#rape one shot

[thesummerpetrichor]

𝓖𝓸𝓭’𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷

Dark!Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader

Summary: What you assumed would be a routine sale to a regular customer turns into a drug deal gone wrong when you realise it's not her, but her uncle, that has showed up to bury the hatchet

Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI you will be blocked. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT DDDNE, NONCON/R*PE, mentions of DEA, age gap [reader is in her early 20s Javi is in his 40s], reader sells drugs, reader wears a skirt, rough sex, semi public sex, knife and threats with blades, reader is actively experiencing Stockholm syndrome, degradation, dumbification, humiliation, victim blaming and punishment [he is teaching her a lesson], size difference [Javi is bigger than reader and can lift her], using panties as a gag, crying, very mean!Javi, domineering!Javi, slight praise, petnames, choking, creampie, unprotected P in V [don't do it!!] this is much darker than my other work. I may not have included something that could potentially trigger you, so please proceed with caution. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: Surprise dark Javi Peña for you lovelies. Please heed the warnings, this may not be for you, it gets pretty dark. If it isn't, scroll past. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Big thanks to @toxicanonymity for brainstorming with me about this like a year ago (when it was meant to be about Joel) lmao! I finally finished it!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!! Mwah!!

Masterlist

You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar

Go and tell that midnight rider

Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

What you did was a little side job, a way to make a quick buck after long school hours had tired you out beyond measure. Frankly, that was all you had to say about it. 

Business in the wealthy part of town was far from rough- kids in picket fence houses were your prime demographic, after all. They had the time, and they sure as hell had the money. If you weren’t going to supply it, someone else would. Of course, if their parents got a whiff of how their children scrambled to you like a pack of dogs you wouldn’t hear the last of it. 

It's not like anyone would have suspected anything to begin with– not from the neighbourhood’s golden child. But you had to thank your parents for that reputation. No one would expect something like that from a sweet thing like Sarah either- which is why you were surprised when she rang you up on your second phone shortly after her 18th birthday. 

It had been a couple of months since she’d been coming to you– before parties and such. You didn't ask many questions. She was only a senior, but who were you to play moral policeman? You were barely two years ahead. 

Besides, she wasn’t really a resident of your neighbourhood– just came to hang at her uncle’s every weekend. 

It probably felt a lot more dirty considering you knew him quite well. Well, knew was a strong word. Your parents were acquaintances and he’d helped fix the fence of your house a few years prior. You’d see him every now and then and even tried the batch of cookies Sarah had roped him into baking and sent over. 

He’d often see you around and ask about college and the like. He had quite a good impression of you and you just couldn’t stomach telling him you sold his niece drugs on the weekend. Especially because, when he wasn’t getting roped into baking cookies, in his day to day life, Javi P was your neighbourhood’s most beloved narc. 

You wondered how Sarah didn't let the fact that her uncle was the head of the DEA and its most notorious, cartel busting agent, deter her from calling upon your services. You couldn't deny, you felt quite bad. You usually wouldn't. His job be damned, something felt a little dirty about lying to a sweet, kind man like Javier. 

But that was not your problem. 

Everytime Sara showed up no qualms- with the money, and her backpack, in the exact location you instructed her to. 

Spring came and went. So did summer. And before you knew it she had become a regular. 

Which is why you weren’t irked at all when on a drizzly autumn Friday Sara had asked to meet you around 5pm in your usual spot– near the fence behind the Willson’s orchids– in between those brutalist brick sheds you’d sneak off to with boys you liked. 

She was punctual, in fact she was always there a good ten minutes before you showed up just to be sure– which is why you continued forward when you caught a shadow and a rustle of the leaves emerge from the shed’s side. 

You brushed a stay raindrop from the side of your cheek as you looked up at the grey, drab sky. Thank god for the leaves– they painted the brown of the path and all that stood in your way fiery reds, yellows and oranges. 

As you approached you heard the wet ground crinkle under your feet– the leaves and the mud swallowing your shoes with every step forward. You felt them stick to the soles, and you made a mental note to leave Sarah as quickly as possible as to not be late to family dinner. There was no way you could walk fast- or even briskly, considering the state of the ground. 

When you neared the shed and rounded the corner however, you noticed Sarah's shadow seemed to have caught the light a different way– looking a lot taller, a lot more elongated under the last of the autumn sun before the clouds completely eclipsed it. 

She looked a lot taller, a lot more imposing, with broader shoulders and a cut jaw, with short, curly, dishevelled hair. A crack of thunder sounded in the distance. At a moment you knew that shadow, and you scrambled back on your feet to get up and out the Wilson’s orchid. 

But the mud in the ground was damp from the rain, and your shoes were stuck to it like toffee, and before you could realise it was pouring rain. You stumbled on the garden rake that had been leant against the shed. 

A voice called your name from behind it.  

You might as well have thrown up seeing simple, warm eyed, cookie baking Javier Peña leaning up against the wall instead of his niece – looking neither simple nor warm eyed, and sporting the scent of a hard day’s work out on the field rather than the scent of baked goods. 

You desperately tried to suppress the lump in your throat as he came into full view. His white button up shirt was damp from the water the trees had been steadily dripping onto it, his hair dishevelled, curls haphazardly sticking to his forehead. Another crack of thunder sounded, closer this time, and you felt your sweater become all the more wet every passing second. 

For a moment you contemplated playing coy, but you knew that he knew exactly what you were doing there. If he had a problem with his niece ’s purchasing habits he ought to take it up with her, you were merely supplying a demand. And that was exactly what you told him– albeit a lot less courageously than you would have liked. You could barely recognise your own voice- monotonous and flat, but importantly shaky and scared. 

And he noticed. 

