#step brothers

[mavens-confessional]

When I was a teenager, It was a hot summer and I was watching tv on the sofa and fell asleep. My step brother was there watching too. I was half in and out of dream state, when I felt something in my hand. My hand had been flipped out and was hanging over the sofa. I didn’t open my eyes, because it felt like skin. I was terrified when I realized he had placed his cock in my hand and was caressing it. I froze, but I couldn’t deny that I was also instantly aroused…so I just pretended to be asleep. I didn’t know what else to do. He lightly put his hand around mine and made me squeeze his cock. I was only 14, and he 17. His cock was huge in my little hand - and it was hot and it was hard. He started forcing my hand to lightly squeeze and stroke him. I was petrified at what might happen next. I was trying to breathe normally and act like I was asleep. He was squeezing my hand harder and moving it faster and I didn’t know what else to do. Then I felt his other hand touch my breast and I realized my nipples were hard. He noticed. He started playing with my erect nipple. My pussy was throbbing but I was so scared - so I moaned a little bit, like I was maybe about to wake up, but it sounded like a moan of pleasure - and he suddenly released my hand. I realized he was cumming and had to pull away or else he get cum on my hand and it would wake me up.

He left the room pretty quickly after that. I waited for a while and then I got up and went to my room. I got in my bed and I couldn’t help it - I started touching myself and reliving what had just happened to me and I had the biggest orgasm I’d ever experienced. I had only masturbated a few times before that day.

After that, I started to “fall asleep” on the sofa all the time and hope that he would touch me. He kept doing it, but things started to escalate. He started to lightly touch my pussy over my tiny little bootie shorts. He touched and stroked my face with his cock. One time, he opened my mouth so lightly and just put the head of his cock around my lips. All the while I pretended to be asleep. And every time I would moan or shift my position he would either have an orgasm or get scared that he would wake me up and then he would stop. Every time, I would “wake up” after and go in my room to masturbate - thinking about what he had done to me.

We always acted like nothing had been happening - but the sexual tension between us during waking hours got hotter and hotter. I felt shame, but also extreme arousal about it.

Our last encounter was just before he moved out. He actually got on top of me and started grinding on my pussy while trying to balance himself to not put pressure on the rest of my body. I was covered in a blanket, but I could feel his huge cock throbbing and rubbing against my groin and my lips were so engorged and I was soo ready. His face got so close to mine and he was whispering my name and telling me what a good little slut I was and how he wants to fuck my little virgin pussy and it’s driving him crazy all day long. My pussy was so wet and oh my god… I wanted him so badly, but I was still a virgin and this was all so, so very wrong.

I moaned in pleasure and tension and I had an orgasm just from him rubbing on me through the blanket! He immediately came all over himself and soiled the blanket. It was so intense, and there is no way he could’ve believed I was actually asleep. I never opened my eyes, but still.

He moved out shortly after that and we’ve never spoken of it. He married a girl that looks like she could be my sister. And I always felt like he still thinks about what we did all that long hot summer. I still masturbate thinking about it.

[zennx-23]

I present to you all my very cursed cross gen AU idea of Brooklyn being Gingka’s older brother.

This has been an idea I have had for years and have since haven’t been able to get it out of my mind because 1. Gingka and Brooklyn are both voiced by the same English VA- Robert Tinkler and that still gives me total whiplash to this day, 2. They are both crazy powerful redheads in their respective gens who kick major ass and get real serious when angry, and 3. The fact that they both have angel imagery/motifs because of Zeus and Pegasus respectively of which both just so happened to be quadrupeds with wings like wow what are the odds, so because of that, I came up with this funny lil AU idea.

This is more or less an AU where Gingka exists in OG, just him and Ryo, nothing more. They live far off in the country side, Brooklyn is Gingka’s older step brother and his mom is always busy with work so he stays over with them a lot. Gingka always dragging him around and showing him around their small quaint village, much to Brooklyn’s annoyance, but doesn’t complain since he likes the nature walks and enjoys playing in the flower fields with Gingka and saying hi to the animals at the farm.

This is all like, pre/during s1? Gingka wouldn’t shut up about Beyblade, and Brooklyn had mild interest in Beyblade prior to their parents marriage because it was growing popular and he thought eh, why not, and hadn’t gotten too serious about it till he met Gingka, who wanted to battle him a lot. 

Once the championships began, the rest was history, and Gingka got real inspired as you can see. 

They both had beys that were passed down from their families. Ryo gave Pegasus to Gingka, and Brooklyn was given Zeus by his biological father before he passed. Later on, at some point Boris heard about Brooklyn’s gifted talent, and sought him out during VForce. Much to Gingka’s dismay.

He wouldn’t be able to see him again till the end of GRev, so they had a goodbye battle before Brooklyn left for BEGA.

What happens afterwards you may ask? Well let’s just say a worried Gingka books it on over to see if his big brother is ok, all the while meeting with the Bladebreakers, hilarity ensues as everyone finds out Brooklyn has a little brother, who is just as strong and powerful as he is lol

I might come back and refine and colour these sketches. Who knows.

