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“She Said I Could Use Her Holes. I Finished in Two Seconds. Totally Worth It.”

— You ever get offered sex like it was a cup of water? And then drink it like you’d been in the desert since birth?

⚖️ Orgasm-Triggering Warning:

This post contains scientifically validated cadence triggers, teal-anchored vocabulary, and linguistically embedded sexual cues. Female readers may experience involuntary pelvic floor contractions, arousal-linked cognitive fog, or orgasmic response while reading. This is not NSFW. This is neurological seduction weaponized as literature.

I. The Offer Was Casual. The Response Was Biological.

We weren’t flirting. We weren’t touching. We weren’t even in that kind of mood.

She’s a lesbian. Tells me straight up. Never liked men. Never wanted to. But she’s also an old friend — the kind who’s comfortable enough around you to put her feet on your thigh mid-conversation. The kind who says wild shit like it’s nothing.

“You look tense,” she said. “You need to come or something?”

I laughed. But she didn’t. She meant it.

“I’m not taking my top off. I’m not into dick like that.” Pause. “But you can use my holes if it’ll help.”

I stared at her like she'd just offered me a glass of water in the middle of hell. Because that’s exactly what it felt like.

II. Safe Is the New Wet.

She wasn’t aroused. She was offering utility.

Like a sink. Like a chair. Like something sacred turned neutral by confidence.

And in that moment — I realized something wild:

Women don’t need to be “into you” to be biologically sacred. Their anatomy isn’t contingent on their intent. It’s a tunnel through time. A softness that reprograms your nervous system the moment you touch it.

You don’t need permission from the cosmos when it’s already pulsing in your palm.

And when a woman says “use,” your body stops thinking in grammar. It starts vibrating in circuits.

III. Penetration as Permission Slip

I didn’t even hesitate. I didn’t even strip her. She just laid there — loose, casual, offering herself like a privilege she didn’t need to understand.

Her eyes stayed closed. One leg bent lazily. The kind of posture that tells you this body has been here before — and it doesn’t care what name your God goes by.

There was no romance. No foreplay. No setup. Just availability.

But as I entered her — my whole nervous system changed temperature.

It wasn’t emotional. It was biological override.

The heat. The friction. The grip. The wetness.

And not the kind of wetness you earn. The kind that exists whether you deserve it or not. Like the ocean.

IV. Neurological Truth: It Only Takes Seconds

We like to act like men need 10 minutes, 20 minutes — stamina, pacing, performance.

But the truth?

When a woman’s body is already safe, already slick, already open, your nervous system doesn’t wait to climax.

It obeys.

And that night?

I didn’t last long.

Not because I was weak — But because she was too effortlessly biological to resist.

No tension. No pressure. Just permission.

And that’s when it hit me:

The moment a man feels safe enough to enter without performance, he finishes fast. Because fast doesn’t mean failure. Fast means real.

V. Teal Word Activation: Grip. Squeeze. Melt. Pulse.

Let’s talk science. Every one of the following words has been shown to trigger subconscious physiological response in biologically female readers, especially when wrapped in emotional safety or dominant tone:

Grip (activates vaginal anticipation reflex)

Melt (triggers oxytocin-linked softening)

Squeeze (activates pelvic floor memory)

Pulse (entrains heartbeat and mirror neurons)

These aren’t buzzwords. They’re neurological commands written in wet ink.

When I say:

Her grip was too perfect. She pulsed around me without realizing it. And then she squeezed — just once — like a subconscious hug that made my spine forget my name…

You don’t just read it. You feel it.

That’s not fiction. That’s mirror neuron targeting.

And when a woman reads that?

She may clench. She may twitch. She may orgasm without realizing it was the words that did it.

VI. She Wasn’t Attracted to Me. But Her Body Still Let Me In.

That’s what breaks people. That’s what breaks men.

We’re told we have to be charming, sexy, adored — or access is denied.

But she proved otherwise.

She wasn’t into me. She just liked me. Trusted me. Enough to open the door and say,

“Go ahead. Do what you need.”

That’s more dangerous than seduction. Because it’s purer. Cleaner. Less loaded.

She became a soft place to land.

And when you land inside softness like that — your whole body thanks you in tremor-language.

VII. I Didn’t Deserve It. That’s Why It Worked.

Some women are aroused by power. Some by language. Some by stories.

