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starberry-cupcake · 2 months ago

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GUESS WHO'S BACK??? Happy new year you bone-loving weirdos (affectionately)!!! Let's start 2025 with Nona!!!

previously, in this react series:

we (I mean me, but also you, alongside me) finished harrowcita del 9

we read some short stories

I made a gideon craft as a gift and the person I made it for told me that the recap I wrote in the back made it to some discord server somewhere

my legacy is being unfunny

NOW LET'S START WITH NONA:

(that's how I called 2 of my great-grandmothers)

I decided to skip all the praise for the book because some of them were getting a little too involved with the story and I don't want to know anything, thank you very much

I did however read the blurb in the inside cover that I missed the last time

I wonder if at some point I could make like an audio version of a recap as I read, because my reaction when I read the following was Something, but then again you'd have to deal with my pronunciation of the names and idk if I want that

anyway, blurb says "with Pyrrha, Camilla and Palamedes"

???????????????????????????????????????????

I thought it was judith and coronabeer twin??????

I'm gonna change her name from regina george twin to coronabeer twin now because she outlived her other nickname

she's the only nickname graduate so far

who took palmolive out of the tamagotchi river loft???????

who set him loose????

how is phyrrha there, she was with gideon/harrow/gideonharrow fusion??????

"each night, Nona dreams of a woman with a skull painted face"

don't we all

the list of books says "Nona the Ninth" and so does the title in the paratext

instead of dramatis personae we have a guest list for a party

there are a lot of dogs invited to the party, which is nice

one of them has six legs

there's also people with BOE names

and one kevin, love to see it, I'll remember him

lots of meme potential there

there are some camilla annotations beside all the people from BOE allegedly nona wants to invite

still not seeing coronabeer and/or judith

gonna imagine that, wherever they are, they're making out

good for them

we got two poems after, the latter of which is a bit heart wrenching, I don't wanna ask about it

then we got a title that looks like a bible verse

had to google it and it is a verse about peter and a disciple finding jesus's tomb empty

ice cube barbie is locked tomb jesus confirmed

I've never mentioned this before but this has happened to me ever since book 1, and since it's here again I'm gonna say it

I have noticed I have a bad knee jerk reaction to the adjective 'fat' being used so often for so many things, but I'm trying to work thought it

don't wanna project my trauma onto unintended narrators

we got a summarized recount of events of what might be how emperor asshat and some of his lyctors got where they got from maybe present times???

there's talk about cryogenics for a lot of people and an evacuation plan from earth

and names are erased but we have some initials that could be augustine, mercygirl, cassiopeia and gideon

I don't think c is not!dulcinea because she was meant to be a newer model lyctor

during this recount he's in the beach alongside harrow, who he says he's gonna hurt

harrow apparently says she still loves him

gideon would be kicking him in the nuts

also, I thought the emperor was with yandere twin

what the hell happened between the two books???? where's everyone????

DAY ONE (hot sauce and 5 days until the tomb opens) CH 1

we've got a recorded statement of what feels to me like the Pool Situation Wink Wonk You Know The One

is she harrow??? or is harrow in the river with the emperor and this is a new person???? who is this????? is harrow's soul in the river???? where is gideon's perfectly preserved body that we knew camilla was carrying around with coronabeer and judith???

I don't know anything

but my wife is here, so it's all good

also, she's apparently sharing a body with palmolive now

so now the wife ideal turned into a polycule situation, I guess

didn't have that in my 2025 cards

I have two hands, apparently, idk

turns out, palmolive was somehow freed from his tamagotchi loft in the river and placed in camilla's body so they share it

how? by who? when?

glad you asked, I don't know

they're sharing space now, that's all I know

it's kind of like the lyctors should have been if the emperor wasn't an asshole, I guess

because it seems they can also switch easily and like coexist without totally cutting the other one out

it feels a lot healthier and organic in their relationship, even though palmolive is a soul guest

palmolive says camilla's body is a temple, so I'm glad we agree

pyrrha is also there, I assume taking over og!gideon's body fully, since he died, afaik

they're taking care of nona, who doesn't know who she is and they don't seem to know either, but if she has harrow's memories, I don't know what to tell you

they're living in a complicated militarized situation with few resources and little light use

palmolive thinks he could write explicit materials for a living but camilla doesn't want them to be remembered for that

palmolive wrote a lot of Things to his bae in correspondence, so maybe that's already part of his legacy

nona is sent to her room while palmolive and pyrrha argue about BOE acting weird

camolive want to rescue people, pyrrha thinks it's a bad idea and wants to get nona away from the planet

pyrrha also mentions a "she" that's crazier than camilla and makes references to commander wake me up when september ends but that one died???? twice????? so idk who this new "she" is

let's remember, for the record, that both og!gideon and pyrrha were Intimate with commander wake me up before we go go

apparently there are more people who are planet refugees in this one planet than two houses combined

which doesn't surprise me in the least, because that's how oppression often works, but is good to have it confirmed

heralds are also still a problem and camilla wants to fight them

pyrrha thinks that's a bad idea, because there's data of that not being possible

but she doesn't know that camilla hect is perfect and can do everything right always

it is important for me to clarify that, more than anyone ever in this book series, nona is the true definition of what in my land we refer to as: "está en un cumple"

the literal definition of the phrase means "she's in a birthday party"

the idiom definition is that someone is totally unaware of what is going on, without understanding what's around them, often used for people in a content state while unaware of a problem everyone else is worrying about

I truly think it's a very good way to describe her and I can't translate it in a way that feels the exact way, especially due to the party context

I headcanon her wearing this shirt

she also wants to save the animals, while camolive want to save the people

pyrrha is just tired and wants to retire to a farming planet to live in peace

I get it, though, imagine having to serve emperor asshat for so long

poor cavalier deserves some rest, og!gideon had the right idea when he exited the entire situation

saw an out with that fight in the river and left the chat

pyrrha is also worried about BOE capturing and torturing camolive for interrogation

and there seems to be an underlying plan between camolive and pyrrha that I'm not entirely sure of yet

nona, apparently, goes to school, because she's in a cumple, as previously established

going to school on top of the eye in the sky and the military issues and the social strife and the potential torturing doesn't sound ideal but very glad there's still an education system in place among all that

AND THAT'S IT FOR NOW!!! It's proving a bit complicated to do recaps with a paperback but I'm gonna try to find my footing!! See you on the next one!!

#luly reacts to tlt #nona the ninth #tlt #the locked tomb #nona the ninth spoilers #long post #gif cw

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geminimoonmadness · 3 months ago

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✰NEPTUNE IN ARIES✰

A once in a lifetime astrological event!

©️GeminiMoonMadness

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Neptune takes roughly 165 years to transit the whole zodiac and has been happily swimming through his own sign of Pisces since 2011. Neptune will transit Aries from 2025 to 2039, spending about 12 and a half years there in total, with a few dips in and out at either end. This represents the start of a new cycle of inspiration and change.

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Here are the dates:

-Enters Aries on 30 March 2025

-Retrogrades into Pisces on 22 October 2025

-Re-enters Aries to stay from 26 January 2026

-Dips into Taurus on 21 May 2038

-Final visit to Aries from 21 October 2038

-Enters Taurus to stay on 23 March 2039

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Neptune was last in Aries from 1861 to 1875 and brought to light humanity´s impulsiveness translated into wars, the creativity to invent and the determination to discover.

As Neptune transits the signs, it reveals what we idealise and look to for redemption or salvation. In Capricorn (1984-1998) it fed the idealisation of corporations and big business and in Aquarius (1998-2012) it idealised science and technology. In Pisces (2011-2025), it appears to be idealising deception itself because we’re all drowning in fake news and propaganda in a crazy-making post-truth hall of mirrors.

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WHAT HAPPENED IN HISTORY THE LAST TIME NEPTUNE WAS IN ARIES?

60 – 73 CE

-In Rome Christianity was spreading fast

-In Palestine there was a Jewish uprising against the Romans in 66 and Josephus wrote his history of the Jewish War which became a major source on Jesus.

388 – 401

-Christianity had become the official imperial religion of the Roman Empire in 391

-Theodosius prohibited all pagan cults and worship.

432 – 419 BCE

-The ancient Greek city states were always having falling outs/battling.

-The Peloponnesian War between Athens and Sparta began and ran for decades.

879-892

-Alfred the Great created a small fleet of ships to fight naval battles against the Vikings.

1206 – 1219

-Genghis Khan began his conquest of Eurasia

-The Christian Crusades were in full swing

1370 – 1383

-The Hundred Years War between England and France was going strong, it started in 1337 and ended in 1453.

-The Catholic Church split in 1378 and there were two rival popes until 1417

-The Church came under attack from 1377 by John Wycliffe, an English theologian.

-John Wycliffe (as above) completed the first translation of the Bible into English in 1382.

