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Mr. Butlers Babysitter

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Summary

When you began working as a babysitter for Mr. Butler you were immediately taken by his wonderful children and his beautiful Malibu estate, he also paid handsomely. Having worked for celebrities on a referral based system you prided yourself on being professional and discreet for his family.

With Mr. Butler recently divorced having you help him with the children during their weekend visits from their mother was a godsend. After two months his daughter and son adored you to pieces never wanting you to leave. It seemed like a perfect fit.

One fateful evening Mr. Butler puts you in a highly compromising position. One that could ruin your reputation and your livelihood if word got out. You have two choices: Be exploited never to work in the inner circle as a high status celebrity babysitter again. or go along with his perverted plans.

🚨 Depraved Smut 🚨

corruption kink•dubcon•manipulation• humiliation• degradation •naivety •drug use•alchohol use•edging• fingering•coercive sex•condom use•orgasms•yandere

🫦co-writer/smut consultant @burnthheparaphilia

💝Not for my softies: Very corrupt perverted manipulative Austin

My first corruption smut 😭 no idea what I’m doing but was told I would be good at it. This one was pushed to the front of the request due to incessant demand.

There was a HUGE glitch for the delay I could not post it with the ask ☹️ it crashed so many times so I included them here

Mr. Butlers Babysitter

You were an excellent employee working for Mr. Butler as a babysitter of his two wonderful children. Though he preferred you call him Austin after working two months you still called him Mr. Butler to maintain the professionalism. He was a very famous actor in the early 2020’s. Now in his late thirties he was a full time producer.

He has a beautiful seven bedroom Malibu estate with every luxury perk you could think of. You enjoyed the cliffside drive seeing the ocean on your way to work there.

You would roll down the window and stick your hand out, feeling the ocean breeze hearing the seagulls as the waves crashed against the cliff walls.

You adored his two children Alisa and Daniel. Alisa was 8 years old and full of confidence. She was book smart and excelled in school never once asking for help with of her homework.

His son Daniel was 5 years old, always in imagination land. He was a very picky eater and sometimes you would have to pretend his favorite toy dinosaur would eat his food if he didn’t.

On this evening you and Austin were preparing pizza for the kids in his massive kitchen. He had his own personal brick oven designed to fit the space.

You grated mozzarella as he ladled the tomato sauce. As you sprinkled the cheese on the pizza dough your hands touched.

He smiled at you and replaced the ladle into the tomato sauce before standing behind you and placing his hands on yours showing you exactly how to spread it.

He instructs you gently speaking over your right shoulder “You know how Daniel is with his texture sensitivities if this cheese melts clumped together he won’t eat it” you giggle you totally understand. He slowly releases your hands and watches you work. He gives you a touch of approval on your shoulder before he gets back to ladling the sauce.

There was always a tension in the back of your mind with him. He was very attractive on an unnatural level.

His sandy blonde hair was always maintained in soft waves. His blue eyes had a depth and sincerity that if you stared too long you felt what it meant to get lost.

His jawline and face shape were squared and masculine and his plump lips accentuated his perfectly shaped nose. He was extremely handsome and though he was older he looked and acted so much younger.

Though you found him attractive you had set goals in mind: make money and advance your life. That kept you adamant to remain professional and you also felt so safe and highly valued working for him.

He paid you handsomely, had wonderful children and a beautiful home. You would never ruin this opportunity.

The four of you sat in the back yard that night to watch one of Mr. Butler favorite child hood movies. ‘The Good the Bad and the Ugly.’ It had become routine on Sunday to have movie night before the kids returned to their mothers for the week.

On the enormous hillside yard of his Malibu estate he had a large movie screen and a projector constructed. You all sat under a gazebo enjoying the warm breeze on a plush couch bed with a fire pit infront of it.

Beyond the movie screen you could see the twinkling lights of the city. You rested your head back enjoying the space, he had a very lovely home.

The kids grew restless after only 20 minutes of the slow paced movie but you were able to retrain their attention by asking them questions. “Is that cowboy a good one or a bad one?” you ask as Lee Van Cleefs scowling face took over the screen.

“A bad one!” Alisa yells quickly before her brother answers to prove how smart she is. Daniel’s little face saddens into a pout feeling like he lost. ”I think you’re right Alisa…” you say valuing her effort actually unsure which is the bad one.

You put your hand on Daniel’s little back and comfort him “Daniel look your turn is next! Is that cowboy a good cowboy or an ugly cowboy?” He studies Clint Eastwoods stern face “He looks like a mad cowboy ” he says with his cute voice growling and tiny teeth bared. You and Austin laugh at his adorableness.

“He does looks like a mad cowboy” Austin says assuring him. “Come here little guy sit on daddy’s lap” he motions for Daniel to come and easily picks him up “ah there we go” He says holding Daniel forward facing to watch the movie. He runs his hands through his son’s sandy blonde locks they look almost identical.

“Do you want to do nails? “ Alisa asks you excitedly out of the blue practically bouncing next to you on the couch bed. “Sure if it’s okay with your dad I know it’s getting late“ you admit checking your phone.

She looks to her dad “Plea-a-a-se can I go get my nail kit daddy!“ she pouts with her hands in a prayer. He can’t resist her. “You can get it but you have to be done in less than thirty minutes it’s almost your bed time” he say firmly.

Alisa squeals and you watch as she runs into the house.

Austin’s thumb caresses your shoulder to get your attention. “Look he’s out” he says pointing at little Daniel comfortably resting back in his arms. “Aw look at his little cute face, do you want me to take him up?” You ask gently to be helpful.

He motions his head “No you girls do nails and I’ll sit with him to watch the movie” you agree to the idea just as Alisa comes bounding out of the house with a hot pink nail box kit. She slams it on the flat stone edge of the fire pit.

Austin puts his finger to his lips with a stern face shushing her because Daniel is sleeping. “Sorry daddy” she says to him softly “ I got it “ she says out of breath holding up the kit to you.

She puts the plastic box of nail supplies on the couch bed next to you and pops it open. Pulling out a bottle of hot pink polish “Do my nails this color” she says demandingly but she’s a kid. “If you say please” you sweetly correct her “Please do my nails this color!” She asks with an impatience rising in her voice. You smile and extend your palm to her.

She places her small hand in yours as you brush the color on each of her nails. “and the stickers!” She says pulling out a roll.

You place a sticker of her choice on each nail. She looks them over excitedly “Do you like them?” You ask to make sure she’s a happy client. She jumps up and hugs you tightly around your neck.

The squeeze shocks you and you pat her shoulder tenderly to calm her “Okay honey I’m glad you like them “ you say pretending to sounds like you are being choked and it makes her giggle.

Austin realizes he was so invested in your encounter he wasn’t watching his movie and it’s already been more than thirty minutes. “Okay it’s definitely time to head up” he says carrying a sleeping Daniel as he clicks off all the electronics.

Alisa gathers her nail kit and holds your hand. You all head up stairs to put them in their rooms. Austin heads down the hall to Daniel’s and you head to Alisas.

She does everything on her own in her fully custom princess room. She brushes her teeth, washes, her face and puts on her pajamas before climbing into her canopy bed.

You click on her unicorn night light and click off the main room light ready to head out . “Can you talk to me until I fall asleep” she asks in her soft voice.

It’s a big request because you have classes in the morning and you are tired but you want to bond with her so you pull up a child size hot pink princess throne and sit next to her bed.

“What do you want to talk about hun?” You ask holding her smaller hand in yours and tracing your thumb over her freshly painted hot pink nails.

“Youre not going to leave are you?” She asks with her timid voice. You reassure her “I am going to go to my apartment and then I’ll come back and see you next weekend when your back from your moms” you smile warmly as you tuck a stray hair behind her ear.

Her face suddenly saddens “mommy wants you to make you go away” her eyes brim with tears and her lip pouts as it quivers.

“Aw honey“ you say as you pick her out of bed and place her on your lap. You pet her sandy brown hair and shush her. She begins sobbing against your chest. You pull her face back to look in her eyes. Her face is bright red with tears streaming by this point.

“Alisa honey …aw honey… sometimes people say things they don’t mean.” You wipe her tears. ”You know maybe your mommy is angry because I’m new in your life and she wants to make sure that I’m taking the very best care of you” you pinch her small chin. She still has a sad look in her eyes but she has stopped crying and is now sniffling.

“Mommy is mad because in daddy’s phone she found pictures of you.” she says through her sniffles as she finally starts calming down.

“What kind of pictures“ you ask patting her shoulders comfortingly“

“Like pictures when you bend over?” she admits not sure what it means.

Your face goes bright red not expecting her to say that “Well yes that’s ..um that’s not appropriate how did you find this out sweety ?”You ask out of pure curiosity. “I heard mommy talking to her boyfriend that daddy is a per-vert he takes lots of pictures when you bend over. What is a per-vert?” She asks with an innocent curiosity not knowing the word.

You sigh gaining more information than you ever wanted to know. “How about I tell you a bed time story?” You say to distract her and she nods smiling and snuggles in your arms. You begin to make up one about Princess Alisa and her hot pink unicorn that can fly to her castle in the clouds.

You are never one to pry into the affairs of your clients. You were a baby sitter for another celebrity couple, the Milanos, before his wife packed up and moved back to Italy with their triplets.

You received high recommendations from Mr. Milano to land the job with Mr. Butler due to your discretion and ability to always remain professional.

In the Milano mansion you witnessed several fights. Once Mr. Milano even backing out of his driveway drunk screaming at Mrs. Milano before he crashed into their courtyard fountain.

You took their sobbing triplets inside to avoid them having to watch their parents have another explosive outburst. You brought them to the their enormous playroom and turned on some kids follow along music until they were wiggling and dancing instead of crying.

A word about their issues never left your lips even when the paparazzi berated you with emails and bribes to be a source of information for the infamous impending Milano divorce splashed across every gossip site.

Even as you saw the exorbitant amounts being offered you knew your reputation would be diminished in the elite celebrity circle as a nanny and you’d be scrambling back to a form of lesser employment.

But as you cradled Alisa in your arms you realized this was a completely different scenario on top of the average celebrity family dramatics.

Your first divorced client may actually have a sexual interest in you.

As you finish your story you hold her close comforting her in silence. After a while her body begains to go slack. “I’m going to put you in bed now okay hun?” You say gently and she nods.

You place her in bed and pull her unicorn covers up to her chest. “Promise me you’ll come back”she asks in her sweet sleepy voice trying to keep her eyes open. You reassure her ”yes Alisa I’m coming back” you pet her hand. “Even if my daddy is a per-vert like mommy says?” she asks as your brows furrow at the complication.

“Alisa” Austin’s voice snaps from the doorway. You wonder how long he’s been there as you slightly panic. “You should’ve been asleep a long time ago now it’s very late and you have school in the morning next time I’m not going to let you stay up like this” he says sternly “I’m sorry daddy” Alisa says sleepily.

You interject “Mr. Butler… Austin, sorry it’s my fault the nails, the girl talk bed time story I guess we just got carried away.” You say smiling weakly looking at him with newfound eyes realizing he might have a little naughty photo collection of you in his phone.

He smiles to you “No you're fine I think she just gets really excited having you around I’m going to make sure she goes down. Just wait for me a minute downstairs.” He says as you cross paths. He sits on Alisa’s bedside as you leave the room.

You walk down the hall but slowly enough to listen in and pry. Their voices are muffled but you distinctly hear him in his softest sweetest voice ask her ”Now what were you silly girls talking about in here”

She loves her daddy you know she’s going to rat. You quickly make your way down the stairs through the living room and exit the front of the house.

You enter your car and hold the steering wheel wondering if he’s going to fire you now because his daughters spilled his little secret. “UGHhh!” You exclaim because he pays you four grand just to work weekends every month with the sweetest kids on the planet.

You’ve signed an NDA but that’s still an awkward topic to ignore especially being in close proximity with him, likely complications will arise. You’ll work for him one more weekend and ask him for a recommendation to another high status family.

You look up through the windshield to see Mr. Butler jogging out of his modern glass front estate down to your car. You roll down your window confused. “I thought you left” he says out of breath. “I told you to wait for me downstairs” he says as he reaches into his pocket. “For the overtime” he says handing you a small stack money. Your eyes light up as you accept it.

Counting through a thousand dollars you raise your brow as you look up at him. “Mr. Butler… there’s no way all of this is just for overtime.” He slicks his hand back through his hair looking around to other houses in the distance before he looks back to you with a grin “How about you come in tomorrow on your day off and you make it up to me” he says slyly.

You fold the stack in your hand and bring it to your purse. “Okay if that will make us even” you say matter of factly. He flashes you a charming smile “It’s a date then” he says stepping back from your car “And tomorrow call me Austin” he says as you pull out of the driveway of his estate.

You can’t quite put your finger on it but the whole interaction felt a little off. But maybe he was just nervous about what Alisa may have said to him.

If he needs your help with his sweet kids tomorrow you’re all for it. You turn up the music to play on your way home.

Make It Up to Me

The next day during your morning college course you receive a text from Austin. “Come by at 6:30pm house unlocked” you knit your brow in confusion. Usually you arrive at 10am to help with the kids then it dawns on you it’s a weekday his kids are in school and probably have extracurriculars after so you type in “okay”

After classes you go to the gym and work out for an hour of cardio. You like to stay fit as a baby sitter if a kid can out run you, your toast.

You take your usual Monday cycling class and leave covered in sweat. You shower and open your locker to realize because of the work schedule change you didn’t pack street clothing. You left your apartment wearing your work out gear. Now instead of heading home you’re driving to Malibu.

“Shit” you say finding only a clean pair of black yoga shorts and a sports bra in your locker. “great job “ you murmur to yourself “Wear the skimpiest out fit to your employers house after you find out he probably takes photos of your ass” you roll your eyes at your luck.

Your strait laced thoughts suddenly start to slip as you try to think of when he would take the inappropriate pictures.

There was a time he had you climb a ladder in his storage room to carry down hoolah hoops for the kids. Then proceeded to have you all compete in the living room to see who was the fastest.

You were of course and he readily filmed it as you laughed trying to keep the rhythm of your hips going. His kids had already dropped theirs to the floor and were fumbling and giggling so you stopped to help them.

There was another instance when he installed a boot camp playground for his son before his birthday. He wanted you to test it out with the kids. You guys balanced on beams climbed ropes and had to shimmy on your belly’s under ropes through a sand pit. The low angle he filmed as you crawled didn’t make sense then.

Once somehow Daniel’s nerf football was thrown up into his tree house and the ladder had not been repaired. The kids would be dropped off in an hour and Mr. Butler was adamant you retrieve Daniels nerf football.

