#(I hope this image is ok. I know in your submission you said it's hard to find good art of this character but I do not know them ): sorry!)

[every-character-ever-poll]

ALICIA COPELAND - Weird and Unfortunate Things are Happening

PROPAGANDA:

An Aunt who quite literally faces cosmic horrors and kills gods to save their niece (and also just so happens to save the world but who cares). I mainly just want more people to play the game its very good.

[paddockbunny]

Hold You To It

Summary : After Max spanks you a little too hard, you get the idea to give him a taste of his own medicine. Rating : 18+ Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader Word Count : 1,048 words ONE SHOT Trigger Warnings : NSFW, light BDSM themes, male spanking, language, mature themes Images : curated from Pintrest Authors Note : ok I legit don’t know the difference between a whip, flogger and paddle (at risk of overhearing, I’ve only had someone use their hand personally) so there might be some discrepancies with terminology so please forgive that. Also, posting this on Max’s birthday too so let’s hope he has a lovely day off and spends it with the people he loves most

You rolled off of your spent boyfriend and onto the soft, plush sheets beside him. For the briefest of moments you relaxed until you registered the searing hot tingle of the flesh of your butt cheeks as you sunk into the bed.

“Max…did you really have to do it so hard?” You moaned, turning on to your side and rubbing the skin you were sure was bright red. “You wanted it.” He reminded you with a long, hard, smug sounding huff. It was true what he said. You did want it. In fact you begged for it. Repeatedly. You probably asked for him to do it again, again and again. But still, he really went to town on your poor little backside with that damn paddle.

A yelp escaped you as you tried again to return to the position you initially wanted. The sting on your posterior was enough for you to audibly groan and once more Max reminded you that it was what you wanted and attempted to tell you it couldn’t possibly be as bad as what you were making out.

“Why don’t you try it?” You scoffed jokingly, at first. When it was met with a loud laugh from your boyfriend it made you more persistent that he did actually try it. “I’m serious. If you don’t think it’s that bad then you won’t have a problem trying it.” A smirk couldn’t help but play upon your face. The idea of your boyfriend getting a taste of what he doled out was sort of amusing to you.

“Ok, not too hard.” He warned you as you tried your best not to burst out laughing at the sight of your boyfriend laying on his front with his bare (still cute) ass waiting for you to give him a taste of his own medicine. “I’m serious baby”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up!” You pretended to go all dominatrix on him but it just didn’t suit you. You were always the submissive type and Max knew it so he wouldn’t buy it either. You saw Max’s back vibrate as he laughed into the bedsheet below him so you tried to stifle your own laughter as not to completely ruin the mood and take you both out of the moment. “Ok, promise, not too hard.”

You picked up the same paddle Max had used on you earlier from the nightstand. The smooth handle cool in the centre of your palm. You were out of your depth in all honesty. You didn’t quite know how to begin but you thought of the way Max did it. He caressed your pert ass with the cold leather first. He would draw it lazily up the back of your thigh and across the the skin he would soon be tenderising. So, you did the same. You pulled the leather up the back of his strong, wide thighs - the ones you adored so much - and teased him the same way he usually did you. Max would usually then give you a gentle hit to warm you up so that’s what you gave him. And he laughed. He thought that was it and he cockily laughed. So the next hit you gave him was harder. Then the next was harder still. Max didn’t seem to laugh now. In fact he flinched at the last one.

“What is it Maxie?” “I told you not to do it too hard.” You pouted at his words. “Just the same as you do it to me, baby.” You lazily swept the top of the thick leather over the reddening marks upon Max’s pert cheeks. Luring him into a sense of false security before giving him another firm blow and this time Max yelped just like you had done. And he yelped several more times as you gave him several more blows of the paddle. All of the worry that you had had about not being able to be the dominant one evaporated. In fact, you were sort of enjoying it and surprisingly, so was Max.

He flinched and growled as the leather paddle swotted at his rear and yet he actually asked for more. It made a heat rise between your thighs. The throbbing ache that was undeniable. It was turning you on to have flipped the roles like this. You were in awe watching him go through the same emotions and twisted pleasurable pain as you usually did. It was indisputably hot.

With a final, strong spank you let the tool fall from your hand before you got carried away. Aware of the fact you were so aroused by it (that you felt the excitable wetness slicking your intimate parts once again) you flung your leg over his thighs and leaned down and pressed your body against his back.

“Well?” You purred breathily in his ear. There came no response from your boyfriend so you quizzed further. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Placing a tender kiss against his earlobe. “Yeah.” He said simply upon a sigh “I did.” He sounded a little confused by his confession.

“Thank you for trying it. It was so hot.” Max heard your words and registered them. It was as if he read your thoughts. He flipped over so he was on his back and let out a wince and sharp intake of breath which made you smirk because he was feeling exactly what you had felt before.

“It’s not that bad is it?” He screwed his face up before shaking his head. He really didn’t want to admit that yes, it did kind of hurt and that you were right after all. But the only thing you could focus on was the fact that he was hard and pressing right against your inner thigh.

“Oh!” You exclaimed through shock. “You really did enjoy it.” Teeth sinking into your bottom lip to hide your obvious smile. “Enough that I will let you do it again some time.” He revealed.

“I’ll hold you to that, Verstappen.” And without much warning or notice, Max slid the tip of his aroused cock up and down your seeping folds bringing a loud, undeniable gasp from you. Sitting up and grabbing a fist full of your hair Max used your straddled position and obvious surprise to his advantage.

“Please,” he paused for the briefest of moments to slip inside of you “do.”

[moshpitgamma]

HIII!!! It's me. The infamous asker ONCE AGAIN!

OKAY. SO THIS ONE IS RLLY WEIRD TO ASK. AND PROBABLY ALSO TOO LONG mfmfngm

Is it alright if I asked for seperate NSFW hcs for Creek and Branch with a submissive fem!reader who is:

generally shy but absolutely LOVES complimenting them in general (just bc she feels like they deserve it despite Creek's ego probably being THE FUCKING WORST)

touch-starved, a bit insecure in general

tends to get easily flustered (who may have a thing for being praised in bed and all that jazz )

but I'd also like to hear what they would say to the reader specifically AJFJKDMGM THANK YOU HAVE A NICE DAY😋😋🤭

Since we all are waiting on the Mega Poll🙄😂 I have decided to feed my Babies till the big story gets decided and hope you have a nice day to Hun🤭🫶🏾

||Separate Nsfw Headcannons||

Creek and Branch x Submissive Fem!Reader

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•Creek•

🧘‍♂️He just loves it when his baby just boosts his big ass ego and I would like to think he has a massive kink for praise himself.

Will be into degrading and will do it just to see your pretty eyes tear up from pure humiliation.

Will call you cute nicknames in public and WILL call you out from your embarrassment. Don’t worry tho he’s making up for it in bed with his skilled and flexible hands.

If he sees you looking at yourself wrong in the mirror or saying bad things about your image, he is fucking you lopsided while whispering affirmations in your ear. (Will ask you to repeat them while he’s ball deep in your wetness)

You guys have a compliment contest that usually ends up with you guys getting handsy. “Your yoga moves were so graceful bub ” “Well I can show you something even better my sunshine” Creek says as he walks towards you teasingly

Creek likes to sometimes take advantage of his flexibility and loves to put you into those positions that looks hard as hell (but babes he makes you scream from how deep he is😩)

He knows how flustered you get so he gives you playfully spanks throughout the day.

The first time he praised you in bed he could’ve sworn he say stars in your eyes. But you confirmed it turned you on when he called you a good girl and your tail starting wagging vigorously.

You’re not the only one touch starved hun. He’s grabbing, licking, touching, and kneading everywhere he can on your skin

Loves to leave hickeys and love bites all on you just so he can cuddle you and trace those sensitive areas

•Branch•

When you compliment him he doesn’t know how to act at allll. He’s blushing and sputtering out thank you’s and is whispering some compliments back to you

Since this man has been isolated for some years, seeing you react to his praising is like him finding hella materials for his bunker. This man is playing with your switches and over stimming you with his words (fingers🤭)

Will get real flirty with you and sensual just to see you blush and get caught off guard.

He probably has a praising kink like Creek and just wants to stuff your cunt while you’re thanking him for treating you so well👀

If he finds out you’re being insecure and talking bad about yourself, he is picking you up with no effort and fucking you in front of a mirror till you plead him to stop and take everything you said bad about yourself back

You guys usually go back and forth with compliments and love comments. He’ll use his dirty mind and say a sex joke in the midst of it. “You have such a nice structure and a nice nose” “Well love, how about you come ride it” (I have a thing for big noses ok😢)

Since Creek has flexibility, Branch has strength. Likes to pick you up and fuck you against walls, shelves, and counters for where your legs are dangling and barely touching the floor.

Likes to give teasing touches all over your body to get you flustered

When he first figured out you were into praising it was when he complimented your friendship bracelet making skills and he saw your cheeks turn red and your tail was wagging. (He also picked up on how your thighs rubbed together)

He’s not too big on leaving love marks or bites on your body but loves to fill you up with his seed and loves to make you stare at yourself in the mirror and show him how beautiful you are being filled with his essence…

HOPE YOU BABIES LIKE IT🤭🫶🏾🤍I know it’s not a lot but it’s something🤷🏿‍♀️

[mental-health-advice]

submission about being inpatient

So I feel chronically suicidal, I get assignments to do and I do them a lot more lately, I feel like no one likes me, and I don't like myself. I am in hospital, and I feel really scared that people are going to kill me. I have to do this thing where I put a fist in the air for revolution, and it can be fun but it makes people around me stare at me. I don't want to shower lately, and I look like I'm homeless a little bit. I find my Mum arrogant, and I had fantasies about putting her in a psychiatric facility to pay her back. I punched someones hands and cursed her. I guess I believe in curses. I had OCD and still do... I thought that my parents were going to die and I thought it was my fault. I miss my puppy and I abused him. I want mental health help but I don't want medication. I'm really sick from the medication and it's making me like a zombie. I have Functional Nuerological Disorder and I think it's because of the medication. I keep obsessing over when I get to stop taking it. I met this woman who said you can never get out of psychiatry, which is my biggest fear. I have a psychologist and he is good. I just wish I could see him more often. I skipped school and I didn't finish high school or university. I'm 31 and I'm infertile from the medication. I smoke a lot of cigarettes. I am overweight and I really look bad. I wanted to be a revolutionary and it involves embarassing myself.

Hey there,

Wow, it certainly sounds as though you are going through quite a lot right now. I am so sorry to hear that you are in hospital currently but maybe it’s the best place for you to be right now and especially as you are feeling chronically suicidal. In hospital you are also able to receive support and help 24/7 and at times this can come in handy and especially if you are having a really bad or horrible day.

I do not think it was right for that woman to make that comment that once you are in psychiatry you can never get out. I know of plenty of people who have been really bad mental health wise but then made an amazing recovery where yes, they may still see a psychologist once every few months but have been able to come off medication and are now doing really well.

I know that being on medication can be really hard and scary and especially with some of the side effects, but I encourage you to speak to your prescribing doctor about these fears you have and wanting to come off them. I am not in anyway suggesting that they will say you can come off medication but they may be able to tweak dosages a bit or change your medication to something else which is a bit more bearable for you. Definitely worth a conversation to have when you are feeling up to it don’t you think?

In terms of not liking yourself, with time this can also change. It doesn’t matter what you look like, your weight, you are perfect just as you are and once you start to feel a bit better mental health wise maybe you could talk to your psychologist about improving your self-esteem and self-image if this is something you are wanting to focus on in your recovery. I know this won’t be easy to do though, I am still struggling with that myself greatly, but with baby steps and slowly chipping away at things I know you will get there, as will I in time! You are not alone!

I really hope that this has helped a bit and please do let us know if we can help to support you in any other way!

I’m thinking of you and hope you are doing OK!

Take care,

Lauren               

[saltminerising]

Running An Art Shop With Minimal Crying 101

Hey y’all, not sure what compelled me to write this Now but I wanted to put together a list of helpful ‘good business practice’ tips for artists who want to start selling commissions on FR and want to build up a good reputation and make bank. I’m not sure if I’d feel comfortable throwing this on the forums personally so here you go, y’all have to look at my stupidly long possibly helpful brutally honest post cuz I don’t know where else to put this.

I’ve been doing art on FR since I was a young teenager in 2015 and through that time I’ve definitely learned some lessons the hard way. I’ve taken on more than I could handle, I’ve let commissions rot for months because I got overwhelmed… you know what I mean. Here’s some of what I’ve learned over the years that’s helped me run a consistently successful art shop for well over a year now.

I don’t have a tumblr and I don’t know how to add a ‘read more’ to a submission, so happy scrolling <3 I apologize for causing some people a very minor inconvenience

-Do not take prepayment for either more than three commissions at a time, or more than the number of commissions you think you can finish within a month or two, whichever is smaller. This is especially true if you’re like me and you have ADHD. Trust me, the more commissions people have already paid for you have piled up in your to-do list, even if they’d only take you 20 minutes each, you will get more overwhelmed and discouraged and people will wonder why it’s taking you so long. Even if you aren’t getting concerned PMs, a lot of people are just too anxious or polite to ask for updates. (On the flipside, if you commissioned someone and haven’t gotten any word/updates in a while, you’re not in the wrong to ask how things are going and when you can expect an update.)

-Full payment upfront is something I definitely recommend for smaller pieces (headshots, sketches, etc) you can finish in one sitting. However- if you’re doing a ref sheet, a rendered fullbody, etc, and you’ll be spending multiple sessions on the piece and getting feedback for it multiple times- split it up, take half upfront and half either after the sketch is approved, or before you send them the final unwatermarked version. I’ve done dozens of commissions like this and never had a problem, personally. There’s a low chance of a customer backing out on you if you’ve already started and sent WIPs because, y’know, sunk cost, and on the other hand it is reassuring to customers (especially if your shop is new) that if you drop off the map, they paid $20 upfront and got at least a sketch, instead of paying $40 upfront for an unfinished piece.

-In the same vein: if you’re doing a large piece like a rendered fullbody, ref sheet, etc, more communication is always better than less! I always stay on the safe side here. Some people will tell you they just want you to go apeshit and do whatever you think will look cool, other people might have much more specific ideas of what they want and how closely your artwork needs to match the image of their character in their head. Send them the sketch and ask them if they want any changes. Send them the lineart and ask if it looks good. If you’re working on a time-consuming painting that will take you weeks to finish, please please please, communicate! Send updates! Your customers will feel a lot less anxious about how long you’re taking if you keep them posted (plus this is just a personal thing but I love seeing peoples’ artistic process, it sparks joy!!)

-If, once again, you’re like me and stuff like painted fullbodies take you so much longer than other commission types- the worst thing you can do is underprice. Let’s say a detailed, shaded dragon fullbody takes you, for instance, 8 hours, maybe longer because you get burned out and can’t finish it in just one sitting, but you don’t think people will buy an $80/8kg fullbody. Do not lower the price you think your art is worth. If fullbodies take you really long compared to other art, or you get unmotivated, just… don’t offer painted fullbodies, or scenes with multiple characters, or whatever. If there’s a form of art you’re capable of creating but it’s faster, more fun, and gets you more money to do smaller things, just do more smaller commissions instead of taking the big ones. This one was a lifesaver for me.

-Once again in the same vein: It is okay to say no. Just because you are physically/artistically capable of drawing a detailed scene of multiple dragons with complex apparel, doesn’t mean you won’t get burnt out or bored. For me, larger pieces take exponentially longer because I just get bored and don’t want to work on them anymore. If someone asks if you can draw something that will require so much of your personal time and effort to go into a single piece, just say no. Sometimes I’ll say yes to some big commissions because I think the character is cool and inspiring and I want to draw them; otherwise, I will admit, I’ve said no to big commissions because I personally found the character boring as hell (though I wouldn’t phrase it that way). And that’s ok! 

-If you are going to be really busy in the near future, stop taking commissions. You have finals? Don’t say “sorry if things take forever, I have finals”… just don’t take the commissions while you’re busy. If you have too much on your plate, commissions will just stress you out more, and nobody likes to draw motivated by stress. There’s nothing wrong with temporarily pausing your art shop. Put your mental health first. And if you aren’t able to get commissions done on a regular basis because of mental health, or because you don’t give enough of a shit about other peoples’ characters: don’t do commissions. I don’t mean this in a bad way; I’ve been in that spot before and it’ll just cause more stress and guilt than it’s worth. 

