#and now let the torture commence

[gildedmuse]

Law and I know VERY different Corazons.....

#and now let the torture commence #just like Corazon used to make it #babe you GOTTA get a healthier view of yourself and Corazon #one piece #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #donquixote corazon #donquixote rosinante #this is mot a good look hon #I mean yeah it is its this whole sexy bad boy look and I love it #mentally though #not a good look

[cassieoz]

Lamps

Zara breathed heavily as the pain grew more intense throughout her entire core. Her feverish body struggled against the powerful waves of her labor. Her huge frame rose and fell as each contraction squeezed its huge occupant downwards. The painful intensity left Zara breathless and sweating profusely.

"Feel the pressure grow! Your womanly needs to deliver the child is growing close. You will soon be able to use all your birthing energy! Breath and hold!"

The Birthing Goddess had returned to Zara's bedside to assist with her second, larger baby. Lamps burnt throughout the birthing chamber to indicate that the labor had commenced. Sounds of heavy panting and deep moaning gradually increased as the mother to be prepared for birth.

Zara clutched the sheets as the Birthing Goddess rubbed her contracting middle as waves of agony throbbed through her. Zara looked up at the canopy of the massive bed. She closed her eyes tightly as she remembered how this baby was conceived.

The raw, untamed passionate that exploded between herself and the Breeding God had been earth shattering. It was the most intense experience of her life. Zara was committed to continue to carry his children. She secretly loved how he showed with unrelenting passion as he had pounded her for hours. Zara had been so willing to be his carrier. Her responses were insanely wild with lust and unbridled intensity.

A sudden, stronger pain remained Zara of her present state and she moaned loud and long, panting frantically and shaking wildly against the dampen sheets. She could feel her time was approaching fast. Zara adjusted herself and looked wild eyed down at the Goddess. She nodded as she continued to massage Zara's laboring body.

"Yes! The time is close. The birthing waves will soon be crashing into you powerfully and relentlessly. You must be prepared to fulfil your role."

Within the next hour, active pushing completely commenced the birther with savage voracity.

Zara moaned deeper as the next approaching peak rose with horrific strength. She breathed harder and louder. She fought against her urge to let go, vibrating wildly against the support of the mattress. Her breathing quicken, moaning louder and longer until the wave crashed with earth quaking force. She cried out! Zara bore down with all her tension exploding through long, straining PUSHING! She growled loudly as she strained harder....this baby was much bigger. It was taking all her focus and stamina to force the child through her birth canal.

"You are doing beautifully. The Breeding God will be so proud of your strength and bravery."

Zara ached her back upwards as more of the painful contraction forced louder moaning and straining. The tension in her face and shaking body reflected the tremendous pressure and excruciating agony of birthing an enormous baby.

"Push it out! Force it through your womanly gateway. Make it come! Let it go and birth the child."

Another harrowing hour brought more painful pushing and howling out in agonising torture. Zara was fighting to crown the humongous head, free from its imprisonment. She gasped for air, panting frantically and straining down until her vision blurred and her body throbbed with suffering and exhaustion.

The flicking movement of light from the lamps suddenly encased a large frame. She weakly felt her body lifted and supported. The crowning bolder suddenly dropped hard against her swollen, throbbing lips. She howled wildly with the new pounding sensation between her thighs.

"Woman, stop fighting the pain. The head is large but must come now! Hold and bear down on it! NOW! PUSH IT FREE!"

Zara lend forward! Loud howling cries echoed around the birther as her child stretched and fully birthed through her red hot folds. Another roaring scream came swiftly, followed by an brutal eruption of fluid and complete release.

The Birthing Godness looked up at Zara, smiling.

"Another strong child! You have amazing strength!"

The Breeding God leant Zara back in his arms and cupped her face in his strong hands. As the child wailed in health, he passionately kissed her, completely consuming her, leaving her breathlessly.

As the kiss slowly ended, he looked into her eyes.

"Thank you woman! More will come! I want more babies! I want more babies with YOU!"

Zara blushed against his heat. Her body vibrated from the birth release as well as the stinging sensations of arousal. She couldn't wait! She was growing more and more in love......

( Sequel to Birthing Temple - Enjoy and comment. Please let me know what you think in the comments. )

#giving birth #labor and delivery #hard birthing

[lurkingshan]

We Need to Talk about Love in Translation

I caught up on Love in Translation this week at @bengiyo’s behest, as he’s been talking about how good it is. It’s a Thai bl on iQIYI, and in this current deluge of shows, it’s flying mostly under the radar. But this week’s episode convinced me this is a show we should be prioritizing even with so much to keep up with, and I wanted to talk a little bit about why. 

Ben already covered some of the basics about the show, and I agree with all of that, but what is really blowing me away is the confidence of the writing and the control the writers have on the pacing of this story. Because this show? Moves, and it moves fast. The relationships are evolving rapidly, and our leads are moving closer every week, and yet nothing ever feels rushed or unearned. They start out adversaries, but it’s all based on a misunderstanding, and once that gets cleared up and they get to know each other, they come to like each other rather quickly. The narrative gives us good reasons for their rapidly shifting perspectives, and crucially, this is a story that is fundamentally about kind people with emotional intelligence, so their openness to changing their minds about each other tracks.

So in episode four, we begin with a classic drama set up: Phumjai, our inexperienced but enthusiastic protagonist, is finally going on a date with his crush, Tammy, and he asks his new friend and business partner, Yang, to go on a practice date with him. Yang is, of course, already half in love with Phumjai and this set up is torture for him. And so the “fake” date commences, and of course the two of them have a fantastic time, forgetting Tammy exists for long stretches before Phumjai inevitably brings her up again and Yang’s face falls. Before the date ends, they end up lounging alone under a tree, Phumjai asks Yang about what kind of lover he would want, and Yang takes the opportunity to make his feelings clear. 

Their almost kiss is interrupted, but here’s the important part: Phumjai is extremely aware of what almost just happened, and what it means. He knows Yang was about to kiss him, and he was going to let him. And he knows the implications of that, unlike the typical trope where a character like him would remain confused about Yang’s intentions or his own feelings. Phumjai is inexperienced, but he’s not ignorant. Still, he has committed to a date with Tammy, and so he goes. And the whole time he’s with her, he can feel that it’s not right. He’s not feeling the same things with her that he was with Yang, and his mind wanders back to Yang continuously throughout his time with Tammy. He is not doing the typical drama thing of sublimating or ignoring his feelings. He notices what is going on with his heart and what it means. 

And here is where the show wows me again: Phumjai does something about it immediately. He ends his date with Tammy without kissing her despite a clear invitation to do so and runs straight to Yang to talk to him about what he’s feeling. He tells him with total honesty that he’s been thinking about him all day, and that he didn’t feel the way he thought he would with Tammy, and that he wants to understand what is going on between them. Yang listens to him patiently as he works it out, and once he’s given an opening, he doesn’t hesitate to lean in and finish the kiss he started earlier in the episode.

Let me just emphasize again: all of this happened in one episode. This show deftly covered the emotional groundwork and character development that most dramas would take several weeks if not half a season to unpack, and it all felt organic and authentic to who these characters are. I sat up and stared at my screen in awe several times throughout this episode because I was so delighted by what was happening and how confident the underlying writing was. We are now halfway through the show, and we have ample time to work through the fallout of Phumjai’s realizations and see him and Yang actually figure out being in a relationship together (my favorite thing in any romance drama). This is a new screenwriting team (it’s literally their first credit) and they certainly have my attention. I can’t wait to see what they have in store for the second half of this story.

#love in translation #thai bl #shan shouts into the void

[mellowwillowy]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Yan! Crown Prince x (GN?) Childhood Friend! Reader x Yan! Priest

Warnings: General Yandere Warnings, non/dub-con, major character death (Former Empress). Reader is intersex (AMAB), please do not be discouraged by Reader's lines. NSFW (can be skipped) WC: 3.7k, explanations/summary in afternotes

𝑯𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕? 𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒆?

--- Part I, II, III

"His Majesty took great care of the wedding dress! Thousands of gemstones are weaved on the veil and dress, Oh how romantic!"

"His Majesty really adores you Lady Rigelhoff! Oh, should I be calling you Lady Blankenheim now?"

"I'm sure His Majesty will never stop loving you!"

These were the words spoken by the same nobles that praised Noel for being so in love with you, could you even understand the real meaning of what they were trying to say anymore?

I'll be walking down the aisle on myself, and soon I will see Erickson standing by the altar.

The bridesmaid followed you behind, holding your long dress and veil. The High Priest and Erickson watched you approach them before the two of you stood right in front of the High Priest.

"The ceremony shall now commence."

How would it feel if he were Noel instead? Would you feel all giddy in your guts? Or would you feel nervous instead? You could only guess as you knew God would never allow you two to commence a wedding.

The two of you exchanged the rings and were left with the final step,

"The groom may kiss the bride now."

You despised yourself but you could never bring yourself to hate the man in front of you for some reason. Why? Was it because he shared this resemblance with his own brother? He locked his lip with yours, and although no one could see it, you felt his tongue feeling your lip before pulling away.

"I can't wait to taste more of you tonight, little pie." He whispered into your ears before backing away completely. The two of you showed your ring hand. The former Empress was amazed by how you were still able to remain professional, a smile plastered on your face.

'I should have just died that day'

Your eyes stared into the distance, a vision of your childhood figure. Erickson's hand snaked into your waist, jolting you out of your daydream.

"We will be parading around the city, remember?"

"...Yes"

--

The citizens were enlightened by the new face of their Empress, they could see prosperity overflowing during Erickson's reign. Everyone was smiling and laughing, but you could see those unlucky souls frowning by the alleyways. You'll have to do something about slavery soon.

"Hey," Erickson's hand traveled to your thigh, "Don't you find our marriage convenient?"

"Pardon?"

"You get to marry the Emperor the moment your fiance locked himself away in seclusion, in that damn Church. It felt like walking out of a mansion to a palace no? You get to rule this whole nation with me, either in a benevolent way.." His fingers went to lift your face by your chin, "or in a tyrannical way. I don't mind any of those two, I'll listen to all your whims, little pie."

You swatted him away, readjusting your position back on the carriage.

"An Empress is a Nation's Mother, what kind of Mother would torture their own children? And mind you, I am older than you so don't you think you should stop calling me that?"

Erickson was baffled by your words before bursting into laughter.

"Sure, I can agree to the second but the first? I'm sure you know better than me."

You winced at his remarks. Your memories of what she did to you, you wished you could forget about it completely. If you could choose who was your mother, you would easily choose some random loving mother commoner or the former Empress herself.

"...Let's just get this over with."

--

"What? Why should I wed him? Erickson should choose another noble instead of me, his own sister-in-law!"

"Sister-in-law? I thought you had lost that honorific? You are just a noblewoman now... Lady Rigelhoff right?"

He didn't want to mention your other identity. He'd rather surprise you with that knowledge for another day as he relished seeing those fear-stricken faces of yours.

"Nonetheless, everyone in the palace has also agreed to it. My dear, please, won't you bear the throne of being an Empress and stand next to my son? Mother begs you... please..."