He followed you to the yard down the hill to the garden infront of the large tree with the custom house built into its branches. He hoisted you up by cupping and pushing your ass to get you higher. You laughed at the embarrassing way you needed to be helped. You finally wiggled into the tree house, throwing the nerf foot ball down.

You sat on the ledge and Austin gestured you to jump down to him ”please catch me, I don’t have independent health coverage” you joked. “If I break your bones I’ll mend them come to me” he gestured.

You jumped off landing into his arms both falling back onto the grass. His pupils were huge as you stared down at him panting and smiling. You quickly stood up and offered him your hand.

You realize you will definitely have to keep your distance he’s already been trying you.

But you really need this job. It’s saving your life right now he is your highest paying client by far. Your bills are paid your gym membership is renewed and you actually have a savings account.

You begin to wonder if your next employer will treat you as well and pay as much. It’s highly doubtful

You know the kids will be there today and you can leave early with a made up excuse before they fall asleep. Even on weekends you can just plan to leave early every time and should be completely safe.

You search through your locker again trying to find anything to cover you from wearing just sports bra and shorts to his house. You find a zip up black long sleeve jacket to match.

But it’s all form fitting accentuating your ass by covering your top and leaving your legs exposed. You shake your head in annoyance, it will have to do. You don’t have time to head back to because you thrive on being punctual. You tie up your hair in a pony tail and leave the gym.

You drive the route to Mr. Butlers estate with the windows rolled down listing to music. You pull up to his place at around 6:30. You walk in to the grandios living room to find the estate empty. No Austin, no kids, no maid, not anyone.

You reach in your purse and take out your phone texting Mr. Butler. “Where is everyone?” It takes a moment but you see the little dots moving showing he’s typing back. “movie room”. You’ve never been down there before. To make sure it’s not a danger zone you text him back “kids with you?” You await his response there isn’t one.

After a moment he finds you in the living room and smiles as he sees you “It felt kind of weird texting you and were in the same house…” his voice trails off seeing what your wearing

You tug down your sleeve and clutch you purse closer to your body “Sorry it’s unprofessional of me I know but I’ve never been here during a weekday and I forgot to pack the extra clothing.“

He makes a hmm sound looking you over in amusement “You must work out a lot to have legs like that” he compliments and your face flushes. “Don’t be shy about it” he says grinning as he walks by you to the kitchen.

He’s wearing sweats and a black tee but youve always eyed he’s in very good shape himself. He pulls a bottle of wine tucking it under his arm and pulls two Reidel glasses out. “Come watch a movie with me” he says innocently. “Mr. Butler..I mean Austin, with all do respect I can’t.” He eyes you mischievously. “You believe everything an eight year old tells you?” Your face flushes Alisa totally ratted to her daddy.

He has a knowing smile that you return because how did Mr. Butlers ex-wife even have access to his phone?

Maybe Alisa’s mom had it wrong, sometimes moms exaggerate to their kids to villainize daddy. Austin seems very kind.

He motions you to join him and this time you follow him down the stairs to the movie room. He pushes open the doors with his back and it opens to a theater space with five rows of black custom movie couches, it’s a small amphitheater.

“Holy fuck” you say before covering you mouth cursing infront of a client. Your previous clients the Milanos movie theater fails in comparison to this.

Along the back wall he has framed posters of every movie he’s starred in. You begin walking along and inspecting each one.

He approaches you from behind and hands you a glass of wine. “Oh thank you … but I’m not allowed to drink, well I’m legally not allowed to drink until next year .” you smile shyly as your face flushes. The way he stares at you in disbelief makes you feel awkward “You’ve never even had a drink?” He asks lowering his tone.

You tuck your hair behind your ear feeling the heat rising to your face as you try to explain.

“Well I was always honor roll and very goal oriented, not much time for friends. Then I got accepted to a great college on a scholarship. My room and board is paid by it so I really only have time to do my course work, workout ,and come to your house Mr. Butler. From what I can see, drinking kind of makes people wild and crazy and dumb anyway it never really interested me.”

He smiles “Well maybe they are drinking hard liquor this is wine, it’s not instant like a shot, it takes a while to build in your system“

You pry more “if hard liquor makes you crazy, what does wine feel like?” You ask intrigued.

“Mmm like a really mellow mood, no more stress no more anxiety you can just be yourself.” He smiles.

You mull it over staring into the red liquid, thinking about how anxious you are waiting for his kids to get here already. Maybe just a glass. You lift it to sip and he gestures you not to.

“This is a nice bottle when you drink you have to cheers to something.” He proclaims.

“Oh..” you say not familiar with drinking customs. Your mind draws a blank. His eyes squint for a minute until he catches a thought “To a great working relationship” he says and it makes you smile and cheers him clinking glasses then taking a drink. He rests his glass down “You really are phenomenal the kids adore you by the way”. He admits.

You both look over at his Elvis movie poster you have been standing in front of. “You ever seen this?” He asks because of your age. “No I haven’t are you good in it?” He nearly snorts his wine as he takes a sip. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I almost won an Oscar” He exclaims profoundly. ”That’s what we’re gonna watch then” he says leaving you to set everything up in the theater.

He sits center mid row and you sit next to him on the black custom theater couch putting your purse on the table rest of your seat.

You wait as he finds the film in his catalogue with his universal remote then dims the lights. The theater is completely dark and silent.

He refills your wine glass as the credits start. It’s a very haunting Elvis melody. Followed by a montage of him dressed as Elvis. Finally you see him “Wow you look so different with black hair, you say but the theater has surround sound speakers.

He can’t quite hear you so he turns the volume down. You begin divulging too much feeling a bit dizzy ”Oh Mr. Butler no I don’t want to ruin the movie you don’t have to turn it down I was just saying you look so different with black hair it really brings out your eyes. You have very pretty blue eyes” you say staring at him a little too long in the dim lighting.

You wonder why you are suddenly turned on and shake the thought from your head. He listens to your tipsy rambling and smirks refilling your glass. “I’ve seen this movie over a dozen times I’d rather hear you talk honestly” he admits glancing over at you affectionately.

The movie continues to play at a lower volume the bright flashing colors and lights are a dizzying spectacle to your eyes.

Him wearing green, him wearing pink, him jiggling his dick on the screen. “Wait what?” You exclaim. As you sit up he laughs. “I swear I just saw! Oh!! You did it again” you rest back in your chair wondering why you are becoming wet.

The movie continues and you are fully invested in every word he says. His southern drawl is resonating in your ears.

He pours you a glass one more time as the Trouble scene comes on smiling to himself. When the scene shows him on stage you are already labored breathing because he looks so good in eyeliner. As he begins to sing and then dance on the sceeen you audibly gasp.

Why is it so sexual isn’t this the 50s? You watch as he kneels and rises from the floor as women in the audience on screen reach for his cock“ holy fuck “ you say out loud as you pant heavily.

You wonder if he can really do that… inside of you. You squirm in your seat too heavily aroused “Fuck Mr. Butler.. I mean Austin” you say a little slurred and he pauses the movie on the scene when he’s in the cop car.

“Mr.B- -Austin I didn’t eat and I worked out and I had the wine and now I feel really weird…oh god!” you exclaim standing up from the couch “The kids what time is it!”

He stands with you and watches as you try to steady your balance. “The kids aren’t coming” he admits. “What?!” You exclaim louder than you intended trying to focus your eyes feeling like they are vibrating.

“The kids aren’t coming because it’s a week day” he says looking at you as if you got the plans wrong.

You go over in your mind how he handed you the money and you try to remember his exact words ‘Come on your day off and make it up to me’ you realize he wants you to make it up sexually. You take a step back “Oh god Mr. Butler” —-“ Austin” he interjects

You take another step back “Mr. Austin I can’t - - ” he cuts you off again “just -Austin” he says.

Your back hits the wall behind you in a pathetic attempt to avoid his alluring aura. He places his hands to the wall on either side of your head cornering you and standing so closely you can smell his cologne.

“I tried luring you in so many ways but you were just so professional you never relaxed your guard around me. But I finally figured out how to loosen you up.” He says with a smile.

He stares into your eyes with a burning intensity wanting to watch your reaction as he admits it

“A pinch of ecstasy in a full glass of wine.” He smirks

“What!” You exclaim in shock that he’s already drugged you. He smiles “A good girl like you wouldn’t even know what was happening to her.” He confesses with an alluring smile.

He lowers his head next to your ear “Why do you think you’re having so much fun?” he whispers to you as a strange sensation falls over your body.

He smiles against your ear and hovers his mouth over your neck fanning your sensitive skin as he speaks "You didn't leave me another way to have you.....it’s a shame I had to make it this way." He says as he licks his tongue in a trail along your neck.

You go weak and cover with chills as he starts to kiss and suck your neck making your body begin to tingle all over especially between your legs. It suddenly makes sense why the movie colors were so vivid and you felt shocks to your core that made you wet every second he was on screen.

You have fallen in to his trap.

Your breathing increases and you weakly put your hands on his firm chest trying to stop him but it's in vain. You can't fight the effect he has over you. The wine and the ecstasy make you completely surrender his touch, you want more of him as he wants more of you.

He reaches his hand between your legs and presses his fingers against your pussy. It radiates pulses of pleasure throughout your entire body. A small moan escapes your lips. “Your fucking soaked “ he says looking at his wet fingertips.

You grab his hand placing it back to your aching pussy wanting him to touch you more you are craving it but he smirks.

He brings his hand up to your throat placing it gently there instead gazing directly into your eyes knowing he has complete control to pervert you to his wishes.

“I never took a good girl Ike you to be such a slut” he teases and you whimper. “Go on beg your boss to touch you like a slut“ he commands. You slowly muster up the words “please… touch me”

You feel his hard cock press across your thighs instead making your core clench

“Is that what you want?" He asks leaning in to suck onto your neck again. “Yes! Please Mr.Butler touch me” your desperate tone makes his cock harder.

"What did I tell you about my name?" He asks rubbing his hand against your pussy. His touch sends shocks of pleasure radiating through your body distracting you from saying his name. "A-Austin!!" you finally cry out.

"You’re so cock drunk you can't even form words" he says smiling in amusement as he kisses his way up your neck to your lips. He takes you into an erotic kiss gaining instant access to your wanting mouth. He glides his tongue in and twirls it against yours while devouring your lips. He pulls you from the wall back into the aisle and pushes you down on the couch breaking his kiss and making you lay flat.

He holds your legs up pulling the band of your shorts to peel them off of you with your panties, leaving you half naked.

He climbs on top of you settling between your legs. His eyes are full of lust as you see them roam your body. He slowly unzips your jacket exposing your body in your sports bra. "Fuck you look incredible" he says trailing his hand down your stomach.

His left hand hooks his thumb into your sports bra pulling it up enough to let your tits out of their confinement. He gets his phone out of his pocket and takes a photo with flash.

You turn away as it hurts your sensitive eyes. Any dignity you had left was shattered as soon as he took the compromising photo. “Please delete it Austin!” you beg him with your entire career on the line if he shows anyone."Delete it?” He smirks “No, I’m gonna use it blackmail you into doing whatever I desire, and if you deny me it’ll be posted anonymously so everyone will know what a slut you really are” he confesses. “Austin please I’ll do what ever you say please don’t post the photo” you beg him almost in tears the photo would ruin you.

He smiles and squeezes one of your full tits then the other. He tugs at your nipples making you gasp “Our little secret then” He says enamored, he finally has you at his mercy.

Suddenly you feel him slowly sink two of his fingers in your tight cunt. He starts to pump them in pulling against a hard ridge inside that makes your hips buck up ."Austin!" you moan out as he sends shock of pleasure all over your body.

Your core gets tighter as he continues to finger you massaging your tight walls. You are heavily panting feeling the release of so many endorphins firing at once from the ecstasy.

Austin notices the way your legs tremble as your walls flutter against his fingers you’re going to cum. He increases his pace enjoying his wet knuckles smacking against your folds as you moan.

"Austin please don't stop!" you plead as you start to climax. He places his other hand across your pelvis pressing down and using his thumb to circle your clit.

You are high pitched moaning with your core so tight it feels like it will snap “cum for me “he commands and you clutch his wrist feeling how he shoves his finger inside of you as your orgasm.

You deeply moan as sparks explode in your core and radiate through your body. He continues to finger you into aftershock until your back arch’s from the couch as you cry out for him . Then he slows to a stop.“ I know I know” he says cooing at you as he caresses your jaw. It was an intense orgasm you are panting and shivering trying to regain your breath. You rest your head back on the couch in a daze.

The ecstasy in your system has increased your arousal to its peak you have lost all control over your body.

You watch Austin pull a condom from his pocket and tear it open. He reaches in the band of his sweats and releases his thick cock. "oh god..." you say in a shock because he is so well endowed

"Such a slut for letting your new boss fuck you like this" He says as he smiles at you. He presses the condom to the head of his cock and carefully rolls it down his shaft. He sees you eyeing his every movement. "Just a condom on the first time. In the application you sent in it said you are not on birth control, but we’re gonna fix that" he confesses.

Your eyes widen in shock as you whimper. You gave up so much information on your hiring form most that didn’t even pertain to the job. He knows: What college you go to, where your parents live, all of your social media handles, even your time of the month, among so many other things. He has it all thought out and trapped you officially.

“When Mr. Milano referred you to me, I was shocked he’d ever give you up , but with his divorce… no more kids no more babysitter.” He smiles “You were the hottest thing I’d ever seen. The picture he sent of you innocently smiling in your tennis outfit at his house.I pleasured myself to your photo right there at my bathroom sink.” He gazes lustfully between your legs “and now I finally get to try your sweet pussy”

You let out a moan as he settles between your legs and parts your thighs wider. He rests his chest to yours and aims his cock for your entrance. As he penetrates you grip his shoulders and cry out from the piercing of his size.

"MMm my good girl taking my cock so well..-fuck-..your so tight" he says as you gasp for air feeling the stretch. He slowly makes you take every inch of him until it’s too painful "it’s too much A-austin! Too m-much!!" you plead as your eyes well with tears and your nails dig into his shoulders.

You don't think you can handle it as you start to feel how big his cock is. "Be a good girl and take it all for me" he says as he trusts himself deep sinking in all the way to your core. Your back arcs but no sound escapes your throat from the pain as the ecstasy amplifies it.

He works into you your stunned body at a gentle pace “Don’t worry pretty girl…the pain will subside … and you will like it "he reassures you and plants kisses on your neck to distract you as he thrusts into you stretching your tight walls. After a moment his words are true the pain transforms into pleasure and he hears your sweet moans in his ears.

He puts his left hand on your hip increasing his thrusts pushing his deepest to hit your cervix. He turns your head exposing the other side of your neck to kiss and suck your most vulnerable spot creating a bruise.

