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argreion · 3 months

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Spicy Leon Headcanons!

➻❥ ALRIGHT, since the general headcanons for Leon went off (and honestly got hella shocked I don't have to be like 'professional') and my horny brainworm is literally screeching in my head. It's time to ruin y'all too with some spicy headcanons. I try to account for both sides of the spectrum gender wise so nobody feels TOO left out! <3

➻❥ Warnings: Basically FULL ass sex headcanons, leaning towards some light knife play, gun play, and choking. Food kink, choking, headlock, vibrator torture, some hints at BDSM to a degree. Like I said, full ass sex talk AND Headcanons.

Likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated! Not proofread cause I'm seriously so tired. 😭

RE2R Leon - Alright, buddy, I know everyone headcanons him usually to be a sub. Honestly, I gotta agree. Feels like he would be shy after seeing a few in character depth posts that's he's an ex-Catholic, or that he at least WAS religious. Makes me feel like he's shy sex-wise. Probably pretty sensitive too, and is leaky. Loves when you lick the tip, and sometimes just smack him around a little. Will gladly take the strap if he gets to call you mommy/daddy. Leans either way regardless, degrading or praising. Will wear lingerie if you REALLY want him too. Probably would get embarrassed about it, considering he wants to be a good boyfriend for you! Be the big strong man like everyone wants him to be! In summary, RE2 feels kind of awkward, sweet, and subby!

RE4R Leon - Screams actual pussy or ass eating. He's slowly becoming a little munch, don't even compare him to RE6 or Vendetta, like ACTUALLY. Those fuckers are WAY too far in the munch zone. Gets a little giddy when you wear something special or his clothes. I just gotta say personally boxers actually so comfy, and I know he would like you wearing his clothes. Kisses your neck, chest, and your thighs! He doesn't mean to mark you, he loves ALL of you! Loves to do a little squish on your thighs as he munches, squeeze his head, make him die! It'll be heaven for him, seeing how he's seen death so often nowadays. Above all, he likes trust and comfort, and won't overstep boundaries. Any Leon wants consent, even if it's soggy ass wet cat Vendetta. We've seen the dark content fanfics. (And I loved every single one of 'em, SHHHHH!) RE4R Leon is basically his first domestic sex era to me. Touchy, comforting, and still his sweet self.

ID Leon: Low-key girly pop era for me. Feel like he'll do orgasm denial, and possibly vibrator torture. You struggling is kind of cute to him! Loves it when you start mewling his name, gets his cock so hard! Leaking pre-cum all over your lips, eyes blindfolded, and hands behind your back, and legs spread open! Likes to make you sit in front of him or beneath his desk, and jerk off his cock. Cumming on your face, taking a photo, and then joking about sending it to friends. Gets off to the small thrill of getting caught, or covering you in cum. Would say it starts to lightly thicken up cum-wise. If it's not something like above, possibly cuddle sex. No one can go wrong with cuddle sex, buddy. Rubbing his dick against you, slowly grinding and kissing your neck and shoulder. The other heaven from eating you out. This era is the experimentation, wants to find his kinks and whatnot. Should've done it at twenty, but at least he ain't too old, yet.

Damnation Leon: Lazy, drunk AND lazy. Possibly starts to get slightly kinkier too, with a knife coming into play at some points. The worst I GENUINELY see Leon doing if we're trying to go half-way realistic is pressing the knife to your throat. If you wanna go the dark daddy route, might do some cuts. Licks them up like a kitten and purrs like one. "Oh, you taste so sweet, baby." Tries anal sex too, honestly, he enjoys BOTH holes! If you have 'em, that is. Three if you're AFAB. Counting the mouth, loves getting his dick sucked. This is also when we start seeing the soft whiskey dick show up. Poor guy is popping Viagra and it only works 30% of the time. Gets bummed out and frustrated, but he's still got one job! Pleasure his damn lover! Also, he won't admit, but kind of likes getting fucked from behind, strap or cock alike. HAS TO BE DRUNK, THOUGH! NOT drunk = NO, he will deny deny DENY! Hella cocky when he gets fully drunk, but seriously becomes a buttslut if you hit his prostate. The iconic DBD moans and sounds come in because of this. Lazy drunk era, and slowly realizing he's a slut. Don't say it to his face, he's got to keep some pride.

RE6 Leon: Man, kind of got out the lazy drunk era but still ain't FULLY out. Takes a more sensual approach due to the fact he's getting a few grey hairs and wrinkles. Dick is still soft like always, soft dick Leon is so <3 for me. Likes you riding him on the couch, letting you take control and gently holding your hips. Please make out with him during it, he weirdly finds it hot. Exchanging spit occasionally, too. Likes when either you or him have to wait for the spit to finally drop into the other's mouth. If he could honestly get a boner, he would. Into marking your neck and thighs, it's his your mine era. Let the poor man have it, he can't have anything. ALSO CAN I MENTION THE POSSIBILITY OF SOMNO WITH HIM? Either YOU waking up with him devouring you up, or thrusting into you like it ain't anyone's business? Or waking up to grind and ride him? Purposely tries to stay asleep, and has mastered it to a degree. Still lazy, and still a slut. A seasoned slut for you, (and low-key husband material let's not fuckin' lie.)

Vendetta Leon: Oh boy, it's the soggy cat guy. Imma be honest, even though personally I headcanon Leon regardless of era to be pretty comforting and such. But I can't get it out of my head that Vendetta Leon uses sex to relieve stress. Rarely having ACTUAL loving, emotional sex. If it is that, it's with him with teary eyes. Slow loving sex, and then he's like "Uh... Ok?" The next day. Like bro, are we going to talk about you CRYING yesterday? You certainly cried deep inside of me! Asides from that, motorcycle sex. Stroking your thigh at stop lights, and pulling off into a alleyway or parking lot. Getting brutally fucked into that motorcycle? Mmm, and a gun to your throat or mouth? Sucking his dick with a gun to your head? He's into that now, sadly. Gets shaky if you don't like that, don't worry! He just hates that he THINKS of something that dark! I leave this up to personal headcanons for everyone but the daddy kink is a hit or miss for me for basically all Leon's except Vendetta and Death Island. Both get called Daddy for different reasons, let's get that straight. Likes making you be submissive and grind against his boot. Get it nice and squeaky clean, like a good little bitch. Degradation kink kinda turned up, but he's atuned to your emotions and facial expressions, don't worry. Pussy and ass munch this era hella hard too, makes your skin irritated cause this fucker ain't exactly shaving. PLUS HE BITES!? He isn't fucking around with shit like this, he knows what he wants.

DI Leon: Honey... We're in the DILF era. Man tits out, and the small patch of chest hair out. Motorboat them, gently bite and suck his nipples. It might not exactly turn him off, just the idea makes him warm inside. Not against the idea of vibrator torture against himself, let his cock leak! Cumshake when? In you? Pfft, you'll only make his cock leak more at breeding you! Pop a daughter or son, he wants one! (Preferably a daughter cause girl dad Leon agenda.) Will take the strap, and has no shame. No shame in wearing lingerie, either. Legs spread, lace covering his body, and thong threatening to snap. Adores being able to grind or hump your behind. Against the counter, in bed when your sleeping, work, EVERYWHERE! He doesn't really care, only when he's in the White House. Spit exchange, claiming your neck, and FEASTING LIKE A FUCKING KING ON YOU! Also those biceps wrapped around your throat? You got it, honey! Squeezing you of air, making your eyes roll back as he goes doggy. At the end of the day, he still likes to go back to some of his roots and be soft. Praising you and kissing moles/freckles/scars/etc. Gun kink is kind of gone, have to piss him off to make him do it. Which is HARD, he is patient and honestly outlasts you. Knife? Say the word, he's good with a knife. Tracing your body and whispering how lovely you are. His good little girl/boy/lover. Then... The possibility of a food kink? Putting honey on your chest and licking it off? Whipped cream and cherries on his chest? Your chest? Devoured. He's got a sweet tooth, and he loves to eat a little bit more because of it. Let him enjoy his feast! Even though he has three feasts daily! Last thing before I stop gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. Grinding on his thighs, chest, and face. Ride his nose, feel the burn, he'll cum on spot. The carefree era, and the other half of domestic era at points.

➻❥ AN: Thank you so much for reading! Sometimes you just gotta let the horny out, plus I get to feed everyone a little. You're more then welcome to send asks fluff/smutty if you'd like! This was just meant to feed y'all slightly and I might do little blurbs or something based off whatever my mind throws at my face. Now I can happily pass out knowing I shared my knowledge. 😌❤️

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ghostlywhiskey · 7 months

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Simon Riley (Priest AU) - Forgive me, Father.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,203

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ☆ Sacrilege, priest, mentions of prayer and common language used in confessionals - overall religious content that may upset some. Abuse of power. Mentions of being used and somnophilia. Cussing. Masturbation (Simon & reader).

Summary: After having improper thoughts weighing guilt on your mind, you decide to resort to confession. Simon has methods of how you can be forgiven.

Notes: Um, well, yeah. I’m not sure what to say. Writing this whole thing was a 'damn, Catholicism ingrained in me fr' moment from how I literally closed my eyes to remember how I would walk into church & what would be said in confession. Ha. Anyway. Minimal proofreading, I felt too dirty to re-read.

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You weren't a frequent churchgoer. After years of Catholic school, it all became tiring and felt almost forced at this rate, but you went for the holidays like Easter & Christmas - at your grandparents request to be fair.

But, old habits die hard and one day you find yourself pulling into the parking lot of the church. Maybe it was the Catholic guilt ingrained in you that drew you to go today.

The large wood doors creaked as you opened them and walked into the church. Every Catholic church looked the same to you - the stained glass, the architecture, the same old wooden pews either their original wood or coated in layers of white paint refreshed over the years. And every church you had ever been to was always so cold - why?

Every single move was like muscle memory. Your fingers dipped into the font that contained the holy water, quietly whispering as you did the sign of the cross and genuflected.

Your eyes scanned the church, noting the layout as you located the confessional. Once you entered and sat down, you rang the tiny bell to indicate your presence. Heavy footsteps outside getting closer as you heard the priest enter the other side of the confessional, the divider sliding open so you can only make out the figure through the tiny holes.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen." The words are spoken in unison. His voice is clearer to you now as he only speaks now, "May God who has enlightened every heart, help you to know your sins and trust in His mercy." In response, you quietly whisper 'amen' in return.

Clearing your throat and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you prepare to speak. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was 5 years ago. These are my sins.." The list of sins are far more minimal in nature such as disrespecting your parents, gossiping, lying and so forth.

Then, you finally get to what has been weighing on your mind like a ton of bricks. "And impure thoughts.." Your words trailing off, the sound of the priest shifting on the other side noticeable from the close proximity despite the divider separating you both. "In order to truly know the severity, what do these impure thoughts include, my child?" He asks, your body tensing as the question catches you off guard. "Ah, regarding premarital sex acts, Father." You respond, fingers fidgeting with the rings on your hands. "Explain." This is all he says before the silence lingers in the small space before you speak again. "This is only to help your absolution." His voice urges you to continue, the words trying to ease you to come clean. “Well," Swallowing the lump in your throat, your cheeks burning from embarrassment despite your identity being unknown to him. "The thoughts consist of being used at will by a man. To be degraded and fucked until I'm begging for him to stop, but my whines only encourage him to continue. I don't want him to stop.” Your voice is strained, as if you're scared to admit it out loud. And truthfully, this was the first time you had admitted the thoughts out loud. Your thighs squeeze together as your brain digs deeper into the thoughts you’ve been suppressing for a few months now.