-NO PARAGRAPHS. That sounds hypocritical of me writing this lol but do not put long paragraphs in your art shop, ever. I promise nobody will read it. Put your rules, and any other information, in bullet points that are one or two lines. Keep your rules clear, simple, unambiguous and short, or everyone will ignore it and I won’t blame them. Put titles and subtitles wherever you can. If you have a block of text longer than probably five lines, it will be ignored by most people. I have decided not to buy art from people because I didn’t want to have to dig through blocks of text for information.

….so yeah I think that’s about all I can think of at the moment. time to sit back and get yelled at for not being able to shut the fuck up and get to the point lol, hope you (yes you) have a great day c:

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

              BOUND SERIES: PART 1 (THE NEGOTIATION)

Prompt: Y/N decides to look for a Dom to have her first real Submissive experience. She just didn’t expect him to be so breath taking (Yes, it’s a shitty description, but I don’t wanna ruin it! Hahahah)

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: + 18, BDSM, cursing(me and my sailor’s mouth) and adult subjects (For now)

Notes: I’ll probably make a little series out of this, so here’s how it all started... Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Tagging: @blondekel77, @drew-is-boo, @akiko-tanaka, @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan, @new-zealand-chic (maybe? sorry babe)

I was sitting in one of the outside tables at a small coffee shop, paitiently waiting for him to show up. He wasn´t late or anything like that, I was the one that arrived earlier, from what I’ve heard he was extremely on point. That's why I wasn't surprised when he turned around the corner at 2:00 p.m. sharp. The friend who've had indicated him to me, did mentioned his incredible size and beauty, but man I still got caught off guard by it.

He's a fucking walking dream. Bulky type, extremely tall, piercing blue grayish eyes, shoulder lenght black hair that was tighly secured in a low ponytail, dark beard, incredibly defined arms and thick strong thighs. He was dressed approprietely, not too fancy but not too sloppy either, simple rolled up sleeves plain black dress shirt, perfectly fitting jeans and some casual discreet boots. He was breath taking! And I wasn't the only one who've noticed his incredible dominieering energy that seems to exudes from his body naturally.

His eyes scanned through the tables 'til his gaze found mine, he confidently approached were I was sitting.

"Y/N I presume?" He has a slight accent, but I can't pick up from where...

It took me a second to recover "Yes, that's me" I give him a shy smile

He smiles widely back at me, letting a beautiful pair of dimples on display "I'm Drew"

"Y/N" I shook the hand he offered me, frowning soon afterwards "But you already know that" I whisper

He chuckled lightly "Can I get you anything from inside?" He points towards the coffee shop

"No, I'm good! But thank you" I raise my latte cup

"Ok then, I'll be right back" He says as he entered to grab himself a drink

My nerves was stariting to get the best out of me, I was sweating profusely, I felt like my hair was a mess, my makeup too minimal, my clothes too simple, I hadn't sprayed enough perfume, was there something on my teeth? Do I smell bad? What if he thinks I'm ugly? Or too fat? Should I try to suck my belly in? Is that gonna work? I could already feel all of those old ghosts from the past calling for me.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He says already sitting in front of me

I startled a little "Oh sorry, I didn't notice you came back"

"Yeah... Is there something bothering ya?" He carefully searchs my face for something...but I'm not sure what...

"Just you know, deep in thoughts" I try to shake it off

"Right.. Are these thoughts any related as to how much you're feeling insecure with your own image because of me?" He asks

*Damn! Why is he so good at this?* I thought

I debated whether or not I should lie to him, but I figured he would find out if I did eventually so I didn't bother

"Kind of, yeah.." I vaguely say

"Why Y/N?"

"Because I mean, look at you! Who wouldn't feel insecure around you? You're a very good looking man and well.."

"And you're a very good looking woman, so what's the matter? There's something else" He starts to search for something again and I can feel his getting close to find it..

I feel like I'm going through a polygraph test and he won't stop until he finds the truth "Daddy issues" I bitterly laugh "For real and not just you know, as a joke" I whisper as I prepare myself for him to walk off at any minute.

After 5 long minutes of silence I raise my head to find him still just sitting there, looking at me.

"Are you not gonna like..leave?" I ask softly

"Why would I?" He asks in a soothing voice

"Because, I'm fucked up?"

"And who isn't?" He lightly chuckles

"I- I'm confused" I whisper

"Look Y/N, I'm a man, a real man not an immature little boy. I'm not going to walk off because a beautiful adult woman has some self esteem issues due some fucked up things an immature little boy self proclaimed man did to her" He didn't even blinked "I'm not here to make you feel bad about yourself, I'm here so you can see your true self darling, not a twisted blurred vision from somebody else" He squeezed my hand

"Would you like to do this another time?" He asks

"No, please I- I would like to do this now if that's ok" It was weird how comfortable he made me feel

"Of course darling, whatever you'd like" He softly brush his fingers on my cheek "Thank you Y/N, for being honest, trusting me and being so up front about something so personal and hurtful" He hold my hand on his own and press a light kiss on my knuckles

He left me so speechless I could only nod in response.

"Where do you want to begin then, love?" He asks

"I've never officially done this before so, I don't kno- Where are you from? I can hear a very light accent, but is so faint I can't pick up where it's from" The curiosity took the best out of me.

He laughs before saying "Scotland, love"

"Oh, cool" Was all I could say

We've talked about everything, cultural differences, work, hobbies, movies, tv series, books, travels, food...it was pretty clear that we matched, which I was glad. My heart skipped in my chest once I heard his next question

"Well, I think we both can agree that there's some chemistry between us, love. So I would love to do a test scene with you so we can see if this chemistry goes beyond the talking. Would you be interest in that?"

"Yeah, of course. I would love that" I smile softly

"Good. Let's negotiate a scene then shall we?" He says mirroring my smile

He unlocks his cellphone and begin to type something on it.

"Alright, let's start with a simple one. Are you into pain?"

"Yes"

"To what level? Light, moderate or hard?"

"Moderate"

"Soft limits?"

"Um... age play, floggers, nipple clamps, temperature play, pet play, orientation play, exhibitionism..I guess that's it"

"Hard limits?"

"Scat play, minors/ children, chemical play, race play, needle play, serious bodily injury, animals and fisting"

"Do you have any medical issues Y/N?"

"No"

"Do you take any type of prescripted medication?"

"Yeah, contraceptive pills"

"Do you have any addictions? Legal or illegal substances"

"I smoke cigarrettes, sporadically"

"What word would you like do use as our safewords?"

"I would like to keep the three basic colors please"

"Ok, and safe signs? For when your mouth is restained"

"I don't know.."

"What do you think about 1,2,3? 1 for green, 2 for yellow and 3 for red?" He asks

"That sounds good"

"What would you like as aftercare?"

"Um..maybe some cuddling? And some candy" I blush and he sweetly smiles

"Are you ok with the following: General bondage, spanking, sex toys, degradation, praise, breath play, trichophilia, edge play, fear play?"

"Yes, I'm ok with all"

"Would you like to have intercourse?"

I froze at that question

"Y/N, I asked if you would be interested in having intercourse?" He says softly

"I didn't knew that was an option" I whispered

"Generally it isn’t, but like I said, you're a very beautiful woman and I would be lying if I said I don't feel attracted to you" His eyes were glued to mine “But that’s up to you, love”

“Yes I would be interested in it” I murmured

He smiles fondly “Is there anything else, besides fisting, you don’t look forward to do during intercourse?”

“Not really..I just have a problem with anal”

“You don’t like it?” He asks

“I don’t mind it actually, is just that, past experiences were not really that pleasant”

“I see..well anal sex can be extremely pleasurable to the woman, but that will depends on who’s performing it. We have to prep you properly before hand, have the right amount of lubrication and patience, love. But we’ll get to that when it’s time, don’t worry. I’ll never do something that we have not fully agreed on with before hand”

I nod.

“Okay, double penetration, how do you feel about it?”

“I’ve never done it, but I would like to try it”

He smirks at me “Alright, love. So, as our test scene I was thinking about setting a time limit, like 30 to 40 minutes to keep the scene short, just to feel our chemistry together”

“I’m good with that” I respond

“What would you look forward to do on that scene?”

“Um...some bondage..degradation maybe? And maybe intercourse too?” I blush

“That sounds like a plan, love” He winks “When would you like to do it?”

“Can we do it now?” I eagerly ask

“I like the way you think Y/N” He smirks as he got up from the chair “C’mon love” He offers me his hand “Let’s tie you up”

I took his hand as we walk down the sideblock. Oh God, what the hell was I doing?...

                                To Be Continued....

Thoughts on this series 👉👈?

[kimabutch]

Hey if you want to ramble about the extremely fucked history of wet nursing, I’d be interested to hear it?

Oh wow ok, so I’m a little concerned about getting things wrong since it’s been several years since I’ve researched this in detail — so please take whatever I say here with a grain of salt, more to encourage further research than as law. 

With that said! Wet-nursing (which is the act of breastfeeding and often caring for another person’s infant) is, imo, value-neutral — obviously there are some health benefits for birthing parents to breastfeed their own children, but there are plenty of situations in which wet-nursing is required or preferable. And also obviously, it’s something that’s happened across all cultures, historically and presently, to a greater or lesser extent. 

However, I mostly studied 17th-18th century French and English wet-nursing where wet-nursing was, for a while, extremely commonplace among the upper classes (actually in France, wet-nursing was more widespread to even the lower-middle class and continued as an industry well into to the 19th century.) 

And this is where the fucked up parts are, so I’m gonna put them under the cut. CW for serious sexism, racism, and classism.

So, the people employed as wet-nurses were almost always low-class, and in the colonies, they were often enslaved Indigenous and/or Black women. Both lower-class (often rural) people and people of colour were regarded as 'closer’ to nature (more animalistic, more in tune with how parents are ‘naturally’ supposed to act, more fertile), which made them better at breastfeeding.

There were also strong beliefs about what kinds of breasts were best for breast-feeding, and these were often associated with Black women (actually, the racism surrounding breast shape is a whole Thing, and also one I know a lot less about.) 

Particularly in colonial America, this ties in to the “Mammy” stereotype — which comes from enslaved Black women who acted as wet-nurses and who were “idealized” as submissive, motherly, de-sexualized, etc. (again, I studied wet-nursing mostly in a European context, so this isn’t something I know as much about.)

In France and Britain themselves, wet-nurses were either brought in from the country to live with the families or (more commonly, especially in bigger cities like London) infants were sent to live with the wet-nurses: there was this idealized pastoral image of ‘simple’ rural life, with country air that was better for children. 

Many rich fathers were glad for the lack of screaming child around, and also for the chance to churn out children more quickly — since you’re less likely to get pregnant while lactating. 

It shouldn’t be too surprising that wet-nurses weren’t particularly well-treated, paid, or regarded, despite their apparent necessity. I mean, even in cases when they were literally vital, for example, in foundling hospitals, for infants whose parents were dead, they were often mistreated — I can’t find my source for this, but I remember reading a harrowing account of a foundling hospital in which wet-nurses were given experimental treatments for syphilis to pass onto the infants in their care, but the treatment included fucking mercury, leading to mass death. 

Also, wet-nurses who had children of their own sometimes had to wean them earlier to give more milk to others’ children, which...... is not good (I think this may have been more of a problem in France than England, as France again had more of a wet-nursing industry.)

Anyways! When anti-wet-nursing pushback came, it came hard, and, unsurprisingly, that pushback was full of the same sexism, racism, and classism that had spurred wet-nursing in the first place!

Now, poor country folks weren’t good and wholesome, they were neglecting or even drugging their charges, they were stealing from their employers, etc. (I suspect, though don’t know, many of these same accusations were levelled at Black and/or Indigenous wet-nurses)

Now, mothers were considered selfish if they didn’t breastfeed, unloving and unfit and trying to take men’s place; during the Enlightenment breastfeeding became this symbol of women’s "natural” drive to stay at home and care for kids (and men were even counselled to supervise their wives while breastfeeding, because apparently they couldn’t manage it themselves.) 

There was also this whole medicalization of breast-feeding that went along with the field of midwifery becoming male-dominated, medicalized, and forcibly & deliberately pushing out women midwives — not that it’s a bad thing that birthing parents got better medical care before, during, and after birth, but it came with the belief that neither a birthing mother nor any other woman could fully understand childbirth. 

That’s a lot of rambling, but I hope that whets your appetite! I’ve included a few books that I referenced when I was researching this — again, this was many years ago when I was an undergrad with access mostly to my uni’s library. I have no doubt there are better, more current & accurate sources for this same time period, and definitely encourage you to look for them. 

Fildes, Valerie. Wet Nursing: A History from Antiquity to the Present. Oxford: Basil Blackwell, 1988.

Schiebinger, Londa. Nature’s Body: Gender in the Making of Modern Science. Boston: Beacon, 1993.

Sussman, George D. Selling Mothers’ Milk: the Wet-Nursing Business in France, 1715-1914. Urbana: University of Illinois, 1982.

[painted-crow]

Submission time #17, with Varna

Hello Paint,

(Sorry if this is the second time you see this, I think my internet lagged the first time, I'm not trying to be annoying. I'm sorry.)

No problem! It only showed up once, your Internet did indeed lag.

Can I ask for your opinion on what my sorting could be? There's a possibility that even if I will hit the right answer I'll doubt it and run myself into another session of overthinking and I will never settle down on my sorting. This is one of the reasons why it's hard for me.

Huh. Sounds like if you have any Bird, you're not trusting it to settle on conclusions.

Other one is that I don't really see my morals a lot. Feelings, thoughts, wants, cravings, prejudices, yes, but not really motivations. The more I get new information the more I get stuck.

Burned Bird is looking like a potential candidate here.

For example, your last answer about what primaries need to be stable — badger sounded familiar, because I really don't feel I can make any positive change. It's true I always wanted to have a group of friends, but I do not have a community. Apart from a couple of friends and my family, there is no active community I'm a part of, or at least that I realize I am. But I really resonate with the wish to feel connected.

Okay, there's some big Loyalist stuff happening here.

My inner world is too messy to be a raven primary.

Hmm, I don't know about that. Firstly because every Bird looks different, but secondly because if you are a Bird, you're pretty Burned and may have been for a while. I wouldn't dismiss it out of hand, is all.

I don't know how much my inner people are important to me. Part of this is the fact that I view my family as always being on the side that will need the help most, I know how much we have, what we need, what are the inner thoughts and feelings. This view of mine seems to have a reason, not just simple 'it's my people', so that's why I don't know where I stand with snake primary.

That is interesting. It sounds kind of Badger: "these are the people who need help most."

I am messy inside, I base my actions and views on feelings a lot. I'm probably an internal based primary from this, but sometimes I really wish I'd be Badger.

I've been reading ahead a bit. You might be a burned Badger.

I will try to base this on the quiz, if it's alright.

Ambivalent answers:

If people in your family or community disagree with you, is it hard to act against their wishes?

If me and my family would disagree on something, like a big life decision or something life changing, yeah, I would care. I know I tend to see things only from one side or miss something important, so kind of need someone to come in and check the 'wiring'. But I guess I would push my point if I really know and think I'm right. It would be harder to act against their wishes, I think.

I never think this question is about 'right things' until I read that answer xD silly me. I think doing something and just disagreeing could be two different things in my head here. But I guess even if you don't see yourself as an active community member, the disapproval would still get to you.

The quiz answers that read to the effect of "I don't care, I'm gonna do what I think is right" are Lion answers. I don't get a Lion vibe from you; I get a mix of Bird system, Loyalist drives (particularly burned Badger, which tends to look Snakey), a whole lot of confusion, and some self-distrust.

"I tend to see things from only one side" I have a hard time believing this is true of you. You keep coming in with all this burned Bird stuff, even though your motivations are so Loyalist flavored. Current hypothesis is that you're a burned Badger with a burned Bird model.

Alternatively, you might be a burned Bird with a system that includes a lot of Loyalist ideals, and you consider those the most stable parts of your system so you're hanging on tight to them.

But I think it's more likely that you're a Badger who Burned and started leaning heavily on a Bird primary model, and then you burned that too--but you've been using it more recently, it's closer to the surface, and it shows up in your thought and language patterns.

Someone points out a flaw in your logic. Their argument makes sense, but there's something about it that just bothers you. Do you change your ways because of what they said?

In a high stakes situation, I probably would. I'd think about it, I'd try it in the other way, maybe continue or go back to my own because I've got experience and now my feeling might have a base. In a low stakes one, I would probably not care much.