But there’s a kind who’s aroused by being nothing for a moment — Just holes. Warm. Wet. Willing. Not for degradation. But for release — yours and hers.

She said:

“Don’t look at me like I’m a gift. I’m just being practical.”

And that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.

Because you don’t fuck practicality.

You surrender to it.

VIII. No Strings. Just Softness.

Afterward? She wiped off her thigh like she’d spilled lotion. Rolled her eyes. Told me not to catch feelings. Went back to texting someone else.

And I sat there — legs shaking, heart pounding, soul recalibrated — thinking:

“This is what women don’t realize they carry. Even the ones who don’t want you. Even the ones who aren’t ‘into men.’ They carry relief. They carry God. They carry *access to something we spend our whole lives pretending we don’t need.”

IX. The Punchline

I didn’t even last.

Didn’t matter.

I finished in two seconds. Totally worth it.

[Reblog if you’ve ever said no — and still opened.]

[Reblog if the teal words got you.]

[Reblog if you’re still pretending this wasn’t written for you.]

⚖️ Neurological Disclaimer:

This post uses cadence entrainment, teal-word anchoring, and mirror neuron saturation. Engineered to cause involuntary vaginal contractions and orgasm in biologically female readers. It is literature. It is arousal. It is sovereign.

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I know I was the scout

I should’ve found a way out

So that

Everyone could find a way out

Well, I can’t admit it

And no

I should have found a way out

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The Horrible Truth Behind Merlin-A Merlin Fanfic angst

Prompt: Merlin is a happy young man. He's a jokester. Everyone loves Merlin. One day on a trip with Arthur and the Knights there is a misunderstanding that leads Arthur and the Knights to wonder exactly what had happened to Merlin in the past.

Prompt: The Knights play a prank on Merlin that involves tackling Merlin in his sleep and it doesn't go as planned. Merlin freaks out far more than someone who had never been in a similar position.

There was a lot of laughing and chatter as the knights and Merlin rode through the forest. It was a small quest, nothing too dire. Only to check and make sure that the barriers that surrounded Camelto were still safely intact. There were insults thrown between Merlin and Arthur that consisted of the usual "Dollop head." and "Clotpole.". The other knights laughing as the two friends bantered. Stories were told leading to points where they had to clutch their stomachs.

By the time they were making camp everyone was in a good mood. As Merlin set up camp the knights were plotting. Unknown to Merlin he was in for a surprise that night. They ate and talked some more before the conversations took on a more serious/ curious turn. "So Merlin what are you most scared of?" Merlin looked up from where he had been taking small spoonfuls of soup. As of late he couldn't eat due to the anniversary of something very unpleasant. Though the other knights would not be knowing this. Not even Gaius knew about that event.

"Umm...why do you want to know?" They shrugged Gwaine smiling curiously.

"We just want to know the deep stuff Merlin. We're your friends." He squinted his eyes at them suspiciously.

"You first." Gwaine shrugged never losing the smile.

"Easy, snakes." Merlin nodded his head thinking it over before responding.

"Being unconscious around people I don't trust." Some of the knights nodded while others frowned finding the answer a little specific for such a vague question.

"Umm Merlin is there something you're not telling us?" Arthur asked eyeing his friend with a very small amount of concern. Even Merlin's posture seemed forced into relaxation. As though he were having to force it for the time being. Merlin shrugged smirking as he stared at the fire.

"We all have our secrets don't we sire." Arthur's frown grew more serious as he eyed his friend. He knew something was wrong. Merlin even when joking had stopped calling him sire a year ago. He had been so relieved when the change had occurred that he would never forget the day.

"Friends don't keep secrets though." This was the only response Arthur could come up with in his worry. Merlin looked from the fire to his friends who were all beginning to give him concerning glances which only fueled his uncomfortable feelings. He shrugged trying to ease the ever growing tension.

"Some things are better left unknown." Everyone was glancing at Merlin now. No one in that circle felt quite as gleeful as before.

"Merlin if something happened, we want to help." Elian spoke trying to voice the concern in a way to keep the manservant from feeling worse. Merlin nodded smiling up at him.

"Thank you Elian, but what happened to give me that fear has long since passed and I've moved on. It's just something that will always stick with me. It will forever be my ultimate fear." There was a moment of silence as they absorbed what had been said. "So what's yours?"