The sound of the priest clearing his throat pulls your attention back. “Surely that isn’t all, my child.” He says, and you shake your head in response even if he can’t see. “N-No. That isn’t all.” Rings spinning around your fingers as you continue to fidget from nerves. “Please remember, I need to know everything to offer you absolution.” Nodding, you swish spit in your mouth to coat the dryness to some extent and swallow.

“I-I think about being woken up in the night, the man already buried deep in me. My body doesn’t resist the feeling and clenching around him as my consciousness regains from sleep.” The heat between your thighs grows as you now shift in the seat, one leg moves to cross over the other in an effort to control the sensation.

The sound of a zipper coming undone is undeniable as your ears pick up on it, your lips parting slightly from shock as you process what’s happening on the other side of the confessional. “Father?” Your voice barely whispers, wondering if you acknowledge it, then he would stop. “Are these thoughts about anyone specific?” He mutters, his hand palming himself through his boxers. “No, just general desires, Father.”

He inhales a breath and exhales before he speaks. “Have you acted on these thoughts?” No, but you fucking wish. “No, Father.” And maybe it was your own thoughts warping, but you could have sworn you heard him mumble the words, ‘Forgive me, Father’.

On the other side of the confessional, unbeknown to you, the priest had now pulled his cock free from the constraints of his briefs. Biting back a groan, his hand comes up to his mouth as he quietly spits into his palm before he wraps it around himself. “For your penance, you must do exactly as I say, understood?” He speaks, his voice sounds low, demanding in a way.

“Understood, Father.” You reply, your chest rising and falling slowly as you anticipate what he is going to say next. “We must rid you of these thoughts. You need to release them.” He murmurs, his hand slowly pumping up and then down. “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Oh my God. Like actually, oh my God. Your brain rings in your head, doing as you're told and spreading your legs. Hearing the movement, he continues to speak. “My child, what are you wearing?” The question is simple, your hand already sliding down to the exposed panties your dress reveals once your legs are spread. “Knee length sundress.” You respond, your head leaning back against the wood of the confessional as your fingers rub the fabric covering your already wet cunt. “Hmm, and I suppose that length is useless as your legs are spread. Exposing yourself like a good girl, but such a slut.” The word slut drips from his mouth like venom, the tone of his voice sending excitement through your body. “Slide the panties off.” He orders, and you obey as you reach for the waistband and slide them down to your ankles, shaking them off to the floor of the confessional. “They’re off, Father.” You whisper, glancing at the divider. Never in your life did you want to be seen more than in this moment. “Father Simon.” He corrects. “Call me Father Simon.”

“Father Simon.” You repeat the name he asked you to call him. A quiet groan travels to your side of the confessional and you can’t help but move your fingers to rub between your folds. The fact he was groaning to you just saying his title was causing your stomach to tie into knots. “What do I need to do, Father Simon?” You beg, wanting him to continue directing you. “Such an eager girl to be forgiven. You wouldn’t need forgiveness if you weren’t such a slut.” He hissed. “But you come into this confessional and speak of how you wish to be used. To be degraded. Do you think you can be forgiven?”

“I-I want to be forgiven.” Your fingers build up your excitement, teasing your folds as your fingers move to give your clit some attention as you rub it gently. “I’m sorry, Father Simon. I’m sorry.” You choke out, almost forgetting to breathe amidst the pleasure. “Just because you’re sorry does not guarantee forgiveness.” Simon’s own hand continues to pump his cock, his thumb brushes over the head as some pre-cum oozes out. “You sound stupid saying sorry. Saying sorry while I can hear your hand moving as you touch yourself. Take those fingers and fuck yourself with three of them.” The order coming out of his mouth leaves you breathing shakily.

“F-Father, three?” You ask in order to clarify his demand. “R-Right away?” You needed time to adjust, even with your own slender fingers it took time before you could even have two. “You heard me.” He responds, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Don’t disappoint me, sweetheart.” Simon’s hand starts to pump his cock faster, his free hand moves to massage his balls.

While you’re already wet, just to be sure you take your index, middle and ring finger to your lips. Your mouth wrapping around the fingers, sucking and swirling your tongue to coat them in saliva. Pulling them away, you carefully position them, teasing your entrance before you push into yourself. Your free hand covers your mouth as you feel them stretching you slightly. A moan muffled by your hand is the additional sound mixed with your fingers starting to pump in and out of you, the wet stickiness filling the confessional. “Oh, sweetheart. You must look so beautiful spread out fucking yourself with your fingers.” Simon coos through the divider, his breaths shallow. “I wish I could bury my cock into that wet, tight cunt. Let me hear you pray to God for that.”

Closing your eyes as he speaks, you imagine the priest grabbing your hips and forcing himself into you, despite having no idea of his appearance. Your head against the wood of the confessional again as you try to hold your moans in even with your hand over your mouth, scared if anyone else were to enter the church they would hear you both behind these curtains. “I don’t hear you.” Simon growls, glancing at the divider to barely see the movements of your hand as your body moves in response. “G-God, please. I want Father Simon’s cock.” He hears you whimper quietly, a grin forming on his face. “Oh..such a good, good girl.” Simon’s voice acknowledging your compliance. Your fingers curl inside as he praises you, allowing yourself the small reward. “Father Simon, I-I’m so wet.”

“Mmph..those pretty little fingers must be slick with your juices.” Simon’s own head leaning against the wood of the confessional now, eyes closed as he pumps his cock faster and pushes down hard. The image of his cock disappearing in between your folds making his thoughts spin. “Keep pumping those fingers. We need to make you cum. Release the thoughts that are rotting your brain.” Simon’s teeth grit together, a soft hissing sound coming out as his pump down puts pressure on him.

Not trusting yourself, your hand is back on your mouth. The sound of your wet cunt getting pumped with your fingers fills both your ears and Simon’s, the squishing sounds push him closer to his own release. And for you, the thought of his cock instead of your fingers pulling you closer to the edge before you jump off and release. Whimpering into your palm, you clench around your fingers and pump a few more times before releasing around them. Your thighs immediately squeezing shut as you try to control your shaking. “S-Simon.” You cry softly, lips parted as you pant softly. “F-Fuck.” He groans, the hand not pumping his now cum covered cock fists and hits the confessional wall. The release that had been building up in him for months now.

“In addition, you leave your panties behind. Along with that, I expect you to recite twenty Hail Mary’s and twenty Our Father’s after your release. Make an act of contrition.” His voice strained from his recent climax. Dazed from your own climax as well, the words come out of your mouth without hesitation, “My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good…” Pausing for a brief moment, you swallow a lump in your throat. “I have sinned against You, whom I should love above all things. I firmly intend, with Your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Our Savior, Jesus Christ, suffered and died for us. In His Name, my God, have mercy. Amen.” After the words leave your lips, you catch your breath again.

The sound of Simon readjusting and zipping himself up is the only sound you hear in response. “F-Father?” You say softly, awaiting for him to absolve you. “My child…” Simon’s voice sounds like it did when you first sat in the confessional. “God cannot give you pardon and peace as of today. Therefore, I cannot absolve you of your sins. Come back in five days after I’ve had some time to rest and ask God for a final answer.”

And with that, the sound of footsteps fill the church once more, followed by the door to the sacristy opening and closing indicating he would not be seen by you when you left. The response leaves you stunned for a few moments, before your legs get the strength to stand up and exit the confessional. The hand you didn’t use to finger yourself gently dips into the font as you leave, the sign of the cross spoken softly as you walk out.

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cryptotheism · 1 month

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Which alchemist would make the best chef? Would you trust any to make you food that was edible and tasted good? Who would be the worst based on what information we have about how they ran their tests?

You know, I don't know enough about the culinary history associated with the different eras of alchemy, so that's a thought question for me to answer.

We've got a few alchemical eras; Ancient, Byzantine, Arabic, Medieval European, Renaissance European, and Enlightenment.

Presumably, the quality of the cuisine would increase with access to ingredients, but that doesn't necessarily prempt skill. There's a reasonable chance that an ancient alchemist could compete with an early modern alchemist when it comes to cooking.

The easy answer is Mirriam of Alexandria, because some of her alchemical techniques were translated into cooking, but historically speaking we know very little about 2nd Century Alexandrian cuisine. Her cooking might have been nasty as fuck, it might have been awesome. We cant know.

I would say one of the Renaissance Catholics, but that raises the problem of the Catholicism. They're all about eating "humble" food, but that's also a personal choice. They might have eaten lavishly, or monastically. We can't know.

For most of history, alchemists were part of the highly educated or clerical class. They were most likely people who didn't make their own food. They probably all sucked at cooking, except for the weirdo wandering Syriac mystics like Zosimos who probably just ate lizards in the desert or whatever.

It's hard to say with certainty, so I'm gonna hail Mary and give it to Raymond Lull because I love catalonian cuisine.

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usereddie · 11 hours

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k but rewatching 2x01 and it's gotta be Buck's pov of ugh, this new guy who's all handsome and perfect or whatever

Be curious about Eddie's pov bc I feel like it would be 70% Panic like omg pls don't mess this up and also 30% Gay Panic like why doesn't the pretty guy like me :(

(fair warning, this may have spiraled past 2x01......a lot. bear with me.)

i don't think we've ever gotten eddie's pov the way we've gotten buck's (2x01 and 7x04 for example) HOWEVER i do think we more or less know who buck is from eddie's pov through his actions.

which, considering their characters, tracks so hard.

buck didn't realize he was queer until a man quite literally kissed him on the mouth. seeing eddie from buck's pov is safe because buck has no idea what his feelings are. we watched buck's complicated feelings of jealousy towards eddie unfold TWICE and neither time did he realize what the feelings actually were (physical attraction and y'know. being in love with the guy). buck's pov is one we're allowed to see through as the audience, because it's not actually gonna tell us much, seeing as buck hasn't realized anything.

eddie, though?

reservoir of catholic guilt eddie? the guy who had panic attacks about the idea of being married to his girlfriend? the same man who was diagnosed repressed by a cardiologist?

he knows. he knows and he's been pushing it down since he and buck met, and if we were to ever see buck through eddie's eyes it'd give away everything. the eddie we've seen through buck's pov is just. pure golden sunshine, laughter, love, and buck's best friend in the whole fucking world. buck's best friend that he's in love with, sure, but buck hasn't put those dots together yet, so we, as the audience, won't see that.

buck, to eddie, is home. is family and warmth and comfort. and, obviously, eddie is the same to buck, but eddie knows this. eddie is fully and completely aware of who buck is to him, he's just shoving it all the way down. eddie gave buck a place to land ("it's eddie's house, i'm not really a guest"), eddie trusts buck wish christopher more than he trusts his parents with christopher (ramon and helena saying to eddie 'don't drag him down with you' and him leaving for LA -> eddie saying to buck 'there's nobody in this world i trust with my son more than you' after the tsunami), eddie let buck in when he was at his absolute lowest.

and, you know.

the will.

we've talked about it a half dozen million times in this fandom but we're gonna talk about it again because it's brain melting. we've never seen buck through eddie's eyes but we've seen exactly who he is to eddie through his actions. eddie trusts buck. eddie needs buck to know he has a reason to stay, that eddie and chris are his reasons to stay. eddie told buck flat out that his life means something. that buck thinks he's not worth anything but he's wrong because he means everything to eddie. eddie loves him.

eddie loved him when he held his hand when buck got pinned under a firetruck and eddie loved him when he dropped chris off before the tsunami and he still loved him when the water went back to the sea and eddie loved him when buck sued the city because the worst part of the whole lawsuit was how much he fucking missed him and eddie loved him when he was trapped under a well and all he could think about was his son and how, if he goes too soon, christopher deserves to be with someone who will love him the way eddie does and eddie loved him when he thought buck was the last thing he was ever gonna see, bleeding out on the streets of los angeles and eddie loved him when he told buck in the only way he knew how to (because, evan) and eddie loved him through panic attacks and mental breakdowns and lightning strikes and new girlfriends and a broken ankle and a new boyfriend because there is no version of eddie diaz that isn't in love with evan buckley.

and eddie knows that.

which is why we don't see it.