How could you refuse her? She was the one who had been taking care of you, how could you bear seeing her pleading for you? You couldn't.

--

The first night was unpleasant. Instead of bathing with him, you chose to bathe on yourself, soaking your body with the warm water. The petals were floating all over you, the flower scent identical to how you usually smell like as a lady. Upon figuring out how long you had postponed the inevitable, you walk out of the tub.

You observed yourself in the mirror. This body that was incapable of loving would be loved tonight by your husband. This body that was incapable of acceptance, this body that was the embodiment of sin. You slammed your fist on the mirror, hating how it showed you the truth of your circumstances.

'Are they a girl or a boy?'

Were you a man or a woman? If so, why did she force you to wear those baby dresses? Why did the former Empress treat you as though you were a woman?

B̴̠̦̩̘̟͔̙̪͐̓̓̾͌̽͜͝͠E̸̮̓̎̎̽̉̌̊͂̚C̷͓̓̂́̈́͐͘͝A̸̲̦̾Ų̵̛̦̦̳̞̠̙̰̪͆͛̀̀̓̊̚͝S̷̪͓̭̞͈̙͙̺̬̊͗̅͆̈̑̂͐Ę̶̹̄͊̓̇̐͂̔͝ ̶̝̼͔͇̒̿͋̈́͠͠Ê̸̼̣̥̬͐̄̀̋̄͆͂V̵̺͈̗͙̪̖̼͉̱̫̋̏͊̽̉͋̌́͊̕E̶͉͍̟̯̤̲̰̙͚̋̀̋̄̽̾̂̃̽̚͜Ñ̷͎̭̋͂̈́́͘̚͜ ̸̢̡̬̠̬̜̫̌͜Į̷̡̟̃̈́͋́F̸͕̾̏̅͌̕̕͝͠ ̷̟̣̟̋̋̍̋̄Ÿ̷̢̢̩̭͍͓̙̹͈͎́̆̈́̀͗͝Ợ̷̻͚̞̻́́͊̔Ų̵̹͊̍̿̃ ̶̧̘̫̩̦̘̼̿̌̓͜Ģ̶͎̝͑͝O̸̦͛T̶͖͍̞͓̩̩͇̣̾̀ ̸̝̭̮̦͕͕͆̿̋̾́̈́̚T̶̮̣̞͐̅͘O̴̖̼͎͈͈̦̺̔̓̄͋̂̈́̈́ͅ ̷̼̙͈̩͕͍͇̣̬̣̆̔̐̄̈́̄̓͐͑̿B̵̞̯͕͙̤̳̪̭̠̣͐E̴̜̱̮̗̤̐̄̂L̸̙̳̻̬͇̤̅̈́I̷̢͙̪̲̺͖͈̎͋E̵͉͎̖̝͚̟̺̣̭̋̏̾̾͘V̸͉̮͎͙̘͕̄ͅÊ̵̢͇̝͓̬͎̲̝̪̜͐͆̊̌̈́̐͌ ̸̦͚̩̙͍͈͚͋͑̔̏̊͜͝͝Y̴̻͔̬͔̠̠̹̅̉͂̓̿̔̈̓͝͝O̶̡͗̆̈́̕U̷̠̗͓͓̰͗͂̈́͊̉̿̀̀̚͘ ̶̼͖͓̤̭͎̺͖͙͓̏͗͠͠W̷̛̤͕̲͎̬͆̓̉͊͘E̷̛͍̠̭͎̦̰̱͈̖̠͂͘R̴̺̯̎̇̿͝E̵̢̨̠͈̘̻̜̰͐͛́̋͘ ̴̧̢͚̯͇͚̟̌͜Ả̵̫͖̪̱̘̑̃̈́͂̾̕͜ ̴̡̢̠͍̗͖̪͇͔͑̈́̎͗M̷̨̺̀͑̋͠A̶̡̛̬̝̬̞̬̪̲̮̫̾̍̆̀̓̈͝L̷̘̫̰̱̘͊̌̒̋͘E̵̗̤̬̦̟̓͠,̸̧̹̘͌ͅ ̵͖̬͔̭̟̜͇̈̔͊̓̂̅̑Y̶̢̨̛̠͙̳̪̗̱̋̒͋͠Ǭ̸͗̚̚Ủ̵̙͈̟̲͐̐̋͊̔ͅ ̴͇͇̯̻̀̋Ẅ̵̡̬͙̺̜͓̳̩͖́͊̓̎̋̍͛Ę̸̪̩̹̏̋͌̇̆̊̃͝R̶͔̦͔̖͚̯͈̩͙̃͌̑̔͐̒̑̚E̵͎̽ ̷̡͔̑̀̈́̆S̶̙̖̻͍̮̩̭̗͖̏̀͝T̶͔͒͘Ị̴̧̛̖̘̖̠͓͕͖͂͆͋̂̄͐̽L̵̡̧̤͙̜̲̯̭̯̊̏̅̈̄͘͝͝L̷͕̩̀̈͑͂̈͂̑͑̊ ̵̺̙͗̅̿̑̇̏͗̌̂͜Ḯ̷̧̩̞̑̾̉͛́̈́͗̍̋Ň̸̢̛̩̱̗̑͑̀͂̃͊̉C̴̗̗͑͑̍̐̀̅Â̷̖͐͠P̶͕̦̝̊̍̑͊͝A̵̰͙̹̺̜̦͆̔̈́̽͒̀͆͘̚̕B̵͙̻͓͓́̀̓Ļ̵̧͔͈͂̉̆̈́̇̔É̷̡͓̭̳͠ ̸͎͖͔̝̝̻̩́̊̇̾̉̌̆̌͜͝ͅŐ̷̧̢̥̪̻͎̥͉̫͜F̵̗̠̰͝ ̸̨̡̮̈́̉̃̓̊́͘̕L̶̞̦̤̭͈̖̆͂̄͗̀̎O̴̢̫͎̬̅͊̈͊̿͂͆V̵̛͍̪̭͙͙̞̍̽͠Ȉ̴̡̨̹͚̝̓̉̄̌͘͝N̸̛͉̙̤͙͌͌͠G̵͔͍͛͗͂͝.̸̛͕͑͊͌̈́̈̐͠

You hated everything, you truly hated everything.

"Heeeey~ why are you taking so long? Do you need my help?"

You immediately snapped out of your thoughts.

Ah, another shattered mirror. And, an ugly face that was filled with nothing but enigmatic hollowness, a tear dripping down on your cheek. You hurried yourself and cleaned the mess up, including your own face.

You walked out of the bathroom to see Erickson leaning by the bed with his loose bathrobes and a glass of wine in his hand. He truly fancied wine you thought to yourself. You sat yourself on the bed, still like the doll you were. You were, after all, an empress of convenience to him.

"Now now, where's the festivities before we consummate? Let's keep things interesting yeah? For the sake of ourselves."

For the sake of himself.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.

He brought his face closer to yours, closing any distance shared between the two of you. His lip nipped your lower lip, humming playfully as his hands went to undress you.

"You look gorgeous."

"... The same can be said of you."

"Oh yeah? Are you picturing Noel in me right now?"

It would be a lie if you said you didn't Alas you only looked away from him, dismissing his words as though it was nothing but the whisper of a wind.

The brothers shared a resemblance to each other, their faces identical to each other. The only thing that differentiated them was that Noel was larger in frame than Erickson. Noel was the healthier twin after all.

"I want not a single thought about anybody else but me in that pretty head of yours." He warned you by biting your shoulder, giving your body a sign of ownership for the first time. You winced at the pain, you could feel how he drew blood out of his bite. Instead of pulling away, he licked the blood clean.

"I am Erickson Blankenheim and not Noel Blankenheim, understand?"

"... Understood..."

"Now... how should I start it..." Erickson's finger went to trace the line of your breast before giving your nipple a pinch, "Should I start it from here?" His other hand traveled down to your lower region, cupping your sex with his palm, "Or this? What a true enigma you are, my love."

You did not expect to receive any stimuli but his movements ordered otherwise. The way his fingers worked his way around your whole body made your stomach tickled, it felt good and wrong and you wanted more. Your body wiggled under his touch, squirming in discomfort yet you wished for more.

"Ah, eager aren't you? But one must be patient to be able to achieve what they want."

Just like how many years he had spent to strip what his brother possessed, his honor as a knight and his own fiancee. The idea of sending him away was completely his. Just by making him lose his footing figuratively and literally, it was not hard for him to seclude him away.

"Now now, what should I do hm..." Erickson wrapped your nipple with his mouth, sucking it while his other hand twisted and pinched your unoccupied nipple. "I doubt your nipples couldn't receive any stimuli, am I wrong?"

You tried your best to not let your whimper slip, biting your lip while your hand gripped the bedsheet tightly, your other hand digging itself into his shoulder.

"So good for me yeah? You should be more vocal."

He kissed you again, this time he forced his way into your mouth, tongue exploring the insides of your mouth while teeth clashed against each other.

"Enough of playing with only these two, I figure there's something better down there yeah?"

You covered your face with your hands as he pulled down your underwear. Erickson gave it a kitten lick before eating you out. You squirmed under him, the contact between his mouth to you was, new, something foreign yet exciting enough. He didn't stop until a whimper finally slipped out of your lip. It was music to his ear and he was determined to make you sing for him.

"More..." He pushed his finger in while his mouth worked relentlessly, "I want more..." He wouldn't stop until you finally did so, "I need more."

The growing erection was evident, showing just how needy he was of your warmth and voice. There was no going back, tonight, he would breed you fully despite his knowledge of you being unable to carry any child. But who was he to refuse the idea of breeding you?

"Let's stop wasting our time yeah? Time to have funsies, love."

His fingers scissored you open while hitting the spot that made you see stars, your mouth gaped open while your legs trembled in pleasure. It went on for a moment until he decided you were ready to take his length.

"Looks like we have to ask the servants to change the bedsheet for us tomorrow~"

--

Everything went on peacefully. The nation was brimming with prosperity with the Emperor reigning in benevolence with the Empress next to him. The only downside was that there were no chances you two were capable of producing the next heir. Noel Blankenheim was no longer qualified to continue the lineage after he secluded himself away in the Church.

Erickson was down to two decisions and one obligation, to take in a concubine and let them continue the lineage or to pass it down to a son he would foster.

Erickson stared into the sky, the first decision was the most logical and convenient, and yet he couldn't bring himself to do so. Had he fallen for you he wondered. This marriage was supposed to be one of his achievements and yet he felt as though it held deeper meaning to him now.

You never mentioned anything about Noel but he was none the ignorant one to not know how you sometimes weep over him. He was not content with it but he decided to turn a blind eye to that.

"... No, the lineage ends with me and Noel."

He was certain of it, there was no miracle for the next heir to exist.

--

There had been reports of how many citizens had been involving themselves with the Church. While it did nothing negative and impactful, the Imperial Palace was wary of its capability of revolting against them.

"Mother, should we do anything against them?"

"Yeeeeahhhh, it'd be troublesome if some butterfly effect happens Mom."