[ladymadness]

Oh she's for the girlies too isn't she

[rosalie-starfall]

The ever growing Hahnverse

Crossing Jordan

How to lose a guy in 10 days

Anchorman

Step Brothers

Free Agents

Parks and Recreation

Wanderlust

Afternoon Delight

We're the Millers

She's funny that way

This is where I leave you

Bad Moms

I Love D*ck

Bad Moms Christmas

Transparent

Mrs. Fletcher

Wandavision

Glass Onion

Tiny Beautiful Things

Agatha All Along

The Studio

[marcusspace]

Brotherly swap - part 1

In the quiet solitude of his dimly lit bedroom, Timothy McAllister sat cross-legged on his twin bed, surrounded by the silent guardians of his imagination—shelves crammed with comic books, action figures, and forgotten school textbooks. The digital clock on his nightstand blinked 3:42 AM, a silent sentinel to his nocturnal habits. Tim, a self-proclaimed nerd with glasses perched on the tip of his nose and a penchant for graphic t-shirts, was lost in the realm of his favorite anime series. His eyes darted across the screen of his laptop, his heart racing with every clash of swords and whisper of a forbidden romance.

A sudden noise jolted him out of his fantasy world—the unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh, muffled by a closed door. Curiosity piqued, he tiptoed out of his room, his socks making faint squeaks against the cold, hardwood floor. The noise grew louder as he approached the staircase, each step bringing him closer to the source of the mysterious sounds. The thirst that had plagued him earlier was forgotten, replaced by a burning curiosity that compelled him downstairs.

The kitchen light spilled out into the hallway, creating a stark contrast with the shadows. Tim peered sneakily, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. There, at the kitchen island, stood Brad—his stepbrother, the epitome of jock perfection with a body sculpted from football and a swagger that made heads turn. Brad must’ve just stumbled home after a night of partying and heavy drinking. Brad is standing naked in the kitchen, clearly thinking everyone is asleep, his hand was moving rhythmically, fisting his impressive uncut 9-inch cock. The sight of Brad's muscles flexing, his abs rippling with each stroke, sent a jolt of arousal through Tim. He felt a pang of envy for the power Brad's body held, the ease with which it drew attention and desire.

Tim's mouth went dry as he watched Brad's hand work over his shaft, the precum glistening under the soft glow of the pendant lights. He couldn't help but think about the fantasies he'd had—fantasies where he could experience Brad's body for himself, where he could feel the strength and virility that seemed so far out of reach. But this was real, and Tim knew he should look away. Yet, he remained frozen, his own hand inching down to his crotch, his cock hardening at the sight of Brad's unabashed pleasure.

With a jolt of reality, Tim realized he could be caught staring. He bolted back upstairs, his cheeks flaming with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. His tiny cock strained against his pajama bottoms, demanding attention. He rushed into his room and slammed the door, his thoughts racing. He felt so ashamed—how could he be turned on by his own stepbrother? It wasn't just the taboo; it was the stark contrast between Brad's jock body and his own lanky, unathletic frame.

Tim flopped onto his bed, his hand trembling as it found its way into his pants. He couldn't stop thinking about Brad's cock, the way it had filled his hand so completely. He began to stroke himself, imagining what it would be like to have that kind of power, that kind of presence. He thought of Brad, sweaty and spent after a grueling football practice, his muscles begging for relief. The fantasy grew more vivid—Brad, helpless and needy, turning to Tim for comfort.

Tim's hand moved faster, his breath hitching in his throat as he pictured Brad's face contorted in pleasure. In his mind's eye, Brad's handsome features were a mix of surprise and gratitude as Tim took him into his mouth, his tiny cock forgotten in the face of his stepbrother's overwhelming manhood. The fantasy was intoxicating, a heady blend of the forbidden and the desired. His hand was a blur, his strokes becoming more erratic as the image of Brad's cock grew larger and larger in his mind.

With a strangled moan, Tim came, the sensation of release flooding through him like a tidal wave. He didn't bother to clean up the mess, too lost in the aftermath of his climax to care about the sticky residue on his hand and stomach. He lay there, panting, the room spinning slightly from the rush of adrenaline and embarrassment. Eventually, his eyes grew heavy and he succumbed to sleep, his last thoughts a jumble of Brad's body and his own secret longings.

The next morning, Tim woke with a start, his body feeling... different. He sat up, and the world tilted alarmingly. He reached out to steady himself, and his hand encountered something unfamiliar—his own hand, but it was larger, more muscular. His eyes shot to his reflection in the mirror opposite his bed, and what he saw took his breath away. He was in Brad's body.

Tim couldn't believe it—his fantasy had come to life. He rolled out of bed, his new muscles protesting the movement with a delightful stretch. He stumbled over to the mirror, his legs unaccustomed to the bulk of Brad's muscular frame. His eyes widened with wonder as he took in the sight of Brad's reflection. The broad chest, the rock-hard abs, the powerful arms, and the proud erection that jerked in response to his touch. He tentatively reached down to grasp Brad's cock, his heart racing as he felt its heavy warmth in his hand.