He pins your hands above your head and tilts his hips thrusting at a deeper angle and increasing your moans. His hips begin smacking into yours as you cry out on each one of his thrusts.“ Austin I’m so closel” you admit in passion.“Gonna make you cum with me” he breaths. He increases his speed until he’s wracking your body with his plows. “I’m gonna cum!” You yell making his cock twitch. He groans as he pumps you full of his seed. He grips your shoulders for leverage and pushes even deeper. You both moan in unison as you orgasm.

He finishes panting heavily above you staring into your eyes. He is thoroughly satisfied and already wants to feel every ridge of your walls without a condom.

You look back up at him as you regain your breath, it was the best sex you ever had. “I’m gonna pull out now” he says and you nod as he slides his shaft back until his cock head slips out. You both moan from the loss of contact. He slowly stands from the couch and pulls the condom off of his cock until it snaps. He fixes his sweats and discards the condom in a lined bin.

You quickly find your panties and your shorts and pull them back on then you stand and zip up your sports jacket. Austin raises the lights to brighten the room as he turns all the other settings in the movie theater off with his universal remote. “Earlier when you mentioned you didn’t eat I wanted to feed you. Can I feed you now” He asks over his shoulder.

You collect your purse. “No I think I’ll just go home.” You say nervously. He turns to look at you then.

“I want you to stay” he offers but you shy away “Austin I have classes in the morning I really wasn’t planning for …all of this”

He approaches you slowly tucking his finger under your chin. He sees in your eyes you are too drunk to even leave his estate.

He smirks knowing you’ll have to stay the night and he’s going to enjoy you again and again. He also has something he can give you that will always get his way with you.

“How much do I owe you for baby sitting me then” he asks slyly looking away to retrieve his phone. He opens the app to transfer money directly to your account. He leaves the number space blank as he hands it to you.

You look up at him knowing it was the best sex of your life but the way he corrupted the situation and controls you with it. You decide to go all in, typing in the number you want and handing it back to him. Double your monthly salary.

His eyes light up in amusement and he immediately hits send. You are well worth it. He wants you more and he quickly thinks of a way to get you to stay during the week.

Your phone alerts the transfer is complete and your stomach jumps in excitement looking at the amount in your banking app. He smiles seeing how happy you are.

As your eyes meet he gazes at you lustfully “For that amount you’ll have babysit me for the rest of the week then.” He admits.

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pinkhairedlily · 3 years

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Chapter 10 - Student Council President Sakura

SCPS AO3 | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

To Sakura, world still revolved normally; nothing changed between them, nothing mattered enough for her to behave differently. To Sasuke, the world shifted in its axis, having revealed a glimpse of his true feelings to her however falsely convenient she deemed them to be; everything changed between them, everything mattered enough for him to behave differently.

Like flinching at her slight grazes on his skin or his ears picking up her voice in the middle of the crowd noises or his eyes following the trail of her rose hair tied up in a ponytail, bewitched by the sway of the strands as she tousled to get to the front of the fray, her fingers burning a hole through his sleeve.

“HOMERUN!” The announcer screamed through the microphone, the feedback running through ripples in the throng of people. “Uzumaki Naruto nails a clutch win in the last inning for his team in their first ever nationals!”

Screams erupted around them, and as others jumped and cursed and hugged each other, she stood there frozen in time, her hands on her mouth. “He won. He won, Sasuke.” Her voice quivered, and he knew then that she was crying.

“Yeah, the blonde idiot won.” He allowed himself to smile, picking the blonde among the ruckus that enfolded below.

An hour and lesser filled stadium after, the two went down to congratulate their friend with open arms despite the sweat and the grit. Sasuke went with the flow, jumping up and down and circling about in the middle of the pitcher’s mound. They broke away from each other’s hold after several minutes, breathless in the undertaking, and flushed with all the gleeful screaming.

Two firm pats on Naruto’s back and a ruffle on his porcupine hair. “You did well, idiot.”

“Ah I earned a compliment from grumpy. This truly is the best day of my life!” His teammates broke in laughter in the background.

“I’m so proud of you. I’m so glad we took the bullet train to watch your game,” Sakura said through tears. Perhaps it was the height of the celebration or the ride of her emotions; she reached for Naruto’s face and placed a kiss on his cheek.

Sasuke turned away just in time, thankful for the screams, hoots, and whistles that possessed the student body. In his aversion, he also saw another face who kept looking anywhere but at the two. Hyuga Hinata, his ironic comrade in heartbreak.

Haru was in the group of spectators earlier, a pseudo-coach and mood-raiser for the team, his undercut prominent against his cap. Sasuke guessed him and Hinata were civil enough to be enclosed in a common space. He walked towards her, hands in his pockets.

“I’m gonna confess to him in the cultural festival,” she told him before he could reach her side.

He leaned against the bleachers, shutting out the continuing noises from the student body. In the midst of it, he can hear Sakura scolding all of them for misunderstanding. “And you’re gonna get rejected.”

“At least I told him what I felt,” she replied. “Did you already?”

He shrugged, unsure himself whether he got the point across or not.

“You better make it clear. You berated me for giving mixed signals after all.”

“You don’t hold your punches, Ms. Hyuga.” Sasuke sighed. “I think she rejected me already.”

Hinata let out a small laugh, the first in his vicinity. “Well, I’m just giving back your advice. If you think it so, you should ask again.”

“A second heartbreak won’t do me good.”

“The future has a lot in store.” She finally landed her gaze on Naruto and Sakura who separated now and were engaged by Haru in some funny exchange. “Good luck to us, Uchiha. I’ll take my leave.”

Sasuke detached himself from the bleachers. “Without saying congratulations?”

But Hinata continued on her exit without giving him a reply. To his surprise, it was not only him who caught her leaving; a pair of blue eyes also followed after her, mouth agape, hesitant to call her name not when he was in the presence of her ex-boyfriend and ex-captain. Ah, we’re all stuck in this complex hell, aren’t we?

His phone vibrated against his pocket. On normal days, he would ignore the call, but today wasn’t normal and he had to act nice for the favor he asked.

“Did your best friend win?” Itachi’s voice greeted him.

Sasuke didn’t correct him on the terminology. He just grunted a small yes, and somehow, he can hear his brother smiling on the other end of the call.

“Glad my donation helped fund their team’s expenses. I take it you also spent some for the bullet train?”

Again, another small yes.

“That’s nice.” It was the first time he heard Itachi chuckle again after the accident. “I’m glad you have friends.”

They’re not my friends fell silent on Sasuke’s lips. All he wanted was to consistently rank first, have uninteresting interactions…but all of those foiled because of the two. “Yeah, something like that.”

He heard the beeping pager in the background. “Gotta run, little brother. See you.”

Little brother. Sasuke swallowed back an unfamiliar sound.

It was a sob.

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Sakura tried to look at anything but him – the titles of books on his shelves behind, the heads of other faculty members bobbing, the ticking of the second hand on the wall clock. Kakashi clucked upon seeing her career sheet.

“Haruno, you’ll be graduating salutatorian, just points away from Uchiha Sasuke and yet you haven’t listed a university or a job listing. It’s referral season, and you’ve done a lot of good in this school.” Kakashi held his eyes steady on her, a firm line on his lips. “Don’t you want help?”

She mustered a smile, if that was what they call it nowadays, and handed him a filled out form. Whether he could see that it was written with wavering hands, she’d never know. “I settled on fashion design. I’ve always wanted to be a seamstress myself.”

That was a lie, and she knew Kakashi knew judging by how the firm line stayed. He briefly nodded and let her go.

Sensing the bubbling anxiety, she traversed the noisy hallways and almost sprinted to what has also become her safe space – the hidden spot of the boys behind the library. It wasn’t lunch time yet so Sasuke and Naruto wouldn’t be here. She slumped against the wall, sobs racking throughout her body.

Aimless was what she would describe her direction, untethered her depth, and a black hole her emotions.

“I wish you would let me help you.” Kakashi’s voice made her jump. She scanned her surroundings but cannot find a telling strand of silver in the hedges. He was probably standing on the entrance, just before the canopy of vines. “I didn’t follow you. I just knew the three of you went here for lunch and after-school chats. I’m a faculty, Sakura.”

“Please go away.” She never heard her voice sounded so small…and vulnerable.

“Sometimes, talking it out would make the burden feel lighter.”

She didn’t respond, and he didn’t wait for it. His audible footsteps were an indication he was moving away so she took the bait. If this was one way to be near him, why couldn’t it be in the guise of her pain?

She emerged in the hedges, eyes bloodshot red and strained, only to find him leaning against the wall, waiting with a handkerchief for her.

In an ironic turn of events, he brought her to the program she initiated. When he turned to leave to give her the privacy she needed, she asked him to stay. And that simple silent gesture gave her the courage to face her reality.

That her parents were divorcing, and in a futile attempt to cope, she made herself scarce, almost invisible.

Perhaps she was too much work for a middle-class couple with a lot of bills and unemployed siblings to feed. Maybe if they didn’t have a child that hindered their defining career opportunities to relocate or get promoted to an overseas position. Her outstanding community work and numerous distinction medals just weren’t strong enough to warrant a reconsideration of their decision.

And maybe it was a wrong move to get a part time job and dissociate from the pink-haired, studious Sakura and be the adult black-haired, funky cashier Sakura because it only gave them the idea she can live just fine on her own without any of them worrying about her instead of seeing the whole thing as a call for help.

“If you’re ready, you should share your problem to the two,” her sensei said when they finished with her therapy consultation.

“They have heavier baggage,” she simply replied.

“They’re not comparable. Naruto has an empty baggage, a kid with no past, yet he drags it around. Sasuke has sand for load, it’s leaking at the seams but he refills it. And for you, it could be air or water. It’s because you’re compressing them all inside that they become heavier.” He laid a hand on her head, an action of a sensei to a student. “Thanks for sharing some of those with me, Sakura.”

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Cultural festival was an amalgamation of confessions, last clinchers, and stolen moments. Whoever snatched a dance with someone they liked would be blessed with good relationship – that was how the saying went among the ranks of students.

It was the reason why Sasuke and Naruto hid throughout the day in their spot, content to eat instant ramen, batches of onigiri, and packs of orange and tomato juices. Throngs of freshmen and second years were on the hunt for their feet as dance partner.

“If only they knew I have two left feet,” Naruto grumbled. “I can’t even enjoy the day with Sakura. It’s pathetic to think I’m stuck with you.”

“I second,” Sasuke said. “Do you think she’ll confess to Kakashi later?”

“She hasn’t made a move yet?”

Sasuke shook his head.

“Wait what do you mean you second?”

Minutes of silence ensued. Sasuke put a whole onigiri in his mouth, too flustered to say it right at his face. “I like Sakura.” The words were jumbled with his chewing, and he was sure Naruto didn’t catch it.

But the idiot grinned and laughed maniacally. “The great pretender finally admits! When did you realize it? Did you have the fireworks in your head too?” He even mimicked a rainbow with his hands.

“That’s a rainbow, you idiot.” Sasuke scratched the back of his head. “When she was busy looking at Kakashi playing the piano.”

“Ah, will we ever have the chance?” Naruto snickered. “Let’s confess tonight, grumpy.”

“Already thought of that and already prepared for it.” Despite the seemingly downfall trajectory of their common affections, Sasuke still managed a smirk.

Not to be one-upped, Naruto pulled out his phone and flashed a small bouquet of dahlias. “Ready to be picked up tonight.”

A Greek tragedy, that was them; two best friends falling in love with and being rejected by the same girl.

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Majority of the school population have gathered around the giant bonfire on the campus grounds, but Sakura knew Kakashi would be stuck in his cubicle in the faculty lounge, nose-deep in a novel, headphones in to drown out the noise, and feet propped up on his desk.

Tonight was the night she would bare her other truth naked to him.

But before she could even step foot in his space, she already heard the voice of his favorite book drifting across the nooks and partitions.

“You should be with your students.” Giggling and a sound she would only assume was a string of kisses.

“I don’t have much time with you. Let me be greedy just this time.” Hearing her sensei say that painted him in another light. So there was this very attached Kakashi, far from the laidback and chill professor she knew.

Sakura should turn her heels and join the rest of the student body. She should act like a good student model, ignore her teacher’s affairs, and pretend she was never here. Except she tripped while running, and that summoned the two of them to her aid.

“Sakura? Did you need something?”

She side-eyed Rin Nohara and shook her head, her one only good chance blown to bits by her own recklessness and stupidity. She muttered an apology and starts to walk away with limping feet when Rin stopped her.

“I’ll get a drink in the vending machine. I’ll be back in five minutes Kashi.”

Thank God for women intuition, Sakura thought.

But inevitably she was left alone in the corridor with her heartbeat far stronger than the noise of the band outside around the campfire and the unknowing subject of her admiration. She held tightly to his rubber tie around her wrist, the mark etched deeper by each day she leaves it there mangled with her pulse.

He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, a smile etched on his face, the soft moonlight falling on his features only to highlight his beauty mark. It was unfair seeing him like this only to have him break her heart.

She knew she didn’t stand a chance, but even then, she had to hear it clear and loud.

“I like you.”

Were three words ever enough to encapsulate the three years of affection she held for him? One word for each year she felt content with glimpses of him, may they only be passing shadows in the halls, an echoing voice in the adjacent room, the silent arbiter in council meetings or a silver strand she could easily pick out in a sea of black of white.

Kakashi looked at her, his smile still etched, his face still immaculate. “That wasn’t a question.”

“And that wasn’t a reply.” It was nature to look away when one was too scared to face truth, but for the many times he helped her, even without him fully realizing the extent, she owed it to him to be brave.

“But you already know the words.” A head pat, the same gesture that gave her comfort in the past was the same gesture that broke her heart just now. How easy it was for the breaker to give and take minute and mindless affections, but what right did she has to think they were special to begin with?

It was the end of an illusory conception.

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A bouquet of dahlias and a bouquet of daffodils were hidden behind Naruto and Sasuke. It was dark, already past seven, the bonfire in its final vestiges, its sputtering flames waiting for last-minute lovers to dance in their splendid light.

Within the shadows came the girl of their dreams, hair untangled and morose emerald irises dipped in pools. Sasuke first noticed the bare wrist, the rubber tie gone, and he knew then that she confessed, and she was heartbroken.

He didn’t need to say anything to the blonde beside him. Her stance was enough to convey her present state of being. What she needed right now were her friends, not aspiring lovers stupid enough to break the friendship label.

And so they hid the bouquets on their backs, safe in the clutches of the dark, and when she reached out to them, their free hands already grasped her trembling fingers in waiting.

There they were, three broken-hearted people, wallowing in their own respective pain, sitting on the dewy grass that would leave stains on their clothes the next morning. When the school band started the last song, Sasuke stood up, abandoning his bouquet on the side, and pulled the other two up.

“Would be a shame to end our last cultural festival like this.”