Interesting. This supports the "Bird is a model" theory, I think.

What if everyone you loved left you? They betrayed you, abandoned you, or died, and you're hurting. What keeps you moving forward?

I'd get into work just, so I could cope. I don't know what to answer on this. There would be nothing to keep me moving. How can you wish to trust someone again when someone you loved betrayed you? You might want it, but not hope to.

It's not like I get to see and do stuff even if everyone I love is ok, so that would not really change anything. Work to not have to feel things and hope some sweet and warm community will adopt you, so you could start to heal.

This answer is so Burned Badger and it also makes me want to hug you. I get this feeling like this isn't entirely a hypothetical for you.

You're at a crossroads in your life. You've made your pro-con lists. You've talked to people you respect. Choice A looks like the right choice. It's the one everything is telling you is the right choice-- your lists and your advisers tell you it's the right choice, but it just feels wrong. So you choose Choice B.

I don't know. Only the situation show what my reaction would be. It would be selfish, but if something inside me nagged...

Interesting, this is the first Lion-ish thing you've said so far. It's normal to have a few answers that don't match though.

Do you think you're a good person?

So, no. People are nice, kind, not good. And not me.

🥺 the burned Badger is strong with this one

Or you can imagine the snarkiest snake secondary smile cheekily saying 'Oh, please, define good for me' just to avoid answering the question and to make the other party talk about this. You'd better listen to them talking about all kinds of ways a person can be good, that's how you hate the question and don't know how to answer it or don't find the answer.

I know the answer is not intended to be seen like this, but that's the image my mind paints to me.

Vehement answers:

What's your top priority?

For me this will be a very Lionish answer — my goals. I want to find my own place, I want to find something I love to do, something I'm passionate about. Not only find, but be able to take it and have it actively in my life. The skeptic in me wants to ask — who's still trying to make the world a better place? The same voice keeps asking who thinks like a lion? Confirmation bias would say I am a snake here.

I don't think either of those is you, from what you've written so far. I think you're trying to find your place in the world, somewhere you fit, and it's hard. You want somewhere stable to land so you can seek out connections without worrying about them slipping away. I might be reading too much into this.

Would you lie to an acquaintance to save their peace of mind? Would it make you feel grimy to do it?

Most likely I would not lie, but tell it in the kindest way possible, if there is such. At the same note, I would like to be both truthful and kind. Would I actually? This part of me is talking, but I know I'd do anything to avoid anything that is uncomfortable, and I'd lie if it wouldn't be a high stakes situation, and also lie in the high stakes one too.

Again, you don't trust yourself to do the right thing. Yikes, you're Burned.

There's also a big chance that if I don't know this person very well, I would maybe not even notice that it was a situation like this. Yeah, so that's why I can't sort myself, I get too much into this, plus I can say one thing but do or decide on a different thing on the spot.

Let's say I would not want to lie. It's better to know, and I believe how people speak, communicate with you things like that can mean a lot, and they can make it better or worst.

This whole answer is very burned Bird.

When you're making a decision and you're stuck, what should you do?

I'd want to go to my friends, if I could, to speak and talk it through, to see how I react to what they say and maybe for them to tell me what I do not see or talk me to do the thing I don't want to do. Nope, I'm not a raven.

No, but you do have a burned model. I'm starting to sound repetitive. I might end up trimming a few questions here.

Do you listen to your intuition?

I guess I do.

Lions are not this indecisive about it, unless Burned. But I don’t think you're a burned Lion. Or a healthy one for that matter.

You can’t help everyone in the world who needs it, but you wish you could.

So with this question I think I really can sense some dehumanization happening. I do care. But I know there is not much I can do. I don't think about this, I numb whatever is not helpful or needed.

Burned, burned Badger.

What's the point of me worrying and feeling bad about stuff while I can't do anything? None. So I worry and feel in the situations, where I can do something. When I can help and do something I feel better, maybe even, yeah, a good person. But if I only feel bad about something, without an action, this would make me feel bad about myself, that part is true. But I choose to help and feel good about that what I can do.

Here we're getting to the heart of things, I think--this is how you propped up your Badger with your Bird model. You set some reasonable, logical conditions under which you'd let yourself care.

But it doesn't seem to have worked for you. Shutting yourself off from caring ultimately seems to have made you feel worse.

If you were a Bird with a Badger model (like I was), and you tried to do this (like I did), you'd probably have been fine (yep). But you're not a Bird, and this is so intrinsic to you, and it's so much harder for you.

There are other healthy limits you can set on a Badger primary. I don't know if the ones I set for myself will work for you, because mine are pretty Birdy and you've already tried that.

Consider, though:

"But if I only feel bad about something, without an action, this would make me feel bad about myself..."

So far it seems like you've been avoiding this by trying to shut off your empathy in situations where you can't help, and that isn't working for you--it's hurting you not to let yourself feel.

Maybe instead, you could try to let go of some of the responsibility you're putting on yourself. You find someone you can't help, you wish them well, pray for them if that's something you do, but try to train yourself out of feeling shitty about not doing more. It's not your job to fix the whole world--there are other people who care about it too. Your impact matters, but caring for everyone has to be a team effort, you know?

Not taking action for every cause you see doesn't make you a hypocrite, and it doesn't mean you don't care. It means you know you have limits. You can't pour from an empty cup.

(I know, there are plenty of organizations and activists who will try to make you feel like an uncaring hypocrite for not giving them time or money or whatever. If you believe this, you'll end up feeling bad no matter what, because there are way more people doing this than any person could ever keep up with. They're just trying to guilt or shame you into focusing your energy on them specifically, and I have... limited patience with this tactic. They're in the wrong, not you.)

On a related note, maybe watch less news. It's designed to get an emotional reaction out of you--specifically, "everything sucks, this is horrible, I have to keep track of it by watching more news, I have to spread this news link in the hopes that someone who can help will see it." The news is designed to sustain itself, not to give you an informed view of what the outside world is like. It reports disasters, not kindness.

Quiz thinks I'm Lion, I don't know why I don't believe it.

Probably because you aren't.

I'm still afraid I'm Snake.

You're not a Snake. Snakes are okay with being Snakes (unless Burned). You're afraid you're a Snake because burned Badgers look like Snakes, and you're afraid that Burned is your default state of being.

The quiz really doesn't show that, but I really wish to have a big snake relationship. When I'm far from home I feel it's not my place, not my home, not my people, but I feel ok at home. I do think people only care about their and you have to become someones' special person to be cared about.

This sounds like sad Badger to me. You wish the world would be more universally caring, but you don't expect it to be.

I do trust my people to be honest and warm inside our relationship and after that trust is lost, I still can be glad for them, communicate, but I can't be vulnerable and honest anymore. There's like a special title, a VIP ticket that lets them see all of me. It hurts to interact with these people, you know something has died.

This is something I've heard Snakes say, but it also makes sense coming from any Loyalist whose trust is fragile due to life experiences.

And then there's family. It's not only that it is family, but everything, all of your experiences, I don't know what it is but it will probably take a lot for a couple of them to lose the VIP title. Actually I think apart from family not even friends get to that place. One did, no one after them did. I do not have that really important person in my life, but my closest family is important.

This does sound Snakey, but I don’t think you're a Snake.

But I am important to myself too, my freedom, my heart, my goals.

That's a good thing. Wonder if you've picked up a bit of a Snake model? You could do a lot worse than that.

This is my short ramble why I think I might be a snake.

I wouldn't say you couldn't be, but I don’t think it fits. You sound too careworn, for (mostly) the wrong reasons, to be a Snake.

Thank you for your opinion.

I'm really sorry if this got submitted twice.

Nope, all good! Hope this was helpful.

Hugs, and good luck!

[willownoir1112]

Hello you beautiful people of Tumblr! Wyn here with day two of White Rose Week! I am humbled by the wonderful response my day one submission received, and I hope everyone continues to enjoy as we continue onward!

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Rules

No one, not even a Goddess, can ever predict a zombie apocalypse. But, to a well organized, if overly sugared mind, even a plague of brain eating former people can be survived. And if said mind is kept in check by an equally overly caffeinated, blueberry and cute dog adoring brain, well, even an attack by creatures even the Grimm fear due to not being immune may in fact be survivable.

"Listen up!" Ruby Rose roars as she looks about at the gathered survivors of Beacon Academy, which had been hit hard by the initial wave of the undead. They have all gathered inside the auditorium, which has been turned into a small fortress by the group of survivors in their desperation and fear. "My beautiful white wolf and I have been planning for this since second year, and we've come up with some rules that everyone needs to follow if we're going to survive this."

"Rules?!" Cardin Winchester cries out in terror as he sits next to a boarbatusk that is actually trembling in fear. "What good are rules against things that won't die?!"

Weiss Schnee sighs as she looks at him with sympathy for his obviously missing brain, thus making him a hundred percent safe from the rampaging hordes. "Because if we follow this list of simple rules, we will keep ourselves and others safe, you ignoramus. Or do all of you want to end up like Jaune?" She points out.

Every single head, whether it belongs to a Grimm, a human, or a faunus shakes vigorously. The blonde in question having made the mistake of approaching what they all believed to be a sick little girl. To their horror, they all watched in an odd detached fascination as the child proceeded to knock him down and start feasting on his face, while his screams turned into something that was simply not human. 

Then the rest of the zombie hordes descended upon them, which is how they all found themselves inside Beacon's auditorium, which was the closest shelter they could safely reach.

"Any other questions?" Ruby calls out, once again getting vigorous headshakes as well as murmured responses in the negative. "Ok, good! Now, let's get started!" She declares as she turns towards a salvaged chalkboard from an otherwise empty storage room and begins to write vigorously. "Rule number one, Cardio! To escape a pursuing zombie you'll need to out-run it, and that means being in good shape!"

"Welp, I'm doomed!" Automne Ombre from team TAPE declares sullenly, his leader, Tyra, nodding in agreement.

"Rennie, I promise Yang and I will take turns carrying you!" Nora Valkyrie declares as she hugs her best friend, who has a look of acceptance for his fate on his face.

Weiss shakes her head. "Ren, you and several others will need to work on your endurance. Or get very good at climbing trees and buildings."

"Arrrr. Roo, ruff ruff." A beowolf barks out next.

"He wants to point out that several Griffons have been turned as well." The Hound declares calmly from where it sits next to Weiss's twin sister Willow, her new Master.

"It was a pleasure to know you all." Ren deadpans seriously as he untangles himself from Nora. But to everyone's surprise, he suddenly strides to Emerald Sustrai and sweeps her off her feet and into a deep kiss.

"Now that's a kiss!" Ruby declares, while Weiss holds up a sign with a number nine on it. Blake holds up an eight, and Yang enthusiastically waves a ten over her head.

"Ahem, can we continue?" Professor Goodwitch calls out, even as she keeps staring nervously at the scroll held in hands threatening to shatter the device if they hold it much more tightly. "Please, Mina. Please answer me." She mutters.

"Fair enough. Ruby, rule number two please?"

"Number does! Double Tap! When in doubt, don't get stingy with your bullets!" The Reaper declares enthusiastically as she brandishes her Crescent Rose above her head.

"As we have all learned now, most zombies won't die from just one hit unless it's a shot to the head, and it will instead get up in very little time - and will then bite you." Weiss continues as the rabbit faunus fawns over her beloved weapon. "The most effective way to prevent this is to take a second shot or a follow up hit to their head which will stop them from attacking again, and surely one more shot can't do too much harm! For this to work, you will need at least two shots in your weapon at all times so you can double tap without having to worry about reloading in time."

You usually won't get that time!" Ruby singsongs before she returns to hugging her sweetheart.

"Luckily, the second shot should be easier as the first shot should take the zombie to the floor and temporarily prevent the zombie from moving." The white wolf finishes before Gibbs slapping her girlfriend. "Stop that, dolt!"

"And just what are you going to do, Weiss?" Blake calls out as she sits next to Ilia, who is staring in fascination at the full sized Drake that has managed to squeeze into the auditorium with them.

"I'm the first tap!" Ruby declares menacingly.

"And I'm the second, Kitten." Weiss follows up coldly.

"I'm convinced." Yang declares firmly as she sits next to Nora, who is watching in surprise as Ren continues to make out with a still surprised Emerald. "So what's the next rule, sis?"

"Limber Up!" She declares enthusiastically. "Before going into a zombie-infested area, you'll need to prepare for the impending running by limbering up."

Cinder Fall, who is sitting next to a shell shocked Pyrrha, holds up her hand. "Hold up! This one doesn't make much sense!"

Dr. Ara Ebony stands while nodding. "I hate to inform you of this, but despite the common notion that stretching prior to exercise reduces the chance of injury, or prepares you for a run, most modern studies point to muscle and tendon stretching exercises prior to engaging in heavy cardio actually reducing performance and increasing the likelihood of muscle, joint, and connective tissue injury." She explains calmly, getting a groan from the Reaper.

"I told you that was a ridiculous rule, Dolt." Weiss adds in agreement.

"Fine! Forget that one!" She sighs as she looks around. "Then let's go with the Buddy System!" She declares as her grin returns. "You can't always look in front of you and behind you at the same time."

"Even though the common zombie has so far proven themselves to be slow they can still surround you and trap you in a corner, so with the help of a buddy you have a better chance of clearing and keeping an area safe." The white wolf explains as she smiles. "There is also another great reason to follow this rule which would be in case you get an injury the assistance of another person can be perfect for this situation."

Velvet stands and looks around. "And, if you don't want to be with people, It's easier using a handgun to your head." 

"We have plenty of them stashed in our dorm room!" Coco adds with a cocky smirk.

"How about sharing some then?!" Cardin cries out. "I don't even own a squirt gun!"

"Apologize to my sister, and we'll talk." Sasha Scarlatina, who is in her first year growls out, her own girlfriend Sarah Arc next to her and already counting her ammo.

To everyone's complete and total surprise, the young man walks to the rabbit faunus and falls to his knees in front of her. "I'm sorry." He declares loudly enough to be heard by everyone present. "I'm an asshole, and I honestly don't deserve a single bit of kindness anyone would show me, but I'm not ready to die."

"Apology… accepted." Velvet whispers, getting a nod from Ruby and Coco both. "Admitting you're an ass is the first step."

"Let us continue." The white wolf looks at her dolt, who nods as she steps forward.

"Don't be a hero." Ruby declares sadly, while looking at the sealed off doors to the auditorium. "It's possibly the most important rule of all. Don't risk your own life just to make yourself look good."

"When taking risks in our new reality, there is always the possibility that you might get eaten alive by zombies. This isn't a risk you want to be taking so rather than trying to go for the "bad boy or bad girl look", Yang." 

"Hey! Not during all this crap!" The Brawler calls back.

"Just simply take a step back and keep yourself safe. Unfortunately, you won't make yourself look too impressive if a zombie is currently biting into your arm. However, remember that there are certain circumstances where perhaps this rule should be ignored, so that maybe you save someone who makes staying alive worth it, or making sure that you will still have a partner to back you up later - as they might be responsible for saving your life later. Always follow this rule... except when you shouldn't." Weiss stops and smiles at Ruby, who grins back at her.

"I'd definitely break it for you, Snowflake!"

"I know you would, my dolt."

"Blargh!" Nora pantomimes gagging, getting scattered laughter from the gathered survivors. 

"Miss Rose, may I add one last rule?" Headmaster Ozpin, who has silently sat next to a shocked into silence Celestia Peach this whole time, calls out.

"Well sure, Headmaster!" Ruby replies while she looks at the instructor with some concern. "And is Professor Peach ok?"

"She will be fine once she gets the image of Jaune being eaten alive out of her head." He replies as he stands and joins them at the podium. Clearing his throat, he takes a sip of coffee before beginning. "Enjoy the little things. As well as surviving all the zombies which obviously will soon be dominating our world, you'll also need to maintain a happy and sane state of mind by keeping positive."

Glynda nods as she joins him, a rare smile on her face as her daughter Silentia sleeps in her arms. "With the constant stress of staying alive with little time to put down your gun and rest, it's important that whenever you do get the time, you spend it on entertaining yourself. Of course, soon it will not be easy to entertain yourself in any extravagant way such as playing games, playing sports or watching trivid. So instead it's best to enjoy the little things that come your way whether that be having fun with another survivor, enjoying a luxury you come across, lying back and forgetting about all the problems in the world or even just destroying a whole bunch of little things. Without enjoying the little things, it's all too easy for you to lose sanity and peace of mind from the constant stress and pains of staying alive."

