?  It’s free, man.”  He glances around before pulling out a small bag with a singular pill.

Su-bong eagerly reaches out for it, “you got any more.  See that girl I’m always with, I’d love for her to try it with me.”

“Sorry, bro- just got this one.  It’s expensive as hell.”

When he returns to his small apartment and sees you on the couch watching some mindless entertainment that only serves as background noise while you scroll your phone.

“I got something new.” His voice is like a song as he shuts the door behind him.  There’s no use in locking in, just a gentle shoulder bump against the door will make the lock give way.

It took the form of an itty bitty purple pill that near perfectly matched his dyed hair- something that he loves.  He holds it up to the light, his eyes marveling at the way it catches the light just like his hair catches it.

“Take a lookit this one, man.”  He says, holding it in his palm for you to look at, his eyes excitedly darting from the pill, to your face, and back to the pill.  “Just like my hair, huh?  Cool as hell, yeah?”  He says, jutting his hand out.

“Yeah, real cool.”  You say, wanting to roll your eyes but not wanting to burst his bubble.

“Damn shame Nam-su could only get me one of the fuckers, woulda loved to share with you, girl.”  He shrugs and throws the pill back, letting it melt and spread on his tongue before taking a sip of his water. 

“You should be more careful with what you take, I don’t wanna have to call for an ambulance ‘cause your dumbass took something bad.”

“No sweat, no sweat- calm that pretty lil head of yours.  He ain’t done me wrong yet.” He waves off your exasperated concern with a ruffle of your hair.

“First time for everything.”  You lean away from his touch, your back against the arm of the couch with your feet in his lap.  He doesn’t respond, taking another sip of water before lounging back and rubbing your leg.  Fuck, you’re so nice to touch- even without drugs he’ll be content to just feel your skin on his palm.

It doesn’t take long for the effects to hit, the first sensation being a simple one- touch feels more… just more.  He lets out a breath and looks at the TV.  He can’t focus on the shit on the screen, it’s all in one ear and out the other like his mama used to say.  He misses his mama, a weird sensation he ain’t really felt in a good few years.  She was a good woman, better than his dad.  He leans his head back and looks up at the ceiling before closing his eyes.

You bring him that same comfort that he felt whenever he’d visit his mama when he was younger before the drugs really took hold.  Something that’s unchanging, unmoving, always here for him.  He’s thankful for you, he really is.  He’s not entirely sure how to say it without it sounding like he’s trying to get into your pants or butter you up to listen to his sick new beat.

“You good, man?”  You ask after a few moments, you’re not used to him being so quiet.

“Yeah, just thinkin’ ‘bout you.”  He murmurs, looking at you.  God, you’re so concerned for him even though you look annoyed.  “I’m thankful for you, yo.  Like… Real thankful.”

You sigh and sit up, pulling your feet from your lap, “yeah, I know.”  You can tell by the look in his eyes, slightly glazed over with a serious- er, as serious as he can manage- expression that he’s not just saying it to get something out of you.

“I feel funny.”  He mumbles, rubbing his eyes and sitting up straight to match your movement.  “Dang, uh, hard to keep my thoughts on track.  I just wanna be babied.”

“Babied?”

“Yeah.”  That’s new, he typically loves to explore certain sensations with new shit- but to baby him?  What, like pamper him?  It’s easy enough, especially in his passive state, but still…  You’re younger than him so the idea is a little silly, yet it’s also enticing.  You’ve always been the more put together of the two of you anyway.

“‘Kay.”  You respond, “and what exactly do you have in mind for that?”

“I dunno.  Just, like, baby me, you know?  Call me cute lil names and hold me.”  That’s even easier than what you thought he’d say.  Just call him a few cute names, hold him, and that’s it?

“C’mon, dumbass.”  You say, standing up before stretching slightly.  He sleepily stands and rubs his eyes while holding a hand out.  Your heart stops for a moment- he’s just too goddamn adorable right now.  If you could, you’d take a picture to hold onto this moment forever.  His purple hair is slightly messed up, though it looks as soft as always, and his lips are out in a slight, tired pout.  “Let’s get baby to bed.”

“‘M not a dumbass.” He retorts, reaching his hand out further and shaking it to get your attention back onto the topic at hand.  “I’m just a sleepy lil baby boy.”  You have to stifle a laugh- him calling himself a sleepy lil baby boy is enough to make you melt.  He looks every bit the sleepy baby he claims to be.

You take his hand gently, intertwining your fingers and walking slowly with him to his bedroom.  It’s a mess, discarded clothing- both yours and his- litter the floor and clean clothes pile up on his chair near his desk.  He just has a single blanket on his bed and his pillows are slightly askew.  You shuffled through the clothes and murmur out a tender, “watch your step, little one”.  When you reach the bed, you make sure he gets in first.  You typically rest near the wall, but you figure he’ll feel safer, feel smaller, if he’s tucked between the wall and your body.  You watch as he climbs into bed, curling up onto his side with a soft grunt as he reaches out for you to join him.

“I’ll be right there, baby.  Let me get the fan on.”

“But I need you…”

You walk over to turn on the box fan and then return, “I’m right here, my baby boy.  Just gotta make sure my lil thing is comfortable, right?”

“Mhm…”  He says, practically wrapping himself around you as you get into bed beside him.  He entwines your legs and wraps his arms around your waist, his head rests on your chest.  He nuzzles against your shirt, practically purring out a, “you take care of me so well.”

You feel a weird, tight sensation in your chest.  He trusts you so much, it’d be easy to just shrug him off and make fun of him for being so vulnerable.  It’s enough to make you tighten your arms around him.  You wanna protect this sweet baby from everyone who wants to hurt him, who has hurt him.

“Can I nap?  I’m so sleepy.”  He yawns, his body like jello against yours.  He feels so relaxed with you, so safe and protected and warm. 

“Rest, my baby boy.  I got you, you’re safe here.”  He doesn’t need to be told twice, the hum of the fan and beating of your heart is quick to lull him to sleep.  As his breathing evens out into light snores, you feel your own body start to relax in such a way that makes exhaustion hit you hard.  His warm, comfortable body holding you while you hold him makes you feel something you’re not brave enough to face.  You close your eyes and instead try to focus on the way his body feels versus the way his body makes you feel.