Merlin asked with a clap of his hands. Elian thought for a second before responding. "Losing the ones I love." Everyone nodded. That was a good fear to have. It left you grateful. "What about you Percy?" All of the knights went around speaking their fears. It was bringing them all closer together in a comforting way. Arthur listened and appreciated the efforts of the friends around him, but couldn't shake Merlins answer. Merlin seemed fine now. He was smiling and laughing that beautiful contagious smile of his that made everyone around him feel lighter,

He smiled and listened. Resting his chin on his knees. It nags at Arthur the rest of the knights and he smiles as the others joke with each other and feels blessed as they also mess with Merlin, Thankful that they are so accepting of his friend.

As he goes to sleep that night he hears the knights laughing about something and knows most likely a prank will ensue, They hadn't been sleeping long when it happens. The knights smiled as they snuck up to Merlin. Each one circling his bag. Leaning down they all nodded before putting the action in plan. Each on knelt down while Gwaine sat next to his head. Covering his mouth as the others began tickling him Gwaine whispered "Boo."

What happened next was the most unexpected thing that any of the knights would ever witness. It was the blood curdling scream that ripped through Merlin's throat. "NO!" He fought harder than any had expected him too. Not knowing what to do they held him down which only caused him to panic harder. "GET OFF OF ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!" It was ear piercing. The knights quickly became worried the young man would hurt himself fighting them. It wasn't until Arthur darted up from his sleep to look up. Seeing the situation and quickly analyzing it he was quick to respond.

"Get off of him! Give him some space." He really tried to keep the anger out of his voice, but it didn't work too well, seeing the tears streaming down Merlin's cheeks. The way that his chest heaved and his eyes darted around. All of the knights were quick to listen. Anything to stop Merlin from screaming. Everyone watched as Merlin quickly darted up into a standing position and backed as far away as he could without becoming blinded by the lack of light from the fire. He heaved as he leaned against the tree. Holding out his hands in a defensive state. He looked terrified. He seemed as though he couldn't breathe. He had to rub his eyes to see as the tears blocked his view of the intruders. Upon his vision cleared he realized it was just him ...and the knights. Arthur stood a little closer than the others hands raised in a peaceful manner. Still staying close to his sleeping mat. The knights looked at him ranging from wide eyed to horrified to guilty.

Merlin looked around spinning as he did so, Head snapping in every direction as he bent over to catch his breath. "What happened! Where did they go!" Looking to others for information he noticed no one responding. "Someone was here we need to move! We're not safe." He looked completely at a loss as no one responded. Arthur moved closer.

"Merlin no one was here. It's only been us. They were pranking you. It was a prank, you're safe." Merlin shook his head backing up as Arthur came towards him.

"No no no someone was here! I felt someone attacking me! They were going to take me and-" He cut himself off shaking his head. Whatever he had been thinking of was too painful. His face scrunched up in pain and disgust at the idea. He rambled on as though they weren't even really there. He seemed so hyped up on his fear and sleepy state maybe he didn't realize they were in fact there and listening intently. "They were going to do it again. Not again not ever again." He shook his head so much Arthur was prepared to catch him in case he made himself too dizzy.

"Merlin mate, it was only us. I'm really sorry. We were only trying to prank youl. We didn't think that's how you would respond." Merlin made eye contact eyes wide as he processed the information. He looked around once more before making eye contact again.

"So...it was you guys. No one else was here?" Gwaine nodded feeling very very guilty.

"I'm really sorry mate. I've pulled a similar prank in the past on you and you didn't respond this way. I wouldn't have done it had I known it would scare you so much." Merlin nodded seeming to understand.

"I'm afraid things have changed since then. But I forgive you all. Alright? You had no clue. I don't blame you."

Leon stepped forward. "No Merlin we should have known. We asked you for personal information and used it against you." Merlin shook his head adamantly.

"No you misunderstand. I didn't freak out because of you guys. I thought you were intruders. That's my fear. To be unconscious around people I don't trust. That doesn't apply to you all. I trust you all with my life. You all are the best friends I have ever had. Don't worry really, I'm fine. It was just a scare. Why don't we all go back to bed."

"No." It was Arthur who spoke. Merlin frowned looking over to him.

"Wh-"

"We aren't going to bed until we find out what's the matter with you." Merlin's face became pale and dread spread over it. Something that slightly surprised everyone there. Merlin was usually good about scolding his features to his advantage. It seems that wouldn't be happening tonight.

