#how they'd get harassed at church

[deservedgrace]

I don't think that framing "Marginalized™️ Atheism/Deconstruction" and "Cishet White Male Atheism/Deconstruction" as inherently ~separate and distinct~ is super effective (and disclaimer I'm specifically speaking about my experience with christianity, atheism, and ex christian atheists/deconstructors), but also... okay so I was raised in a cult, and cults are oppressive for all its members. Nobody gets out unscathed, everyone experiences the abuse tactics, everybody is a victim. But within the cult there is a hierarchy, and cishet white men are at the top. So while the cult is oppressive to everyone, and everyone is harmed in some way, it is also uniquely oppressive to queer folks, to BIPOC, to disabled folks, to women, etc etc. And the thing that happens to some of those cishet white men is they leave an oppressive cult, where they are considered the "default", and they go into the ~real world~, where they are also considered the "default", and even in atheist/deconstruction spaces, their bodies and experiences are often the leading voices.

The men that leave go from an oppressive patriarchal culture to a far less oppressive (to them) patriarchal society. The white people that leave go from an oppressive racist culture to a far less oppressive (to them) racist society. The people that leave go from an oppressive culture that does not value marginalized voices to a different, less oppressive culture that also does not value marginalized voices. And if you personally do not experience [xyz] oppression, it can be difficult to even realize there are things surrounding that you have to deconstruct unless you listen to the voices of the oppressed. But some cishet white men go from being considered the "default" in an oppressive culture, to being considered the "default" in a less oppressive culture (to them). Their experience of "overcoming systemic oppression" comes from leaving the church, and it can be really easy to fall into the trap that the church, specifically, is the sole oppressor and enemy of everyone.

Of course this doesn't happen in every single case and it's also not exclusive to cishet white men. But those blind spots are why I think it's important for everyone to listen to a variety of voices when they're deconstructing, especially if those voices are talking about oppression you wouldn't have experienced firsthand.

No, our deconstructions are not inherently different, but the experiences and circumstances prior to it often are. It's okay to acknowledge that and beneficial for everybody to listen to each other's experiences.

[wolfegoddess]

Priest Sabo x nun Reader x priest Ace

Random little ramble I wrote after my friend confessed they're into priests now 😅 I'll probably write more for this eventually-

Also thank you to all my friends who encouraged me to post this, I love you all and you know who you are. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

TW- blasphemy, edging, priests, masturbating, body worship, low-key sexual harassment but reader is into them too?

This went against everything they'd ever known. They'd been abandoned at the church together as babies, raised to be true men of the cloth, lived by the holy code. They were the top priests of the church and were extremely honored to know they were shepherding the Lord's lambs to true salvation.

Until you arrived.

You were so beautiful that the first time they met you, the men were sure you were a divine maiden sent from their lord himself. Soft, kind hearted, with eyes that seemed to truly see through them. You were so breathtakingly beautiful that that night the men made their first true sins against their father.

Ace came four times fisting himself in the bath thinking about how soft your lips looked when you softly mouthed his name. "Father Portgas".

Sabo was much more debauched already, grinding his leaking, aching cock between his pillow over and over again. The sight of your deep, intense, gaze as you confidently looked into his eyes playing on repeat until he was growling and grunting, soft whispers on your name falling from his pretty lips like a mantra once he finally spilled his yearning for you.

They were down, truthfully and utterly down horribly bad for you after that night. They'd find any reason to touch you, Ace resting his large, warm hand on the dip of your back as he leaned over you to examine the scripture you were reading. Or Sabo grasping your hips to steady you on the library ladder as you reach to grab an old book to help them put together the next sermon.

'It's innocent.' They thought, doing these things, only to use these moments as new material for their nightly, secretive, worships of your pull on them.

By the first month you're in the church Ace and Sabo are unable to help themselves from getting painfully hard the moment you enter the same room as them, barely able to focus on your questions as their minds reel with lavish debauched fantasies of worshipping your divine maiden body.

Unbeknownst to them you aren't fairing much better yourself. The first time you caught either of them moaning your name quietly was two weeks after arriving. You'd wanted to discuss his sermon from the day with Sabo and your body froze outside of his barely cracked door as you heard a low moan of your name. Heat danced up your neck, realizing what was happening when you peeked in and seen him hunched over his pillow. His golden locks sweaty from how hard and long he'd been fucking into his pillow thinking of you. It was so wrong. How heat pooled in your gut and without thinking, you slipped your small hand in your sleeve to reach down and feel the growing wetness in your panties.

You were truly, and utterly debauched realizing you liked being wanted by him. Silently masturbating as you watched, fingers slipping clumsily and inexperienced against your lower lips until you brushed against a bundle of nerves and nearly choked on a quiet gasp. You stopped then, fixing yourself before silently shutting his door to go and find Ace to ask for confessional.

Imagine your surprise when you stop at his door and raise your hand to knock only to hear a much louder groan of your name from behind the old oak door. Not one, but both desired you? Your head swam with thoughts, guilt, shame, but mostly arousal and curiosity. Surely it would be the gravest sin to approach either of them about this.. To voice you were interested too?

[allastoredeer]

Do you have any headcanons about Alastor's participation in WW1? The Selective Service Act of 1917 made it mandatory for men aged 21-30 to register for military service and was later expanded to include men as young as 18, so if the stream saying that Alastor was late thirties to early forties when he died is still canon he'd have lived through that

So, I hadn't gotten to this part in my development of Alastor's backstory, but it got me thinking because, huh, how DID Alastor manage to get out of that?

Unless he just served in WW1. Which...I find oddly funny. I don't know why, but the the image of Alastor in the trenches...

But anyway, you got me curious so I looked into it. You're 100% right about the Selective Service Act of 1917 making it mandatory for men aged 21-30 to register for military service, and they even came up with different "classes" of the men who qualified, and if they exhausted one class, they'd go down to the next.

However, even with the Selective Service Act, there was still a lot of draft evasion going on. In fact, a significant amount of draft evasion happened in the South, which, as I'm sure you know, Louisiana is part of (some of it was in part of Southerners not having documentation, and thus, unable to even legally draft, which would probably give them a whole other slew of problems).

So, I was looking into how people evaded the draft. A lot of it is split up into different groups, like draft avoidance and draft resistance, with their only little list of things, but that's a lot and I don't wanna get into all of that. But my bet is on Alastor doing draft avoidance.

And there were actually quite a few interesting ones, like:

Claiming to have a mental or psychological problem (if you could find a doctor willing to certify that for you)

Student deferment, when someone is primarily in school to learn and study (or obtaining one in an effort to avoid the draft)

Deliberately failing the military intelligence tests

Professing sincere or religious ethical beliefs (join a church, avoid the draft!)

Bribery

and my personal favorite:

Being homosexual.

Because, as you know, the government can't allow the gay in the military!

And look, I'm a silly goober, so of course I immediately went to Alastor claiming to be homosexual. But the thing is, I kind of do think that is something Alastor would do for a majority of reasons.

In the 1920's, social values were evolving, and a lot of postwar "youths" began questioning traditional concepts of family, sexuality, and gender. There were "little Bohemia's" around the US, including in Manhattan and San Francisco, with communities and groups like this, and they weren't exactly unknown.

Back to Alastor, he lived in the French Quarter in New Orleans (or, at least, that's where I think he lived as a majority of mixed-raced Creole people lived there, which we know Alastor canonically is). And it just so happens, that it became the birth place of New Orleans gay community in the 1920's. There were entire gay neighborhoods, there were clubs where people dressed in the clothing of the opposite gender, they had parties and bars, and while it wasn't "the norm" to live this "lifestyle," and there was still a lot of harassment, it was still fairly normal to see. (Of course, then came what we can call the "gay panic" where government started cracking down on it, and claiming the gay community were all predators and pedophiles, and - well, you know. You know.)

But that was after/close to Alastor's death, so...

Anyway, I 100% believe that Alastor did take part and lived in communities like those. Names and labels for those things didn't exist at the time, so it's not like he knows what they're called, but homosexuals, cross-dressing, drag queens, they were normal to him. He's lived with them, partied with them, maybe even tried a few things out himself(so many headcanons, guys. So many).

This is to say, I think Alastor would 100% be comfortable claiming to be homosexual to avoid getting drafted. You've seen getting married for tax benefits, now consider becoming gay for draft evasion! I actually had a pretty fun talk about it with a friend in Discord, which only cemented it in my mind LMAO.

I have SO many headcanons around Alastor and him living in the French Quarter, in gay communities, where they challenged social norms (and we all know how he feels about challenging status quo's 😏)

But if not that, my runner up is that he totally bribed his way out of it. I don't know how he got the money, maybe he killed someone and stole their wallet, IDK, but bribery is a yes from me.

And if not THAT one, then he joined and church and claimed to have sincere religious and ethical beliefs 😇 🙏 (Yes, this is inspired by Nun Alastor, and no, I do not take constructive criticism. That's what happened guys, I was there). Besides, New Orleans was pretty Catholic, I'm sure he could find a church somewhere.

That's my take on it XD I think the one closest to Alastor's canon character would be bribery, but this is fandom, and if I say he claimed to be gay to get out of going to war, then goddammit he claimed to be gay to get out of going to war.