He scoffed, shaking his head and giving you a slow once over– in your tattered socks and sneakers. “Disturbing the peace of this neighbourhood, corrupting the kids with your behaviour. You’re ruining it.” 

“I-” a leaf drifted through the wind and landed on your wet hand, cutting you off as you squeaked, dusting it off yourself. 

He stepped to the side, then took another menacing step in front of you. By the time he’d met you chest to chest you were backed up against the wall without realising it– unable to escape, trapped. He smiled at you- tight, and sickly sweet. He reached for the damp hem of your skirt. You felt your skin crawl under his touch. 

“Goddamn. To think I thought ya were a good one” he shook his head, a humourless laugh ringing in your ears. “Should’ve known…” You shivered when he lifted his hand to your cheek, stroking your face with his thumb and a false sense of gentleness. 

“Those whorey little skirts- tight lil tops” the lump in your throat grew as he continued, mind blank and racing simultaneously. It was nothing short of appalling. His words were harsh and cruel. His hands dropped to the waistband of your skirt, fingers slipping in to curl it. He didn't care that you recoiled at the touch, and attempted to shake off his prying gestures. He laughed again. “‘S the only way remembered ya played tennis” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, watching horrified as he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you backwards. Your back hit the shed once again, more violently than the time before thanks to his push, his voice had picked up that aggressive tone that had simmered down since he first started talking once again, and you felt your heart jump at the change. 

“Y’a poor dad thought I was so invested in your lil family…”  his fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, toying with your sweater to expose your soft flesh to the harsh cold of the autumn rain. Each swipe of them leaving a trail of fire behind. 

You didn't dare meet his eyes, nauseous at the very thought. You caught a bolt of lightning strike behind his back, the grey sky complimenting the tone of the entire situation. The fingers that had been drawing shapes on your hip had slid up your chest to find home around the column of your throat, and as they squeezed– gently but threateningly, you felt your legs finally begin to give way under you.  “Shame ya ain’t a good girl huh..” 

“Real fuckin shame.” he shook you lightly, and your hands flew to grip his wrist. Unsurprisingly, your efforts were to no avail. His hand maintained the unrelenting grip on your throat, his eyes trained on yours like a predator. You screwed your own shut, unwilling to meet the fury in his. 

The sound of the swish of a blade barely registered in your head. Before you could look down to catch a glimpse of the utility knife Javi had clicked into place, it was being pressed gently against your jugular. “To think ya had the nerve baby…” 

The blade grazed your skin, a hair away from piercing your skin and slicing it open. “Couldn’t even keep yourself away from the girl with a DEA agent for an uncle?” The tear that streaked its way down your cheek almost burned a hole in your skin. Followed by what seemed like a thousand more, your watery eyes set you a harsh reminder of the mess you’d fallen into. And yet you couldn’t seem to muster up the courage to actually respond to him. 

Javier seemed to like those tears though. “Oh baby, babygirl…” the hand that wasn't holding the blade against your skin came to gently cup your cheek. “Shhh, shhh, my babydoll.” With his thumb Javi wiped the tracks off your face, leaning down and kissing the dampness lightly on each side. The touch of his lips made you wince.  “Don't wanna cause a ruckus..” That sweetness of his voice made you shiver, made your chin wobble. 

“Please, Mr-” 

You yelped, feeling that blade press just a little harder against your neck, then drag itself to lift up the hem of your sweater and move under to shift between your breasts. “I said shut that whore mouth.” There it was, that harsh, cruel tone once again. You felt the blade drag up and down your skin, then hook at the collar of your warm sweater to slice through that cable knit pattern you so loved. 

The sound of the wool fraying and splitting apart rang in your ears, distracting you momentarily as Javi bunched up the fabric of your skirt, grabbing you by the thighs and hoisting you up against the rough wall of the shed. You had no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist to keep yourself stable, and away from the knife that was so close to your throat. 

The rain thundered and came down against you, its sounds drawing out your weeping and whimpering. A sheet of mist and water engulfed the both of you in a horrid blanket of union. You felt Javier’s hard length press against your clothed core and you shivered. Despite it all you felt your panties dampen at the contact. 

He chuckled against your skin, knowingly, mockingly, and slid his fingers between you to rub your now wet cunt through your panties. “Cant even help yourself can you?” you felt the arousal pool in your panties, but shook your head nonetheless. Your eyes rolled back at the feel of his fingertips drawing slow circles on your clit. “Look at that, sluts gettin’ all wet and achy, huh?” 

The thunder and lightning only picked up pace as his calloused fingers pulled your panties aside roughly, fingertips grazing your swollen, sensitive flesh. “Fuck, such a pretty pussy” The elastic of your waistband tugged against your soft skin, rubbing against you– leaving you sore, tender. You were dripping, and the feeling made you turn your head away from Javier in disgust. 

He notched his tip at your drooling entrance and you whined, wiggling your hips to shake off the desire that stirred in your tummy. “Don’t ya worry baby, gonna take care of this tight little snatch.” You shook your head no, and he only responded with a laugh. 

In a sharp, single thrust you felt his throbbing, hard length stretch you open. There was no mercy, no grace period, just a snap of his hips towards yours and his cock parting your insides in that cruel, uncaring manner. “Y’a gonna shut your ass up take what I give to ya because it looks like you’ve got no choice.” 

“Excited for family dinner? Gonna be a lot more fun when you’ve got my cum leaking out of ya.” The length of him stretched you open, no time to adjust with his sharp, quick thrusts. The pain came in sharp just the same way, made you wince and squirm at the burn. 

You had never felt so full, every sensitive spot inside you being nudged just the right way by his cock. He continued to thrust inside your wet heat, fast and deep. A tightness began to build in your tummy. 