#sorry this got so long but this makes me crazayyyy #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #bia gets mail #anon #buddie meta

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auspicioustidings · 7 months

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scoonsalicious · 23 days

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Unwanted: Chapter 11, Unsure - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Pocket not knowing how to navigate her emotions

Word Count: 1.9k

Previously On...: Jade just had to rub it in that she not only hears you and Bucky fighting about her, but that it brings her joy. So, you had to make sure you fucked your boyfriend extra loud.

A/N: My mom is coming up to visit after I get out of work today, so obviously, I cannot post while she is around (the contents of this story would stop her super-Catholic heart or, at the very least, have her send me out for an exorcism), so I'm scheduling this update.

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Over the next few weeks, things between you and Bucky were technically better, in the sense that you hadn’t argued again, and he didn’t mention Jade to you, or answer her calls or texts in your presence, but they were so much worse in that she was taking up more of his time than ever before, and you saw each other less and less. You tried to rationalize it by telling yourself that the amount of time the two of you had spent together at the beginning of your relationship had been abnormal– nearly constant– and that the current situation was more on par with what regular couples experienced, but the truth of the matter was that you felt yourself pulling away from him, building a wall around your heart to protect yourself from what you saw as the inevitable heartache Bucky was going to inflict upon you.

He’d been right– you had been going around in circles, and every time you thought you’d made some progress, another event would transpire that would just end up leaving you feeling worse. Yes, he always had the sweetest words to say to you to bring you down from your anger, but at what point did they go from being the actual truth to just being something said just to placate you? More and more, you found yourself questioning the difference between the two, and as a result, your walls were going back up with a vengeance.

If he noticed, though, he didn’t say anything. He was preoccupied with preparing Jade for her first mission. She’d be going off to Malaysia with Sam and Rhodey (you may have begged Tony to ensure she was never partnered with either you or Bucky, and bless that man and his affection for you, he’d been more than willing to comply), and Bucky was working overtime to make sure she was ready.

And perhaps a small part of you was hoping she’d go MIA in the jungle. Not that you’d ever admit it out loud to anyone but FRIDAY.

The day before she was scheduled to depart, you were lounging on your couch, working on your laptop. Your crisis prediction algorithm project was finally ready, and you were putting the finishing touches on the presentation you were scheduled to give to the board in less than two weeks time. You were just adding some graphics when Bucky came in the door.

“You haven’t started getting ready yet?” he asked, kissing the crown of your head by way of greeting. He looked exceptionally handsome in a pair of tight black jeans and black button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows.

You looked up at him in confusion. “Ready for what?” you asked, taking off your glasses and rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“Gino’s,” he said, as if that would clear it up. At your blank look, he prompted: “Vix’s first mission is tomorrow. We’re all going down to Gino’s for drinks. Come on, Pocket. I told you about this days ago.”

You scoffed at him. “You most certainly did not. I would have remembered because I would have laughed at you and said ‘hard pass.’”

Bucky rubbed his eyes. “Okay, maybe it slipped my mind, and I’m sorry for that, but you should have known. It’s tradition.”

“Tradition?” you asked him, surprised to find that the anger you had expected to feel, that you should have felt, just wasn’t coming. Instead, you were just sad. “There’s no tradition.”

“What are you talking about? We all went before my first mission.”

You closed your laptop and put it down on the coffee table before standing up to face him with a sigh. “Buck, that was something I did, just for you, because I wanted to. Because you were my best friend. I wanted you to have a night of fun before you went out, because I didn’t know what sort of shit you were going to see, or have to do, on that mission. I wanted to give you something good to hold on to.”

Bucky’s face softened at your words and he embraced you, holding you close. “God,” he said, rubbing his nose into your hair, “I had no idea. I’m the fucking luckiest man alive, you know that? To have a girl as special as you care so much about me. You’re more than I deserve, doll.”

A tiny voice in the back of your mind couldn’t help but think Maybe I am. You crushed the thought as soon as it came. You loved him, you truly did. He just… frustrated you a lot recently. Jade’s probationary period was going to be over soon, and you were hopeful that she wouldn’t get the votes to stay in. You knew that, despite the initial warm reception she’d received, she’d ended up rubbing almost everyone the wrong way with her attitude. You’d even heard Sam and Clint complaining about Jade refusing to participate when it was her turn for training room clean-up because ‘shouldn’t Stark have people for that?’.

It seemed like everyone was finally seeing what kind of person she really was. Well, everyone except for Bucky, anyway.

“So,” he said after a moment, “you gonna come?”

You thought about it for a second. A part of you was completely against the idea, not wanting the gesture you’d made for Bucky all those months ago to be tainted knowing he was making it now for her, but the prevailing part of you wasn’t about to offer Jade the opportunity of a night of drinking with Bucky, outside of your presence, on a silver platter. It concerned you that you were more motivated by thwarting any designs Jade might have than you were with spending time with your boyfriend, though. You tried to push your petty thoughts aside.

“Yeah,” you said, looking up into his eyes and allowing yourself to fall into them. God, they were beautiful. He was beautiful, inside and out. You needed to keep reminding yourself of that, of all the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place, and there were so, so many. “How much time do I have?” you asked.

Bucky pulled out his phone and glanced at the time. “About fifteen minutes,” he said.

“Fifteen minutes!” you shrieked, pulling away from him and heading over to your vanity. “Jesus, Buck! Give a girl some warning! It’s gonna take me twice that long just to do my hair and makeup!” You began pulling out all the accouterments you were going to need to prepare yourself.

Bucky came to stand behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist as he looked at you in the mirror. “You don’t need any of that stuff, doll,” he said, kissing your cheek. “You’re already going to be the sexiest girl there, but I’m not gonna complain about sitting around if you want to get even sexier.”

You smiled at Bucky through the mirror, and it felt like the first genuine smile you’d given him in ages. “That’s sweet of you, baby,” you said as you started putting on your moisturizer, “but I don’t want to make you late on my account.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing you for any trace of annoyance or anger in your words. Not finding any, he asked: “Are you sure, sweets? I don’t mind waiting for you.”

You nodded, moving on to fill in your eyebrows. “It’s fine, Buck. Go. I’ll meet up with you as soon as I’m ready.”

He lingered for several long moments, watching as you continued your makeup routine. You noticed him staring and paused contouring to turn to him. “What?” you asked with a small smile, expecting him to make some kind of comment about modern girls and all their makeup.

“Nothing,” he said, though there was a hint of sadness in his gaze. “You just seem… different, that’s all.”

You laughed. “You’ve seen me contour my face plenty of times, Buck. I swear, it’ll look great once I blend it out.”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head, “that’s not what I meant. You just seem… nevermind, it’s nothing.”

Shit. He could feel the distance you’d been building between the two of you. You didn’t want it to be there; you truly didn’t. You simply didn’t know how else to protect yourself. Closing yourself off had been your tried and true defense mechanism since you were eleven years old.

Making a vow to yourself to get back to where you once were, back to him, you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Hey,” you said, kissing him softly, “I love you. So much.” You needed to reassure him, to reassure both of you, of the truth of it.

“Love you, too, sweets,” he said warmly, not letting go of you. You let him hold you, relishing in the feel of him in a way you hadn’t let yourself experience in a bit. Unfortunately, the moment was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone, indicating he had a text. You pulled away and turned back to the mirror.

“What’s Jade need now?” you asked, feeling the wall building itself back up. There was no anger in your voice, just a kind of resigned acceptance. You glanced up from blending your contour as Bucky checked the screen, a look of annoyance crossing his face as he read her text.

“She wants to know if I can drive her to Gino’s on my bike,” he said. The way he looked back at you in the mirror almost made you feel ill, as though he were preparing for you to blow up at him. You felt the walls go higher around your heart.

“Well, you better head out then,” you said, focusing on your makeup. “Don’t want her being late for her own party.”

Bucky opened his mouth and then closed it again, as though not sure how to respond to you. Eventually, he said “It’s fine. Tony’s providing cars; she can hitch a ride with everyone else.”

“And deprive her the opportunity to wrap her arms around you?” you laughed. “Come on, Buck, you’re supposed to be giving her a night of good memories here. Don’t disappoint the girl.”

His brow furrowed at your words. In a single step, he was beside you, taking the contouring brush from your hand and turning your shoulders so you were facing him. “Pocket,” he said, licking his lips, “are we… are we okay?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Of course,” you said, taking the brush back from him and moving on to your bronzer and blush. “Why wouldn’t we be okay?”

“You’re just… you seem to be awfully relaxed about the idea of her being on the back of my bike.”

You arched a brow and looked over at him. “Should I not be?” you asked. “Is there a reason for me to be bothered by it?”

Bucky spluttered. “No! Of course not! It’s just…”

“Then I don’t understand what the problem is, Bucky,” you said, getting back to work on your face. His phone buzzed again. “You better go. Sounds like your ‘work wife’ is getting impatient.”

“My work wife? Doll, I don’t… I can’t…” he stammered, at a loss for words.

“Buck,” you said, patting his arm before applying your lip gloss, “it’s fine. Go give Jade a ride. I don’t care, honestly.”

“You… don’t care?” he asked slowly.

“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’ with your lips. “I really don’t.”

Bucky muttered his goodbyes, promising to see you at the party. As soon as he closed the door behind him, you closed your eyes, gripping the backrest of your vanity chair until your knuckles were white, your fingernails digging crescents into the palms of your hands.

You might have been able to lie to Bucky, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. You did care. You still cared very, very much.

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copperbadge · 3 months

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I use Google Tasks to run pretty much my whole life, but because it's easily accessible and I know it's the thing I will look at multiple times a day, I also sometimes use it to take notes. If I'm in conversation with someone at a party and they recommend a book, for example, I'll drop the title into Google Tasks and the next day I'll check my to-do list, see the book title, and add it to my library queue.

Last night I took an edible and had a relaxing evening, and this morning I woke up to find a line item in Google Tasks reading:

"What if Askazer-Shivadlakia had a royal poisoner?"

Which I will say did make me laugh.

Obviously neither Michaelis nor Gregory kept an assassin on retainer (we can't be sure of Jason). And one does have to be careful when introducing plotlines to do with subterfuge when you are discussing a predominantly Jewish country with a Jewish royal family. So I'm not even saying that the royal poisoner was ever a poisoner. Besides, that's much more a Catholic thing (see: Borgias, Medicis).

But I do think it would be funny to do a story eventually about someone whose job is basically to quietly and without fuss solve difficult, time-consuming problems for the Palace -- some issue that is bothering Gregory but Alanna doesn't have time for and Jerry isn't equipped to fix, so they call in a specific staff member who exists to do the legal and necessary but unpleasant work to solve it.

