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visceral-reject · 1 year ago

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I know it didn’t win the poll but I humbly ask you to write that RZ! Micheal Myers size kink fanfiction whenever you have the time and if you are feeling up to it🙏

{this is so late and I sincerely apologize TvT}

Sedatives

Tags: Dub-Con, Size Kink, Rough Sex, Choking, Manhandling, Reader is mentions to be a nurse some time ago, blood, knives, overstimulation, Michael is a warning himself. a/: this will most likely be one out of 2 parts anon im so sorry TvT

Sweet thing you were, you’d give the shirt off your own back if someone in need called for it, so giving and so trusting to even the most hardened criminals. It was a wonder how someone like you graced the halls of Smith’s Grove Sanitarium. You, a star-eyed nurse fresh from medical school. The scum and slime that riddled the halls of the hellish “sanctuary” you’d been accepted into. You skip down the halls with your checklist and medicine cart in tow. You were kind. You were happy. You’d given patients who’d hadn’t seen the sun in years the same kindness as one would give to an old friend. But you favored one more than the others.

Michael fucking Myers.

Silent halls.

Odd shadows.

Creaking wheels.

The usual ambiance of Smith’s Grove had finally settled within your nerves after a long long few months. You, with your now worn in uniform, counted the rooms with an intent gaze. On the left, even numbers, and parallel to them were odds. Though it was a weird concept, there was a reason. Those on the left, the doctors deemed ‘safe’ and had the possibility of rehabilitation.

Inmates that resided on the right wing however, well you didn’t quite know if you’re being honest, you weren’t allowed to even breath the wing’s direction yet. But one digresses. Your low heels made a blunt click click click upon the cold floors as you neared your station, medicine cart in tow. Your manicured hand reached for your ID, ringing yourself in as the loud pang alerted you of the unlocked status of the door, which was shoved open by your hip as you passed a polite nod to security. Your trek was cut short however, your overseer tugging you aside with a rather harsh hand.

“ You’re the medicine girl right?”

medicine girl…right. Giving a curt nod he sighed, his breath reeking of cheap coffee and some kind of alcohol. His orders were short, clipped and rather rude. Though the next words he uttered left your mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

“ You’re doing both wards. Kirsten…had an incident. “

Fucking hell.

So now, here you were, approaching your last patient for the night. With security stalking behind you with scowls as they glared at patients through the tiny windows. You gulps, it was never patients that scared you, no. It was the sleazes that worked outside the cells. Their wolffish stares and ugly grins. You shook your head, you were approaching Michael’s cell.

You didn’t know much about him, only whispers of the monster, the brute that killed most of his family. A grade A killer, someone that should be locked away from society if not for Mr. Loomis’s need to study him like some kind of bug. But, you being you, wouldn’t let that stop you from being kind. That’s what irked you most about people here, these patients were still human at the end of the day. They still bled, they still died, they had interests and dislikes and personalities. You sighed, eying the dainty wrist watch. ‘ Just an hour and a half..’ you thought as some scum of a man unlocked the heavy metal door. Eying you as you motioned him to move aside.

“ Careful, he hasn’t seen such a young thing like you in a while…might finally remember he’s got a cock. “ the guard, who’s tag read Pierson, chuckled, elbowing his colleague. You could feel their gaze raking across your body, internally you gagged. Lurching forward was a far easier than you wanted to admit, medicines and needles clattering at the motion as the door slammed behind you, leaving you to jump.

Michael’s room was…interesting looking at it.

Buzzing overhead lights gave some relief as you tended to your cart, organizing the arrangement of pills and sedatives in their respective cup to serve to the inmate, who’s back was turned to you, fiddling with another mask that would surely find its way with the rest that perched upon the greening walls. Finally, you found the correct assortment. Smiling to yourself, you turned to face the mountain of a man.