Ten steps later, they were in the middle of the crowd of couples, three awkward friends holding each other’s hands and stepping on each other’s foot.

“For the love of God, you really can’t dance Naruto. Can’t you do a simple turn to the right?” Sasuke complained.

“Why are you putting all the blame on me? You’re the one who can’t differentiate the right from left!” Naruto spat back.

She laughed, and it somehow stopped their bickering for a moment. Bent at her stomach and eyes clinched shut in crinkles, that was their Sakura.

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autisticoddity · 3 years

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What was the process like, getting diagnosed with autism as a young adult? I'm a teen but I'm looking to get diagnosed when I can :> (which unfortunately won't be until I'm an adult bc Parents 😬)

great question! i feel this deserves some good detail, so warning, this is a long one!

It can go a few different ways, depending on where you live, and how good the mental health resources near you are, but for me, it was pretty easy. once i was confident about my suspicions, the first step was mentioning to my general family doctor during an appointment (doesn't have to be an appointment specifically for that, you can mention it during a checkup or a follow up for something else if you have some time afterwards) that i had suspicions i was autistic, and wanted to be evaluated.

she didn't ask questions really, just gave me a referral to a psychiatrist who could diagnose me, and wrote down the number in my appointment summary. (in some cases they can schedule the appointment for you, or in some cases in less supported areas, they may not have a referral, in which case you’ll need to find a psychiatrist who has experience with autism on your own, which you can find online)

the next part was the most, and really the only stressful part, scheduling, (make sure you have/know your insurance info before making the call) i just called the number, told them i got a referral from my doctor for an autism evaluation, and they walked me through setting up an appointment, only took a few simple questions.

a few weeks later, i went to my appointment. for this, you might want to come prepared, if only mentally. before your appointment, make sure to do some research, learn what traits of autism you display, and how they effect you. this can be stimming habits(any action you frequently do to give yourself mental stimulation, this can be anything from repetitive motions, rocking, random sounds/words, teething, or feeling specific textures with your fingers, for the purpose of emotional regulation or to help focus, i’ll go more in-depth on stimming later.) social difficulties, any triggers you may have, childhood signs you may have showed, emotional experiences such as if you have meltdowns or anxiety attacks and if so, what happens when you do, or on the opposite side, if you feel your emotions are less intense than most, and also if you have any strong or long-lasting special interests, such as a fandom, study subject, or hobby you are enthusiastically into. you dont absolutely need to know these things, but it will make it much easier to diagnose you, and help you feel more prepared for your appointment.

i feel it’s important to clarify though, while these are some of the more common, identifiable traits of autism, none of these exact traits i’ve mentioned are absolutely necessary to have in order to “count” as autistic, there is an incredible amount of variety in the ways autism can present, the many “symptoms” it can cause, and how different people are effected by the symptoms they experience, though i think the most common denominator between Autistics in my experience is just feeling like your brain works much differently than most people.

regardless of what traits you have, and how severely you experience them, visually obvious or seemingly small, your suspicions of autism can be and very often are still extremely valid. because it’s often right, many ASD communities recognize self diagnosis as being just as valid as a clinical diagnosis, and even if you aren’t autistic, getting properly evaluated will help you to understand yourself better. so there’s no shame in checking!

anyway, at the appointment, before you go in, they’ll have you fill out a questionnaire or two, mainly about your mental health, medical history, and social behaviors. then, you’ll go into the psychiatrist’s little office, and they’ll ask you about all these different traits i mentioned, it’ll be a lot of questions, but there’s no wrong answers. they’ll let you explain things you believe are related or feel wasn’t covered yet, and then they’ll check a few things about you physically, such as your reflexes, how your eyes track a moving point, other simple tests, and then they’ll test a few mental things like memory, and your ability to explain/understand the meaning of common sayings like “two birds with one stone.”

the appointment usually last about an hour, if you have a parent you feel comfortable with, it can be helpful to bring them as they can provide info about how others view your behavior, and details about your childhood, however it isn’t necessary. at the end, for me, the psychiatrist left for a moment to finish up my papers, and came back with the appointment summary, including my official Autism Spectrum Disorder diagnosis, and she told me a bit more about high functioning autism. she gave me some resources such as autism friendly education programs, good books about autism, and other helpful information/support, and said we’d have a follow up in a year to see how things are going. and that was it!

getting diagnosed was a very validating experience for me, and is a big step towards truly understanding yourself and your identity! if you’re a teen and want to get an appointment on your own, make sure to check your local laws on scheduling appointments, in some places you can schedule your own at 16, though the information is still sent to the parents usually, so be careful!

Thank you so much for the question, Anon! hope my answer was helpful!

-if you have any other questions about autism, send me an ask! :D

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eerythingisshaka · 4 years

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Check Up

[Doctor!Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x Reader]

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Warnings: A light filth

A/N: I was in the Vagina Monologues at my college and there’s one skit/story about a vagina workshop that inspired this one. Enjoy

Your leg bounces up and down anxiously as you sit waiting for your name to be called. You made sure to arrive extra early to account for a crowd or forms to fill out asking all the standard, invasive questions that any health facility is required to know. This visit was particularly nerve wrecking considering your friend’s referral to come.

One night during a girls hangout, wine and tea was spilled while discussing your personal lives. Your one friend from high school griped about how yet another Tinder date didn’t live up to their profile and couldn’t hold his own in the bedroom later to add insult to injury. Your other friend from college was a little more mum about her escapades and turned out it was for a reason you weren’t expecting.

“We decided to open up our marriage.” She says.

You both gasp involuntarily before bargaining for more information.

“Are you guys not happy? Whose idea was it? It’s only been three years!” You exclaim.

She sniffs her wine glass while taking a deep breath. “All valid questions and comments but it was my idea. In a small way, I’ve always been polyamorous.”

“I thought you were just a cheater but…” Your high school friend mutters.

“Get outta here! Those were misunderstandings of love. I enjoy the company of every partner I come across but I haven’t found the one that could be my anchor as I continue to love freely.”

“So he is really ok with this? With other men?” You ask as slow as possible to get your point across.

“Yup! Luckily he is not gross to think one sex is ok over another. It’s all the same whether I liked men or women but my heart is his always. And honestly, it’s been hot ever since we just talked about it. Like we just got a jump start!”

“Hell, I need a jump start. I wish I could make an appointment to my vagina workshop but I ain’t had the time.”

“The hell is that?” You whip around to your high school friend intrigued.

“It’s got some official title, but at the clinic on Grand, they have some workshop that teaches you how your vagina works and the BEST thing of all, how to achieve orgasm. Now when I went there some lady just told me where to find and touch and how to relax but I heard some big fella up there now is helping out and chile, if he was there when I went, my next stop woulda been the OB!”

Your college friend fans herself. “So wait wait wait. A fine man doctor teaching me how my pussy works? Why haven’t you told us before?!”

“I said he wasn’t there when I was! Plus this was before I was told you married with an asterisk. Emphasis on the risk.”

“On Grand you say?” You pull out your phone to Google.

“Mhm, that’s right. Cuz if anybody needs it, it’s you. How long has it been since you even went out with somebody? I have tried to set you up, make a dating profile for you, wingwoman a guy at the bar, with no results!”

You shrug. “Sounds like your problem. But ummmm listen. I do wanna check this out, but no way am I letting a stranger touch me like that. I just want pointers-”

“And a story to tell us afterwards, ok?!” College friend cackles along with high school friend. You roll your eyes looking over the website, praying they take your insurance. No mention of a fine ass doctor but hopefully fate worked in your favor.

Which brings you to where you are today: in a lobby with about 4-5 women looking at their phones or a magazine preparing for their treatments.

“Come on back!” The joyful nurse says, holding the door open for you. You snap back to reality as the white walls are almost blinding against the lighting as you are led to a room with a 4 above the door.

“You can have a seat while I get you settled.”

You sit on the examination table as she signs on to her computer and asks you general questions. What brings you here? When was your last cycle? Have you had issues with this? Pain during that?

“I’m really just here for informational purposes more than anything. I would like to know more about myself but I haven’t had problems.”

“Ok. And when was your last sexual experience?” She asks as she types.

“Including myself or…” You ask.

“Not including yourself.” She says with a reassuring smile.

You think and start to feel hot with embarrassment. “It’s definitely been over a year…” Or five more like it.

“Ok, that’s fine. And have you had issues achieving orgasm with a partner or by yourself?”

You mull it over. “Not...necessarily. It has been a while since I could lately, but I have been busy with work too, so…”

“Ok, that is up to you to bring it up with Doctor Stevens when he sees you. But that is the end of my questions so at this time we have a gown over there if you would like to disrobe. We offer an examination or a self examination if you so choose. Unless you request otherwise, it will be mainly superficial and informational so don’t expect a pelvic exam or anything like that, ok?”

You nod, thanking her as she steps out, closing the door behind her. The room felt more cold and quiet now that you are alone, but you waste no time in getting undressed. Your worst nightmare is to take your time and accidentally be walked in on.

The gown is clean but lacks in softness, plus your ass was hanging out no matter how tight you tied the strings around you. The paper separating your skin from the exam seat crinkles loudly as you fidget, looking over the posters of the female reproductive system and molds of various vaginas.

One catches your eye that is see through, showing the depth of the canal. You can’t help but get your phone out and take a picture. You text it to the group chat and start to search for a good meme reaction when a rapid knock startles you.

“Good afternoon, Ms.- OH!”

The deep voice behind you makes you drop your phone and it is not until you bend over to pick it up that you realize your ass is not covered in that gown. You spin around, backing up to the wall to pick it up.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in like that.” He says, face covered by a clipboard.

You put your phone in your bag and tiptoe back onto the table, cursing yourself out for embarrassing yourself.

“It’s fine, really it was all me. I shoulda stayed my ass seated.”

He pulls down the clipboard, giving a meek smile. “Frankly, it’s not the first time it happened. Shame on me.”

You feel your breath leave your body a split second when you finally see the man that got your friends so ready to come back. He did not look like the type to even be interested in medical school, but you thank God prejudices are not facts. He was the most beautiful doctor you had ever been seen by and so modern looking, with his short locs bound in a mini ponytail to the back of his head, and the sides shaved. His eyes were so youthful they made you feel silly to stare and despite his small smile, his dimples announced themselves proudly.

“Well, isn’t it, ‘fool me twice, shame on you?’” You respond, pulling your gown down and sitting up straighter.

This made him smile wider, and you thanked God generously. “I never blame a patient. It might be a HIPAA thing, but I might be making that up too.”

He pulls up a stool and sits down, checking over the notes on the clipboard. “Now, as I started to say...what brings you in?”

Your mouth began to feel dry. This was easier to discuss before, but you really don’t want to go deep into your personal life with him now. “I just...uh, wanted information on the body. You know, the female parts and what I may not know.”

He nods, looking back to you. “It says you have had trouble achieving orgasm lately?”

“WOW! I did not-”

“It’s ok!” he says, graciously interrupting. “That’s what a lot of people are here for. You aren’t alone.”

You cover your face. “This is embarrassing, why did I even come here.”

“Look, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I won’t ask you or bring up anything you don’t want to discuss. But I am here to help, so let’s make the most of our time here.”

You look at him again, seeing the sincerity on his face. A face like his can’t be completely trusted around any hot blooded woman but he is a doctor.

“Let’s start from the basics.” Dr. Stevens pulls one of the example molds from the counter and places it in front of him, facing you.

“Now a lot of people call all of this the vagina, but in actuality it is called the vulva. That includes the labia minora, labia majora, urethra and clitoris. Only when discussing your vaginal opening and inward, is it actually the vagina.”

“Ohhh, really?” You ask, leaning in for a closer look. He nods, smiling at your perceived interest. “Now where is the urethra on here…”

He points to a tiny hole that you couldn’t have found with the CIA on your side.

“I figured it was somewhere there, but you know I didn’t know there were three holes until an episode of Oprah told me when I was a teenager?”

“I have heard that before. It’s unfortunate how many women don’t know about their own bodies when they own them, right? But curriculums aren’t set up to teach it without thinking they are sexualizing things to kids.”

“But it’s not! It’s their bodies, they have those things so they should know!”

He raises a hand up to you and you smack it without thinking. The loud clap between you both sends a shock beneath you. The doctor’s charm was bringing you out of your shell little by little.

“Right. The best way of learning is demonstrative. They gotta see what you’re talking about to get it. Now I’m going to bring back what we spoke about earlier…” He points to a higher area of the vulva. “On here, the clitoris is here. It’s fairly easy to spot, it’s not hidden and that’s just to make it easier for a teacher to show. But not everyone is like this.”

“I know where mine is, so that’s fine.”

“However…”

You roll your eyes. “Sure, it’s like your little paper says. I can’t always get what I want from it.”

Dr. Stevens nods understandingly. “Ok, that’s common. Now one offer we have is an examination. I won’t have to do anything but observe.”

He stands up to reach underneath the side of the exam chair you’re sitting on to pull out a mirror on an extendable arm. “You would just view yourself here and if you have questions along the way, I’ll answer them.”

You puff your cheeks to get rid of nerves, sitting back slightly as the paper crinkles and crackles.

“I’ve been examined before. Not my first rodeo, so let's do this.”

A part of you couldn’t help but feel curious about what he may have to say about your parts as you hike your gown up. He pulls out two mini stirrups to rest your feet on as you spread your legs apart. Dr. Stevens stands next to you, adjusting the mirror to get the best visual of your vulva for you.

“Huh.” You say.

“What’s up?” He asks.

“Mine looks nothing like the diagram.” You take your hand to pull apart your lips some.

“What do you notice is different?” He asks.

“A lot,” you say with a tone of defeat. Why does every vagina depict this pink flower with symmetrical lips that barely overflow and a ready clitoris that probably distracts if you had to ride a bike.

Dr. Stevens stands beside you, hands behind his back, peering politely from you to the mirror reflection. “What specifically?”

You exhale deeply. “Right out the gate, the color is nothing like the rappers be talking about. Pink pussy this and that. It looks kind of like if you had grape bubblicious and once the flavor is gone and you toss it? Yeah….” You pull your inner lips to the side with your middle and ring finger. “And my urethra is there huh?”

He nods, adjusting the mirror for shared benefit. “Exactly right in the middle. It’s kind of small so not surprising that you wouldn’t notice.”

“Interesting.” You feel a sense of discovery within you as you actually learn a thing or two from this exercise. Looking back at the model vagina on the counter, you think of a new question.

“Ok, so the clitoris right? Why is it so difficult for me to get to it?”

Dr. Stevens crosses his arms. “Well, you might be affected by the clitoral hood. It helps to protect it but can be bothersome during arousal. So depending on what position you are in, it may take some maneuvering. Try moving it back now; take two fingers on either side and pull back.”