[strulobitch]

Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness

Free use Nico R is going to make me hyperventilate stg. Like esp an a/b/o au (where omegas are more accepted and its not toxic), like noco whinging and desperate and just getting obliterated by every alpha that passes by. If you write that smut I will read it So Fast 🩷🩷

No pressure of course, but like esp Toto and Susie (because I can't forget my queen, she would take such good care of him) and then the rancid silver war Lewis hate-sex and then later on when hes a commentator and hes like the winners prize or smthn (during the max v Lewis years 👀👀)

Pass that princess around like a library book stg

So sorry for the long wait!! This turned out lomger than I anticipated(over 5000 words😳)

But uhhh anyways I had an idea loosely based on those prompts, do here you go!

(Also this hasn't been proofread or edited so apologies if the quality is utter garbage)

2006

Nico hadn't expected the night after his first introduction as a real Formula 1 driver to go like this. With his older teammate, Mark Webber, sitting behind him, hands on the omega's knees, holding his legs open. They were in Mark and Nico's hotel room, on the Aussie's bed. The alpha was fully dressed, whereas Nico had only his hoodie on, his lower half completely bare. He fiddled with the hem of the garment, his face flushed as the other men in the room look at him.

Before the bed stood Fernando Alonso and Jenson Button. The Spaniard spoke first, grinning as his eyes raked over the omega. "You weren't kidding when you said he was the prettiest thing you've ever seen," the alpha purrs, stepping closer to run his hand over Nico's calf. His legs instinctively try to close, but Mark keeps holding them open. Fernando chuckles, shaking his head. "And he's so shy too... It's adorable." Nico blushes more at the teasing tone in his voice, leaning back against his teammate a bit better. Mark's thumb strokes the inside of his knee gently, and he presses a kiss behind Nico's ear, his nose gently nuzzling into the omega's blond locks. "Just relax," he murmurs in his deep, accented voice.

Jenson speaks up for the first time, clearing his throat. He looks over at Fernando, who is now leaned over the omega, caressing his legs. "So you'll have him first then?" He questions, and Fernando nods. "Hell yeah. Unless Mark has dibs?" He looks over at the Aussie, who shakes his head. "Nah. I've had my fill and then some," he responds with a grin. "Have at it." Fernando doesn't need any more encouragement, as he stands up straight and starts unbuckling his belt. Jenson does the same, though after getting rid of his clothes he sits down on an armchair positioned to face towards the bed, lazily stroking his cock.

The scent of lust is thick in the air, and Nico starts getting lightheaded. His heart pounds in his chest, his face is flushed, and he can't stop the needy, helpless whine from emitting from his throat. It's a sound so primal that Fernando actually stops in his tracks where he's climbing over the bed and slotting himself between the omega's legs. The Spaniard looks up at the alpha behind Nico, raising an eyebrow. "Is he a virgin?" He asks bluntly. Mark huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. "No, wasn't even before I met him. But he doesn't seem very experienced either, considering how he is with me," he explains. Fernando humms, nodding in agreement, before continuing his way up.

Fernando leans down, and licks a long stripe up the omega's neck. Nico is completely flustered, a pink blush covering the pale skin on his ears, cheeks, nose, and shoulders. He can't speak, only whimper, and that he does. Fernando pulls back, pursing his lips. "Take the hoodie off," he says, mostly to Mark, who grabs the hem of it and starts pulling it off. Nico squeals as the last piece of clothing covering his body is taken off him, and he blushes furiously at the eyes raking over his exposed skin. His nipples are hard and rosy, the smooth, milky skin on his torso flushed. Fernando whistles lowly, setting his hands on Nico's waist, stroking his soft stomach with his thumbs.

Jenson, still sitting on the armchair, his hand stroking his cock slowly, speaks up once more. "Get on with it, Nando," he says. "I don't want to wait forever." The Spaniard scoffs, grinning. "I'll take as long as I want, thank you very much." But by now he was also getting quite aroused to the point of frustration, so without waiting much longer he grabbed Nico by the ankles and pulled him towards himself. Nico yelped as his back hit the mattress, his head now on Mark's lap and his legs dangling in the air over Fernando's shoulders. Mark strokes Nico's hair gently, running his fingers through the blond locks. The omega whines, soft purrs emitting from his chest.

Fernando begins pushing in, growling low in his throat as his cock begins to push through the tight ring of muscle. Nico throws his head back with a high-pitched howl, slick gushing from his hole, pooling on the sheets. The alpha above him groans, his head getting hazy with the scent of the omega's lust. He pushed his cock fully in, making Nico cry out. He clenched down on Fernando's cock, the alpha groaning loudly once more. The Spaniard begins to rock his hips back and forth, drawing out all kinds of filthy sounds from the omega under him.

Nico is squirming on the bed, whining and gasping with every hard thrust of the alpha's hips. Fernando starts pounding into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, along with the almost animalistic howls that Nico is letting out, and the low, satisfied growls of Fernando. Mark keeps stroking Nico’s hair, before suddenly gripping the blond locks and tilting the omega’s head back. Nico’s eyes widen, and Fernando licks his lips, grinning as he lunges down and sinks his fangs into Nico’s neck. The omega cries out, his back arching as his orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave.

Fernando ruts his hips into Nico, growling into his neck. He looks up at Mark, letting go of Nico’s neck to speak. “He’s on the pill, right?” He asks, and Mark nods. “Of course.” Fernando nods, looking back down at Nico, his eyes full of lust and fire. Nico is breathing heavily, whimpering as the alpha fucks him through his orgasm, nearing his peak as well, his knot beginning to swell inside the German. Fernando moves his hips with a feral pace, throwing his head back with a low growl as he floods Nico’s insides with his cum. His knot swells to its full size, forming a bulge over the omega’s stomach.

Mark watches as the pair catch their breaths, Nico whining softly with his head still on the Aussie’s lap. He slides his hand down, stroking over the omega’s bulging stomach. The German whines, his chest heaving with his heavy breaths.

Jenson has been silent during the whole ordeal, just lazily stroking his cock at the scene playing out before him. Now he stands up, walking over to the bed. Fernando looks up at him as he pulls out, Nico’s hole clenching around nothing and dripping semen. “My turn,” he simply states, patting the Spaniard’s shoulder. Fernando steps aside, and Jenson climbs over the omega. “You know what? I think I’ll have a go after you,” Mark speaks up then, grinning at the Brit. “By the time you two are finished I think I’ll be ready to go again,” Fernando quips, making the two others chuckle.