“ Alright Mr.Myers, here’s your dailies! Dr. Loomis upped your sedatives so if you feel a bit off thats the cause! “ you chirped, leaving the cup a bit of a distance. Like you’d heard from the other nurses, Michael gave no indication of acknowledgment, hands stained with the glue-water mixture. The masks on the wall drew your attention, though you didn’t dare raise a hand to touch the precious things, knowing how it felt to have your art defiled by ignorant hands. “ You have a lovely night Mr. Myers! The mask are gorgeous as well! Truly a work of art. “ you smiled, warmth radiating from your aura.

Oh sweet thing. What have you done?

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agentnatesewell · 17 days ago

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Alright lay em on me - what theories do you have for book 4? I want the random small stuff and the big nasty painful theories (I’m sitting in hell after reading through the demo so fast LOL just been surviving on everyone’s theories 😭😭! So I would love to hear yours!)

Hello friend! Thank you for the ask! This demo has been consuming me - I need to go through every single choice (and there are sprinklings of lore hints - such as N saying to be careful justice doesn’t become revenge or A subtly reacting to people turning into ash). Of course, the Rebecca theories. And the scenes with the other Units

Theories!

* While we learn N’s backstory and the big bad thing, we won’t learn but instead will witness N’s Tier X power (more obvious than the b3 scene)

* Rebecca will be tempted by the idea of seeing Rook once more, or will be trapped/caught by Li-Sar and will see the hallucinations of Rook. Rebecca might not survive this book, but she might (probably will) - and if she does, she’ll finally accept the Agency’s offering of grief counseling

* We will learn a lot more about Rook (which has been mentioned, the idea placing it in the Bobby/Douglas route if you took Rebecca to the auction)

* This is my bestie’s idea! Not mine! But I love it so much that I am going to mention it. That Units Alpha/Delta/Victor will help in capturing Li-Sar (because of the mention of their strengths/weaknesses)

* The masquerade is going to be so extravagant and a big, bad thing is going to happen ->

* Big, bad might include: the UB LI might accidentally be very injured again by the MC or on purpose by Li-Sar. Solar magic will continue to put them in peril ->

* THERE WILL BE THE VAMPIRE BITE! To save the LI’s life

Those are my big theories. Things I would like to see:

* Eric telling Verda his big secret / Pierson being revealed to Tina

* The LT having an ending point (number one of three)

* Meeting X (ex-member)

* Getting closure with Rook

* Bobby about to bust the story WIDE OPEN / Douglas settling into being a supernatural

* The option for a steamy scene with Li-Sar

Those are what I have off the top of my head! As with books two and three, we will learn more about UB’s backstories (LI and BFF routes)

Thanks for the ask! This is so fun and I am so excited for more!

#thank you for the ask!#i have more asks from last week that i will answer!#the wayhaven chronicles #twc book 4 #twc spoilers

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hoodedboy79 · 1 month ago

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Robert Zussman hc's

-(Male Reader)-

I've been playing Cod WW2 a lot recently and when I tell you I would bark for this man, I mean it wholeheartedly 😀

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• Bro is SWEATING when his feelings towards you shift from platonic to potentially something more.

• He definitely isn't letting this come between you two or make him treat you any different than he usually does though.

• He's your best friend before anything else and he already would die for you, so why should this change anything?

• Homiesexual fr

• God forbid you speak German, he is rabid. But would urge you to keep it between the two of you, you've seen how the rest (Pierson) treats him for speaking it and he doesn't want them to be hostile towards you as well.

• Honestly see Zussman having crazy religious guilt. Ignoring the time period and the obvious homophobia that comes with it that would make anyone apprehensive, I feel like Zussman would've been raised to look for a nice Jewish woman to marry (and preferably quick by his mother) so falling for a man conflicts him for a long time.

• Talking about the time period, Zussman struggles with his feelings for so long, unsure how to deal with the attraction. It wasn't like he could confide in anyone about it or let his crush be known in any way, there isn't even any women around that he could force himself to concentrate on in hopes of his feelings shifting over to them, instead he's forced to bury them as far down as he can and deal with the constant paranoia of someone figuring it out and reporting him.

• Really wants you and Daniels to get along, like REALLY wants you to.

• On the other hand, Zussman tries to hide it, but he can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when you talk to someone else, especially that charming SOE, Arthur. He wonders if you know, or even suspect how he feels when he gets like this, which reins him in a bit.