His thumb brushed your lip and the urge to part your lips to take it into your mouth for a sense of comfort overtook you. Had you not been as frozen as you were, you would have acted on it. But that thumb pressed itself against your lips, a silent order to hush yourself as Javi’s thrusts became all the more gruelling, faster, harder, harsher. 

“Ya’ might be an adult- but y’a sure as hell act like a dumb little girl” The drag of his cock against your throbbing walls had an unwelcome moan tumbling from your lips–the pleasure more horrifying than the pain. His words had your stomach flip flopping. 

His fingers wrapped firmly around your throat, palm placing enough pressure against your skin to stutter your breathing. “Listen baby, I know words are really fuckin hard… they’re so big, and confusing. Too much for your pretty little head.” He heard you heave a loud, stuttery breath, but left his hand where it was for a few more agonising seconds. “So I had’ta’ tell you a way ya understand” 

You felt the blade that had momentarily lost contact with your flesh drag slowly against your waist and under your skirt. Yet again the sound of fabric ripping rang in your ears, the elastic of your panties snapping against your hips only marginally less painful than the feel of Javier's thick cock splitting you open. When you turned your head to catch Javier’s gaze, his own eyes were inspecting the tattered white cotton that had once had a place on your hips between his fingers. 

“Goddamn. Pretty even underneath it all? Expected something more…” He laughed maliciously, then turned his head like he was searching for the right words. “Slutty…..? whorish?” His relentless thrusts didn’t cease. “But goddamn, like keepin’ it holy dont ya?” His hips snapped towards yours again, and he groaned in pleasure. “You ain't foolin’ me.” 

“No-” you were promptly cut off, face unable to dodge his hand. Javier rolled his eyes, annoyed by how animated you were being– too much for his liking. He forced the fabric into your mouth, and you had no choice to let him.

“Goddamn, that college degree don't count for much huh? That oughta shut you up, bitch.” Soon enough, and to your horror the wetness between your legs began to spread, each movement of his prompting more sounds of pleasure than pain to embarrassingly get muffled against the fabric of your own panties. 

The way his brow furrowed, the vein on the side of his neck bulged from the strain, from how good you felt around him, from the way your pussy was milking his cock, it was all a lot more appealing of a sight than you were willing to acknowledge at the moment. “Fuck, should try whoring out this pussy for some extra cash too.” 

“Next time ya wanna make a buck, walk that pretty little ass down the block” Splinters from the wooden shed wall grazed your skin, poking through the cable knit ever so slightly, an uncomfortable little pinch that palled in comparison to the delicious stretch of his cock splitting you open. 

“Would be nice. Won’t have to drive on down to the whore house.” His cock thrust achingly out of your wet heat, building a tension inside you so strong it set your skin on fire. “Would fuck this pretty little cunt in my bed.” Your hips felt heavy, the spot between your thighs tense, aching with a desperate need to feel a release that had unwillingly been building inside you. 

“Fuck ya till you’re a mess.” He growled in your ear, lips ghosting your skin. “That’d be nice, huh? Might let ya scream that time..” The image of Javier shoving you on his bed and taking care of you flashed in your mind– perhaps a soft, gentle, deep lovemaking that you were horrified to find appealing at the moment. 

At some point the expanse of his chest became a security, his broad, looming shoulders a sickening comfort. “Look at you- fuckin liking it. Tight little snatch squeezin’ my cock.” If perhaps that gentleness had come to you some other way you would’ve died for it, but now you were crooning for it, silently begging for it, for some respite, for a sick sort of comfort that gave you butterflies. 

What you had thought to be the unbelievable, the merciful, law abiding, law enforcing protector of the innocent and the weak, was ripping you apart piece by piece, watching you crumble around his cock, your eyes roll back with that pleasure you couldn’t ignore, your hands reach for him because you pined for the gentleness he had given you a taste off.

Your sweater caught the wood of the shed, you were sure it was full of holes at that point, the knit pattern ruined forever, something to remind you of the way your pussy quivered around his cock. “Look at that… fuck… bein’ a good girl now arent ya? Learning how to behave.” The obscene sound of your wetness, the squelch of his cock pumping in and out your swollen, abused cunt had you cringing, had your heart pounding desperately against your chest. “Never too late to change your ways.. Feels so good you can't help yourself huh? Just wanna cum..” He closed the blade that he had previously had a close grip on and shoved it into his pocket. 

Your mouth loosened around the damp fabric of your panties, pleasure shooting up your spine and making your toes curl. “That's it, learnin’ well now, aren't we?” You felt hot and cold simultaneously– a chill of terror so strong you began to sweat. He pulled your hips against his, chuckling at your desperate squirming in an attempt to put off your release. 

Javier caught your face between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing your cheeks and relishing in the sight of you drooling around your panties. Showing some mercy, he pulled the fabric from between your lips, tossing it onto the dirty ground. “Wonder why a slut like you would even bother with these?” He chuckled in your ear, then pressed a sloppy kiss against your neck. 

His tip brushed that sweet spot inside you, made you tighten your thighs around his waist. “Feel so fucking good.” You felt your chest burn, your pussy bare down on his cock. The tension inside you finally snapped, a ragged moan escaping from your throat and slipping past your lips. You felt yourself gush and quiver around his cock, whole body on fire with the intensity of your release.  

“That's a good girl– fuck” His voice was strained and low, a gravely sound dripping like honey from his lips as he neared his release. The praise made your heart flutter. With a few final, sloppy thrusts Javier’s hips stilled, his cock twitching and throbbing inside you– painting your still fluttering walls with his spend. 

You felt your pussy clench around nothing when he pulled out. 