Tim couldn't resist exploring further. He flexed the bicep, watching the muscle bulge and dance in the early morning light. He ran his hand over the flat expanse of Brad's stomach, feeling the ridges of his abs, the trail of hair that led to his groin. He stepped closer to the mirror, his gaze lingering on the reflection of Brad's face, now his own. He touched his cheek, the stubble rough against his fingertips. His hand trailed down to Brad's chest, feeling the thump of a heart that was now his, the thrill of power surging through veins that had never felt so strong.

With one hand, he began to stroke the cock that was now his own. It felt alien, yet incredibly arousing. The sensation was magnified, as if his own desires had been amplified by the sheer size of his new member. His other hand roamed over the landscape of Brad's body, tracing the contours of his broad shoulders, the firmness of his ass. He couldn't believe the sensation—his fantasy was playing out in real life. He was the jock now, the one with the power to turn heads and command attention.

Tim's eyes remained glued to the mirror as he jerked off Brad's cock, watching the way it moved in his hand, the way his new body responded to his touch. He felt a thrill of power as he manipulated it, watching the shadows play across the muscles he had once envied from afar. The hand that was once so inexperienced now moved with surprising confidence, guided by Brad's own body's instinctive knowledge. He felt the beginnings of another orgasm build, a warmth spreading through him that was more intense than anything he had ever felt before.

Suddenly, he heard a noise from downstairs—Brad's voice, but it was high-pitched and panicked. Tim froze, his hand still wrapped around Brad's cock. What was going on? He had to find out. He stumbled to the door, his legs unsteady in this new form. His heart thudded in his chest as he descended the stairs, trying to process what was happening.

As he approached the kitchen, he could make out Brad's frantic cries. "What the fuck?! What did you do to me?!" Tim peeked around the corner, his eyes widening in horror and fascination. There was Brad, his body now in Tim's place, flailing around the kitchen in a pair of Tim's oversized glasses, looking utterly lost. Tim had to stifle a laugh—his stepbrother was now the one out of his element.

"I... I don't know what's happening!" Brad's voice, coming from Tim's smaller body, was a high-pitched squeak that seemed to echo off the walls. He stumbled around the kitchen, bumping into chairs and knocking over a vase. Tim felt a twinge of pity, watching Brad struggle with his new reality.

But the pity quickly turned into a giddy excitement as he realized that he was no longer the nerd. He was the jock, the one who could bend the world to his will. The one who could get whatever he wanted. And what he wanted, more than anything, was to live out his wildest fantasies in Brad's body.

Tim took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen, his new body moving with a grace that was both alien and thrilling. Brad's eyes went wide with shock as he took in Tim's new form. "What the fuck, Tim?" he squeaked.

"Well, well, well," Tim said, a smirk playing on Brad's full lips. "Looks like we've swapped places." He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight of Brad in his own skin—so small and fragile. "I guess the universe has a sense of humor after all."

Brad looked up at him with a mix of fear and anger. "Make it stop," he demanded, his voice still not his own. "This isn't funny!"

Tim just chuckled, the sound deep and resonant in Brad's body. "Oh, but it is," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "It's more than funny, it's a dream come true." He strode over to Brad, towering over him. "Imagine all the things I can do with this body." He flexed his bicep, watching Brad's eyes follow the movement with a mix of awe and dread.

"You can call me Brad now," Tim said, his voice a commanding rumble. "And I'll call you Tim. It's only fair, right?"

Brad's eyes darted around the kitchen, his mind racing. He had to get out of this situation, had to get back into his own body. But how? He had seen enough sci-fi movies to know that the geeky protagonist usually had some kind of ace up their sleeve, but all he had was Tim's scrawny body and a head full of football stats.

Tim, now Brad, took a step closer, his new body exuding confidence with every movement. "Come on, little bro," he said, his voice a mockery of Brad's usual cocky drawl. "Let's not make a scene." He reached out to pat Brad's shoulder, his hand swallowing Tim's delicate frame. "You'll get used to it."

Brad shrank away, his eyes darting to the floor. "What do you want?" he whispered, his voice barely recognizable as Tim's.

Tim, reveling in his newfound power, leaned in closer, his breath hot against Brad's ear. "Oh, you know what I want," he murmured, his hand drifting down to Brad's crotch. "But first, let's go get you cleaned up. You can't face the day like this."

With surprising gentleness, Tim guided Brad to the bathroom, watching as his stepbrother's body moved clumsily in the unfamiliar confines of Tim's smaller frame. He couldn't resist the urge to run his hand along Brad's ass, feeling the firm muscles that he had so often envied. Brad flinched, his eyes flashing with a mix of fear and anger. "Cut it out!" he snapped.