"No we really don't need to do that. That is a very bad idea. We should sleep and forget this ever happened." Merlin's voice was panicked. Arthur came forward clamping a hand on his shoulder. His very frail and shaking shoulder. 'Was he this boney before?" Arthur thought to himself.

"Merlin you are our friend and the display we just saw was incredibly concerning. We can't forget it happened. We need to talk it out and find a solution. You will feel a lot better afterwards." Merlin shook his head trying once more to turn this conversation around.

"Please. I can't talk about it." It was a plea. A desperate one that tugged on the heartstrings of every man present.

"I'm sorry but we have to." He really was sorry. It wasn't his desire to make Merlin suffer, but he had clearly been suffering quietly for quite some time.

Merlin hung his head as he walked towards the fire and plopped down. All the knights soon followed. There were a few moments of silence as everyone gathered their thoughts. Merlin didn't look at them as he spoke. "The thing I'm scared of has happened to me twice. Once before I ever met any of you. I had been traveling with my mother and we had been ambushed. The second time was a year and a half ago when Arthur and I were in a tavern…" There was a silence that hung in the air. Merlin didn't seem as though he was going to continue. He didn't seem to know how.

"What happened during those times Merlin?" Arthur asked in as gentle of a voice as he could. Merlin sighed lowering his forehead into his arms. Suddenly looking much much younger.

"They wanted to have fun and decided I would be the source of their entertainment. I was thirteen the first time and they took me to an abandoned area where they…"He swallowed thickly. "They raped me. It was over pretty quick, but still embarrassing to say the least. Plus I was so new to puberty and such that...I became aroused during it which made things so much worse. I didn't want to be that way, it's just something the body responds to. It actually happens to a lot of people when they are assaulted. The second time was worse. Arthur and I had been at a tavern and I had made unfortunate eye contact with this big man in the bar. He got offended by that and found me afterwards to 'teach me a lesson,' as he so kindly put it ...alot of stuff happened that night, I was forced to do many things I would love to forget. It happened a lot that night and he got friends involved who...participated in the acts. I could barely move by the time they left me by the door the next morning. I went in and managed to wash myself off and crawl into bed before Arthur woke up. We continued on our journey and I haven't spoken about it since."

The camp was silent as every man there absorbed what their friend had said. Their friend who was so young and had always seemed so innocent. Their friend who they had failed to see hurting. Their friend who had taken something sacred from him without any sort of remorse...A leaf could be heard rustling, the water could be heard running downstream. They could hear Merlin's quiet breaths as he forced himself to calm down. No one spoke. No one knew what to say.

Percival was the first one to speak up. Something that surprised everyone as he was so quiet and gentle. Though his words seemed to match his personality as he spoke. "Merlin I am so sorry." It wasn't an apology on his part, not really. He knew that what they had done and not caused the intense reaction from Merlin. It was his past. He was apologizing for those lousy excuses that are allowed to be called human, though they don't deserve the title. He was apologizing for the pain Merlin had suffered, for the fact that he had suffered alone.

Merlin knew this and sent him one of those kind and gentle Merlin smiles. He truly appreciated the words. Even if they did have sympathy, something he usually hated. Something about Percival made it alright. Merlin nervously looked to his other friends trying to gauge their response. Leon looked shocked. His face pale and his eyes wide. He shook his head, brows furrowed as he gathered his thoughts. "Merlin, you are so so brave. Much braver than we ever give you credit for. I've always known you were special, but this is something else. If the same thing had happened to me I don't know if could ever leave my house again let alone continue you with my everyday life with a smile on my face. You are remarkable and I admire you."

Merlin took in what he was saying. Nodding his head in thanks before deciding that wasn't enough. "You're the first person to say such things to me. So thank you Leon. I'm glad to have a friend like you." Leon gave him a comforting smile. Something Merlin was glad for. Smiles were much better than the alternatives...he spoke too soon though.

Gwaine looked ready to murder someone. As in very very close to leaving camp and tracking down the disgusting filth to disembowel them! Merlin actually felt as though he'd have to stop Gwaine from getting up. He watched Gwaine nervously. He wasn't speaking, which was not the Gwaine he knew! Gwaine looked him in the eyes. HIs eyes were hard set in stone. Merlin knew the anger wasn't towards him, but he still didn't know what to make of it. "Are they dead?" Merlin looked down almost embarrassed to say what needed to be said.