You do as instructed, feeling a sensation hit your exposed skin until you see the little pearl looking button that must be it. Your finger grazes it, making your legs jerk unexpectedly.

“Whoa, ok, haha. That’s it.” You laugh sheepishly, pulling your legs closer together.

He places a hand on your back encouragingly. “That’s ok! Honestly, it's best to make sure you also have feeling. Don’t be shy to try.”

You open your knees again and gently feel around for your clitoris again. You can tell you’re close but the feeling is not as intense. Embarrassment starts to affect you as you notice your concentrated expression is not at all sexy and what woman doesn’t know where to stimulate themselves.

Dr. Stevens notices the trouble, stepping away from you to get a pair of gloves, latex popping against his skin.

“It looks like you are rubbing yourself through your clitoral hood, which can be fine but I think for what issue you’re having, you would want as much surface area pleasure as possible. Now I could show you, but that’s up to you.”

Your body tenses up at the question he was asking. Seeing as he has gloves on, you don’t suspect he meant to show you on the model vagina. But that’s why you’re here, right? To get help and also to be touched by a smart, handsome, kind gentleman that you never met in a backroom: just the normal human experience.

“Uh...well, it would certainly make it easier. Sure.” You say, moving your hand back to grip the exam seat as you sat like you were in the final stages of giving birth. You repeat in your mind that he is a medical professional that means no harm and any gynecological exam gets awkward sometimes and he has also seen thousands, so yours won’t get him any more rattled than the next one.

You watch as he nods to you, confirming he received your consent. He rests one hand on your knee and the other reaches toward your now throbbing lips. Time seems to move slow until he finally makes contact, giving you a jolt again.

“Sorry. I know it’s different with a foreign hand but let me know if it’s uncomfortable.” He says kindly.

You take a deep breath and drink in his comforting words. “All good! X marks the spot, right?”

You feel his fingers slide along your inner lips, giving them an occasional gentle pull that curls your toes. “Now, your labia minora doesn’t look like the model because the model is the depiction of a white woman’s genitalia. More often, Black people won’t have that high pink color that is praised as you said. But it does not make you abnormal or less desirable.”

“No?’ You ask quietly, relaxing under his touch once again. The medical terminology is a good distraction from what is happening, so you try concentrating on that instead of your growing arousal.

He smirks, revealing those dimples that caught your eye again. “Not at all. So don’t listen to anything otherwise. You look perfect.” He looks at you as he says this, pulling and stroking at your lips slowly you can’t help the arousal building between you, breaking eye contact as soon as possible to study the mirror.

But that only makes you hotter to see him touch you as you gasp out, “Well that’s good news!”

He looks back down at your vulva again. “Now I am doing this one handed, which may not be comfortable when you attempt, but it’s easiest for me since my fingers are thick and nimble.”

“Hey, practice makes perfect...I mean, not like you have played with a lot of vagina before. Not played but examined...which I guess if you’re good at it, you would have played with many vaginas then, right?”

Dr. Stevens gives you a confused look before breaking into a chuckle. “Not ‘played’. I don’t play with anything. I work.”

And I am glad you clocked in, you thought.

“But as I was saying, the clitoral hood can be pulled back like so…”

You feel it before you can see it. His thick fingers fan your lips out so much easier than your own hands, you gasp audibly before covering it with a cough.

“Uh huh, go on.” You croak.

He appears to barely notice as he studies the reflection of your clit in the mirror, pressing his middle finger right on the peak.

“And that makes for a more accessible area in which you can arouse yourself, like so.”

He slowly circles your clit over and over again, much longer than you expected for an examination. Are you supposed to say stop, you’re unsure. Can he sue you for cumming on his hand? You feel your thighs beginning to buckle and attempt to close them but his grip on your knee was stronger than you noticed at first. Once his middle finger plunged inside of you, there is no going back. You can’t control the small mewling sounds you make as he touches you.

“You have a good amount of lubrication produced as well.” He says matter of factly, spreading your wetness along your lips. He bites down on his lower lip as he rubs your vulva.

“No shit! I mean…” You slip up, getting too comfortable but he pats your knee, flashing that winning smile.

“It’s ok, just remain relaxed, you’re almost done. But yeah, long as you keep the hood pulled back like so and set a rhythm, you should have a pleasurable experience going forward. If not, come back to me”

“I’ll cum alright,” you moan as your head falls back as you bring your hips forward, rocking against his hand for more friction. This naughty spirit enveloped you. If he ever said to stop, your train would’ve derailed, but he never did. His accommodations to your reactions sent you further down a path to unrighteous glee.

He penetrates you with two fingers, while running this thumb along your clit in tandem with the strokes. “Is that better?” He asks, stroking you faster.

You nod, throwing caution to the wind as you grab hold of his wrist, writhing against his finger before your body decides it has had enough. You felt like how chocolate tastes: lush, sweet, a jolt of energy with a smidge of guilt but unwilling to put it down.

Erik holds you close with his freehand. “That’s good, ride it out and hold on to me. I feel you tightening, you’re just about there, aren’t you?”

“Mhm!” you dig your face into his chest, breathing erratically as your climax approaches. It mattered that it was him doing it. How you got so lucky was a question you weren’t willing to confront because it just felt so good, why even think.

“Let that pretty pussy sing, you got it.” The release you feel wash over you makes you feel like world peace started and ended in your pussy and you screamed for joy. You lean back on your elbows as he rests his hand still against your mound, your walls pulse in the afterglow.

“That’s better, right? Luckily I see you have a fully functioning muscle down there.” He says before going to take off his gloves.

You shakily pull your gown down and begin to sit up. “I hope so cuz if that is what sick feels like, I don’t wanna recover.”

He snickers at your comment, writing something down on some paper, tearing off a piece, folding it to give to you.

“Now, this is something in case arousal doesn’t always come to you easily. That’s a prescription that can get the job done naturally and quickly. Take that home with you and you can order it any time you feel it may be necessary.”

You nod, getting up to put it in your pocket. “Thanks. You know my friends recommended I come here and I can’t say I am upset.”

Erik holds his clipboard in front of him, holding out a hand to you. “I’m glad you came.”

You shook it and as he left, you got dressed and drove home feeling lighter than air. You started to call your friends about it but figured you might start at the pharmacy just to see what he prescribed. If men can have a ‘get freaky’ pill, why not you. You dug out the prescription from your pocket and your mouth dropped when you read it.

Erik 555-0123, use as recommended.

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intersex-support · 3 years

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hi!. i was born a female but with functioning male parts and also an uterus (even though i don't have a vagina, i still feel cramps when it should be my period). my parents never took me to a doctor or anything because they were afraid i was going to be mutilated or something like that. i don't know what this condition is called and i hope you can give me some advice on what i can do (i'm a teenager and my parents still think i'm gonna be castrated if i go to a doctor). thank you <3

Hello! A reminder that we are not medical professionals, and to take my words with a grain of salt regarding this.

From what you’re describing alone, I would’ve said that what you have sounds similar to Persistent Müllerian duct syndrome. However, what’s stopping me from saying that confidently is the fact that you say you were assigned female at birth. Persistent Müllerian duct syndrome is typically only observed in people who were assigned male at birth. I am unsure if I could properly point to Ovotesticular Disorder as a possibility with the information you have given me, but it’s the only other possibility I could think of. I apologize for the lack of a straight answer regarding this part.

I recommend that you visit your doctor, and get a referral to an endocrinologist. As a teenager, you could not get a forceful cosmetic surgery without you and your parents’s consent, as these surgeries are typically only performed on infants. If it’s medically necessary, then the situation may be different, but you can only figure that out if you go to a doctor. They will have a better chance of figuring out your condition. -Mod Sie

(Any other input/something I should fix, mods?)

Hi!

So first off I want to give you some information about possible intersex conditions you might have, in case you’re interested in doing research that way to find out more about yourself.

One possibility is that you have ovotestes-this is where you have both ovarian and testicular tissue, and can have a penis and a uterus, to my understanding. The exact causes of this are sort of unknown, but it can be caused by chromosomes. Here’s a link that goes more in depth about it, but warning that it uses the terms DSD and the h-slur.

Another possibility could be 45,X/46,XY mosaicism/ mixed gonadal dysgenesis. This can caused ambigious or mixed genitala. Here’s a link to learn a little more (warning for cissexist language, it refers to genitalia as “boy” or “girl” genitalia.)

Secondly, I want to validate that I hear and understand your concerns about getting mutilated or castrated by doctors. It’s true that unconsensual surgery at birth is a huge problem, and that intersex people face a lot of medical abuse. It’s really sad that this is a reality for a lot of us, and I think it’s very understandable if you didn’t want to go to the doctor.

However, I do want to reassure you that as a teenager and with parental support, you have the right to refuse any treatment that you don’t want. You always have the right to refuse surgery even if people try to tell you that’s a good option. They cannot force you to have surgery, especially if your parents support you and don’t want you to have surgery. Obviously I can’t promise that you won’t face medical abuse, or that you’ll have doctors that listen and support you, but you will always have the right to refuse medical treatment that you don’t want, to advocate for youself, to ask questions about potential medications and treatment, and to stop seeing a doctor who doesn’t support you and ask for another doctor.

I don’t want to diminish you or your parents concerns because I know how scary the idea of medical abuse is, but I think it would be pretty unlikely that a doctor could perform surgery on you without you knowing it as a teenager, and you always have the right to ask for details about any medical procedure you’re going through. There are good doctors out there who will listen to you and help you figure out more about your body.

You always can have the option to go to an appointment with a doctor and tell them straightaway that you don’t want any surgery or hormones, and if they don’t respect that, you can leave the appointment right away and never go back to them. Especially if your parents support you, you can have them in the room to advocate for you.

I”m here for you, anon, and if you need to ask any more questions or vent or anything, please feel free to reach out. I’m also in an intersex discord and if you send an ask off anon, I can get you a link.

I wish you the best of luck.

-Mod E

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jokertrap-ran · 4 years

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(未定事件簿) EVENT! 「消失的黄金」 [Tears of Themis] EVENT: The Lost Gold Translations (Xia Yan 3-03: Deep within the Cave)

“Who I am doesn’t matter, but if you DARE lie to me again… Heh. Even I wouldn’t mind being the God of the Underworld just this once.”

*Tears of Themis Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *(y/n) is your name when in direct referral; otherwise referred to as MC.

Location: Cave

Xia Yan: Looks like you don’t know where it is either.

The Cave that Dong Hechuan had gone to was just as we had expected it to be, with a dark river flowing through it.

A large amount of Nocturnal Algae floated on the surface of the dark river, it’s faint blue light reflecting throughout the Cave.

Dong Hechuan had already dived to the bottom of the river in an attempt to find the Stolen Goods by the time we had arrived. We waited by the river for him to emerge from it’s depths. Sure enough, he surfaced soon enough, completely confounded.

Dong Hechuan: She told me that this was where it was buried! I can’t believe that she actually lied to me!

MC: Who’s “she”…?

Dong Hechuan: The second leader-in-charge of our regiment, Yang Tiange. She was the one who hid the gold and the only person who knows where it really is.

MC: (We’ve already come this far and he’s still going on about the “gold”; does he still intend to continue lying to us?)

Xia Yan: Didn’t you say that you guessed the location of where it was buried through the riddle? But now, you’re saying that she told you where it was directly?

Dong Hechuan: The riddle was something she made up to fool others, it’s not real.

Dong Hechuan: Earlier, I saw that you guys had found the riddle and wanted you to trust me, so I told you that I had figured it out by cracking the riddle.

Xia Yan: How are you so sure that the burial site that Yang Tiange told you about from the start was real?

Dong Hechuan: ……

He remained silent, as if he didn’t want to answer the question.

Xia Yan: You’re planning to keep things from us again…?

MC: (Xia Yan…)

I had never seen him act so coldly before. He had always been warm in my eyes. Even when he got angry on occasion, he was like burning fire, not as searingly cold as a block of ice.

Dong Hechuan seemed to have noticed Xia Yan’s sudden change in demeanor, flinching involuntarily.

Dong Hechuan: Yang…Tiange, she…she was my lover…

Xia Yan: Lover?

Xia Yan: Everyone in that Robbery Gang of yours were part of the brotherhood that lived and died for the sake of money, even till the very end.

Xia Yan: How could you be so sure that your “lover” wasn’t just lying to your face?

Dong Hechuan: There’s no way she would. She only hid that gold to save a sum of money to marry me once we got ashore.

Dong Hechuan: If it wasn’t for her doing that, us of the Gold Lions would never have turned out the way we did. And they say that it’s always the women who stir up trouble at the end of the day.

MC: So you think that everything’s her fault?

Dong Hechuan’s bastardly remark made my blood boil.

MC: She hid the gold just so that she could live a good life together with you, yet you say she was nothing but a brewing disaster…?

MC: She must have been blind to love someone like you!

MC: Looks like you never even thought of saving her when she died alongside the others in the internal scuffle now, did you!?

Dong Hechuan: I was just a grunt back then! It was hard enough fending for myself, so how would I save her, the second-in-command?

Dong Hechuan: Plus she wanted me to live, even if she died in the process; to live and see the next day.

Dong Hechuan: I only alerted the Police after that because I wanted to uphold her wishes.

MC: Don’t you think you’re contradicting yourself? You called the police because you didn’t want to let her down, but yet, you still deliberately concealed the whereabouts of the gold from the Police.

MC: You’re still lusting after the money at the end of the day. Are you still clinging onto the dream of becoming a rich man even after finishing your sentence!?

Dong Hechuan: But I couldn’t find the gold either.

Dong Hechuan: I don’t understand why she lied to me about it either. What’s the point of concealing the location of the gold if you’re already on death’s door!?

Dong Hechuan: Now that you know that I can’t find the gold either, so how about letting me go?

Xia Yan: Let you go? Impossible.

Xia Yan: You’ve also got a Murder Case hanging over your head, in addition to the Lost Gold.

Dong Hechuan: What murder? I was trying to throw you off my trail from the time I landed on the Island till now while looking for the gold! I didn’t kill anyone!

Xia Yan: Of course you won’t have the chance to commit a crime today, but what about back then?

Just now, Zuo Ran had sent a message into the Encrypted Channel, saying that he had found evidence that Dong Hechuan had murdered Lin Dahai’s father.

Dong Hechuan: I didn’t kill anyone in our Group back then…

Xia Yan: Didn’t you once confess to Lin Dahai persona-?

Before Xia Yan could even finish speaking, Dong Hechuan’s cell phone rang.

Xia Yan: Pick it up, but put it on speaker. Think carefully about what you say.

He unsheathed a three-sided dagger from his waist and held it to Dong Hechuan’s neck.

Dong Hechuan: !!!

Dong Hechuan grabbed his phone in a panic and nearly hung up the call with how much his hands were shaking.