He pressed his head on the shed wall beside your cheek, catching his breath. The smell of cigarettes off his hair finally registering in your mind– something you were perhaps too preoccupied to notice prior. Another stray tear slid down your cheek, along with an ice cold raindrop that fell from the sky. 

Javier’s hand reached for your face and you flinched. He stroked your face and took it in with his eyes once again. You dared to meet his cold, unwavering gaze– so detached you wondered if he even registered life in anyone else's. Their browns drew you in despite this, and called you to make a home in them. 

He sighed, dropping your thighs from his hold and pressing you against the shed with his body.You felt his spend leak out of you and drip onto your thighs obscenely. Your hands flew to grip his shirt to maintain your balance, but Javier was quick to step back. 

Your knees shook violently as he finally retreated from the side of the shed. The damp soil and crackly leaves clung to your wet thighs as gravity forced you to the dirty ground. Instinctively you pressed your back against the shed, bracing yourself for another one of Agent Peña’s cruel jabs. You caught a glimpse of your white panties– dirty, torn and unusable, discarded on the ground. 

Worse however, you watched him fix his shirt and jeans as you trembled and caught your breath, paying you no mind whatsoever. With his body no longer shielding you from the rain you felt the gentle thud of the raindrops against your cold skin, drenching you even more than before. 

When you sank your fingers into the mud to find your bearings you felt a tickle on the inside of your ring finger. You looked down momentarily to catch a stay earthworm wriggle out from beside your hand and attempt to scurry away. 

You yelped, bringing your hand to your chest, and tucking your knees further into your front– too exhausted to pick yourself up off the ground. 

Javier's soft snicker rang in your ears like a merciless, menacing bell. When you finally looked back at him it felt even more dirty than the first time. His face scrunched in displeasure at the sight of you huddled on the ground, your clothes and overall appearance dishevelled. “Got fuckin lucky today, dirty bitch.” His words made you shiver. 

He stalked over to your hunched form once again, towering over you. His shadow covered your entire body in its shade as the evening sun peaked out from under the clouds, the final drops of the shower cascading down the sloped roof of the shed and onto your damp shoulders. 

“I better not see ya around Sarah again.” 

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand

Workin' in the dark against your fellow man

But as sure as God made black and white

What's down in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

This one was much on the darker side, but I hope you enjoyed! Thank you to everyone who reblogs and engages with my work- you keep me writing!! 💗🐝

[dootznbootz]

I don’t have a link but I saw a post along the lines of “EPIC fans trying to gaslight themselves into thinking Odysseus wouldn’t cheat (he does in the books)” and I nearly had a conniption.

Some people WERE arguing he was assaulted, but other people were saying it depends on the interpretation and saying he has a child with Circe and that he stays on the island with her for a year. I also saw someone say he was just lying about being assaulted on another post about it.

The Odyssey/EPIC fandom is so exhausting I’ve thought about blocking everything sometimes ngl. It’s so hard to filter out posts like that. But there’s so much amazing art and content about it I don’t want to stop seeing it.

No, like that's the struggle of it.

I Love Epic and I technically got into the Odyssey BECAUSE of Epic. But I'm a hardcore Odyssey girly. I adore it so much. I've read 8 translations at this point because I love it so much and it's fun for me! And Epic is in no way a replacement for the Odyssey (Jay even says that it's not! he's simply inspired by the Odyssey) and it feels like high quality fanfiction of the Odyssey (FUN! JOYOUS WHIMSY! I still like it! :3 ).

But holy shit, like, both Epic AND Tagamemnon fans can be so fucking exhausting. (I am a fan of both. I can say this.)

(Obviously I'm not talking about everyone. <3 I've made many friends and have met lovely people in both fandoms.)

Like while yes, Epic!Odysseus isn't coerced/raped by either of the goddesses, that's simply because of the fact that Jay simply felt like he wasn't well equipped to handle such dark topics to that extent. And I honestly respect him for that! He knows his limits with the story he wanted to tell and that's good! And in general I think he did a fantastic job handling the aspects of it he did touch on (Coercion with Circe's threatening in "There Are Other Ways" is done well imo.)

(ngl, I kind of take back what I said about "Not Sorry for Loving You". I think a lot of my reaction was initially from my fear of how fandom would react. But I've been delightfully surprised seeing how (for the most part) Epic Fandom has really come through to show the "fucked up-ness" of that song)

THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT ODYSSEUS IN THE ODYSSEY IS A SHITTIER HUSBAND BECAUSE HE, IN THE ANCIENT TEXT, CANNOT SAY NO TO A GODDESS.

Greek Mythology isn't like Percy Jackson where 12 year old Percy beat Ares. (I was a PJO KID TOO!) It's not "Odysseus didn't try hard enough" fucking victim blaming btw because HE LITERALLY CANNOT REFUSE OR THEN HE'LL (AND HIS FRIENDS IN THE CASE OF CIRCE) WOULD DIE!!!

Like I wrote a whole ass essay on Circe's Situation (I feel so preachy and shitty about having to constantly bring it up but I will as much as I have to to get people to listennnn) and in general, if you can't see what's happening with Calypso, you've got your head up your ass and/or are just looking away because you don't like the actual implications of what's happening. For the main "gripe" I've seen with Calypso with how "He enjoyed her company at first", @lyculuscaelus has a great essay breaking that down.

And before? ODYSSEUS HAS NO LISTED CONCUBINES! And he brings up Penelope often in the Iliad!

And the whole "lying about being assaulted", I'm sorry but if someone is holding the "Men were so sexist that they couldn't possibly care about the women in their lives or have been victims" idea, then why would Odysseus willfully share that he was raped by women? Who, as they say, were viewed beneath him? Why would he lie about something that would put him in such a humiliating light?