"We… We really can survive this, can't we?" Velvet murmurs quietly, getting nods from everyone present.

"We sure can, Velvet!" Ruby declares enthusiastically as she loads a fresh magazine into her weapon. "I'm gonna go set up on the roof and clean out the crowd. Maybe we can make it to the cafeteria before we get too hungry."

"I'll come spot for you, Ruby." Blake volunteers as she stands, a nervous Ilia whining as she clings to the panther's hand. "Stay with Weiss, ok?" She asks quietly, getting a nod in response.

"The rest of us need to prepare to reach the cafeteria. We can use tables to barricade the doors and whatnot." Weiss adds as they begin to busy themselves. But one thought runs through all their minds as Weiss gets them prepared and Ruby and several others begin to snipe the undead hordes...

When happened to them to convince them to prepare all these rules?

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-Two Years Ago, November 1st-

Weiss Schnee has regrets. Serious, unadulterated, never ending regrets. After attending her girlfriend's seventeenth birthday party, then going trick or treating (which was fun no matter how much she denied it), the two of them settled down to watch Dr. Merlot's Halloween Scare-a-Minute zombie movie marathon. 

Under normal circumstances, the white wolf and her red rabbit would have laughed their way through the rediculous, often borderline idiotic movies, but this year? Oh no, this year Dr. Merlot upped the horror and gore factors to eleven, then unleashed them on the pair of overly sugared and caffeinated, overly sleep deprived young faunus women, with devastating results.

Daybreak found the two of them huddling in Ruby's old treehouse in abject terror as they clutched their weapons in hands that have gone numb from the pressure. Neither of them dare to sleep, for fear of an undead horror reaching them and eating their precious overly agitated, far past rational thinking brains. 

"Ruby?"

"Yeah Weiss?"

"We need a plan." The white wolf points out as she stares at the trap door to the treehouse, which is currently blocked by a pillar of ice created by her when they fled to the safety of the small hide away in the trees.

"A plan?" The rabbit faunus asks nervously, her finger still on Crescent Rose's trigger and terror in her eyes. Her foot long ears are still twitching and swiveling as she strains all four ears to hear the unmistakable noise of a person's skull being cracked open like an egg to create a zombie feast. "Snowflake, it might be too late for a plan."

"Rules then. Rules we can use to stay alive during the hell of the zombie apocalypse." The white wolf declares as she struggles to both hold her weapon as well as keep her eyes open. "Like a rule about a buddy system."

"You're definitely my apocalypse buddy, Snowflake." Ruby declares as one long ear flops down, the Reaper no longer having the energy to keep it held up in the air. "What about cardio?"

"That is important too." Weiss admits with a yawn as her finger slips off of Myrtenaster's trigger. "And perhaps one about double tapping?"

"Uh huh." Ruby replies sleepily as her other ear falls next, her weapon starting to slowly lower itself to the floor. "And stretching. Don't forget stretching…"

"That's a stupid rule…" The white wolf declares with a yawn as her head slowly makes contact with her taller girlfriend's shoulder. "Think we're forgetting one…"

"It's ok…" The red rabbit admits as her head lowers to sit on her girlfriend's. "We'll think of more later…

[crybabytoy59]

Caught by fate.

I awoke with the mother of all headaches slowly getting out of bed I staggered to the bathroom sitting to pee, as I relived myself flashes came of the party I had been at the night before, boy had I downed the whiskey. But now my head was pounding a need for painkillers & water to rehydrate I staggered to the kitchen pouring a glass of water I took two painkillers.....

suddenly a flashback came over me of a chat with Hanna a close friend from work I remember her teasing me over how drunk I had become, shit a flashback of me in her car came to mind, had hanna brought me home ? If so how did I manage to get my pjs on ? I laughed to myself she must have put me to bed O’crap how would I face her!

Lifting my mobile I messaged her “Hi Hanna did you take me home ? Sorry about that if you did 😂”....I decided to go back to bed for the painkillers to take effect..as I snuggled down Hanna replied to my message “Yes I took you home Pisshead 😂was fine I put you to bed after You had your wee confession moment 🤣🤣😂” I was puzzled by this ? & a little worried that I had said something wrong to Hanna “My confession?” ....a reply came “Yip but Don’t fret I just told you to get down to sleep as you were being a baby”...

Holyshit no way had I told her my secrets? Nah she was. Just using a pun on words, I messaged back “whoops sorry hope I haven’t offended you Hanna” ...

I got no reply but seeing as I was drifting back off to sleep I snuggled under the covers & thought nothing of it......

Six hours later my front door rang ? Pulling on my dressing gown I went to the door to my surprise it was Hanna ?....”Hi you come in” she stepped inside as she passed I told her I was so sorry that she had to deal with me drunk lastnight but to my surprise she simply said “We will deal with that after we have a chat come & sit down” as I sat she looked right at me “Tell me how much do you remember about our wee chat & your confession?” I laughed uncomfortably telling Hanna. I couldn’t remember talking to her about anything in my flat ?

she smiled Holding up her Phone.....My face went bright Red !!

Hanna had my tumblr page on her phone ! She smiled at me warmly then said “Ok Go & Get your stuff please...Now !” ..I stammered Out Wwhat stuff ?, Hanna stood up & left the room, a moment later she came into the living room with my case !! Fuck what had I done, she came over to me “I fucking hate lies Madam ! Get up !” Hanna hauled me up out of My chair, then sat down “Get over my Knee Madam !” ....Hanna please am sorry I cannot believe I told you that..Please Hanna am sorry”.....Hanna grabbed my arm pulling me off balance “Get over my knee Madam am Very angry with You so am going to spank you until you understand who’s in charge Madam ! Having me put You a grown man to bed !“ she hauled My pjs down and started spanking me with my right arm up my back so I could not get away, firmer & firmer she spanked me all the time she asked me repeatedly “What are you Naughty Madam?” After a bit I suddenly started to feel Very submissive Nobody had ever been Dominant with me & here I was Over Hannah’s knee being spanked !

This gorgeous girl Hanna was from our office, all the guys would ogle as she was stunning 5’8” very athletic Hanna was into gymnastics growing-up so had Very muscular legs &  curves most would die for long curly blonde hair huge green eyes & a large smile, I was now over her thick powerful thighs being spanked as she barked again “What are you Naughty Madam?”....

I blurted Out am a sissy Hanna.....”No your more than that Madam tell me !”

Again as the submissive in me stirred I blurted Out “Am a sissy Baby Girlie Hanna....lisping in my best three year old voice !

Hanna pushed me off her lap then spoke “Kneel Babyslave ! Now I have to admit lastnight  I was Very shocked by what you told me ?..But seeing you cry like that over how your feelings to be a submissive Baby to someone I found saddening...That you truly felt such desperation in your life over such Deeply held submission...

So I haven’t slept much due to being up most of the night reading your tumblr blog.....My my we are Quite the Little kinkster aren’t we Babyslave?

“Please Hanna am sorry I put you In that position lastnight am truly sorry” She smiled at me then lent forward “Do you want another Spanking but this time with my belt ? Babyslave ? (I shook my head) I thought not ! No more Big words You Will talk like a Baby to me at all times! If you use Big words I Will punish my Baby Severely Trust Me Babyslave I love punishing Naughty sissy girlie”s” now strip of Mummy”

Yes cuteness Your going to call me Mummy from Now on, that’s unless you want Everyone in the office to know about your Little kink?” I mumbled, no Hanna..suddenly Hanna slapped my face ! “That’s Not How you address me is it Babyslave ?” ........No Mummy...sworry.....” Much better,now strip then unpack your case Mummy has a few things to get ready for her New Babyslave”

As I took my clothes off Hanna filled the kettle & got some thing ready from a leather drawstring bag she had brought with her, but the whole time her eyes were locked on me...

I stripped off My pjs then knelt down opening my case full of my baby gear & bondage equipment laying out each bit in a neat order (Am a bit ocd when it comes to how things are presented) .As I put out the last of my leather pink strapping attachments for my Baby reines Hanna had joined me.

My my Baby we do have quite the collection Don’t we” She giggled looking over my frilly dresses, petticoats, frilly pants, tights,frilly leggings,bonnets ect,

Not to mention my rows of bdsm Toys I had plugs, gags,harnessing, spreader bars, clamps, whips, paddles,floggers all manner of Toys I had built up over the years of self play. But I had not even realised my collection was so large as this was the first time I had layed it All out so very neatly.

Hanna spoke to me as I had my back to her “Ok Babyslave turn around so we can have a wee chat” as I turned around with my hands at My crotch my face bright red, Hanna told me “Handies behind your headie Babyslave !......(As I did she giggled) My my so my Babyslave is turned on by putting All her sissy attire out for her Mummy are we? Sorry Baby Mummy can’t hear you Louder !...Much better but the floor can’t hear you Baby..Look at Mummy !!”

Sworry Mummy ywes Babyslave is exwited by Ywou Mummy, Tears was forming My eyes.. I had waited All my life for this moment ! But worse still Hanna knew it !

She stood up to her full height putting her soft hands on my shoulders moving me side wayside “Good Babyslave Stay there a moment” Hanna picked up a camera taking a few pictures of me, then she came over with the camera bringing the image up on her camera of Me kneeing hands behind my head with a raging hard on! To my right was All my gear clearly layed out in glorious colour for All to see !

Smiling at me Hanna Spoke “Babyslave Tell Mummy where these pictures will end up should you disobey Mummy’s commands?..Yes cuteness Mummy Will send them to everyone at work ! Then Baby Mummy will send them from Your mobile to All your contacts..So Babyslave are you going to Do What Your Told When Your Told ?” ....(My answer was swift Wess Mummy).....”Clever girlie Crybaby.....Yes Mummy knows your name from your perverse stories, but don’t fret Crybaby Mummy is going to love making you cry for her....(Hanna tilted my head to look at her cupping my chin) Yes Crybaby Sweetheart Mummy loves hurting Naughty sissy girlie’s”

She threw down a couple of pillows on the floor then shook a pvc dust sheet out over them “ Ok Babyslave over the cushions spread eagle face up handies behind your headie & Do Not Move !” As I did Hanna lifted one of my special dummy’s putting it into my mouth “So my Babyslave likes cock in her mouth how very interesting Crybaby” she sprayed foam all around the base of my flag pole ! “Let’s take care of this as Baby’s don’t have Any nasty hairs here, Hanna lifted the razor ! Shaving my anal hair she worked around my balls then up to my tummy removing every last hair, my cock twitching the entire time with me whimpering from behind my cock Dummy, this made her smile down at me “Clever girlie Crybaby do you like Mummy’s touch?” ...Wess Mummy.....

Next Hanna shaved my legs, chest & armpits, then rubbed white cream she had brought with her all over my crotch area, I winced as she probed my rear with a blue rubber gloved hand tensing up I thought she was going to make me climax.this brought a giggle from her “ Your a Naughty girlie Crybaby Mummy has not given you permission to do a Cummie so hold it in or I will belt you until Your botty blisters Madam”

Hanna sounded Very sincere in her threat I was being to find out Hanna was quite WKD her joy of Control now taking over her lust for My submission to her Will. I controlled my urge to climax as her fingers slid from My rear to me gasping past my dummy she spoke to me “Ok Sweetheart botty up arch nice & high for Mummy !”

Hanna  slid one of my pink fairy princess Diapers under my bottom pulling it tightly over my shaft, as she tapped the Diaper shut she patted the bulge “Your a Very Naughty girlie Crybaby Mummy will have to take some precautions tomorrow with your Sissy Baby Clittie Sweetheart....Down you go & lift your leggies high up in the air for Mummy” she pulled on my rubber  sealing pants these had 4” rubber leg cuffs & 6” waist band, over them she put on my pink frilly rumba pants they had a huge frilly rear in the shape of a heart.

Hanna lifted the camera again taking more pictures of my now Frilly Diapered body sucking on my Dummy !

Next she had me sit on the Pillows as she pulled on my huge frilly petticoat, this item I had made custom fitting the frilly skirt line stood out 90deg, over that she put my pink boo’peep dress tugging & adjusting it perfectly brought a huge smile like the cat that had the cream “Lay back over the pillows Crybaby girlie”

My cock was now twitching inside the Diaper for realise I put my handies back behind my head spreading my leggies Wide apart, this made Hanna giggle “Clever girlie Crybaby That’s was Very Good Mummy likes Her Baby to assume the position when getting dressed for Mummy”

My mind was racing now as Hanna was teasing me into a Deeper & Deeper Submissive state..

Next she held my leg as she put my frilly white tights on these had a rubber band inside the top frilly part that would cling to my leg without a  supporting suspenders belt. This was followed by my white frilly lace socks the ankles had the cutest pink frills around them.

Hanna hauled me up to a seating position again on the pillows, lifting the camera taking pictures of me sitting proud on the floor legs spread wide in my Baby dress ! “Your such a cutie Crybaby, now lets get You fed & back to bed as Mummy is very tired from being up all night on the computer reading All  Crybaby’s Dirty Filthy stories, then Mummy took her time Buying her girlie some Very special gifts” Hanna had that WKD tone again !

She went behind me pulling me to her chest, the smell of her perfume & body was Devine,she removed My Dummy then fed me from my Character Baby bottle, some warm milk it tasted very sweet as I gulped it down still slightly dehydrated from the party, Hanna mocked my baby bottle as it was Winnie the Pooh character on it.

She fed me four in total I felt quite full as she took my hand leading me to the bed room, she threw the bed covers off onto the floor, patting the bed she spoke “Ok Crybaby girlie sit up on the middle of the bed spread your leggies wide apart Clever girlie”

she took my cuffs & bound my leggies Wide apart,then got on the bed Hanna knelt behind me “Open Wide Crybaby Sweetheart !” She pushed her pants into my mouth gagging Me, they were soaking wet & still hot with her Pee !

“Close Crybaby” next she wound vet wrap around my face this was followed by my pink bondage film, she wrapped my whole head only my eyes & nose we’re left as Hanna picked up my pink Lycra wet look hood, pulling it taught over my head she zipped it up the rear.

She then pushed me back down on the bed taking each wrist in turn to cuff them Wide apart to the headboard.

I was now spread eagle on the bed for her as she giggled at my tummy gurgling? “Yes Crybaby Sweetheart Mummy Put some nice suppositories up Your botty when she probed you’re sissy Hole cutenesses....Not long Now & My Baby Girlie is going to Do lots & Lots of big poppies from her Mummy” she lifted the down throwing it over Me. Then Hanna started undressing right in front of me down to her bra & pants in black lace, she slid under the covers running her hand over my tummy “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it push for Mummy she wants to hear you Go poppies for her...Clever girlie Crybaby  that’s the way push a nice Big load into your Diaper Clever Baby!”

As my rear collapsed to the cramping from the suppositories the rear of my diaper swelling outwards under me.....Hanna was playing with her self ! She was getting off on my Humiliation !!....Panting heavily I heard her climax beside me .....She ran her fingers over my face...the smell of her sex was unmistakable..”Night Night Crybaby Sweetheart...when we wake Mummy will change your diaper....Then Madam am going to Punish You Crybaby Pain Toy.O’yes I read each & every story....am so glad your a masochist Baby As Mummy is Very sadistic..PAIN TOY !!.....

[ootori-sibs]

Kyoya's second shot

Episode three: Dawn of a new day

There was something off about Haruhi the next day, none of the hosts knew what was up with her- no one but Kyoya. He smiled the moment he saw her walk in, face curled into a look of disgust. He noted it down as she sat down, frowning.

11:30 - Haruhi has arrived, it's evident Nekozawa has done his job. It's my turn.

He approached her, trying to not to react to the smell. "Are you alright Haruhi? You look troubled." She looked up at him curiously, tilting her head slightly.

"I think Nekozawa-senpai did something to my bag." Oh. She got it instantly, that was unexpected. Kyoya hummed nonchalantly, not wanting to give anything away.

"What did he-"

"Oh heavens!" Here came the darling king, swooping in to save his precious 'princess'. "Are you alright Haruhi? You aren't cursed are you??" Both Haruhi and Kyoya sighed at that, Kyoya instantly feeling furious at her for sighing- why don't you appreciate your boyfriend's care? Huh? Bitch? Kyoya would love and appreciate that kind of care so much, he's only sighing because his plan is already failing.