Despite your competency in leading this nation, you did not stop consulting with the Former Empress for advice, You truly loved this nation but the same couldn't be said for Erickson. It was nothing but a playground to him after all.

"... Let's stay still, for now, I will go down and investigate this myself." Her face contorted into one that couldn't be put into words. Worry, fear. horror, and endearing.

"... alriiiiiight.... Mom."

--

You sat down in your chamber, one that was separated from Erickson's. It's been a week since the former Empress went absent. Did something happen in the investigation? While it wasn't rare that she could be absent to visit the Twin Towers, you were expecting at least a report from her.

You walked to her office and tried to take some of her workload until you found a letter on top of her diary.

"'One of your sons shall be of a priest,' she said, 'and that man would be the downfall of this nation.'"

You raised one of your eyebrows, one of them would be a priest? Were they talking about Noel? If so, this prophet's prophecy was true. You wished you were the one who was told about that instead of the former Empress. You shook your head and placed it back on top of her diary.

--

You cried over the casket, Erickson standing next to you, comforting you. Even if the two of you were not fond of each other as a wife and husband, you two were the children that were taken care of by the former empress. The Late Empress committed suicide and her body was found in the Twin Towers.

"hukh- Mother... why did you do that?! How should I rule if you are not here with me?! Uwaaaaaaaaahhhhhh"

Erickson was strong, or perhaps, unable to feel anything. While she was indeed his mother, Erickson had always seen her as a mentor instead of a mother. Nonetheless, that did not stop him from shedding a stray tear, bowing down to her as a final form of respect.

"Rest in peace, Mother. Rest assured I won't punish the perpetrator."

You threw your head at him, the perpetrator would be freed of punishment? While the others couldn't hear it, your ears couldn't have mistook it. You grabbed him by his collar, teeth gritting in anger, "Have you lost your mind?"

"It is exactly that I haven't lost my mind that I decided to let them live freely, trust me, Mother would rather let them live than die in vain."

"Are you nuts? Oh of course you have always been! Always forcing your way on everyone, always forcing everyone with your ideology, of course you have lost your mind even when you were still little!"

"I'd rather not put a show here, let's talk about it somewhere else-"

"I'm sick of you. I want to be alone so stay away from my sight."

--

The whole nation was in mourning, you were mourning day and night alone in your chamber. Or so you thought until you saw a hooded figure by your balcony.

"Who's there?! Guards-!"

The hooded figure was fast enough to appear right in front of you with his hand silencing you. A pair of familiar eyes bore into yours, a face that looked like the face you had seen daily,

"Ssshhh..."

And the husky voice you were very familiar with.

Noel, he had returned.

Upon seeing you realizing it was him, he let go of you and placed his hands on your shoulder, calming you down.

"No.... el? Noel? Noel Blankenheim?"

Noel nodded, taking the hood off his head. That familiar tuft of hair came into view, it seemed like he tried to look like what you would remember of him.

"Why.... why now?" You backed away only to stay put because of his hold. "After what you had done to me, why? Why do you even bother to return!!" You tried to push yourself away from him but he was still the stalwart figure of a knight you remembered.

"Please... give me a chance to repent and confess what happened. Dear, please..." Noel let go of you, his finger went to wipe the tear from your eye, "Erickson, he-"

"GUARDS!! THERE'S AN INTRUDER IN MY ROOM!! GUARDSSSSSS!!!!" You ran away from him, your hands tried to open the door that just wouldn't open no matter what. It wouldn't open.

"HELP!! SOMEONE, ANYBODY, HELP ME!!" You slammed the door repeatedly but there was no sign of people approaching your chamber. Maybe you should have slept with Erickson tonight?

Looking back at the man standing behind you, you saw how pained his face was.

"Why...? Why won't you give me a chance to confess?"

"Then why didn't you give me the chance to question you that day?!"

You did not stop your attempts of trying to open the door, your hand swinging the door handle.

"Why did you leave me so suddenly that day? Can you even imagine how devastated I was?! You were way worse than Erickson! Disappear! I hate you!"

The door finally opened and you almost fell backward. Noel caught you on time before disappearing. You bolted your way to Erickson's chamber only to find him sitting on the bed with a glass of wine, his eyes looked at you as though he had expected you to come.

"So? Looks like you are in the mood tonight."

"... Shut up..." You walked toward him. Upon making your above him, you gave him a deep kiss.

"Mmh... ... <Good>." Even until the end, Erickson would always have the upper hand on how to monopolize things going in his favor.

--

You found the late Empress' confessions. What was written in it was regarding how she felt guilty about being grateful for things she shouldn't, especially one circulating about your circumstances.

There, it wrote about how she discovered your mother's final attempted murder of you and how she hesitated to save you.

... 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝑒𝒹... 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹... 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹... 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑒...

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝐸𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃, 𝐸𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓈𝑜𝓃, 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒!

𝒢𝑜𝒹, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒.

𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎.

The continuation was ripped by someone. But one thing for sure was that she saved you, that was all that mattered.

𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇...

𝐼 𝓎𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹. 𝐻𝒶𝒹 𝐼 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈.

"... Mom... hukh... Mom...."

"Mother was a woman of heart Alas God would never blame her for any sins."

You looked back to the man standing behind you, blood splattered all over him. Come to think of it, why did the late Empress commit suicide?

She was in the Twin Towers, and these confessions were found in the Twin Towers. Who was able to visit the Twin Towers? Only the guards and servants that were stationed there were capable of reaching her, and yet Noel had the ability to enter your chamber meant he was able to meet the late Empress.

... ... ... There is blood splattered all over the first page of the confession... ... I won't be able to read it even if I wanted to. Did she commit suicide after writing these down? If so, her reason to commit suicide was most likely to be GUILT. What if the GUILT has something to do with Noel's circumstances?

The Church, Noel, the late Empress, and Erickson.

'Rest in peace, Mother. Rest assured I won't punish the perpetrator.'

'Recently, many of the citizens have been involving themselves with the church.'

'... Let's stay still, for now, I will go down and investigate this myself."'

'I'm sorry for I have been chosen by God to be his son.'

What if Noel was the one who drove her to her demise?

"That day, did you meet her?"

"... Yes."

Your heart sank down to oblivion.

'Why can't I ever hope for something good to happen? Why am I always bound to lose everything and everyone I hold dear?!'

This is the curse of the Blankenheim's blood, all flowing in your veins, all bound to face their respective demise.

'and that man would be the downfall of this nation.'

That man was you. You were the cause of this Nation and family's downfall.

"I've told you, I will return home safely."

Noel hugged your petrified figure,

"And now that I have returned, let us go to where we belong to."

You looked up into his eyes, everything felt so peaceful as though everything would be alright if he did not let go of you, even when the fire had surrounded you.

'I don't have the heart to kill my family but I am well capable enough to bring who I love to my grave.'

The door was kicked open by Erickson who was holding his sword.

Your senses returned immediately, the smoke filling the room made you cough violently, it seemed like you lost track of time and consciousness. What happened? You observed your surroundings and heard soldiers screaming in unison, "Your Majesty, please evacuate immediately!". Aside from their screaming were the voices of people chanting praises to God and a high Priest.

"What do you think dear? While I am in no position of being the Emperor, I have the position to herd all my followers to devote themselves to you and me."

"And I have the power to herd this Nation into my wish, I am not in lack of soldiers to end this petty game of yours, Noel."

"Either way, if I couldn't have them in this life, I could always have them in the afterlife."

"I'm afraid I would have to join in if you ever took them with you."

"Yes, that would be great, the three of us together in a world free of judgment and sins."

Erickson dropped his sword while Noel shut the door.

""Together, burnt down by the fire of revolution, in dystopian we found our utopia.""

The two of them walked you to the bed and sat you down. You couldn't understand anything anymore. You didn't wish to understand anymore, you had been shattered by everyone to the point you didn't wish to bring yourself back into one piece.

"Yes... Noel, Erick, let's play together again..."

The two of them knelt down and placed their heads on your lap, embracing the fire that was burning everything. No, you couldn't feel the heat of the fire at all. It was cool and comfortable.

No matter what happened, you couldn't bring yourself to hate Erickson.

No matter what happened, Noel couldn't bring himself to hate Erickson.

No matter what happened, Erickson couldn't bring himself to hate his Mother.

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚.

-- 𝙻𝚘𝚐 𝙴𝚗𝚍

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬:

What happened????

Firstly, did Reader, Erickson, and Noel die? Originally, yes. But for this fic? It depends on the Reader's view. Perhaps the soldiers managed to break Noel's spell and save Reader and Erickson although the chances are slim, Miracle IS Miracle.

So to summarise everything, Noel's leg was broken by Erickson (in his own way of course), and was no longer able to perform his duty as a knight. Former Empress and Erickson 'advised' him to seclude himself and follow the Church's faith, that way reader's engagement with him was naturally annulled.

About the Former Empress' death, Noel visited her and cornered her into the guilt of separating both him and you (there's another reason written in the confession letter but I'll have to put warnings). Why did he drive her to commit suicide? Because he wished to see her in the afterlife. He couldn't bring himself to do it so he manipulated her instead.

About the reader's sanity in the ending. Reader was already on the brink of insanity when they received the confession, she was incapable of being aware of the revolution that had been going on for days. Reader was also under Noel's spell, making it harder for them to discern reality and illusions. The moment Erickson arrived, the spell was automatically broken when the door was opened.

When Noel shut the door again, the room appeared to be normal for Reader plus giving them a rather comfortable deathbed.

Noel was able to use spells because he had been studying it for the years he secluded himself.

What happened to the Nation? According to the prophecy, it met its demise because of a man, the Reader.

Who were Reader's parents? They are the late Emperor's brother who descended upon the devastation of losing his spouse. (For more details, WARNING)

About Reader "Let's play again." This line fits the original ending because of the forbidden love for the two of them. This line also fits this fic because of how deranged the triangle love is. Things would have been alright if the three of them remained as children and only knew how to play together.

What happened to the Uncle? Reader assassinated him and was protected by the Former Empress. Erickson was aware of this but Noel wasn't until he secluded himself.

What happened to everyone? Well...

Erickson: We will appear again in another tale! Actually, we appeared in this accursed fic too~

Noel: ... *sweats in OOC and 4th wall*

Adora: Can I take off my wig and face mask (reader's face) now?

Fun Fact: I actually don't have a clear mapping of this fic, just randomly throwing ideas and story from one of my OC (it has the same theme as this fic)

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[beatrixstonehill2]

"Are you sure you'll be OK, darling?" Vallery's dad asked.

"Of course, I will! Like I said I'm happy to pay the bills, don't worry about it."

"But you sure you aren't getting overworked? That belly's getting big, sweetheart."

"Daddy, if you're so worried why not come in and watch! The director won't mind."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course!"

"Thank you for doing this, dear.... I know it's not exactly what you had in mind a couple years ago."

"As much as I wanted to be a vet, this is way more fun! And like I keep telling you guys, you're getting older, I understand that you want me paying the bills so you can retire! Now come on...."

"I know, I'm just nervous seeing this, the way you come home sometimes, it looks brutal...."