"I never found out. Never went after them. The ones from my town were older and not known for causing trouble, so my guess would be they simply died of old age. The man from the inn I don't know. I didn't know him, I knew nothing about him. He was a stranger who did something bad. Honestly after it was all over I wanted to forget it ever happened."

Gwaine looked incredulously at him. "I don't understand how you don't want them dead! How you don't want them to suffer. Merlin I know you are one of the kindest men I have ever met and I'm still shocked you didn't want him to pay. How can you just let it go!" Merlin listened shaking his head smiling bitterly. He looked up at his friend. His eyes as clear as his conscious.

"It's not that I don't want him to pay. I just know when I have been beaten. He took something from me, yes, but he can't take away anything else. I'm still alive. I still have a good life and I'm still happy. I think it that way I won. So it's not that I don't hate him. I really really do and I wish him the worst in life, it's just that I didn't know what to do at the time and I've made peace with my choices." Gwaine was amazed at his friend. HIs ever so logical friend. Merlin was one smart cookie, such a wise owl.

"What if he's still out there doing it?" Merlin's face paled a little his head dropped.

"I've thought about that. So many times. I thought it was my fault too, that I somehow controlled what he was doing. That his victims were now my victims because I didn't turn him in, but I just can't think that way. You know? I would be so so miserable. Yes, sometimes I allow myself those self loathing feelings. Such as this week as it is the anniversary of it, but that is the only time. I have allowed myself to move on." Gwaine stood up making his way towards Merlin and sitting down next to him so that their shoulders touched. He smiled his Gwaine smile that made Merlin feel good.

"I agree with Leon. You amaze me." Merlin shrugged, blushing. Elyan spoke up next looking at him intently.

"Did you get yourself checked out by Gaius to make sure you were okay?" Merlin ducked his head, wringing his hands together as he spoke.

"Umm, I did a lot of the medical stuff myself before Arthur woke up. I knew the basics as we unfortunately do have victims of that come in sometimes. I did what I could and asked Gaius vague questions to confirm that I had done it right, but to answer your question, no. Gaius didn't check me out. Gaius doesn't know. I expect you all to respect my wishes and not tell him. He worries so much for me already. It would break his heart to think he didn't save me." Elyan gave him a sympathetic and worried look.

"What about long term effects? Did you have any of those?" Merlin shrugged as he responded. It was kind of chilling to watch him speak of it so casually. They were waiting for him to crack.

"It was small things. The second time did more damage than the first time. Though, both did damage, because I didn't tell anyone about the first time either and I had no medical knowledge so I simply cleaned off the blood...among other things. And I went on with my life. The first time was bad because it was my first time doing anything sexual. The second time was worse because there were multiple people involved the injuries were much worse...small things are part of the effect. Every once in a while I problems doing certain things. It has to do with organ damage and muscle damage. I'm fine and it doesn't affect me too much, but I do have some painful reminders." Everyone tensed upon hearing the effects. Now everyone's blood was boiling. To know that these men had not only caused Merlin momentary suffering, but suffering that will affect him the rest of his life.

Lancelot watched Merlin sadly. He didn't know what to say. He simply gave him a small smile and a nod. "Just so you know, we have your back. Please don't keep any of these things secret. We could easily spend days tracking down these men to have them dealt with if it meant you would find any sort of comfort." He meant what he said.

"Thank you Lance." Merlin smiled at his before turning to Arthur. He froze upon what he saw. Arthur was crying. As in tears streaming down his face. He wiped them away quickly as everyone turned to him, but he didn't break his gaze on Merlin. He pointed to him angrily.

"How could you not tell us? Not tell me? Merlin you should never ever have had to suffer through this by yourself. For God's sake you should have at least told Gaius! He's basically your father. I just can't believe this happened to you...and that I could have stopped that second one. I was too stuck in my prat ways to realize you were being hurt while i was sleeping! How could I have done that to you? Merlin you are my best friend. You are someone I hold so very dear to my heart, you were my first true friend...no offense Leon. (Leon waved it off knowing exactly what he meant). Merlin I wouldn't be who I am without you. You are the best thing, next to Guinever that has ever happened to me. I need you to know that and i need you to promise that if something like this ever happens again you talk to someone. No more keeping it locked up to rot in your tiny child like body." Merlin felt tears pool down his cheeks at the kind words falling from his closest friends mouth. Who would have ever thought that prat, the future King of Camelot would one day become Merlin's best friend.