"Nah I'm not cursed, I think he put something super stinky in my bag…" she hummed in thought, rummaging through the bag. She pulled out a black envelope, the source of the smell. It was closed with a wax seal and written on in crimson ink, a curse in latin.

Dominus soporem in tenebris, et funiculus iste coccineus et habitatores figure non amare Princeps Ouran. classis superioris, dimiserunt eam cadere a gratia Dei.

Kyoya knew Latin, and he found it amusing what Nekozawa had said, making sure to not show any signs of amusement as Tamaki panicked over the clear curse and Haruhi carefully opened the envelope. The curse read: 'Dark lord in slumber, let this scarlet figure never settle in love with the prince of Ouran. Let her fall from the graces of the upper class'. Kyoya absolutely loved the little nod to his own command, Umehito was always one for poetic justice.

Haruhi pulled a burnt stick of elderwood, the rest of the envelope was filled with dodder and deadly nightshade. It was soaked through with a horrendous perfume, Nekozawa's handiwork, with which he'd gotten Kirimis help, the younger a child the more evil, Kyoya's own brother had told him that. She looked at it with a frown, ignoring Tamaki's wide eyes and blabbering expression, instead heading straight to the bin to dispose of the curse. "What a weird guy, wonder how I annoyed him." But it wasn't him she'd pissed off, and she'd soon be made aware.

"How are you not worried!?" The king cried out, clearly genuinely scared his princess would be hurt. "You were cursed!!" Kyoya sighed, he was unbelievably bitter that Haruhi was already fucking things up for him, but also didn't want Tamaki to fret too much.

"And she got rid of it, therefore: no longer cursed." He hated to admit that his plan was already failing but it was ok, he was sure Nekozawa could up his game on the same day. In fact he quickly sent a text to the councils newly made group chat to ensure it.

Shadow king: Nekozawa. You're not doing well enough, Haruhi has located and dispelled your "curse" within seconds. Do better or we'll move forward without you.

Sorcerer: Of course, it shall be done.

Kyoya was glad Nekozawa was taking his job seriously, although it wasn't a real threat, Kyoya needed him for the plan to work. He returned to his seat, silently continuing with the finances.

Not an hour later, Haruhi was sweating like a pig, looking exhausted and so much more what Kyoya had expected from a curse. She told Tamaki she didn't know what was wrong, he clutched her close, cradling her softly. It made Kyoya feel sick… then Tamaki yelped, pulling his hand away from Haruhi's middle back.

"What the hell was that? You're boiling!" He points to a place at Haruhi's back, and the twins come swooping in, pulling her shirt up just so. Salts, a cloth laden with hot water and salts- a fake fever. Kyoya couldn't believe Haruhi hadn't noticed that before now, it was stupid.

"Huh… that's weird, do you think it was Nekozawa again?" Haruhi asked, holding the cloth, the twins shrugged, tilting their heads in unison.

"Not sure, probably." They spoke in unison, clearly feeling something off. "Why is he suddenly targeting you… did you do something to the puppet?"

"Not that I know of…" The four of them began theorising ways Haruhi could have pissed Nekozawa off, perfect, Kyoya had a willing scapegoat.

Shadow king: Do you have a scoop yet, Komatsuzawa?

Bitchboy: I have a few ideas, but I'd like to change my nickname first.

Child: but it's so fitting

Bitchboy: Silence child.

Shadow king: You may change your name once you prove yourself useful. What's your scoop?

Bitchboy: Well her father's "career" is certainly one sure to cause a stir.

Shadow king: Absolutely not, we will not be insulting Ranka in order to bring Haruhi down. He doesn't deserve that.

Bitchboy: What? Ugh, fine. There's also, we could imply she's been with the twins?

Shadow king: But the twins have done nothing wrong.

Kyoya sighed, sure his plan would hurt them all, but he didn't want to hurt his friends unnecessarily. They didn't deserve that… he could feel the guilt building up again. He was never the best with emotions…

"Mommy dear?"

Tamaki's voice rang in Kyoya's ears, startling him slightly, not looking over but just staring at the numbers on his screen, clutching his phone tightly, as if it would suppress the notification sound. "Yes Daddy?" The stupid nicknames Tamaki insisted on using, it just reminded Kyoya of how things should be. He should be the one by Tamaki's side, club mother, vice president, shadow king. They were the monarchs of Ouran, the most powerful students there, why weren't they together..?

"Are you alright?" Tamaki frowned, leaning closer, wrapping his arms around Kyoya and resting his head on his shoulder. Kyoya felt his cheeks heat up, but he was likely wearing enough makeup to hide it. "I was going to ask about the finances but you seem a little on edge mon ami, is everything okay?"

Kyoya felt guilty, Tamaki was so sweet, so good. Kyoya was doing such evil acts, and his beloved had no idea… he had no idea he was even the one Kyoya loved. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in an attempt to battle the feelings into submission, lest the tears well up. "I'm fine, Tamaki, don't be ridiculous."

"Why are you on edge then?" Kyoya felt his phone buzz gently, putting him even more on edge, luckily it didn't seem like Tamaki noticed. Kyoya wasn't quite sure how to respond to the king's question, he couldn't think of a good excuse.

"Why is it important? There's nothing wrong with simply being startled, I can't always be on high alert, I'm no guard dog." His words bit back at the princeling with venom, he couldn't think of a good defence, so he faked spite and hoped it would work.

Surprisingly, Tamaki did indeed back off, looking confused, and slightly hurt. It was ok though, Kyoya told himself, this was all for Tamaki's sake in the end. He checked his phone.

Bitchboy: We could say she's a lesbian? She did kiss a girl after all.

Not to mention all the hosting she'd done with the ladies… oh, Kyoya could see the headline already. He was almost positive she was bisexual anyway, it wasn't that much of a strech… he paused, what was Akira saying though? Was he suggesting Haruhi didn't really love Tamaki like would be perfect, or was he trying to be homophobic?

Shadow king: Elaborate?

Bitchboy: Do I really need to?

Peasant: well it does sound kinda homophobic to claim that sort of thing could ruin her image…

Bitchboy: Ruining her image is the whole point, moron.

Shadow king: How do you entirely miss the point like that?

It's almost impressive.

But you're the moron Komatsuzawa.

You better find something a little less incriminating of your own mind.

Kyoya sighed heavily, why must he surround himself with such disgusting people. It wasn't hard to find good people, hell, he was surrounded by at least folks good enough at pretending to be good, the issue was that good people never wanted to do bad things. So this was what he must do.

13:30 - The folks I surround myself with make me sick. But it must be done. Tamaki has begun to show slight worry towards my more nervous mannerisms, I managed to get him to stand down. I have yet to perform my duty.

Bitchboy: Of course you'd support that kind of behaviour, Ootori.

Kyoya frowned down at his phone, this little dick… He glanced over at Tamaki, who had just asked him a question, although he had failed to process it. "I'm sorry Tamaki, what was that?"

"I said; are you coming to lunch with us? You haven't joined us at all this week."

"Ah," Kyoya began, it was true he hadn't joined them at all, but that was simply because he hadn't had lunch all week, "I'm afraid I won't be joining you today either, please enjoy yourself." He smiles, a polite, designed to placate, smile. Turning back to his phone, he replied to Akira's message.

Shadow king: And what exactly does that mean?

Bitchboy: Well you're the same aren't you?

Sorcerer: Aw, don't be mean just because you're correct. He's Souh-san's best friend.

Akira had sent another text after that, but Kyoya didn't want to think about it, he'd used a word he didn't even think people used unless they were openly violent, or gay themselves. So that was just wonderful, Kyoya was working with a homophobe, lovely. He decided to at least note this down before doing his own part of the deal.

13:32 - Akira Komatsuzawa is a homophobe.

He left his phone on silent and in his bag, before standing and walking over to Haruhi's bag, digging through carefully, not wanting to make it look too obvious things had been looked through. He took her phone out of the bag, looking it over carefully, oh, she had a cute set of phone charms… little plastic roses, and there was one in each of the host's colours. Even purple. Kyoya took great care with removing that charm, tucking it into his pocket gently. He may mean malice towards the commoner, but he wouldn't hurt anything with sentimental value, at least if it could be avoided.

He made his way to the window, looking out. There were too many people, he couldn't achieve it like this. So he instead went out into the hallway, walking in the opposite direction from the canteen, making his way down to the ground floor and then outside. He knew exactly where to go.

He was a lover of poetic justice, just like Umehito, and he could remember Haruhi's first week. The poor, poor commoner was bullied by one of Tamaki's regulars. That girl had thrown Haruhi's bag in the fountain to the east of the club room, the one with the cherub without wings. As Kyoya made his way to that very fountain, he thought about how ironic it would be if he put her phone in that very fountain. So that's what he would do.

When he got there, he saw the exact girl he'd been thinking about, sat there, with a little bento box her maids had made for her. She looked up at him and frowned. "What are you doing out here? Why aren't you with the rest of your club?"

"Hello Ayanokoji, do you know who this belongs to?" He holds up the phone, knowing full well she knew who's it was.

"That's Fujioka's phone… why do you have it?" She asked him, clearly on the defensive, not understanding why he was here. To answer her question, Kyoya simply lifted his hand and tossed the phone into the water idly. Looking her in the eyes as he does so, watching hers go wide "Wha-? Huh??" It seemed she'd assumed all the hosts were under Haruhi's thumb.

"Help me, Seika Ayanokoji, we have the same goals in mind." He offered her entrance to the council, without letting her know it existed. Kyoya even held his hand out to her, it was obvious from his body language that he was offering her an opportunity, but his words seemed like the deal would only benefit him. So he wasn't surprised to hear her response:

"What's in it for me?" She'd glanced down at his hand in suspicion, before looking back up at him, not trusting his words one bit.

"Oh let's see…" he pretended to think, already knowing exactly what to offer her. "I'll remove you from the club's black list." He knew for a fact that that'd get her going, she was the same as all the other girls after all. Her eyes widening at the prospect of being hosted by Tamaki once again proved him right, although he couldn't say he didn't blame her- they did have similar motives.

She took his hand, standing and giving him a smirk. "You've got a deal, what do you need me to do?"

Kyoya just smiled wickedly in response.

"I want you to do anything in your power to make that commoner suffer. Don't let anyone know I'm involved, but get anyone you want involved. Cause her trouble, make her look bad, make her out to be just what you think of her."

"A little mutt with no pedigree?" She asked, eyes sparkling maliciously, she already knew the answer.

"Precisely, we both know she's not. But the general student body don't need to know that, do they?" He shrugs, casually turning away from her, preparing to walk away.

"You can count on me." She assured, voice full of confidence and spite, exactly what Kyoya needed from his council. He'd originally hated her for being so uppity, then she'd done all that to Haruhi and he'd decided he hated her for being a bully… but bullies can be awfully useful, if you have them on your team.

He got back to the club room, silently tapping his foot on the floor as he took his phone out in order to add her to the group, pausing when he saw Akira's reply.

Bitchboy: Well there is that manager of your club, didn't she pursue the girl?

Kyoya smiled, of course, Renge. She was the perfect scapegoat, it was clear the duo had chemistry. Haruhi had gone to Renge's place after all, no one knows what could have possibly happened there…

Shadow king: Alright then, write your article.

But I will be reading it before it's published.

Kyoya sighed, adding the newest council member to the group chat.

>Seika Ayanokoji joined the group

>Shadow king changed Seika Ayanokoji to Woman#2

Woman#2: Wh

Why do I have to be woman two??

Woman: Bonjour.

Child: Holy shit there are girls here?

Bitchboy: How did we not notice this before?

Shadow king: Miss Ayanokoji will be helping us from now on, she will be present at the next meeting.

I want you all to get along.

He put his phone down just as the other hosts walked back in, combing their hair and adjusting their uniform in preparation to open the club to the guests. Kyoya smiled softly, this was going to be a fun term...

14:12 - Seika Ayanokoji has joined the council, she has been removed from the club blacklist.

A very fun term…

[stronghours]

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  HannahCakes!    Jun 1, 2013

Hey Whats Up I’m Caleb (obviously don’t have an etsy) and using my lady’s account. She got the catsuit for my birthday and she looked so sexy like J-Lo or someone. Didn’t want her doin the latex stuff because I thought shed have to shave off all her pubes and personally i like that kind of thing a lot but no harm done. Anyway she was super sexy and the suit thing looked good and stayed together even when we started rockin. To other full bush guys out there if youre girl wants to wear the latex stuff SHE CAN KEEP HER BUSH she just has to use lube to oil up the bush that she has.

Purchased item: DeMarco FetishWear – Domina Catsuit w/ Pussycat Zipper (red…

7 Helpful

  HannahCakes!   3 months ago   Friend   Ignore

Caleb Review

Hi J,

Saw my boyfriend’s 6/1 review and I was like uh ohhh. I asked him to leave one because he went gaga over the catsuit, but I wasn’t expecting all the bush stuff. If you don’t want to be associated with that and want to delete, that’s ok on my end. A little embarrassing! – Hannah!

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

Hi Hannah. Please don’t worry about it, any positive review is welcome. His feedback has apparently hit a chord with some specific hesitations and concerns buyers have been experiencing but not confiding with me, so I plan on keeping it up for the time being. Enjoy your garment.

  JoeyoftheHerd    3 months ago   Friend   Ignore

Moo-cow snout muzzle thing – (idea i had)

Hi. Is this idea good

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    3 months ago    Friend   Ignore

Hi Joey. Are you interested in a custom cow muzzle/mask, like the pup play masks on my page or are you just brainstorming for personal reasons?

Reply from JoeyoftheHerd    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

idk it’s just an idea i had

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

It’s a cool idea

Reply from JoeyoftheHerd    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

Thanks man i thought so 2

1234Brett10093456    3 months ago   Friend   Ignore

I REMEMBER YOU FROM RAWHIDE

JULES yes I know who you are and I know your name are you scared yet?? I remember when you used to hang with Roscoe out at Rawhide because Roscoe pretended to hire you because he secretly wanted to fuck and suck you till you cried and I saw all that. I have brown flippy hair, blue eyes and am tall/cut versatile but lean TOP. I know you faked being gay. You heard of bi-now-gay-later but have you heard of gay-then-straight-betrayer (you)? That is fucked up that you still sell stuff but pretend to be a gay guy because that makes your stuff sell better because the gay guys want to fuck you. I know you are faking because my muscle bud Tomas (latino) saw you making out with a ginger chick at the wet bar in Entrance last week. He said it was probably a joke but I know it wasn’t because he said he saw tongue. I wont let you be a breeder without a fight. I am willing to tell EVERYBODY YOURE SECRET. But I wont if you prove to me YOU CAN STILL BE GAY. Im attaching a pic of my cock so you know im not lying and can follow through. I will only believe YOU ARE GAY if we can see each other face/face (i can host only on fri- I have two roommates) and our cocks have to touch and you have to stay hard for at least five minutes while I suck and jack your cock and tongue your balls (shave or dont i will leave that up to you). condoms ok but if you want to be a breeder so bad maybe I will just breed your ass but if youre actually a gay guy you’ll like it and cum thick ropes as I fuck your dirty little slut hole and youll tell me youre a hole while I fuck it with the shiny precum head of my cut fucking cock (7inches erect). you will smell my hole and BECOME GAY again IT WILL HAPPEN  - Brett Costino

  TheSteelyDanMan   2 months ago   Friend   Ignore

Latex & Breastfeeding Concerns

Good morning, J I hope you are well. Returning customer, here. My kajira/wife and I are splinter Gor lifestylers (NOT KAOTIANS) [link] but are currently isolated due to our deviation from standard kajira beautification ideals and the arrival of our first child (girl - Gemma) two months ago. My wife’s submission has usually been expressed fashion-wise in various strict latex outfits, a few of which you have kindly provided us over the past couple of years. Naturally, the arrival of a mini-me results in some changes! My wife, insecure after birth, wants to return to strict full-coverage latex, but this desire is at odds with her physical situation of actively nursing Gemma and we both have worries. Does the constriction of latex effect or otherwise harm milk production, or could secondhand latex exposure harm our baby? I imagine you have catered to many lifestyle situations where this might be relevant so I thought I would ask. Thanks very much. LEO

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    2 months ago    Friend    Ignore

Hi Leo. While I have catered to many lifestyles, I’m afraid I must exercise discretion in this situation, as it would be on par with giving medical advice. I will say any allergy is a possibility and one should exercise undue care with a very young infant, not just in matters of latex. I highly encourage you and your wife to discuss this with her doctor as frankly as possible. In the long run it might be worth reevaluating aspects of your wife’s submission and temporarily making do with latex pieces that do not restrict the breasts, while nursing is a part of her daily reality (I’m sure I don’t have to tell you examples are available on my page). Best of luck and congratulations on the new addition to your family.