Realistically their job title would be something like Director of Technical Operations for the Office of the King but whoever holds the job absolutely refers to themself dramatically as the Royal Poisoner.

"I take care of whatever is bothering the king, quietly and discreetly, and I leave no trace behind."

Eddie's like "Gregory, I love and trust you so this is not a dealbreaker for the marriage, but who have you had murdered," and Gregory's like "One, thrilled to know murder isn't a dealbreaker for you. Two, I have never had anyone murdered, the last thing they did for me was sorting out a voting scandal in one of the northern districts to prevent someone stealing an election."

#shivadhverse

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nwndrlndn · 9 months

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Christian Woman

pairing : sam monroe x goth!fem!reader | wc : 2.7k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : just your usual sacrilegious friday night

warnings : ( christian/catholic ) religious imagery, weed, dub-con, impact play ( a slap, being shoved against a wall ), innocence kink, corruption kink, intercrural sex, hair pulling, clothed sex

a/n : partially inspired by the movie love exposure, partially inspired by christian woman by type o neg. im not pushing religion on anyone, believe what you want to. i just reeeeaaaaalllllyyyyyy liked this idea

Sam’s perched on your window seat and even though you told him to take off his boots, he kept them on and they were digging into one of your pillows. He takes a hit from his blunt and blows the smoke up into the air before he shifts slightly, sinking against one of your many black pillows. From where he’s sitting, he can see you perfectly. You look like a vampire bride from all of those cheesy 50s monster flicks, laying flat on your bed, a dark canopy obscuring your face from most angles. But he could see your eyes shut and your headphones slid over your ears and the way your hair was carefully tucked under your head so you look neat.

His eyes flit to your hands fiddled with one of the crucifixes you wore on your wrist, one of the many that decorated your neck, your wrists, and were even embroidered across the hemline of many of your jackets. Sam sucks in a breath before he calls out to you, "Lookin' good today."

Without even open your eyes, you mutter a quick “Shut up.”

Sam groans and takes another hit, his eyes looking at the various fading hardcover books and journals. "What's your problem? I'm trying to be nice here."

“You’re being slimy.” You slide off your headphones and he watches as you set aside your walkman.

You stand from your bed and walk to him, leaning over as you take the joint from his hand and taking a hit yourself. Sam sighs and reclines. "You look like a beautiful, fallen angel with those eyes and that outfit." He looks you up and down then smirks. "I bet if I touch you, you would melt in my hands." You roll your eyes and take a drag, blowing it out at him. "You're playing hard to get, I like it." Sam smiles and leans over to kiss your neck.

“Not now,” You murmur, pushing him away as you take another hit. “Not when I put in over an hour of work into todays outfit and hair and makeup.”

"Oh, come on, you act like it's so difficult." Sam chuckles and takes back the blunt for another hit. "Besides, I bet this outfit was made to be taken off at some stage, and I'd love to do the honors."

“Of course you would, you creep.” You hiss and he watches your necklace as you move, reveling in the way the cross swings like a pendulum against your chest, catching against the curve of your tits as it.

Sam grins and pulls you closer by your leg. "Oh, don't pretend like you're not getting turned on." He smirked and chuckled. "It's okay to play hard to get... You won't last long, trust me."

You scoff and move away from him, before you sit at your vanity. Carefully, you set down the rosaries and crosses you wear down. Your vanity is littered with red and black candles, small statues of the Virgin Mary, and small vials of plants and flowers. “You almost had me once. I guess you should be saying that I’m hard to keep.”

Sam lets silence fill the room for a few moments, before he finally gets up from your window seat and slowly starts to walk to you. "You know, I've always wondered why you wear those around your neck like you're some devout Christian. You never go to church and you don't really behave like one either." Sam smirked. "I reckon there's a bit of a sinner hiding behind those crosses." He chuckled.

“Why are you all in my business?” You mutter defensively and he leans back.

"You know, I'm always looking after you when you're too wasted to look after yourself and making sure that you don't get into any trouble." He chuckles. "Besides, you never seem to mind that I'm in your business or close in your personal space."

“I do mind when you get between me and Maria.” You say a bit louder, looking at your various small statues.

"Yeah right, and you're not supposed to put any one before the Lord, right? I saw you kissing Corey in the parking lot last week." Sam smirks and took another hit. "Looks like you're not a religious little girl after all."

“Doesn’t matter who I kiss, I’ll be forgiven. And thats not putting anyone before the Lord. And kissing isn't a sin.” With each sentence you give, he lets out a small snicker, only making you more defensive.

"Oh, that's rich. You can do whatever you want so long as you say sorry later - classic Catholic schoolgirl logic." Sam chuckles and took another hit. "And what about the pot you're smoking right now? Isn't that a sin or something?"

“In some cases. Go to church or something, stop depending on me.”

"Of course I go to church. I have to look like a good Christian boy to my father." Sam smirks. "And if you're so religious, you'd know that smoking pot is a mortal sin." Sam rolled his eyes. "But I guess you can confess all your sins later, right?"

“That’s just what the Pope says now… By the time I die, the Pope will be on my side and high as a kite.” The more you talk, the more Sam leans in.

"And what about your precious Mary? She'd be upset at the thought of you doing pot with me," Sam grinned. He leaned closer and exhaled a puff of smoke in your direction.

“She'd be more pissed if you kept touching me and groping at me.”

Sam smirked and put a hand on your leg. "I've already touched you. And it's quite apparent that you're not pushing me away." Instead of dignifying him with a response, you stay silent, taking out a brush and fixing your hair.

"You can try to play all cool and tough, but all it takes is one word from me to make you beg." Sam chuckles and leans close to you once again. "You really don't want to know what would happen if I whispered into your ear right now," he smirked, and when you stay silent, he feels frustrated. So he crouches down next to you, watching your hands and face as you brush your hair.

"I can make you feel so good," Sam chuckled and leaned over your shoulder to kiss your neck. "But I have to be careful not to leave any marks so your stepdad doesn't see, and I could always go for something else." Sam smirked and put a hand on your thigh before pulling away. "I'm just trying to look out for you, you know." He chuckled, taking another drag of the joint.

“You’re tryna look out for your own dick.” You say with a scoff. “Go down the street and hook up with perky Alyssa.” Sam looks frustrated for a moment before he chuckles.

"I don't need Alyssa, thanks very much for the recommendation. And I'm not some animal with no standards, you know." He took another hit of the joint. "It's just, you could use a bit of relief." He chuckled and looked into your eyes. "Or you've already started getting it elsewhere, if rumors that are circulating around school are to be believed." He grinned cheekily.

This hits you harder than his words before and you freeze. Slowly, you set down your brush and turn to look at him apologize. “Apologize now.”

"Wow, touchy subject there, huh," Sam chuckled and smirked. "Did you or did you not already hook up with Corey? Because I'm hearing a whole lot of rumors." Sam stared you down. "Either tell me the truth or I won't apologize."

You hear it before you realize what you've done, the sound of skin hitting skin. Then you feel the heat in your hand and realize you're not looking into Sam’s eyes anymore, just staring at his cheek as his face is now facing the wall. Sam's eye widened. He looked stunned for a moment like you had never seen. Then his expression soured and turned to anger. "Is that how it's going to be huh?"

He smirked and grabbed your arm, tugging you up from your seat and pushing you up against the wall and placing the back of his hand between your shoulderblades and leaning into your ear. "Maybe you haven't slept with him, but you've definitely been getting it on with those little white knights who think they're so perfect. What's with your attraction to good little boys anyway? I've seen it in your eyes since the first time we met."

“Just cause we kissed before doesnt mean youre my type and I can like whoever I like.” You hiss, struggling against him.

"So you admit it then?" Sam smirked and turned you around, holding your arms against the wall, his face just inches from yours. As he held you up against the wall, moved his hands to your waist. Then one hands moves up to your chest, Sam pressed his hand to your chest, his fingers brushing against your cleavage.

"I know you were getting excited the other day we were at the mall together, so why don't we skip the part where you play hard to get?"

You sigh, resting your head against the wall and you can see the Mary statues and rosaries on your vanity. “Not here... Maria is here... We can’t.”

"Who says we can't? Mary is all forgiving, right?" Sam smirked and took your hand, running his fingers over you. "C'mon, let's show her how much you want this." He chuckled. "We could even invite her to join." He grinned and leaned his face closer to you. "You do want me though, don't you?" He whispered, his hot breath caressing your cheek. As you start to push him back by his shoulders, breath shaky, he leans in and kisses your cheek.

"Ahh, see? You want me and you know it." Sam smirks and leans over your shoulder, placing his hands around your waist. He pulls you into him and whispers seductively in your ear. "Why don't you let me show you how good I am?" Sam smirks, his breath tickling your ear. "And, just remember, Mary is all forgiving. Just give into your desires."

Your hands grab at the sides of your skirt and you can barely look at him. “Please.”

"I'll take that as a yes." Sam chuckled, and his hand traveled across your chest and past your neck, his lips gently kissing your ear, your neck and then your collarbone. He pushed the fabric of your top further and further down your chest. "Let me show you how good I can make you feel." He kissed up and down your neck and your chest, his fingers grazing across your tits. His touch was gentle but strong.

“I was trying to be better.” You murmur, your hands sliding from his shoulders to his biceps.

"Who says having a little fun is a bad thing? You're not a child anymore, so why not have a little pleasure before you grow old?" Sam whispered into your ear as his lips met your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "And you can't blame me for being attracted to such a beautiful woman who never wears a bra." He smirked and whispered. "Maybe you want this. Maybe you like being touched."

“I'm wearing a corset.” You murmur, hands sliding down to his waist. “It’s a trade off.”

"And it's a damn good trade off." Sam chuckled, and his hand traced the contours of your body as he ran a finger down the tight garment covering your chest. "I can imagine exactly how you look under that corset." He whispered, whispering into your ear.

Your fingers hook his studded belt and he takes it as an invitation to kiss you and your lips meet. You can taste the smoke on his lips and as your tongues meet, you can feel how dry his mouth is. As you continue to kiss, his hips slide down to your hips, pushing you back against the wall.

“Stay. Still.” He whispers, before he kneels down in front of your dress’s high low skirt and pushes it up impatiently and you hold up the fabric for him. Sam smiles, edging your thighs apart and lets you steady yourself. “You’ve done this before, right?”

“No.” The word is quiet and you feel heat rise to your face. For a few beats, the room is silent and you just feel Sam’s fingers on your thighs as he thinks for a moment before you feel his breath inching closer to your black panties and his hair rubbing against your upper thighs. You want to move away but he grabs at your thighs to hold you still.

“Silk. I’d almost think you’re a good girl.” He murmurs before he leans in and starts to lick at your panties. You look down at where he’s settled between your legs and feel nothing but confusion.

“I am a good girl!” You whine back, jumping slightly when you finally feel his tongue graze your core and his hands hold you steady.

“Feels good right?” He murmurs continuing to lick at your slit over your panties and you let out a moan. Sam’s tongue slips his way to your clit, licking at it with his eyes shut. He drags his hands up to your hips, holding you to his mouth, making you instinctively buck against him. The longer he licks, the more you buck against him and slowly you feel a pressure in your stomach. As it gets to be too much, you let out a whine but he holds you still, licking you faster until he can feel your muscles tense and you moan out.