-1370s, the story of Robin Hood began to circulate (a tale of a classic Aries character).

1534-1547

-Henry VIII broke from Rome and declared himself supreme head of the Church of England

-This led to the dissolution of the monasteries in 1536 and the destruction of religious relics and churches, and endless fighting between Catholics and Protestants.

-In the 1540s Valerius Cordus wrote Dispensatorium, the first pharmacopeia covering medicinal plants, minerals and how to make drugs, published in 1546. He also discovered ether in 1540, which was used in pain relief for surgery – and for getting as high as a kite!

1697 – 1711

- Lots of fighting and rebellions in Europe over various things, including the War of Spanish Succession in which England took Gibraltar in 1704.

-England was getting tired of fighting the Scots, and in 1707 the Act of Union formed a new entity called Great Britain, unifying England and Scotland.

1861-1874

- American civil war commenced

- germ theory was invented

-Violence on the Australian goldfields

-Slavery

-Abraham Lincoln becomes president

-Franco-Prussian War

(Can you notice a trend?)

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PREDICTION FOR 2025-2039:

Neptune in Aries could bring pioneering visions that reach into every part of society, with lots of new ideas and progressive thinking. There could be idealistic revolutions and social activism, visionary rebellions, crusades for truth and religious wars. Wars may be fought based on lies and deception (nothing new there then), or fought with bioweapons, chemicals and viruses.

At best, Neptune could inspire compassionate action and leadership that takes us away from the potential for war. But it could just as easily reveal the corruption and weakness of leaders that create power vacuums and trigger war by accident.

There may also be a massive loss of faith in leadership, a loss of belief in the nation or the system. People could turn away from the system out of disillusionment or even boredom, and lose themselves in escapist pursuits, like gaming or virtual reality.

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WHAT HOUSE IS YOUR NEPTUNE IN?

WHAT HOUSE IS YOUR ARIES IN?

WHAT DEGREE IS YOUR NEPTUNE?

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intothedysphoria · 2 months ago

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Steve wasn’t fooled by Robins pretences of why she wanted him to have a kiss for New Years Eve the moment they walked into Carols party.

He was well aware she was just trying to palm him off to someone in order to make eyes at Heather Holloway.

The someone Robin had chosen just so happened to be Billy Hargrove. The same Billy Hargrove Steve had given himself an eyebrow slit for. Jesus wept.

At least Billy seemed to be as startled as Steve was too. Though that was probably because they were being forced into three centimetres space of each other by a 5’4 lesbian.

Steve, in all of his infinite wisdom, decided to instinctively grab Billy’s biceps. Well, there was no doubting how much he worked out.

There was a beat of silence. Then Billy moved away and started busying himself with drinks. Steve took a moment to feel the cold hands of rejection before realising he was being ushered over.

That was new.

Generally, there were only two settings of a Hargrove. Scowling and morose or flirting with pretty much everybody but Steve. Nobody had bothered to tell Steve about the secret third setting.

This Hargrove was charming, in a dorky way. It might have been the extensive charms of Carols drinks cabinet, but Billy was shockingly earnest. They talked about Star Trek, college basketball and Steve’s brief attempt at a YouTube channel until 11pm.

11pm was when Billy extended a hand and asked Steve if he wanted to dance.

The thought that Billy looked like Fred Astaire in a British soccer uniform only briefly crossed Steve’s mind before accepting.

“Danced with a lot of boys then, Harrington?”

The smile Billy flashed at him could have melted the sun. Steve did his best to keep it together.

“Not really??????”

Grinding against Tommy in 12th grade probably didn’t count and the dance Dustin had forced him to do with Eddie, Steve refused to think about. That had been a long two hours.

Billy twirled him and Steve felt his eyes grow about six times wider than they were normally.

The sound of a camera flash interrupted what could have been a nice moment. Looking over, Robin, Carol and Heather were giggling in a corner, Heathers iPhone raised aloft.

The rousing chant of kiss started and Steve realised they’d been dancing for an hour. Billy looked absolutely petrified. So Steve followed his gut.

He pounced as the fireworks started and Billy just about managed to catch him as Steve began his endeavour of what Dustin would describe as “being a human face hoover.”

Well, happy 2025 to Steve Harrington.

And, Steve hoped, happy 2025 to Billy Hargrove too.

For @shieldofiron @oopsiedaisiesbaby @dragonflylady77 @thatgirlwithasquid @harringroveobsessed @thissortofsorcery @bigdumbbambieyes @fizzigigsimmer @robthegoodfellow @runraerun @flayedintheusa @femmebilly @hellcheercaine @destroya2005 @kittyphoenix12-xx @camaro-and-smokes @spaceofentropy @writer-in-theory @suspiciouslackofclowns I hope you all have an amazing new year and that 2025 brings all good things to you

Also shoutout to @ihni for genuinely making my week a couple months back and making wonderful art under my post during what ended up being a very stressful day so tysm

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #happy new year gang

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ravenstargames · 2 months ago

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✦ LOST IN LIMBO — 2024 WRAP-UP + 2025 MILESTONES

And here we are, after the holidays! Another year has come to an end and this one was simply incredible. You can anticipate what our most important milestone was for 2024, but there has been a lot going on this past year that maybe we all have forgotten. So let's see what these four friends have accomplished this year, and what's coming for a 2025 that already looks promising!

Good news is that we achieved every goal we set up for this year! Isn't that awesome?! We published our first demo, hosted our very first casting call (and it was nuts!) and so much more! Let's see it :3

✦ OUR STUDIO, RAVENSTAR GAMES, WAS OFFICIALLY FOUNDED ON JULY!

Let me tell y'all that when you finish college, keep studying because it turns out the job market is absolutely devastated and cannibalized, and then have an existential crisis, the last thing you think about is saying "fuck it we ball" and open a studio. I mean, we are literally four people with no stable jobs (well, Kayden is an exception) and with no previous experience making a game entirely by ourselves.

So this was a huge step for us. A scary one. A terrifying one, and still is. But we've survived so far, so let's hope we can still do just that—survive at least long enough to start living. Calling this our job would be a dream come true, but there's still a long road ahead until that!

✦ WE SUCCESSFULLY FUNDED LOST IN LIMBO ON KICKSTARTER!

And you were right if you thought this was our most important milestone of the year!

Honestly, I low-key thought we weren't gonna make it. As I said—four people with no budget, paying for what we couldn't do ourselves with what our grandmas give us on Christmas—what were the chances anyone would be interested in helping us fund our game?

But we still had to do it, because making it this far and not risking not being funded would be madness. So there we were, opening Photoshop with tears in our eyes, watching our mediocre bank accounts get obliterated and working on the Kickstarter graphics with nothing but glitter and Jesus.

Also, we were asking for a lot of money and it was our first project. We've seen firsthand a lot of projects fail, a lot of people being scammed, and a lot of projects not going like the audience and devs wanted. So I thought we were a bit doomed.

Well, turns out there are people who believe in us and our project, so I was proved wrong. Maybe our graphics were really cool in the end, huh? I worked my ass off on those! /silly

So 980 people donated almost 60k euros and on September 27th, Lost in Limbo became officially a thing. Which is wild. I don't think I believe it still, honestly.

Of course, not everything went smoothly! As first timers we made a lot of mistakes, but we knew we were going to mess up something. Sometimes it was us, sometimes it was Backerkit or Kickstarter...Truth is watching a million YouTube tutorials, reading articles or learning about other devs' journeys doesn't make you ready to run a Kickstarter. There's some stuff you can only learn while running it!

So we ordered our merch, had our 🎉first delay🎉 because we made a mistake with our pins, and managed to deliver our digital goodies to our backers without blowing up (almost) anything.

✦ WE FUNDED OUR VERY OWN SOUNDTRACK!

And it'll consist of 19 original tracks by our wonderful composer Tomás Palazzi! 💜

✦ WE RELEASED OUR FIRST DEMO!

And overall, people seem to enjoy it! In fact, we recently reached +10k downloads and +71k views on itch! T^T

Of course, getting our demo out there was nerve-wracking, but we received a lot of love, and that includes wonderful and constructive feedback from a lot of folks who love our project and want it to succeed in its best form. Incredible content creators played our demo, reviewed it—and we've met amazing and stunningly creative people in the process!

However, as with anything you publish for others to see, not everyone is going to like it, and I think as a team we needed to also be exposed to that. There have been negative reviews that have helped us improve, and some others that have made us realize that our game, just like any other, isn't for everyone, and that's okay—our game isn't perfect and it won't ever be, and that's okay. As creators and creatives, accepting the critiques that help us improve is as important as letting go of the ones that contribute nothing, and to accept there are some things we don't want to change.

Of course there have been nasty or rude reviews, (most of them private) and albeit there were very few of them, but that was guaranteed. We try to have a few laughs at those!