  NoraBarnacle    2 months ago   Friend   Ignore

A sincere offer…

Several months ago, I bought a pair of latex gauntlet gloves from your shop. Since then, astonishing changes have come over me. I used to be high-powered, highly controlled, a formidable woman (natural ash blond, green eyes, 45”-40”-44”) I was determined to keep these feelings to myself, but I can no longer resist, as I wholeheartedly believe your Dominating spirit, imbued in the gauntlets, is leading me forcefully but masterfully into your care. If it pleases you, know I have not touched my aching slit for one month total as I am uncertain whether you desire me to feel pleasure that is not approved by you. There are no images of you on your site, but I have drawn an accurate picture of you in my mind and I know you are the Man that I never knew I was waiting for, the Man who will lead me, the Man who will hold my neck and strike my forehead to his knee in his insistence that I allow myself to be led. When I wear the gauntlets, they are your own gallant hands restricting my weak bones. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I do not desire to resist. Please message back so I can properly present my acquiescence, body and soul, unto you. I squat disgracefully on my plump thighs, full of whorish tremor that makes me unworthy, but still I desire. I will service your home with my ardent hands and service your thick and striving cock with my wet tongue. Respond to this small soul. I submit to your gallant wisdom – A Secret Admirer

  RicoMetals   1 month ago   Friend   Ignore

Redhead Modle in Pic for Serve Her Serrated Corselette

Hey man-to-man who is she. I love redheads. Does she modle for other people/would she modle for my pieces? there’s no head in the pick – what’s her nose situation? we could all do collab and I think it would be hot. Let me kno - RICO

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    1 month ago    Friend    Ignore

Hi Rico. I have not blocked you (yet) because said model wanted me to reply to you first and inform you, she’s already an established performer in her own right and does not want to model for a guy who “thinks I need some sissy seamstress to pimp me out to shitty welders online”. As I only have basic welding experience, I can offer no further comment or defense on your behalf.

  DerryBerry454   1 month ago   Friend   Ignore

Inquiry re: standard leather sleep-sack dimensions

Hello Miss J, quick question:

I will buy this item no hesitation no delay if you tell me right now about your vagina. Questions I prioritize:

1.     Color labia (outer)

2.     Color labia (inner – aroused)

3.     Clit length in centimeters or whatever measurement is most flattering to you

4.     Range of clit engorgement

5.     Depth of vaginal canal (I will allow ballpark figure as I know not everyone has graded speculums lying around)

6.     Percentage of clit orgasms v. vaginal orgasms – bonus points if you describe uterine orgasm, if that is your experience (no pressure to answer last part, as I understand it is not necessarily vagina-adjacent)

7.     Are you hairy? What color?

8.     When you wash your vagina do you douche or do you use fingers to rub through labia folds and that is it?

9.     Color of menstrual blood

10.  If you wear panties, do you find the crotch of your panties degrades due to PH of your vaginal discharge? (give me the qualities and I will calculate this for you)

While a picture of your vagina is welcome (and will only be for my private use) I really do like gathering these stats (I’m kind of a nerd) and would appreciate as much openness on your behalf as possible and you will benefit too because I’ll give you money for your lovely product. Talk to you soon! 😊

  B O A R D

[RUBBERVALLEY FIENDS THREAD 3/3 2006-PRESENT] TOPICS: 850 POSTS: 10,356

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): Hey people, we’ve reached the end of the summer and you know what that means – Ivan himself of the halls of Rubber Valley presents inaugural post of their annual sweeps week filming extravaganza – first photoset already up and we’ve got the goddamn brilliant LYDIA SUCKS sons! The greatest bitch on the face of the planet almost psyched us out but she’s here she’s low and she’s ready to blow. Vid upload will probably take till tomorrow to render but we’ve got some great pic galleries already. Ivan really spoiling us pigs lmfao. Seeing lots of setup and dress-up and behind scenes stuff for yall candid pervs. We’ve got full body latex and face coverage hoods and I see a breathing tube and the barn inversion setup. Possible inverted ceiling fuck? The boys can dream. Links to download pics results in PERMABAN – only official links to Rubber Valley site allowed, don’t know how often I have to say it. You want to pass ripped screenshots you do that through email *casts pearls before swine*

GOBgobGOB: no pic of lyds upside down yet ☹

LordJim: Not interested until I see Ivan haul out the FuckRacers from two years ago – wonder why he doesn’t bring those around more often? Great view stats on current vids and who doesn’t like a fat ass getting auto-fucked while she steers the go-cart supine?

SUCKPUNTER: lmfao all views are you bro

GOBgobGOB: D I R E C T H I T

SUCKPUNTER: hey lordjim where’d you learn the word supine

LordJim: Yeah “laugh out loud” very funny guys.

SUCKPUNTER: did you learn it at college

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): Lydia looks gr8 folks. Queen pristine and ready to cream. SUCKPUNTER – chill out because I’ve got my eye on you. Don’t take the bait Jim. You’re like thirty.

SUCKPUNTER: at least I don’t get off on bitches doing the pinewood derby

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: LYDIA!

GOBgobGOB: LYDIA!!!

McLovin: LYDIA LYDIA LYDIA

TheWorldofMartinAmis: Goddess. Wish she’d get her boobs done though.

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: same! I’ve been waiting for years for her to get into xtreme body mod. Right up her alley. If she’s at EXXXOTICA EXPO next year I’m going to try to get her meet and greet and ask. I know tattoo guys who’d pay HER to give her first tat.

McLovin: Lydia wouldn’t go. She’s like indie transgressive.

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): nice to see you again lockSTOCK. I see your POV but Lydia has several interviews where she says most of her viewers see her bod as a clean palate in the art of pain – as in, wounds have to go away in order for us to appreciate a fresh ruining ; ) tats and huge implants are a little tougher to work around. Anyway in my mind you can fix bad tits but you can’t fix bad attitude

ThatOneFootGuy: id suck her feet

McLovin: woah fuck 4th latex pic in dressing series with her mouth open and her eyes shut – who the lube guy with his arm right down her front?

SUCKPUNTER: lol hand clear to her pussy and hes not even hard faggot

McLovin: scope the ginger amazon in the background with camera – new girl? Don’t recognize. Didn’t know Ivan was bringing new people around this year’s sweeps.

LordJim: I wondered too when I saw. I’m sure DungeonMaster mod understands if I copy/paste following from Ivan (no pics, text w/actress info):

Newcomers are always welcome in RUBBER VALLEY (especially if they’re lovely, and especially if they’re ladies!) and this old goat is pleased to welcome DOMME LUX, our friendly neighbor down south in that little town called Chicago. Mysterious as she is alluring, you’ll see her shining light sampling tidbits of delight off our Valley Girls throughout the uploads this month (or even taking a crack at a couple!) We’re just getting to know her, but I have a feeling she’s a generous gal at heart as she kindly offered us the services of her Personal Valet, Jules DeMarco, who himself spoiled us all year with devious latex devices for our steadfast daring dollies after the unfortunate 2012 passing of our beloved torture designer Merrick Marvel (memoriam post 03/04/2012). Check out Jules’s Half-Bag Breast Mummifier in scheduled post 7/22 (Heather Bunny in the inverted Wench Wrench) the diabolical Arachnae-Hood (Lacey Jane, spinning in our trusty Landscape(her) Rolling Pin 7/16) and the Double-Fuck Full Body Boa Binder with eerie inflatable bubble hood (Lydia Sucks, finale post 7/31, don’t miss it, SUBSCRIBE). I must confess, we took advantage - the poor fella ran himself ragged helping us with film prep all week. So as an apology we let him get up close and personal with Rubber Valley’s reigning heroine LYDIA SUCKS fitting her in a custom four-limb black latex catsuit with half-face hood, made especially for her brave beautiful bod. He takes a good long time greasing her up before Ivan and Barry get her hoisted and joisted and in her best bitch-bat position among the rafters of the exalted Rubber Valley barn, where we leave her to squirm in terror! (but let’s get real – what scares Lydia? We’re wracking our brains!) Uh-oh, is Domme Lux looking jealous in the background? Is she plotting a little comeuppance for our Lovely Lady Lydia? Only one way to find out – SUBSCRIBE!

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): Np lordjim, if you hadn’t posted I was going to. Looks like we’ve got fresh meat in the valley.

TheWorldofMartinAmis: very pretty girl, but always bummed when a new one turns out to be top. Call me old fashioned, I come to the Valley for slaves.

SUCKPUNTER: firecrotch

GOBgobGOB: brb too busy crankin it. milky gingerbread titties come to daddy

McLovin: @TheWorldofMartinAmis, Ivan always has at least one femdom around. Room for everybody in the valley

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: holy shit I know that guy.

SUCKPUNTER: lmfao faggots know faggots

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: no for real. His real name is Jules Marinelli. I worked with him one summer lifeguarding beaches for the park’s district. Our boss found his website where he sells his sex stuff, and it was this whole big thing. Found the kink club Entrance through that (check it out if you’re in my hood ever – huge, clean, not too much gay shit, great ladies of all stripes hanging around, but limits on drinking if you’re trying to access certain levels). He’s bi. He’s either secretly Domme Lux’s slave or Domme Lux is his slave and it’s mega on the DL because it’d hurt her career if it got out she could ‘verse. There’s all this gossip.

SUCKPUNTER: bi guys r fags

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): SUCKPUNTER – that’s strike one. lockstock – not deleting your post because from what I can see JDM doesn’t/isn’t acting in explicit scenes, but let’s cool it with doxxing info. Looks like he’s had an experience with that before, and as a small business owner myself, I know how it can suck. We aren’t gossiping high school girls. Settle back and enjoy what Ivan gives us.

GOBgobGOB: *sees dudes in the chat and stops jacking off*

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: NP mod, feel free to delete it later before it causes problems.

TheWorldofMartinAmis: going back to previous discussion – don’t think a breast job automatically constitutes body modification

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): think about it martinamis, it’s a slippery slope – you want to see some swollen battered fish get destroyed, or a fresh natural girl get destroyed?

SUCKPUNTER: i am not a faggot and a whore’s a whore and im here to see whores fucking destroyed

GOBgobGOB: *tony soprano voice* she was a HOOOOER

SUCKPUNTER: fag or cunt all whores get fucked

LordJim: Mod, step up. This isn’t going to get better. With all due respect

SUCKPUNTER: fag or cunt ALL WHORES GET FUCKED

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): yeah, already done. That should be the last of him. Don’t know why I expected that situation to turn out differently.

  FROM: lydias-verified@terrorproductions.com

TO: JulesDM86@gmail.com

Subject: Debrief – valley week

Jules,

As discussed, attached is current info for my old webmaster service from when I had to run my own fansite. Decent price and decent vendor system. Can only be an improvement on what you have now. That is not an insult, but I know it sounds like one. Stay with me.

[link] [link] [link]

And above, the top three most trafficked boards I’ve found following my own career and the rubber valley gang. We’ve caused quite a stir already and its only July 15th. I wouldn’t count on this causing an uptick in your business, but I think you know that. The standard gentleman at home spending twenty bucks a month for guaranteed links to a woman being fucked inside out while wearing a sensory deprivation hood simply doesn’t translate him to spending 100-200 dollars, contacting a seller, taking measurements, and going through the effort to order he and his special girly the hood itself. But I know you believe you’ve chosen your life the same way I believe I’ve chosen my life and won’t whine. I will say, if your ego is bruised, that your clothes are wonderful. They feel maybe half like death. I’ll wear them again and again.

On a funnier note: I have accounts myself on all the above message boards and post semi-regularly. It might amuse you to do the same thing, but you need to be careful regarding your identity. Feedback from viewers is never relevant, but it needs to be pure (don’t ask me why – my brains are fucked out). I won’t tell you who I am, and you won’t tell me who you are. Maybe we’ll find each other.

I wouldn’t tell your Cathy, since some sensitive (if inaccurate) information is flying around. Your instinct towards privacy, while cute and old fashioned, is an apt instinct. Looks like the good people of Chicago can’t keep their fucking mouths shut. Will you be able to find a straight job if your work now goes up like a dead dog’s gut? Don’t despair. Your nice long cock dropped so well down my throat while your Cathy beat my clit with the edge of your belt (nice touch – whose idea was that?) so while you might not get another chance to perch in a lifeguard’s throne, you might very well have a future in film. You’re vigorous, discrete, disciplined, clean, and a cutie-pie. Have your Cathy make some films of you alone or you two together. It’ll excite her, so you have no choice but to be excited yourself. You’re excited reading this. You believe you chose this.

Anyway – Cathy! Don’t be insulted on her behalf. I loved playing with you both. She’s kind and a lot of fun, which are virtues I still let myself appreciate in others. Let her know I appreciate how she let me use you. She’s a good girl and has a good future in store, especially with her personal valet running her life. Pick her outfits, pick her makeup, pick her clients, pick her laundry soap – is it already like that? I want to be buried alive, but you want to be buried in chores. Please dream big, Jules.

Rubber valley is where I have the most fun out of all the shoots I have in a year, but I really was lucky that you two showed up. Poor old Merrick Marvel (not even that old – colon cancer). But out with him and in with you. I enjoyed our river talk and I felt very safe in the car with you at the wheel, though I know I tormented you a little (but I’m pretty sure Cathy helped you out later with that – will you write back to me what she did to you, and if she let you come?) At one point you were with Ivan in the garage, and I tried to have a little talk with her about oblivion, but she either understood my point and got scared, or simply didn’t understand. It’s unfortunate, kind of soul-sucking, how our dominant “loved ones” transform into necessary evils. Adjust the tube. Grasp the handle. Move the thigh. Use the vocal cord to form the order. But what do they know? I never knew how to explain.

I’ve attached some personal pictures of me. I like knowing that you have them. I won’t contact you again except under strict business purposes, so let me sum up. Serve Cathy well. Don’t let her get bullied. Flourish creatively. Keep that belt. Fuck as often as your body commands you to fuck (if I suspect that sometimes your body is Cathy’s body by proxy, then this number will double, perhaps triple, but the choice is out of your hands because she owns your cock). You have a lot of growing up to do. Don’t despair. More to come.

We won’t see each other soon, but we’ll see each other again. Ciao! 

I expect improvements.

XOXOXOXOXOXOX

Lydia S

[mental-health-advice]

Submission about relationship with food

i’ve had a really poor relationship with food since i was a young teen (early 20s now) but i feel like i’m too overweight to ever be diagnosed with an eating disorder? especiallyone that isn’t binge eating disorder (which, i know is ridiculous, but when thinking about myself and such a thing i just can’t believe that anyone would think i could have one.)

I never eat in front of anyone as I’m terrified for being seen eating (and just… fitting the stereotype of being that fat person eating? which i know is daft, as people and their bodies all differ and eating is a necessity for everyone). I hoard food a lot, my cupboards are full and I have boxes full under my bed. I used to restrict my calories to x a day when I was in college, but then I go through stages of recovering and my weight yo-yos. I’m currently on x/day but I don’t know…. I started fasting and I keep being sick a few hours after eating, (I don’t really even have to push myself to do it, the thought of having so much food in my systems makes me feel so sick that it just…happens?) i just look like a whale, and i can’t stop measuring myself everyday.

I just want to be happy and have a healthy body, but I have such an addictive personality that whenever i try to sort my health out that i go too deep and i just, i don’t know what to do etc one of my clostest friends used to have anorexia and i know she still struggles a lot, but she’s said that it seems like i am struggling with disordered eating.

i apologise for the long rant :( i just feel very lost

Hey there,

It can be really hard at times to have a healthy and good relationship with food but I know that you can get through this and be OK with food and eating in time.

A myth about eating disorders and especially about anorexia or disordered eating is that you can’t have one if you are overweight or weigh over a certain amount/ have over a specific BMI. The number on the scale though does not dictate whether you do or don’t have an eating disorder though so this is something to keep in mind and especially if you are at the stage of wanting to get professional help.

A quick example is me, I suffered from anorexia from my early teens and still do struggle with some of the disordered eating habits that come with it to this day. The only difference is that I am no longer underweight, quite the opposite actually but I am still recovering and doing my best each day to try and silence the ED thoughts in my head. So just because I am not underweight anymore, doesn’t mean I still don’t suffer from anorexia to some degree.