Btw, Menelaus (sealy boy!!!) even says that he's being held captive by Calypso with what he learned from Proteus! Menelaus isn't known for telling stories!

I feel bad as like, I used to LOVE going into the tags and finding creators I haven't seen before and cheering them on! Art and Fics and yay! But like... It's sometimes so disheartening going in there and seeing nonsense or bad takes ;~;

Honestly, as much as I DO enjoy Epic, I think that hopefully once the hype dies down a lil, it'll chill out more :') We'll all be okay!

[unforth]

We are one Iowa caucus into the absolute shitshow that is going to be the US 2024 elections, and I'm already sick of seeing takes downplaying the risk that Trump and his fascist followers represent.

Look. Around 1900, my mother's grandparents immigrated to the Lower East Side of New York City. They brought with them children born in Europe (Poland? Ukraine? which country they were in depends on what year we're talking about) - we're not 100% sure they were THEIR children, even, but there were three, and they were young, and they came. But my great-grandparents had siblings, parents, cousins, uncles, aunts, huge families. And while my understanding is that an attempt was made to convince those folks to move to the US, none of them ultimately opted to.

They all kept in touch as they were able, exchanging letters and pictures, but through World War 1, through the 20s, through the Great Depression, through the worsening situation in Europe in the 1930s, my entire extended family who chose not to immigrate...continued to stay.

I think we all know how this story ends.

I have an entire family photo album of people whose names I will never know, because after every single one of them died in the Holocaust, my great-grandparents and grandparents couldn't bear to even label them. And they were PEOPLE, poor, vibrant, eager to maintain connections with their loved ones abroad. One was a Klezmer musician, and we have photos of him with all the different instruments he played. They're so real on the page, and they all ended in ashes.

And you know how that started? Fascism started with every inch allowed, with every well-intentioned moderate who tried to maintain a middle position even as the whole ground shifted right beneath their feet and even "middle" became extreme, every "no that change isn't coming fast enough, I want instant full improvement NOW" liberal who felt that doing nothing was better than accepting a slower improvement in the (truly awful!) post-World War 1 living situation in Germany.

Most of the members of my extended family also downplayed the risks. They never imagined that the worst could happen to them. They never fathomed how bad things could become.

And now I have their example always before me to know and to scream:

I KNOW HOW BAD THINGS CAN BECOME. I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FAMILY THEN.

I WILL NOT LET THAT HAPPEN TO MY FAMILY NOW.

People look at me like I'm crazy when I say I've got our passports ready (and have had since before the 2020 election).

Look. I don't know what will happen if Trump is elected, but there's a very real possibility he will, and he's been extremely clear about saying what he'll do. He did a lot of the things he said he'd do last time. I expect he'll continue to do the things he says he'll do. And the things he say he'll do will lead to the deaths of more people than we can imagine - in the US, in Palestine, throughout the world.

Don't tell me there's a middle ground here. Don't tell me I'm over-reacting. Don't tell me the worst won't happen. Don't tell me the risk is mild. Don't tell me we're safe.

We. Are. Not. Safe.

The lives of dozens, hundreds, of members of family were lost in the 1940s amid the horrifying statistic "6,000,000 dead Jews."

I will not let my life (as a Jew), my wife's life (as a disabled woman), my son's life (as a biracial boy), my daughter's life (as a biracial trans girl), be part of the statistics that come from our a second Trump presidency.

If you won't vote like YOUR life depends on it, vote like someone ELSE'S life depends on it, because IT DOES.

And if you can't even do that much, at least shut the fuck up and stop spreading your poison around. You're wrong. The danger is real. Downplaying it now won't make your conscience feel any clearer when it actually happens, and comforting everyone else downplaying it will just make you that much more complicit.

[dykedvonte]

Mini rant below and in the tags, the only time I’ll talk about this and my personal take on it.

The way people talk about hypothetical male Anya on Twitter and the idea of how Mouthwashing would play out if the genders were swapped makes me remember how people still don’t take sexual assault and rape with male victims with the same gravity, especially when the perpetrator is female.

[alicentflorent]

HOTD really should pick a fucking lane when it comes to Aegon and what kind of person they want him to be. Last season they introduced adult Aegon by having the opening scene be of teenage servant coming forward as aegons rape victim and aegon himself showing no remorse when confronted. Then the following episode he’s revealed to be down right sadistic because he bit only rapes, but he watches children in fighting pits for entertainment and profit, he SA’d Aemond by forcing him into a brothel when he turned 13. The show wanted him set up as their version of joffrey. Cruel and depraved, someone capable of being a worthy opponent/villain for Rhaenyra simply because he’s capable of sick and evil things. Then comes 2.01 and they’ve (yet again) done a complete 180 with his character by reverting him back to the teenage version of aegon, clueless about politics, definitely an asshole but not quite a villain, more of a comedic character than a super dark one. Either you want a character to be a clear cut villain or a grey character that we can sympathise with and understand at first but we continue to watch them become more irredeemable. They failed in writing one nuanced character that is somewhere in between these two versions who they are building up to become more sinister and a bigger threat as the war goes on

[lemonyos]

Blushing Insecurity by calamityin

( M | 1 | 7,434 )

Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Bart Allen/Kon-El | Conner Kent Characters: Bart Allen, Kon-El, Tim Drake Additional Tags: Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, One Shot, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Not Beta Read, Not Canon Compliant, Canon Universe, Friendship/Love, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Cussing, Angst, Mental Health Issues, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Insecurity, Kissing, Panic Attacks, Humor, Pre-Relationship, Healing, Miscommunication, Confusion, Relationship Reveal, Misunderstandings, First Kiss, Angst with a Happy Ending

“I just had a nightmare,” he said around a forkful, “I didn’t mean to call him, but I was sitting outside and it got lonely. We need a new plant." Tim shook his head and pointed his fork at Bart. “Absolutely not! I don’t know what you did to Adeline, but I was finding pieces of her for months. I am not bringing another plant into this apartment just for you to massacre it.” Bart pouted. “Okay, but that means you can’t complain when I invite people over because there’s no one to talk to in the middle of the night.”