[teecupangel]

How do you think they'd all respond to a pagan/wiccan?

This reminds me of my question of how Ubisoft is gonna fuck up AC Hexe when they revealed Codename Hexe last year XD

Anyway, let’s start...

Altaïr:

I could make a “what is this sorcery” joke but that would be too easy. If he sees a pagan or a wiccan, he wouldn’t really care. This man was raised in one of the most religious sect of the Brotherhood and turned out to be an atheist so, in all honesty, he couldn't care less who or what someone worships. What matters to him is the way someone worships must not endanger the innocent or get in the way of his mission. The most he’d do is interact with the pagan or the wiccan in a more intellectual way, gain more knowledge and information and then… just go his way.

Ezio:

This man was raised as a catholic in Renaissance Italy but he’s also someone who punch the living out of the pope so it really depends on when he would meet a pagan or a wiccan. Before the Auditore execution? Definitely feel awkward around them but wouldn’t insult them. During AC2? Vengeance is more important to him and he’d ally with anyone who would help him. Brotherhood? Dude is pretty much at war with the Church AND the Followers of Romulus, he has no beef with pagans or wiccans as long as they don’t side with his enemies. Revelations? This man has seen and experienced too much that he’s just chill with everything. They want to be allies? Sure. They just want to get on with their lives? That’s okay too.

Ratonhnhaké:ton:

Ratonhnhaké:ton was raised to respect the beliefs of others and he’s definitely more open-minded than a lot of people (even Haytham). He would try to respect their beliefs the best he could and would ask if he doesn’t know anything. He won’t necessarily be a practitioner himself but he’d definitely know more than normal.

Edward:

He has no problem with any pagan or wiccan. If it was a pirate though, he’d definitely take any of their superstitions because better safe than sorry, after all.

Arno:

France actually has a… ‘severe’ history with witch-hunts (around 1000 execution during the 14th to 17th century) so Arno would probably stay clear of any pagan or wiccan if he knows them but he wouldn’t turn a blind eye if they were being harassed (or worse). The most he’d do is help them escape and give them a chance of finding peace elsewhere.

Jacob:

If a wiccan or a pagan wants to be a Rook, Jacob will welcome them with open arms. He doesn’t necessarily believe them but he wouldn’t be rude to them. The most he’d do is light teasing but he’d stop as soon as he notices they’re feeling awkward or annoyed. To him, it doesn’t matter who they are. If they want to be a Rook and can follow the rules, they’re Jacob’s Rooks.

Evie:

She’s look at it from an intellectual standpoint and would be a bit wary considering the danger of being close to a wiccan or a pagan their time has. She won’t stop Jacob from making them their Rooks and she won’t try to bully them or push them around. She’d be a bit distant but it won’t really matter all that much since she’s not close to any of the Rooks anyway. She’d research about them though on the off-chance that they have any interest or information about any POE or Isu related things.

Bayek:

… I mean… he’s a Medjay from Ancient Egypt. He wouldn’t bat an eye if someone worships a specific god as he knows a ‘few’ people who do that. He also wouldn’t bat an eye on any ritual practices or spells they might do as long as it doesn’t endanger anyone. As far as Bayek is concerned, as long as no one is getting hurt, people should be free to worship as they please.

Desmond:

Dude would definitely try wicca. This man has been denied of so many things growing up that he’d try anything at least once… as long as it’s not too dangerous. If you’re looking to convert anyone, Desmond’s your guy.

Layla:

She’d be cool about it. Honestly, Layla looks like the type to have pagan or wiccan friends, maybe even someone who tried it when she was in college XD

[kittythelitter]

Thinking about a hypothetical episode of Community with the original 7 where Shirley brings one of her friends from church to Greendale, let's call her Mariah

This friend is a trans woman who is a devout Christian and because she's Christian Shirley listened to her about trans issues and stuff and decided if this nice Christian person wants to be addressed as a woman the Christian thing to do is to treat her like a woman and be respectful of how she wants to be addressed. Whether Shirley personally views Mariah as a woman is ambiguous.

Pierce doesn't clock her or even understand what's going on when the group discusses that she's trans, he just sees a hot new lady and is constantly sexually harassing her and she calls him a chaser which he decides is a new word for like a pick up artist and starts self identifying with it and ends up having his own mostly off screen adventure about it.

Britta immediately outs herself as a terf but gets all her terf talking points slightly wrong. Her whole arc is just her talking herself in circles until she sees Mariah experience transmisogyny and is like. Actually what defines a woman is suffering in society as a result of your gender which means trans women are women. But at the end of the episode she meets Mariah's boyfriend who is also trans and sees someone be transphobic to him and is like. But if you're suffering aren't you also a woman? And that's the very end of the episode so instead of a resolution about it we just leave Britta to whatever she's debating with herself and move on.

Jeff doesn't have an opinion of trans people going in but defends trans people just to disagree with Britta, but as he argues in defense of trans people he manages to get really into what he's saying and ends up doing some public speaking for a trans rights group on campus. (The Dean is there just because Jeffrey is there being all eloquent and manly, half learns terminology and starts referring to himself as "Dean-der Fluid" and "non-dean-ery".) A trans guy talks to Jeff about his hair and his workout routine and Jeff realizes he and the trans guys at the event have a lot in common in terms of how they perform masculinity in order to get others to see them the way they see themselves/want to be seen.

Abed similarly spends time talking with the trans group about performing gender among other things and knowing yourself even when others don't understand you or want to change you. They complain about transphobia in tv and he admits that community has had some transphobic bits and talks with them about better representation and problematic stereotypes and tries to get one of them to stay on as a series regular in order to make community a better more representative show.

Troy and Annie both try to figure out if being attracted to Mariah makes them gay. They both come to the conclusion that Mariah is a woman so Annie is probably some kind of queer and Troy is still not gay for being attracted to her. They both go to the event with Jeff and Abed.

Troy meets a really hot trans guy and is like. Okay i am attracted to men. And then we see flashbacks of him clearly flirting with and/or going on dates with guys since he got to Greendale and just not realizing it. He, rather than having a bi crisis has a "I had a chance with all those hotties and i blew it" crisis before hitting on the trans guy who he thought was flirting with him but who was actually under the impression that troy and abed were a couple and was trying to figure out if they'd be down for a 3-way.

Meanwhile Annie starts doing research with the pamphlets laid out at the events to figure out what kind of queer she is and every time it cuts back to her theres more and more queers around her flirting with her. Including some butch lesbians, some nonbinary people, and some trans guys who are all enamoured with her sweet femme charm. (We get snippets of conversations that have things like compulsory heterosexuality, different flavors of bi, asexuality etc) she turns up at the end with a lesbian pride pin on her backpack and her hair and lip gloss very mussed.

[angrylesbianatwork]

Communism for homosexuals

For starters, communism would be the dream of conservatives and republicans alike, not the other way around. Sex was only perceived to be designed for reproduction, therefore heterosexuality was seen as the only sexuality that was "healthy". On top of that, the gender expectations and life conditions where extremely rigid. Plus, the complete censorship of what was deemed as unfit; there was strict control when it came to one's private life.

That being said, I will focus my attention on how it all intruded on same-sex attraction.

Article 200

Homosexual relationships were considered to be a criminal offence and we're punished by law with 1 year up to 5 years in prison.

It was said that there is no such thing as being homosexual and communist, that it is a capitalistic idea. We were the enemies of the people, opposite to the communist values.

It was illegal to even search for someone of the same sex, you could end up taken by the militia/police for showing mere interest, sometimes just accusations were enough.

Everyone could be an informer, even your neighbour. If one got caught, and they caven in from all the physical and/mental abuse during their interrogation and ended up denouncing others, even under the promise of not ending up in jail, that leniency was not guaranteed.

There was a general fear of not getting caught by the militia. (They kept a file of morals with their names, photos and statements.)

After getting out of prison, they'd lose their jobs and they were marked for the reason they lost it, their family disowned them and everyone knew about it and now, especially, militia had their eyes on you to make sure they behaved.

Intelectuals had the biggest target on their heads, because the regime believed they were more prone to homosexuality, due to their contact with the outside world.

Under the threats imposed by the communist regime, some seeked asylum in foreign countries or just fled the country all together.

There were arrests done even in 1993, the last one was pardoned in 1998, Mariana Centiner spent 3 years in prison.

The article was barely repealed in 2001 at the insistence and pressure of international organisations.

Even after the regime had fallen, homosexuals continued to get harassed on the basis of the Article 200. The orthodox church had a hand in the constant railing up of the people, delaying it to be repealed.

Homophobia from those years is still felt today.

[strscrossed]

Eren being all pissy about his mom harassing him ab church and how he should be a good son to her like mikasa is to her parents but he isn’t expecting this mikasa to be as pretty as she is when he first meets her

making excuses to see her by “helping his mom out” by dropping the ackermans dishes (mikasa had made them a pie) back at their place

exactly. i think at first he'd try to get along with her parents so they'd actually let her see him, but it doesn't work. this boy has a reputation and some surface-level good behavior will not change that. so desperate times call for desperate measures!