I am not sure if you have looked at our resources on eating disorders but if not then I encourage you to do so as it does have some helpful techniques on it that may be helpful for you to give a try. We also have a page on body image that may also be beneficial for you to check out as again it has some ideas on how you may be able to improve your own body image and how you see yourself.

I can relate a lot to what you have said in regards to your relationship with food and eating alone and going from restricting your food intake to eating too much. It’s definitely hard to try to change your ways of living and seeing yourself in regards to with food, but hopefully some of the links I have provided you with are of some help.

Another thing I find helpful is to try to do one small thing to challenge myself each day when it comes to food. So it may be something like eating slow and really focusing on what I’m eating and trying to enjoy it or eating something small like a piece of fruit out in public. It won’t be easy but I know you can do this!

I really hope this has helped a bit and please do let us know if we can help support you in any other way!

Take care,

Lauren

[adrianoakley]

That evening, he wasn't expecting a visitor. But, that's what he got. After having a refreshing shower he had wrapped himself up in his robe and lounged on the bed about to watch an episode of Schitt's Creek, he thought he'd best check his messages. A bunch of texts awaited him. 1 from Sydney.

'I'm near your place, I have urges and a new toy for you, I'm going to stop by. If you don't reply I'll take it that's ok. I hope you'll be naked and ready for me. xxx'

He grinned and licked his lip. Oh Sydney you wicked goddess! He mused as he stroked Angel, his long haired, grey Norwegian Forest Cat, who was curled up by his side. The text was out of the blue, but to be fair, he'd expect nothing else. They've been friends for ages. They dated for a while but at the time, their lives were on different paths so they split and remained acquaintances. Then a few years later they hit it off again and decided mutually that they could never work as a couple but friends with benefits hit the spot as long as either was single.

He wondered how far away exactly she was as he checked the other messages. 3 from Steph.

2, pictures of him and Edmund embracing near the studio window. OH My God Steph!! You sly minx, he thought, shaking his head and staring at the images. Reliving the moment in his mind. He could have been cross at Steph for taking the pics, but actually he found himself almost grateful and excited to have some record of the event. To have an image of Edmund he can view at his leisure.

Plus 1 video of the moment Edmund held Adrian closer, it was a clearly visible thing, Edmund pulled him into his body. Adrian remembered the sensation of Edmund's strong arms holding him, his clean yet musky scent, his hands rubbing into Adrian's spine. As Adrian's eyes lingered on the moving picture, it looked like he saw Edmund nuzzling his neck. Curious, was Edmund smelling him? That's how it looked. Adrian smiled a delicious, slow smile and was filled with a sense of wonder. He lay back, crossed his legs and continued to think over the afternoon, replaying the video at least 10 times. The most curious part perhaps was the final handshake goodbye, sadly not caught on video. His Gift was activated without conscious effort on his part and without sensing any pain in Edmund's hand. There was no pulling feeling as there usually is when he heals pain, which is almost like a sort of soft suction effect as his Gift is drawn into the ailing area of a person. No this was tingly and warm and if he'd kept on holding Edmund's hand the sensation might have made him giggle. This has never happened before. Adrian couldn't help wondering then what Edmund must have felt, and what is it about Edmund that triggered that to happen?

Adrian could hear movement in the house downstairs, pulling him from his thoughts. Angel lifted his head and turned it toward the sound. "Oakley?! Where are you!?" Sydney called. 'Bedroom!' Adrian shouted in reply. His strength of voice, loud enough to startle Angel so that he jumped off the bed and made his way out of the room, tail up though, he wasn't offended. Sydney had had a key to Adrian's home for a few months. It just seemed to make sense with all the spontaneous combustion between them. It made it easier. Like he'd wake up in the middle of the night with her hand sliding between his legs from behind, when she very much wasn't there, when he went to bed. He too had a key to her apartment but always gave her some warning of his arrival. He knew better than to 'surprise' a woman alone in her home.

She appeared at the glass sliding door of his bedroom, in this ex factory building, which was now his home, looking determined and casually sexy as was her style. Her sandy blonde, shoulder length hair a little disheveled and a flush to her cheeks. There were a lot of stairs in Adrian's home, but also a lift which came in handy sometimes with such a large abode.

 'Still alive then!' She said with a flash of her eyes. It was something of a greeting of theirs, and made light of the fact that indeed, it was something of a miracle that he was still alive. 'It would seem so!' he replied with a warm gleam in his eyes. She gave him a knowing affectionate look and then, 'You're not naked!' She chastised him with mock annoyance. He didn't have the time or really the heart to tell her it was because he was day dreaming about a 6ft something Detective Inspector who has had some profound effect,... on his Gift if nothing else. Sydney dumped her rucksack on the floor near the bed, moved swiftly to him, smiling warmly, clambering onto the bed and on to him. She clasped his face and kissed his lips firmly, simply once. 'I'm sorry mistress, I guess you'll have to...Aaaah! 'He began, but she'd pulled his robe open and pinched both his nipples firmly. '...punish meee!' He winced and tilted his head back, and then sighed as the pleasure, pain effect lingered in the little rosey buds even after Sydney had removed her cruel fingers.  'I have every intention of it Oakley, you'll see...or...'She chuckled as a wicked thoughts played on her mind 'or not see...'

True to her words, Adrian soon found himself naked, lying on his back, with a cushion beneath his buttocks to raise his hips a little and his arms velcroed up to the headboard of the bed. She'd then rummaged around in her rucksack for a little while and produced a box which she'd secreted away off to the bathroom. Normally he'd be more excited. He was certainly interested and could do with the sexual release but, truth be told, he was also, distracted. He told himself to stick with the present moment and give Sydney his full attention as she deserved.

And she was gorgeous and definitely the right side of wild when it came to sexual antics. When she emerged from the en suite, she was only wearing her boy shorts and a smile. She lifted her hand to show the toy to him as she approached. ' A new butt plug? ' Adrian asked with a grin, though his eyes lingered on her sweet little breasts, which were completely off limits, for the time being. However the plug...indeed, larger than his usual one and bobbled. 'Clever boy' She replied climbing on the bed between his legs, a bottle of lube in her other hand. 'Spread your legs wide for me' She commanded. He raised his brows and obeyed, happy to be displayed for her. But just like that? He thought, no messing about first? As soon as his thighs were to her liking, she lubed up her fingers and reached in to massage his anus and taint, with the slick substance. Her hands thankfully warm. He closed his eyes and hummed at the sensation. Her ministrations soon brought his cock to life. 'Look at me while I penetrate you ' She said smoothly and he obeyed of course. First she used her fingers to open him up. How serious and sexy she looked to him, a woman on a mission, as two of her fingers slid into his anus and made him gasp. He couldn’t help straining to raise his hips further in a kind of encouragement. Not that she needed any.

She knew  to simply open him and not tickle that pleasure bud inside of him, not yet. She knew how he liked to be teased sometimes to the point of excruciation. But her mood that evening seemed more urgent, as though she was set on pleasing herself first and foremost, and to be fair, he was utterly, her willing subject after all.

He was tingling with anticipation as Sydney raised the new toy to show him again, with a wicked smile, before slowly, sinking it into his, now slick and prepared hole. The shape of the plug provided extra tingle certainly as his insides squeezed and then gave in to taking it, bobble by bobble. He blinked, his eyes watered. He licked his lips, bit his lip, softly hummed, nodded approval and gasped until it was fully inside him. He could feel the plugs broad base, wedged between his cheeks, lewdly. Its tip grazed his prostate giving a sudden stronger wave of tingle, the kind that only begs for more stimulation. It made his mouth open, his thighs tense and his brow crease with pleasure. The fullness of the plug nestled within him created familiar warmth through his groin and abdomen and made his lonesome cock twitch with need. 

Adrian pulled on his wrist restraints then, to feel the sense of submission more keenly, to the woman between his legs. If only she'd fuck me with the toy, he thought as he gazed longingly at her. 'Good?' She asked abruptly and moved off the bed. Maybe she's going to just leave me here to stew in my juices...Adrian mused and pulled on his restraints a little more, testing them, and clenched his buttocks so as to feel the plug all the more. 'Yes Mistress' He replied. She moved around to his right side. 'But do you deserve good? Hmmmm?' She asked raising her eyebrow and ran her left hand over his chest, lightly at first and then dragged her nails over his nipples.

 'Ahh' he gasped quietly as he involuntarily flexed his pecs. He'd have her do that again. It seemed like a trick question. 'I...probably not Mistress?' replied Adrian with as much humility as possible, even though his gaze could not help but fix on her breasts which he wished he could nibble and squeeze. She noted his gaze and teasingly fingered her own nipples, making them hard. Adrian couldn't help but smile, then his lips parted and his tongue darted against them to moisten them, as he felt a kind of parched all of a sudden. She chuckled and with her right hand she took his jaw firmly and bent to kiss him, but she captured his bottom lip between her teeth and bit it enough to pinch uncomfortably. 'nnnng' Adrian moaned with a frown. Sydney's expression bore no sympathy.

The next he knew, she was putting a blind fold on him, the sleeping mask variety. Oh pleaase please, touch my cock next...His last thought before his sight was stolen. Now in darkness, Adrian's other senses became heightened. He was more aware now of the scent of her, a soft floral perfume and her sex as he felt her weight on the bed, then a dip on either side of his hips and her heat by his sides. She was straddling him but not yet setting her weight down.

'Mmm please Mistress, ple' He began, but her fingers were then in his mouth, silencing him, so he obligingly sucked on them until she withdrew them, to pinch his nipples hard. He hissed in response at the sharp sensation, though he loved it, and it made him press his chest up to meet her touch all the more.

'So needy... my perfect slave...' She cooed, her voice all the more sexy sounding somehow, without the vision of her to distract from it. He hummed and rocked his hips which only made her grab a handful of his hair at the front of his head firmly. The pull on his scalp sent a burning sensation into the skin, enough to jolt him out of ideas of moving. 'Keep still' She said calmly and then released his hair and smoothed his cheek.

There was the sense of her moving above him, though he couldn't make out what she was doing and then her hand grazed his most inner thigh making him go very still before there was the sound of a click and then....Buzzzzzzzzz.

Oh god, now, that he wasn't expecting. The plug to not only be bigger and more interestingly shaped than his old one, but also a vibrator. The effect was immediate. 'Oooooh god' He sighed as the vibrations sent delicious tingles through his rectum, into his groin and against his prostate. His legs tensed, his toes curled...And then...then heat...and weight and pressure from above as he felt Sydney's cunny swallow his then, achingly hard cock. Only she didn't pump him with her body straight away. No, instead she ground her groin against his slowly. Dear sweet fuck...Were about the only words that came to mind and then a funny thing happened.

Unable to see at such a physical, intensely pleasurable, though tenuous moment, an image came to him, of Detective Inspector Reid on top of him instead. Completely naked, muscular, gorgeous toned arms and hairy chest... thick, bitable thighs spread, cock erect and bobbing shamelessly, all there right in front of him for the touching...His Edmund, wanton and grinding his arse onto Adrian's cock. Adrian shook his head but moaned with want at the same time which spurred Sydney on to start bouncing on his hips.

Lost, completely lost then to all the sensations, the tingles on his prostate growing to waves of gorgeous tension mounting to their inevitable conclusion, whilst his cock was sucked and warmed and pumped by Edmund’s tight, meaty arse.

Adrian's legs trembled as his G-spot erupted and he groaned an unrestrained 'OohEdmund!'. His cock had just caught up, as he abruptly felt the heat and the weight of the body above move off him. 'Ooohh fuck' He whined as he shot a  load onto his own belly and realised his ridiculous error.

 Still the buzzing continued inside him, threatening to make him come again. 'Mmmmplease, Mistress, I'm sorry...Turn it off, pleeease' He bit his lip and then gasped. He wriggled a bit in protest which only made the vibrator inside him all the more tingly. He whined. 'I'm... mmmmmsorrryyy'. He didn't know that Sydney was standing right near him by the bed, her hand over her mouth, chuckling quietly. She wasn't offended, surprised out of the moment yes, but not upset.

And to see him on the bed, hot and bothered and shamed. His hips raised, cock deflating, with his own come on his belly not knowing whether he was alone to be left there for the next hour like that or not,... was rather amusing to her wicked streak.

But her curiosity eventually overpowered her wickedness and she leaned over him, and reached between his legs to turn off the little switch in the base of the plug. Oh thank fuck!, he thought and sighed deeply. 'Alright...' She said softly and got onto the bed on his right side, and took his blindfold off.

Soft light, and her pretty face and the room all reappeared again. He blinked and swallowed and looked at her apologetically. But she was smiling at him playfully. 'You have to tell me. You've met someone haven't you? Someone called Edmund, who must be exquisite for you to think of him so, in the throws of our passion...' He was relieved to see her clearly unphased by his game changer vocalisations. He didn't even know if she came or not which was a new one on him. Not to be repeated. He nodded slowly and dared a smile at last.

'Yes’ He replied with a hint of a sly smirk ‘...and I can show you a video of him that might amuse you.'

[pastelwitchling]

This prompt is courtesy of @thougtsofadyingatheist.

If you are still taking prompts “Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.” OR “Who told you I needed fixing and what made you believe them?” Malex -RNM I just want some angst thinking about that finale and the possibilities of S2 just sadness me. I am ok with wherever you take it, you are an incredible writer and my favorite blog in this fandom.

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               Michael hadn’t dared enter the airstream until he heard his bed creaking, Alex’s soft grunts sounding from the inside. He had been sitting on the front steps of the trailer, and hurried inside to see Alex struggling to stand up.

               “Whoa, Alex, stop,” Michael hurried to his side, his hands on his bare back. “You can’t move around that quickly, you’ll reopen your wound.”

               Alex breathed heavily, his hand going to the thick bandages wrapped around his waist, his brows furrowed.

               “What – what happened?” he panted. “Is this the – why am I here?”

               “Okay, breathe, Alex, breathe, it’s okay,” he rubbed Alex’s back soothingly. “You were shot, you don’t remember?”

               Alex winced as he shook his head. “Don’t –”

               “Don’t what?” he moved his hands to Alex’s shoulders. “Does it hurt to touch your back? What about your arms? Is this better?” His skin was warm, which Michael thought was a good sign. He could still feel the chill of Alex’s body against his as he had brought him into the hospital, the image of Alex bleeding and half-dead flashing over and over in his mind. It was okay, Alex was better now. He was awake, and talking, and warm.

               “Don’t touch me,” Alex muttered weakly, swatting his hand away.

               “What?” Michael frowned, trying to help Alex again only to be pushed away.

               “Don’t touch me, Guerin!” he yelled and winced, his arm around his waist as his breathing turned faster and shallower.

               “Okay,” Michael stepped back until he was off the bed, his hands up in defense. “Okay, just… please, lie back down, okay?”

               But either Alex didn’t hear him or chose to ignore him as he managed to sit up. “I want to go home, I want to – why am I here?”

               “I brought you here,” he said, reaching for a bottle of water from his fridge. He put it on the counter beside Alex’s head, pushing it closely to him, though he didn’t take it. Michael dared to reach further, but his fingers had barely brushed Alex’s hair before the airman was moving away from him again.

               “Don’t touch me!” he snapped, and just as he did, he moaned with pain, rolling onto his side. Michael was beside him in an instant.

               “Alex –”

               “Don’t!” he warned. “I’m fine, I can do this by myself.”

               “Alex, you don’t have to – let me help you!”

               Michael led Alex against the pillows, his frown deepening as he pulled his hands back to find them soaked. “You’re exhausting yourself, you need to sit still.”

               Alex closed his eyes, his breathing slowing down, deepening, and after a moment, he said, “I want to go home.”

               “You could hurt yourself leaving now.”

               “I don’t care.”

               Michael clenched his jaw. “You hate me so much you’d risk cutting your body open and bleeding out?” Alex said nothing, only his fists tightening in the bedsheets, and Michael tried to ignore the heavy weight in his chest, the acid that rose up his throat, making it difficult for him to talk. He tried to will away the fire behind his eyes as he watched Alex, resolute and angry, angrier than Michael had ever seen him. Michael knew he was the one to blame for that resentment, but he didn’t know things with the airman had gotten this bad. That Michael had turned him this bad.

               “Alex,” he said, his voice soft. Alex glared, and Michael retreated the one step he’d taken, his hands up. “I’m just trying to help.”