[silphilis]

maybe id like forcemasc more if u guys were being cool about it but all i see is shtick like ‘im gonna make you my pretty princess boy put on these extremely revealing mini shorts. theyre for boys because they’re blue’ lady, i was gonna do that anyways but its not because i was having a masc moment, the fuck?

[thesummerpetrichor]

God's gonna cut you down

it was on my mind so I made this

OH MY GOD! Tox!! I have no words. I am so so honoured. This is absolutely gorgeous. From the colours, to the ripped sweater, to the little pops of orange from the leaves. And of course Javi’s knife. It’s like you jumped into my head and constructed exactly what the day was like! A sweaty, angry, and stealthy Javi to top it all off?!

He’s so comfortable finding his way around that shed, it’s almost like he’s been there before… 👀 not unlike the reader!

Sweaty, rain soaked, dark Javi and I thank you so immensely. This means so much!!! 💗🙏 love you!

Gods Gonna Cut You Down: Dark!Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader

[dootznbootz]

What’s your opinion on the whole ‘Odysseus is ACTUALLY the son of Sisyphus’ like where does that myth come from? I don’t think it’s that well known and I don’t think many people ascribe Odysseus with Sisyphus but it does make me wonder how such statement came to be

Sorry this took so long😭I really loved this ask and wanted to really have the time and energy to answer it!

So for the sources for it, nysus-temple has a great post on it. (another for good measure) I recommend asking them too!

From what I know for the myth, Autolycus has beef with so many people because he was a lil shit. Sisyphus decides to either seduce or rape Anticlea as revenge. Laertes marries her. (Laertes was an Argonaut, so I'd like to think that Jason being his friend AND Anticlea's half-sibling played a bit of a part)

I also think that it was possibly slander against Odysseus with how he's "a man of many turns". Sisyphus didn't honor xenia and was just an overall ass to many people but he was smart. A lot of people don't see him as a good man. Odysseus is very similar in many ways so I believe that this was meant to insult Odysseus as many people did not like him.

My Opinions PERSONALLY will be down below. (aka DO NOT take anything I say down below as fact. I'm just silly :P )

I plan to write it to be unknown.

For what I'm planning for Laertes and Anticlea's love story, has a lot to do with the whole "argonaut and friend of Jason". After what happened to Anticlea, Autolycus wasn't sure what to do and Laertes wanted to marry her. (I'm weird and think the idea of Odysseus and his mother going through the same thing would be interesting to pick apart :') ) Laertes secretly always admired her. Autolycus heard of this quiet country bumpkin and was like "Yeah. You seem good." Odysseus is born 9 months later. And it's unknown who's the father but it doesn't matter to Laertes.

Odysseus in mine takes after Anticlea physically in practically every way. (My post on his appearance in my fics) Ctimene also takes after Anticlea quite a bit but she has Laertes' eye color and her being more "stout" like he is.

Odysseus is around 13 when he first hears rumors about Laertes not being his dad and that Sisyphus is. That's a lot on him. It really bothers him when people try to say that he's actually Sisyphus' son. Just because he's smart and a lil shit doesn't mean that he's his son. He just takes after his mom's side of the family. And it means so so much to Odysseus that his dad loves him regardless.

[rurangslittleplace]

Porque te llevaste algo muy mío, quizás no pueda perdonarte (Gerard Way/fem!reader) (publicado originalmente en AO3)

✮⋆˙ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ::: 𝐺𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

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𝑀𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒

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✮⋆˙ 𝐂𝐖𝐬 ::: 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊, 𝑁𝐶𝑂𝑁

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

No era para nadie un secreto tu gusto por la literatura, la poesía, la cultura en general, tampoco que vivías encerrada en la biblioteca del colegio cuando tu casa era silenciosa, solitaria y por alguna razón agobiante, cosa que tomaba lugar la mayor parte del tiempo. No te avergonzabas de tener siempre la nariz metida en los libros, porque realmente nadie te dijo nada al respecto, la gente de tu colegio no se burlaba de ti, siquiera volteaban a verte y te parecía lo mejor.

Asi que como de costumbre ahí estabas en la biblioteca del colegio, que en realidad era también una biblioteca popular de la ciudad. Buscabas libros sobre el renacimiento o el humanismo, algo que te haga olvidar los dos libros extensos que leíste sobre el catolicismo y la religión en el medievo, te perturbó bastante. Tan pronto como te movías por los estantes buscando autores o títulos que resuenen en tu cabeza chocaste con alguien, algo sobresaltada te giraste a su dirección a pedir disculpar, lo normal. Aquel chico, no tan alto, pero aún así más alto que tu solamente se limitó a proporcionarte una sonrisa tímida, torcida o retorcida, no sabías bien. Volviste a fijar tu vista en el libro que había llamado tu atención, lo sacaste con cautela y observaste su portada, título, autor, etc, esas mierdas.

Lo llevaste a una de las grandes mesas vacías que habían en la gran biblioteca, lo abriste y comenzaste a leer el clásico sin tantas vueltas, quizás a la página 35 sentiste la silla de enfrente tuyo en la mesa chillar y moverse, concentrada en la lectura no prestaste atención a quien se había sentado frente a ti. Lo que sí le prestaste atención fue a los ruidos que hacía, como golpeaba la mesa o la movía, cuando arrastraba la silla, o suspiraba pesada y ruidosamente. Ante esas distracciones te viste obligada a levantar la vista con fastidio palpable, mirando al chico de antes, esperabas que tu mirada lo dijera todo pero él sonrió (re)torcidamente como antes, pero con sorna.