• Is a mix between glad and embarrassed if you come to his defense against Aiello.

• On one hand he's glad that you care enough to try and stand up for him but embarrassed on the other because he was taught to defend himself, also doesn't want to get you in trouble with Pierson or Turner.

• Tries to stay near you as often as he possibly can, both during combat and out.

• The moment you're in immediate danger, Zussman’s heart races. Whether it’s an intense firefight or a close call, he finds himself charging into the fray to try and make sure you get out of there safe. He doesn’t always know why, but he just can't stand the thought of losing you. Even if he knows he can't always protect you.

• Makes sure you always have a med kit on you.

• Literally has more med kits on him than anything else for you and Daniels.

• You two are making him go grey.

• He will keep telling you the story of the captain of the football team wanting his watch, Daniels is forever thankful that he's not the only one who now has to sit through the story for the 80th time.

• If you're a smoker, Zussman will give you any spare cigarettes he can find or will offer to share the one he's smoking if supply runs low.

• Back to his not so platonic feelings, Zussman wouldn't tell you anything about them, this is something he's prepared to take to his grave. He would feel guilty for even touching you at times, even if nothing untoward was meant by it.

• But he will constantly 'joke' with you like: 'Think you'd ever fall for this handsome American G.I.? Kidding 👀'

• Please 'joke' back.

• Worries nonstop about whether or not you and Daniels are still alive when he gets captured.

• During his time as a prisoner of war, Zussman tries to hold on to any shred of hope like many others. He imagines you and Daniels leading the rest of the platoon on a rescue mission or finding a way to free him. His thoughts are consumed by memories of shared moments—those quiet conversations by the campfire, shared laughter, and the little gestures from you that meant so much to him. He clings to those memories, even when hope starts to dim, and wonders if, somehow, you know just how much you mean to him.

• When Zussman is finally freed, it’s a blur of chaos and adrenaline. At first, he doesn’t know if it’s real. He’s still dazed, his body bruised and exhausted, his mind can't tell if the gunshot and the blur of that bastard Metz collapsing was his imagination or not. But when you and Daniels rush to his side, followed by the rest, he hopes, the most he has, that it's real and not just some really fucked up dream he's having.

• In the hospital, Zussman struggles in more ways than one, not only with his physical recovery and the constant nightmares/mental toll but also with his emotions towards you. Seeing you sitting by his bed—your eyes tired but focused on him—makes him feel both comforted and conflicted. He’s grateful to be alive and that you survived too, but there's a feeling of discomfort in letting you see him like this, so different to who he started out as.

• You catch him staring at you more than once while he's recovering, his expression soft but distant, as if he’s debating whether to say something or keep it to himself.

• Still, he leans on you more than he’ll ever admit during his recovery. Whether it’s helping him sit up, distracting him from the nightmares, or just sitting in comfortable silence, your presence makes all the difference, regardless if it feels weird at times.

• If you bring him anything while he’s in the hospital—whether it’s a book, a cigarette, or even just a cup of coffee—Zussman treasures it like it’s the most precious thing in the world, mostly because he realises how hard it must've been the sneak it past the skeptical eyes of the nurses.

"You spoil me," he jokes, though his grin is warm and genuine.

• When Zussman tells you to visit him in Chicago, he means it with every fiber of his being. There’s a subtle, hopeful edge in his voice, like he’s offering more than just an invitation—it’s a lifeline, a promise that even after the war, he doesn’t want to lose you. He imagines the two of you in a quieter world, sharing stories over a drink at his favorite diner or walking through the bustling streets, finally able to just be without the weight of battle hanging over you. The thought alone keeps him going as he dreams of a future where you’re still in it.

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I gave up at certain parts of this but it's been in my drafts for months and I've finally finished it so 🥴

Hope this was decent!