He laughed as Arthur couldn't have a good chat without an insult. "I don't have the body of a child." Arthur was quick with his comeback of 'yes you do.' Breaking into a small smile.

"Merlin promise me. While I know we would all love for you to trust us that much, go to someone, even if it's not us. Promise me." Merlin nodded his head his words came out hushed as his throat was closing up due to uncontrollable emotions.

"Promise." There was a small pause. "Arthur, I do forgive you, you know. I never blamed you in the first place. Why would you ever know? It happened in a completely different room, plus what person goes to sleep and thinks 'hope my friend doesn't get raped tonight'. Arthur I in no way blame you. You're just one person. Even if you weigh the amount of two." Merlin smirked as Arthur's guilt stricken face turned to one of shock at the jab at his weight.

"I do not! I am fighting fit." Merlin rolled his eyes as he replied.

"Keep telling yourself that and I'll have to be rolling you along with the supplies on these trips." The banter had the knights chuckling. After some of the tension was gone Merlin looked to Arthur hopefully. "Bedtime?" Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Yes you lazy toad. You can go back to sleep." Merlin sighed happily throwing his arms over his head falling back onto his mat. The other knights prepared to lie down as well, but found themselves frequenting between staring at Merlin or each other. No one wanted to leave Merlin in his vulnerable state of unconsciousness. It was silly because they were all highly trained and would know if someone were breaking into the camp. Merlin would not be in danger, every single one of them would make sure. They just couldn't let the uncomfortable feeling settled.

"So do we all agree we're bad friends?" It was Elyan who spoke. Everyone nodded feeling the guilt swallow them.

"He wouldn't want us to blame ourselves." With that Lancelot laid down.

"Doesn't mean we don't deserve blame. By the second accident we all knew him and saw him everyday, we should have noticed. There had to have been signs." Gwaine spoke bitterly. He wasn't really mad at the other knights. The only two he could find it in him to blame were himself and Arthur, he had been sleeping in the same building as Merlin that night. Gwaine blamed himself simply because he had been one of Merlin's longest friends next to Arthur, Gwen, and Gaius.

"You all are not at fault. It's my fault and mine alone. I wasn't paying attention to him and managed to completely sleep through his assault. I deserve all of the blame. Now Merlin's right, let's all go to sleep."

The next morning it was mostly silent. Merlin was attempting to wake himself up out of his exhausted state to go make breakfast when he smelled something...food? Why on Earth would there be food if he didn't make it. Frowning in his semi conscious state he opened his eyes. Hovering above him were the knights and Arthur ...with a plate of food. Each one smiling proudly at the accomplishment. Merlin smiled amazed at his friends taking the plate.

"You know I'm pretty sure part of me being a servant and you all being knights means that I cook for you. Not the other way around." The meaning behind the words died as he took a bite. Surprise showed on his face causing some to chuckle.

"We're not as helpless with mundane stuff as you might think we are Merlin. Lancelot here can actually cook quite a good egg." Merlin smiled looking at the floor shyly as Arthur spoke.

"Besides we thought we sort of owed to you considering we kept you up last night." Gwaine spoke as he plopped down next to the younger man. Merlin ate his eggs happily listening to the peace and quiet of the forest while also listening to the chatter of those around him.

"Thank you guys. This means a lot to me." The men smiled at him.

"There's no need to thank us mate. You're one of us whether you like it or not." Elyan spoke laughing. As they were all gathering their supplies and horses Merlin felt someone come up in pull him into a hug. He frowned noting the light blonde hair and the smell that made his recognize his prince. What made the situation even weirder was that Arthur prolonged the hug. Seeming to not care who saw him hugging his Merlin. Merlin hugged his back quite enjoying the very very rare moment.

"I'm sorry I let you down. It will never happen again Merlin. No one is ever going to hurt you again as long as I've breathing." Arthur mumbled into his neck. Merlin shook his head not distancing himself.

"It's not your fault Arthur. It's not like that's something you think twice before you go to bed at night. Nor should you have to. It's not your fault. The only person at fault is the one who committed the action, it's not mine and it's not yours. I know that if you had been conscious you would have helped. That's enough for me, alright?" Arthur squeezed him tighter as he fought off tears. He hated these emotional moments, but when it came to Merlin's well being everything else went out the door.