"¿Qué?" dijo con la vista fija en tu rostro. No esperabas tal descaro, sabías que él sabía lo molesto que estaba actuando. "Estás molestándome, ni siquiera estás leyendo nada" contestaste, esperando que sea suficiente para callarlo o en el mejor de los casos hacer que se fuera. Pero en cambio arrebató el libro de tus manos y sin siquiera importarle si marcaste o no la página que leías, lo cerró para observar el título. "¿Romeo y Julieta? ¿Estás pasando por un mal de amores o algo así?" dijo con gracia, como si estuviera conteniendo una risa burlona. Ahora fuiste tu quien le arrebataste el libro de las manos "Literalmente no te importa" dijiste más molesta que antes, y en respuesta el muchacho levantó las manos haciendo un pequeño gesto de rendición "Sin sonar cliché, me llamo Gerard" dijo sin abandonar su sonrisa llena de sorna. Soltaste un bufido y volviste a abrir la página en donde lo creías haber dejado, no estaba en tus planes contestarle. Extendió sus manos para estrechar la tuya "Un gusto, T/N" dijo y levantaste la mirada del libro ¿Cómo y por qué sabía tu nombre? Como sea esbozaste una mueca y ladeaste la cabeza "¿Cómo sabes mi nombre?" dijiste y él rio ante tu gesto. El muchacho, Gerard, pensó por algunos minutos como contestar "Digamos que, de 15 libros que vine a buscar, trece se los había llevado una tal T/N T/A" rio y tu ceño se suavizó. "¿Ah, sí?" dijiste disimulando el muy sutil interés que comenzaba a crecer. "Sí" contestó y luego de unos momentos de silencio, donde rendida y sin fé en el rumbo de la conversación decidiste seguir leyendo tu libro.

Rendida y sin fé en el rumbo de la conversación, curioso. Siquiera podrías recordar el tiempo que pasaron hablando, sabías que saliste de tu casa a las 14:02, llegaste, por ende a la biblioteca a probablemente las 14:15, cinco minutos hablando con la recepcionista que tan bien te conocía, 14:20, veinte minutos buscando un libro para leer, 14:40, finalmente el reloj dio las tres cuando este individuo, Gerard, comenzó a fastidiarte. Sabes varias cosas, pero principalmente que a las 3 PM lo conociste, y llegaste a casa a las diez, él se ofreció a acompañarte, era buena onda, te cayó bien.

Pasaron quizás dos o tres meses de eso, ahora eran muy amigos, no se si mejores, pero bastante inseparables por ahora. A medida que lo conocías más te interesaba, tenía dos años mas que tu y tampoco tenía muchos amigos, por no decir que ninguno. Él sabía cuan solitaria era tu casa, que tus papás no estaban casi nunca, al principio pensó que era genial, como vivir solo, pero luego vio cuanto te afectaba y cambió rápidamente de opinión. Como sea actualmente se encontraban en tu cama de dos plazas, bebiendo un vodka barato que compró Gerard hace un par de días, sabía un poco raro, más amargo de lo normal pero dedujiste que era porque se veía barato, ninguno hablaba pero no había tensión, era bastante cómodo, quizás por la calma que sentías estando con él, o porque el vodka siempre te producía lo mismo: Vulnerabilidad. Luego de ambos bajarse una botella te sentías mareada, tu cabeza daba vueltas y pesaba más de lo normal, tenías la mente nublada y tu cuerpo se sentía muuy pesado, si intentabas moverte sentías la estática dentro tuyo y todo tu cuerpo adormecido, el vodka nunca te había provocado un adormecimiento tan intenso. Cerraste tus párpados por unos momentos, pues pesaban y la luz de la habitación comenzaba a encandilarte, despertarte lo que pareció casi al instante al sentir la mano de Gee en tus cabellos negros, abriste los ojos y lo viste sonriéndote, no era raro que lo hiciera, pero esta vez se veía diferente, quizás por el alcohol precario en tu sistema, se veía como una mirada amorosa, no supiste bien si amorosa de un hermano a su hermana, de un padre a su hija o de un novio a su novia. Simplemente sonreíste de vuelta y cerraste los ojos, los abriste nuevamente al sentir un ligero peso arriba tuyo, y como la cama se hundía, abriste los ojos y lo viste a horcajadas sobre tu torso, te preguntaste fugazmente porque él sí podía moverse, porque no se veía tan afectado si habían tomado casi lo mismo. No te inmutaste, al menos no hasta que sentiste sus manos frías y callosas debajo de tu remera, tocando tu piel descubierta y cálida. "¿Por qué me tocas?" dijiste risueña e ingenua, sin hacer mucho por quitártelo de encima, pues no podías. "¿Alguna vez te dije lo hermosa que eres?" preguntó, tu sonrisa se tensó ligeramente, negaste con la cabeza "¿Y alguna vez te dije lo mucho que soñé con tenerte así?" ahora, tu sonrisa no era más, ahora era solo un mueca preocupada, un gesto inquieto y ansioso, los nervios comenzaban a proyectarse y no evitabas pensar en cosas erróneas, porque él nunca te tocaría sin tu consentimiento.. ¿No?