You grab at his hair as you come down from your orgasm and Sam gets up, wiping his lips dry. Once they’re dry, he pulls you in for another kiss and you kiss back lazily. You can hear him undoing his belt and muttering under his breath. “You're… not gonna?”

“Pop your cherry? I’ll let you wait, give you a taste of whats to come.” He murmurs before he leads you back to your vanity, making you kneel over the seat and rest your head against the black table. As you stay still, you can hear the shifting of fabrics and your eyes rest on a small Virgin Mary statue as she holds a baby Jesus. You feel him slide your dressskirt up your back as he settles behind you, holding your thighs together.

“Stay as still as possible. If you move too much, then your precious Mary is gonna have front row seats to you getting deflowered.” He murmurs as he slides his member between your thighs with a sigh. Once his hips hit your thighs, he lets out a groan and rests his head against your back for a moment. Slowly, he straightens up and starts to thrust into your thighs, letting out low moans and whines as his hands rub your back.

Every few thrusts, his dick grazes your panties and makes you whine and move back against him. “You are a good girl.” He murmurs, between breathy moans. His hands are gentle on you as he continues to rut into your thighs, treating you like a fleshlight as he chases his own pleasure. His hands start to grab at your waist as he finally comes against you, stilling as he rests his chest on your back. he follows your eyes to the statue of the Blessed Virgin you turned around.

“I feel wrong.”

“Then go confess.” He murmurs, moving your hair away from your face before he straightens up and uses a tissue he finds to clean himself and slide his pants back on. As you start to stand up, you take your own tissue to clean up your now sticky thighs and you catch him gathering his belongings and as you watch him, you whisper.

“Are you leaving?” And he grunts in response, pushing past you and leaving your bedroom. You feel a pit of dread open in your stomach, and pick up one of your rosaries and shutting your eyes to pray.

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stardustpinkart · 2 months

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Lucifer transformed back into his normal form. "Sorry for scaring you. I see you've discovered singing." He mused, sitting next to him.

Adam nodded, grinning. "It's fun, I really like it. I think it sounds nice... Um- ... I'm sorry, which one are you?" Lucifer tilted his head and laughed lightly. "Lucifer. I usually stay as a snake when I enter the garden?" The man perked up. "Oh yeah! The white one! I'm Adam!"

Lucifer couldn't help but grin at the human's enthusiasm. He adored it to be honest. "Trust me, we all know who you are. How are you enjoying life so far?" "Oh, I really like it! I like learning new things about myself. So far I've learned that I like sweet things, like fruit, and soft things like those other horse things- with the.. branches.. on their heads?" "Deer?" "Yeah, deer, I like those."

The angel smiled along with Adam, just as excited as he was about his discoveries. "You wanna know what else is soft? Here, I think you'll like it." He extended one of his wings out for Adam to feel, accidentally brushing it against his side. The human jumped and covered his side, a surprised grin spreading across his face followed by a sweet sounding giggle.

Lucifer gasped and scooted closer. "You're ticklish! I didn't know we were giving that to humans! Oh this is great, you're going to have so much fun-" "What's.. What's ticklish?"

The angel grinned, excitedly. "Lift your arms a little bit, I'll show you." Adam did as he was told, lifting his arms up. Again, Lucifer extended his wings, gently brushing them against Adam's sides. The human snorted and slammed his arms down, laughing. Lucifer pulled his wings back to avoid having them stuck under Adam's arms, instead reaching out and gently digging into the sides of his tummy.

Adam shrieked and threw his head back, laughing. Not wanting to overwhelm him, Lucifer slowed to a stop, and pulled his hands back. After a moment of giggling and catching his breath, the human looked back up at the angel, sitting up and smiling.

"Can you do that again?" -------------------------------------------

Based on this cute lil fic I found on Tumblr :) Theres an abudance of Hazbin stuff at the mo, a lot of it really good!

Its nice to think how it might have been in the early days. I grew up catholic, schools and the like(though we didnet really go to church or anything) so I know a few bits. The basic stories, Adam and eve, etc. I believe Lucifer was gods most beloved angel, even had a diffrent name, untill he fell. And that supposedly it hurt him terribly when his beloved angel did.

So since Hazbin already has an alternate lore, what REALLY happened in the beggining. I'm sure Adam would be a lot more innocent to begin with, more pleasant, after all, being nearly made, exploring LIFE. The worst aspects maybe came later especially if heaven and its angels overlypraised him, "Adam could do NOTHING wrong", which led to his arrongance and rudeness and cruelty. Perhaps in the beggining, Lucifer and Adam were even friends? It was later events that changed all that.

There is NO sexual themes here, just that of COURSE, Adam and Eve were naked in the garden. They coevered themsleves in leaves in shame after eating the fruit of knowledge right?

I was stumped for colours cuz, they do seem to vary. Like, Sir pentious, his new form was a lot less scary and threatening in heaven. SO I figured, when he was still alive and just starting in the world, he would have a more mortal colour scheme yeah? As would Lucifer have a softer angelic colour scheme back then

I really enjoyed drawing this :)

#artwork #fanart #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin adam #before they were enemies #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel adam #adam #tickling #play tickling #soft tickles #play tickles #tickle #tickles #fluffy

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barleyo · 9 months

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Take Me to Church.

Priest! Miguel O'Hara X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Hello, my blessings! I hope you all can see what I was going for with this, I mean, Miguel is Catholic. I also hope this doesn't seem rushed! I'm not very well versed in religion, so I hope none of this comes off as blasphemous or disrespectful. Much love to all of you, and thank you for your continued support!

Wordcount: 3.3K

Tags: Dub-con, loss of virginity, manipulation, p in v, coercion, power dynamic, abuse of power, use of "Father" in a religious way, not an inc*stual way, HEAVY talk of religion (sin, penance, etc.), oral (f receiving), desk fucking, implied age gap

Miguel O’Hara was the leader of his local congregation. He was a devout man, trusting God’s will above anything else, and leading the church to trust just the same. He led them onto a holy path, clear of temptation and sin.

He himself, however, was not free from these temptations. No matter how much he had prayed to clear himself of these thoughts, they still remained. He beseeched God to forgive him for what he had thought, what he had felt.

Nothing seemed to stop his mind from falling into the gutter, especially not her presence.

Lord, forgive him for his sins.

Forgive him for giving into her allurement.

(Y/N) had knocked on Miguel’s office door. Normally, she would refrain and not impose on his valuable time, but for some time, something had bothered her deeply. Having nobody else to turn to, she came to his door, tail figuratively between her legs.

“Father O’Hara? May I come in?”

“Yes, my child, do come in,” he said, his voice kind, yet firm.

She walked in, awkwardly closing the door behind her and standing by the door.

“Please, sit.” He pointed to a chair across from his desk, and removed his small reading glasses that sat on the tip of his nose. He removed the small stack of papers that he had been going through off of his desk, turning his full attention to the woman. “What seems to be the issue?”

“Apologies, I don’t mean to take up any of your time, I can see that you’re busy–”

“Nonsense, child. I am never too busy to give assistance to one in need. So?”

“Right, right.” She took a deep breath, clenching her fists in her lap. She quickly started muttering something under her breath before looking up to meet his eyes.

He looked at her with his deep, dark eyes, filled with curiosity. Part of her felt that he could see right to her soul, that he knew exactly why she was there. Perhaps he had known the second it started.

“Come now,” he said, arms crossed over the desk while he looked at her, head slightly tilted, “you are safe here with me. Unburden yourself and your soul, dear girl.”

“Father, I– I believe that I need to look for forgiveness from God.”

“And why would that be?”

“My mind, Father,” (Y/N) said, chewing on the inside of her cheek, pricking blood from the thin skin.

“Ah, a matter of the mind, is it?” His brows furrowed together, creating a small dimpling near his forehead. Shifting in his chair, Miguel straightened his posture, as if he were preparing himself for what she had to say after the fact. “Care to explain further?”

“They’re bad thoughts, sexual in nature. And, I just feel that,” she paused to swallow a lump in her throat, briefly covering her mouth while she did so, “that they plague me.”

He felt his chest tighten. She felt what he had felt, though, he doubted for the same reason.

Miguel hummed, clearing his throat quickly. “Is that so? So, you have been having unwanted sexual thoughts?”

(Y/N) clung onto his words, feeling her face flush when hearing him say it out loud. “Yes, but that isn’t all. I— well, goodness, I’m so embarrassed.” She held her face in one of her hands, looking down at Miguel’s own hands that laid flat on the desk, avoiding his deep gaze.

She felt one of them reach out to lay over one of her hands, even before she could see it happen. Her head tilted up to see his face morph into a look of reassurance.

“Do not let shame stop you from seeking full forgiveness.” Letting his hand linger for a second longer than he knew was acceptable, he slowly inched it away and continued with a sigh. “Speak only the truth, and allow me to guide you into the comfort of God’s shining light. Go on, now.”

“I have given into these desires.” She hung her head, face contorted into an ashamed look, eyebrows knitted together and mouth in a tight, thin line. She sat and waited for him to respond to her confession, but heard nothing. “Father O’Hara…?”

Miguel felt his face grow warm. Unsure if the tightness he felt in his chest was jealousy or judgment, he simply kept quiet, thinking over the woman’s words.

Finally, he spoke, with a slight cracking in his voice, straining out of his throat. “With a man?” he asked, not sure if he wanted the answer.

“No–! No, Father, no, certainly not,” she rushed, trying to clear her name as quickly as possible. “Certainly not, no. It’s not that.”

“Then what have you done?” His heartbeat slowed once more, feeling a bit relieved.

“It was only once, maybe twice, that I’ve done it– touched myself with these thoughts in mind.” (Y/N) absentmindedly rubbed at her temples while she spoke.

He felt a pang of guilt strike his chest as his pants tightened slightly. He knew it was wrong, he shouldn’t have been excited over this, but how could he control himself?

“It’s perverse and explicit, I cannot go into detail, for my own sake, but just know that my actions have haunted me since, and I just don’t know what to do. Father, I need your help.”

She was weak in her flesh and desire, it would be easy to prey on her, to fulfill his own desires. She was malleable under his guidance, and he knew it. Miguel also knew that what he felt was wrong, but it did not stop him from hesitating to answer her plea, mulling over what to do with his influence. His heart and mind were fighting, passion and righteousness in an entanglement he wasn’t sure his body could host much longer.

“Your sins will be forgiven, as they always will be,” he said, “but you must reach out to God to fight against the base desires that you have given into. We all sin, do we not?”

“We do, yes,” (Y/N) answered, lips coated in shiny spit from her incessant chewing and biting as she tried to keep herself grounded.

Miguel felt his eyes dip to her lips, the clear sheen of saliva practically sparkling in the low light of his office.

“Right, well,” he shook himself out of it, “we all sin, and God makes no exceptions. As long as you seek out his light, his light will shine on you, and you will be forgiven, my dear. Believe in that, and believe in the love God has for you.”

Miguel O’Hara was the leader of his local congregation. He was a man of God. He served God, and only God. He should not think these things, he knew better.

Why couldn’t he keep his mind off of her? Why couldn't he be the holy, resilient man he knew he needed to be?

The second she left his office that day, he could not stop himself. His mind raced while he imagined what she was doing on her evenings alone. It drove him crazy. Had she gone back on what she promised? Was she sinning again, hands between her legs, panties to her knees, wanton moans escaping her spit-soaked, puffy lips?