✦ WE CREATED OUR OWN DISCORD SERVER!

And it's brimming with life!? We are almost 400 members and I may be biased, but it's full of amazing, supportive, and incredibly creative people. It feels so strange to see people talk daily about your game, about your characters—theorize, laugh, ask stuff...I can only hope our members feel at home as much as we do, because even if we can't interact with everyone all the time, just reading y'all makes us extremely happy :')

✦ WE STARTED WORKING ON OUR EXTENDED DEMO!

And it's going great! The script is doing better than expected, even if I'm editing more stuff than I originally planned. Implementing feedback we received during our survey is helping me improve the pace, storytelling and dynamism of the script. I'm an overthinker so I know I'm most likely editing / adding more stuff than I planned, but so is the way of the west.

Raquel has (as you all know) been working on the reworked sprites, and for now there's 4/7 done! 💜 We also have finished one of the new backgrounds and one is close to being done. That's 2/3!

Also, thanks to y'all buying extra stuff via Backerkit, we've managed to raise a bit more money and have been able to commission Airyn for help on the extended demo, as well as Allie (our editor) and the wonderful, the Ren'py Jesus, Feniks, to help us with our programming adventures! So technically we didn't reach our second stretch goal (outsourcing) but the extra coins have allowed us to hire some help!

That's all for 2024! Phew! Now, our plans for 2025 are quite simple (me when I lie).

First of all we want to ship our Kickstarter merch (more on that on a Kickstarter update coming soon!)

Finish production for our Kickstarter artbook

Release our Extended Demo

For now, we are aiming for a June 2025 release of the prologue, and the first chapter of every route will follow soon after.

Open our Patreon!

We have to think about this thoroughly, plan it, and make sure we can offer quality stuff worthy of your support. Some of you have asked a lot about a Patreon but we want to make sure we make it right!

On a personal note—this year I have been working on my OCD, as last year, and booked with two therapists. My therapist (the one who diagnosed me last year), and a different one specialized in OCD. This year has been full of highs and lows, but I'm in a much better headspace than I was last year, to the point of my meds being lowered! ✌️

I also enrolled for my PhD program like a month ago, and I got accepted after a lot of college shenanigans that almost became my villain arc. So this year is going to be funny for me!

Every member of the team has had their personal issues to deal with this year. Mental health, family, etc. It hasn't been an easy year for us, but I'm happy to say we've been there for each other.

And I think that's all! Overall it has been an insane year. Very productive, very nerve-wracking, and incredibly awesome. We can only hope this year is as good as 2024 if not even better, both for us as people and for our game. We hope your 2024 has been good, and we also hope you are excited to make 2025 a year you can be proud of; but most importantly, a year in which you can take care of yourself, be at peace with who you are, discover new things about yourself, and crave a path to the future you want to live!

Talk to you all soon! 💜

#lost in limbo #visual novel #otome #amare #devlog

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chengrioshi · 2 months ago

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Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu guang threesome? 👀👀

(My bbgs frrrr)

(Feel free to ignore btw, hope you have a great dua and HAPPY NEW YEAR)

(Also you ate with the nsfw link click)

anon... you are BAAAAD (and so am i)

this is completely new territory for me so if its a flop.... i'm sorry, i tried loool <333

happy new year to you too!!! i hope 2025 is the best for you ❤️

taking care - cheng xiaoshi & lu guang

cheng xiaoshi doesn’t mind sharing his belongings with those he loves. that includes sharing you with his best friend, lu guang ❤️

cw: smut, implied female reader, oral (f receiving), p in v, anal, unprotected sex, spitting, spanking, dirty talk, crying, threesome, creampie, use of pet names, porn w no plot, reader is in a relationship with cheng xiaoshi, minors pls dni 18+only.

how the fuck did you end up here?

excitement, fear, anxiousness. it’s all there…tenfold.

you’re lingering in the doorway to the shared room of your boyfriend and lu guang, his best friend. suddenly feeling self conscious, in nothing but a towel, your hair still dripping wet… amongst other things.

your eyes flick toward the bunk beds, and then back to the white haired man standing before you who’s eyes are boring into you, not blinking. you gulp as he slowly drops to one knee before you.

"go on," your boyfriend gently nudges you from behind. "let him have a taste."

he fiddles with the towel where its tied around your chest, loosening it until it's nothing but a damp slump on the floor. exactly what you'll be if lu keeps looking at you like that.

cheng wraps his arms around your waist from the back and rests his chin on your shoulder so he can get a better view of his friend in front of you.

"go ahead, buddy. we gotta take care of her real good, right?"

fuck.

lu takes your right leg, guiding your foot so that it rests on his knee, staring intently at your bare, soaked pussy.

"lu, hurry up and - oh shit" he cuts you off by licking from your dripping hole to your clit.

your whole body shudders as lu begins to lick and suck at your clit, and you thread your fingers through his hair, seemingly grasping on for dear life. “don’t fucking stop, lu”

cheng grabs your jaw, yanking your head toward his face and crashing his lips to yours with a growl.

typical cheng getting possessive. this was his idea.

you whimper into chengs mouth, using one arm to wrap around the back of his head and the other to steady yourself to buck your hips into lu’s face. this is absolute heaven. let’s face it, they’re both hot.

it takes a total of 7 seconds for you to cum all over lu’s face once he sticks a finger into you, curling it to hit your sweet spot whilst he sucks on your clit harder than ever.

your knees buckle beneath you, chengs arms around your waist saving you from flopping to the floor along with your long forgotten towel.

lu steps back, sucking the finger that was just inside of you mere moments ago.

“good job,baby” cheng purrs into your neck from behind, squeezing your hips lightly before ushering you toward his bottom bunk of their shared bed. “you can go first.” he says to lu, watching you as you climb atop his mattress, turning to lay on your back and spreading your legs for them.

the sight before you is enough to have drooling and dripping all at once. they’re both standing at the foot of the bed, having lost their boxers, both cocks standing loud and proud. lu is gripping his impatiently, so ready to be inside of you.

he silently climbs toward you, spitting on your needy pussy before gathering it with the head of his cock to lubricate you. how thoughtful.

his cock sinks into your entrance and he looks down between you both as he rises and thrusts himself inside.

“oh…jesus fuck you’re so tight, y/n.” lu finally breaks his silence.

he breaks his restraint, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before he starts pounding his entire length into your pussy.

lu feels so good. moving with such purpose, you roll your hips to meet each thrust, feeling his pelvic bone brush over your clit each time. you can feel your orgasm rapidly building in the pits of your stomach.

you gasp and grab onto lu’s biceps as you start to come undone, turning your head and making direct eye contact with cheng. he still stands at the foot of the bed, his cock still free yet untouched. the look in his eye is simply carnivorous.

you cry out as the intensity of your orgasm washes over you, shuddering and shaking, never once breaking eye contact with cheng, somehow getting more turned on under his gaze.

“like what you see?” you tease, flipping lu over and lining his cock up with your pussy, sinking onto him slowly, earning a hiss from him.

chengs eyes darken as he closes in on you, spitting on his hand and pumping his cock, pushing you forward so your chest is flush with lu’s. “cheng? what are you..”

oh… you feel it.

you feel just the tip of your boyfriends cock pushing into your ass. this was new for the two of you, so he takes his time pressing into you, repeatedly stopping to let you adjust to his girth and to make sure you’re okay.

once cheng is bottomed out, the three of you take a minute to bask in the glory of the situation. your body feels as though it’s on fire, in all the best ways.

lu hooks his arms under yours to rest his hands on your upper back, whilst cheng holds onto your hips as they begin to work together, doing all the work themselves.

lu fucks up into you from the bottom whilst cheng fucks your ass from behind, nothing but the noise of heavy breathing and skin on skin filling the room.

lu’s cock seems to harden even more and he tenses under you, he’s close, and you’re not far behind him. you clench around both men as you sink your teeth into lu’s shoulder bracing yourself to the best of your ability for what’s to come.

“ah fuck, y/n” lu growls a bunch of the filthiest profanities as he tips over the edge and releases inside of you, his entire body shuddering as he whimpers.

with this, cheng pulls you back by your arms so that you’re semi-upright, still with lu’s throbbing cock in your pussy as he reaches around, rubbing your clit in an attempt to help you both reach your orgasms.

your body is overcome with the hottest chill, every nerve inside of you on fire as the sensation of both holes being filled drives you over the edge and you squeal, cumming as cheng continues to thrust into you harder before he growls, burying himself to the hilt and spilling into you.