Tim just smirked, his hand lingering. "Don't worry, I know you're straight," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I'm not, and now I've got your body. So let's make the most of it, shall we?"

Brad's cheeks flushed, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't believe what was happening. "This isn't right," he protested weakly. "We can't just... swap lives like this."

Tim, now in Brad's body, grinned. "Why not?" He leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You've had your fun with the cheerleaders and the football games. It's my turn now." He stepped back, admiring his reflection in the mirror. "And don't worry, I'll take good care of your body." His hand drifted down to cup Brad's crotch, his eyes never leaving Brad's face. "In fact, I've got a whole new set of rules for it."

Brad felt a surge of anger, his fists clenching at his sides. "You can't just—"

Tim cut him off with a wave of Brad's hand. "Oh, but I can. And I will. Now, let's talk about your old life." He leaned against the sink, Brad's body looking eerily relaxed in Tim's usual slump. "What was her name? Your, um, my girlfriend, I mean."

"Her name is none of your business," Brad spat back, his voice unsteady.

Tim chuckled, the sound deep and resonant in Brad's body. "Well, now it is," he said, stroking Brad's cheek with the back of his hand. "I mean, I'm going to be living your life now. It's only fair that I know all your little secrets."

Brad's eyes narrowed, his hands balled into fists. "What are you saying?"

Tim, now Brad, leaned in closer, his grin wicked. "I'm saying," he began, his hand tracing the line of Brad's jaw, "that from now on, Brad here is going to be exploring his... let's call it his 'alternative' side." He watched Brad's face contort with disgust, his new body flushing with excitement at the thought. "You're going to be the one going to prom with the hottest guy instead of the prom queen."

Brad's eyes widened with horror. "You can't do this to me!"

Tim, now in Brad's body, chuckled darkly. "Why not? You've had your fun with the ladies. Now it's time for me to have some fun with the... boys." He winked, his hand sliding down to Brad's waist, the touch electric and unwelcome. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to give you plenty of stories to tell."

Brad's mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this nightmare. He had to find a way to reverse the swap, to get back into his own body before things went too far. "We need to find out how this happened," he said, his voice shaking with fear. "There has to be a way to fix it."

Tim, now in Brad's body, just shrugged. "Why bother?" he said, his tone laced with nonchalance. "This is the best thing that's ever happened to me." He flexed his new biceps, watching them bulge in the mirror. "I've got everything I've ever wanted."

[leriexoxo]

Shh! Dont Tell Anyone…

Pairing: Stepbrother! Felix x Reader

Tags: Smut, 18+ mdni, forbidden sex, breeding, creampie, masturbating, voyeurism, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, risky situation, step siblings

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: She thought she was alone when she slipped her hand under the sheets—fumbling, quiet, curious. But her stepbrother heard everything from the other side of the wall. And when he finds her in the middle of it, doing it all wrong, he offers to help… just once. To show her how to feel good.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.

Literally.

Or figuratively.

You squirmed beneath your sheets, biting your lower lip as your fingers fumbled between your thighs for the hundredth time tonight. Every article you read made it sound so simple—“just relax, find your rhythm, listen to your body.” And yet here you were, frustrated, flushed, and… failing.

A quiet whimper slipped past your lips before you could stop it. The kind that was half-plea, half-defeat. You didn’t know someone was walking past your door right at that moment.

You definitely didn’t know the door was cracked open.

“Y/N?”

The voice was soft, confused. Familiar.

You froze—wide-eyed, deer-in-headlights frozen—as Felix stepped just into the frame, his brows furrowing slightly. He was dressed in his usual oversized hoodie and sweats, earbuds dangling from his neck, tousled blond hair still slightly damp from his shower.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping closer. Then he paused. His eyes dipped.

And you knew. You knew the second his expression changed. The realization clicked behind his eyes like a light switch flipping on.

Felix blinked, his voice suddenly lower. “Were you…?”

Your heart nearly exploded in your chest.

“FELIX!” you screamed, yanking the blanket up to your chin as if it could erase what he’d just seen. “GET OUT!”

His eyes widened like saucers as he instinctively turned around, hand flying up to shield his face—as if that would help after the full two seconds of eye contact with your very naked soul.

“I—I didn’t know the door was open!” he stammered, still not looking at you. “I heard something—I thought you were hurt or crying or something!”

You buried your face in your pillow, wishing it would swallow you whole. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing…”

“I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to—” He hesitated, still facing away. “Were you… trying to—y’know…?”

Silence.

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t have to.

He let out a slow, shaky breath, his voice quieter now. “It’s okay. It’s… natural. Everyone does it.”

Your head snapped up. “Not everyone sucks at it.”

He turned slightly, just enough for you to catch the side of his face. “You were… having trouble?”

You bit your lip, looking away. “I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s never… worked. Not really.”

Another pause. The air was thick now. Electric. You could feel something shift, subtle but unmistakable.

Felix cleared his throat. “I mean… I could show you. If you want.”

Your stomach dropped. Your breath caught in your throat.

“What?”