"Stop whining!" Vallery dragged her dad into the house, where ten burly, muscular men waited, along with a male director and his crew. Vallery kissed the director on both cheeks, introducing her dad. The director shook his hand, telling him what a natural talent Vallery was, that it's so rare to find girls down to do almost anything and she was eager to do anything no matter how extreme. He said he was really proud of Vallery, watching from behind the crew.

The director called, "Action!" and the scene commenced with four of the men dragging Vallery inside as she fought, telling them to let go, that she was pregnant. The men said nothing, only grunting or chuckling or panting as they proceeded to pull off her dress and take turns fucking her as Vallery convincingly played the unwilling victim, crying and begging for them to stop, to not hurt her or 'all the kids in her belly'. They only got more aggressive, passing her around, fucking her pussy and ass. Soon the other six men joined and Vallery struggled more, only for one guy to smack her face and tell her to be a good girl.

Soon they eased her in, continuing to pound away, fucking her body as they held her up, suspended off the floor. They smacked her belly and Vallery writhed. They spanked her and smacked her breasts repeatedly. Soon they were throat fucking her until she puked all over herself, smiling as they pulled out, saying it felt kind of nice being treated this way...... By the hour mark, Vallery's character was 100% into everything, giggling, moaning, and encouraging them with her new black eye. Frantically telling the men to keep going, to destroy her pregnant body, to beat her up, to hit her all they wanted until she was barely recognizable. And they did. The men tortured and beat up Vallery, continuing to throat fuck her, punch her belly and face, piss on her, all as Vallery moaned like a good whore, giggling playfully as her body was beaten to a pulp and fucked raw. The video ended with the crew driving out to a random fast food place, and the men tossing her brutalized body on a mountain of trash in one of the dumpers, zooming on Vallery's face as she drooled, face swollen and bloodied, barely recognizable, as her character hoped. She softly moaned, mindlessly fondling her bruised, swollen sex, saying, "I hope someone else finds me and has even more fun with me." She looked right into the camera. "I wish it was you."

"Cut!" the director said, and Vallery climbed out of the dumpster as the director joked, "Covered in trash, beaten to a pulp, bruised, and covered in piss and cum, that's a good look for you, Vallery."

"I know!" she giggled. "I bet I've never looked prettier, wouldn't you say, daddy?" she asked her dad, who was silently watching.

"Of course.... pumpkin. You've never looked more beautiful."

"Mmmm, I'm glad you agree, daddy!"

The director used his phone in selfie mode to show Vallery what she looked like. "Here, feast your eyes."

Vallery beamed like a woman getting shown a wedding ring. She looked her bruised and beaten body all over, her puffy swollen face, one eye totally blocked by it, a few teeth missing. "Holy fuck, I look so hot!" She gave her belly a good smack. "God I look incredible! Gotta post to Instagram asap!" she practically squealed.

The director placed his hand on the shoulder of Vallery's dad. "Don't worry, we'll cover her medical expenses as usual if she needs anything. A few new teeth as usual. You raised a hell of a girl, there. I bet you're proud, I know I would be."

"Yeah...." her dad said, suddenly smiling. "I've never been more proud of her. Can't wait to see her work when she's full term. Maybe I'll buy her a set of fake tits for you guys to stress test?"

"It'd be my pleasure. That girl's got a long career ahead of her...."

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[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 7 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 8

Summary : Loki is taken away from you and you fear that he'll forget you just like everyone else.

Warning: mention of psychological torture, bit of angst

So this was happening. Like really happening. You were standing in the middle of your apartment with two gods giving deathly glares to each other, if looks could kill they would both be dead right now.

"So i–" before you could finish your sentence Thor interrupted you. That was Thor, the god of thunder, the Asgardian god everyone lusted after, the man you never thought would be standing in your room someday.

"Are you tired of playing these childish games now brother?" He asked Loki and Loki could only smile in response.

"Games? I haven't even done anything"

"He's right" you mumbled as quietly as you could.

"You fled with the tesseract" Thor raised his voice and you were hoping Mrs Geller had remembered to take her pills today. Otherwise the field day she'd have with this tomorrow will be insane.

"I barely picked it up because it fell right by my feet, I was teleported here, did you want me to surrender myself knowing too well that you'd take me back to Asgard so I am trapped in that forsaken cell for the rest of my life?" Loki glared at him, his voice laced with mixture of anger and sadness so you grabbed his hand and gave him a comforting squeeze. His eyes softened immediately at the touch.

"You commenced a war on earth Loki, what did you think would happen to you? I'm here to take you back to the tower. Let us go now"

He stormed towards Loki so you got in front of him, you were trying to protect a powerful god from an equally powerful god. How smart did you have to be to do that?

"Look he's your brother alright, if you'd just sit down and talk to him about what he did and why he HAD to do it, you'd understand him better –"

"Lady y/n i would advise you not to speak on this matter –" He interrupted you again. For a prince he sure lacked manners.

"She will speak her mind, you daft ill-mannered rhinoceros. Have you forgotten that it's rude to interrupt a lady while she's speaking? Oh!! pardon me you never had such manners to begin with"

"Okay I am–" you were going to say something but then you turned around and grabbed Loki's hands to take him to the kitchen, you could feel Thor's eyes on you both and it made you uncomfortable.

"What is going to happen Loki I'm scared" your eyes teared up, all of this was nerve wracking for you, not knowing what they planned to do to him was terrifying. He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead, he could also feel Thor's eyes on him so that was making him act a little differently with you, he had never been one to indulge in such a display of affection before.

"They can not harm me darling, I am the youngest prince of Asgard, worst comes to worst I will be prisoned–"

"Lokiii" your eyes welled up more so he hugged you as tightly as he could, he knew he had to see this someday, he just didn't know it would come so soon. Before he fell asleep he thought about things he wanted to do with you tomorrow but he knew he won't be seeing your pretty face first thing in the morning any longer"Do you perhaps want to accompany me?" He asked you so you pulled away to look at him.

"Lo i.."

"I know it is not appropriate of me to be asking you for this but I just –"

"Stark said she can not come–" Thor chimed in to give his two cents.

"Are you his slave now? Are you willing to accept your truer purpose in life?" Loki answered him, even the way they conversed with each other gave you snappy siblings energy.

"I can't lo.. I have a job here and my family.. I have never been to NYC and ..it's just too much" you placed your hand on your face to control your sobs but it was futile, you really wanted to follow him but you felt afraid, you had never been someone to do something so impulsive in life. Maybe that's why you were left behind while everyone else moved forward and succeeded.

"I understand, just know that I will get back to you as soon as I can" he said to you. He wished you'd have agreed to come with him but he knew he was asking for too much too soon.

"You promise? Promise me that you'll be okay and that I'll see you again"

"I will be back to you i am giving you my word darling" you were going to kiss him but your eyes met with Thor again.

"Can you turn around creep?" You screamed at Thor, his eyes widened for a moment before he turned his back to you both, as soon as he did you got on your tip toes and kissed Loki as passionately as you could. Of Course this was happening to you now, you couldn't have kept him forever anyways, you just feared that he will forget all about you as soon as you're out of his sight, earth was filled with gorgeous women, of course he'd find someone else once he's not trapped in this bubble with you.

"Will you give me a call?" You asked him so he nodded. You sobbed as you felt your heart breaking.

"Why now? You said you knew about this, why didn't you come get him before? Why can't you just let him be? He had suffered enough" You stormed towards Thor so he took a step back.

"It is not my fault that my arrival in your city made national news, they assumed that I knew something, i couldn't lie anymore, maybe I should hone the art of lying. Loki can help"

Loki rolled his eyes at the comment. He was so used to such remarks that it didn't even affect him.

"You're not going to poke a hole in my ceiling right?" You asked Thor so he looked up.

"We shall get back to the roof then"

You grabbed Loki's hand as you all went upstairs, you couldn't stop staring at him, the thought of him not being there in your apartment made you feel horrible, it felt like a breakup, the nastiest breakup you have ever had. Knowing you won't get to cuddle him or kiss him, probably ever again, just made you not want to exist anymore. When did your feelings get this intense for him?

"Princess?"

"Mmmm" you mumbled because you knew you'd cry if you'd even try to talk to him right now .

"Promise me that you will not cry in my absence" Well he wanted you to cry it seems.

"Do you want me to lie?" You looked at him and his heart clenched. He didn't want you to cry because he knew he wouldn't be here to hold you and comfort you. As you all reached the roof Thor waved his hammer and you heard the thundering,

"Wait a moment–" Loki spoke, he wanted to look like an Asgardian before he leaves, one fluck of his fingers and he looked the same as he did the first day you had met him, his hair had gotten longer though.

"Am I ever going to see you again or I'll just be a forgotten memory–" you looked down because the words made you feel choked up.

"You will see me princess, you will see all of me I promise, what you have done for me can never be compared, what I feel for you is irreplaceable" he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly. His eyes were teary too, all he wanted to do was take you back to that small apartment of yours and snuggle you but it was a luxury he could no longer afford. "Farewell for now, my beloved" he took your hand in his and pressed a small kiss before he stepped away from you.

"If you hurt him, I don't care if it's just a scratch, I swear to god I'll tell everyone about that thing" you said to Thor and he snickered in response.

"What thing?" Thor questioned

"The thing" Loki smirked

"You told her?" Thor glared at him

You smiled at Loki and he returned it. And then they were both gone. Your lo was gone, you couldn't see him and you felt empty without him, you felt hollow, your feet felt stuck on the ground beneath you, you didn't even want to go back to that apartment without him. Why didn't you go with him when he asked you to?

"Ohh goddd" you sat down on the floor because your knees felt too weak to keep you standiy. And then you cried for what seemed like hours, you missed him already, you missed him being close to you. When you entered your apartment it almost made you pass out, you could see him everywhere still, the number of times you wished for him to just appear out of nowhere was intense. The bed smelled like him and though it gave you a moment of relief when you laid down on it, the longer you stayed there the harder it got for you to breathe, your arms craved to hold him and knowing that you won't be able to do any of those things only made you cry yourself to sleep.

In the morning you woke up suddenly and turned the news on to see if there was anything about him. A part of you feared you would be sent to jail but you knew you hadn't done anything wrong. Right?

Everytime you looked around you just saw him, you saw him on that bed sleeping like a baby, you saw him reading his book on that sofa, you saw him watching the tv with that adorable look on his face everytime you came back home.

You waited for three days to see something about him on tv but you saw nothing, he had made no attempt to communicate with you and that kind of made you angry but then the worries kicked in. What had they done to him?

You hardly ate, your body felt sick all the time and you just hoped that they were not hurting him.

"Why won't he call..please call" you mumbled in frustration and then it hit you, he didn't have your number, he never needed it. "Ohh God" you were starting to freak out but then you remembered that they could easily get your information if they actually wanted to, they haven't even tried to contact you to ask anything about him and that bothered you, he lived with you for more than two months. Weren't they just a tad bit curious?

"Stop glaring at me reindeer games, this is for your own good"

Loki glared at Stark again for what felt like the umpteenth time in just a matter of an hour. It has been three days since he had been locked up here in this tower. He desperately wanted to communicate with you but they weren't allowing him, apparently there was a legal case against him by the state of New York and he wasn't allowed to do anything, they did give him a lawyer though.