“fuck me. did so well for us baby.” cheng coos into your neck after pulling out of you, helping you lift your body from lu’s before you both flop down beside him.

the three of you are exhausted, yet no words are needed as both men each wrap an arm around your waist, skin still glowing and relaxing in fucked out bliss.

this is definitely going to be a more regular occurrence…

note:

forgive me lord, for i have sinned.

i need to go lie down after this HAHAHAHA. thank you for the request, anon❤️ i LOVED it

#rio writes!#link click x reader #link click smut #linkclick x reader #link click #cheng xiaoshi x reader #lu guang x reader

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The Gambit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part ten

Not to randomly air out my business but getting my heart viciously broken a few days before Valentine's Day was not on my 2025 bingo. Jesus Christ. Lmfao, anyway! Here's a new chapter!

Warnings: Rossi once again knows Hotch too well, Hotch makes A Decision (a choice is certainly made...whether or not we agree with it is tbd), these two bickering their hearts out

That night, Hotch agrees to Rossi’s offer of a drink at the hotel bar, albeit with an ulterior motive.

They’re barely two sips into their whiskey when Rossi reminds Hotch that he’s smarter than him. “So. You heard us talking.”

Hotch almost laughs as he hangs his head. Nothing will ever get past David Rossi, will it? Honestly, Aaron should know better by now.

“Yes,” Aaron replies, thumbing at the condensation forming on his glass from the ice. “And…” He sighs, figuring he might as well admit what he’s done. What Rossi told him not to do. “I had Garcia pull her file.”

Rossi freezes. “Aaron…”

“I know,” he says before Rossi can even start. He raises one hand in surrender. “I know.”

Rossi shakes his head. “I told you to let her come to you.”

“Well she hasn’t,” Hotch argues. “And she won’t, Dave, I know she won’t.”

Rossi hums, like he’s having the strangest sense of deja vu. “You think she needs help?”

“I think keeping this a secret is impacting her ability to do her job.”

Rossi scoffs. “Don’t tell me you’re blaming her because we haven’t found the guy yet.”

“What?” Hotch reels back, clearly offended at even the thought of that. “No. What makes you think that I am?”

“You two get under each other’s skin, Aaron,” Dave laughs. “You’ve said multiple times, to each other, even in front of all of us, that you don’t like one another and would rather work with anyone else.”

Aaron scoffs. “Yeah, but we don’t actually mean it, it’s…” It’s how we’ve always communicated. We don’t know anything else.

“Don’t you?” Dave asks, that damn knowing look on his face. “If you don’t mean those things, you should probably tell her.”

Aaron’s eyes widen slightly. “Did she say something to you?”

“Nothing I’m going to disclose,” Dave shrugs. “And before you ask, no, it's not impacting her ability to do her job.”

Aaron hangs his head for real this time. “Alright, I walked into that one.”

Dave takes a sip of his whiskey, leaning onto the bar. “You’ve got to trust her, Aaron.”

“She doesn’t trust me.”

“She does,” Dave says. “Even if she doesn’t like you.”

Ouch. Walked right into that one, too.

Hotch straightens up, sipping his whiskey before hitting Rossi with the next thing. “So you met her when her father was caught.”

Rossi smirks. “I was wondering when you’d put the pieces together on that one.”

Hotch shakes his head through a laugh. “You could’ve just told me.”

“With how you’ve been about her? No, no I couldn’t,” Dave says with a incredulous laugh. “I wasn’t positive until yesterday, and I didn’t need you to confront her about it before I even had a chance to ask her. And I wasn’t so sure you wouldn’t turn that same anger on me.”

“Sorry,” Aaron grimaces. “I’ve been trying to…cool it.”

“Hm, good luck with that,” Dave says, tilting his head with a sigh. “If you two are on good terms now, you better cherish it while you have it. The second she finds out you pulled her file behind her back, she’s not going to be happy.” He pauses, fixing Aaron with a look. “And I can’t help you there.”

Aaron knew already that it wasn’t his brightest idea, but surely it’s justified. When the safety of an agent is at risk, that has to be worth something?

After talking with Rossi, he’s not so sure anymore.

+++

The unsub never strikes again.

The BAU stays in town to further investigate and chase down any leftover leads, but all have dead ends. You wait for an entire week. Nothing.

“It’s…It’s pissing me off!” Garcia’s frustration can be felt through the video screen. She squeezes a stress ball so tightly you’re worried it’s going to pop. “It’s like this guy doesn’t even exist!”

“I know, babygirl, I know,” Morgan sighs.

You lean into frame, almost resting your head on Morgan’s shoulder. It’s been a long week and you’re bone-tired. “At least we’re coming home this afternoon.”

“I know,” Garcia says, dropping the stress ball to prop her chin in her hand. “I just wish it was because you caught the guy.”

“Me too,” you murmur, finally giving in and dropping your head onto Morgan’s shoulder.

Through the blinds of the conference room, you see Hotch and JJ talking with the other detectives, giving them the inevitable news. The BAU will continue to be just a phone call away should they need anything, but there’s nothing else they can do. They can monitor things just as well from headquarters in Quantico, and, unfortunately, there are more pressing issues to return to.

The “pressing issues” are just the usual mountain of paperwork, Morgan says. You hope that’s all it is, but something in your gut is telling you otherwise. Your meeting with Strauss flashes in your mind, namely a certain prisoner who seems set on speaking to you again one day.

You still have no idea what to do about that one.

“Travel safe, my loves,” Garcia blows a kiss with a sad smile. “I’ll be here when you land.”

“See you soon,” you reply, waving as she signs off.

You close your eyes as Derek shuts the laptop, letting out a sigh.

“I know,” he says, leaning his head onto yours. “I know.”

You practically jump when Hotch’s voice sounds out damn near right next to. He somehow walked in here without making a single noise, and of course Derek couldn’t warn you.

“We’re heading out,” Hotch says, eyeing you from your seat next to Morgan. “Got everything?”

You nod silently. You and Derek were already packed, your bags loaded into the trunk of the car that you’ll take to the airstrip in town. Your plan is to curl up on the plane and pass out the entire ride.

You and Hotch have gone back to your speaking-non-speaking terms. When you have spoken, it’s been about the case. When you’ve argued, which hasn’t been as much as you anticipated, it’s about the case— you blame your lack of sleep for your lack of witty comebacks. He doesn’t ask any prying questions like you were certain he was gearing up to do, and he overall doesn’t bother you.

Except when he, you know, breathes too loud in your general area.

Or when he looks at you too much, like he’s doing right now.

“What?” you don’t mean for it to come out as forcefully as it does. “Do I have something on my face, or…?” You touch your cheek, expecting to find pen ink there.

“No,” Hotch says, but he doesn’t look away.

You roll your eyes, standing up from your chair. “Then take a picture or something. And blink like a normal human being— thank you.”

He looks away from you then, after you thank him for blinking, of all things.

Hotch has tried his hardest to “cool it” as he told Rossi he would, and it has seemed to do absolutely nothing to calm your attitude toward him. It’s a losing battle, and he has no idea why he’s even bothering to try.

As Hotch watches you and Morgan finish gathering the last remaining things from the conference room, he spots Rossi taking an evidence bag from a detective.

A moment later, Rossi comes into the room with the bag in hand, giving Hotch a look he doesn’t see often. Alarm.

“This was left in the mailbox outside the door,” Rossi explains. “They’re checking the cameras now.”

“What is it?” you ask, ears perking up when you hear Rossi’s tone. He’s never sounded…startled like that.

You stand a little too close to Hotch on accident, apologizing when your shoulder brushes his arm as you try to get a good look at what was left.

It’s just a simple card in a white envelope, except where the addressee’s name should be, it just says Behavioral Analysis Unit. The note inside only has one word: gambit. Hotch flips the bag over to read the back of the card: Are you ready to play a game?

In the bottom corner, in tiny script: see you soon.

You take the bag from Hotch, blaming the spark you feel in your hand as your fingers brush on the chills you feel when reading the words before you.

Morgan reads the words from beside you and scoffs, “Oh, so he’s taunting us now?”

“We don’t know,” Hotch says.

“We can’t just leave,” you argue. “Not after a note like this. Leaving is what he wants us to do.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Hotch replies, like it’s the simplest thing in the universe.

“Are you serious?” The anger is back, always simmering just below the surface when you’re this close to him. “He’s going to strike again the second we’re gone.”

Hotch levels his gaze on you. “You don’t know that.”

“Hotch, I don’t like the sound of this,” Morgan chimes in, holding up the note. “This guy doesn’t do anything for a week, and then just drops this off?”

“We don’t know that the unsub dropped the note—”

“Who the fuck else could it have been?” you nearly yell. Judging by the detectives who turn their heads, you aren’t as quiet as you hoped. You try again, lowering your voice, but keeping your glare focused on Hotch. “Who would do that, if not the unsub?”

“We’re leaving,” he says firmly, looking both at you and Morgan. “My decision is final.”

You look to Rossi for help, but find none. He doesn’t look like he particularly agrees with Hotch, but he doesn’t disagree either, and that’s just as bad.