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verymaudlin · 3 months ago

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Hi everyone, my name is Maudlin. I'm 29 years old and I dream of becoming a apparel designer and makeup artist. I have big dreams, passion, resilience, tenacity and the heart of an artist. What I don't have is familial support, financial stability or the stable foundation of a good home life to realize these dreams. My two sources of income were depop and a part time job (less than 15 hours a week) and my depop just got suspended and it'll take some doing to get it back again. I'm currently looking for steadier income, but while I navigate the job market for something viable, I'd like to start saving what I do have to start my business(es). I have long term plans of starting a makeup artistry business, for which I have proper training, as well as plans to attend an online fashion merchandising program. I need about $1000 worth of materials to start my makeup business and have it be self-sustaining, and the fashion program tuition is $999. Until I can put the puzzle pieces of my future into place, I need the emotional and material support of friends, family (besides my mom lol) and a wonderful online community to whom I am forever indebted. Reblogs of this post are just as special to me as donations, and I can't begin to express my gratitude for any help you may have to offer. Thank you.

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fafnir19 · 7 months ago

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Sibling love

Lou shuffled into the dimly lit pub, the familiar scent of stale beer and chatter welcoming him. He greeted his friends with hearty slaps on the back, their laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses. As Lou settled into a worn barstool, nursing a pint of amber liquid, his thoughts drifted to his sister, Shenia.

Her boyfriend, Pierson, was a constant thorn in his side. Lou couldn't fathom what Shenia saw in the pompous man with his perfectly coiffed hair and refined airs. "Oi, Lou, what's got you looking like someone spat in your pint?" Mick, one of Lou's mates, nudged him with a grin. Lou shook his head, a scowl tugging at his lips. "It's that berk, Pierson. Can't stand the sight of him." "Just ignore the posh git, mate. Another round?" Mick gestured to the bartender. As the night wore on, Lou's discontent simmered beneath the surface. He couldn't understand Shenia's fascination with the upper-class lifestyle that Pierson embodied.

To Lou, the simple pleasures of a rowdy football match and a few pints with friends held more appeal than the refined world Pierson inhabited.

Some weeks later …

The salty tang of the ocean breeze mingled with the laughter and chatter of vacationers as Lou strolled down the bustling promenade of the small coastal town with his sister, Shenia. She walked beside him, her fashion-forward presence contrasting with Lou's casual attire. In the distance, Pierson strolled confidently, his curly hair catching the golden light. "I can't believe we're spending a week of vacation with that posh git," Lou muttered under his breath, kicking a pebble in frustration.

Shenia shot him a warning glance. "Be nice, Lou. Pierson is great, and this vacation will be fun." Lou rolled his eyes. "Fun for you, maybe. I'd rather be back at the pub with my mates, not playing third wheel to you two lovebirds." Pierson, overhearing the exchange, raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem, old chap?" Lou clenched his jaw, barely concealing his disdain. "No problem, just not a fan of being stuck with a pompous investment banker for the week." Pierson's lips curled into a smug smile. "Ah, I see. Can't handle the sophistication, can you?"

Before Lou could retort, Shenia chimed in, trying to diffuse the tension. "Come on, guys, let's not ruin the vacation before it even starts. We're here to relax and have a good time."

Shenia's eyes lit up as she spotted a quaint lingery shop, her excitement palpable. "Ooh, I have to check out this store, guys. Meet you in a bit," Shenia said before disappearing into the shop. Lou let out a grunt, rolling his eyes. Pierson, ever the gentleman, chuckled quietly, his distinguished aura contrasting with Lou's more rugged appearance. As the two men wandered further down the street, they stumbled upon a mysterious curiosity shop, its windows filled with eclectic oddities. Lou's curiosity piqued, he pushed the creaky door open, Pierson following suit with a raised eyebrow. Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of ancient relics and forgotten memories. Lou's eyes darted around the cluttered shelves, his fingers itching to touch the intriguing objects.

Pierson, always poised, observed with a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. But as inevitable as the tide, an argument erupted between the two. Lou's frustration bubbled over, and he made a move to push Pierson, who sidestepped gracefully. The collision sent Lou stumbling backward, crashing into a shelf of delicate artifacts. The sound of shattered glass shattered the tense silence.