He was grilled by the Avengers for hours when they got him there and they tried to pipe the information out of him so he just told them everything he knew, right from the the moment he fell off the bifrost, he told them how he was rescued by the men of the mad Titan Thanos and how they tortured him for a year before they sent him to do his bidding. The shock on their faces was worth sharing the embarrassing ordeal he had suffered through.

A press conference was to be held three days later where Nick Fury would introduce him as the newest Avenger, all of this felt like a joke to him but one of the conditions he had imposed was that he'd be able to communicate with you and they had promised him that after the press conference he would be free to make one phone call, he felt like a prisoner still but he was happy that they weren't taking him back to Asgard. He didn't want to be anywhere he couldn't get in touch with you.

He just hoped you weren't feeling hurt or betrayed by him, he didn't want to abandon you or make you feel how other people had done before. He missed you every second of his life, at night he couldn't sleep because the nightmares kept him up, he would always wake up with teary eyes and it was only the thought of your comforting embrace that would lull him back to sleep. He missed your warm body next to his cold one. He yearned for you with all his heart and he hoped you were missing him as much as he did.

"Thanks a ton for telling me about that Minnesota gal, my publicist is very impressed by the story" Tony said to Thor and that perplexed him, why was this publicist person impressed?

"Why?"

"A tortured escaped fugitive running from the world ends up in a random girl's apartment and she agrees to hide him? That's a movie, a blockbuster movie" Tony explained.

"And what it is that you're planning to do with the story, are you going to call her here?" Thor was a bit taken by your intimidating personality but he knew Loki adored you and that was enough of a reason for him to care about you, even if just a little.

"You'll see at the press conference" Tony winked at him before walking away.

You were in the gym when you saw the news. They were talking about Loki and Thanos and everything he had told you, also the things he hadn't told you yet. He was tortured for a year, that's why he had those nightmares, your heart clenched for him and all you wanted to do was comfort him and give him plenty of forehead kisses but he wasn't there with you anymore.

"Oh my god is that for real? I think they're making it up to make us feel bad about him" Lyla commented so you rolled your eyes.

"He's superrr hot though" Stacy spoke

Well, that you agreed with.

Apparently there will be a public press conference that will be broadcasted live tomorrow. You felt a surge of relief because at least they weren't trying to hurt him but then you felt angry, why hadn't he called you then? Did he not miss you?

You went home and cried again, of course you got so attached so quickly to a man who wasn't attainable. It wasn't the first time you had done that but at least you weren't in love with those guys.

"He's going to fall in love with someone else" you mumbled as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Of Course, that's exactly was going to happen, the first guy you liked was happily married now, the next one found his girlfriend while he was with you, the last ex of yours also found a girlfriend right after he broke up with you even though he claimed that he couldn't get lucky with girls and you were the ultimate dream come true for him and there would never be another you. You were like a blessing for these guys because you entered their lives and bam they were meeting the love of their lives left, right and center.

Maybe you were the problem here. Maybe you didn't deserve to keep men in your life. If those midgardian men were able to find someone so quickly then you didn't expect a god like him to wait around for you. He was probably getting himself sandwiched between the models that Tony Stark hung around with, that Ironman was a problematic guy, you didn't have to dig too deep to figure that out.

Thankfully you didn't have to work the next day so you made a cup of tea and sat down on the sofa to watch the press conference. You just wanted to see him even though you knew it would only hurt you further. You just wanted to see if he was ok.

"Brother, do not say anything you're not supposed to say" Thor told him so Loki rolled his eyes. He saw Anthony walking towards him with a tall blonde female by his side and it confused him.

"Loki ..meet Melisaa, you can call her Mel for short, is that correct?" Tony looked at Melissa and she smiled as she kissed his cheek then she turned her attention towards Loki.

"Well I think we need to have one conversation at least before the conference" She grabbed his hand and he was so confused, so was Thor, she took him away with her and Thor glared at Tony

"What is this? Is this some sort of bribe?" He questioned Tony.

"No it's for his public image, you see people don't trust him. Obviously. They need to trust him and whats the better way to reel them in than a human girl dating him"

"Dating? Are you out of your mind? He fancies lady y/n..from Minesotta"

"Yeah, my publicist looked her up. You see, she ain't it" Tony gave him a look of disgust as if you were beneath these people, he didn't think of you like that, he just found you annoying "He needs someone attractive, someone more presentable. Trust me a taste of Melissa and he won't even remember this lady of yours" Before Thor can speak further into this matter Tony walked away from him.

Loki didn't know why Melisaa was talking to him about you, she kept asking him questions about the things that happened the day he had invaded your apartment, however he was more than happy to talk about you with someone, he missed you alot, especially in this moment, he had to face all these people and all these strangers scared him a little. All he wanted to do was hold your hand, if you were here he'd just press his head on your chest and just have you comfort him the way you used to do.

He remembered that day he met you for the first time, you both were complete strangers but he had never felt so taken by a stranger before. You made him feel at home, something he didn't have anymore.

"Loki let's go" His lawyer told him so he nodded and Melissa hooked her arms with him to take him with her, the gesture confused him even more. Why was she there with him?

The conference went okay, he was able to apologize and speak his truth, he knew people of midgard won't forgive him so easily, there were also things he needed to discuss with these Avengers. Two Tony Starks and two Captains, why nobody was concerned about that? Why weren't they concerned about Thanos?"

You watched him on the tv and it made you cry furiously on that ugly sofa, he was so pretty and so soft in that dark blue suit he had worn, you couldn't even believe that you were blessed enough to have that godly man in your arms every night like that. You noticed the modelesque looking woman beside him and it made you worry. Did he find someone already or was it just for appearance purposes?

"Loki, hi this is Patricia from times now, you had disappeared for two months with something as valuable as the tesseract, where were you hiding all this time?" He was going to answer but a woman who introduced herself as Dalia came forward instead, whatever you heard next only made you want to rip your hair out. You flipped the channel but it was everywhere, the news had spread like a wildfire. You stopped pressing the button of the remote on some Entertainment channel and the more you heard about the situation, the angrier it made you feel.

"They say love can find you in the strangest of places and the new Avenger aka Loki the Asgardian god can probably relate. From last two months we were wondering where the certain god had disappeared to, shockingly enough, the tesseract, the powerful bundle of energy teleported him to an apartment in New York City which belonged to a local model named Malissa McKay, we got in touch with Malissa herself to get her reaction and it's adorable how their relationship developed in the time period"

You saw the model Malissa and she revealed how she threw a knife at him as she was in the kitchen looking for her salad when he came out of nowhere and how he told her that she didn't need that stuff because she was perfect the way she was. Your eyes teared up more and more as she continued to talk about him.

How dare he do that to you? How dare he agreed to replace you as if you meant nothing to him?

How dare he broke your heart like that when he knew what he meant to you?

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

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[babyhatesreality]

Really craving some Stucky tickles... Any chance you could write a story?

I gotchu both <3

You saw the silhouette against the wall and knew he was coming for you. The fingers were upright, curling menacingly as he slowly and stealthily moved towards you, softly singing "Come out, come out, wherever you are....."

You looked to the left and to the right. There was no escape. You'd have to run down the hallway to get past him.

Luckily, you were totally okay with that.

With a delighted scream, you whipped yourself around the corner, giggling madly as you tried to outrun him. Bucky snatched you up in an instant and commenced tickling the holy heck out of your tummy. "HA HA!" he shouted like a villain in a 1930s melodrama. "NOW I HAVE YOU AT MY MERCY!" You could barely hear him, you were laughing so loudly and wiggling to escape his grasp.

Daddy hauled you to the sofa, continuing to tickle and tease you the entire way, before laying you down on your back. He suddenly moved down to your bare feet. "And what's this?" he said, before attacking your tootsies with his vibranium fingers. The combo of the cool metal plus the tickles themselves nearly sent you into a conniption fit. You could barely breathe from laughing so hard.

Suddenly, Bucky stopped and looked down at you, with love and a ton of mischief in his eyes. Once you calmed down enough to catch at least one breath, you curiously looked at him, wondering if your playtime was now over.

"You know what would make Tickle Torture even better?" he said, cocking one eyebrow at you playfully.

"What?" you managed to gasp out, still having tiny giggle fits.

Suddenly, Steve reared up from behind the couch, both hands raised and roaring like a monster. You shrieked with unbridled joy and delight before exploding into giggles again as Papa tickled your tummy and Daddy tickled your feet. After a minute of the best torture ever, you managed to break away (or they let you- who knows).

"You don't play fair, imma get you!" you chirped at Bucky, before springing up and launching yourself at him. He caught you easily but pretended that it was a huge, devastating blow, groaning and laughing maniacally in turn as you started to tickle him. "PAPA LET'S GO!" you hollered. Steve raised his arms again and roared, then turned his focus to his husband, tickling him instead.

Hey, what the little monster wanted, she got.

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[stiltonbasket]

for whenever you feel like: wrh raises wwx au continuation?❤️ i already love it!!

"You cannot send your son to war."

It is the first time Lan Wangji has spoken in days. He retreated from the Wei-fu's main compound nearly a fortnight previously, filled with mingled dread and fury when he heard that Wei Ying's son would be riding to battle—and in all that time, Wei Ying did not once attempt to have the conscription order rescinded.

Perhaps he knew the effort would be fruitless. Wen Ruohan valued Wei Ying above his own sons, before he was wounded—for otherwise, he would have never carved those wretched compulsion sigils into Wei Ying's skin—but Wen Yuan was worth nothing more to him than the guest cultivators who were sent out to perish by the hundreds during the second year of the war, because he did not share Wei Ying's blood.

His father's training went only so far, Xiao Liuzi had said, when Lan Wangji first came to the Wei-fu as a concubine. Young Master Yuan has no rival for talent among the other boys of his age, and Lady Wen says that he is the very picture of Xinhua-jiangjun as a youth—but there is something about the lord's cultivation that came from his mother, the one who came down from Baoshan Sanren's mountain, and the little master does not have it. That is the power Wen Ruohan most desires in a right-hand, and so the little master is useless to him.

Wei Ying was as useful as a flesh-and-blood right hand to Wen Ruohan, even injured, but not useful enough to be kept truly happy. He had been showered in riches for the past two decades, denied no treasure that could be obtained by gold or human toil; but he had few dear ones that Wen Ruohan could not touch, let alone any assurance that his family in the Nightless City would be kept safe if he were to fail his master—and if the sigils on his back had not prevented him from doing so, he would have taken his own life in misery long before he came of age, hoping that his death would permit the infant Wen Yuan to pass out of Wen Ruohan's notice for ever.

I wish he had not told me that, Lan Wangji thinks painfully, recalling the night his beloved drank himself sick on spoiled wine and confessed the truth of his long years of service to the tyrant who lived in the Sun Palace. I can do nothing for him, and now there is nothing left but empty hope for the both of us.