It was becoming increasingly clear to NIco that the night was far from over.

2007

Lewis gasped as Nico grabbed him by the elbow, pulling him away from the party. They end up in the bathroom, Nico snapping the lock shut. Before Lewis can manage to speak up, Nico drops to his knees, and Lewis’s heart jumps to his throat. “Nico,” he chokes out, and the blond looks up at him through his lashes, raising an eyebrow at him. “Yeah?” The omega asks, unbuttoning the alpha’s jeans like it was no big deal.

“W-What are you doing?” Lewis manages to ask, his face flushed as he looks at the kneeling man. “Giving you a blowjob, of course,” Nico responds with a huff, like it was obvious. “You won the race. Your first race. In your rookie year. Celebrations are in order, no?” Lewis doesn’t know what else to do, but nod eagerly. Nico grins up at him, and continues undressing him.

Once Nico gets Lewis’s jeans down to his thighs, he bites his lip looking at the bulge in the other man’s underwear. He eagerly hooks his fingers under the waistband of the boxers, and slides them down. Lewis’s cock springs free, already hard and leaking, before being even touched. Nico licks his lips, whistling lowly. “You’ve been seriously holding out on me,” he murmurs, wrapping his hand around the base of Lewis’s cock. The Brit hisses, throwing his head back. “Fuck, Nico…” he breathes out, looking back down at the kneeling man. Nico grins, squeezing around the girth, feeling it throb in his hand.

Nico leans in, mouthing at the wet head of the alpha’s manhood. Lewis buries his hand in the omega’s hair, breathing heavily as he watches his best friend suckle in his cock. Nico slowly starts sucking him properly, slowly taking more and more into his mouth. Lewis whines lowly, rocking his hips back and forth desperately. Nico chuckles, the sound vibrating against Lewis’s sensitive flesh. Lewis whimpers again, tightening his hold on Nico’s hair.

Nico begins to bob his head, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking on the alpha’s cock. What he doesn’t fit in his mouth, he strokes with his hand. Lewis keeps whining and moaning above him, covering his mouth with his hand and tilting his head back, looking up at the ceiling so as to not immediately blow his load at the sight of his best friend on his knees, cheeks bulging obscenely with the girth of his manhood.

The sound of Nico’s sloppy sucking and the slight gagging noises he makes as the alpha’s blunt tip hits the back of his throat, and Lewis’s groans and whines fill the small club bathroom. Nico’s throat works around the shaft, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he pleasures the alpha with his mouth.

Lewis begins to whine louder not long after. “Nico… Omega, ah, ‘m close,” Lewis chokes out. Nico looks up at him through his blond lashes, bobbing his head faster. “So good…” Lewis whines, his hand gripping the German’s hair as he presses his head fully against his crotch. Nico gags a bit, but closes his eyes and breathes through it, his nose pressed against the tuft of coarse hair just above the base of his knot.

Nico swallows around him, and Lewis is gone. He lets out a high-pitched howl, his cock spurting out thick ropes of his seed down the omega’s throat. Nico dutifully swallows it all, only pulling back after Lewis has gone soft. The alpha pants above him, watching in awe as Nico licks his lips clean, wipes the tears from his eyes and stands up. He grins at the alpha, patting his shoulder. “Get dressed,” he says. “We’ve got a lot more partying to do tonight.”

2010

Nico is bent over the body of his racing car, one of the alpha mechanics holding his arms behind his back as his hips slam against the omega’s behind. The alpha breathes heavily, licking his lips as he stares down at the younger man, who is squirming a bit at the overstimulation. His face is flushed and a little teary, his lips parted as he pants heavily. The floor is wet with his slick and semen that has been steadily dripping from his hole every time he’s been filled up. The mechanics are lounging around, some watching the show, lazily stroking their cocks, and some relaxing and laying back, already having had their fill.

Nico hadn’t let anyone other than other drivers and maybe the odd team principal fuck him, but he had been told that opening himself up for other team members would be a good boost for team morale. And Nico is nothing if not a team player.

So here he is, in the garage, his legs shaking under him, covered in cum. It’s dripping down his legs, drying over his bare back, coating his stomach and even reaching up to his chest, not to mention the mess on his face.

The alpha behind him is still pounding into him, leaning down to lick at the sweat dripping down the back of Nico’s neck. He finally finishes after a few minutes, and Nico taps the roof of the car as a sign that he needs a break. The mechanics are on him immediately, swarming around him like a bunch of bumblebees. A warm, wet rag is being used to clean his legs and torso, several hands stroking his hair and back, the alphas and betas around him cooing at how pretty he is and how well he is doing. One of the men sticks a straw into the omega's mouth, who begins to suck on it. Nico’s eyes slip shut and he hums quietly as his mouth fills with sweet, cold drink.

One of the bigger mechanics wraps Nico up in a blanket, carrying him to the lounge area of the building, and gently setting him down on the nest set up for him on the couches. Nico purrs deep in his chest as he nuzzles into the soft pillows and blankets.

Some of the younger mechanics enter his nest after getting his permission, cuddling up to him and rumbling happily, pressing kisses into the omega’s hair and feeding him snacks. Nico closes his eyes and relaxes, surrounded by his team and the warmth of their bodies, wrapped in soft fabrics and pampered by the men around him.

2012

Nico honestly doesn’t know how he ended up in this situation. One moment he’s on the podium receiving his trophy, and the next he’s on his back in the RedBull hospitality, hands and ankles tied together behind his back. He’s mostly undressed, except for his fireproof shirt, which is now covered in droplets of precum. He’d like to say he isn’t enjoying this, but truth be told, he is.

Nico looks up at the man standing by his head. Sebastian, with his hand stroking his cock, grins down at him. Kimi is standing between his legs, rolling on a condom. “Open up,” Sebastian teases, nudging the omega’s lips with the blunt head of his cock. Nico rolls his eyes, but obeys nonetheless. “Good boy,” Sebastian purrs, and Nico swirls his tongue around the younger man’s sensitive flesh.

Kimi sighs quietly as he pushes in, Nico’s hole clenching down on him. Simultaneously Sebastian begins to rock his hips back and forth, pushing his cock deeper into the omega’s throat with every thrust. Nico breathes through his nose, relaxing his throat to allow the younger alpha to properly fuck his throat.