Pierson's face flushed with embarrassment as he surveyed the broken displays. "I'll pay for the damage, I promise," he offered, genuine contrition coloring his voice. The shopkeeper, Jenkins, a mysterious figure with a twinkle in his eye, intervened swiftly. "No need for monetary compensation," he said, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. "You two gentlemen need more than just a lesson in manners." With a flick of his wrist, Jenkins tossed a small glass bottle at their feet, the impact shattering it into a cloud of swirling smoke that enveloped Lou and Pierson in a surreal haze. Amidst the eerie mist, their voices echoed in confusion, blending into a cacophony of disbelief. Lou's rough, incredulous scream clashed with Pierson's cultured gasp. When the haze cleared, the reality of their situation dawned on them. Lou stared in horror at the reflection of Pierson's well-groomed appearance in the mirror, while Pierson's eyes widened in shock at the sight of Lou's younger but rough-hewn features. Jenkins' voice cut through the stunned silence, his words dripping with mystery. "You two now inhabit each other's bodies," he explained cryptically. "For a week, you must live each other's lives. But remember, you cannot reveal this switch to anyone." Lou’s voice trembled with disbelief as he struggled to process the bizarre twist of fate. "This can't be happening," he moaned, his fists clenched in frustration. Pierson's refined laughter, coming from Lou’s mouth, tinkled like a melody in the dusty air of the curiosity shop, a mix of uncertainty and bemusement coloring his tone. "Well, it seems we're in quite a peculiar predicament, old chap," he remarked, a touch of irony lacing his words. As the realization of their predicament sank in, Lou and Pierson braced themselves for a week of navigating each other's vastly different worlds, their lives intertwined in a dizzying dance of fate.

Lou's mind raced as he struggled to adjust to inhabiting Pierson's body. The tailored clothes felt suffocating, and the weight of his upscale upbringing pressed down on him like a heavy burden. The next days he pretended to have a cold, using it as a shield against Shenia's unsettling advances.

The charade of embodying his sister's pompous boyfriend had been a challenging task all week long but Lou managed it rather well and he was relieved that he only need to survive another night. On the final night of the bizarre body swap Lou and Shenia striding back to the hotel room from a lackluster dinner. Shenia's sultry gaze bore into Pierson's body -unaware that Lou was inside-, her usual advances met with indifference and disgust behind Pierson's facade.

Lou began to unbutton his shirt, ready to retire for the night, only to be jolted by a sudden push that sent him tumbling onto the plush bed. Before he could grasp the situation, Shenia, with a predatory gleam in her eyes, swiftly tied his limbs to the bedposts, straddling him with a provocative smirk playing on her lips. "Pierson, rejecting me all week...You know how to make me horny," Shenia purred, her voice laced with desire as she pressed her body against Lou's, a shiver running down his spine at the unnerving intimacy of the moment.

"I...this isn't right, Shenia," Lou stuttered, his voice betraying his inner turmoil. But his feeble protests only seemed to stoke the fire burning in Shenia's eyes. With a devilish grin, she mounted Pierson's body, unknowingly concealing Lou within, like a predator ready to pounce. "I'll ride you like the stallion you are," Shenia purred, her movements fluid and intoxicating. Despite his internal screams of protest, Lou found himself, or rather Pierson’s body, succumbing to the sensations coursing through him, his sister's actions pushing him past the point of no return. "Don't fight it, Pierson. Let yourself go," Shenia whispered, her breath hot against his neck. As Shenia's movements grew more urgent, Lou's attempts to resist became futile. The rhythmic rocking of their bodies set a pace that his traitorous form responded to, despite his best efforts to maintain control. The sensations coursing through him were overwhelming, a tidal wave of conflicting emotions that threatened to consume him whole. His body moved of its own accord, syncing with hers in a dance of forbidden passion that defied all logic and reason. Pleasure mixed with guilt, desire mingling with shame in a maelstrom of sensations that left him reeling. The dam broke and Lou gave in to the primal urges with a stifled cry. A torrent release of satisfaction washed over him in waves of ecstasy and remorse as he shoot his load into his sister. Exhausted and spent, Lou lay there in the aftermath, his chest heaving with the weight of what had transpired.