[cheonmaneechan]

Most of how Aoko being transgender in one way or another would affect anything in Witch On the Holy Night would probably be school related. I'll get to how Alice, Soujuurou, Touko, and others would react but there wouldn't be any major differences I feel.

As we know, Aoko is harassed by boys before the main events of the novel until some dude stalks her to her house and she physically retaliates while nowhere near the school and she somehow gets suspended for it because it's Japan in the late 1980s. Even with all the money she has, it seems extremely unlikely even with magic or whatever that Aoko would be able to transition one way or another even if they did want to, and even then they probably wouldn't bring it up to strangers in the same vein that she isn't concerned about matters of sexuality due to busyness.

For the sake of for funsies though, let's imagine that she was transitioning so this entry won't be too boring. Whether Aoko be transitioning towards a more masculine or feminine body, if there were some way that anyone were to find out (given her personality and other secrecies such as being a mage among other issues that could arise, I highly doubt Aoko would bring it up themself), the sexual harassment issue would probably solve itself albeit with a potentially different issue which could still lead to her having to assault somebody perhaps less close to her house and closer to the school or the town.

If people were to know, the scene with Aoko being tricked into drinking and putting on a sexual bunny costume (Nasu please keep your fucking dick in your pants for future writings please) would be far less likely to happen if they were a trans boy and of negligible possibility if they were a trans girl cause different transphobia dynamics. Their life as a part of the school council or whatever might also be more difficult if not impossible due to discrimination that would depend on both the faculty and the students.

Outside of school stuff though, the most plot relevant difference per se would be Aoko's feelings for Soujuurou and how they navigate it and Soujuurou's reaction to it. Aoko would in some form or another, especially if they're camab but also if they're cafab (coercively assigned male and female at birth respectively), be aware of how Soujuurou may potentially react to their feelings after questioning him at the rundown fair or whatever it was, and before then they would wonder whether they knew or how they knew and who told and how they could have feelings for someone like them and so on.

Soujuurou himself might react badly for a moment if he saw Aoko as a man and maybe didn't know they were cafab or knew that they were camab some way or another given that one no homo scene with blonde haired what's his name (he might be the one to out Aoko now that I think about it). The bad reaction would only be brief though and other than Aoko potentially being disillusioned by the idea of them ever being together even before the scene where Soujuurou is in their room and says something that upsets Aoko, not much would change. Maybe Aoko would be more discomforted by the idea of Soujuurou seeing and reacting badly to their body when they're being healed in the church given the added dynamic of being trans and potential body dysphoria, but nothing beyond that.

Alice would probably know before anyone else other than Touko and nothing would change much. Maybe they'd have more separation with clothes or something but nothing particularly relevant.

Touko would definitely know but probably wouldn't give a shit given who she is as a person with her scientific background, peculiar humanitarinism and morals outside of the hatred towards her younger sibling, and the fact that this is literally the same character that passes herself on via dolls with no existential crisis from her and her successive bodies whatsoever. If anything she'd be Aoko's biggest ally if she didn't hate them so much, maybe give them a new body even.

Blonde haired what's his name would probably be the rudest about it if at all but wouldn't actively hate them or anything. Again, he'd be the most likely to out Aoko to Soujuurou if it were to happen given story events but less out of direct malice so much as transphobia influenced concern for Soujuurou. He might not do this cause he knows Aoko would kill him but he still might maybe, comes off as a guy that can't keep his mouth shut much. Not much else would change though, and he might even defend Aoko's position in student council on the basis of their hardwork and effort.

Kuma would still find Aoko hot. I don't have much to gauge how she'd react to being trans but she's definitely bi and would probably be at least a little attracted to them still even if they were transphobic, hell they'd probably in theory keep their bunny suit picture still.

The church people might be transphobic but they wouldn't be able to do anything about it due to political circumstances. The nun lady might still misgender them though.

That's about all I can think of for Aoko at least in Witch on the Holy Night. For added extensiveness, if they were trans in Tsukihime in one way or another, they wouldn't bring it up and it wouldn't really change anything or how Shiki sees them. At the most if it came up somehow, Shiki would be nice and supportive by virtue of being a nine year old at the time who looks up to them in some way or another, and would probably cause him to be progressive about trans people at an early age or even discover that they're trans earlier if you were to headcannon that as well. Wish there were sequels to examine as well but there's quite a bit to think about as is.

[papirouge]

There’s infighting in my church group 🥴

The topic of Islam came up and like multiple of these Christians in my group were hyping it up like “we are against the same things and believe the same things!” Like…my brothers and sisters in Christ, they literally follow a demonically possessed violent pedophile who condoned slavery and rape of Christian and Jewish women and children. They openly denounce Christ as King. They literally deny girls to go to school , rather they get raped by older men. There is a literal suicide epidemic in Afghanistan currently among women because of Islam. They literally fantasize about war and destroying our churches and faith for theirs. They literally force the scarf on girls heads because hair is sexual to them. They literally call us non believers and believe all non believers must be killed. How we the same? 🥲

That meeting was a lot for me. Like half us were shocked and grossed out, the other half was trying to argue that we’re all the same as if calling Jesus /just/ a prophet meant we were still Christian. I think a few girls in my group are easily influenced by muslim girls on social media because I follow a few of them. I noticed that those girls were following “hijabis” and fashion advice for hijabs. I remember finding one page and of the girls my group commented asking if Christians can wear kohl, buy an abaya, or take black seed oil for sickness 😑

I think Christians really need guidance and better judgement.

Don't you find interesting that the Christian girls influenced by Muslim girls are influenced by Muslim girls....... living in the West?? 🤣

No one looks up the Muslim women living in actual Muslim countries because they can't affort the fanciness and freedom of non Muslim countries. Western Muslim who see that and think Islam is gaining influence are really clowning themselves bc what these brainwashed Christians girls like are a whitewashed version of Muslim culture.

Never forget girls in Iran were literally fighting to go outside uncovered. And let's no forget how Islam forbids women to do anything outside without a man. Or that documentary with Middle East men saying they'd rather KILL THEIR OWN SISTER if she was caught being outside alone at night. Those Christian girls truly aren't ready for this.

Where were you when that crazy Muslima literally lost her mind and started harassing me when I stated Mohamed was a pedophile? I kept blocking her but made 4 news accounts to keep replying to me bc she didn't accept I owned her ass lmao. She kept rehashing the stale argument that Christianism was pro slavery (yeah the same religion whose God literally fred a whole population out of slavery) when the only place where slavery is still a thing.....are MUSLIM COUNTRIES💀💀💀

That's the thing with Muslim, they will switch between those 3 behavior

1) victimization

2) arrogance (mocking of Christianism, says they know the Bible better than actual Christian, "jEsUs wAs a PrOphEt nOt gOd🤪")

3) aggressiveness

The crazy Muslima was 1 and 2 because she's a woman, but Muslim men are mostly 2 and 3. Muslim men are VERY aggressive because their religion grooms them to be as such.

[women-in-writing]

Women in Whump: Fantasy Edition 3

Hurt no Comfort and some Death Whump ahead

- Witch who crashes while riding her broom/ staff, the snapping and cracking of bones mixing with the breaking tree branches before she slams into the ground. Waking up in extreme pain before having to drag herself home along the forest floor when she wakes up.

- Court Jester who's being harassed by one of the king's advisors, unable to do anything other than proclaim her abuse through clever jokes that only her abuser truly understands.

- Tavern maid who's fired after a party of travelling adventurers use mind control spells to avoid paying for their meal having trouble finding work in town now that everyone knows she's susceptible to mind control.

- Dwarven woman trapped in a cave-in, running low on light as she feels her way through a cave system her people have never mapped before. She hears sounds in the dark but it's unable to tell if they're reality or just her mind playing tricks on her.

- Woman who survived a powerful lightning attack by a mage. How she can't grip things too tightly anymore, how she hides during storms and her body will shake and twitch at random times. How afraid she is of seizures and having to take care of herself.

- Queen's handmaiden who switches places with her ruler when the castle is under attack. The kidnappers drag her out of the castle and escape on a boat before they realize their mistake. She hears them from where she's chained below-deck arguing over her fate. Whether they should just kill her or something else...

- Wife of a Nobleman who begs him to stop outrageous taxes. He agrees but only if she'll submit herself to the public humiliation of being whipped and put in the stocks. She does, holding her head with dignity as her husband tells lies about her and an affair that never happened.

- Nun in a church is selected for the sacrifice of a demon summoning ritual. She's abducted from her cell late at night and dragged underground, her bare back placed on a cold slab of rock, her heart thumping with dread as the priest steps forward.

- Soldier in the middle of a fierce battle who's run through by an enemy's sword. As she falls to her knees, blood spilling from her gut, she sees the fallen bodies of her comrades, friends she'd lived through hell with, all dead or dying before her.

Non-con under the cut!!

- Woman who's susceptible to mind control spells being told by her magic-using significant other that they'd never use their magic on her. She believes them until she notices all the markings on her body that she doesn't remember. Bite marks and hickeys and the sticky feeling of come between her thighs. She asks her partner about it and they smile, tell her she's overreacting, and use their powers on her again. It's more fun if she remains ignorant they think with a happy smile.