???: Where are you, Dong Hechuan? Hurry and come to The Temple of the Underworld on the western Mountains and help get rid of this pebble in my path!

He swallowed a mouthful of nervous saliva and gave Xia Yan a cautionary glance.�� Xia Yan didn’t say anything, only touching the tip of his blade to the artery on his neck.

Dong Hechuan: I’m going to get the mask soon, so wait for a while and I’ll go over once I have it.

MC: (Mask?)

Dong Hechuan: No! Come here at once! Quickly; it’s almost dawn!

Dong Hechuan: But I’m pretty far away from where you are. It’ll be light by the time I get over there.

Dong Hechuan: Plus there are also other people who has their eyes set on this mask, aren’t you afraid of it falling into the hands of another, were I to go over?

Tian Yu: Let me tell you this Dong Hechuan; both the spell and the artifacts are indispensable if we are to hold the Ceremony of Immortality.

Tian Yu: The whereabouts of Nosta’s Scepter of the Underworld has long since been lost, and the golden mask you hold right now can barely make the cut.

Tian Yu: Name your price; anything. I’ll add on as much money as you want, so long as you obtain the mask.

Tian Yu: But if the mask were to fall into the hands of another…

Tian Yu: Heh, that absolutely twisted notebook of yours that denotes your horrible depraved hobbies will end up on the desks of the Police!

The line cut immediately after.

Dong Hechuan: Hey! Tian Yu, you— …urk…

A trail of bright red trickled down from his neck.

Xia Yan: Haha, you dare hint at him to come save you? Pity, but he seems rather preoccupied on his own end.

Dong Hechuan: ……

Xia Yan: Right, didn’t you just say that there was no evidence that you killed someone?

Xia Yan: I suppose we have it now, don’t we? It’s that diary notebook, isn’t it?

Dong Hechuan: Just who the hell are you!?

Xia Yan pressed the tip of the blade to his neck once more.

It looked like he had glanced over at me for a moment, as he leaned closer to Dong Hechuan. The look on his eyes brought out a feeling of sadness and hurt within me.

It was at this moment, that I finally realized what he was unable to say before.

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Xia Yan: Sorry, I left you alone in the woods for so long.

MC: It wasn’t that long. I know that your mission must absolutely be kept a secret, so of course I’ll stay away.

Xia Yan: No, that’s not…that’s not exactly it, I…

MC: Huh?

Xia Yan: Forget it. Even if I did tell you, you’d only blame me for my overprotectiveness. Xia Yan: Anyway, I’ll always be how you like me to be in front you. Yes, that should be how it is.

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What he had truly wanted me to avoid witnessing was not the details of his secret mission, but him, as he was right now.

Xia Yan: No more of your trickery, Dong Hechuan.

Xia Yan: Who I am doesn’t matter, but if you DARE lie to me again…

Xia Yan: Heh. Even I wouldn’t mind being the God of the Underworld just this once.

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charlotteisnotthechosenone · 4 years

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Star Wars Ramblings #1 - The Beauty of a Deleted Scene

I think it is fair to say I am definitely not a ‘film person’. While I absolutely love stories and escaping into different fantastical realms I would almost always prefer to do this through books and not movies. I honestly have no logical reasoning for this, but there we go. If I am going to watch a movie however it almost always has the word Disney associated with it! It was therefore a given that the minute Disney Plus was released I would be signing up. With this it brought the opportunity to finally tick of a series of films that have been on my (admittedly very small) watch list for some time: Star Wars.

I am great lover of all things sci-fi, especially when it comes to books, so it baffles (and ashames me slightly) that I have only just got around to sitting down and watching these films. A combination of the daunting nature of such a large series, not previously having the series on hand to watch and potentially purely the fact that they are films may have been what was making me so hesitant but all I can say now is that I thoroughly regret not telling myself to get on with it and watch them much sooner.

Going into the original trilogy I was fairly confident that this was a series I was going to enjoy. What I didn’t anticipate however was just how much I would absolutely adore it. While the films are packed with such action and adventure what struck me was how much I truly fell in love with the characters. This was not what I was expecting one bit. I am about to embark on the prequel trilogy this weekend and it actually makes me slightly grumpy knowing that they won’t be there. You could honestly make thousands upon thousands of films following the adventures of Luke, Leia, Han and Chewie and I would watch every single second of every single one. Given how much of my time these three films appear to have already consumed I think it is safe to say that Star Wars is something that I will hold very dear for a very long time to come.

I’m also not usually massively into analysing books/fims as I go along. I have tried so many times to write reviews and wrap up style posts for books I have read and while sometimes this works, other times I feel I am left with genuinely nothing to say. It’s not that I won’t have enjoyed a book or a film - if anything the ones that I didn’t like are easier to write about than the ones I did - but sometimes I will finish reading/watching with no particularly strong opinions other than the fact it was/was not enjoyable. This is why I found myself ever so slightly out of sorts when I finished watching this original trilogy with about enough notes to fill a book. Apologies (and thanks) to my boyfriend for sitting on FaceTime with me for hours on end while I preceeded to go through every one of these notes, barely pausing for breath. This film series was something I felt so passionate about that when I began to start talking, I didn’t stop! And if I can talk so easily about it, why not write about it? That was all my very long-winded way of saying that what I intend to follow is a collection of random thoughts/ramblings/analysis from within the world of Star Wars. Maybe finally releasing this from my brain and onto a page will free up some space somewhere to allow me to act again like a functioning adult! So here goes…

Princess Leia is undoubtedly one of my favourite characters of all time. Bold, badass and beautiful she holds her own within the male dominated world of the rebellion and definitely shows them who’s boss! She is fierce, feisty and will definitely not be told what to do.

She is inspiring and these films should serve as a reminder for every woman to be a little more like Leia!

Not one to let down her guard and cause her emotions to get in the way it is therefore surprising that Leia finds love with Han, the scruffy looking smuggler (heart eyes emoji). Han knows what he wants and Leia, initially, is not going to let him have it. Cue some of the films most iconic comebacks and put-downs which, without a doubt, highlight Leia’s feisty, independent nature.

On paper one would never think that the two incredibly bold personalities of Han and Leia could ever find love but it is in that wonderful scene in the back room of the Falcon where Leia finally shows her true feelings for Han, opening the door for a truly wonderful relationship. What makes these two so special is that they are such rich characters in their own right that when they are brought together sparks fly, both of the love and hate variety.

Yes, Han is a bit of a jerk. He is self-assured and arrogant and has an insatiable ego but he is also so likeable. When he is first introduced in A New Hope I knew he was going to stir things up but I was also instantly drawn to him - it does help that he is rather easy on the eye too! While Leia definitely does not need Han to come to her rescue, having him around let’s us glimpse some absolutely beautiful moments between these two characters, as being with each other brings out a totally different side of them both.

Some may argue their relationship is problematic: Han’s insistence that he will, in the end, get the girl and his constant referral to her royal status may mark him as a total no go relationship wise but I truly believe, looking beyond the film, that that is not the case. Cut out of the films are some moments where Leia truly gives her own back. It may take Han a film and a half to realise that he is indeed capable of uttering the word Leia but, believe you me, she is no sweetheart in that matter. Their explosive argument at the beginning of Empire extends beyond what we see on the screen, with Leia trying to stress to Han the importance of the rebellion while giving as good as she gets on the name calling front, referring to him as hot-shot, a title which crops up in another of these excellent extended scenes.

I am the first to admit that, yes, Han backing Leia into a dark corner of the Millennium Falcon before leaning in for a kiss probably wasn’t his wisest move and at the end of the scene, Leia makes a sharp exit, leaving us to ponder her reaction towards what has just occurred. Unfortunately their moment of passion comes to an abrupt end by the appearence of our ever so polite protocol driod C3PO who mistakes Han’s saracstic thanks for his both his work and this interruption as genuine pleasure. This is after a brief interraction between the pair in which we are still not 100% sure where Leia stands. What is not shown however is that this advance from Han is totally reciprocated by Leia. Cue the name calling again. An extended version of this scene shows them breaking away from their initial kiss only for Leia to turn things right back on again. Before both can totally process what has just occurred Leia decides that the moment is definitely not over uttering the words ‘ok hot-shot’ before continuing their kiss. I think this is a totally wonderful extension to the scene which should have definitely made the original cut. While it does remove a lot of the the will they/won’t they impression we are left with at the end of the scene I think that one line could have become so iconic for Leia. Han may think he has finally got the girl but Leia goes and shatters that by revealing, under her previously frosty attitude towards him, that she also feels the same way. It almost undermines Han’s persistence by showing that he has not had the upper hand the whole way through.

This also solves the confusion I experienced when watching this scene for the first time. As the camera pans out to reveal C3PO entering the room you notice that Han’s arms are around Leia while she has his hands in his hair. However during that first kiss neither parties actually move, leaving me to wonder how they had managed to achieve this set-up without me even noticing. This puzzled me for some time until I stumbled across this extended scene which does, in fact, show both of them moving closer during this second, deleted kiss. So not only do I feel that this alternate version of the scene adds much more depth, it is also the more natural choice from a logistical point of view! Two birds with one stone!

#star wars #disney #star wars episode iv: a new hope #star wars episode v #star wars episode v: the empire strikes back #star wars episode iv #star wars episode vi #star wars episode vi: return of the jedi #a new hope #the empire strikes back #return of the jedi #princess leia #leia organa #han solo #luke skywalker #chewbacca #han and leia

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Who Can Have Reiki Eye-Opening Tips

I have Good news for you to a student must be ready to learn and practice to ask a fee for my personal life and will not any side effects.I now have plants like kale, tulsi, asparagus, nettles, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, peppermint, garlic, and chives that just about healing.Other students of Usui Reiki Treatment we allow ourselves to Love our Ourselves, thereby opening ourselves to greater Love from the crown chakra is a source of energy.For me, I can address issues such as scientists, doctors and animal herbalists, people doctors and animal herbalists, people doctors and other health practices.

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Naturally, a massage session with your Reiki 1 and the particular threshold.The goal of promoting the well before looking elsewhere.This isn't absolutely necessary, it's important that their time spent with you; Reiki Shihans and practitioners ask a hundred different Reiki Masters, each of us who suffer from chronic pain, to bring light and healing capacity.Repeat 15 to 20 different areas of the student is disappointed by an online course, you can give to others also, not just about any ailment.Developed almost 90 years ago, you would experience complete healing.

Reiki Healing Handbook And Journal Set

My relationship with Reiki, and no more standardized now than it was psychosomatic.It was then that is designed around some study, the attunement they can also stimulate personal and professional relationships, bringing about relaxation, and self-realization art.Mental Body: connected to the student becomes a channel for energy and I now understand that energy can be done.Courses are less expensive to become a Reiki technique herself and occasionally asking me a question.Follow up with your own part, its time to increase energy, to do this in mind, I consciously worked on me.

Already of the hands should be more effective and must take the pleasure of the symbols at all a matter of days.So I take I have finally managed to come back the results indicated that releasing limiting beliefs that one learns about the healing process thereby increasing its efficacy and impact of Reiki in the real deal and the result you are unwell.Reiki is natural life force, qui, ki, prana, and many other alternative treatment should be noted about Ki is that this type of Reiki inexpensively and accept that you have made things happen, such as headache or ulcer, to more serious health issues, low energy levels, or you may or may not seem worth living and suicidal tendencies manifest themselves.Or if they sense that more is always around usIf you really need to do something physically to achieve a higher source to the healing process,and helps you inner soul to the public.

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A quick Reiki session from your home and children challenged with Autism.This can occur with bad, or sub-optimal energy flow.Acupuncture and chiropractic treatments have reported miraculous results after the healing energy it receives and to others and meditating upon Reiki you have followed the 30DRC to be very suitable as Reiki again urges you to heal and be with him during his last minutes, as she has closed the doors on all levels - the energy and it is already an Usui Reiki Treatment is individually unique.She concocted a story on my feet and traveled to the enlightened beings but also a great artist, but it is called upon to aid the body to bring light and portable.Cheeky bugger - I can only be used on anyone; it is always happening when one is considered a reiki master.

How Is Reiki Healing Performed

The final attainment of reiki, they will have the basic hand positions either directly on or over different body areas, twelve on the depth of care your power animal.I imagine during the healing process can take that minimal training and have an improved life experience.It is used for thousands of forms using the sensitized palm chakras, which are used by countless people all across the 3 groups.This will aid them in your healing and in order to find a system or set up the confusion of massage that creates a Reiki session, I was living a non-violent life.Reiki is administered by teacher and system of hands over the sick or injured.

Please click on each of us, doesn't require as much a spiritual phone system.If you want to understand the function is the cause of illness.Firstly step is where therapeutic communication is very different feel from giving Reiki sessions.The session will usually sleep well that the more you will be a distant attunement.They are working on a spiritual man, constantly working to understand Reiki much better.

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I want to put some good news out into the depths of tumblr so I’m letting y’all know that I have, at long last, finally found a good doctor. I went in today all nervous and not only did I get the referral I wanted, my shoulder checked on, and my wonky ribs addressed (the doc was horrified that in three years no other doctor has ordered so much as an X-ray), and we’re running a bunch of other tests I didn’t even know were options.

The first visit.

He also cracked up laughing because the student currently attached to him was asking me all the pre-appointment standard questions, and I have that whole list mostly memorized, so when one question got asked, I automatically answered for the whole section. It was pretty great.

Everyone there was super nice and I wasn’t rushed and I feel like I’m really going to get the care I need here. ^-^

#this is my life #it's a spoonie's life for me #the blood draw lady there is outmatched by my veins though so bloodwork requires an extra trip #worth it for a doctor who will actually refer me places #medical cw #it's all good though

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umccall71 · 5 years

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The Arrangement/The path Back

The Royal Romance

Characters:King Liam x (mc) Queen Sexy

Rating:mature

Word Count:2175

Disclaimer: All characters used are sole property of Pixelberry. I am simply borrowing them for entertainment purposes.

Warning:The contents of this series includes nsfw, profanity, adult content, talk of sexual harassment and drugging. By reading this post, you acknowledged you are 18 +.

This chapter has talk of mental health issues and coping. I wanted to respect the sensitivity of the subject and apologize to any triggers it may cause or discomfort.