Kimi keeps swaying his hips back and forth, gently pushing into Nico as he holds him by the waist. Sebastian on the other hand is much more impatient, rutting his hips with a feverish pace, panting above him like an overexcited puppy. Nico would laugh, if his mouth wasn’t too occupied doing other things.

Bubbly spit dribbled from Nico’s lips, dripping down his face. He would’ve found it disgusting, if he wasn’t so embarrassingly turned on. Sebastian whimpers above him as Nico swallows around his cock, his hips jerking forwards suddenly, making Nico gag a little.

“You need to try his mouth, Kimi,” Sebastian says to the Finn between his heavy breaths. “It’s insane.” Kimi hums and nods in response. Nico would normally be offended at being reduced to some sort of object that can be tried and then discarded, but in this context he tried not to think about how the idea of that made his hole gush slick. Kimi seemed to notice, but he didn’t remark on it, which Nico was very grateful for.

Nico felt a tingly sensation in his lower stomach, his head getting a bit hazy at being stuffed on both ends, completely full and so, so satisfied by the feeling of it. He closed his eyes, let his head fall back a bit, and enjoyed the pleasure.

2014

Toto tuts softly as Nico tries moving on his lap. The omega whines as the older alpha wraps his arm around the blond’s narrow waist, holding him back against his chest. Nico whines quietly, his hole clenching and dripping slick around the alpha’s knot. “Be good,” the older man murmurs, writing on his laptop.

Nico leans his head back, eyes closing and a whimper escaping his lips as he trembles on Toto’s lap. Toto strokes his stomach gently, his knot lodged deep in the omega’s hole, forming a slight bulge on his stomach. “Daddy…” Nico whispers. “I know, I know,” Toto responds, pressing a kiss behind the German’s ear. “I’m almost done.”

Nico shivers a bit, clenching the blanket wrapped around him tightly in his hands. He’s completely naked, feeling exposed and vulnerable on the lap of the mostly clothed older man. Luckily the fluffy leopard print blanket wrapped around him soothes that feeling, keeping him warm and calming his nerves.

The door opens, and someone walks in. “Don’t wear the poor boy out,” a woman speaks. Nico cracks his eye open, seeing Susie standing by Toto’s desk, looking down at him with a small smile. Nico lets out a quiet hum, and the older alpha smiles at him. She reaches out to gently brush Nico’s hair away from his face, bringing her hand down to stroke his cheek softly. Nico purrs quietly, leaning into the touch, his eyes falling shut once more. He hears her say something along the lines of ‘pretty boy’.

“Tell him to come to my office once you’re done with him, okay?” Susie says to Toto, leaning in to give him a kiss on the lips. “Of course,” the man replies with a nod, and Susie walks off, not before giving Nico a kiss on the forehead as well.

2016

Nico’s back hits the wall in his driver’s room with a thud, and a pair of lips smash against his. Lewis presses his body tightly against the German’s, grabbing his wrists and pressing them up against the wall. Nico makes a sound as the alpha bites down on his lower lip, his brows furrowing and his lip curling into a sneer.

Lewis lets go of one of his wrists in favor of beginning to rip his racing suit open. Once he gets Nico’s racing suit open he yanks the top half down to his waist, turning him around and pushing him down on some crate that was left in the storage room. He yanks Nico’s fireproof pants and underwear down to his thighs, before undressing himself. Nico’s chest heaves with his heavy breaths as he watches the other man.

Lewis pulls his underwear down to get his cock out, grabbing Nico’s hip and spinning him over. Nico grunts as he’s turned on his stomach, Lewis’s hand wrapping around his mouth. The omega tries to turn his head to glare at the alpha, but before he can, Lewis is already pushing in.

Nico groans deep in his throat as the blunt head of his teammate’s cock pushes past the tight ring of muscle, his hole leaking slick down his thighs. Lewis growls quietly, pressing his nose into Nico’s neck, breathing in his scent.

Lewis pulls back, and slams his cock back in, setting a brutal pace. Nico’s body rocks back and forth, and he bites down on Lewis’s hand as he moans loudly. Lewis groans and bites down on his shoulder, rutting into the omega with a feral pace.

Nico whimpers and arches back into the thrusts, his eyes slipping shut as his legs fight to keep him upright. Lewis breathes heavily, sweat dripping down his back as his sharp canines sink into the omega’s skin. Nico wraps his hand around Lewis’s neck, burying his fingers into the alpha’s short curly hair, holding him close against himself.

The small room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, heavy breathing and almost feral snarling from the both of them. They’re pushing and pulling, scratching and biting, leaving their mark on each other. Finally after what feels like an eternity, Nico lets himself go. His orgasm washes over him with intensity he didn’t expect, his knees going weak as he finally finds his release after months of stress and ruthless dedication. He lets out a rather embarrassing whine as the alpha follows suit, filling the omega up before letting go of him, letting Nico collapse onto the crate.

Nico is barely conscious, shivering from the aftershocks, when he hears Lewis zipping his racing suit back on, wordlessly exiting through the door. He doesn’t even close it all the way though. The bastard.

2021

Max walks towards the room at the end of the hallway. He’s fresh out of the shower, exhausted and worn thin, the weight of his first championship hanging on his shoulders. It was a good, solid reminder of his accomplishments, but he was tired. So when an official had knocked on his door and handed him a letter, he had rightfully been a bit exasperated.

He had opened the letter, and inside he found a room number and a matching keycard, signed with a heart. Max had contemplated for a moment, but his curiosity won by a long shot, so he changed into more comfortable clothes, tugged on his shoes and left to find the room.

He swipes the keycard on the lock and opens the door, stepping in and turning to close it. The first thing that hits him is the thick scent wafting through the air, his nostrils flaring and lips parting as the sickly sweet scent shoots straight to his core. Omega.

Max whips around, eyes widening as he takes in the scene in front of him. The room is dimly lit, the windows framed with dark red curtains. There’s a dresser made from dark mahogany wood, and a matching round table. On the table is an opened bottle of champagne in the ice, and a glass next to it. In the middle of the room is a large king sized canopy bed, the beddings also a matching dark red. And on the bed, lounging against the large, plush pillows, dressed in a red silk robe and holding a glass of champagne, was a figure very familiar to the new champion.