- Woman sentenced to death for the murder of a Lord who's assaulted by the prison guards. It's in a very public cell where everyone can see, but because the Lord was very loved, no one cares; some even cheer the guards on. When she's dragged out for her crucifixion she's naked, evidence of numerous assaults all over her body. As she hangs there, dying, the final thing she hears is the jeers of the crowd.

- Elfen street rat kid who needs to steal everything just to survive. Swiping food from merchants and coin-purses from nobles, sleeping in alleys and under doorways gets caught by a member of the Royal Guard. They leer at her and tell her she has a choice: 'serve' them or get the beating of her lifetime. As her ribs crack the guard tells her she can change her mind anytime. She hates herself when she gives in.

- Thief who's part of a guild gets a job to steal an ancient tome of spells from a wizard's tower. She succeeds in the theft but the next day she is betrayed by the rest of the guild. As she's handed over to the guards, she sees her former teammates grinning in victory. Later that night, as the guards hold her down and violate her, she vows she'll burn the thieves guild to the ground.

- Student at a magic academy who goes to one of the instructors for help with her Summoning homework. The teacher grins and tells her that first she should be aware of the potential dangers of summoning. The woman laughs at first because she's been a student for years, she knows that. Later, as the tentacles from the demon her teacher summoned violate her she looks at them, eyes wet with betrayal. As the demon drags her away, she understands why so many students had gone missing.

[grimmywrites]

what ya think of the new re4 remake? c:

  I love it! (Everything below is the opinion of a nerd who is way too into the RE world, btw.)

OG RE4 is my favorite video game ever, and like many I was worrying over every bit of information we were fed. I didn't expect it would be, but the worry that it would be like the RE3 remake was there. Thankfully, I think Capcom knew they had to do this one right.

For me, the game is 10/10. They really upped the horror, the story, and made the difficulty feel welcome. Great enemies, great use of the cult this time around, and the game is absolutely beautiful. Not to mention the sound design is so goddamn perfect. I also love how the soundtrack is similar to the original with the old leitmotifs in some of the music. I love the addition of requests and the expansion of the maps and the exploration in certain chapters.

As a remake 9/10 - I'm aware this is just because of nostalgia filters. It's only because I have a few problems with some of the characters. While I think the tweaks to the story made it stronger and a lot of the characters are so good (I've always loved Ashley even in the OG but I'm glad everyone is taking to her in the remake), some got a raw deal.

It's a touchy subject right now, and I'm going to state: I don't condone harassment or bullying. I do think you can criticize something without being cruel. I'm not a fan of Ada's voice acting, but I can recognize what the actress was going for. I'll leave it to others to speculate. That being said, I feel like they gave her character a lot less to do. I'm hopeful the Separate Ways DLC fixes that. Krauser is... okay. Just okay. (Which disappoints me as someone who likes the metaltango ship; none of that tension was there this time.)

That being said, I think Nick (Leon's VA) did much better this time around for me. Really appreciated the fine line he played between Leon's depression and his cocky jokes. Luis is great with a correct accent and he's very playful (and all the new backstory for him and his involvement in Umbrella is S tier shit). VA for Ashley is very good. Merchant is CHEF'S KISS, god I loved him, I'd go to the shooting range just to hear him praise me in that accent.

I guess my biggest complaint is the big bads? They just feel so removed from the game. I know it's realism they're going for, but I really liked the hacking of Leon's comms in the OG so we could have conversations with them. It showed personality.

Mendez was... there. Tbf he was there in the OG, too. At least he chased us a bit this time. I hated that I didn't SEE his transformation in his boss fight. He didn't feel like a big threat. (And yes, I missed Leon charge kicking him and getting thrown on his ass, god that was so good.)

Salazar talked at me a few times, but he was so much more of a puppet and tool and thus FUNNY in the OG. I liked how frustrated he got. His remake version, again, is fine. I like that Leon just gets fed up and shoots him all the time. He's at least more present than the other two. The change in his boss fight is good, it has more mobility and I like all the tricks to it.

Saddler is probably my biggest disappointment. I love Saddler in the OG. He has so much personality. He's SO charismatic. He's confident and is a presence from when you first meet him in the Church (and before) until you defeat him in the end. He's in the castle and handles shit himself. He *jokes* with Leon and laughs at him. His fight with Ada in Separate Ways is the hardest thing in the game. I dunno, I'm bummed for him, haha. I think making him this devout cult guy as his defining feature kinda diminished him.

One last thing: I wanted the U3 fight. I'm in the minority, I know. I also know rumors and some of the game's files indicate it might be a DLC thing, but that was the only boss fight in the OG that scared me. It was so different than anything I'd ever done, so I wanted to see how they'd tackle it. All well.

Even with these critiques, I genuinely really enjoy the game. I had a huge smile on my face the entire time. I'm not mad about anything; the changes all worked for a remake and a new generation of people playing it. It's great, no matter these few nitpicks. That's all they are, nitpicks, because the game is spectacular. It's beautiful and it's fun and I really recommend people to play it because this is what a remake SHOULD be.

[lebenspurpur]

Heyho! Could I get some Anna (Huntress) with a s/o who goes out some day and comes back to Anna's shack a bit shaken up, turns out they saw their ex (Who wasn't great)?

AN: pretty unrealistic that there's a cottage near Anna's cabin, but let's ignore that.

Warnings: I used a female term of endearment in Russian, but the reader is still written as gender-neutral, the reader is more than just "a bit" shaken up whoops, basically a panic attack, toxic communication, controlling behavior, sexual harassment

Word count: ~1300 words

Anna sighed as she put the carving tool back on the small table. Her hand was cramping from the time spent in the same position. She cracked her knuckles, eyes falling back on the wooden mask on the table.

She had discarded her own mask on the dining table. In Summer, it was simply too warm to wear the mask all the time. Plus, her skin had started to itch from keeping it on all the time.

This one was going to be yours. After pondering over an animal for months, Anna had decided to make you a deer mask. Graceful, aware, gentle, yeah, she felt like the deer fit you well.

The huntress started working again, taking her time to form the cheeks and the nose. It had to be perfect for you.

The only noise in the small cabin was the sound of the blade scratching the wood and the sparse birds in the forest outside. Anna tried to stay aware in case she heard your footsteps, but, unbeknownst to her, something had delayed your return to the cabin.

"So you're just gonna leave?", the person threw their hands in the air, and you took a step away from them. They wouldn't start a physical fight right here, but it wouldn't hurt to be careful.

Once again, you cursed yourself for wasting so much time dawdling around the marketplace of the cottage. You had already gotten everything you wanted, but a small market stand selling jewelry had caught your attention. It wasn't every day that so many merchants came to the market, so you let yourself relax.

Now, look what you got out of it.

When you caught a glimpse of that one familiar haircut, you hurried to reach the forest again, but it was too late. They had already seen you.

Their greeting was friendly, but you weren't so easy to fool. And just like you predicted, your ex's nice formalities soon turned into sour accusations.

"Hello?!", you flinched as a pair of fingers snapped next to your ear, "Look at me when I'm talking to you."

You slowly raised your gaze and looked at their furious expression. Painful memories from the past dug their way through your brain, and you focused on your breathing, nice and steady.

A disgusting smirk crept on the face across of you, "You still do what people tell you, huh? Still that desperate for attention?"

You stayed silent and prayed for this to end, but your hope sank with every minute. Would Anna worry if you didn't come home until the evening?

"You know, I could treat you better than that brute back there.", their hand gestured to the forest, "She doesn't even know you. Not like I do."

Their fingers moved to cup your face, and you fought the wave of sickness that washed over you at the action. Their touch felt as poisonous as it did back then.

"Come back to me, and I'll show you a real good time.", they licked their lips, voice hushed and desperate.

Panic began to settle in your stomach. How would you get out of this? If you ran, they'd surely catch you, and screaming for help would just earn you a beating. Nervously, your eyes wandered over your surroundings, searching for anything, anyone, to aid you.

The sudden ringing of the church bells predicted that evening was soon to come. Startled, the two of you turned around.

Your ex cursed and took a step back, ruffling their hair with one hand, "Listen, I gotta go now, okay?"

You took a shaking breath, ignoring the burning of tears in your eyes.

"I'll look forward to our next meeting.", your ex showed another disgusting smile, and off they were, swiftly making their way down the street.

You don't know how long it took you, but after a few seconds of being in shock, you clutched your basket tighter to your body and started sprinting into the welcoming arms of the forest.

Your lungs protested against the sudden exercise and the lack of air, but you just clenched your jaw and kept going, slowly allowing the tears to spill. Like molten glass, they ran over your cheeks, wetting your face.

It felt like it lasted a day, but you knew that the sprint to the cabin couldn't have taken more than a few minutes.

Nonetheless, you felt a surge of relief run through you as you spotted the familiar wood and within seconds, you pushed the door open and rushed inside.

Exhausted and drained, you stopped right in front of the door, sliding down to sit on the floor as your shaky knees couldn't support you anymore. The basket was left next to you, forgotten for the moment.

"дорогая?"¹, Anna was immediately by your side, fearfully observing you for any injuries.