               “I don’t want your help,” he said, and winced, his hand on his waist, his other reaching to hold onto the counter behind him, his fingers white. “Don’t come near me, Guerin, I mean it.”

               Michael swallowed. “You’re in pain, if I could just –”

               “Don’t come near me,” he grit, and after a moment, his grip on the counter relented, and he panted. Michael felt the grip on his own heart loosen as Alex’s breathing gradually turned deeper, calmer.

               “You okay?”

               Alex inhaled deeply a few more times, his brows furrowed and his eyes blinking as if he was trying to fight off a migraine. “Where’s my phone?”

               Michael straightened, his frown deepening. “Why? What do you want with it?”

               “To call Kyle,” he said, throwing the blanket off before he slowly tried to move his legs to the edge of the bed. “I need him to take me back to the cabin.”

               Michael glanced over his shoulder at Alex’s phone as Alex looked around the trailer, and subtly moved along the edge of the table, blocking it from view.

               “Beats me,” he said, and Alex’s eyes settled on him, suspicious, then his shoulders slumped, and he reached an expectant hand out to the cowboy.

               Michael’s heart jumped for a moment as he reached forward, about to take Alex’s hand, to feel the warmth of his skin, but Alex avoided his touch, his eyes narrowed. “Are you out of your mind? I want you to give me my phone off the table.”

               Michael stuck his tongue in his cheek. “To call Valenti.”

               “I don’t care who comes to get me, Guerin, I just want to get out of here,” he said, impatient.

               Michael stood, stalling as he glanced at Alex’s phone on the table. “Alex,” he finally said, the plea in his voice evident even to his own ears, though coming as no surprise. “Please, I’m just trying to fix what I –”

               “Toxic,” Alex hissed, and Michael went silent. “I think that was the word you used, wasn’t it? That’s what you thought of me.” His hand trembled slightly as he held it out, and Michael’s heart fell into his stomach as a tear fell down Alex’s cheek. “Give me the damn phone, Guerin.”

               Michael looked for an argument, an apology, anything that would tell Alex that he hadn’t meant it, that he was stupid, that he loved Alex more than he could ever love anyone, that he didn’t want to be with anyone the way he desperately wanted – the way he needed – to be with Alex.

               But as his lower lip slightly quivered and his eyes filled with tears, Michael knew that if he messed up, if anything came out wrong, Alex would cry, and he didn’t think he could forgive himself if he made Alex cry again.

               Without a word, he handed Alex his phone, and quietly stood as he called Kyle, asking him to come get him. Michael watched as Alex spoke, so confident that Kyle would be there for him. He still remembered the last time Alex had trusted him, just as he remembered the instant that trust had shattered to pieces.

               After Alex hung up, he slowly got up, put his prosthetic on, and got dressed in his own clothes, as if the cowboy’s clothes burned his skin. He wouldn’t allow himself to even lean against Michael for a second, and when he was finished, he sat with a heavy sigh on the bed, unable to stay standing. He sat in silence with Michael standing across from him, just watching him breathe.

               “I love you,” he said. “I know it’s unfair to say it now, like this, but I do. I just want you to know that.”

               Alex said nothing, staring straight ahead as if hoping that, if he imagined hard enough, he could transport himself somewhere far away.

               “Alex, please look at me. Please.” Alex relented and looked up. Michael took a step closer, and was encouraged when Alex didn’t warn him away. “I’ve never known anything like you. I can handle cars, and bar signs, and – and spaceships, but you… I don’t know… I’ve – I’ve never felt…” His head hung, and he sighed deeply before he said, “I don’t know what to do with you.”

               Alex shook his head. “You don’t get it.”

               “Then tell me!”

               “I’m not broken, Guerin,” he said in a voice barely over a whisper, his brows furrowed as if he couldn’t understand how Michael had missed that point. “I may be beaten up, but I’m not broken. I’m not your crashed spaceship, I never needed you to fix me. I just… needed you.”

               They heard the sound of a car outside. Valenti, Michael thought, and looked over to see Alex wincing as he stood. When he got to his feet, he said, “That’s the worst part in all of this, you know. Not what you called me, not what you thought of us. It’s that, after everything, the one…” he visibly swallowed, “the only person I thought I could trust to keep me safe, to be there for me… became the one person I couldn’t.”

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PROMPT SUBMISSIONS ARE CLOSED.

I know it took a ridiculously long time to reply, but I have two defenses; the first is that it was finals week. The second is that I have not actually been writing it this entire time, but had just started a couple of hours ago. So.

Made more sense in my head, but moving on...

I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you had in mind, but this is just kind of what came to me, and I went with it. I hope you enjoyed reading regardless, and thank you so much for your prompt request ❤

[lokis-lady-death]

Interview with a God

Tom Hiddleston/Loki x reader

Prompt: I have always heard  people joke that Tom Hiddleston is actually Loki playing Tom playing Loki. So, let’s write about it XD

A Oneshot? A Two shot? A mini series? I have no idea, but this idea has been eating at me so I wrote it thusly. Beware. 

Interview with a God

You had been sitting behind the desk at People’s magazine for years waiting for this opportunity. Articles about nonsense, trailing after celebrities at red carpet events, pretending to care about ball gowns and suits, all for the moment you would be handed the biggest, most sought after piece of People: The Sexiest Man Alive 2018.

You practically squealed when you were given the assignment.

“I hope you conduct the interview with a bit more grace, Ms. y/n,” your director joked.

You took a moment to calm yourself before asking, “Who is it? Who won?” You had been impatiently listening outside of the main office to hear who were the candidates, absolutely drooling over the idea of getting to meet them face to face. But there was one in particular you were holding out hope for.

“Your Tommy boy got it unanimously.”

Another squeal. Thomas William Hiddleston. You had followed his career long before he became a Marvel sensation but you had to admit his portrayal of the god of mischief on the silver screen had sent you soaring. The idea of a one on one meeting with the Shakespeare loving brit was almost more than you could handle.

“I’m elated for you, y/n, really. But do try to keep it in your pants, you’re representing our magazine,” the director instructed. “Keep the fangirling to a minimum. I’ll have your questions emailed to you once we contact Mr. Hiddleston and set up a good time to speak with him.”

You smiled slyly. “Absolutely.” With a fake curtsey, you added, “I shall conduct myself with dignity and grace before my king.”

The director laughed and dismissed you, promising the email to be sent by the end of the work day.

That evening you laid across your bed with your laptop, going over the interview questions.

“Oh it’s so boring,” you muttered. Everyday questions, things you know Tom’s heard a thousand times. You chewed on your lip, eyes going across the room. Avenger’s was playing in the background on your TV. The iconic Loki KNEEL scene was on. Tom played that character with so much bravado. So much enthusiasm. So much passion. You looked back at your list. “A few different questions shouldn’t be too much for Hiddly to handle.”

*****

Tom was staying at The Plaza of New York, awaiting a photo-shoot with Entertainment Weekly for the upcoming Avenger’s four movie when he received the call from his agent. He would be named The Sexiest Man Alive 2018. To say he was flattered was an understatement.

Once off the phone he received the email from his agent, from People, outlining what would be discussed. He let out a sigh, scrolling through the questions. All the same as any other interview. He glanced down at the bottom and saw the Interviewee name. Having never heard of you, his first instinct was to do what any other self respecting person in the 21st century would do: Facebook.

A smile crept over his lips while he scrolled idly through image after image of you and your friends.

“Gorgeous,” he said to himself.

He paused when he saw you in a shirt that read “Loki is my King”. He couldn’t contain his laughter, reading comments of naysayers stating that he was a villain. “You just don’t understand his characterization,” you had argued full heartedly. “Loki is deeper than people give him credit for.” He raised a brow at this, staying on the image a moment longer before closing his computer.

Tom’s smile widened and a flash of green sparked in his eyes. Perhaps this interview would be different than others.

*****

The day of the interview arrived. Dressed in a light green floral blouse and knee length black skirt, you arrived an hour early to prepare. Originally the director instructed that you would conduct the interview in a conference room  at Tom’s hotel, but when you arrived the room was not only not ready, but it had not even been booked for you. Absolutely horrified your first big break was already falling apart, you were relieved to hear from Tom’s assistant that he didn’t mind meeting with you in his room.

You controlled your inner fangirl at the idea of being in such an intimate setting with your favorite actor, reminding yourself you were a representative for People magazine and had to behave. You clutched your mini laptop close to your chest as the assistant led you up to his suite.

Outside, the assistant paused before opening the door. “You have your questions?” he asked.

You nodded eagerly.

“You are to stick to the agreed questions,” he warned, “You are to keep the meeting as brief as possible. You are to respect anything Mr. Hiddleston wishes to keep private.” Only when you nodded did he slide the key through the entry, pushing the door open to let you in.

You took a deep breath and stepped through, nearly jumping when it slammed and locked behind you. You were surprised the assistant wasn’t coming.

Then it dawned on you. You were alone in a hotel room with Tom Hiddleston.

You looked around the room, stunned this was merely a hotel suite. The wall was painted with floral silhouettes, the furniture lush with golden trim, a nearly obnoxious chandelier set in the living room. There was even a staircase leading to an upper level that must have held the bedroom and bathroom.

“This is bigger than my apartment…” you mumbled.

“Yes, I suppose it is a bit excessively grande, isn’t it?” You turned to see Hiddleston stepping out of a side room, donning his iconic toothy grin. “Good afternoon, Miss y/n, it’s an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He held out a hand for you and you panicked for a moment, drowning in the sea of rosy gold locks on his head, his glorious facial scruff, the fitted navy pinstripe suit. After what must have been the most awkward second of you life, you reached out to shake his hand. But he didn’t. Instead, he bowed, lightly brushing his lips across your fingers, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Oh!” you squealed, calming yourself, clearing your throat, and finishing with, “The pleasure is all mine. Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Hiddleston.”

“No, please, call me Tom.”

Internally pterodactyl shriek echoed before you offered a smile in return. “Tom, excellent. Alright. Well. Let’s begin, shall we?”

Your heart thumped loudly while he led you back the way he came: a much smaller room, furnished with a quaint loveseat and armchair. He took the chair and left you the couch.

The laptop plopped into your lap while you cleared your throat again, trying to collect yourself. When you glanced up, you could see he was watching you intensely. “I’m sure you’ve been going over the interview questions?” you asked for no other reason than to deflect from what an absolute mess you were.

“Mhm,” he answered, leaning back in the chair and crossing a long leg over the other. His eyes never left you as a sly smile graced his perfect lips.

“Ok well,” you cleared your throat, unwilling to meet his gaze. “Let’s begin.” You clicked on your laptop, reading the most painfully obvious, overly asked question of any award winning celebrity. “So what was your first thought when we called and said you won?”

He closed his eyes, as though imagining the exact moment over in his head. “I said I believe you meant to call Chris Hemsworth, let me give you his phone number.” You let out a short laugh, typing away.

The questions went on like that, simple, obvious, obnoxious even. But they were what the magazine always went with. Basic background of his life, how he rose to fame, relationships.

You almost rolled your eyes asking about the last one, knowing no one ever gets anywhere asking Tom about women. His love life was a mystery, outside the Taylor Swift fiasco that you refused to even acknowledge.

Unscripted, you asked if what Shakespeare quote he most often lived by.

“Oh easy,” he said smoothly. He straightened up, locked eyes with you and coolly went on, “To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.” You felt a flutter in the pit of your stomach. After swallowing hard to calm down, you took in a deep breath.

Tom straightened his jacket, ready for the end of the questionnaire. He knew it was coming, knew it from days of preparing with the email from his agent. You bit your lip seeing him shuffle slightly, his long fingers fiddling away at the button of his blazer. You looked back down at your laptop and clicked a different folder. You eyes went back to Tom. He was watching you again, his eyes low, his expression unreadable.

“Do you think that your character, Loki, would be abnormally sexual?”

Tom’s hand came up to cover his face as he made a snorting sound while trying his damnedest to suppress a laugh. “I…” he stuttered, “Wow, I uh, that… Was that in the email?”

You bit your lip and looked down at your laptop again. “No, it’s not. And you don’t have to answer if you feel uncomfortable....” You felt a cold sweat form as you cursed yourself for asking such an explicit, unscripted question. You weren’t just some random interviewer from a Youtube channel or Comic Con. You came from a reputable magazine. You had certain guidelines to follow, a reputation to maintain.

While you went on your inward turmoil, Tom cleared his throat.

“I would say Loki is exceptionally sexual.” You felt your cheeks flush as you managed to look him in the eye. He had a mysterious smile on his face, no longer sitting back in the chair, but leaned in closer to you. “And I don’t believe it’s far-fetched to say I….” Tom corrected, “He would be quiet a deviant.”

You glanced down at your laptop, knowing you were pushing the envelope. “Would you think Loki likes to be submissive or dominant in the bedroom?”

Tom threw his head back, his laugh erupting from him. He shot you a half cocked grin before standing from his seat. You just knew he was about to end the interview and you had half a mind to ask if he would keep your fangirl questions secret.

But then he did something you weren’t expecting. He began to remove his jacket, even rolling up the sleeves of his button down shirt. Before you could fathom what it was he was doing, he was beside you on the couch, one arm wrapping around the back. Not quite touching you but obviously there.

“Oh, that’s a silly question, y/n, you know the answer to that one,” he said slowly in a low voice. You let out a sharp breath, feeling you heart begin to race again at how close he was. “I want to be your king.” He closed his eyes and turned away as he laughed at his own words, realizing what he had said.

You laughed along with him, though you knew you were so nervous your hands were shaking on the keyboard as you stared at the screen, unable to face him. “So if you…” correction, “He is dominant, what do you think is his favorite move? Seduction wise?”

He ran fingers over his beard, thinking for a moment. “Hmm…” he hummed. “Oh that is a tough one.” His eyes came back to you, analyzing you. “I would say,” his finger brushed your knee where your skirt stopped, “Loki would want something intimate.” Slowly, he brushed up your leg, speaking in his sultry voice, “I would want it slow. Painfully slow. Something to build the tension. Watch your body ache with need.” He was halfway up your thigh, still going. You wondered if he realized he had said ‘I’ again. “All because, deep down, the main purpose would be to make you beg me to give you what you really want. What you really need.” Your eyes watched eagerly without pulling away, almost daring and hoping he would continue.

Instead he stopped, smiling at you as you felt your blush deepen. You let out a sharp chuckle, absolutely embarrassed at yourself for wanting him to go on. Almost absurdly casual you deflected with, “How often do you find yourself forgetting you’re not actually Loki?”

He stopped laughing. His grin turned sly, his eyes darkened. Tom leaned in and retorted with his trademark villain voice, “What makes you think I’m not really Loki?”

You felt a shiver down your spine, letting out a rigid laugh. When he didn’t laugh as well, you finally looked at him.

Sitting on the couch, in head to toe costume, complete with the black hair extensions, black and green leather garb, heavy boots and devilish grin, sat Tom as Loki. You were so startled you cursed, jumping from the seat, dropping your laptop on the floor.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, completely flustered now. You felt on edge but let out a laugh regardless. “Oh, shit, I can’t believe you did that! You…” You looked around, waiting to see either a stunt double or the real Tom step out. But no one appeared. “...got me.”

It was a joke, wasn’t it?

Loki stood, his smile widening. He only took one step and he was upon you, looking down into your eyes, his glee never wavering. His hand came up to slightly lift your chin, not so much to make you look at him. You were already doing that. It was to show you he was truly there, he was truly in control. A panic ran through you but your mind still didn’t conceive what was happening.

“How did you set this up?” you asked, your voice threatening to crack under each word. “I didn’t even see anyone in the hotel room, how did you manage a switch like that….”

“Oh come now, y/n. You know exactly how I did this.” His fingers traced along your jaw, up your cheek, gently tucking your hair behind your ear. Your eyes were wide, your mind arguing within itself of what you knew to be real versus what you were seeing now.

You stepped back, letting his hand fall from you. “This isn’t funny,” you managed. But you backed into another person, it was so instant you didn’t even realize he had already vanished from before you. Before you could turn, Loki’s arms wrapped around you, a hand over your mouth to stifle your whimper, the other bringing you tightly against him. Despite yourself you felt a twist in the pit of your stomach, a scream inside of you that wanted more.

His lips brushed your ear as he whispered your name, asking, “With your provocative questions, my darling, I am simply curious. What are you willing to do to satisfy your king?”

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