He thought he was stronger than this, and yet there he was, praying to God for the strength to fight against his urges, urges he had for that sinful, tempting woman. A woman who returned the next week with the same problem.

“I must say, my dear, I am extremely disappointed in you,” he said, standing behind her chair, leaning down to her ear.

He was a hypocrite, and he knew it. He was a sinner, a filthy sinner, and he knew it.

“Father, I–”

“Quiet down.” He placed his finger over her lip, silencing her while he continued. “You have forgotten my words. You trail out of God’s light, do you refuse forgiveness? Do you enjoy this sin?”

“No, Father O’Hara. I’m sorry,” (Y/N) choked a sob back. She felt her tears stream down her face faster than she could wipe them off.

“Penance, I’m afraid, is not a fitting punishment, dear girl. God has not turned away from you, and he never will, but,” he whispered, placing his hand under her chin and forcing him to look at him from her chair, “you must pay for what you have done. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know,” she sniffed deeply. “What must I do?”

“Do not worry about that, I shall show you. Here,” he stood up straight and tapped on his desk, “sit here.”

(Y/N) followed his directions and sat facing him. “I don’t understand, what will this do?”

Miguel didn’t answer her, instead slotting himself between her legs, kneeling before her and looking up to her through hooded eyes. He pried her legs apart with his hands, pushed her skirt upwards, and leaned in, exhaling against her clothed cunt.

“Look at that,” he nudged the wet patch on the front of her panties. “Is this what your thoughts are about?” he asked, eyes still focused on her heat. “Hm?”

“N-no, no that would be wrong!” She tried to close to her legs, but her hands held them forcefully apart.

“Do not lie in the house of God, my child,” he said flatly.

“This– this is wrong–!” She interrupted her own sentence with a small moan as she felt him lick a stripe of the fabric of her panties.

“There is nothing wrong with me absolving you of your sin, that’s all I am doing. I shall let your sin travel from inside of you to the outside. Do you not want to be free of your evil thoughts?”

A look of confliction flashed on her face. “But we aren’t married, isn’t this sinful in itself?”

“God commands me to take no wife, we are both free from that. It is my duty to guide your soul onto a holy path, won’t you let me do that?” Miguel slipped her panties down to her ankles, waiting for her to answer him.

“Father… please, just please— help me,” (Y/N) said, eyes darting away from him, shame creeping all over her body.

Miguel O’Hara was the leader of his local congregation. He was a man of God. He served God, and only God. He should not think these things, he knew better.

Why couldn’t he keep his mind off of her? Why couldn't he be the holy, resilient man he knew he needed to be?

“I must say, my dear, I am extremely disappointed in you,” he said, standing behind her chair, leaning down to her ear.

He was a hypocrite, and he knew it. He was a sinner, a filthy sinner, and he knew it.

“Father, I–”

“No, Father O’Hara. I’m sorry,” (Y/N) choked a sob back. She felt her tears stream down her face faster than she could wipe them off.

“Penance, I’m afraid, is not a fitting punishment, dear girl. God has not turned away from you, and he never will, but,” he whispered, placing his hand under her chin and forcing her to look at him from her chair, “you must pay for what you have done. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know,” she sniffed deeply. “What must I do?”

“Do not worry about that, I shall show you. Here,” he stood up straight and tapped on his desk, “sit here.”

(Y/N) followed his directions and sat facing him. “I don’t understand, what will this do?”

“Look at that,” he nudged the wet patch on the front of her panties. “Is this what your thoughts are about?” he asked, eyes still focused on her heat. “Hm?”

“N-no, no that would be wrong!” She tried to close to her legs, but his hands held them forcefully apart.

“Do not lie in the house of God, my child,” he said flatly.

“This– this is wrong–!” She interrupted her own sentence with a small moan as she felt him lick a stripe of the fabric of her panties.

A look of confliction flashed on her face. “But we aren’t married, isn’t this sinful in itself?”

“Father… please, just please— help me,” (Y/N) said, eyes darting away from him, shame creeping all over her body.

A hot, wet feeling placed itself between her thighs. Miguel spread her legs as far as they would go while he delved into her, tongue working through her slick folds.

“You are already wet, you really were thinking of this, weren't you?”

He smirked and brought his head back down, placing wet, messy kisses from her inner thigh to her throbbing clit. He honed in on the nub, wrapping his chapped lips around it and swirling it around with his tongue.

(Y/N) looked down and watched as his brown hair moved back and forth as he lapped at her cunt. Hesitating, she reached her hand out and gripped his hair, holding him in place, and rolling her hips onto his face. Her hips stuttered as she moved, moans catching in her throat.

“F–Father, it feels– I feel—”

“I know, you are very close.”

She looked confused, not sure what he meant. “Huh–?”

Miguel pulled her hand out of his hair and pushed her down on the desk, flat with her legs in the air. He spat directly onto her cunt, spreading it with his tongue. He craned his head back and locked eyes with her, replacing his mouth with his fingers, circling her clit quickly with his thumb.

“Do you feel that tightness building up?”

“Yes, make it stop, it feels odd, please. Make it stop,” she said, grabbing onto his wrist while her rubbed her.

Miguel shushed her, placing his other hand on her thigh. “Just wait, (Y/N).”

Thumb still focused on her bud, he pushed his tongue into her entrance, feeling her tight walls fight and clench against his prodding. He slurped at her walls and dripping arousal.

“No, no– I–!”

Her hips involuntarily rolled against his face one final time before she felt the tight coil in her stomach burst. Her thighs squeezed over Miguel’s head and kept him in place as she came, legs shaking and mind blurring.

(Y/N) let go of his head quickly, sitting up on the desk and pulling away from him. He wiped her slick from his mouth and chin, cleaning his face from the sheen of her cum.

“Father O’Hara, are you okay? I didn’t mean to do that, I don’t know what came over me…”

“Hush, now. Save your words for what is to come,” he said, standing to his full height.

He pulled her body back to the edge, pushing her down, flat on her back. Pulling himself out of his pants, he adjusted right at her entrance. Before pushing in, he took hold of both of her hands, holding them above her head.

“This will hurt. You will bleed, but you must relax. Do you understand?” He saw her nod. “Good girl.”

He pushed into her, slowly inching his tip forward. (Y/N)’s hands clenched, fingers dug into her palms while he painstakingly forced his hips further.

“Relax,” Miguel whispered as he dipped his head down to be level with her ear, “don’t squeeze so tight, just let me work you open.”

He bottomed out, sliding all of his length into her.

“No, hurts s’bad, can’t take it ‘nymore!” She whined loudly, tears flowing out of her eyes due to the harsh stretch of his cock.

He was so big, and she was so small. He should have been careful with her, and he should have treated her like the fragile little thing she was.

It only made him fuck her rougher.

His muscled hips pull out of her, tip barely staying inside.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t take it, I–”

“Yes, you can.”

He snapped into her. His thrust knocked the wind out of her lungs, having her choke on her words. (Y/N)’s hands immediately flew to his clothed shoulders, gripping onto them. To steady herself, she dug further into them, practically ripping the fabric of his shirt.

The sound of her half-pained, half-pleasured noises send him back to his movements. He starts thrusting, quickly fucking into her heat.

“You are taking me so well, you sure it’s your first time?” he asks, smirking.

“Yes, Father. I-I’ve never done this before,” she said through gritted teeth, “Dunno if ‘m doin’ it right.”

Miguel grunted and deepened his strokes. “Just let me do it, just gotta– gotta sit there n’ take it.” He allowed himself to kiss the tip of her cervix with his cock’s head, shallowly impacting onto the sensitive spot.

His hands fall to her hips. He grips onto them and holds her in place, keeping his brutal pace. He eyed the thick, white ring of her arousal forming on the base of his thick length, watching it grow and shift as he pounded into her fluttery walls.

“S’happening again, fix it–! Please, Father,” she felt a strong pang of ecstacy crash over her.

“Mhm..”

A few scattered thrusts nudged her over the edge. (Y/N)’s walls clenched repeatedly over Miguel’s dick, squeezing him tightly with her velvety, slick cunt.

“Fuck, c’mon now, relax.” His eyebrows knitted together as he massaged her hips, trying to get her to relax. “So tight, damn.” He finally pulled himself out and took to pumping himself in his hand. (Y/N) watched him fist his cock between her legs.

“Ah–”

He came onto his palm. The sticky, thin seed covered his palm. Miguel licked his cum off of his hand, watching as (Y/N)’s face heated up as he did. He cleaned it off, letting his tongue dart between his fingers to tease the girl before stopping and wiping the rest onto the girl’s cheek.

“Come, down now,” he said, pulling her off of the desk. He chuckled as she stumbled over to the door, legs weak.

“Thank you, Father,” (Y/N) croaked out, holding onto the doorknob. “But, what– if I keep thinking those thoughts, what do I do? Will I be forgiven?”

Miguel took his spot at his desk, wiping away at the wet spots left on the wood.

“If you continue to be plagued by such thoughts,” he said, “do not be afraid to come back to my office. Remember, we all sin, but we can always fight for forgiveness.”

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m3r1m4r5u333 · 4 days

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I'm getting a bit tired of the fandom's overwhelming consensus that Eddie is surely gay even thought there are plenty reasons why his relationships with women would not have worked out.

Personally bisexuality makes more sense to me, and I feel like that's what the show is trying to show, too. And since the show already had "closeted gay man in a "straight" marriage, I think it would make more sense to go for Bi Eddie.

Because Eddie is different from Buck even if he's also bi. Religion. His family's expectations. Marriage. Parenthood. And I also think - earlier realization of sexuality even though he remains closeted. Fun fact: that's what bisexuals do! Even in supportive environments, we stay in the closet the most and the longest.

I'd really like for Eddie to be bi.

Eddie's the type of bi in disguise that the world is full of and nobody notices because the marriage with a woman would be a true one.

This matters because it seems like there's this odd idea that these bisexuals are doing fine in the closet. Why talk about them?

The reality is actually that according to just about every study, bisexuals are distinctly not fine.

The biphobia and erasure comes from all directions. People expect and understand the concept of heterosexuality and homosexuality well enough. Bisexuals...?

It's called the Double Closet. Expectation to either be straight, or gay, and if you're anything else you're just confused.

Also, bisexuals may not just have shitty parents. They also end up falling in love and marrying people who are biphobic. Fun times.

Anyway, I'm listing my reasons why Eddie being into women and men would make the most sense to me:

He agreed with Shannon that sex was never the issue for them.

His marriage to Shannon failing? He was young, the pregnancy was unplanned, he was pushed to marry a high-school sweetheart at young age and then facing the stress of trying to figure out how to raise a special needs child with her.

He went to a war, and returned traumatized. Trauma tends to make everything even harder.

Their mutual lack of trust and communication.

Meddling parents.

Perhaps... Being a closeted bisexual dating a woman who does not know.

Because that's one way to keep a partner at a distance - by hiding a part of yourself.

Losing a loved one, being afraid to love again.

Being pushed to date too soon after grief and trauma.

Falling for a male friend who he thinks is straight.

Being pushed to date someone else.

Oh and the panic attacks - Learning that his friends have died,

being shot by a sniper and thinking Buck was hurt,

ending up in a rapidly developing relationship with someone who is falling in love with him...

When he just likes her... but feels pressured to keep the relationship going anyway.

Because his son loves that person, and Eddie is programmed to go for marriage in every relationship he ends up in. Catholic guilt... They love marriage.

Family expecting him to be straight. Family pushing him to date despite him saying he isn't ready.