"It's nothing.", you gasped for air in between the words, your heart still beating too fast for you to get enough air. Sweat stained your skin, and furthered how uncomfortable you felt.

The woman in front of you raised a brow and slowly inched closer, taking notice of your shaking limbs. Raising a hand, she gently took your smaller one and let it rest on her chest.

Still struggling to breathe, you examined her actions, sighing breathlessly when she cupped your fingers with her own.

Anna made sure you watched her movements, then she took a deep breath in.

"In.", she held her breath and watched as you mimicked her, both of your chests rising synchronically.

"And out.", the Huntress exhaled and smiled softly as she watched you copy her actions.

Anna repeated the exercise a few times until your heart rate slowed down, and your breathing got normal again. Along with that, she noticed how your body stopped shaking, and feeling relieved, she let your hand fall to her lap.

You took a few deep breaths before you looked at her again, and you were met with a questioning expression. Gulping, you tried to talk but right as you wanted to start, you felt fresh tears brimming in your eyes, and the panic starting to grow again.

Anna quickly shushed you and with a swift movement, she lifted you into her lap, hands on your waist as you pressed yourself against her.

"This okay?", the question warmed your heart, and you nodded fast, burying your face in the rough fabric of her shirt. It smelled familiar, like rain and smoke, and you inhaled deeply, letting your muscles relax.

You spent a few minutes in her embrace, relishing in the way she petted your back, and how warm she was. Somewhere along the way, she had started to hum a tune, and her chest vibrated against yours. You savored the sound of her deep voice and tried to calm down, focusing only on the woman beneath you.

"I saw my ex."

Your words stopped Anna's melody, and her fingers tightened on your waist. She didn't know of everything there was between you and your former lover, but she definitely knew enough to despise them.

"They-", you took a deep breath to stabilize yourself, "They wanted me to stay with them."

Anna hummed, a sign that she understood what you were saying and a sign of encouragement. Her fingers relaxed again and continued gently stroking your back.

You knew that she was still angry, and appreciation surged through you as you realized that she was holding back for you.

After another short silence, you spoke up again, "They called you a brute."

All of a sudden, Anna chuckled, a hoarse sound, and you playfully punched her arm, unable to stop your own smile from growing.

"Hey, not funny!"

Anna cleared her throat and nodded, but the amusement still shone brightly in her dark eyes. You felt the heaviness on your chest ease as you looked at her.

"Next time, I'll come with you, ладно?"²

"Alright.", you nodded to yourself and smiled a little wider, closing your eyes as you felt Anna's warm lips on your forehead.

¹ - sweetheart ² - okay

[mypoisonedvine]

𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 || brother!stucky x reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 || it's a shame you and the rest of your siblings don't get together more often; in fact, it takes the death of your adopted mother for all of you to see each other again. but two of your brothers have been anticipating your return more than you could ever realize.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 || 5.3k

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 || smut (INCEST, oral f and m receiving, threesome, spitroasting, facefucking/throatfucking, orgasm control, degradation/praise, spanking and pain kink; slightly dub con due to emotional manipulation), mention of past voyeurism, dacryphilia/crying during sex, parental death (see summary)

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION WHICH CONTAINS TRIGGERING CONTENT. IF THIS CONCERNS YOU PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING.

It was funny, now, to remember how ashamed Bucky used to be for his crush on his little sister; for years he starved and ignored his affection for you, until he caught Steve red-handed.

Well, maybe white-handed would be a better term. White-handed having just stroked himself while peeking on you in the shower. Since then, Bucky and Steve realized it would be easier to work together to get you than to compete for you and be jealous of each other.

The difficult thing was that siblings tend to grow apart once they've all moved out, and you seemed perfectly fine with that. They tried to call and write to keep in touch, but you never really reciprocated. In fact, when your mother passed, Steve and Bucky almost worried you would skip the funeral and they'd lose contact with you for good.

But you made it, and even in such a somber context they struggled to contain themselves seeing you in a little black dress as you walked into the church.

"Mom was a great woman," Bucky began stereotypically in his eulogy. "I know everyone says that about dead people. But in this case, most of you here know how true it is. She adopted fourteen children throughout her life; I'm so glad all of us could be here today, bringing with us all eight of her sons- and daughter-in-law and all nineteen of her grandchildren."

His eyes scanned the massive crowd and the rag-tag family, all shapes and sizes and colors, all smiling and teary-eyed as they gathered to bury the woman who cared for them so tenderly.

"Some of you were with Mom since you were born. Some of you were adopted at 16 and 17 and left just a few years later to make your own lives. All of us were blessed to be chosen by her. Thank you all for coming."

Bucky decided to end it there before he got emotional, and after the last of the burial rites had been made and Mom's ashes were interred, some of the siblings and spouses gathered at the old house-- Steve and Bucky lived there now, keeping the place together as best they could-- for some food and old memories.

Steve dipped away from the crowd and its bittersweet chatter and went upstairs, finding you in your old room. "Hey, what are you doing in here?"

"Admiring how much it all’s changed," you explained, looking back at him for only a moment before returning your gaze to the wall, decorated in pictures— only one of which was yours. "How many kids moved through here after I left?"

"I dunno, Bucky and I were long gone by then," he shrugged. You nodded a little, glancing at his lapel.

"Nice suit, by the way," you mumbled.

"Thanks, you look good, too," he returned. "Kinda surprised you didn't bring anyone with you, I've met a lot of great husbands and wives today... and a few less-than-great ones."

You snorted a little. "Yeah? Tara always had a taste for shit."

Steve admired your honesty, even with its bluntness, and you were right to assume that it was Tara's husband he was referring to.

"I could harass you for coming alone," you offered.

"It's not a surprise, is it?" he smirked.

"I think it is, what's the hold up? No time to date or what?"

"I have time," he corrected.

You raised an eyebrow. "Just can't find the right girl?"

"I found the right girl," he countered, stepping a little closer.

"Huh? When?"

"A long time ago," he smiled.

You wrinkled your brow, and he liked how cute you look all confused like that. "Do I know her?"

"Not as well as you think you do," he answered cryptically.

Just in time, Bucky opened the door. "Oh, hey, I was wondering where you two went," he greeted, shutting the door behind him— and, when you weren’t looking, silently locking it. "What are we doing?"

"We're grilling Steve on his mystery crush," you informed him. Bucky gave Steve a questioning look, but when Steve met it with a glare, he seemed to get the picture.

"Sounds like fun," he smiled.

"Do you know who it is?" you realized, pointing at Bucky.

"I have a few guesses," he chuckled.

"Well, tell me about her!" you demanded.

"What does it matter to you?" Steve wondered. "I didn't think you wanted to be close."

You winced; he regretted getting a bit defensive, and mumbled an apology. "No, it's okay," you shook your head, "you're right. I don't really have any right to know. But just because I've been quiet doesn't mean I wanted to be a stranger to you, Steve. You, too, Buck-- I'm sorry I've been hard to reach lately."

"It's no trouble," Bucky assured you.

"The truth is, I didn't want to come alone," you admitted. "I felt weird about bringing somebody. I felt weird about going through this by myself."

"You aren't by yourself, sweetheart, we're here," Bucky soothed, stepping closer as you wiped a small tear from the corner of your eye. He rubbed your arm a little and you sniffled quietly.

"Yeah, but that's... it's different," you explained awkwardly. "I think there's something about funerals that makes people want to have sex."

Steve almost choked on nothing, catching a quick look from Bucky. This is our chance, it said without words.

"Funerals make you horny?" Bucky chuckled, noticeably not letting go of your arm. "That's... abnormal."

"No, they don't make me horny, I just mean that grieving is complicated. It reminds us of our mortality. And I guess that makes us want to appreciate living more."

"That's fair," Steve decided. "Is sex the best way to appreciate living?"

"It's my personal favorite," you laughed, voice getting a bit deeper with your innuendo.

"I can sponsor that philosophy," Bucky grinned.

"We wanna be here for you, however you need," Steve assured, that firm-yet-soothing voice perfect for times like this.

"Don't say that, it sounds weird..." you sighed.

"Why? What's weird about it?" Bucky pressed.

"Well, ‘cause of what I just said. There are ways you guys can't help me through this," you clarified.

Steve shook his head. "I don't believe that. I think we can do anything for each other; I think we should."

You raised an eyebrow, like you weren't sure what he meant by that. Or, like you did know what he meant, but didn't quite believe it yet. Those eyebrows went up high when Steve leaned in a little closer, but you couldn't move away as Bucky embraced you.

"Steve," you said, as if you wanted his attention even though you already obviously had it.

"You know how much we love you, right?" Steve asked you quietly, closer now than ever as his eyes moved from meeting yours to staring down at your lips.

"Steve," you whispered again, almost like you wanted him to stop. Almost. He ignored it and kissed you, soft and gentle, cradling the back of your neck in his hand. Bucky kept his grip on your waist and watched you carefully give into it, hesitant at first but then kissing your brother back. Though he had to swallow down a tinge of jealousy, his cock started to fill as well at the sight.

When your lips broke away and your eyes fluttered open, your gaze met Bucky's nervously-- like you were looking for his approval. You must have seen his need instead, his burning passion, because you seemed a little intimidated.