“You’re making a mistake,” you say.

“I’m sorry you see it that way,” Hotch deadpans. “But I won’t let my team feed into this unsub’s delusions.”

“It’s not—”

“This is not up for debate, Y/N,” Hotch cuts you off. “We’re leaving. End of discussion.”

He turns and holds his hand out in front of Morgan, silently asking for the note. Morgan looks about as delighted as you feel as he hands it over. He shakes his head after letting it go, grabbing his bag and heading out of the room. Rossi follows behind him.

You wonder if either of them realized what they were doing. Leaving you alone with Hotch once again. If either of them realize the inevitable.

“I’m not finished,” you say, catching Hotch’s attention when he tries to leave. You cross your arms over your chest. “Give me one good reason why we can’t stay.”

Hotch shakes his head. “I’m not arguing with you about this.”

“Tough fucking shit, Hotch. All we know how to do is argue, so you know damn well that’s exactly what we’re going to do. Tell me.”

For a second, you think he’s going to turn and walk out of there without answering you. Leave you standing alone in your irritation. He takes so long to answer, so many seconds stretch out of him staring at you, looking down at the note, then back to you.

“If we stay, the safety of this team might be at risk,” he starts.

“What about the women in this town?”

“He hasn’t struck in a week,” Hotch fires back. “Before it was every other day.”

“I know the facts of the case, Hotch.”

“I didn’t say that you don’t,” he replies, unusually calm. “But we can’t stay. We need to return to Quantico. They’ll call if they need us.” He pauses. “And this note? The unsub is trying to taunt us. If we unpack everything now and change our plans, we look scared. We can’t look afraid. We have to leave, like we’ve planned to do, and we’ll continue to monitor the case from Quantico.”

“That’s not good enough,” you murmur, voice unusually quiet. You don’t like this — not the leaving, but the way you’re both talking. It’s not like either of you to not get angry, to not yell, for one of you to not storm off.

“I’m sorry,” he says, only this time, he sounds genuinely remorseful. “We can’t stay.”

When he walks away, he pauses just outside the door to glance back at you, nodding for you to follow him.

You don’t know why, but you do. You admit defeat, and you follow him out of the precinct.

+++

On the jet, you sit toward the back by yourself, not caring that you must look like a child pouting because they didn’t get their way.

Maybe half of that is true. You didn’t get your way because you wanted to stay. But that’s not what you’re upset about — not really. Sure, it’s a piece of it, but it’s nowhere near the biggest piece. Not even close.

The biggest piece, though, you can’t say. Not out loud.

You can’t help feeling like it’s somehow your fault, that this unsub wasn’t caught. The same way Lila’s kidnapper got away, too. Even with the sketch artist’s drawing — because Lila’s mom did eventually convince her to speak with one — there haven’t been any new leads. It turned into a dead end, just like this one.

Aside from the cryptic note, there’s nothing to go on. The precinct’s cameras don’t show anyone dropping the note off on its own. The best they can assume is that it was mixed in with the regular mail, but there’s no way to trace that. Another dead end.

You curl up into the seat, looking out the window as the clouds fly by. The first two cases you work on with the BAU, and both end with the unsub getting away. You must be a bad luck charm, or something. There has to be some explanation, but clearly you can’t see it yet.

Distantly, over the whirring of the engines, you can hear Reid rambling about the note and what it might mean. No one seemed nearly as confused and upset as you and Morgan about leaving right after the note appeared.

Granted, it’s not like Hotch gave them much choice. He didn’t bring out the note until the jet was already in the air.

You aren’t even angry with him. Not really, you guess. You don’t know what’s eating at you exactly. When it’s too many things at once, it’s hard to pinpoint.

Reid goes on and on about the definition of a gambit, specifically in chess. How they’re used, why they’re used. To get multiple steps ahead of your opponent.

You’ve never liked chess when you’ve played it, but you especially don’t like this feeling you have now — because it seems you’re in the middle of a game you’re inevitably going to lose.

#The Gambit #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch x fem!reader #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #hotch fanfic #angst angst angst

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thetragicallynerdy · 11 months ago

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So the Canada Disability Benefit (CDB) (which the gov't passed last year, Bill C-22), which was passed with the intent of "lifting people with disabilities out of poverty," finally got funded in the budget that was released today - and it's such fucking bullshit.

It's a maximum amount of $200/month ($2400/year)

You have to be approved for the Disability Tax Credit (DTC) to be eligible - something that advocates were specifically saying should not happen because it's so fucking difficult to get on. The CDB should be barrier-free.

Doesn't start until July 2025

It's such fucking bullshit. $200 a month? And not for another fucking year? Not to mention the DTC requirement? Are you fucking kidding me?? I'm so mad.

This CBC article about it can contains this quote - "Khedr estimates that roughly 1.6 million Canadians with disabilities are living below the poverty line. But Tuesday's budget says only 600,000 would be eligible for the new national benefit." This is because of the DTC requirement. Jesus Christ.

Anyway, Canadian folks, please for the love of god contact your MPs and tell them how awful this is. It needs to be more money, it needs to be enough to actually have an impact, and it needs to not require DTC eligibility.

I'm so mad.

#canada #canpoli #canadian politics #canada disability benefit #disability #disability justice

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 11 days ago

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tuesday again 2/18/2025

much like phil, i feel like i cannot quite ever get physically comfy this week. something is always not quite right.

listening: god save the queens by vienna vienna

reading: love's harvest by peggy j herring

watching: cinderella

playing: pokemon

making: return of the baby blanket

listening

im going to start out a little bit mean and say that this self-described glimmer rock song, God Save The Queens by Vienna Vienna, really shone in the ten-second social media clips i saw of its live version. the actual studio version sucks so much. and even the full version of the live version, i want it to me slightly different but in a way i cannot articulate. i am excited to see if other people start covering this in fun ways and maybe it'll be the rare song where i like the cover much more than the original.

I saw a man out in Hollywood He carried a sign that said he hated me I said, "Please, get in line" He stopped to ask me a question He said, "Do you know Christ?" I told him, "Maybe I do, does she work the nights?" He said, "No, I mean Jesus" I said, "That guy was tight But I'm not living in a city built upon your lies" He tried to save me, but somebody already did last night They said their name was Alex, baby, and they showed me the light

like here's the studio version. give us nothing i guess??? i think if you are going to sell merch with GOD SAVE THE F*GS censored out maybe you should say that in the studio version of your song. this is probably a label decision but i want this song to be about 15% less corporate sponsor of a pride parade than it is. i feel like this song got heavily edited from a first draft and i would have liked to hear that probably much angrier first draft. hell of a hook though.

reading

this gay and/or lesbian romance and/or erotica project is turning into a little bit of a slog, so with the gentle encouragement of @sybilius going "what if you read good books you enjoyed?" going forward we are going to try a novel of dubious quality from my shelf and an acclaimed queer novel from history in the hopes that one of them will be tolerable. so next week we have the dubious pairing of a mob girlfriend in WITSEC romantic thriller from my shelf, and Fried Green Tomatoes At The Whistle Stop Cafe has just come off hold.

last week's assigned book was Heart on Fire, which was supposed to be even!! better!!! than Naiad Press's previous bestseller Curious Wine by Katherine V Forrest. so of course we had to detour to Curious Wine, which had a very short hold time.

reader, i did not finish this book. seven (7!) different women are introduced in the first chapter with almost no physical or clothing descriptions. they are all extremely mean to each other in the way older women who are dissatisfied with their life often sabotage all their relationships. i didn't have it in me to make a cheat card for myself with who the fuck each woman was, bc i expected somewhat lighter going in a contemporary romance with no extra genres tacked on top.

i am glad i did not continue bc while reading reviews everyone mentioned the Graphic On-Page Sexual Assault??? and this is still somehow every older lesbian's favorite book??? truly the times have changed.