Being totally new in the dating world. No wonder he talks about performance anxiety and feeling like he needs to perform - his heart isn't in it.

Also he's probably never even been on dates. How to act on dates? He's not a teenager anymore, it's embarrassing and awkward to fumble and not know the dating culture.

Also when we first meet Eddie he's only been with one woman. Women aren't carbon copies. Sex can be intimate and awkward with someone new. Of course he'd be nervous.

Then finding out that his girlfriend was almost a nun... and being closeted bisexual!

And so on. Nothing actually says the man MUST be gay, and I feel weirded out by the insistence that he surely is gay.

I feel like... Maybe the show expected this, that people would dismiss his interest towards women, and wanted to make the queer community check their prejudice?

Because that episode which focuses on Eddie's fight club and has that super queer coded ice skating scene??

It's Hansel pushing Gretel away... How gay! Expect then we find out that Hansel was only scared that she would miss out an huge opportunity by staying with her. A role in the big leagues.

And that joke about Bobby being a hockey player and a figure skater??? And saying

"Who says you can't do both?" while a piece composed by Paganini - also famous for mastering both guitar and violin, plays.

The shot shows Buck AND Eddie, and Hen with Chimney looking and pointing at them in amazement.

Saying "We'll google for photos later!"

Maybe the implication of

"Who says you can't do both" being referred to isn't just

"Who says you can't do both women and men?"

.... but ALSO "Who says you can't write both of these characters to be bi?".

#911 on abc #911 buddie #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie 911 #evan buck buckley #911 abc #tv: 911 #eddie díaz #911 speculation #who says you can't do both

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victoriadallonfan · 1 month

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I don't agree with a lot of Sanderson's politics - and they aren't, in fact, based in Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints doctrine, but rather Utah culture - but it also makes me pretty uncomfortable to hear you badmouthing the church I'm part of?

I badmouth religious organizations in general, Catholic Church included (in which I was raised) because they tend to be overwhelmingly corrupt and abusive towards their own church members (and especially towards people outside of them)

Mormonism in particular is especially bad for how being part of the church requires “tithings” from paychecks plus their treatment of women, minorities, and even men in ways that are almost so explicitly manipulative and cultish that it feels like it comes out of parody.

(For example, I simply declared, “I am no longer catholic” and that was it. Done. You cannot generally do the same in LDS without incredible backlash and slander by its members)

And it’s very obvious when it shows up in fictional books by a lot of Mormon writers, because it’s so conservative that it’s a step or two behind the times.

It’s not as bad as Westeros Westboro Baptist Church or Scientology, but that’s not a high bar to clear.

If your time in the church was different, I’m happy for you, because it means you likely avoided the worst parts of their abuse.

Still, if you have the time, I’d suggest watching these videos (in no particular order):

Why I Left Mormonism - Video covering the creation of the channel “Cults to Consciousness” and her abusive home life under the church

The BITE Model - Simple PowerPoint explaining the reoccurring factors of cults

Ex-Mormon Cast Reacts to Mormon Debates -Cast of ex-Mormon members react to a Mormon debate and highlight various lies and falsehoods presented, as well talk about teachings/history Mormon Church does not want revealed publicly

How the Mormon Church ‘Help Line’ Hid Child Abuse - Exactly what it says. Survivors speak out and the church has done nothing for them or worse.

If you don’t want to watch these videos, if you can’t stomach the testimonies, ask yourself and others these questions:

- How often are you allowed to preach about Heavenly Mother?

- How often do you see women in power within the church, as in, deciding doctrine and not just playing piano or making food for the men?

- How often do you see minorities in power within the church, as in, deciding doctrine or being treated as a token?

- How often does your church talk about the incredibly high suicide rates for children and how it’s associated with its practices?

- How come when a racist, anti-Semitic, misogynistic etc Prophet speaks its “the word of God” and doctrine, but then another Prophet can simply claim it was mere “policy”. Was ‘God’ lying to the prophets? Were the prophets lying about God? How can you trust what is their words and what is God?

- How come the church hid $30 Billion dollars from the public and even its own lower members?

- How come the founder lied about what was on the Egyptian papyrus, claiming it was a translation from God, but people who can actually read Egyptian pointed out he was lying?

- How come you get treated differently for asking these supposedly easy to answer questions?

I do not go after Brandon or you because you happen to be religious. I think belief in a higher power is one’s own choice and prerogative.

I instead care far more about the religious system that is using well-intended people like pawns for goals that pretty much boil down to money and power.

#rant #religion #cw: religious trauma #religious trauma #mormonism #Mormon #church of latter day saints #lds church #cults to consciousness #ex mormon #ex Mormon podcast #brandon sanderson #utah

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ghostlywhiskey · 5 months

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Just thinking about Price, as per usual, and wondering if he and Mrs Price have a big wedding or do they elope? I can see them starting to plan a wedding, hating it, and eloping. But I can also see them doing like a big Catholic wedding or something

give me the big catholic wedding and i want lana del reys young and beautiful instrumental version BLASTING no i'm not projecting HOWEVER

i feel like you would be sat at price's dining room table which is doubling as the planning area for the wedding. the table rendered useless for dinner or anything since the engagement. various color swatches, pictures of flower arrangements as inspiration, and venue layouts for the reception covering surface. the only certain thing so far was the church which was decided on without even really discussing it. price's mother insisting it would be the same church she got married, as did his siblings.

price doesn't handle too much with helping, he'll sit and watch you as your hunched over the table, swapping around photos on the table trying to see what decor and variations of colors look best together. the only time he offers his opinion is when you ask. you want him to feel involved, but he just tells you that he trusts your judgment.

and i feel like one day you'll just be stressed out of your mind, in a bad mood about everything. price easily noticing, so he'll walk up behind you as your sat at the table. hands pressing into your shoulders as he starts to massage them, leaning down to your ear.

"turnin' into a bridezilla, love." you sigh in defeat, leaning back into the chair and turning your head to the side to look at him.

"who taught you that word?"

disregarding the question, he moves closer to you so his lips brush against yours. "forget the big old wedding. let's just go to the courthouse." his suggestion barely processing in your head before he kisses you, silencing you from any protests you may have.

your hand snaking up to rest on the back of his neck, a soft hum of approval vibrating your throat as you two stay locked in the kiss.

when he pulls back is when you're finally able to say something. "you can't be serious," you mumble, fingers gently scratching the back of his neck. "your mother will have your head on a stake." the comment making him chuckle, as he knows you are most likely right.

"can't disagree with that, but," his hands giving your shoulders a squeeze, eyes locked on your tired ones, bags having formed from all the stress and lack of sleep due to the wedding planning on top of day-to-day life. "who cares how this shit turns out if we just elope? doesn't need to be perfect." he mumbles. price taking a step back to grab the chair and turn it to face him, bending down in front of you.

"we can do the wedding at the church as a small thing with only close family and friends," his hands resting on your thighs as he gives them a squeeze, partly stabling himself as well by holding onto you. "for theatrics, y'know? just to make my mum happy. and so she doesn't know we eloped."

"no reception? or decor?" you ask, trying to register what he meant.

"none of the shit i wouldn't even think twice about that day."

#nic responses #nic talks price #john price fluff #john price x reader fluff #john price x reader

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lewis-winters · 4 months

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I was just curious but do you have any recs for period dramas about the philippines? I want to expand my period drama watching and im not quite sure where to start

Oh, the monster you've unleashed. YES I do have so many period dramas from and about the Philippines. Unfortunately, not all of them might be accessible to you if you're outside of the Philippines. Some of them are found on Amazon Prime, Netflix, and MUBI though. I'll make sure to put a lil note next to each film if they are. Also! these vary in genre (meaning: not all of them are war films, and some of these are horror films-- because this is me we're talking to, heh). I also have copies of some of these and will make a lil note next to each film if it's available for sharing, though I'll only give the link via DM. Please note, however, that they are all either in Tagalog, Bisaya, and/or other local Philippine Languages and not all of them have subtitles!

I also have very nuanced relationships with all these films, since Philippine History was my undergrad of choice. But to keep this post as brief as possible, I'm not going to talk about them at length. Though I will be including trigger warnings. Also note... some of these movies kinda suck HAAHAHAHA but I had way too much fun watching them so like. Please don't tell me they suck, please. I love them too much.

Also tagging @emmylynnaa because I promised her a similar list.

This is sorted by eras in Philippine History. Enjoy! (under the cut because it got long):

Spanish Occupation Era (1565 to 1898)

GomBurZa (2023) – A film following the GomBurZa, the three native Filipino Roman Catholic priests Gomez, Burgos, and Zamora executed during the latter years of the Spanish colonial era. TW: period typical violence. Furthermore, this is a Jesuit produced film so like. Once again. Take it with a grain of salt.

Jose Rizal (1998) - Jose Rizal's life and works are recounted through a series of non-linear flashbacks which reflect on various aspects of his life - as writer, propagandist, lover, friend, brother, doctor, and the man that inspired a revolution. Available on MUBI. TW: depiction of sexual assault by a priest. I also have a love-hate relationship with this film because on one hand, literally shaped my love of history. On the other hand, it is the MOST idealistic depiction of Jose Rizal ever + very historically inaccurate in many places, please watch this with a grain of salt.

Maria Clara at Ibarra (2022 – 2023) – A series about a girl from the 21st century who is magically transported into Jose Rizal’s famous novels Noli me Tangere and El Filibusterismo (you know, the novels that helped spark the Filipino Revolution against the Spanish). The synopsis sounds cheesy but trust me, it’s very good. Available to watch on the GMA official webpage. I just don’t know if you can access it outside of the country. TW: rape, abuses of the Catholic church, period typical violence, abuses of Spanish colonialists. A personal favorite—the costumes? Divine. And the character arcs are also really lovely. Helps you understand Philippine contemporary culture, too.

Katipunan: TV Mini Series (2013) – A mini-series depicting the creation of the Kataastaasan Kagalang-galang na Katipunan ng mga Anak ng Bayan (or the KKK—no, not the white supremacist group; that’s unfair, by the way, we did it first), the revolutionary organization founded in 1892 by Filipino Nationalists against Spanish Colonialization. Available to watch on the GMA official webpage. I just don’t know if you can access it outside of the country. TW: depictions of rape aftermath by Spanish soldiers, period typical violence, torture, graphic depictions of a corpse. This is a personal favorite of mine.

Hele sa Hiwagang Hapis/A Lullaby to the Sorrowful Mystery (2016) - Andrés Bonifacio is celebrated as the father of the Philippines Revolution against Spanish colonial rule. This eight-hour epic examines this myth, undertaking an expedition into history through various interwoven narrative threads, held together by an exploration of the individual’s role in history. Available on Mubi. TW: it is literally eight hours long. But that’s Lav Diaz for you. I love him, but oh my god is he an acquired taste.

Ang Kababaihan ng Malolos (2014) - The saga of the 20 Filipino women who petitioned for the opening of a school in a time when women weren’t given the chance to do so.

Ganito Kami Noon... Paano Kayo Ngayon? (1976) – Set during the end of Spanish colonization and the start of American colonization. After his mother's death, the simple-minded and naïve Kulas (Christopher De Leon) begins his much-awaited trip to Manila. On his way to Manila, he mindlessly takes on the mission of retrieving a friar's son and bringing him to the friar's residence.