He finally turned around, his cheeks red, jaw clenched like he was fighting himself with every word.

“I—I shouldn’t even be saying this. You’re my… you know. But I saw the way you were touching yourself and…” He glanced at you, eyes darker than before. “You’re doing it all wrong.”

Your throat was dry. “So you were watching.”

“I didn’t mean to,” he said quickly, stepping closer. “But once I did—I couldn’t not. And I just—look. If you want me to leave, I will. But if you want help…” He reached up, slowly brushing his fingers across his bottom lip, like he was imagining how you’d taste. “I can show you how to make it feel good. For real.”

You stared at him, heart thumping, body on fire, mind screaming no but your lips whispering—

“…show me.” Your voice was barely a whisper.“Please…”

That one word shattered the last bit of restraint in Felix’s eyes.

His jaw flexed as he took a slow, deep breath, like he needed to anchor himself before doing something he couldn’t take back. And yet, his touch was impossibly gentle as he stepped forward and knelt beside your bed.

“Okay,” he murmured, voice low and velvety. “I’m gonna touch you. But if you want me to stop… you just say the word, yeah?”

You nodded quickly, too dazed and needy to speak. He wasn’t just offering help—he was offering worship.

Felix reached for the edge of your blanket. His fingers brushed your trembling hand where it gripped the fabric tight around your chest. “Can I…?”

You swallowed hard. “Y-Yeah.”

He pulled the blanket down slowly, inch by inch, eyes locked on your face the entire time to catch even the tiniest flicker of discomfort. But when your bare skin was revealed, glowing soft in the low light of your bedroom, he paused—stunned.

“Fuck…” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”

Your cheeks burned, but there was no time to be shy—not with the way his fingers were sliding up your inner thigh, slow and warm and careful, sending sparks all the way up your spine.

“Relax,” he murmured, settling between your knees. “Just breathe.”

You tried.

You really tried.

But then his thumb brushed over your clit.

You gasped—a soft, high sound—and Felix looked up immediately.

“That feel okay?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes…”

His eyes darkened. “Good girl.”

His touch grew more confident. He rubbed slow circles into your clit, experimenting with pressure, adjusting the rhythm each time you gasped or whimpered or arched your back. The tension in your belly coiled tighter, and it hadn’t even been a minute.

“See?” he whispered, lips curling. “You don’t need to press so hard or go so fast. Let it build…”

Then he flicked your clit lightly—once, twice—and your thighs jerked.

“Oh my god—Felix!”

He groaned under his breath at the sound of your voice, low and desperate like music in his ears. He leaned in close, eyes locked to your face as he pinched your clit gently between two fingers.

Your hips bucked, and he had to hold you down with a firm hand on your thigh.

“Shhh… you like that, baby?” he asked, his voice hot against your neck. “You’re so fucking sensitive. So responsive.”

You were panting now, your legs trembling, every nerve in your body focused on that one point of contact. The pleasure built like pressure in a bottle, and you could feel yourself getting closer.

And just as your whimpers turned into gasps—he stopped.

“Wait.”

Your eyes flew open. “W-Why?”

Felix brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them slowly, humming around the taste.

“I need to ask,” he said, voice rasping like sandpaper and velvet. “Do you want my fingers?”

You blinked at him, dazed. “Yes.”

“Really want them, baby? It might stretch a little at first, but I’ll go slow.”

You nodded frantically, hips already arching toward him. “I want it. I want you.”

Felix smiled, warm and wicked, and leaned in to press a soft kiss to your inner thigh. “Good girl.”

He eased one finger inside, gentle and patient, curling it slowly as your body adjusted. You whimpered—more from the intensity than discomfort—and he moaned at how tight you were around just one of his fingers.

“So fucking tight… and this is just one.” He kissed your thigh again. “Can I give you another?”

“Please…”

He slid in the second finger, scissoring them slightly before curling up—just so. Your back arched instantly.

“There she is…” he murmured, fingers stroking that perfect spot deep inside you while his thumb returned to your clit. “You’re dripping, baby. You feel that?”

You were lost in it—your body writhing, thighs trembling, mouth open in helpless moans. But just before the orgasm could crash over you, Felix slowed down, pulling back slightly.

You whimpered, breathless and wrecked. “Why’d you stop—?”

“I want to use my mouth,” he said, voice suddenly low and hungry. “Can I taste you?”

Your eyes widened.

He kissed your knee softly. “Please, sweetheart. Let me use my tongue to make you fall apart.”

His words echoed in your ears, thick with promise.

“Let me use my tongue to make you fall apart.”

You nodded desperately, your voice broken and breathless.

“Please… please, Felix. I want it—I want your mouth so bad—”

He grinned, that cocky, smug little smirk you’d normally roll your eyes at—except now, it had your thighs clenching.

“Say it again,” he whispered as he kissed down your inner thigh, “Beg for me.”

You whined, biting your lip hard before gasping, “Please eat me out, Felix—please, I need it, I’m so close, I want your tongue—I need you.”