“Nico?” He blurted out in shock, his tired brain working overtime trying to make sense of the situation. The older omega grinned, sipping his champagne. “Evening, Max,” he greeted the younger man, taking a sip from his glass. “I hope you don’t mind that I started without you. I have been waiting quite a while,” he continues, shifting on the bed. The hem of his robe slips off his knee, pooling down on the mattress, revealing the soft, pale thigh underneath. Max has to close his mouth to not drool at the sight.

Nico stands up then, and walks over to Max, then past him, and stops by the table. Max’s breath hitches as he sees the back of the robe, his own name embroidered in cursive black text across the omega’s shoulderblades. Nico sets his glass down, filling it back up, and then pours champagne onto the other glass as well. He takes his own glass into his hand, and hands the other one to Max. Nico reaches over, gently clinking the rim of his glass against Max’s, looking at the other man with uncontained lust. “Congratulations,” he purrs, sipping his drink. Max brings the glass to his lips, taking a sip of the drink, which does nothing to help with his dry mouth.

“I… What is this?” Max finally asks, trying to wrap his head around everything. Nico throws his head back, letting out a laugh. He shakes his head, amused. “You still haven’t figured it out, huh?” He responds, sipping his drink. “Don’t worry. I’ll explain,” he continues, returning to the bed. He lays back down on the pillows, parting his legs. “This… Is your prize,” he continues, motioning at the room, and Max almost chokes on his drink. “There’s this little… Tradition, for the champions. The winner of the drivers championship may choose an omega of their liking to spend the night of their win with. And if I’m being honest, I was very flattered that you chose me,” Nico continues, setting his glass down on the bedside table.

“Chose you…” Max murmurs, thinking about his choice of words. Then he remembers it. Around a month ago, at a club in Las Vegas during an after race party. A man in a suit had approached him, starting up a conversation. At some point the man had asked him if he could have any omega he wanted, who would that be. Max had assumed it was just the usual banter between two alphas, so without hesitation he had responded with “Nico Rosberg”. The man grinned and nodded, and offered him another round of drinks. Looking back on it, it seems like that had been the moment leading up to this. The fulfillment of every single wet dream from his teenage years, all the times he had stood in the shower, furiously jerking off at the thought of that very same omega. And here he was, practically offered to him on a silver platter.

Max throws his head back, gulping down the champagne, before setting the glass down and yanking his shirt off over his head. Nico lets out a satisfied trill, grinning as his eyes rake over the younger alpha’s physique. “There you go,” he murmurs, setting his own glass away and running his hand through his hair. Max walks over to the bed, crawling onto it and over the older omega. “You- uh… Do you have a condom?” He asks, and Nico can’t help but snort. “Oh, darling. There’s anything you could ever want in here,” he responds. “Though I don’t mind if you don’t use one. But feel free to take a look around,” he continues, motioning at the unassuming dresser by the wall. Max gets back up, his cock jerking in his pants at the implication of those words.

The alpha walks over to the dresser, opening the first drawer. Inside he finds a variety of condom packets and medicine bottles. Max looks over at Nico, slightly puzzled. “What are all these for?” He asks, motioning at the medicines. “Oh, the usual stuff,” the omega responds. “Oral contraceptives, aphrodisiacs and so on.” Max nods slowly, a tingly feeling of excitement pooling at his lower stomach, before opening the second drawer. Inside he finds a variety of high-quality accessories. There’s collars, gags, cuffs, harnesses, blindfolds, clamps, rope and a leash. In the next drawer he finds a selection of toys, plugs, whips, riding crops, paddles and even a waxplay kit.

In the last drawer at the very bottom of the dresser is a wide range of clothes and accessories. Outfits for roleplay, sets of lingerie and so on.

Max takes a moment to take it all in, his mind running wild with imagination. But one thing he wants the most is the one he’s the most hesitant to do. Nico can clearly sense this, as he speaks up from his spot on the bed. “What are you thinking about?” He questions, his voice smooth and soothing in a way that causes a shiver to run down Max’s back.

“I just, um…” Max starts, scratching the back of his neck. “I want to try all this and, yeah, but… Could we maybe start with something, eh… More vanilla, I guess?” He finally manages to mumble out. Nico just smiles and shakes his head. “Anything you want, baby. You call the shots tonight.” Max tries not to think about how the petname makes him feel.

Max returns to the bed, crawling over Nico. He removes his pants and boxers, the older omega watching and drinking in the sight of him. Max finds himself growing a little flustered, and he throws the clothes onto the floor.

Nico opens the belt of his robe, letting it fall off. Max’s jaw drops as he sees what Nico is wearing under it. A pair of dark blue lace panties and a matching bralette, a charm with the letter M hanging from the middle of the top, glinting in the dim light as it rests against the omega’s sternum. The alpha licks his lips, hesitating a bit before reaching out, his fingers skimming over the waistband. “You can touch,” Nico encourages, and Max doesn’t need to be told twice.

Max sets his hand on the omega’s waist, slowly stroking the smooth skin of his abdomen. He gently squeezes the softness on Nico’s sides, before sliding his hands down to the omega’s thighs, squeezing them as well. He rubs Nico’s things for a while, before sliding his hands back up, carefully and shyly squeezing Nico’s pectorals. The omega huffs out a giggle, the sound soft and lively, making Max’s hair raise on the back of his neck.

Max leans down and begins to mouth at the skin on Nico’s neck. The omega tilts his head back, and Max presses kisses all over his skin, before trailing down to his chest. Max wraps his arms around Nico, gently unclasping the bralette, removing it from Nico. He sets it aside, and starts mouthing at the omega’s nipples. Nico sighs and leans back into the pillows, shivering a bit. Max presses kisses down to the omega’s stomach, inhaling his sweet scent, briefly wondering about how it would look like if it was filled with his pups. Max shakes the thought away from his head, and continues down.

Max slides Nico’s panties off, the sweet scent of the omega’s slick making him feel lightheaded. Max climbs back up, looking up at Nico with a desperate expression. “Can I kiss you?” He asks, and Nico responds by pulling him into a deep kiss. Max whimpers against the omega’s lips, moving closer until their bodies are completely pressed together. Max can’t stop himself from touching and groping the omega all over, his cock hard and leaking between his legs. Nico of course notices this, parting his thighs invitingly. Max doesn’t need to think before thrusting in, sinking his cock into the omega’s wet hole, the warm muscles gripping him like a vice. It feels so good that Max could cry.