Mallari (2023) - A horror film chronicling the deeds of the first recorded serial killer in the Philippines. This film spans decades, all the way up to present day. It's kinda stupid. Like. Really stupid. That's ok. We watch it because we want to see Piolo Pascual and JC Santos covered in blood. TW: oh my god so many bodies and so much gore.

Filipino-American War and America Occupation (1899 – 1940s) (this era has the best films, actually, if you want a place to start and start strong? start here)

Amigo (2010) - A local leader of a small Filipino barangay must decide whether to keep the peace with the American troops occupying his village or join the insurgency with his brother and son. TW: racism, sexual harassment, graphic depictions of corpses, gore, period typical violence.

Heneral Luna (2015) - Set during the Philippine-American war, Heneral Luna follows the life of one of Philippine History's most brilliant soldier, General Antonio Luna, as he tries to lead his countrymen against colonial masters new and old, and to rise above their own raging disputes to fulfill the promise of the Philippine Revolution. Available on Netflix. TW: short scene depicting the aftermath of sexual assault, period typical violence, and graphic depictions of a corpse. Again, one of my favorites. I have so many happy memories of this film + the fandom it birthed! I miss it sometimes.

Angelito (2018) – The short film that bridges both Heneral Luna and Goyo: Ang Batang Heneral, depicting the brothers Manuel and Jose Bernal – Antonio Luna’s aides-de-camp – and their youngest brother Angel, two days before the General’s assassination. This film you can find on Youtube!

Goyo: Ang Batang Heneral (2019) – The sequel of Heneral Luna, this film follows the story of Gregorio 'Goyo' del Pilar, one of the youngest Generals during the Philippine-American War who fought in the historic Battle of Tirad Pass. Available on Netflix. TW: short scenes of torture, period typical violence, and graphic depictions of a corpse. Again, a personal favorite for the same reasons stated above. Though it’s not as strong as Heneral Luna, I gotta say.

Ang Larawan (2017) - In a musical tale about standing together against materialism, two impoverished sisters anguish over whether or not to sell a painting, the final masterpiece by their recluse father. A bitter struggle for survival against betrayal set in pre-World War II Manila. A personal favorite, oh my god. This film. Oh my god, this film.

World War 2 and its aftermath (1940 – 1950)

Quezon’s Game (2018) - In 1938, Philippine President Manuel L. Quezon, military adviser Dwight D. Eisenhower, along with other notable figures, set out to rescue Jewish refugees fleeing Nazi Germany. Quezon simultaneously deals with a relapse of tuberculosis. Available on Amazon Prime. TW: talk of genocide and short scenes depicting the murder of Jewish people by the Nazis.

Tatlong Taong Walang Dios (1976) - A woman falls in love with a Japanese soldier during the Japanese Occupation in the Philippines; the whole town turns against her. TW: rape. Think Malena.

Oro, Plata, Mata (1982) - Set in the Philippine island of Negros during World War II, it tells the story of how two hacendero families cope with the changes brought about by the war. TW: rape

Kusina (2016) – Her kitchen. The silent witness to the life and love of Juanita. It is her sanctuary, the place where she creates dishes for her family, friends, even enemies and strangers. Through cooking, she gets to know the people around her. TW: violent child birth, death of mother in child birth, sexual harassment by Japanese soldiers. This spans multiple decades, all the way up to Martial Law.

In My Mother’s Skin (2023) - Stranded in the Philippines during World War II, a young girl finds that her duty to protect her dying mother is complicated by her misplaced trust in a beguiling, flesh-eating fairy. Available on Amazon Prime. TW: body horror, gore, explicit depictions of a corpse, period typical violence.

Markova: Comfort Gay (2000) – A coming of age drama film loosely based on the life of Walter Dempster Jr., the last surviving Filipino “comfort gay” (male sex slaves for the Imperial Japanese Army) from World War II. TW: CSA, wartime systemic rape, rape.

Comfort Women: A Cry for Justice (1994) – The story of how two sisters and the rest of the women of Sta. Monica are forced into sex slavery by Japanese soldiers during World War 2. TW: wartime systemic rape, rape, and period typical violence.

Seklusyon (2016) - In 1947, a group of deacons (aspiring priests) on their last week of training are sent to a remote monastery to live in seclusion for seven days to protect them from the devil, who on the last few days of training attempts to break the will of deacons to make them reconsider their choice of becoming priests. During their seclusion, a little girl named Anghela, believed by locals to be a living saint because of her healing abilities, appears at the monastery seeking refuge. Available on Amazon. TW: pedophilia, gore, body horror, Catholicism, religious horror.

Corazon: Ang Unang Aswang (2012) - A psychological thriller film detailing the psychological breakdown of a woman struggling with infertility in post-war Philippines. If you want to see women go feral, this is fun.

Martial Law (1970 – 1980) (actually, you know what? I lied. This era is the era with the best films. God, these are CLASSICS and are the ones that’ll help you understand contemporary Philippine culture the most; definitely start here)

Manila, sa mga Kuko ng Liwanag (1975) - Júlio Madiaga, a 'provinciano', arrives in Manila to search for his beloved, Ligaya. TW: coerced sex work, sexual abuse. Once again, a Filipino cinema classic.

Insiang (1976) - After a teenager is raped by her mother's boyfriend, she sets out to exact revenge on anyone who has hurt her. TW: I mean. It says it right there. Though it’s not actually shown on screen, it is very heavily implied. She doesn’t die in the end, if you’re wondering.

Dekada ’70 (2002) - A middle-class Filipino family struggles to survive in the era of dictatorship. This is a fucking classic in Filipino cinema. Available on MUBI. TW: sexual harrassment, discussion of torture, depictions of wounds and beatings, period typical violence. Martial Law was rough.

Aparisyon (2012) – A psychological drama film set in early 1970s, where the story about the nuns in the period immediately preceding the declaration of martial law by Ferdinand Marcos. The film’s director, Isabel Sandoval, is a transgender woman and an absolute visionary. Her other films Senorita (2011) and Lingua Franca (2019) are also very good, please check it out. All films are available for streaming through the Criterion Channel. TW: rape, religious trauma, period typical violence, Catholicism.

Lihis (2013) - Set in the 70’s during the darkest hours of Philippine History, we follow the story of two young NPA warriors who find themselves entangled in a web of frustration, despair and victory as they fight not only for democracy but also their love for each other. Available on MUBI. TW: Infidelity.

Barber’s Tales (2014) - In a rural town in the Philippines during the Marcos dictatorship, the newly widowed Marilou inherits the town's only barbershop from her husband- a business that has been passed down by generations of men in her husband's family. With no other means of support, she musters the courage to run the barbershop.

Dahling Nick (2015) - Dahling Nick is a docu-drama exploring the life and works of National Artist for Literature Nick Joaquin, who only accepted the National Artist Award on the condition that the Marcos administration release a well-known writer who was being unjustly detained during Martial Law. I love Nick Joaquin. He’s shaped my understanding of the Magical Realist genre far more than any of his contemporaries have. This film is notoriously difficult to get your hands on, so I suggest going to read his anthology by Penguin Classics called the Tropical Gothic instead!

Respeto (2017) - Hendrix is a poor aspiring rapper who wants to make a name for himself in the underground rap battle scene and gain respect in the community. After attempting to rob a second-hand bookstore in the neighborhood, he is discovered by the owner, Doc, an old poet with a haunted past as a dissident. Not necessarily period, but definitely has its roots in Martial Law.

Liway (2018) – A film about the kip, a young boy growing up in a prison as the son of anti-Marcos dissident Cecilia Flores-Oebanda, better known as Commander Liway, during the waning days of the Marcos dictatorship. It is currently streaming on Youtube!

The Kingmaker (2019) - is a 2019 documentary film written and directed by Lauren Greenfield, featuring the political career of Imelda Marcos with a focus on the Marcos family's efforts to rehabilitate the family's image and to return to political power, including her plans to see her son, Bongbong, become President of the Philippines, and the alliance that Bongbong and Imee Marcos established with Rodrigo Duterte in his bid to win the 2016 Philippine presidential election. Available on Youtube! if outside of the Philippines, use VPN.

1980s – 2000s Philippines

Misteryo sa Tuwa (1984) - The fortunes of three impoverished friends and their families abruptly change after an airplane crashes in a nearby mountain.

Alpha Kappa Omega Batch ’81 (1982) – A psychological drama film depicting the titular fraternity's harsh initiation of new batch members as seen through the eyes of pre-med student Sid Lucero. TW: hazing, torture, psychological torture. It’s fucked up, actually.

Himala (1982) – During a total eclipse Elsa, a young girl from rural Philippines, allegedly witnesses an apparition of the Virgin Mary on top of the hill where, as an infant, she was found and adopted by Saling. Said visions change her life and cause a sensation hysteria in a poor, isolated northern village in the midst of drought. TW: rape, religious fanaticism, religious trauma.

Adela (2008) - The story of Adela, which takes place in the span of one day, is a heartbreaking story of a woman who longs for the company of her loved ones. This isn’t actually period. This film just breaks my heart. And of course, it has acting legend Anita Linda in it. How could I not recommend it?

Now Showing (2008) - Rita is named after a famous American movie star whom her late, former actress grandmother once adored. She lives in one of Manila’s oldest districts with her mother and aunt. Years later, she is still the same girl enamoured with television, now tending to her aunt’s stall selling pirated DVDs.

Elegy to the Visitor from the Revolution (2011) - A woman from the end of the 19th century visits modern day Philippines and observes three interwoven stories: that of a prostitute, a group of criminals and a musician. This is another Lav Diaz one. It’s long.

K’na The Dreamweaver (2014) - K’na is a young woman coming into her own in the mountains of South Cotabato, where the T’boli live, overlooking the majestic and mystical Lake Sebu. She is part of the royal family of the South bank of the lake, part of the clan that was banished from the North Bank centuries ago after what the elders call The Great Betrayal. At a young age, K’na, is trained in the art of weaving the T’bolit’nalak. The design of the t’nalak fabric comes from the visions granted by Fu Dalu, the goddess of abaca, only to deserving women who become dreamweavers. K’na’s grandmother, Be Lamfey, is the village’s last master dreamweaver. When Be Lamfey dies, the gift of dreamweaving is passed to K’na and her father, LobongDitan, decides to put an end to the warring clans of Lake Sebu once and for all by arranging a marriage between K’na and Kagis, the heir to the throne of North bank. Meanwhile, K’na has fallen in love with Silaw, a childhood friend whose family supplies the finest abaca fibers to the dreamweavers. Silaw leaves love messages for her by tying bits of abaca thread to a tree outside K’na’s window. As the marriage grows near, a revolution brews among those who do not believe in the union of the two royal clans.

Smaller and Smaller Circles (2017) - Two Jesuit priests, Gus Saenz and Jerome Lucero perform forensic work to solve the mystery revolving around the murders of young boys in Payatas, one of Metro Manila's biggest slum areas. While dealing with the systematic corruption of the government, church, and the elite, the two priests delve into criminal profiling, crime scene investigation, and forensic analysis to solve the killings, and eventually, find the murderer. Available on Netflix. TW: child death, talk of child sexual abuse at the hands of the Catholic Church and at the hands of teachers, graphic depictions of a corpse, film also triggering to folks who suffer from claustrophobia.

Billie and Emma (2018) – An LGBT coming of age story set in the mid-1990s featuring two teenaged girls Billie and Emma as they grapple with topics such as sexuality, family, religion, unplanned pregnancy, and the uncertainty of the future.

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