Shame and regret hung heavy in the air, casting a pall over the room as he drifted into a fitful sleep, haunted by the echoes of a moment that could never be undone.

As the sun slowly peeked through the curtains, Lou jolted awake in his own bed. Confusion swirled through his mind like a whirlpool of chaos as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Curls that were foreign to him now adorned his head, giving him an air of sophistication he had never known. Combined with the angular features that stared back at him, he bore a striking resemblance to Pierson.

Heart pounding, Lou wasted no time in rushing to the Curiosity Shop, his mind ablaze with questions. The bell above the door tinkled as he entered, and there stood Jenkins, the enigmatic shop owner, his gaze piercing through Lou like a sharp dagger. "Please, explain this madness to me," Lou demanded, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief. Jenkins' eyes bore into Lou's, a somber expression clouding his face. "You have crossed a line that was never meant to be breached," he intoned gravely. "What you did, or rather, with Pierson's body, is forbidden by the ancient magic that governs our world." Lou's breath caught in his throat as he braced himself for whatever revelation was to come. "What do you mean?" he managed to choke out. Jenkins let out a weary sigh, his eyes betraying a hint of sorrow. "The bond of blood runs deep, and the magic cannot abide the mixing of such ties. Your liaison with Shenia, even if through Pierson's vessel, has altered your destiny irrevocably." A wave of realization crashed over Lou, the weight of his actions settling heavily upon his shoulders. "So, what now?" he whispered, a sense of unease creeping into his being. Jenkins' voice was soft yet firm as he spoke, each word carrying the weight of an ancient decree. "You are no longer Lou, the brother of Shenia. You are now Logan, the brother of Pierson." The weight of Jenkins' words crashed down on Logan like a ton of bricks, his mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of Jenkins' words. "But...but how is this possible? How can I become Pierson's brother just because of one night's mistake?" he cried out, his voice laced with a sense of desperation. Jenkins placed a comforting hand on Logan's shoulder, his touch surprisingly warm despite the gravity of the situation. "The magic works in mysterious ways, young Logan. It seeks to right the wrongs and prevent the gravest of sins. Incest is a taboo that cannot be breached, even in the guise of another's body. And so, you have been reborn as Logan, the brother of Pierson, forever tied to his fate." Tears welled up in Logan's eyes, the weight of his actions crashing down upon him with a force he had never known. "So, I'm stuck like this? As Pierson's brother, forever condemned to bear his features and his disgusting posh locks?" Logan's voice wavered, his eyes pleading for a glimmer of hope. "Embrace this new path, young Logan," Jenkins murmured in a voice that was void of any hope. With a heavy heart, Logan turned to leave the Curiosity Shop.

And so Logan, once Lou, once Shenia's brother, now walked an unknown path. The echoes of his past echoed in the chambers of his heart, reminding him of the price he had paid for a night of forbidden passion.

The old brick facade of St. Montgomery's Boarding School loomed imposingly as Logan made his way through the gates, his footsteps echoing against the cobblestones. His attire had shifted from Lou's casual jeans and t-shirts to Pierson's tailored suits and polished brogues, a stark reflection of the transformation he'd undergone and his newfound identity as Pierson's brother. He navigated the halls of the prestigious boarding school with an air of sophistication that mirrored his brother Pierson.

Logan's transformation from a middle-class lad to a distinguished young man was as perplexing as it was enlightening. Among the polished corridors and echoes of privilege, Logan found solace in embracing his newfound identity. The once familiar faces of his friends seemed to slide away like shadows under a sunlit canopy, replaced by the eager smiles of his new acquaintances. They chatted animatedly about field hockey matches, regattas, and upcoming operatic performances, topics that were foreign to the former Lou but now resonated with Logan.

Walking with a confident stride, Logan couldn't shake off the feeling that he was drifting further away from his roots. The boy who once relished in the thrill of a football match now found solace in the refined elegance of water sports and the exhilaration of a well-played hockey game.