That did it.

Felix didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between your thighs like he was starved, tongue sliding through your soaked folds with a long, sinful groan. He licked you like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted—slow at first, dragging his tongue flat and firm, then focusing in on your clit with a rhythmic flick that had your whole body jerking.

Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft blond strands as you moaned shamelessly. “Felix—fuck—don’t stop—”

He moaned against your pussy, the vibration shooting through your core like lightning, and his fingers pushed back inside you—two of them, curling deep, hitting that sweet spot like he’d mapped your body himself.

It was overwhelming—his fingers working you open from the inside, his tongue relentless on your clit, switching from flicks to gentle sucks that had your legs trembling on either side of his head.

Your climax was right there—close, desperate, building too fast to stop.

“I—I’m gonna—Felix—!”

He didn’t stop.

He sucked harder, fingers curling faster, coaxing you right over the edge.

You screamed, hips bucking, thighs squeezing around his head as the orgasm tore through you like a wildfire. It hit in waves, crashing and crashing until you were trembling under him, panting, flushed, soaked.

He only pulled back when your hips twitched from overstimulation, licking his lips slowly like he’d just finished a gourmet meal. “Taste even better than I imagined.”

Your vision was fuzzy, your body limp. “I… I can’t…”

Felix smirked. “Yes you can, baby. You’re not done.”

You blinked up at him. “What…?”

He leaned over you, his hand sliding up your thigh, slow and teasing, before his thumb pressed softly against your clit again. Your breath hitched.

He kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then whispered into your ear, “You said you needed me, right?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes—God, yes—”

“What do you need, baby?”

Your hands grabbed at him, desperate, half-sobbing as you said, “I need to feel you—inside me. Please, Felix. I wanna be full—I need your cock, I need all of you—”

Felix groaned so deep it rattled in his chest.

He reached down, tugging his sweats low just enough to free himself—already hard, thick, flushed, the tip wet with arousal. He stroked himself once, twice, watching you squirm and bite your lip, totally gone for him.

“You want this?”

“More than anything.”

He lined himself up at your entrance, rubbing the head through your slick folds, watching your body react—needing it.

Felix pushed in slowly, carefully, watching every flicker of expression on your face as your walls stretched around him.

“Fuuuck,” he hissed through his teeth. “You’re so tight, baby. Taking me so good…”

You moaned beneath him, your fingers clawing at his shoulders, the burn of the stretch deliciously intense. He was thick, the kind of full that made your body feel claimed in the most dangerous, beautiful way.

“Is it too much?” he asked, pausing halfway, his voice shaking with restraint.

You shook your head quickly, gasping. “No—don’t stop—keep going—I want all of it—”

He groaned like it hurt to hold back. “Shit. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Then he slid in the rest of the way, inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you. The fullness made your breath catch in your throat, your walls fluttering around him in pure overstimulated ecstasy.

You whimpered. “So deep…”

He leaned down, nose brushing yours, lips ghosting over your mouth. “You feel me, baby? All the way in?”

You nodded, moaning. “Yes—fuck—you’re so deep…”

He started to move. Slow at first—so slow—pulling out just enough to make you ache, then rolling his hips forward again with a steady rhythm that made you feel every inch.

Your nails dragged down his back. “Faster—please—don’t hold back—”

That broke something in him.

Felix gripped your thighs and slammed into you, hips snapping forward with a force that punched the air from your lungs. Your back arched, toes curling as the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.

“Oh my God, Felix—”

He was gone. Filthy. Animalistic. His hand grabbed your jaw, tilting your face up as he fucked into you like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

“You feel that?” he growled, his voice rough, wrecked. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? To be stretched, filled—fucked properly?”

You could barely breathe, barely think—his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside you, your clit throbbing from how hard he was driving into you.

“Yes—yes—yes—Felix, don’t stop—”

He reached down, thumb finding your clit again, rubbing fast tight circles that made your whole body spasm under him.

“You’re gonna come again,” he said, breath hot against your ear. “You’re gonna cream all over my cock, aren’t you, baby? Gonna let your stepbrother fuck it out of you like you were made for me?”

You sobbed, hips grinding up to meet him. “I’m so close—don’t stop—please don’t stop—”

“I won’t, baby,” he whispered, voice dark with lust. “You’re mine now. I’ll fuck you anytime you want—just say the word.”

The pressure exploded.

You screamed as your second orgasm ripped through you—louder, harder, messier than the first. Your body seized, pulsing around him, squeezing him so tight he cursed and stuttered in his thrusts.

“Shit—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Do it inside,” you begged. “Please—fill me up, I want it, want all of you—”

That sent him over.

Felix groaned deep in his chest, his body shuddering as he buried himself to the hilt and came, hot and thick, spilling inside you with twitching, jerking thrusts as he clung to your body like it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

You were both a mess—sweaty, breathless, completely ruined.

He collapsed on top of you, still inside, still twitching, his face buried in your neck.

“Holy… fucking… shit.”