Max begins to rock back and forth experimentally, breathing heavily against Nico’s neck. His cock is throbbing and twitching, so painfully hard that Max feels like his head is losing oxygen from the blood rushing south. Nico strokes Max’s back slowly, his hand sliding down to the alpha’s lower back, pulling him closer and pressing the alpha’s cock deeper. Max bites his lip and whimpers, and Nico wraps his legs around Max’s waist.

Max leans down to kiss Nico again, sucking on his lower lip and nibbling on it, making the omega sigh quietly, and part his lips. Max licks into his mouth, moving his hips faster as he fucks into the older man, holding onto his hips tightly.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly Max’s orgasm sneaks up on him, but he can’t help it. Not when he has the most beautiful omega in the world right under him, writhing on his knot. Max’s knot swells and plugs up the omega’s hole, pumping him full of his seed. Max whines quietly, nuzzling into the omega’s neck. Nico purrs happily, running his fingers through Max’s hair.

Max raises his head, looking up at Nico, his cheeks a bit blushed. Nico laughs softly and cups the alpha’s cheeks gently, stroking his skin with his thumb and pressing a kiss onto his nose. Max blushes furiously, burying his face into Nico’s chest.

After a while Max looks back up at the omega after catching his breath. For a moment he just looks at the older man, before speaking up. “You, um… Are you okay?” He blurts out as the first thing he can think of. Nico laughs softly. “Better than okay,” Nico reassures him, brushing some hair away from Max’s eyes. His gaze turns a little mischievous, and he grins a bit at the younger alpha. “Ready to go again? I know I am.” Max didn’t respond with his words, rather by pulling the omega into a passionate kiss.

[n1k0laa5]

OTHER METHODS TO MANIFEST + SOURCES TO BACK UP MANIFESTATION

the moment i woke up, i ran to my notes app to respond to every ask that i can post—issue is, there was an ask i physically couldn’t respond to. i couldn’t draft it, i tried posting three times maximum so i decided to post it here and hopefully the anon that asked sees.

let’s start with the first thing:

“affirming is a way to believe”—okay, but what else?

yes, affirming is one method. and it works. not because the words are magic, but because the act of repeating a statement encodes it into your cognitive system through a process called Hebbian learning. “neurons that fire together wire together.” when you affirm “I am confident,” and simultaneously imagine it, act it, feel it, and repeat it, you are literally strengthening neural connections that define your self-concept.

but belief is not born from words alone, unless you believe it is. here’s every other way you can build belief that doesn’t rely solely on affirming:

1. Environmental reinforcement

the brain doesn’t exist in a vacuum. belief thrives in an environment that supports it. so if you’re affirming “I’m safe” but living in chaos, doomscrolling negativity, hanging out with people who question your worth, your nervous system is gonna call bullshit. you should construct a sensory field that mirrors the belief you’re choosing.

that means:

• change your visuals. your room, your phone, your mirror messages.

• curate your audio diet. music that echoes your desired reality. no more sad shit unless it’s powerful sad shit.

• limit contradictory input. if you’re manifesting wealth, stop tuning into narratives of scarcity. not out of fear, but because that’s not your storyline anymore.

you create belief when your five senses are enrolled in the same script.

2. Identity-based routines

instead of saying “I’m confident,” become someone who does confident things. this is identity theory in behavioral science. instead of affirming the end state, affirm the identity traits that lead there—and reinforce them through consistent micro-actions.

want to believe you’re creative?

→ set a 5-minute creative timer every morning, even if it’s just doodling.

want to believe you’re loved?

→ write letters to yourself from imaginary lovers. yes, do it.

want to believe you’re powerful?

→ choose your outfit like you’re being watched by a room full of spies and they all fear you.

belief is memory. belief is repetition. belief is self-reference. your brain says, “we do this often. must be who we are.”

3. Emotional rehearsal

this one’s neuro-backed to hell and back. the brain doesn’t distinguish between real and imagined emotion. when you feel a belief, even as a simulation, your body encodes it as lived experience. this is the foundation of visualization in sports psychology and trauma recovery. emotional state + mental image = stored memory.

set aside time to practice what it feels like to already be the version of you that has the belief. not what they do. what they feel. embody it in detail. what does your breath do? how do your shoulders rest? how do you look at strangers? what kind of silence follows you?

the more detailed the internal scene, the faster the neural map updates.

4. Reverse logic traps

this one is chaotic and very real. sometimes belief is built not by stacking evidence, but by destroying opposing logic.

for example:

→ “Why wouldn’t this be true?”

→ “Who told me I had to wait?”

→ “What actually happens if I stop doubting?”

→ “What if belief is safer than fear?”

belief doesn’t just need repetition. it also needs deconstruction. tear down the shitty logic that held the old system up.

5. Embodied movement rituals

I don’t care if this sounds witchy. the body stores identity. if your beliefs haven’t changed, your posture might still be carrying old scripts. the nervous system uses proprioception (body awareness) to encode safety, certainty, and power.

→ stretch like someone who takes up space.

→ walk like the ground exists because you’re on it.

→ sit like you’re being painted by someone who adores you.

you’re not faking it. you’re sending a signal to your system: this is what we do now.

6. Controlled delusion

this is the fun one. belief doesn’t require evidence. it creates evidence. this is seen in placebo effects, delusional confidence, and even phantom limb pain. if you decide something is true and refuse to check for proof, you become a magnet for internal confirmation.

this isn’t “toxic positivity.” this is system override.

say, “this is just how it is now.” then act like it. even if it’s ridiculous. even if your surroundings look the same. belief grows faster when you stop testing it and start protecting it.

now for the second part of your ask:

“Can you recommend reliable sources?”

firstly, i’d like to mention that Neville Goddard is one of, if not, THE biggest inspiration for my work—yet,

let’s keep this grounded in verified models and real academic fields. manifestation and LOA often get treated like woo or fantasy, but what people call “magic” is usually a misinterpreted user manual for cognitive architecture, physics, and perceptual systems. here’s the backbone:

Neuroscience + Cognitive Psychology

this is where most of belief building is explained.