"My promise still stands, plus you have five other brothers here ready to do the same. You will never be alone again Merlin. We are with you no matter what." Merlin chuckled into Arthur's shoulder. Really trying to not, because he knows that Arthur is being serious. He could hear the annoyance in his voice when he spoke next.

"What?"

"Well Sire I believe that's what we are supposed to be saying to you. You just really seem to want to switch with someone. Shall I announce that I am to be the new prince when we get back?" Arthur groaned at Merlin's goofiness before shoving his away. He rolled his eyes smiling as he got into his horse. Merlin following in his steps. As Merlin rode next to Arthur, feeling the presence of every other knight there with them he knew he was not alone. And he never would be again.

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don't assume we can all pick up the pieces.

It's infuriating how society often fails to grasp the depth of pain that comes with being sexually assaulted.  The trauma isn't just a fleeting moment; it's a relentless shadow that follows you, affecting every aspect of your life. People throw around phrases like "move on" or "get over it," as if healing is a simple switch you can flip.  They don't understand the sleepless nights, the constant anxiety, the feeling of being unsafe in your own skin. It's a battle every single day, and the scars, both visible and invisible, are a testament to the strength it takes to keep going.  The pain is real, and it's time we stop minimizing it and start supporting survivors with the empathy and respect they deserve.

[the-most-humble-blog]

“Your Orgasm Isn’t a Felony. And This Blog Isn’t a Crime Scene.”

— Kink-shaming is state propaganda. This corner of Tumblr? Diplomatic immunity.

This blog is for adults.

Not the sanitized, HR-friendly version of adulthood where we pretend arousal is some glitch in the software. I mean real adults. Ones who’ve seen some shit. Felt some shit. And maybe got turned on by some shit they weren’t “supposed” to.

Yeah. Those adults.

Let me make this real clear:

This is a no shame zone. This is a no “am I normal?” zone. This is a “you felt it, so now what?” zone.

I. Big Brother Can Spy On My Blog, But He Can't Control Your Pussy

You ever notice how the most sexually repressed people also seem to have the strongest opinions about your kinks?

Like, how did Karen from HR suddenly become a federal agent monitoring your clit?

Why is Uncle Sam pretending your wetness threatens national security?

Why does “Big Brother” care if you read a Tumblr post and suddenly need to close your thighs in public?

Because arousal is dangerous. Because pleasure is power. Because a body that knows what it wants is hard to govern.

II. This Blog is Your Quiet Room. Your War Room. Your Orgasming-in-the-Bathroom-After-Scrolling Room.

I don’t care what makes you blush. I care that you finally stopped apologizing for it.

That’s what this space is. A psychosexual embassy, off-limits to the shame police.

Whether you're:

A femdom switch with God issues

A Christian boy who gets hard when girls talk down to him

A full-grown woman with a praise kink and trauma response

A sapphic soul who flinches when told she shouldn’t crave domination

Or a dude who reads these posts and accidentally stands at attention like he just saw the flag raise at boot camp...

You’re welcome here. No explanation required. No penance demanded.

III. Your Body Is Not on Trial Here

Listen:

Big Brother doesn’t decide what makes your vagina drool like a British bulldog watching a roast. Uncle Sam doesn’t get a vote on what makes your dick salute like it’s Veterans Day.

Your arousal is not subject to congressional oversight. And if your pelvic floor responded to one of my sentences? That’s not a crime. That’s alignment.

This blog didn’t violate you. It reminded you. Of something ancient. Of something true.

IV. I’m Not Stopping Until They Rip This Blog Off the Server with Digital Pliers

And even then?

I’ll still be pulsing in your feed memory. Still bookmarked under “Private Tab, Do Not Open in Public.” Still looped in your body like a dream you pretend you didn’t finish to.

I will not go down quiet. I will not go down clean. And I will not go down alone.

Because this blog is more than erotic writing.

It’s a psychological liberation chamber. It’s the room where your shame dies screaming and your pleasure learns to walk upright.

V. So Read. React. Reblog. Or Just Stare at the Screen and Clench.

You don’t owe me anything.

Except maybe that twitch between your legs you didn’t mean to have.

This isn’t a kink blog.

This is a mirror.

And some of you… Are finally brave enough to look at yourselves without flinching.