For his part, Lan Wangji suffers no delusions about Wen Sizhui's ability in war. While night-hunting, he could rival Xichen at his strongest, in the years before he commenced work on the great warding seals that protect Gusu and the Unclean Realm; but A-Yuan cannot bear to stand helpless in the face of pain, whether his disciple siblings' or the pain of some little creature that crossed his path on his travels, and bearing witness to the unending agony of war will dull A-Yuan's wits and strength to the point where they might well abandon him entirely.

"You cannot send him," Lan Wangji repeats now, folding one hand over Wei Ying's shoulder. "Let him ride out with the others, if you must. But surely he can leave his regiment under cover of night and escape, long before he reaches Qinghe. He is your son—he could easily find a way to depart without being noticed, and then—"

"Where would he go, Lan Zhan?" Wei Ying asks, turning around to face him. "If he deserts his regiment, the way home will be barred to him forever. If he ever dared to come back, he would be executed as a traitor after Wen Ruohan came to hear of it, and perhaps tortured for days before that. If I must lose him, I would rather he meet a quick end in battle than a terrible one in the torturing chambers."

Lan Wangji says nothing.

"You came out of the xingtang yourself," Wei Ying says dully. "You know Yuan'er would never survive it."

His gaze flickers down towards Lan Wangji's legs, as if he could look right through the thick silk of his trousers and down upon the knotted scars beneath them; and then he turns his face up to the ceiling and stands without moving for a long, long while.

"How dear is he to you?" he says at last. "A-Yuan, I mean."

"Dearer than life."

The confession falls from his lips easily. When Lan Wangji first entered the Wei-fu, he was prepared to kill his way out of it with the stone splinter he tore from the dungeon walls, if necessary—but on the wedding night, A-Yuan stole into the bridal chamber while Wei Ying slept, carrying ointment and bandages for Lan Wangji's shattered legs, and treated his injuries as skillfully as his aunt Wen Qing might have done.

"I doubt Wen Ruohan will be pleased to hear of this," Lan Wangji had rasped, stunned almost speechless by the small, deft hands flying over the deep gouges in his ankles. "Go back to bed, xiao-gongzi. Wen Ruohan ordered me here to humiliate your father, not to serve as a companion to him. What do you think he will do if he finds that someone from Xinhua-jiangjun's household dressed my wounds?"

"You're here to serve as a reminder to my Uncle Yu, actually," A-Yuan muttered. "He's Fuqin's favorite concubine, and Wen-zongzhu sent you here to punish him. He thinks Yu-shushu should have died in battle before he allowed any harm to come to my A-Die."

With that, A-Yuan finished tying off the bandages and departed; and brief though the treatment had been, it permitted Lan Wangji to ignore the fire in his bones for long enough to have a full night's rest.

The wounds are nothing more than scars now, and the full function of Lan Wangji's legs has long since been restored. He could take A-Yuan and flee from the Nightless City this very night, if he tried—but Wei Ying would be forced to stop them, no matter how desperately he wished to let them go, and then...

"Forgive me," Lan Wangji murmurs. "Good night, Wei Ying."

He spends the night tossing and turning in his bed, his thoughts lingering over the bed in the next room where Wei Ying is asleep with A-Yuan in his arms; and then, almost before he knows it, the hour of Wen Yuan's departure is upon them.

The day dawns much like any other, in a riotous storm of red and gold that falls over the Wei-fu like a blanket. Wei Ying rises early and sends the servants away, insisting that no one aside from himself should serve A-Yuan on his leaving-day; and when Lan Wangji sees the boy next, he is riding at the head of Wei Ying's old regiment, three paces behind the general who replaced his father after Lan Wangji was taken captive.

Lan Wangji reaches out and takes Wei Ying's hand.

"He will return," he vows. "Your brothers in arms love him as their own. With them close by, A-Yuan will come to no harm."

But Wei Ying's fingers do not squeeze Lan Wangji's hands in turn; and when he meets his husband's empty eyes, he knows that some part of Wei Ying's spirit has given up all hope of seeing Wen Yuan again.

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[javierpena-inatacvest]

to celebrate your 500 followers, can i request #3 with javi and osita, pleaseeee? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

I have a feeling this is not what this prompt was intended for, but it's Javi and Osita, so of course they're gonna be arguing over something stupid 😂

Draw Two

Summary: Your class has had indoor recess this week, and you take Javi to help you look for games to keep them occupied

Word Count: 468 (He's just a lil guy)

Warnings: Loosing at Uno (literally none, it's all cute hehe)

Part of the It's Never Too Late series!

Part of the 500 Followers Celebration!

Laredo had been going through its most rainy period in years. While it was great for the farmers and crops that so desperately needed it, for you, it was pure torture. All this rain meant only one thing for your teacher brain- Indoor Recess. Your kids had been cooped up and on the brink of chaos from all the time they had spent inside, and with another week of rain in the forecast, Javi had agreed to go shopping with you to find some new things to occupy your students before everyone’s sanity completely went out the window. 

“Oh, I love this one!” You beamed, picking up a small red box and holding it up to Javi. 

“Uno? The game is called One?” He scrunched his face as he held up the box to read it. 

“You’ve never played Uno?! Okay well it looks like we’re getting two of these! You wanna play when we get home?” You asked, grinning, as you threw two of the games into your cart. 

“Sure Osita, it’s just matching numbers and colors, how hard can it be?” Javi chuckled to himself, pressing a kiss on your forehead, always amused by how much the simplest things in life he got to do with you always brought him the most joy. After cruising through a few more isles, you grabbed a few more toys and puzzles before checking out and heading back to your house to let your Uno tournament commence.

It didn’t take long for both of your competitive natures to make an appearance after you started playing after your trip, Javi’s patience now growing thin after his 3rd loss in a row, wondering how in the world the cards in his hand had been growing at an exponential rate after each round. 

“I fucking hate you…” Javi grumbled pulling what seemed like his thousandth card from the pile this turn. 

“No you don’t! Take that back right now!” You laid down your hand to playfully swat at Javi, laughing at the ridiculous amount of cards he now found himself holding. “It’s not my fault you can’t find a 3 or a blue!” 

“Then how the fuck do you only have two cards left?! Jesus, okay there, a red 3, can my turn be done now?” Forcefully slamming his last draw into the pile, Javi rolled his eyes at the lack of cards you now were holding, and the half of the deck he seemed to be. You paused, a mischievous smirk growing across your face as you took your turn, slowly lowering your card of choice into the pile. 

“I’m so sorry…” you giggled, not apologetic in the slightest. 

“Osita…” Javi sighed, bracing himself for the inevitable cards he was about to the collection already overflowing in his hands. 

“…. Draw two.... Uno.” 

“Fuck you.”

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[serickswrites]

"I'm Not a Soldier"

Warnings: kidnapping, implied torture

Caretaker raced to Whumpee's house. They couldn't be late. No one could be late. Everything had gone so wrong so fast. They couldn't be late now. Whumpee needed them.

Whumpee, Caretaker, and the rest of the team had spent days and days planning on how to entrap Whumper to keep Whumpee safe. Days and days of coming up with ideas that would get shot down one after the other. Caretaker had not been willing to take a chance with Whumpee's life. Had not been willing to gamble. Had not been willing to let Whumpee put themself on the line to catch Whumper.

Because if the plan went wrong, if they made a miscalculation--no matter how minor--Whumper would get Whumpee. Whumper would get Whumpee and commence torturing them to death until Caretaker could find them. Could find what was left of Whumpee. If they made it in time.

Which was why Caretaker was racing as fast as they could. Teammate One and Three had stage a distraction outside of Whumper's hideout while Teammate Two and Caretaker crept in ready to take Whumper out. Caretaker's stomach dropped when they found the hideout empty, and a note waiting for them.

"Did you really think that I only have one place? Did you really think it would be this easy? I'll be sure to give Whumpee your love, Caretaker." Whumper's neat handwriting read so clearly on the note that had been left for Caretaker. Whumper had known about their plans. Had known their every move. And they had left Whumpee unguarded.

Caretaker kicked open Whumpee's door, weapon in hand, "WHUMPEE!" They screamed into the empty house. Because they were too late. They were too late and Whumpee was gone.

Caretaker dropped to their knees, tears filling their eyes as the rest of the team searched the house. "It.....It....It was all for nothing," Caretaker sobbed. They had done everything to protect Whumpee, except the one thing that Whumpee needed: to stay with Whumpee. Whumpee had needed Caretaker, but Caretaker had been so focused on taking Whumper down themself that they left Whumpee open and vulnerable.

"Uh, boss, this....this is for you," Teammate Two said quietly as they held out an envelope to Caretaker.

Caretaker ripped the envelope open and let out a strangled cry. Inside the envelope was a picture of Whumpee--the last picture of Whumpee Caretaker would see if they couldn't find them in time--hog tied and blindfolded, their face pinched with pain. "Don't they look so vulnerable, Caretaker? Don't they look so weak? Thank you for leaving them open and ready for me, Caretaker. I will be sure to take my time with them. More time than I have ever spent with my other toys. And I have you to thank for that, Caretaker. Let's see how long it takes you to find all of the pieces of Whumpee."

Caretaker read Whumper's words over and over again as tears streamed down their face. They had failed in stopping Whumper. Had failed to lead the team to another victory. And most of all they failed Whumpee. Because they couldn't protect them.

But they could save Whumpee. They could save what was left of Whumpee. They could save Whumpee in time and they could help Whumpee in their recovery. Because Caretaker couldn't fail them this last time.

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[siremasterlawrence]

A Ticket Of A Lifetime

My Destination is upon after waiting for well what felt life endlessly unwinding weeks of hell on earth torture and it all comes down to this my dears.

I enter the stadium a long, humongous ever lasting walk to the stage in the center of the super ball for this moment and I climb this stairs.

My per view grows smaller as I see three guys who are competing with me for the grand prize of a surprise and I am not one of those who competes.

I am selected by some community of voters weird right. Anyway, he undoes the envelope opening it with a simple tear and reads off my name.

The lights descending on him in a hovering like fashion quelling the crowd with a single hand gesture my world is about to take one hell of gnarly change.

Handing my the letter adorn in pure gold it is lighting on fire, eviscerating in my hand a lovely ember red hue is left and fades leaving a key in my hand.

It’s hot to the touch consuming my thoughts which are now running a mile a minute and I never saw the crowd disappear nor the arena either.

All I have is a door in front of me front center for me to see and dead on arrival for the truly most spookiest event ever if you will ever get to see.

I doubt that though considering my key is in the key hole, I brace myself turning it as the door swung open and I cannot believe my eyes.

The air swallows me whole with one swoosh I am past the thresh hold and embrace in to a strange pair of arms and I know it all so good.

Strong masculine body that is so massive in its state wraps my waist in to his and drapes highly over me.

My nose accidentally digging in to his shirt I can’t help to love and savor his scent as it is now with me forever.

“OH MY GOD! “

“That is not me “

“Henry Cavill?”

“You got it mate”

“Why are we here?”

“I have no idea…though you might”

“Anybody here?”

“Your guess is as good as mine”

“Commence, prompt, activate “

“Why did you say those…”

“Henry? Mate? Are you ok?”