You giggled softly, still shaking, still stretched, filled, wrecked.

Felix hadn’t pulled out yet. He stayed inside you, forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing heavy like you’d just sprinted through hell and back—together.

The room was quiet now. No more gasps or skin slapping or whispered filth—just the sound of your racing hearts and the electric silence crackling between you.

Then—

“…We shouldn’t have done that.”

His voice was quiet. Almost broken.

Your heart seized.

You didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to lose the warmth of him, the way his body fit against yours like he’d always belonged there. But he was right.

He was your stepbrother.

Felix slowly pulled out, and you winced at the overstimulation, the sudden emptiness. His cum spilled out of you onto the sheets, warm and wet and utterly damning.

You stared at the ceiling. “We just… we just did that.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, raking a hand through his hair, still out of breath. “Fuck. Fuck.”

You couldn’t stop yourself.

“I don’t regret it.”

He turned his head slowly, eyes wide—surprised. “You… don’t?”

You sat up, pulling the blanket over your bare chest, heart thudding.

“I know it’s wrong. I know we’re not supposed to want this, or each other. But Felix…” Your voice broke, heat rising in your face. “That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He stared at you for a long, long moment. Then his lips curled, not quite a smirk—something softer. Sadder. Like he knew the truth of what you were both tangled in.

“I don’t regret it either,” he said. “But this—us—whatever that was…” He shook his head. “We can’t be anything. You know that, right?”

You nodded. “I know.”

“But I still want you.”

You looked up, eyes locking.

The air snapped.

It was dangerous. It was filthy. It was forbidden.

And you both wanted it again.

Your voice was barely a whisper. “Then take me again.”

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Authors note: This is downright filthy 😂 i’m sorry but i’m not sorry!

I know you liked it so make sure to reblog and drop that like babes!

[moonyeyedstar]

could i request.. stepbro!james potter with "just the tip" but then maybe finishing inside reader? thank you! you could just ignore this if not :>

// I hope u like it!

Just the Tip- Stepbro!James Potter x f!reader (smut)

*18+*

“Are you up?”  You heard James’s voice from the other side of the door.

“What do you want now, James?”  Your frustration evident in your voice from your fruitless efforts to pleasure yourself.

“Can I come in?”

“Fine,” you sighed and sat up and cleaned your hand off with a tissue before tossing it into the bin.  James shut the door behind him before sitting next to you on the bed.  “What did you want?”

“I was bored…”  James let his eyes wander to find your panties on the floor.  “Are you nude under the blanket?  Did I interrupt something?”

“No it’s fine it wasn’t-” you just sighed and shifted uncomfortably under the covers.

“I can go… unless of course, you want my help?”

“Your help?”

“Well yeah,” he shrugged carelessly.  You could not deny that you were interested in his offer, not knowing if it was from your pure desperation to finish or how good he looked shirtless in your bed.  “Look I don’t have to I was just-”

“Yes,” you cut him off, “But just the tip okay?”  You gave him a firm look.

“Y-Yeah,” his chest flushed and he began to strip himself eagerly.  James’s cock was hard in an instant.  You gawked at his impressive size as he tore your duvet off of you, James smirked cockily as his eyes explored your naked body.

“What do you think?”   You chewed on the inside of your cheek nervously.

“Shit,” he breathed out and pumped his length a few times before pulling a pillow under your hips to prop you up on display and give himself easy access.  “Just the tip?”

“Yeah, just the tip,” you nodded.  James slipped his thick dripping tip into your cunt.  Your breath hitched from the stretch around him.

“How’s that feel?”

“So good,” you moaned as quietly as you could.  Your walls spasmed around him, and James’s tip was twitching.  He rocked his hips gently to fuck you as best as he could with just his tip.  You placed your vibrator back on your clit and moaned, as good as it felt it just was not enough to send you to your sweet release.  Your need grew around him, you wanted to take him all the way.  “James?”  You asked breathlessly.

“Hm?”

“Fuck me, all the way, make me cum,” you looked up at him with a longing gaze.

“You sure?”  James’s eyes lit up, he needed this more than you.

“Yes, please,” you bucked your hips and James wasted no time.  He rocked his hips forward, filling you with his length.  “God, yes,” your entire body relaxed as your walls stretched around him.  Finally.

“So tight,” he moaned.  James gripped your hips and began to pick up his pace.

“Oh fuck yes,” you cried out whorishly as his thrusts gained momentum.  His cock twitching inside your tight spasming walls.

“Shit,” he moaned as his stamina began to falter and his hips stuttered.

“Just like that, James, so close,” you bucked your hips in rhythm with his thrusts, filling yourself completely each time as you increased the setting on your vibrator.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he fucked you with whatever force he had left.  You came undone under him.

“Oh, James,” you cried out, your walls tightening around him, sending him to his own release, milking every drop he gave you.  He collapsed on you panting.

“Fucking Hell.”