"We shouldn't do this..." you mumbled, trailing off.

"Yeah, probably not," Bucky agreed, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you in to kiss him. He wasn't as gentle as Steve, now that you were getting used to this. He had to move his grip to the back of your head to move you how he wanted, kissing you deep and hard right away; you made a little noise, like a moan or a yelp, and it was cut off by him pressing his lips on yours harder, sliding his tongue further into your mouth.

Call it aggressive if you want, but he felt you shake a little; your knees were getting a bit weak.

Steve all but pulled your face away to kiss you again, a little more desperate now, like he was jealous of Bucky's intensity with you and wanted to give it a shot. Bucky moved to kiss your neck instead, growling slightly as he fought the urge to rub his body up against yours; he was so fucking hard already. Only you ever got him this hard this fast, and he hadn't felt like this since you were all teenagers and this was just a sick little fantasy. Now it was real, surreal even, and it was better than he imagined it could be.

You moaned, properly this time, as he grazed his teeth over your pulse, and he smiled against your skin. "God, you're so beautiful," he whispered to you, spinning your back to press you into Steve's form; your back was to his chest, Bucky sinking to his knees before you as Steve held your face up to kiss you from behind. Bucky licked and kissed over your legs through your pantyhose, reaching up under your dress to slowly pull them down to gather at your ankles.

He couldn't find the wherewithal to tease you much now, he didn't know if you were going to sober up and push them away soon, so he had to act quickly. Kissing up your legs, he gently slid your dress up higher and higher until your panties were exposed and he could kiss your thighs.

You whimpered when he kissed you through the panties, and he saw your eyes open and your face break away from Steve's to look down at him. "Bucky," you mumbled, clearly a bit disoriented but not looking like you wanted him to stop. If anything, your eyes were begging him to keep going, to give you more.

He silently met your gaze as he reached up to pull the underwear down; though Bucky never broke eye contact, Steve was transfixed on the fabric sliding down your legs, on your pussy exposed as you shivered in his arms.

"Can I taste you?" Bucky asked, and you stammered over several different answers.

"Say yes, baby," Steve encouraged you, whispering right into your ear.

"Yes," you sighed, and Bucky pounced immediately, burying his face between your legs and lapping at you eagerly. "Oh, fuck," you moaned, head falling back onto Steve's broad shoulder as your legs shook around Bucky's head. Steve smiled at your expression, eyes heavy-lidded and swollen lips gone slack; totally cockdrunk already and you hadn't even seen their cocks yet. But Steve gave you a little preview by pressing himself up against the small of your back, seeing your eyes widen a bit at the feeling of his erection.

"How's she taste?" he asked his brother.

"So fuckin' good," Bucky growled, only breaking away from you as briefly as possible before diving back in and shoving his tongue inside you. Steve could almost tell what Bucky was doing just by watching your face. You bit your lip as Bucky sucked harder on your clit, and Steve was so overcome by the sight that he had to grab your hand and guide it to rub his cock through his suit trousers.

He had to close his eyes for a moment just to control himself; feeling your hand on him was like a lifetime of fantasies coming true. You didn't just let him move your hand for you, either... you explored him yourself, doing your best to all but jerk him off through his pants. He almost lost it when you reached down to cup his balls.

"Fuck," Steve hissed, "you're being so naughty, rubbing my cock like that."

Your darkened eyes twinkled a bit, and he leaned in to kiss that smug smirk right off your lips. He wanted to taste every moan that Bucky made you let out, and through the kiss Steve caught a glimpse of you rocking your hips onto Bucky's face.

"Are you close?" Steve asked you quietly, feeling you nod and try to kiss him again; but he wouldn't have that, not yet.

He picked you up suddenly, making you yelp quietly in shock as he tossed you back onto the bed. Bucky stood up and the two of them descended upon you, Steve opening your legs while Bucky kissed you with a mouth still coated in your taste.

"I wanted you, for so long," Steve admitted between teasing licks to your cunt, holding your thighs open to get a good look at his little sister's pussy. "In this bed, too. Thought about you so many times, about taking you here."

"Oh god," you groaned, muffled by Bucky's kiss. Steve smiled proudly when he saw you reach up to wrap your arms around Bucky's neck; there was no running from it now, you obviously wanted this and they were both more than happy to give it to you.

Steve ate you out with a bit more sensitivity than Bucky, preferring to keep you desperate and on the edge as much as possible. Sometimes all he would do was circle your clit with his tongue, other times he would hold your thighs tight and just dig in; you didn't seem to mind the unpredictability, your legs already shaking and clamping down on his head.

"No coming yet, sweetheart, I think Steve has bigger plans for you," Bucky cooed when you whined in disappointment as Steve pulled away again.

"Much bigger plans," Steve agreed as he sat back to palm his cock through his pants before unzipping his fly. They both laughed at the way you watched his hands like a hawk.

"Wanna see your brother's cock that bad?" Bucky taunted. "Can't blame you for being curious. You probably had to hear his girlfriends screaming through those thin walls each time he brought somebody home."

"I think you liked hearing it, huh?" Steve added. "You probably pressed your ear up against the wall, even though it made you feel sick to imagine me like that."

"I was just a kid..." you defended. Not in the 'I was just a kid, I didn't know about that stuff' way, though. Moreso in the 'I was just a kid, you can't blame me for being attracted to my own brothers' way.

"No, don't be embarrassed, it's okay," Bucky soothed. "It's good, it's alright. Doesn't it feel right, being with us now?"

But you were too distracted to answer, because Steve opened his pants and pulled his cock out and you were blinking rapidly as you stared at it. "Fuck," you moaned.

Steve saw your pussy clench just from looking at it. He knew it was going to be a struggle to keep from just slamming right into you, ignoring your pain and finally claiming you. He made a silent promise to himself to be gentle and ease it in, but he had to grip his cock tight to stop it from throbbing already.

"You're gonna take it all, right?" Bucky asked you, dead serious.

"Y-yes, I'll try," you sighed, looking up at Bucky as Steve began to rub himself over your entrance. "You can have my mouth, while he fucks me..."

Bucky smiled at your generous offer. "No, I think I'll just watch your face for now. Wanna see you take him for the first time."

You seemed embarrassed that he turned down your blowjob, and honestly, he liked how you looked like that. He cradled your face and stroked your cheek gently as Steve teased you, pushing his head just slightly against your opening, not even going in yet.

"You're soaking wet, and I still don't know if it's gonna fit," Steve warned. "Just don't get too loud in case somebody hears us."

"You know how thin the walls are," Bucky added with a wink.

But he had to bite his lip as he watched your mouth fall open, Steve having just barely put his head inside you. He wasn't even past the ridge of it yet and you were starting to look fucked-out. Another inch and you were gasping, gripping Bucky's arms hard as he nodded slightly in encouragement.

Steve slid forward again and your eyes rolled back. "F-fuck, is that all of it?" you whimpered.

"Baby, this isn't even halfway," Steve cooed, and you whined as he gave you a little more.

"You can take it," Bucky promised, "c'mon, be our good girl and take Stevie's cock." You groaned deeply as he pushed in more, and Bucky spared a glance at your spread legs. "So close, just a little more and he'll be all the way inside you."

"I can't, I— oh, I can't," you whined, but Bucky soothed you gently.

"Shh, you can do it," he encouraged, "so fuckin' close, baby, just a little more..."

You choked when Steve slid that last bit in, the sound almost drowned out by Steve's loud moan. "Oh god," he breathed, "sweetheart, you're so perfect, you feel fucking perfect..."

Bucky kissed a small tear away from the corner of your eye, feeling how hot your cheeks were. "It's okay to cry," Bucky whispered.

"Did you let yourself cry yet?" Steve wondered, staying still inside you to let you adjust. You were one of the few who hadn't been very emotional during the service. You shook your head.

"Let it out, baby, we're right here, it's all gonna be okay," Bucky promised.

You slowly let yourself begin to sob, clutching at Bucky as Steve slowly moved within you. Soon enough, you adjusted, and your whimpers of pain melted into sobs of pleasure. Bucky loved seeing you submit to it all, realizing that this was what you’d been waiting for all this time.

“Feels good?” he asked you, seeing you bite your lip and nod. “You like getting fucked by your brother, huh?”

“Yes,” you sighed, tightening your grip on Bucky’s bicep, “fuck, it feels good…”

"Ever been this full, baby?" Bucky taunted, smiling when you shook your head. "Yeah, didn't think so. But you're taking it so good..."

The praise obviously had an effect on you, a needy whine escaping your lips.

“You want it a little harder, don’t you?” Bucky teased, seeing you start to rock harder with each of Steve’s thrusts the second you nodded. “How deep is it baby?” he asked gently.

Instead of answering, you grabbed his hand and guided it to your stomach, where Bucky could feel the tip of Steve’s cock poking you from the inside, right by your belly button.

“How deep do you want me in you?” Bucky continued, grinning when you brought his hand up to your throat and wrapped his grip around it. He couldn’t say no to that, not twice; he hastily opened his belt and fly, letting you get a good look at his cock as he stroked it above your face before teasingly running the tip around your open lips. “Ohh, fuck,” he sighed as you finally got your lips around it and started to suckle, gently exploring him with your tongue, “baby, you’ve got such a sweet fuckin’ mouth.”