Deep in the heart of France's majestic wine country, the sun drenched hills and lush vineyards of the Jeton family estate seem like the perfect setting for a passionate affaire de Coeur. But the life of workaholic winemaster, Nicole Jeton, is anything but romantic. From one harvest to the next, she runs the world-renowned winery, cares for her invalid father, and bails her no-good brother out of trouble—never stopping long enough to consider her own needs and desires. Until she meets the lovely Camille Cartier...

thank you girls. Love's Harvest by Peggy J Herring is one of the books acquired by Bella when they bought out part of Naiad Press. originally published in 1997, this 156p book was reprinted in 2007 with no additional changes or author's notes. it is the same quality as all the Bella reprints: a kind of terrible to hold perfect-bound softcover. i am beginning to suspect i simply do not vibe with the naiad and/or bella publishing market. i may not be their intended reader. im not really sure who their intended reader is, except maybe the 1997/2007 version of people who patiently comb through self-published kindle ebooks? what is the point of having a physical press and an editor if you can't make the line breaks and the quotation marks correct?

i couldn't find out much about Herring except that she died last summer and was part of her own tuesdaypost endeavor:

To further enhance communication within the women's community, [WomanSpace San Antonio] newsletter staff initiated a regular event known as Tuesday Night for discussing topics affecting women's lives. Topics ranging from real estate law to rape/incest were prepared for each Tuesday session. As ties to related community resources and events increased, the Tuesday Night events were superseded in 1995 by other events and meetings for the lesbian and gay community.

i did not like this book. such a wild amount of somewhat disjointed events take place during this novel and i really wish it was good. there is a for-real ghost, her great aunt killed by her grandfather and everyone just kind of shrugged about it??? that can dramatically interact with physical objects and STOPS A MURDER??? people are so calm about this ghost as a daily fact of life when there is exorcist level shit going on in the foreground. nicole has to cancel one of their weekend getaways bc the ghost is simply too on one and she can't figure out how to explain the ghost to camille, a presumably more normal outsider who presumably did not grow up with a ghost. the ghost is not the focal point of this book but it is by far the most interesting thing in the book.

this book felt like a barely fleshed outline. they go here. they do this. they see that. here is a great example of a section where i would have loved more elaboration in literally every sentence. the build up to this call and the call itself could have been a full chapter instead of half a page.

the least amount of dialogue i have maybe ever read in a book, and even fewer thoughts or feelings or interiority. the sex scenes read like stage direction. which is crazy bc they start fucking on page 42 and keep fucking every time they meet. they do NOT waste any time which was really refreshing. if only it was hot.

things mostly seem to happen to vineyard owner nicole— taking care of her dad (who dies quite early in the book) and the vineyard, her brother randomly shows up instead of her summoning him back to get some emotional closure (he doesn’t even show up for their father’s funeral), her gay bestie summons camille back after the third act breakup instead of nicole doing any emotional work and reaching out herself. everyone has at maximum one thing going on at a time that is neatly wrapped up before the next thing happens.

i think the 3.3 on goodreads is overly kind, but people seem to really love her other books so what do i know. maybe all these books ended up at the thrift bc their original owner was unlucky enough to somehow pick the worst book from each author and had to unload them.

watching

Cinderella (1950, dir. Geronimi, Jackson, and Luske) was on in the background while i was wrangling my bestie's children. probably the least scary (if you are not quite six or not quite two) disney princess movie. the bubble sequence makes me insane in a good way. i think this sort of thing is so easily replicated digitally that it looks unimpressive in 2025 but this shit is 75 years old!!! we were nineteen years away from landing on the fucking moon with a computer outpaced by my current microwave!!!

playing

having a real brain time with pokemon. i was gently bullied into playing the app two weeks ago by my best friend's husband after trying and failing multiple times to get into the actual video games, but after getting the 45 wins i needed to get the fanciest current event emblem i went ok great! i won pokemon! i am done with pokemon! and have sort of mentally checked it off in my head. anyway i loved my murkrow/toxicroak combo. loved to flip a coin. loved my darkness deck apparently.

the deck autobuild feature is really great bc i am able to basically hold my own while knowing nothing about pokemon other that what ive culturally osmosed. im assuming this is a pretty fun app if you like this sort of thing and your brain chemicals are balanced without outside assistance.

making

the baby i started this mint green baby blanket for is about to turn two in a couple weeks. better late than absolutely never i guess. my original notes called for 10 repeats but i think we're going to up that to 12, just finished the ninth repeat.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #SoundCloud

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Mountain Meadows Massacre

The Mountain Meadows Massacre (11 September 1857) was a conflict between the Mormons (Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) and the wagon train of the Baker-Fancher party, who were traveling through Utah to California, resulting in the deaths of 120 emigrants of the wagon train. The event is featured in the 2025 TV miniseries American Primeval.

The massacre is the best-known and most infamous of the Utah War (1857-1858), an armed conflict between the Mormon community of the Utah Territory and the US government. The Mormons had migrated to the region after repeated persecution in the United States, including the execution of their founder, Joseph Smith (l. 1805-1844), in Carthage, Illinois, in 1844. In 1846, Brigham Young (l. 1801-1877), Smith's successor, led his people to the Utah Territory, then part of Mexico, to establish a religious community outside of US government jurisdiction. By the time they reached their destination (now known as Salt Lake City, Utah) the region had become part of the United States.

In 1857, President James Buchanan (served 1857-1861), sent US military to the Utah Territory to establish order, which was seen by the Mormons as an attempt to continue the persecution they had faced in the United States. Brigham Young, who had been appointed governor of the territory by President Millard Fillmore (served 1850-1853) in 1851, responded by declaring martial law and forbidding any US travelers from crossing the territory without a permit from his office.

The Baker-Fancher party, knowing nothing of Young's proclamation or the rising tensions, were on their way to California when they were attacked by Mormons disguised as Paiute Native Americans along with actual Paiute allies on 7 September 1857. The wagon train defended themselves for five days until they were lured out by promises of safe passage and massacred by members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, resulting in the deaths of 120 men, women, and children above six years old.

The Mountain Meadows Massacre has been the subject of several works of non-fiction and fiction, most recently featured as the pivotal event in the miniseries American Primeval (2025), which, although it takes certain liberties with known historical events, is largely accurate in its depiction of the time period, the tensions in the region, and those associated with the 1857 massacre.

Mormon Migration West

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was founded by Joseph Smith in Fayette Township, New York, on 6 April 1830. In 1831, he moved the church to Ohio where he ran into trouble with the local authorities, who accused him of bank fraud. He then moved on to Missouri where non-Mormons rejected his teachings, eventually leading to the Mormon War of 1838. Smith then moved his congregation to Nauvoo, Illinois, in 1839, but by 1842, the church was again threatened by non-Mormons who objected to Mormon doctrine and practice, including the baptism of the dead and polygamy.

In 1844, while Smith was under arrest for inciting a riot, a mob stormed the jail in Carthage, Illinois, and killed him. His successor, Brigham Young, decided there was no place for the church within the confines of the United States and moved his people west in 1846 to the Utah Territory, which was then part of Mexico.

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#History #Mormon #USHistory #UtahWar

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Would've Could've Should've - Part 3

Happy New Year my lovelies! I hope 2025 has been good to you so far

I decided we'll kick off 2025 with a little bit of my yellow spandex toting husband. As always, @ken-dom your unwavering support must be acknowledged.

Previous parts here

As always, this NSFW 18+, but this go round I'm adding a big part B to this warning; being that this chapter contains SA and rape. If you don't know what the first acronym is, you understand a single word.

This warning does NOT come lightly.

PLEASE proceed with caution and mind your triggers <3

Y'all should know by now I rarely post one shots…..so yeah, this will be multiple parts….I’m just not sure on the final tally yet.

This is your final warning.... ^^^^^^^^^

6 moths earlier

You locked the door with a sigh, turning off the open sign. You turned on your heel, and jumped slightly realizing someone was still there.

You relaxed a little when you realized it was Logan.

“Jesus Logan,” you sighed “I thought you left”

He didn't answer, just got to his feet, his eyes locked on you, like a predator with prey.

“What?” You asked, slowing your steps, coming to a stop in front a few feet away.

He didn’t answer, just moved closer

You had never been unsettled by Logan before, quite the opposite actually, he was a regular, and god was he a hot mess…no one drank a bottle of whiskey a night who didn’t have some sort of fucked up trauma.

He wasn’t hard to look at, you flirted shamelessly and he tipped well.

That had been your regular routine for months, he had taken a liking to you or at least that’s what your coworkers had said. One night on your closing shift you had half jokingly hinted at the idea of sleeping together, told him you lived in the apartment upstairs. You had gotten into a bit of routine, a comfortable one, but now the bar was closed and it was just the two of you….and his eyes had a look like you’d never seen before.

He was quiet, you were both quiet, and unmoving.

And then he stalked forward, you moved backward just as quickly until you found yourself pinned against the back wall. Everyone else had been sent home for the night, you were alone, the smell of whiskey hung heavy in the air between you.

“You’re a fucking tease”

You watched as he dropped his hand, a single claw slowly appearing from between his knuckles. Heart beating hard against your ribcage.

“Logan-” you whispered, voice barely audible

Another hard swallow and you shook your head; your eyes fixed on the single blade as it came to rest between your cleavage

“I…I didn't -” you stammered “I wasn't-”

You squeezed your eyes shut as he reached and squeezed your jaw hard “Don't lie to me”

“I'm-” you opened your eyes “Logan…” you tried keeping your voice even and failed. Your customer service mask was starting to crack.

Still acutely aware of the blade between your chest.

Logan's eyes dropped from yours and you couldn't move, you didn't dare try

You watched as the single claw tore through fabric.