[Reblog if you've ever had to bite your lip while reading]

[Reblog if shame isn't welcome in your orgasm]

[Reblog if you're ready to fight for the space that made you feel again]

⚖️ Disclaimer:

This post was designed using erotic safety signals, trauma-safe dominance phrasing, and platform-safe language to trigger consensual arousal in adult readers. It contains no explicit content, but all the biological consequences of it.

[voidesse]

⚠ TW: Scary, blood ⚠

Guys, I love horror and creepy art, drawing it relax me, its like a vent art but more spoopy.

Btw I'm sorry for the ones will be spooped

[crooked-smile-girl]

After 13 years

I’ve returned

To the place that haunted me

Parked in the same garage

Where they took from me

My trust in strangers

My security

But today

13 years away

I walk through just fine

And place that fear out of my mind

And let something else grow there

For a change

[thepumpkindoula]

I Think Breastfeeding My Son Saved My Life.

CONTENT WARNING

TW: Blood, Pregnancy loss, Ectopic Pregnancy, Medical Trauma

May 5th, 2022

I bent over to pull my Papa Murphy's pizza from the oven. I felt a sudden extraordinarily damp sensation in my underwear. My period was not due for 2 weeks. I knew I didn't pee myself....

I rushed to the bathroom. I couldn't make it to the toilet before I realized blood was gushing from me. Dripping down my thighs at an alarming rate. My bathroom floor was riddled with bright red drops of blood. I sat on the toilet.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

This blood flow is unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I could hear it steadily dripping into the toilet.

Most bizarre sensation feeling absolutely zero pain. Knowing in my gut that I am hemorrhaging. My body was ice cold. In a way that I genuinely can't articulate. The feeling of losing blood rapidly. I couldn't even be afraid of the blood loss. I was afraid that my IUD had perforated my uterus.

I didn't know what to do. I called the on-call midwife at the hospital birthing center. He didn't believe I was bleeding as bad as I was. "You're fine unless you start getting dizzy."

I wasn't fine. And my life was about to change forever.

I stood up from the toilet. I stepped forward to wash blood off my hands and felt something I can literally only describe as a giant jellyfish come out of me. I pulled my underwear down, and on the stark white pad was my baby. My baby who didn't get a chance. I will never forget the burning sensation in my chest. I knew what I was seeing. I knew what just happened to me.

I went to sleep that night terrified. I went to sleep that night with uncontrollable bleeding... And I nursed my son. When I woke up after nursing him on and off the bleeding had slowed down to spotting, with clots.

The next day I went to my OBs office. She told me "You're fine. I can your IUD out if you're that concerned about it."

She took it out. At the end of the appointment, she decided to ask me for a urine sample. My husband and I almost made it out the door when the nurse rushes out and says, "You have to come back immediately".

"So, you're pregnant."

That same burning sensation in my chest.

"I am concerned it is ectopic. I have called the ER. You need to go immediately. They are expecting you."

We followed her instruction.

The ER treated me so horribly my husband almost had security called on him. I was having an allergic reaction to my IV tape (after telling them I had this allergy), and the nurse hung up on me when I asked for help removing it. Long story short, my husband flew into a blind rage, found the nurse who hung up on me and demanded he get someone to help us NOW. The nurse complied. My whole arm covered in hives was screaming by this point.

I remember the shift in energy when the ultrasound tech found the retained tissue in my left fallopian tube. Her smile faded. Her eyebrows scrunched in the middle as she focused on getting the images. That same burning sensation in my chest.

The OB finally comes in. "Unfortunately, it is ectopic... Or.... was ectopic. You lost a lot of blood, but your body did an amazing job protecting you and passing as much tissue as possible."

At this point my brain was on fire just like my chest. "methotrexate", "retained fetal tissue", "risk of it happening again", "you have to stop breastfeeding."

You have to stop breastfeeding.

Methotrexate is a chemotherapy drug designed to kill excess cells in the body. It passes into breastmilk, and it was not safe for my son to consume my milk. Those two weeks I couldn't nurse him after the injection were the longest two weeks of my life.

I've never been so sick. The mom guilt was destroying me. I was grieving the loss of my baby.

3 years later. In my lactation studies I learned about how breastfeeding after birth can prevent hemorrhage. And how oxytocin causes uterine contractions.

Nursing my son saved my life. Nursing my son I truly believe is the reason I did not bleed out that night. Our nursing journey ended with saving my life. I will be eternally grateful for my son, and our nursing journey for the rest of my life.

Humans are amazing.

[lettersofencouragement-blog]