He pushed his hips a bit to force his cock deeper, just the tip of him making you gag already. Your jaw was extended wide, your throat bobbing as you struggled to breathe or swallow, and Bucky couldn’t get enough of it. “She looks good sucking cock,” Steve noted, making Bucky take a glance at the man roughly plowing into you.

“I’ll say,” Bucky agreed. “Feels good, too— who taught you to suck cock like that, huh baby? Were you being a bad girl when we told you to stay away from guys in high school?” he asked you mockingly.

They both laughed when you nodded.

“Aww, shoulda known,” Bucky smirked, “you were always too pretty to be a good girl. But you can still be our good girl.”

Bucky propped your head back with a hand behind your neck, getting the right angle to start forcing himself down your throat. With a little patience he was able to get in, and he accidentally pulled your hair as his fist tightened from shock at the pleasure.

“F-fuck,” he stammered, “Jesus Christ your throat is tight, you tryin’ to make me come already sweetheart?”

“I think she wants to swallow it,” Steve interjected, “she’s getting so wet from sucking you off.”

“What a little cumslut,” Bucky teased, “so eager to swallow your big brother’s come. You know, it’s funny that we’re siblings who don’t actually share any genetics…”

“‘Cause you’re gonna be full of our DNA by the time we’re through with you,” Steve finished with a chuckle.

Bucky started to thrust in earnest, filling your throat each time, watching the outline of his cock visible on your neck. When he gave you breaks to breathe, you moaned like he couldn’t describe: desperate, broken, animalistic. This was nothing like the innocent little sister he’d been crushing on when this all started… you were a woman now, so much had changed since then— maybe everything but his attraction to you.

Speaking of you being a woman, Bucky reached down to tear your dress open, his cock preventing you from protesting to the ruining of a perfectly good outfit, stripping you so he could grab at your tits as he fucked your face. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby, you were meant to be stuffed with cock like this…” he groaned.

When he gave you another break so you could catch your breath, you still used the time to run your tongue all over him and stroke just his head quickly. You even hungrily laved at his balls and he had to laugh at how unabashed you were.

“Had no idea our sweet little sister was such a fucking slut,” Bucky hummed. “Were you always like this? Or is it just for us?”

“Just you, fuck, Bucky, I just love the taste of your cock,” you admitted, and even Steve moaned a little louder when he heard that.

“God, I need to feel your pussy,” Bucky blurted out in a moan, and Steve thankfully took the instruction and pulled out of you as Bucky did the same. You seemed a little confused and upset to be suddenly empty, but it wouldn’t last long; Bucky grabbed and maneuvered you onto your hands and knees, kicking your legs apart to kneel between them as he slid himself over your drenched opening.

Steve, meanwhile, sat back on the bed, starting to grab your hair to guide you to suck him off before Bucky interjected.

“Look back at me,” he demanded, purring when your eyes met his— they were so dark, so desperate, and he could hardly believe this was the same girl who had been so hesitant before. “Yeah, that’s it,” Bucky praised, watching your face as he pushed himself into you.

But he couldn’t even manage to keep doing that, and his eyes fell shut in a moment; you felt so good he felt like he had to shut his eyes to cope with it.

“Fucking Christ, you’re still so tight even after taking Stevie,” he breathed, grabbing at your hips hard enough to bruise them. He opened his eyes to watch his cock stretching you open, hardly believing how wide he was splitting you. You didn’t seem to believe it either, with the way you whined at the stretch. Bucky wasn’t quite as long as Steve, but thicker, and your walls tightened around him so hard he started to see stars.

When you were starting to get your bearings again, Steve pulled your head down into his lap and pushed his cock against your face, smiling at you when you met his gaze and licked long, slow stripes up his cock. “You can taste yourself, can’t you?” Steve realized. “You can taste your pussy on me.”

“Tastes good,” you purred. “I like how we taste together.”

“You need to shut up, I don’t wanna hear you talking like a whore,” Steve growled, shoving his cock into your mouth and down your throat roughly. “Fuck, that’s better,” he sighed, bobbing your head with a tight grip on your hair.

With your mouth full, Bucky was compelled to fuck you harder, and soon enough he was slamming himself into you relentlessly, his thighs slapping into the back of yours so hard he almost worried someone else would hear (but, of course, he didn’t really have the energy to worry about that now).

“Fuck!” you screamed when you got a moment to breathe, drool and tears running down your face and chin from Steve’s brutality.

“Tell me how good my cock feels,” Bucky ordered you roughly. “Tell me how good I’m fucking you.”

“S-so good, Bucky, fuck,” you choked, stroking Steve’s cock as you tried to put a sentence together. “Your cock feels so good, f-fuck me just like that, as hard as you want, I’m all yours.”

“Fuck yeah you are,” Bucky agreed with a slap to your ass that made you moan even louder. “Oh fuck, you wanna be spanked more?”

He grinned when you nodded, though it fell quickly just from how hard he was breathing as a result of the exertion of fucking you this hard. He gave you two more slaps to your ass, watching you shudder with each one. “Do you know why you’re being spanked, baby?” Steve asked you, holding your face up by your chin and forcing you to look at him.

You shook your head.

“Because you’ve been a very bad girl,” Steve explained. “You know you’re not supposed to wanna fuck your brothers.”

“I’m sorry,” you gasped, “I’m sorry, I— ow!”

You yelped from another spank, and another— Bucky even pulled out for a second and gave you three incredibly hard ones before sitting back up to slam right back into you. By that point, your whole body was basically limp and your pussy was throbbing so hard it nearly hurt.

Steve fucked your throat a little more before he decided to just kiss you instead, guiding you to stroke him with his hand wrapped around yours. He mumbled praises against your lips, though he spoke them with such vitriol that they sounded more like insults somehow.

“You’re taking Buck so good, baby, such a good fucking girl,” Steve growled as you nodded and whined absent-mindedly. “I bet you wanna come, don’t you? I know you were so close to coming for me, you wanna come for Bucky now?”

You nodded again, and Steve smiled at you darkly.

“Not until I say so, sweetheart.”

You whimpered, though it turned into a sob as Steve reached down under you to rub your clit just beneath where Bucky was fucking you. “S-Stevie,” you sobbed, “please…”

“Just hold on a little longer and I’ll let you come,” Steve promised, though Bucky wasn’t so sure it was genuine. He understood why Steve would feel a little robbed of feeling you come for them for the first time, but he figured there would be plenty of chances to be inside you while you came; there was never any intention to stop at just one.

However, Steve kept his promise, holding you by your neck and staring right at you as he told you to come for Bucky, right then and there. And that you did, making the most perfect sounds and Bucky felt your body start to grip him tighter, pulsing and quivering to the point that he almost joined in and came inside you. But he barely managed to keep it together, stilling inside you and breathing through his teeth to try to hold it back.

“Feels good when she comes, huh?” Steve noticed.

Bucky couldn’t even speak, just nod with his eyes shut tight.

“My turn,” Steve grinned, pulling you off of Bucky’s cock and setting you into his lap. Bucky enjoyed the break to cool off a bit, even though his body cried out to feel more of your perfect heat around him. He watched with heavy eyes as Steve lined you up and sunk you down onto his cock, helping you bounce on him even when you were a bit spent from having just come.

It wasn’t just the soreness in your muscles that made it hard to move on top of Steve; you were so sensitive now that it was nearly too much, and in this position he went so deep that it made your head spin.

“Fuck, wasn’t sure it would fit, but I should’ve known my best girl can always take me,” Steve cooed proudly.

Bucky slowly stroked himself as he watched the scene unfold, Steve holding your hips tight and guiding you to grind against him. You shuddered with every movement, falling forward into him limply.

“Oh, poor thing, you’re so tired, aren’t you?” he realized. “But you’re already close to coming again for me. I wanna feel your pussy grip me as you come, sweetheart, don’t stop moving your hips…”

You whined and buried your face into his neck, gripping his shoulders and starting to move on your own carefully. Steve whispered his praises against your ear, running his hands all over your body— taking special care to squeeze and massage your tits, smiling when he realized your nipples were sensitive. You whimpered each time he pinched them, and Bucky decided to get back into action just in time to kiss you while Steve sucked on them.

Of course, he wasn’t satisfied with just that… he had to reach down between your and Steve’s bodies and pinch your swollen clit. “Bucky!” you whined into the kiss, making him laugh. There’s the annoying little sister I remember, he thought to himself.

“C’mon and come for Stevie, you don’t want him to feel left out do you?” Bucky smirked. “I know you’re close, just let it go, we’re right here, we’ve got you…”

Apparently it was all you needed, your fingers digging into Steve’s shoulders as you started to shake harder and moan louder. “That’s it,” Steve groaned, trying to praise you but quickly getting caught up in the way it felt to be inside you as you reached your high. Bucky kept kissing you but you were clearly unfocused, and soon Steve was lifting you up away from both of them to lay you back on the bed.

Some unspoken agreement took place as they knelt above you, and both having held themselves back for so long, it didn’t take too much time furiously stroking their cocks before they covered you in their come; your pussy got most of it, though there was still some on your face and tits and thighs. Even through the post-orgasm fog, you still moaned at the feeling of it. And when some of Steve’s come landed on your lips, you happily licked it up and swallowed it.