“Logan pl-”

You were cut off as your head made contact with the wall, giving you an instant headache.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, his bruising grip still around your jaw.

T-shirt now hanging uselessly with a clean slice down the front. Your chest rising and falling so rapidly you couldn't hide your fear even if you had wanted to.

You breathed heavily through your nose, a single tear slid down your cheek, pooling on the edge of his finger, where it gripped your cheek hard.

“I’m not going to hurt you” he breathed, hot against your cheek; despite his not drinking as much as he usually did, he was still drunk.

“You are hurting me” you said through clenched teeth

He hummed, cocking his head slightly, seeming to consider this

“What’s a little more then, hmm?”

He thrust you hard against the wall, knocking the wind out of you for a beat; you gasped as he hooked his claw where your bra met in the middle, pulling hard, the fabric separating, exposing your bare chest; but Logan seemed uninterested and you shivered, feeling a draft from somewhere in the empty building.

Your breathing quickened as you watched the tip of his claw press in the centre of your chest and he leaned forward, his weight keeping you stationary against the wall.

Running had crossed your mind, but even if you did manage to somehow overpower him, drunk or not, he could cover two of your strides in one; you were trapped.

You whimpered slightly as he pushed the tip of his claw harder against your skin

“Logan” you pleaded and it seemed to fall on deaf ears, his eyes fixed on the spot where his claw pressed into your flesh.

“It’s so….” he spoke quietly, almost to himself “Smooth” he finished

You watched him study you and all at once it clicked in your brain and it was like you could read his mind “Logan don’t-!

Your voice was cut short by your own shrill scream as a white hot pain exploded from your chest; your hands trying frantically to pull at Logan’s wrist, trying to stop him from dragging any further.

All at once, both of your hands were pinned against the wall over your head, gripped tightly in his other hand.

You gasped in pain, fighting to catch your own breath as tears streamed freely down your cheeks.

He laughed appreciatively “Ooh she's a screamer”

A tear slipped off the end of your nose as you dropped your head, watching your blood coat the shiny metal before he stopped just above your belly button.

You squeezed your eyes shut again, struggling to get air into your lungs.

“Does it hurt?” His brow furrowed slightly before he looked back at you

“Yes,” you rasped, voice barely audible

“Interesting…” he mumbled, again more to himself

Another swift slice, this time across your raised arms; your knees buckled as you screamed in pain. Logan’s grip on your wrists tightened to keep you upright as he hummed appreciatively. Warm blood trickled from the three fresh cuts across both arms. You hadn’t even noticed he had unsheathed the other claws.

You grit your teeth, swallowing hard, wrists aching, your chest throbbing, shirt stained with blood. Logan pulled you from the wall, and you practically tripped over your own feet as he dragged you through the bar and up the small narrow staircase to your apartment. You had mentioned in passing during one of his night long visits that you lived upstairs; apparently he had committed that fact to memory.

He wrenched the door open and threw you inside, kicking it shut again so hard your picture frames on the wall rattled from the impact.

When he finally released your wrists your arms immediately found their way around yourself. Logan stood in front of you, pacing back and forth, blocking your exit…although you didn’t really know where you’d go at two o’clock in the morning. The downtown wasn’t exactly busy at this hour.

So you opted to try something different…

“Logan, you don’t wanna do this” you spoke softly, your eyes never leaving his pacing form “Don’t do this…”

He stopped mid-stride, turning on his heel to face you directly.

“What is it you think I’m gonna do?” He asked, his voice low

“Kill me” you said simply, heart slamming in your chest

He just shook his head with an unnerving chuckle, advancing on you, and you instinctively took steps backwards.

“If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead” His eyes darkened as he spoke. Your eyes never left his, and you jumped slightly as your back hit the far wall. That unmistakable metallic ring as at that same second, claws glinted between his knuckles.

Before you had time to think, they were at your throat, forcing you to lean your head back against the wall.

“See?” he breathed, the slightest hint of amusement in his tone and you winced as claws dragged down the length of your neck, leaving behind tiny cuts in their wake. “Easy”

“What do you want then?” you panted, your neck stretched as far back as you could manage in an effort to avoid more injury. Afraid to hear the answer, but already knowing what it may be.

“You know,” he mused, stepping back only slightly “I watch you with them, every night; you dress like a slut, and you flirt your way through the entire bar for hours. He stressed the last word like it was something painful for him to witness.

“I don’t-” you started to protest and he thrust you against the wall, hard

“Shut, the fuck, up” he warned

You fell quiet, eyes slipping closed, as you fought to ignore the stinging coming from your cuts.

“You saunter around all night in this tiny fucking skirt, and don’t expect me to do anything about it?”

As he spoke, the hand not at your throat, forced its way between your legs. You fought to keep them closed, to no avail, he was stronger than you; even more so than you’d thought.

“Logan-”

A hot sting across your cheek, snapping your head harshly to the side you bit down hard on your lip, splitting it.

“I’m still speaking” he snapped “You’re Mine” he demanded through clenched teeth “Do you understand?”

You stood still, too afraid to speak

Logan’s attention turned to your bloodied lip, now that you were finally able to drop your head. His calloused thumb dragging deliberately slowly over the cut, making you whimper. His other hand, still between your thighs, you jumped when you felt the cold metal bite into the sensitive skin, followed by the all too familiar sting

He brought his now blood covered thumb to his own lips before sucking it clean.

You watched as his eyes slipped closed and seized your opportunity, with all the strength you could manage, praying it was enough, shoved him hard, using the wall to your advantage.

You had caught him off guard, sending him stumbling backwards. He landed hard on your glass top coffee table smashing it under the impact of his weight.

You ran for the door, yanking hard on the handle before your head snapped backward, Logan’s hand tangled in your hair, gripping hard. His free hand shoving the door closed.

“Where you going, little mouse?” he whispered next to your ear, your neck craned back at a painful angle.

You sucked air through your teeth, but didn’t answer.

“Not sure what part you didn’t understand” he growled, yanking you backwards, away from the door “You’re mine”

Your breath caught in your throat as you let out a laughing cry “I wouldn’t be yours if you were the last man alive” you strained “You’re a pathetic drunk”

“You really don’t learn, do you?” he laughed darkly

He pulled hard on his fistful of your hair and you tripped over your own feet as he dragged you down the hallway toward your bedroom.

You stumbled ahead of him as he pulled you into the bedroom, catching yourself on the edge of the bed before Logan’s hand, painfully gripping your shoulder, turned you to face him, pinning you against the mattress as he stripped his own clothes off; muscles rippling under his tanned, toned skin.

“Don’t know where you thought you’d get looking like that” he scoffed, playing with the tattered remains of your t-shirt.

“And now, you pissed me off”

Thick fingers closed around your throat, squeezing too hard. Your mouth dropped open, fighting for air as your feet left the ground and Logan picked you up by the throat, like you were a rag doll. Nails clawed uselessly at his forearm, little red welts disappearing almost as fast as you could make them.

He dropped you on the bed, and you gasped, filling your lungs with air as soon as you were able.

Then, before you could think to do much else, your head still spinning from lack of oxygen, he was there,looming over you, teeth bared as he tore the fabric of your skirt like tissue paper and thrust one hand between your legs.

You tried in vain to kick him off and failed, crying out as your knee twisted at an unnatural angle and he used his own knee to pin it to the bed.

You screamed, more in frustration than in pain. You struck him hard across the face, the ring on your finger, turned the wrong way around slicing him across the cheek.

He growled, deep in the back of his throat, grabbing your wrist tightly as you watched the tiny, insignificant cut disappear.

His grip was painful as his eyes locked with yours. “Move again, and I’ll break them”

You ignored him, wrenching your wrist free, striking him hard across the face a second time.

He sighed heavily, grabbing both wrists twisting hard, the bones splintered like cheap chopsticks.

You screamed with a hiccupping sob; the tough no nonsense exterior facade you used at work had long vanished.

Logan took both your wrists in one hand, thrusting them up over your head, the white hot pain shooting down the length of your arms. Using his free hand and his teeth to tear a chunk of fabric from your already ruined skirt, tying them tightly to the headboard.

You closed your eyes, catching your breath, but also trying with everything you had to pull your hands free. Your pulling only making the binds tighter and your vision go white with excruciating pain.

“Logan,” you pleaded “Please don’t do this, you don’t want to do this; I know you don’t”

Cheeks streaked with tears as you fought against every instinct to keep from vomiting from the pain

This made him snort with a laugh “Aside from what I drink, you don’t know anything about me”

His fingers curled around your extended forearm and pulled.

You screamed, breath catching in the back of your throat as you sobbed in pain. You couldn't even find your voice to beg him to stop.

His eyes raked over your naked, bloody body. One hand still between your thighs, fingertips of the other playing with the tacky drying blood that had dripped down your chest.