[kismetlotts]

cw: stepcest, manipulation, dub con

Step brother MacTavish who stands outside your bedroom door, listening to how effortlessly his name rolls of your tongue while you fuck yourself silly on that pretty pink dildo you own.

Step brother MacTavish who fumbles in his jeans, one hand wrapping around his cock and the other clicking the record button on his phone. Smirking to himself as he records your moans.

Step brother MacTavish who later calls you into his room, shoving you to your knees and stuffing the video in your face. Forcing you to suck him and swallow like a very good girl.

Unless you want him to tell mum and dad.

[drewsstars]

01. House of Balloons — R.C

PAIRING: STEP-BROTHER!RAFE X READER

SUMMARY: Turning 18 meant freedom—or at least, that’s what you thought when you chose to move in with your mother, Rose, to escape your deadbeat father. What you didn’t expect was how much your stepbrother, Rafe Cameron, had changed. And maybe that change was exactly what made it impossible to stay away from him.

House of Balloons by The Weeknd — "You're in my world now. You can stay, but you belong to me. If it hurts to breathe, open the window. Your mind wants to leave, but you can't go. This is a happy house. We're happy here"

WARNINGS: stepcest, cursing, mention of sex, jealousy, angst.

(Imagine reader however you prefer)

MASTERLIST

rafe's phone:

your phone:

This is my first SMAU on tumblr (or AU in general), and I'm sooo excited for thissssss. I'm still learning how to use tumblr and what kinda of content works here, so let me know what you think.

also, English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistake. 😀

[marril96]

Step Brothers (2008)

[jacksonseymour13]

Cobra Kai Part 2 spoilers!

Miguel immediately running to help Robby after Kwon cheapshots him was giving 😭 bro was ready to fight even if he was outnumbered against Axel,Yoon,Goon and Kwon. He did NOT gaf

[ziggytabbz]

wip

ANYONE STILL IN THE SALLY FACE FANDOM????

[howlingday]

Jaune: Listen to me, girls... When I was a kid, I always wanted to be a dinosaur. I would practice every day and shorten my arms and run around, growling and roaring. But then one day, my dad pulled me aside and said,

Papa Arc: Jaune, it's time to set childish things aside.

Jaune: Well, actually, what he really said was,

Papa Arc: Jaune, you're 17 years old! Stop being a fucking dinosaur and get a fucking job!

Jaune: So I said to myself, okay, I'll go to a Huntsman Academy, I'll practice for a little while, then come back to it.

Jaune: But I forgot how to do it.

Ruby: You're human. You could never be a dinosaur.

Nora: Yeah, what was the point of that story?

Jaune: The point is...

DON'T LOSE YOUR DINOSAUR

[tatortotqueen]

* †* 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲*†*

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝕀𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡-𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕓𝕣𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕚 𝕩 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕚, 𝕕𝕦𝕓-𝕔𝕠𝕟, 𝕡𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕕𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕔𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕤, 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕦𝕟𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕩

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕦𝕣𝕒

ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦-

‘𝕤𝕚𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖’ 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡-𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕘𝕤, 𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖, 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖, '𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕘𝕠' 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕡 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕤𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕠𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕓𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕛𝕒𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕃𝔼𝔻 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟, 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕥 '𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥' 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪

𝕊𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕠��𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘

ℍ𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕖 '𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪' 

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥 '𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥' 

ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 '𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕕𝕠' 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕤 '𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜'

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𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕪

‘𝕄𝕞𝕞𝕙 ~ 𝕗-𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜’ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕠𝕒𝕟

ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕦𝕓 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕.

‘𝕚-𝕚’𝕞 𝕤’𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖’ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕗 𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤.

𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕚 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝔸 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥.

‘𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕’ 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖.

‘𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕦-’ 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕨 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨.

‘𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’ 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕠. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕦𝕡, 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕜.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕣𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕤, 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕡𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖.

‘𝔹𝕖𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖’

‘𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕗~𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕞𝕖’

‘𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥’

‘𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕚’ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥.

𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕠𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕦𝕥.

‘𝕠𝕙 𝕤-𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥’ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕡 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥.

ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕣𝕙𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕞. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

‘𝕗~𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕞’𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕡 𝕤𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕’ 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕡𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕤𝕤.

‘𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪, 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕪’

‘𝕪~𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕗~𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕪𝕖𝕤’ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕜.𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕦𝕓 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖.

ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥, 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕖, 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥.

‘𝕞-𝕞’𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖’ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖.

𝔸𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕪.

‘𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕔𝕦𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪’ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙.

𝔸 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕘𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕝 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕦𝕞 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕓, 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕡 𝕤𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕔𝕦𝕞 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕪. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕠𝕝𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜.

‘𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖’

𝕠𝕙 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖.

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When you ask a Millennial/ Gen Z why they want to be a Real Estate Agent

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The On1y One | S01E02

Taiwanese Drama - 2024, 12 episodes

~~ Adapted from the novel "Mou Mou" (某某) by Mu Su Li (木苏里).

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Native Title: #某某

Genres: #LGBTQ+ #Youth 

Tags: #Student Male Lead #Step Brothers #Adapted from a Novel

Cast: #Liu Dong Qin #Benjamin Tsang #Samuel Gu #Yan Yu Lin