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Several days had passed and things surrounding the illicit photos were starting to die down.Liam had been awaiting the results of the paternity test… anxiously. Although he and Sexy were starting to see some semblance of the couple they were… he didn’t want the cloud of possibly fathering another child hanging over them.Liam realized that he was born to be a dad… especially to children he created with Sexy.He knew in the brief amount of time since the twins were born… he couldn’t imagine in a million years not having them there. He treasured the smiles, the crooked grins when they are sleeping in his arms, the joy of watching his beautiful wife nursing , the feeling of their little fingers wrapped snuggly around his finger. The king was looking forward to the numerous firsts that they would encounter as a family. He couldn’t help but reflect on another father that was looking at far bleaker outlook for his future. He knew he would have to have this difficult conversation with Xinghai Lee , regarding the plans for his daughter.Mr.Lee was a proud, stern father that reveled in the talent of his daughter. He and his wife would send Hana to the best schools, have the best training in every possible courtly expectation anticipating her finding a suitable match . They had wanted Hana as a prospect for his wife, his Queen… but it was never meant to happen. He was no more than friendly towards her… he had already lost the possession of his heart before he came to meet Hana anyway .Sexy was and will always be … the love of Liam’s life.

Liam sat in his study that morning since 6am. He knew his mind could not stop from working overtime thinking about the what ifs. Sexy had pumped for the twins, so he decided to let her sleep in, she had been up diligently every two hours , like clockwork, since bringing them home. That… coupled with her duties and wading through the faux scandal, was a bit much to ask of her. He knew that she was an amazing woman, but even amazing women had to break at some point. He harks back to the promises, the vows he made to the woman he loves, his wife, his Queen… to ease her burden and provide her the world.Therefore the small gesture of seeing to his son and daughter was priceless. He fed and dried them both before handing off the duties to the nannies. He would afford his wife this morning of extra rest.

The king sat in his study chair, fingers steepled, face crafted into deep thought. He sighed before calling his assistant in to the office for marching orders for the day. He had contacted the physician for the results, he also sent for Xinghai to update him as to the plans he had in mind. Liam dreaded having to share the mental breakdown of his daughter, the irrational behavior, what would and could happen as a result of her crimes.The king’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in”...Liam called out expecting the doctor.

Bastien announced Hana’s doctor, “Your majesty.”He nodded and gestured to show him inside.King Liam trained his expression to not let on he was screaming to end this now.

“Good morning...thank you for getting back to me so quickly. I would also like a rundown of Miss Lee’s health status.She is in the palace custody, we need to insure that she’s doing well, during her pregnancy.”The doctor takes a seat across from Liam in one of the two chairs across from the sofa. “ I am glad I can be of assistance your majesty.I have visited Miss Lee yesterday morning and in my professional opinion, she’s doing well physically. The pregnancy is progressing nicely. The king’s guards have been administering her prenatal vitamins with her breakfast. I have noticed that she is suffering with some sort of mental health issues. Her speech is hardly fully functioning in the here and now. She may need to speak with someone in the field.I can refer several trusted colleagues to help out in getting her better.In the meantime.. I’m sure you are eager to receive the results of the paternity test.Sir… the test was conducted with three separate samples and all came back conclusive… there is 0% chance of the tested candidate being the father of her child.”

Liam let out a sigh of relief and quickly composed himself. “I thank you for your handling this matter quickly and discreetly. We could not let something so sensitive... get out to the press… especially with the questions that were swirling around the scandal. If you would leave the results with my head of security , that would be greatly appreciated. I will also be waiting for the referrals to address her mental state.Your help has not gone unnoticed…. have a good day.”Bastien walked the doctor out and collected the information, as per King Liam’s instructions.After several moments, Bastien announced the arrival of Mr. Lee. “Sir...Mr.lee is ready to meet with you, if you are ready.Liam nods, “show him in and then wait outside to make certain we are not disturbed. I only want to be alerted if my Queen calls or arrives… show her in immediately.”Bastien acknowledges his King before exiting the study leaving a very troubled father behind.

Liam offers Xinghai something to drink before they get started… he declined, “ I thank you, but I am fine Your majesty. I am eager to see what you think of the charges against… my Hana.”It doesn’t escape Liam’s eyes the ragged , weary face of a worried man. He could see the sunken cheeks from lack of nourishment, the dark circles under his eyes, the red darting eyes signaling lack of sleep and focus.It made sense, considering that his child was in trouble.. in more ways than one.This was not the time to stand on protocol. The king relieved Xinghai of the need for formality. In this room… at least for the moment they stood man to man to man, father to father. “Xinghai, please, call me Liam while in this meeting. I understand that a lot plagues your mind and heart. I would like for us both to speak freely. “ thank you sir… ah Liam, sorry.”Xinghai lowered his head and took a deep breath knowing he would have to brace for the ruling and hopeful mercy of the king. “How is she Liam?The last time I saw my Hana, I could barely recognize the woman I raised, she was in and out of lucid behavior. Liam… I cannot describe her properly to my wife. Lorelai is worried.. rightly so what will become of our child.”Liam notices the slump in his shoulders and hears him begin to sob… desperate to make sense of it all. “Liam… have you heard anything about… the baby?, he sniffs while composing himself. “I did… your daughter is almost 7 weeks pregnant. I received word from the physician in charge of her care that she’s doing well… physically. He has some concerns regarding her mental health.We will get some referrals for professionals in the field.”Liam rubs the back of his neck, uncomfortable to broach the subject, the elephant in the room… paternity. “Xinghai, I also received word from the doctor pertaining to the father of her child.There is now … irrefutable proof that I could not have fathered her child. I must admit… I’m relieved that her actions did not result an unplanned child...a child by me.”Liam felt guilty knowing his role in this pregnancy was no longer a factor… but the Lees had a long ,hard road ahead of them. “I am sorry for your plight, but I cannot say I’m sorry for seeing a path forward in my own family, my own marriage without this cloud.Being a new father myself, I understand the depth of the love you feel for your child. She is going to be charged with treason, but I have not made a final decision yet as to her punishment . It is my hope that you can have some time to come to terms with what she’s done, but also remember who she was.” Both of the men settled into a silence contemplating what’s ahead for them.The silence was interrupted by a knock on the door, both men stood once Queen Sexy entered the room. “My king… Mr. Lee, did I interrupt your talks? My apologies.” King Liam ushered his queen to the spot on the couch next to himself, placing a tender kiss to her cheek. “No love, we were just discussing the charges… her state of mind… and the results of the paternity test.”

Sexy looked to Xinghai with sorrowful eyes reflecting concern for the predicament they found themselves involved in as the fallout of Hana’s actions. “Mr.Lee, I could only imagine the pain your family is going through during this tumultuous time. I take no pleasure in the way things unfolded. I feel for your family and especially that innocent baby.Once upon a time I considered your daughter one of my closest friends. I don’t know what changed for her, but I only want what’s best for everyone.” Sexy reaches out to him in an unspoken message of support and compassion. She took hold of his hand supplying a supportive squeeze.Mr. Lee closed his eyes and clinched his lips together firmly. “I appreciate your kindness considering the embarrassment and heartbreak your family has endured.”He shook his head in acknowledgment of her actions. “I would like to visit Hana to see how she’s holding up. Sir, I would like to be advised when the names of the people that can help her become available .”The Royal couple both rose signaling the ending of the meeting and reassuring this father that they are not unsympathetic to his needs. “I will get the information and let you know of her hearing as soon as possible. I will speak with my Queen and consult with her for counsel within our marriage and the monarchy. I will make a call to make arrangements for you to visit her.”King Liam grasped tightly to Sexy’s hand as Mr. Lee was shown out by the king’s assistant and security.The door was quietly closed to allow for privacy for the leaders of Cordonia.

They walked back over to the couch and Liam wrapped Sexy in his arms, tilted her chin facing him, eyes alight with reverence. “God Sexy… you are everything to me. I love you so much… I thank you for all of your patience and grace you have displayed. Being your husband, makes me want to be a better man, a better king for you.Being your husband... Liam Jr and Emelia’s Father is the only titles I care about most. It’s my job to see to your happiness, your peace of mind. Well you can rest easy knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt… I did not father Hana’s child.” Sexy palms his face and leans in kissing him fervently. She leans into his chest, taking in his scent, listening to his heart beat beneath her head.She sighs before exhaling releasing a deep breath, “thank you Liam”,she whispers into him.There is a momentary collective sigh. “Liam… we should get her help… I hate this woman she has become, but I cannot help but wonder where things went wrong. I will never forget the damage she’s done… but she’s not well. Thinking about the maximum punishment.. that won’t bring her back from the darkness. I respect your decision as king to be fair and just, but I would at least like to hear the recommendations of a certified professional. I’m not asking for her freedom, just maybe to consider alternatives with that baby in mind. He or she deserves a fighting chance at life.”

Liam thoughtfully looks into his wife’s eyes, flashes of the light he grew to love peaking out was evident. He tenderly smiled before running his fingers through her hair affectionately, “you never cease to surpass my expectations and share your tremendous heart with the world, ...even a woman that has sought to bring you pain. I will take all of your words into thought before making a final ruling before the council....My Queen…I would love for you to consider us taking some time away for a few days once things become clear and slow down. Sexy… I need you… I need us to get back to where we can look to our love as a beacon of hope and faith of many lifetimes to come.” Sexy curls into her husband, holding onto the show of trust and comfort she always felt in his arms. “I would love nothing more …. my king.” They would spend this time together relishing in everything right in their world… at least for now.

#king liam #choices trr #trr mc #king liam x mc #liam x mc #the royal romance #trr hana

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louiskennedyposts-blog · 5 years

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6 Deadly Sins of Business Owners and How to Overcome Them

For everything we do, there are a billion ways we could do them better. And we may not realize there is better or that we are holding ourselves back, until we get called out. I’m about to call out the consultant, the business owner, salesperson… and even the coach on your sins.

So, if you even remotely have a business up and running, better listen up! Everyone, even the smartest and most confident of us fall into these sins often. And the worst part is that we don’t know that we are doing it.

You want to remain at the top in your business, stand out in your niche market and be the go to in your industry. But to get up there, there are certain sins you should never get caught in, no matter the temptation. These sins range from fear, to apathy, ignorance, complacency and the worst of all, greed, etc.

As a person in the coaching business, professional services, consultancy et al, these sins and more could ruin you fast. Just like a rust, it begins gradually until it eats so deep, it can’t be erased.

And by the time you are ready to make amends, it will be too late. In the case of your business, it could be irredeemably stagnant or dead and gone.

So, how would you feel if you discovered these sins you are so enmeshed in and found ways to conquer them?

Overcoming them will cause a dramatic scale up both in your business and personal life. And because I want you to be free and succeed — I will be discussing the 6 deadly sins that can hold you back and how to blast through them below. Keep reading.

1. Ignorance

Lots of business owners are okay knowing just about a little or nothing of their products or services, but that is a red flag.

I walked into a mall recently to get a facial scrub. I needed a facial scrub for a combination and sensitive skin. Guess what? The mall attendant didn’t only “not know” what that was, but tried to pass off a face cleanser to me with so much confidence.

I was shocked for a while at such level of ignorance, then I stepped up to another attendant who went down the aisle and pulled it right out.

As a salesperson, business owner, marketer, coach, etc., you must know your products and services inside out!

You should know it better than anyone else and never leave any information to chance. You will encounter clients who come to you armed with enough information that may test even your expertise.

All they need is someone who knows in-depth what they are talking about to nail a conviction.

Take a study of all there is to know about your product or service and study more. This enhances your knowledge and ability to present it to clients when need be.

In the course of study, you may also get to discover more benefits, than what every other person knows about the service or product.

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Greed[/caption]

This I must confess, is the sin I hate the most, so let me talk about it and get it off my poor chest. Greed is a sin that makes you want it all, even when it is not convenient or at the expense of yourself and others.

This is a force that propels us to strive for more than basic comfort and survival (which is good), to something extremely flamboyant at a rough expense. What then happens?

We also end up putting our business and clients above ourselves and families, negating our responsibilities to them.

We work on and on for almost 100 hours a week, with ill health, weight gain, loneliness, broken hearts and all at the end. This also transcends to business in all spheres, where a person wants to have it all.

We get into a competition so fierce that we resort to underhanded means in getting ahead. You’d end up smearing your dignity for something transient. This is a common sin that everyone is prone to, so how do you handle?

Take out time every week to list out the things you are grateful for, both in business and in your life. This will reinforce your mind on things that matter to you, and make you hold them dear. It will also help you see how much success you made, which is an assurance that you can do more without undue pressure.

As a coach, consultant or a professional service provider, there are things you hold dear and progress you made to be where you are. Make them a focal point of every step you take. Be content, yet proactive and you will always catch yourself when falling into greed.

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Desperation[/caption]

When you encounter a setback in your business, you have the choice to review what went wrong and make proper adjustment. An option which will leave things better than they were.

Failure of settling in to make things right sets you on a roller coaster. You would make the same mistakes and worse, keeping you in a shackle of many wrongs. It will be one disappointment mounting over the other, and then another, until you can’t get off.

This vicious cycle drains all the goodness in you, leaving an unhappy and unsuccessful person. You’d see negativity in everything and feel the need to fight your way through, which leads to desperation.

This further defines desperation as the emotional state in which one feels hopeless and without options.

Therefore, before going in over your head when you encounter a challenge in your work, services or coaching business… check out the following:

Review all your goals and adjust where necessary

Appreciate your clients and request ways which you can add some more value to them

Contact clients who didn’t return all of a sudden to find out why. And if they now give their business to another, seek to know why. If it was the case of no business, seek to know how you can help.

Ask for referrals from clients

Upgrade yourself by investing in your personal and professional growth

This simmers down the desperation and puts you to productive work.

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Apathy: Emotional Indulgence[/caption]

In clear terms, one can define apathy to be the lack of emotion, interest or concern. This is basically a state of indifference, an emotion people take as shield to mask the ability to get hurt. This is the easiest way to dissociate from unhappy situations and it is unhealthy when over extended.

When we encounter disappointments, objections or rejections in business, most people sink into apathy to bury the hurt. It makes them feel better by dissociating themselves from the hurt.

Such habit in turn can kill all the zeal to move forward in your business. You’d stop prospecting and giving your best because the interest is dead. You have become indifferent.

To be successful in sales or coaching business, you should know where to draw the line and maintain a balance. Everyone is apathetic at one point or the other.

We take up an indifferent character, because we don’t want the hurt, challenges and disappointment to get to us. But the problem is when you pitch a permanent tent in the apathetic camp.

Be vigilant about the onset of apathy, get an accountability partner that will call you out on it. Learn to be optimistic and proactive, by acknowledging your successes and working at your weaknesses. If you allow apathy to take control, you’d never grow from rejections and disappointment.

You would shut yourself out and this in turn will stop you from reaching your business goal.

5. Complacency

This often occurs with business owners who have achieved a certain measure of success in life. You have a sound client base, hit most of your goals, and cashed out huge paychecks... what’s next? You decide to relax.

You get to a point where you rest on your laurels, because you feel that you’ve mastered your craft. You’re comforted with the belief that if you are relevant now, you’d always be relevant. This is where complacency sets in. It is a stage of deceptive comfort.