KEY CONCEPTS:

• Hebbian learning → how repetition strengthens belief

• Reticular Activating System (RAS) → filters what reality you notice

• Neuroplasticity → the brain changes itself based on what it repeats and focuses on

• Predictive Coding / Free Energy Principle (Karl Friston) → the brain constructs reality through prediction, not reaction

• Placebo effect studies → prove that belief alone activates the body’s healing and performance systems

Sources to look into:

• Andrew Huberman’s work (especially on behavior reinforcement)

• Lisa Feldman Barrett’s research on emotion and perception

• Friston’s Free Energy Principle (dense, but worth it)

• Books: The Brain That Changes Itself by Norman Doidge, How Emotions Are Made by Barrett

Quantum Mechanics (responsibly)

this part gets abused a lot in LOA circles. people slap “quantum” on anything and call it science. but the actual useful insights come from understanding how observation, probability, and state collapse apply to consciousness.

REAL CONCEPTS TO STUDY:

• Quantum superposition → multiple states existing until observed

• Observer effect → conscious measurement affects outcome

• Many Worlds Interpretation (Hugh Everett) → every possibility exists as a real path

• Decoherence → how possibilities reduce to a single experience

Sources to look into:

• The Fabric of the Cosmos by Brian Greene

• Quantum Enigma: Physics Encounters Consciousness by Rosenblum and Kuttner

• Interviews with Sean Carroll on the multiverse and MWI

• You Are the Universe by Menas Kafatos and Deepak Chopra (yes, Chopra, but paired with actual physicist insight)

Psychosomatics + Mind-Body Medicine

you want real-world evidence that belief shifts reality? study placebo-controlled trials, psychosomatic illness, and neuro-immune modulation.

Things to look into:

• Studies showing belief-induced remission in patients

• Nocebo effects (when belief causes illness)

• The biology of belief by Bruce Lipton (a bit woo, but founded in epigenetics)

Consciousness Research + Phenomenology

if you’re exploring the experience of identity, timeline, and “I AM,” this is your field.

Relevant concepts:

• Self-schema theory → your beliefs shape your autobiographical memory

• Time perception studies

• Meditation neuroimaging (how altered states rewire the sense of self and time)

TL;DR: so how do you build belief?

→ you live the belief before it reflects.

→ you change your environment, behavior, posture, language, inputs, and memories.

→ you stop waiting for evidence and become the source of it.

→ you stop seeking permission and build feedback loops in your body and mind.

→ and if you need help backing it all up? you have literal decades of cognitive science, neuroscience, physics, and behavioral theory sitting in academic journals waiting for you to weaponize it.

belief is not fragile. it’s programmable.

you are not at the mercy of your thoughts. you’re the programmer. so pick the script. install the system. and run the damn code.

[cultkinkcoven]

hey Shi, you don’t have to respond to this. I just wanted to reach out to you and apologize. A few weeks ago I sent you a couple annons that were rude. It was relating to your post about paraphilias and also your relationship with Lord Lucifer. I really was under the impression that you were just using Lucifer to promote your own issues, but after taking the time to actually read through your blog I think I’m starting to understand what you meant, and it’s obvious your devotion to Lucifer is very real. I was really embarrassed and ashamed of my behaviour so I asked Lord Lucifer what I should do and he told me the first step is apologizing. He wasn’t even mad at me, he told me you probably wouldn’t be either. But I still feel horrible about it. I understand if you’re still upset and I know you hate when people hide behind annons but using my name just makes me too anxious. I hope you understand. I relate to the person who said your posts make them anxious, because your posts made me very upset the first time I read them. I had you blocked for a while before the whole paraphilia thing, I only unblocked you because some of my mutuals were talking about it. I really didn’t like you so I was excited to join in on the hate for what I thought was a legitimate reason.

But after a while I realized I was just jealous of what you have with Lucifer and I didn’t know what to do with that. Sometimes your writings make me feel really… unimportant? To him. I wish I could touch him like you do. I’ve been working with him for years and I’ve never experienced some of the things you describe. so it was easier to believe you were lying because accepting it hurt a lot. I know that’s ridiculous and that I shouldn’t have taken that out on you or accused you of things. I realized last night that I’ve been actually stalking your page even though it makes me feel this way and I wasn’t sure why. Your writing style is really vivid and it’s hard to look away. I think I became a little obsessed with you and I’m trying to stop that. I think that’s why you have so many haters and supporters. If it didn’t make me feel this way I think I would actually ship you and Lucifer haha. the way you describe your relationship is really nice and interesting . I also realized that I could never have that kind of relationship with Lucifer while still trying to hurt someone he loves so much.

and to the other annons sending harassment, I know you think you’re helping but you’re not. Accusing people you don’t like of being crazy or predatory is just wrong. People need to take responsibility for their own mental health and just block if posts upset them. I noticed you always use trigger warnings and it was my own fault for ignoring them. I’m the one who chose to read those posts and other people should also acknowledge that too.

I’m still not sure if I want to block you or not cause some of your posts are really good although some of them make me feel bad. But I at least wanted to say sorry for the cruel things I said. I hope you have a nice rest of your day. Thank you.

Hey dude, thanks for writing this.

I’ve received a few messages like this over the past couple weeks from people and I really do appreciate it. I want you to know that I don’t hold any ill will towards anyone who I’ve beefed with in the past. Especially in relation to the paraphilia conversation, it’s an intense and incredibly uncomfortable conversation to have, I’m not surprised some people took it poorly and I don’t blame anyone for having been triggered. I won’t take your behaviour while triggered as an accurate reflection of your character. But you are right, the responsibility is on individuals to avoid and block content that’s harmful to them.

I have people message me all the time and tell me that my relationship with Lucifer makes them jealous, and I honestly don’t know what to do with that lol. I’m still in disbelief that people even read or care about my ramblings. When I first created this page I really didn’t think anyone would pay attention, certainly not envy me.

The thing though is that I do not believe I am unique or special in this regard. I do not think I am the only one capable of having this kind of relationship with him, and I know for a fact that he has other lovers and spouses with similar relationships to mine. You very well could have a relationship like this with him if you vibe well enough together. There is no secret pass word. It just takes seeing and treating him as a sentient “person” rather than a vague worshipable concept. I reject the idea that I have some special quality or power that makes Lucifer more interested in me than others besides being open. I don’t consider myself his favourite, I think we are all his favourites.