“Soul transfer begins “

“What are you saying! STOP!”

“My body !”

“Why is changing?”

“Is this astral form “

“Your body too”

“How on earth are we flying?”

“Hello! This is a your new body speaking “

“Excuse me?”

“You won the universal gift a new life”

“Are you saying?”

“This body “

“Is yours now”

“Henry? Is he?”

“Dead?”

“Yeah”

“No! Very much alive”

“Woof!”

“Think of this one soul meets another “

“You are combined “

“Combined us both?”

“It’s only right “

“For the better”

“You deserve it”

“You are just “

“So godly!”

“Who me?”

“You are the most perfect”

“Iconic”

“Greatest!”

“No one else as good”

“He will soon see”

“He is the other side to your coin “

“How can this be possible?”

“Everyone has a match “

“Soul match!”

“Relax man “

“Shussshhh”

“Close your eyes “

“We are one”

“Exactly one body “

“Mind”

“Soul”

“Body “

“Let it all surrender “

“Nothing to hold you back “

“Free falling in to one existential existence “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You are enjoying “

“I am now assembled “

“This is the best gift”

“A LIFETIME WORTH”

“Mmmmmm”

“I feel so sexy”

“I am fucking sexy”

The end

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #body possession #the possession. #reprogramming #souls combined #hypnosis #hypno dreams #dream realm #in universe

[shyblondelee]

G U E S S. W H O S. B A C K.

Greetings my lovely lers!

Yes I am back after (what is it now probably 2 years??)

I decided for mental health and career purposes it was best for me to spend some time focused on what I wanted to do with life etc etc

I made a promise that I wouldn't let myself back on here (as hard as it was :() until I'd sorted what I wanted sorted.

And so, with the new year commencing and my usual twordish self I'm back!

I miss every single one of you and I look forward to every tease, tword and torture for here on in!

Here's back to normal with more giggly posts and laughs! 🥂

#shyblondelee #tickleblog #IMBACK #imissedyouall! #hypersensitive #leemood #ticklecommunity #twordish #feet #giggles

[spicy-pears]

𝓘𝓜 𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓔!!

RESULTS: i added the likes and votes together for both posts, and the bar won. I'll still do the other choice. But the bar will come first!

𝖲𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈!!!! 𝗌𝗈 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 2 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝖿 2 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽. 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍/ 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄.

𝖣𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋: 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍…𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 😈.

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗍 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒'𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 19 𝗈𝗋 20 (𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖿𝖿.) 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗌 18 (𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌). 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖿𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖴𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

While Johnny carefully watched you, he would spot an unfamiliar male dancing with you on his arm. The unexpected sight awakened the possessive side of his narcissistic personality. Johnny’s stalking would take a sinister turn as the unfamiliar man affectionately kissed your cheek and began walking down the dimly lit hall towards the bar’s kitchen.

Johnny continued to watch you closely, making sure you were preoccupied with patrons. Before, he acted on his impulsive instincts. His mind left him reeling as loud, ringing white noise overtook him. Running through the Thoughts of how easily overpowered the man would be as he was a bit smaller than Johnny and nowhere physically fit to be a challenge.

No one in Johnny's mind was superior to him, and he certainly wouldn't let someone have what he felt was his. Your poor lover's fate began to close in as Johnny lurked inconspicuously closer, with his keen blade thirsting for the incoming savagery.

The jovial Southern tune flooded the crowded bar, as the lively patrons began to commence with their usual Texan line dance for the night. Soon their vibrant laughter would begin to bounce in the air, seamlessly flowing along with the upbeat folk tune. You’d catch yourself becoming entranced by the rare sanguine sight, as your heart was still aflame from the dance you shared with your boyfriend. Regrettably, your innocent gaze would carelessly wander, fixating on the morbid wall of missing faces. The bone-chilling sight made your stomach sink with sorrow.

The sorrow would shift into terrified confusion as your eyes were drawn to one poster in particular. Your body grew motionless as you attempted to swallow down the unsettling fear rising up from your chest. Maria Flores, who was 21 at the time had a face eerily similar to yours. Right down to your soft features and precious dimples, a realization that brought creepy context to Johnny’s vague words. Of how you reminded him of a girl he was once fond of. Your mind was now reeling, making the once comforting joyful music something torturous against your clouded thoughts. If only you knew.

Before you could head to your locker and clock out early, with a fraudulent excuse of illness. Another drink server would catch your attention, “Hey y/n, we’re out of beer glasses. Can you grab some more from the back?”. Her words added even more confusion to your already fuzzy mind. Promptly you reflected on the moments prior, your boyfriend left to get the glasses from the kitchen for you but hasn’t returned yet. Which wasn’t concerning at first, not even to you. The kitchen was filled with problems, from the leaking sink to the faulty dish dryer. Usual occurrences that kept any of the staff back there longer, so with an anxious sigh you began making your way towards the kitchen.

As you traversed the long narrow hall, a strange sound caused your head to slightly turn. Your keen ear struggled to focus against the blaring music and the heavy stomping of leather boots against the wooden bar floors. But soon fear began to creep up your skin, as the sounds of pained struggling gasps grew clearer. The closer you stepped toward the kitchen doors. The louder the horror became, as you could hear nails clawing against the hard floor.

The shrill grating against the wood sent a cold chill shooting up your spine, while the pungent smell of blood overtook your senses. Causing your well-paced breathing to fade into a petrified silent hyperventilated pant. You were the unfortunate lone witness to the terrifying symphony, as the kitchen clock ticked against the now blaring struggle. Cruelly it would all end, leaving a ringing white noise coursing through your head. The jovial music would flood back in, along with the carefree laughter you once relished in. All the while, the kitchen was eerily silent for it was now truly devoid of life.

#johnny slaughter x oc #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter #tcm johnny #johnny sawyer #tcm game #slasher x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw game

[katiapostsss]

my ttpd predictions beforehand:

1. Fortnight

2. loml

3. Florida!!!

4. Clara Bow

5. The Manuscript

6. Fresh Out the Slammer

7. So Long, London

8. I Can Fix Him (No Really I can)

9. The Alchemy

10. Guilty As Sin?

11. But Daddy I Love Him

12. My Boy Only Breaks his Favorite Toys

13. The Tortured Poets Department

14. The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

15. I Can do it with a Broken Heart

16. Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

17. Down Bad

my ACTUAL ranking now that i've fully listened:

1. My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys THE CHORUS GETS ME EVERY FUCKING TIME TAYLORRRR THE TOYYYYYSSS AND THE OOHHHHHHS

2. Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? (you should be). IS IT A WONDER I BROKE??? LETS HEAR ONE MORE JOKE. THEN WE CAN ALL. JUST LAUGH UNTIL I CRY. YOU WOULDNT LAST AN HOUR IN THE ASYLUM WHERE THEY RAISED ME.

3. Florida!!! (seven beats commence) AND THE CITY REEKS OF DRIVING MYSELF CRAZYYYY. this song is so good and the feature is ELITE.

4. So Long, London *ascends into heaven* HOW MUCH SAD DID YOU. THINK I HAD... DID YOU. THINK I HADDDD IN ME??? THE VOICE CRACK IN FREE "AND IM PISSED OFF YOU LET ME GIVE YOU ALL THAT YOUTH FOR FREE"

5. Down Bad real real real real real real real real real real. THIS IS SUCH A BOP IM JAMMING AT 5 AM YALL

6. loml *favorite bridge and ending* LOSS OF MY LIFE joe alwyn when i catch you. (the ending is literally angelic)

7. Guilty As Sin? ONLY IN MY MIIIIIIIIIIND??? WE'VE ALREADY DONE IT IN MY HEAD.

8. I Can Do It With a Broken Heart IM SO DEPRESSED I ACT LIKE ITS MY BIRTHDAY EVERY DAYYYY!!! CAUSE IM MISERABLE!!! AND NO ONE EVEN KNOWS!!!

9. Fresh Out The Slammer sounds like the tortured poets department but i couldn't decide which one i liked more

10. The Tortured Poets Department YEA JOE. WHO'S GONNA HOLD YOU NOW BITCH?? WHO'S GONNA HOLD YOU AT ALL???

11. The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived DID YOU SLEEP WITH A GUN UNDERNEATH. OUR. BED????

12. But Daddy I Love Him i just know scott is fuming listening to this album

13. I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) be for real taylor. there is no fixing matty healy

14. Fortnight the beat duh duh duh duh duh things are SOOO NOW THAT WE DONT TALK like you can't tell me this isn't ntwdt. also, you ate post malone (never thought i'd say that) i just had really high standards for this one because of the ai generated one 😭😭

15. The Alchemy honestly the chorus sounds like a slowed version of paris. ITS SO CUTE TO SEE HOW HAPPY SHE IS ON THE SHORT CLIP THINGY SHES SO CUTE AGHHH

16. The Manuscript the orchestra in the bridge carried honestly. i liked how it was narrated and there was a WHOLE ASS STORYLINE to it but it didn't stick out much to me.

17. Clara Bow DID YOU KNOW YOU'D BE PICKED.. LIKE A ROSE??? its so good but the othersssss AGH IDK

this was so hard to rate all of them are so fucking good. taylor you NEVER disappoint

#ts ttpd #taylor swift #taylor swift ttpd #the tortured poets department #ranking

[magicalgardenofhypnosis]

A request by @Ithegingy

It is May 5, 2024 excellent I think checking my Time Machine enable watch mechanism glows on the screen then vanishing from my sight.

Today is his birthday perfect just as planned I tap the screen watching the device fall off of my wrist forming a box in the palm of my hand.

I glee with excitement throwing the ball on to the fully carpet covered room the impact of it hitting the ground erupts in a mid bright light.

Stepping in to the fray he is deeply in heavy slumber after a long day on set so I take my time bidding it I walk to the closet opening it to view.

Getting a gander of the geekiness around him leaves me both perplex and in total type of judgement but I can see he does love tee shirts and jeans.

He loves to build sets, gaming computer but he is still vain I can see the painting he has obviously commissioned of himself prior to my arrival.

The plan is quite simple to actually with

very little effort deeply probe his brain in array of laser colors that maps the brains waves stimulating it in hypnosis waves.

Anyway! I slowly creep on to the bed slowly slipping past him holding the head board I raise myself up and dig in my pockets for the device.

Retrieving it a tiny circular device placing it on to the wall, I press the button let’s blare

a light scanning the room three more exact copies lays on the other three walls.

All four devices radiate light over entirety

of the massive master bedroom bouncing multiple colors schemes the commencing

the brainwashing.

I click the side of my watch then turn it to the side transforming him from the room as he switches him with an entirely new entity into the room.

The man stood in the dark watch the beam of light washes on to his face from all sides of the room and the figure moves a closer to the edge of the board.

In a matter of ten minutes Henry who is half asleep at this point feeling something is off tries to wake up fighting off every urge to

drift back asleep.

Above his bed from a ceiling remote flew in to the figures hands as he smirked with evil intent and he enjoys true power exchange like no other in history.

He excitedly presses the giant red button that is marked induction instinctively his press gets harder as it is layered with a pleasure point.