You were so in and out of awareness, drained completely by the experience, and before you knew it you saw them having recomposed themselves (because they had the benefit of untorn clothes— thanks for that one, Buck) and looking down at you spread wide on your childhood bed, spent and used.

“I get it now,” Steve explained quietly, “why funerals make people want to have sex.”

He sat beside you on the bed, leaning down to whisper to you.

“Because some people like all the wrong things. People like us…” he breathed. “Guess it runs in the family.”

And without another word, they quietly unlocked the door and left to return to the gathering. “We’ll tell them you left early, sweetheart,” Bucky explained just before he shut the door behind himself. “Just wait for us and we’ll be back soon to do it all over again. We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

[just-antithings]

(different anon than the last) re: women telling other women not to dress a certain way - I'm afab, and those tiktoks really remind me of the stuff I was taught at my evangelical church growing up.

a few young-ish women (aged 25-35) would talk to a group of afabs (ages 12-16ish) and give a big talk on how modesty is important, how it's your job to protect yourself from sinful boys, how it keeps you safe - all things that were really harmful to hear as a young kid just trying to grow and do well in school.

a lot of the women really believed they were helping the girls, and it was kinda tragic - they'd tell stories of times they got harassed "because of their clothing", but it was obvious that it wasn't their fault. I think they were trying to convince themselves that they could have stopped it...like, "maybe if I had worn a tighter bra," "maybe if I had worn jeans that weren't so tight," that kind of thing.

(one woman told a story of how a boy in middle school made her run up and down stairs so he could stare at her chest moving, and she said she felt so stupid once she realized what he was doing - but she put the blame on herself, not on him for pressuring her to do that. it was really awful)

I'm not saying the advice these women gave was justified, because it's not. but I think some subset of women try to convince themselves that harassment can be prevented, that it can be stopped, because they can't think of any other option. it doesn't seem possible to them that it's the fault of the people who harassed them, and not their own fault like society and the church says.

it was really freeing for me (even though I'm not really a "woman" tbh) to get to the point where I realized, hey, if something happens to me, it's not my fault. it doesn't matter how tight my jeans are, or if my shirt is too low-cut, or if my bra strap or binder is showing. and the people who are asking me to cover up might care about my safety, but they're wrong about how to keep me safe.

anyway yeah, telling other women/girls what to wear and how to behave is gross and misogynistic - and I hope someday we can get to the point where we're not recycling evangelical talking points anymore.

me too anon

[jonnyparable]

Cottage Hills : A Winter Tale, Part X

Sins of the Father

The sound of birds chirping and bees buzzing fill the air. It's a balmy late spring day. The flowers are in full bloom and the air is nice and cool. A couple rests under the old Rosenberg Oak and watch the clouds go by.

Harris :

"No, it looks more like a bone, Aja!"

Aja:

"No it doesn't! It's a baby, look, you can see the head, and that's the body, it's crawling!"

Harris :

"Alright, alright, you win. Its a baby! Wonder if it's a boy cloud? Let's name him Sebastian, and Maggie, if it's a girl cloud!"

Aja:

"... Everyone wants a son. But times are changing, even out here in the country. If I had a baby, I'd love it whether it were a boy or a girl. Wouldn't you? "

Harris :

"Yes, that's why you would make a wonderful mother, Aja."

Aja:

"Maybe. My father always wanted a boy...so if I had a girl, I'd make her feel wanted, every day! I'd tell her that, every single day! It would be so unfair for her to suffer for being born a certain way."

They continue to hold hands as butterflies flit about them. They're in Harris' garden. Harris squeezes her hand tightly. He seems a little nervous.

Harris:

"I have to go to work now, but tonight, after my patrol, meet me at our spot near the tulip fields. Promise you'll be there?"

Aja:

"Of course."

That night, Harris proposes to the love of his life. They had grown up together, and he had always admired her from afar. While he grew up to become the town's police man, Aja was the town's school teacher. She was beautiful, had all kinds of new fangled progressive ideas, and was even a gifted singer. Harris had fallen in love when he heard her sing for the first time in church.

Harris :

"Aja, I'm no good at this sort of thing, but I care for you so very much, and have been grateful every day that we have known each other. You are wanted, Aja, by me."

Aja:

"Harris.."

Harris :

"I know you don't have to say yes but, will you be my wife, Aja?"

The sound of a car rolling over gravel can be heard, but no headlights. An expensive black car pulls up to the Vino vineyard and two smartly dressed men step out. There's a knock on the door, and Duke answers. At the sight of them, the blood drains from his face, and he looks as if he's seen a ghost.

Man in hat :

" From your expression, you must be Duke Vino. Mr Vino, I represent a certain individual who would like to remain anonymous, but to whom you owe a lot of money, Mr Vino. And I've come to collect."

Duke:

"H-how did you find me? Please just take all my family's savings, just take it all and leave.."

Man in hat :

"... This ain't enough, Vino. Where's the rest?"

Duke :

"What?? If.. If you give me some time..."

Man in hat :

"Oh, I think you've had enough time. Time to raise a family, to run this winery... Would be a shame if something were to happen to it. I'm a lover of a good wine myself, you see, so you understand, I don't want to have to do something... Destructive. I hate waste."

Duke can see he's got gasoline in the car and a light in his hands. Duke stammers, he doesn't know what to do. He never thought they'd actually find him here all the way out in the country.

Man in hat :

"Alright, enough small talk. Gio, torch this place!"

Aja:

"Hey! Stop!"

Aja runs out from behind the tree where she had been watching. She had just come home to tell her parents the good news about Harris, when she sees the strange men harassing her father. She runs over and shoves the man in the hat, and stands in between him and her father.

Aja:

"What do you men want with my father? You have the wrong person. No one in this town would have any dealings with the likes of you two. Go, now!"

Man in hat :

"Well, well, well, aren't you feisty. Looks like you have something of value after all, Vino.... Alright Gio. Take her."

Aja:

"Get your hands off me! Where are you taking me? Papa, who are these men? What's going on??"

Duke is petrified and in shock, he doesn't know what to do, he can't feel his legs, even as he's watching his daughter be taken away.

While struggling, Aja socks the man in the eye.

Man in hat :

"A fighter, huh? Too bad you're not a boy, girlie. Now you better get in the car, sweet cheeks, or we'll light up this winery like a birthday cake, understand? Alright! Listen up, Vino. If you wanna see your pretty little girl ever again, you better find a way to come up with that dough, pronto. Come on, Gio. Let's get outta this dump!"

Greg:

"So... So 15 years ago, some men from the casino came and took all your money, and, Aja as well? But you told everyone she was the one who took your money, then ran away.... Duke, Goddess Almighty!! So that's what happened to her...Where is she now??"

Duke:

"It was me, Greg, it was all my fault...Aja never took our savings and ran away.... I was too ashamed to tell the truth.... She tried to protect me, and they took her...I've been trying to come up with the money, but it's too much Greg... I can't save her... "

Greg:

"Duke!! How could you have kept this a secret all these years? And what about Manna? How could you not tell her? Duke, we... Let me think...we have to do something! We can go tell Harris, he's a policeman, he can... "

Duke:

"No!! Not Harris! He... No one can ever know. I'll find a way to bring her back myself! If the police start investigating, those men might hurt... Or even kill Aja! You understand don't you?! Don't you!?"

Greg looks uneasily at his oldest friend. He would never have thought such a thing could have happened right under everyone's noses. And Duke has been shouldering the awful truth alone for years, which explains the drinking. But what about Aja, surely something must be done to save her. Where in the world could she be?

[the-firebird69]

There's a huge list of things that you will like do that are wrong each day you try and take him to church and it takes you to the cleaners you try and have the mob go after him and he goes after the mob and wastes them and gets Intel too you try and be the judge jury and executioner and he turns around and then base you as you should be as what you're doing is illegal and what we're doing is illegal you put him in a mild torture chamber and chastise him and harass him he turns around and he causes you to be impugned while you're trying to do something like drive a car then he wears you down by using an actual stone wheel now if you don't get all that you should shut the f****** if you get it you should shut the f****** so I don't understand what the problem is you've been doing this for years and dying now you're almost gone and you don't get it when he says is I have to get them off my back regardless and they thought they'd use this as a motif and it's a monkey on the back and he knows how to do it they send you off in the right direction they can't handle any of this s*** and you don't understand it cuz I can see your face your clueless you couldn't see what he was saying to you when you're on the bike I know what you are I don't want to play a piece of you a part of you to be near you or to talk to you I just want to go on my way first off it's a technique and I know about it secondly it's a dead end for you and she didn't know today in for her cuz usually they die I can beat up and stuff and she got beat up anyways it's not his fault so get away from me you don't know what happens anyways to be clear those things above are real and you do it everyday along with like 20 other things they've gotten rid of you because you're supposedly AI boy and the eye is just sitting there and you don't do anything all day long cuz you're a pots bja you're ruining my plan all the time so I might do what he's saying get Jesus out of here and drag you f****** assholes off him once and for all

Mac