Whenever people tell me I make them jealous and they don’t know what to do, I tell them to talk to Lucifer. That’s what I do when I get jealous. Rather than internalizing or isolating, I just talk to him. Your jealousy is a manifestation of your wanting to be close to him, it actually has very little to do with anything beyond that. If you want what I have go to the God who’s giving it to me and ask.

I sometimes see other spouses’ posts and get jealous, but this is just greater inspiration for me to go to him. I tell him I want attention and he gives it to me. I could get upset and ruin my day, make things tense between us, or I could skip all that and get to the point, I want to be near him like they are. More for them doesn’t mean less for me, and more for me doesn’t mean less for you.

Lord Lucifer himself has told me that he actually likes when his followers feel jealous because it makes them reach out to him more honestly. It forces you to confront your yearning. He is not going to be annoyed that you care and have feelings. If anything he might be a bit cocky about it. They kissed him hard so I kissed him harder. From Lucifer’s perspective this is a win-win.

And in the end thats what I want for him. There are things you can do for him that I simply cannot, and I’m relieved that he has other lovers to spend time with when I can’t.

But anyways yeah, thank you for the apology, I really do appreciate it, it’s not an easy thing to do. I’m not still upset at anyone, don’t worry too much about it.

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hello! My apologies if something similar has been asked before- but I have seen folks asking for views on specific characters before- it seems something people do here? Again my apologies if not.

I have a decently recent story I have been working on. It's a sort of urban fantasy slash middle grade mystery story, primarily written out of nostalgia for what I read as a kid. That's largely unrelated to the issue at hand but probably worth knowing.

I have one specific character I'm looking for advice on- he is the biological father of one of the primary characters (they are both Black). I plan for him to be in a sort of magic jail despite what got him there (bringing his child back from the dead) being generally percieved and framed as a good thing by the plot and characters.

I worry this may tie in too much to various stereotypes mentioned in the various lessons (specifically the ones in the first part of the stereotypes lesson relating to harmful stereotypes regarding depictions of Black families in media iirc. Going of memory not 100% sure) here? I do want it to be clear he is a good father and did not leave his child on purpose.

The woman he had the child with has also remarried by now- and the child was quite young when he was arrested- thus they grew up without him but still in a loving family.

I have not entirely decided how I'd like it all to play out- it is only one of many plot threads I'd like to feature, but I'd imagine the relationship between him and his child would be rebuilt. Maybe a little awkwardly but that's how family is.

Would this be all right? Are there any visible pitfalls here?

Thank you for your time should you choose to respond.

If you read my lessons, then you should know that I'm not going to be able to tell you if your story is going to be okay based off of this description alone. From what you have, if you actually make sure to give these characters the writing necessary to understand their motivations, then you should be fine. If you walk away from here and fail at that, then what you write may very well end up racist 😬

Were you able to read the one on Black childhood? I know that's a recent one put up this week.

[bonechxwer]

No Hiding, Puppy

18+

First time posting one of these, apologies if i get the tags wrong! (and also let me know what u thought >w<) cw: fdom, afab reader, petplay, mentions of paddles, milking, and The Countdown (iykyk)

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He had his face buried in his hands. 

Again.

It was fun to watch Arlo get flustered, even at the tiniest of touches or little teases. But as cute as it was to watch him squirm and struggle, she wanted to see him. All of him. To imagine what a lovely shade of pink hid under the safety of his palms– and how much more red he would get when she took that troublesome little ability away from him. 

She tutted. “Nu-uh, puppy. You know the rules. Be a good boy for me and put your hands down.” 

He squirmed at the words ‘good boy.’ Somewhere in him, there was a fire raging. And each subsequent word only fueled the flames, sending him deeper and deeper into his heat. 

“–s’.. It’s embarrassing thoughhh…” He whined. His body writhed like a pinned snake, like if he stopped moving all those delicate emotions would catch up to him and eat him whole. Salem chuckled.

“Oh but that is the point, pup. I don’t want you to hide those pretty little expressions from me… And besides, good boys do what they are told when they are told to do it." She leaned forward, voice quieting. "So I’ll ask politely one. More. Time.” The words rolled off her tongue thick, only heightening Arlo’s sensitive disposition. But still he hid. Salem sighed, sitting up. “Don’t make me count, pup.” He whimpered. An eye peeked through his fingers and stole a glance at her before quickly disappearing again. But he didn’t comply. Salem sighed again, tutting. 

“Ten.” Arlo flinched, like she had pricked him with a needle.

“Nine.” He whined, squirming again. Heart beating out of his chest. Butterflies filled his stomach.

“Eight.” Still no response. She sighed. “Seven. I’m disappointed puppy… disobeying a direct order from your mistress… Six.” She straddled him, pinning him down so he could no longer squirm, but she left his arms free. The feeling inside him bloomed further. 

“Five. Arlo, if we hit zero I am going to be very upset. And you aren’t going to like what comes next.” He choked a sob, letting out a chorus of noises that sent a shudder down Salem’s spine. She chuckled in delight. “I- P- Please… Mistress… I’m sowwy… Issembarrassing… I…” 

“–Four. Pup, are you going to put your hands down, or are you going to make me tie them to the bed?” She pursed her lips for a moment, giggling. "Then again, you would probably like that... wouldn't you, slut?" Flustered gibberish was all that the dog boy could respond with. Bits of english incoherently mixed in, the butterflies in his stomach acting as a whisk that turned every word into meaningless nothing.

“Three. Cutting it awfully close here, Arlo. Not that I wouldn't mind, of course. I love punishing you... Two.” She smiled to herself, tapping her chin. “What to do... I could hook you up to the milker for the night... or maybe put you in a cage for a few months... Ooh! Maybe this would be the perfect time to test out those new paddles and whips I got... honestly, its been a while since I put some good marks on you... so many options~” She said in a singsong voice. Arlo squirmed and protested, but her count continued. "One. Maybe I'll just do it all... See how much i can break you. God, its fun to see you in a puddle. My mindless little puppy..."

That was all it took to get him to cede. It took courage, but gingerly he let down his hands, revealing more and more until all that remained was that sweet, cherry-red, bashful little face. She chuckled, leaning down over him so close that her exhales tickled his skin. Her hand rushed to trace along his chin, cupping it closer to her, forcing their eyes to meet. Arlo's breath hitched.

“ There you are..~”