“I know what I want,” he spoke softly, not looking at you, but focused on his fingers drawing crude patterns in the blood over your skin; leaving goosebumps in their wake. “And I’m going to take it”

He shoved your legs apart, putting himself between them; fingers digging into the meaty flesh of your thighs as he kept you still; your sobs of pain and fear only drove him further.

A guttural scream as claws dragged themselves down both thighs, before hands gripped them painfully. Logan’s breath hot against your core as you felt fresh blood trickle down your thighs, staining your sheets.

“Not wearing any panties” he noted “And you’re going to tell me, you don’t want this?” he chided before his head dropped between your legs.

You pulled hard on your binds, screaming in pain before slipping into darkness.

***

You jerked awake, pain bringing back to your nightmarish reality

Twisting in the sheets, Logan’s hands gripping you tighter; until his tongue lapped at your centre. You cried out, the warm, wet sensation in stark contrast to all the pain he had inflicted.

The iron grip of his hands tightening as he fucked you with his tongue, and in spite of yourself, a moan slipped from between your lips.

You hated yourself for it… but it wasn’t painful.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking the little bundle of nerves with his tongue and you bit your lips together, fighting against the words threatening to spill from your lips. Fighting to keep yourself quiet.

The contrast of your screaming wrists, stinging thighs and the gentleness of his tongue were too many sensations at once.

Logan let out a hum of his own from between your legs, his tongue never stopped moving.

Your hips shuddered against his hands, desperate to feel anything other than pain and then, Logan stopped.

Your heart slammed against your ribcage, maybe he had thought better of it…maybe he changed his-

Your breath caught in the back of your throat, your body lurching upward on the bed, blazing hot pain shooting through your shattered bones making you scream as he thrust two thick calloused fingers inside you; your back arched off of the mattress as you cried out, desperate to catch your breath as Logan moved to lean over you.

“That's it”

You breathed hard through clenched teeth, letting out a broken sob as his fingers moved, thrusting…stretching…tearing.

You squeezed your eyes shut as tears streamed down your face and Logan’s free hand gripped your jaw hard “Look at me” he growled

When you didn't open your eyes he struck you hard across the face, gripping your jaw with a bruising strength.

“Don't make me break something else”

The pain of your wrists was enough to make you open your eyes; lashes wet and irises glassy, still gritting your teeth hard as he spoke

“We're gonna play by my rules” his breath hot against your cheek “Is that understood?”

You nodded with a grimace

“I can’t hear you” he snapped

You swallowed hard; your voice barely a whisper as you struggled to get out the word “Yes”

His fingers thrusting too hard, dragging over the same spot repeatedly; making you shudder underneath him. It had started to numb.

His hand still gripping your face hard, lessened if only a fraction, tipping your head down slightly, the tip of his nose meeting yours.

You swallowed hard, letting out a shaky breath, his fingers had slowed, but were still moving.

He stayed like that, hovering over you for what felt like an eternity, his breath mingling with yours as your arms ached painfully over your head.

Fingers gripping your chin tightly, keeping you where he wanted.

Fighting against his grip as he kissed over your face, across your jaw and down your neck. His tongue licking tears from your cheeks.

You gasped as his mouth latched on to your neck, sucking harshly; teeth piercing your skin, soothed immediately by his tongue. Making you cry out

He either didn’t notice, or didn’t care as he carried on down the expanse of your body; you whimpered each time his teeth would pierce your flesh, then gasp as he would run his tongue over the wound, making it sting slightly. Fingers still pumping with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“L-Logan please” you voice shuddered

Your senses were overloaded, your whole body shook under his hands as he reached the apex of your thighs.

He ignored you, moving lower, dragging the tip of his nose from the edge of your knee, all the way back up to the apex of your thigh; his breath hot and heavy against your skin. Then, more harsh bites, piercing skin, little droplets of blood beading off of the broken skin. Then his tongue, warm, wet and gentle, tasting you, making you sob.

Finally, as if he couldn’t stand any more, he sucked your clit into his mouth, his voice vibrating with a moan against the overstimulated bundle of nerves, making you scream. Logan hooked your legs around his shoulders, creating a different angle, you gasped hard, pulling even hard on the fabric around your wrists, voice breaking with the effort of another cry of pain as he tongue fucked you, teetering on the brink of an orgasm you didn't want; you squeezed your eyes shut, as your sobs filled your tiny bedroom.

His teeth scraped against your dripping folds, tongue lapping up everything your body had betrayed you to give him

Logan however wasn't ready to be finished.

His tongue continued dragging over your folds; making you gasp with each pass.

Your breath hitched in your throat, your entire body twitched as you let out a strangled cry, Logan's tongue relentless between your thighs.

You tried in vain to pull away, only for him to grip your hips in either one of his hands, and pin them to the bed.

Heels digging uselessly into the mattress, slipping on the sheets as Logan growled in protest.

You whimpered, twisting against him, his grip holding tighter on your hips as a second orgasm rocked your frame.

Your near screams like music to his ears.

He lifted his head, chin glistening with your slick; your chest burned as you caught your breath and he moved back up the length of your body; he smirked as you swallowed hard.

Heart feel like it’s going to explode out of your chest yet?” he asked, a sly smile playing on his lips.

You didn't answer, fresh tears slipped down your cheeks.

“Good”

Before you had a chance to breathe, the head of his cock pushed inside you; your cries muffled by the invasion of his tongue pushing between your lips. Your fingers digging into your own palms

He pulled his mouth from yours, leaning into your neck with a deep groan in your ear. “So fuck- so tight” he breathed through clenched teeth.

You sobbed, pinned underneath him; your body, mind and senses completely overwhelmed; feeling yourself being stretched to accommodate his swollen cock.

Hearing his strained growl against the shell of your ear as he thrust his hips, grinding against you, forcing you into the mattress.

You struggled to take a full breath; between your own sobs, Logan’s weight crushing down on top of you and your painfully overstimulated core, you couldn’t focus long enough to fill your lungs with air.

“Logan-” you choked out and earned a harsh bite to your neck, making you scream.

This earned a breathy laugh of approval next to your ear. “That’s it,” he said “I want you-” he paused “What was it you said?” he taunted “Pathetic?”

He drew out the last word in time with a slow deliberate movement of his hips, making you gasp and fight underneath him; more tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Please” you pleaded, your voice barely audible “I…”

The rest of your plea died in the back of your throat as squeezed your eyes shut; your entire body ached with need; a need for Logan to stop.

He was toying with you, you were nothing more to him than a plaything at this point; he knew he had broken you and he was relishing in it.

His teeth scraped up under your chin.

He lifted his head to meet your gaze, your eyes glassy and filled with tears. His dark and full of lust.

Your brow furrowed and you whined against his mouth as his tongue filled yours a second time.

He moaned into your mouth before prying his lips from yours and breathing hard, his hips never stopped moving

You turned your head and sank your teeth into his toned flesh, feeling the muscles flex in his arm as you pierced skin.

“Fuck” he boomed over you as your teeth let go; crying out as his hips stopped abruptly “Again”

Your teeth sinking into his bottom lip, nearly biting through as you pulled hard before he pulled away.

He let out a deep groan and he cocked his head slightly.

Both of you were panting hard; you watched the blood pool on his lip as he searched your tear stained face.

His lips twitched into the slightest hint of a smile as he licked the blood from his own lip.

“You’re just as fucked in the head as I am”

When you didn’t acknowledge his accusation his hips snapped roughly, making you scream; your arms instinctively pulled on your binds before you stopped abruptly. The pain too much

“Do it” he grunted against your neck.

Fresh tears streamed down your cheeks as his throbbing cock pounded relentlessly against your insides.

You sobbed as he gripped your extended forearms and yanked hard, the fabric biting into your broken wrists. Fingers bruising your arms as he gripped hard, chasing his release. Your screams only pushing him closer to the edge. He dropped his head, teeth sinking into your extended neck as you felt him spill inside you.

You could feel the vibration of his moan against your throat as you broke, shuddering sobs as your nails bit into your own balled fists, your body in so much pain your brain wasn't sure where to focus first. Voice breaking with a desperate strained cry as your body betrayed you with a second orgasm.

Your body shook all over and you cried out as he slid from inside you; hands tingling as he released your arms, blood returning to your fingertips.

You laid still, a handful more tears still sliding down your cheeks.

“See?” he whispered, lips moving against yours as he spoke; his breath mingling with yours. “Mine” he breathed, his lips dragging over yours as he reached to untie your shattered wrists and you bit back another scream of agony.

You felt his weight lift off of you, eyes still closed. You lurched forward as his calloused fingers grazed the inside of your thigh.

“No, please” you whimpered, weakly reaching to push his hands away and his fingers disappeared.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and left.

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