As he adjusted his blazer, a subtle touch of arrogance seeped into his demeanor, mirroring the polished exterior of Pierson. One day, as he sat in the campus library engrossed in his studies, the image of Shenia, his former sister, crept into his mind. His thoughts lingered on her, and for a moment, he compared her to the elegant ladies of the elite circles he now frequented. A flicker of disdain crossed his features as he thought of her simplicity, her lack of refinement compared to the refined women he now socialized with. Realizing the direction his thoughts were taking, Logan shook his head, banishing the comparison between Shenia and his newfound acquaintances. Despite the changes that had consumed him, Shenia, in her essence, was still his sister. He couldn't allow himself to view her through the jaded lens of privilege and sophistication that now colored his world.

The summer holidays came and Logan traveled to the small coastal town like the previous year. As he wandered through the quaint streets of the seaside town, an unsettling feeling gnawed at the depths of his consciousness. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something felt off, as if a vital piece of himself had been spirited away by the mischievous shopkeeper. Lost in his swirling thoughts, Logan meandered through the cobblestone alleys until he stumbled upon the very curiosity shop that had launched him into this bewildering journey. Hesitant but resolute, he pushed open the creaking door, the bell above tinkling faintly in welcome. Jenkins, the enigmatic shopkeeper, regarded him with a sly smile, his eyes twinkling with a knowing glint. "Back again, I see. My, my, haven't you settled into your new self quite splendidly, Logan," Jenkins crooned with an air of satisfaction, thoroughly reveling in the disconcerting turn of events.

Logan squared his shoulders, a glimmer of defiance flickering within him. "This isn't who I am! I'm still Lou, deep down," he protested, his brows furrowing in desperation. The shopkeeper's condescending laughter echoed through the dimly lit store. "Oh, it's easy to fix that," he stated, unperturbed. With a snap of his fingers, an eerie energy filled the air, sending shivers down Logan's spine. He felt a sensation rush through him, making his member throb and stiff. "Whwhat...what are you doing?" Logan stammered, panic creeping into his voice.

His eyes widened in horror as the shopkeeper revealed his cruel ultimatum. "All you need to do is to cum, bask in the sweet release of your desires, and poof! Goodbye, Lou, farewell to the memories that tether you to your former life," Jenkins cooed, his voice an unsettling blend of persuasion and menace. Panic gripped Logan's chest, his heart pounding in his ears as he struggled against the insidious command. The shop owner took a step closer, his demeanor exuding an unsettling mix of authority and insidious glee. Without warning, his hand delved into Logan's pants, closing around his stiffening member. "Come on, Logan," the shopkeeper coaxed, his tone laced with manipulation. "Be a good boy and cum in my hand." Logan's eyes widened in horror as he grappled with a tidal wave of conflicting emotions. No matter how hard he fought, he found himself losing control, succumbing to the overpowering force of the shopkeeper's manipulative touch. With a breathless gasp, Logan relinquished his will, spilling his cum into the shopkeeper's waiting palm. As the last droplets disappeared, his memories of Lou faded into an abyss of oblivion, leaving behind a void where his former self had once resided. Exhaling a freed sigh, Logan staggered from the shop and a pleasant emptiness seeping into his fractured psyche.

Unbeknownst to him, Jenkins bottled the milky essence of memories and thrust them onto an inconspicuous shelf, murmuring a sinister monologue to the quiescent air. "I could never stand that chav Lou," Jenkins mused, reveling in his sinister triumph. "But preserved within this vessel, his essence remains, a testament to the power I wield. A tantalizing prospect, for with Lou's residual memories, who knows the potent transformations I could orchestrate. Perhaps, someday, with Lou's lingering shades, I shall shape someone into the very embodiment of a chav. Oh, the possibilities..."

Logan brushed his hand over his forehead as a disorienting fog clouded his mind. He wandered through the seaside town and his thoughts started to coalesced around one singular idea. He harbored a fervent desire to persuade his beloved brother and role model, Pierson, to dump the vulgar Shenia. Meanwhile the lingering traces of Lou's essence danced silently in the confines of a miniature vial, and Logan was supposed to be lost in the beckoning posh world of sophistication and arrogance.

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