Reaching the optimal level the devices flip off the wall landing on Henry’s head like a helmet forming in resistance or his fatal retaliation.

The helmet projects a unique screen in a map scenario detailing his brain from top

to stem revealing how it works he checks out remote once more.

Pressing a second button marked dreamy without a thought Henry drops a million times deeper from a garden picnic a hole opens swallowing him whole.

Descending down from the sky a portal is opening falling through his nerdy side of his brain show cases with binary code I created on the wall.

He is left absolutely mouth agape in his and only his poor dark mind adrift with every set of memories he has ever experienced play on autopilot a thousand times over.

Meanwhile! The world past his domain can sense his own self destruction finding his way through the interface he arrives on the main page.

A few more buttons a photo copy appears of Henry Cavill showing how his beautiful masculine features sculpted to perfection some would say.

Name written in it’s officially changed to his bitchy highness Pretty Pussy Boi to his own hysterics it is truly funny for life because he controls him now.

Robotic arms pop from the device feeling him over ripping his clothes from his body then his underwear and seething in pain, pleasure and torture.

His body leaps up sitting on the pillow that is propped up from behind his back he lays on it with a smirk he rolls his eyes up in to his socket.

His eyelids close causing his body senses to go in to overdrive titalating all of his nerves as they send viscous fiery ramps of energy up his spine.

His body shook with his convulsions his cute cock is breaking out springing to life it point to the shy and cums incessantly shooting spurts.

The cum loads on to him each touch causes him an amount exhilarating excruciating pain to no end his body convulses so much more now.

He knew rolling on to his right side, left side back and forth some invisible figure pumps in to him as it humps him harder with even more energy.

The young man climbs on top of him spread on to him his hands touch every crevice of his body in to his hole, on his skin and he is now owned for life.

“Reprogram…reprogram…reprogramming is in processing.”

“Remapping him on your command.”

“Initiate project pussy boi”

“Searching…searching “

“Automatic induction “

“Entering subspace”

“Pleasure principles”

“Body is in bloom”

“Watch the cock “

“It’s sprinting I can see it “

“On your command he will cum”

“CUM”

“Hahahaha “

“Listen to me Henry “

“You are rock hard…I can see it in your pants “

“You can sense it”

“Rock hard…yes”

“You love to be rock hard”

“Permanently hard “

“The cock protrudes always”

“Constantly cumming”

“A never ending “

“Wishing to be touched”

“Need to fuck”

“I want someone to fuck”

“Jump him, fuck him uuuuhhhh”

“So hard as fuck”

“FUCK!”

“PLEASE!”

“Mmmmnnnnnn”

“Activate Pussy Bitch”

“Oh! yes Master FUCK!”

“I NEED YOU”

“FUCK YOU”

“Oooooohhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhh”

“Yes yes yes yyyyeeeeessssssss”

“Pussy Bitch rip me apart “

“Cant think”

“Only fuck”

“Made to fuck”

“Yyyyyeeeeesssssssssssss”

He leaps off the bed on to his new master in heat he stares him down then proceeds to kiss him.

His hands hasty in action begin ripping off his clothes leaving them in shreds his hand forms a palm.

Slipping one finger in at a time hearing his master moan the other hand goes in ready to fist him.

A hour goes by he can’t control himself any longer flicking off his underpants and slip in to his owner’s ass.

“Oh GOD! I can’t keep it in any longer”

“Oh oh oh! Aaaaahhhhhh”

“I am pussy bitch for Master”

The end

[candywife333]

Unexpected (A Tale of Grief):  Part 3

Disclaimer: This story has yandere behavior, toxicity in loads, body shaming ,voyeurism, cursing/profanity, and questionable behavior. Also, the characters do not actually represent the personalities and behavior of BTS in real life. There is some dub-con in this part, so please be aware and do not read this if it is not to your tastes. 

Lately I had been feeling odd, like someone was watching me. You know when you get that feeling that someone is gazing at you, that every one of your moves are being watched and scrutinized. This particular disconcerting sentiment did not leave me nowadays. I started feeling like a prey, whose meandering and frolicking through the woods was being observed from the shadows by a predator: one whose inscrutable identity could not be gleaned by a cursory gaze of the surrounding vicinity. 

And to exacerbate these antsy feeling, my periods made the situation worse. Periods were always tough on me. I wish I could feel like other girls sometimes in that regard. My friends all had light periods that lasted 3-5 days. Mine was a nightmare of blood and pain that could only be alleviated by rest, hot pads, warm baths/ showers, and home-made savory foods. It lasted 7-9 days and every day would reveal unto me new tortures; whether it be bloating and aching breasts, or heavy bleeding with pelvic pain that radiated down my thighs and spine. 

Due to the uncomfortable nature of my monthly “blessings”, I preferred to stay in my room most of the time and ask my professors for a sick leave of 1-2 days during my periods since they allowed it. Our college had a strict attendance policy for the most part. However, certain electives and classes were completely online and so we had no reason to show up physically. 

After shrouding myself in a black ankle length skirt with a cozy forest green ruffled top tucked into it, I ventured out to the only real class I had for the day---Literature and Composition. Jungkook and his gang would attend, but since I never really had any interactions with any of them after the incident with Clara, I could comfortably just blend into the background of the classroom. 

As I sat down in my usual seat, I could feel all the blood rush to the bottom of my pad. As usual, the waterfall of blood was unavoidable during periods and I briefly checked my behind to make sure nothing was leaking. Thankfully I was spared of such a travesty. Just as I took out my notebook, class commenced. As the professor droned on about rhetorical devices, I noted down the few key words which were vital.

 Pleasantly occupied, I was startled out of my reverie when I noticed a hand, a rather vascular one which was settled on my knee. I almost yanked up my knee to the desk with a start. But I froze as I looked up to see dark fluffy hair framing dark doe eyes which sparkled with mischief, amusement, and a particular fervor---which I could not place. 

   I cleared my throat in horror, as I whispered to him, “Could you please let go of my knee? Do you need something from me? Perhaps something like a spare pen or sheet of paper?” He rolled his eyes and scoffed as he drawled out in a syrupy tone, “Why would you think I would talk to you just for supplies? A beautiful girl such as yourself deserves all my....undivided attention”. To my utter dismay and shock he continued kneading my knee, emitting warmth and a pressure foreign to anything I had felt in my life til now. 

        “Isn’t the pretty girl going to speak? Or is she mute, incapable of verbalizing what she needs?” I was almost frozen in place, unable to move his hand away as his hand crept up to encircle my upper thigh, now pinching and squeezing the available  flesh underneath his touch. I squeaked out timidly, “Ummm....Could you please let go of m-m-me? I am not feeling well and I would appreciate it if you could keep your hands off me”. 

         The squeezing and kneading became more intense as his hands made their way up to my hip and stomach. Since we were at the back of the class, nobody else could see what he was doing. His hand pulled out my tucked in shirt. Once he caught sight of the plush flesh of my stomach he continued kneading my pudge underneath the shirt. I hated when people touched my stomach. It made me so uncomfortable, but something about the way he gazed intensely at the flesh as he did so quelled my discomfort. It almost seemed like he was keeping his fascination with it at bay, though I could have been misinterpreting it. 

        “Why are you not feeling well? Is it a stomach ache? Or is it the fact that you can’t stand having the hots for someone you can’t have?” I gazed at him rather startled and confused as I requested him in a whisper once again,           “ Please take your hands off of me. I don’t want your attention. I’m sorry if I made you feel bad that day with Clara. But, she is my friend and my duty is to protect her from being taken advantage of in a vulnerable situation. I am sorry once again for interfering between her and you. I beg of you, please let me go.” 

           This time he seemed to heed my request, as he removed his big hand from my hip where it had rested idly. He smirked as a flicker of something devious flashed through his eyes. He sneered , “Of course, you had no right to interfere between I and your friend. But since you are apologizing so sweetly, why don’t you continue? Figure out what you are willing to pay in return for disrupting my evening with your friend.” 

          After a long silence, the class was at its end as he got up from his chair and said in a rather menacing tone, “What are you willing to pay for the grievous error you have committed ? You should know very well by now that prey like you should stay in its place. Since you have chosen to disrupt the natural order of how things work around here, you can pay up. It’s either going to be you or your friend, you decide.”

          I stuttered out in a panic, “What do you m-m-m-ean by that? Me or my friend to pay what? To do what exactly?” He tilted my chin up with his index finger, as he bit out in a condescending manner, “I don’t even know how you were admitted to this school with such lacking intelligence. I mean to say that  either you come to the next party we are hosting with the intention of either offering up your friend for me to do with as I will... or.....you can offer up yourself”. 

          The empty classroom felt even more intimidating as he leaned down to my chair and hissed, “You either get your friend drunk and wet for me to fuck, or you can come in her place instead. You can learn what happens when you mess with me.” His hand gripped my neck as he pressed his forehead with mine and breathed out, “Make your decision, and make it quick. You have till tomorrow evening”.

           He released my neck and walked away so fluidly that nobody would have guessed he had been in the room for that long at all. Tears dripped down my cheeks as I felt mind numbing fear. The terror gripped my brain in a headlock. How could I do that to my friend? I couldn’t send him to her when she couldn’t even consent. That went against all my morals. But, the alternative wasn’t any better. I didn't want to give myself to him, a spoiled rich boy who had no care for me. I wanted to give my virginity off to my husband. I might be old fashioned in this world, but I wanted to give it to the right person who made me feel treasured and safe.

          Not to someone who felt as though it was a right of his. Plus, I had the inkling that he was doing this to humiliate and demean me. He would probably make fun of my body during sex. I saw the vitriol in his gaze every time he stared at my body in disgust. He definitely touched me like he had before only to make me feel even more ashamed. My body had reacted unexpectedly though,  to my abject horror. My period had already flooded me wet down there, but my subconscious arousal had made it worse. My nipples had tingled and I felt a twist in my lower stomach as his hand had crept up closer to my upper thighs. 

          The worst part of this entire situation was my arousal mingled with my disgust towards him and the amplified hate I felt towards my own body. And I could tell that I would have to give myself to him. I couldn’t sacrifice my friend like that. But the sacrifice would have to be me and I would be in utter hell. If I didn't comply with him at all, he would make my life in this college miserable. Him and his friends had enough power to make my existence a living nightmare. 

      My anxiety was choking me, as I could feel my breaths getting shallower as I started sobbing. He didn’t even know I had my period right now. I didn't want to see the repulsion that would inhabit his face. Why did he even want me? At all? I wasn’t very beautiful and I would be a bloody mess down there on top of that. And I never had sex, so I never really felt the need to groom extensively down there.  

     Just as I was going to completely submerge in panic, an idea clicked in my head. Of course, he wouldn't want me. Now that I thought about it, he clearly did not visualize what I would actually look like. So, if I came to him on my period , not groomed, and sort of like a slob----he wouldn’t want me anyway with all his exacting standards of how a woman should look. Maybe he was curious about me. But I could manipulate this situation in my favor and make him so disgusted he would stay away from me permanently. 

       A little comforted by this tiny thought, I decided to go to him as I am. He would probably have me out the door in seconds.

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