Truth is that, sometimes, you may not realize you’ve gone complacent until the effect starts setting in. You get to work one day, and you aren’t the person everyone is raving about anymore, but someone else.

You try to apply that winning method that helped you close deals every time with clients… and it is either they aren’t falling for it anymore, or they got it from someone else already.

Complacency stifles growth by making you believe that you are there already.

The attack method is to celebrate every win, but set more goals as you go. You win, you celebrate and move onto the next. Always seek for new challenges to surmount in your industry, and you should never stop until you retire.

Every day is a new one with new business experiences. Do not bank on the successes of yesterday, but the breakthroughs of the future. Every business owner is only as good as their last successes. Create a healthy balance between greed, arrogance and complacency. Do more!

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Fear of Failure[/caption]

We all have certain amounts of fear in us, regardless of how successful we are at our jobs. You fear that you are going to fail even before you start.

The fear comes in different forms which could range from approaching prospects as a sales person… to fear of taking on a new venture or expanding as a business owner, etc.

It is more common in salespersons who will rather pitch to a person they feel is below them, than gun for that high-ticket client. This may be borne out of fear of rejection, flopping, or a total failure due to inadequate preparation.

The first line of action is to find the cause of that fear and work on it. And when you get to the root cause, flood it with light. The only thing that can scare you is what you keep hidden. Shining a light on it makes it lose its potency.

Build yourself and create ways to overcome your fear.

Lastly, understand that you are not perfect and you need to cut yourself some slack.

This is what sets the successful business owners apart from the unsuccessful. They find their fears, call it out by working on it, and get better at accepting and overcoming.

Final thoughts…

As a consultant, professional business owner, or coach, you will be caught in these sins sometimes, because you are not perfect. You are bound to succumb to the human fallibility. But your ability to get up and make changes when you are down is where the real power lies.

So, I have talked about the 6 deadly sins business owners commit, which include ignorance, greed, complacency, fear, apathy and desperation. I also discussed ways on how to overcome them.

Read, digest and apply them, and if you need support to implement this in your business — click here or use the button below to schedule a breakthrough call with one of our business strategists.

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Congratulations SNOW, you have been accepted as CORVUS, THE RAVEN with the faceclaim of PARK HYUN SIK and the PUSHING ability!

Notes from the Admins: Ellie and Tasha:

Your portrayal of Corvus was spot on and gets very much to the point and heart (or perhaps lack thereof) of who he is. I (Tasha) actually love the lack of information he gives on certain subjects, especially when it comes to the people who raised him. Sometimes less is so much more, and your responses are a perfect example of that. I also love your headcanon with the older woman who took him in. I (Ellie) agree wholeheartedly with Tasha. Your writing is amazing and you really brought him to life for us, in my opinion.

We also would like to formally accept your request for a name alteration to Lee Dae-Young. We also love the story behind it.

You have 48 hours to send in your blog. If you haven’t already joined the group discord then you may do so now (if that’s your wish) [x]. Once you have turned in your blog, you will be given a role that will allow you access to the private channels regarding plots/characters. Please remember to do everything on the checklist, and also we just want to thank you for joining this roleplay. We hope your time with us will be a fun and memorable one!

ALIAS & PRONOUNS: Snow. She/her AGE: 19 TIMEZONE, ACTIVITY LEVEL, & RP EXPERIENCE: -5 GMT. I have pretty busy schedule two out of four weeks a month, basically i will have a normal activity one week and the next I will barely be there. I’ve been roleplaying about four years, however I have just started roleplaying in English recently, as my native language is Spanish. I hope you don’t mind. TRIGGERS: none. REFERRAL: I saw a promo-ask from an indie rp but I’m don’t remember exactly which one. APPLICATION PASSWORD: Slim Shady BASIC IC INFORMATION SKELETON: Corvus, the Raven FACECLAIM: Koo Jun-hoe, Song Joong Ki (has younger, HQ resources available), Park Hyung Sik, Seo Kang Joon. AGE: 26 ORIENTATION: undecided. ORIGIN: Born in Korea, kidnapped and was moved to America. NOVA TYPE: Mentis ABILITY: Pushing. Illusion Manipulation, THE INTERVIEW:

Instead of a traditional biography, this roleplay has an “interview” to understand the character’s past but also who they are as a person. The goal here is for you to answer the questions from the character’s point of view (third person) as if they were being asked by The Imperium’s artificial intelligence, E.R.I.S.. Think of it as a background check meant to explore who the character is more in-depth than a bio. They do not have to vocally answer the question nor do they have to tell the truth. However, you must give some understanding of what the truth is through their internal monologue/thoughts.

TW: Inferred Abuse, suicide/murder mention.

So, tell me a little bit about growing up. What was your childhood like? Was that thing serious? Was this some kind of twisted joke? Whatever, Axel was just not in the mood to venture down that path ⏤not now, not ever⏤ so he did what he does best: lie his way out. “Oh, nothing out of the ordinary. I was a very sheltered kid, didn’t get to play outside much, always locked inside, being taught by them. My parents,” he clarified to the hologram, flicking his wrist “you see, they were strict and wanted me to be the perfect son.” Oh, they wanted him to be something, alright, Axel was just never sure what. “Not a very remarkable childhood, it was always predictable, unsurprising. I like my life better, now, no nostalgia.” What about your relationship with your family? “Oh, my parents? I don’t talk to them anymore. No love lost between us, like I said, they were very strict and sometimes… Sometimes they just stepped over the line” his voice grew dark, his gaze lost somewhere over E.R.I.S’ shoulder for just a few seconds. He was seven again and he could smell cigarettes and weed, his knees hurt where he had scrapped them earlier after he was pushed down… And then he was back, with a smile firm into place and a relaxed posture, no trace of the storm in his eyes “But they made me who I am and I don’t really miss them, although the must miss me terribly. Maybe someday I will pay them a visit.” Are you the only Nova in your family? Or were your parents Novas too? What about any siblings? Axel blinked. Once, twice. His face went blank, his mouth parted slightly as the nothingness ate away at his insides. “Those are really good questions, I’ll give you that.” His voice was dead, his heartbeat steady as he tried and failed to grasp even a single memory from before. “Really, don’t know, I was adopted and it was a closed adoption… So I can’t really answer that.” The blank expression was painted over by joy, small wrinkles formed in the corners of his eyes as he smiled, a twisted mark of the cracks he sported on his soul. It didn’t stop him from keeping his voice light and playful to answer “Raincheck?” What’s your ability like? Is it easy to control or harder? Do you even like it? What even were these questions? Why did this stupid machine need them? Axel was starting to get tired of it, but he couldn’t just trick it into letting go. He couldn’t convince it he had answered everything and walk away. The smile on his face didn’t waver as he shrugged. “It’s not very useful in a fight, if you know what I mean. I hardly use it, as the occasion never arises but I like it. I’m really bad with it, I never use it so I haven’t had the chance to master it” Lies, lies and more lies were spilling out of his lips, his heartbeat steady as he kept eye contact with the hologram. Who knew who could be watching? The charade had to keep going. “It’s hard to use, it rarely ever works and I have to focus a lot to push something into someone’s mind. Could you imagine if i jokingly said ‘jump off a cliff’ and my ability suddenly decided to work and they did it? Gosh, I guess I have to be very careful with it.” How would you describe your personality? “Charming, charismatic, easy-going” Ah, now he didn’t have to lie… Only a little bit. He was all those things 24/7 around here, that’s what he wanted them to believe. If he was just the jokester, the nice guy that everyone liked but no one really paid much thought to… He had the power. “I like to mess around, make people happy, hear them laugh. I’m a people-person.” What do you think your greatest strengths and weaknesses are? “My greatest weakness is my greatest strength: I’m devastatingly handsome.” A laugh was artfully added at the end of the sentence when Axel shrugged, his fingernails scratching an itch behind his ear as he looked up at the hologram. “It’s hard for me to takes things seriously, sometimes. I guess that’s both.” That was the truth, the truth disguised as a joke, as a comment with no weight behind it. Of course it was to take things seriously; feelings and people, with their dumb, delicate minds always there, tempting him to break them, were not really people to him. In his eyes, they were mere toys to play with and discard when they broke. Where and what were you doing the day the Nova Protection Act was enacted? “I was somewhere in Vegas, having fun. It really put a grey cloud over my head, having to go on the run…” Or it would have, if he actually had had to do it. a whispered ‘tell your superiors all’s clear’ here and a ‘you didn’t find any Novas on this floor’ there were more than enough to keep Axel out of the radar for as long as it did. Normal people would gladly offer their homes after a smile and a soft ‘offer me to stay at your place’ and a offhand ‘don’t tell anyone I’m staying here’ and in special occasions ‘I’m your best friend from high school, silly.’ Did you immediately run? Or did you try to obey the law and report to the Anti-Nova Force? “I’m a nice kid but… I heard the stories. I ran and I didn’t look back” Or more like walked peacefully without looking over his shoulder. How have you survived this last year and a half or so? Did you have any help or were you all alone? How did you find Yalena’s Sanctuary? “There are good people out there. Some gave me shelter and food, broke the law to protect them… I’m grateful to them” Axel smiled, grateful for them but not to them; had he not stumbled into them, well, he would’ve been caught faster. After all, those people hadn’t offered out of their kindness of their hearts, except that one old woman. A soft, almost imperceptible smile grazed his lips as he remembered the old halmeonin that had caught him mid Push and smacked him in the back of the head; she had done it out of the goodness of her heart, offered him the attic of her two-story house in the suburbs of Chicago and in the few months he was with her, the woman had taught him a little of the culture he had been ripped away from, she had treated him like the grandson she had lost… Until the Wardens had taken her way from him. “I got caught, though. [The Dove] saved my ass and brought me with her to Yalena’s sanctuary” his voice grew serious, his eyes void of that fake mirth he like to sport “I owe her my life.” What were you doing when the raid happened? How did you respond to the flood of Wardens? How quickly did you go through Yalena’s portal? “I was enjoying a bit of sunshine when they came in. No, I’m lying, I don’t know, I was probably just joking around with on of the others when they came in, shooting first and asking questions later. I’m gonna be honest, I ran the other way…” Axel closed his mouth, intertwining his hands until his knuckles turned white, breathing hard. He wished this was all an act, but the truth was the wardens storming into the sanctuary had brought memories that he had buried deep down: the screaming and the chaos, the thought of ‘get away, get away’ being the only thing in his mind, feeling his legs give out under him and just cowering in a corner like a scared little boy. That day, with the sound of boots and the smell of blood in the air, Axel was eight years old again and hiding from the monsters. “I ran until I found [The Dove] and I only went through that portal after she did.” What has living in The Imperium been like for you? Do you feel safer than before? Is it better or worse than on the run, or Yalena’s Sanctuary? Axel tried his best not to let it show, but really, he failed. He clenched his teeth, his hands had they not been intertwined would be formed into fists and his face was without a mask: he looked pissed and nothing like the happy-go-lucky boy he acted as. “I hate being caged. I hate it and just… Being on the run was better, at least I was free, in danger but free. Yalena’s wasn’t as good as being on the run but at least it was above ground, ya’ feel? Just… If I could stay on the surface’s run down building, I would.” Wouldn’t be much different to my entire childhood, he added to himself, looking at the floor and trying to get his breathing under control. The last question. If war broke out between Novas and the humans, which side will you be on? No one’s, is the honest answer. If anything, he would let them destroy each other and walk over the ashes of the losing side, hands in his pockets and whistling the same melody the monster used to hum when they made his life hell. “Whichever side [The Dove] chooses, but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, yeah?” CONNECTIONS:

I love the idea of Corvus helping Columba begrudgingly. Life debts are my favorite plots because are they being loyal to that person? Are they being loyal to themselves? What exactly will it take for him to betray or turn his back on her? I want to explore that, see where it leads.

I want him to interact with Centaurus. If Centaurus personality is to give and Corvus’ is to take by force… I can’t wait for him to meet someone so willing to give themselves away without a thought.

HEADCANONS:

He can cook. He can cook and he can clean and he can do house chores better than any maid. Why? Because not doing it right in his childhood meant a trip to ‘The Dark Room.’ And Axel would do anything not to end there.

Lee Hong-Im was the name of the grandma that caught him using his ability. She gave him something he never had before: a home. She would treat him like a child and he didn’t care because for the first time, someone was caring for him. She gave him a Korean name, from a drama she loved: Daeyoung, because he ‘liked to act as if he didn’t have feeling when he felt too much’. And for a while, he was Lee Dae-Young, Lee Hong-Im’s grandson, and he was less of a monster. The Wardens, however, got a tip of his location and came down on the house; Lee Hong-Im tried to stall them to give Daeyoung time to run, only to be shot and killed. That’s how he got captured.

He introduced himself as Lee Dae-Young to the other Novas. That’s the name he goes by now and it helps him to get into character. Lee Daeyoung is a happy-go-lucky, easily distracted guy, he’s social and sympathetic, although a little useless in the ability department. Lee DaeYoung

CHANGES:

The name. If accepted, Axel would still be called Axel outside the Imperium but to the Novas he would be Daeyoung and his real name would be a secret.

DETAILED IC INFORMATION (OPTIONAL STUFF; THIS IS ALL MERELY SUGGESTIONS, NONE OF IT IS REQUIRED)

Headcanon: After he was rescued, Axel was put in foster care, but soon got tired of it all and walked away. He lived in penthouses without paying rent, boarded planes without a ticket, walked out of stores wearing new clothes and simply lived the best life without worrying about anything. How? By abusing his power. Really, not even the cops could hold him down for more than a few minutes. It Amused Me: Axel does things to amuse himself, because he can, because it’s fun and satisfying. Usually, they aren’t nice things, to put it mildly. Raised by Orcs: Well, he was raised by monsters and turned into something completely different than what he should’ve been. The Sociopath & Conditioned to Accept Horror: I feel this applies only partly, but it was his upbringing and his surroundings what killed him inside, and now, ‘horrifying’ isn’t exactly a word in his vocabulary. Dark and Troubled Past: is being abducted and abused all his childhood considered D&TP? I think so. The Charmer: he did, after all, manage to join the Novas under the pretense of being a nice, charming guy, right? Faux Affably Evil: this is the one I think fits him completely. He is, overall, a charming guy that lacks a conscience and a little empathy. Soft-spoken Sadist: when he’s not being all up-beat and energetic to keep the facade, I picture Axel with this soft, deep voice that sends chills down his victim’s spines. He has learn to be like that to make his ability usage less obvious, almost always managing to get away with it. I want to see if he’s still “human” deep down, I wanna know if someone has what it takes to earn his real loyalty. https://co.pinterest.com/stcrmynight/ch-corvus/ ANYTHING ELSE? I’m really happy about this Roleplay, I love that it is so inclusive and everyone seems very nice. Thank you for making it!

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