"G-Gerard.." dijiste intentando moverte, sus manos seguían moviéndose sobre tu piel y siquiera te diste cuenta de que había desabrochado tu camisa. "¿Si, chica linda?" contestó y tragaste saliva ásperamente "Aléjate" pediste y él sonrió, negando, tenía sus ojos fijos en los tuyos. "¿Por qué?" dijo, dirigió una de sus manos a uno de tus pechos, masajeándolo suave pero firmemente, no pudiste evitar suspirar pesadamente, "No me gusta esto" vacilaste mirando el techo, bastante incómoda y queriéndote morir ahí mismo. "A nadie le gusta al principio, solo relájate". Intentaste volver a moverte, alejarlo o retorcerte para que te dejara en paz, pero cada vez que lo intentabas estaba presente el dolor del adormecimiento. "Hablo en serio.. Por favor, G-Gee" suplicaste viéndote patética pero eso fue lo último que pudo pasar por tu cabeza al ver su gesto sin aliento tras rogarle que te dejara, la escena te repugnó, cerraste con fuerza los ojos y dejaste de sentir sus manos asaltar tus pechos, suspiraste aliviada pero al instante te sentiste tonta por pensar que eso acabaría ahí. Comenzó a besarte, y por obvias razones alejaste tus labios de los suyos, y no pareció agradarle, llevó una de sus manos a tu rostro para ahuecar tus mejillas y obligarte sentir su boca deseosa en la tuya, que, en cambio, no quería saber nada de sus deseos. Al soltar tu rostro sus besos bajaron por tu mandíbula y cuello, succionando y mordiendo suavemente hasta llegar a tu clavícula, donde entonces levantó la mirada para ver tus ojos. Incluso aterrada, percibiste en sus ojos verdosos deseo, placer y quizás hasta simpatía, aunque no la suficiente como para dejarte en paz, él, en los tuyos, pudo notar miedo, terror y algo más, que no supo clasificar.

Gerard era un chico lindo, algo antisocial y bastante extraño, por eso te agradaba. Probablemente hubieras aceptado perder tu virginidad con él en otras circunstancias más humanas. Él parecía excitarse más mientras veía tu rostro pálido sudar frío del miedo, no querías en realidad aceptar que tu cuerpo no podía moverse y en que tu único amigo estaba haciéndote algo tan horrible como esto.. Tu mente divagó a medida que él hacía de tu cuerpo, un simple capricho suyo. Tus ojos estaban aún más pesados que antes, pensaste en cerrarlo por unos segundos solo para no ver su rostro y simplemente no pudiste abrirlos de nuevo, tu cuerpo estaba cansado y entonces te dormiste.

Despertaste casi ocho horas después, sin sentirte pegajosa o sucia, bueno, sucia sí, un poco. Estabas en tu cama, como antes pero tenías simplemente puesto la remera de Gerard, que te quedaba algo holgada, tu cuerpo lucía limpio al igual que tu pelo, que olía a la fragancia de tu shampoo, supiste entonces que por lo menos te había bañado. Tu cuerpo dejó de sentirse adormecido y ahora se sentía repuesto, tu cabeza no dolía y tus párpados estaban ligeros, tomaste asiento en tu cama y viste tus peluches a tu costado casi con pena, sintiéndote mal de que hayan tenido que observar la escena atroz

[born-to-lose-writing]

Pretty Baby

Pairing: Uncle Ernie x Tommy Walker

Summary: Uncle Ernie has always wondered how cute Tommy would look in lingerie...

Tags: smut, canonical non-con, canonical incest, a tiny bit of fluff at the end if you squint

Words: 1,781

A/N: My friend got the idea of Ernie dressing Tommy in lingerie and I expanded a little so here you go 👀

Ernie loved how cute Tommy looked with his golden curls, big blue eyes and always parted lips. In short, looking like a beautiful doll with no thoughts - which he was, to him at least. Maybe if he hadn't been so handsome, he wouldn't have felt the need to play with him so often. It felt good to have an attractive lad all to himself, more attractive than some of the women and men who had rejected him previously. However, he had been wondering for a while now how adorable his sweet boy would look in skimpy feminine clothing rather than the button-up shirts and long pants he usually wore.

One day when Ernie came home, he brought lingerie, standing in the doorway and holding the set up as if to present it to Tommy despite him not seeing what he had for him anyway. With a wide grin, he grabbed the younger man's hand and went straight to the bedroom.

Pushing him to sit in the armchair, Ernie took off Tommy’s pullover and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down his legs, which he unwillingly made easier as he tried to fight against it. He didn't try too hard, but not because he wanted to be used, rather he knew his uncle would be even rougher with him if he acted up too much.

“Thank you,” Ernie smirked and leaned forward to press his lips to the blonde's neck, freshening up the old hickey which was starting to fade. He slowly ran his hands down his shoulders and arms before reaching behind him to get the clothes he was excited to see on Tommy.

He shuddered under his touch, but gave up on fighting back. Judging from his somewhat gentle behavior so far, he hoped tonight wouldn't be as bad as some others.

While Ernie loved having his boy naked for him, he couldn't wait any longer to dress him up. He took Tommy’s hands and put them in front of him to help him slide the light pink silk bra up his arms. As he closed the clasp at the back, he admired how the white lace straps and hems complemented his hair, before readjusting the extra straps above his chest. Then he took the long silk ribbons, wrapping them around his abdomen and tying them together nicely in the front.

He knelt down to pull the panties of the same color over his legs. The sides and back of the pair were sheer so only the absolutely necessary was covered, and there was a little bow in the front. When he reached the top, he realized they were a little too small for him as some parts struggled to fit into the panties, but he didn't really try to make them fit. The sight of that was perhaps even more enticing and he licked his lips while scrutinizing Tommy.

However, he wasn't done with him yet. As cute as he was already, he still looked too naked - something Ernie never thought except for now. Stockings were the perfect addition, so he lifted up Tommy’s feet one by one to put on white stockings with ruffles above the knees. Adjusting each of them, he caressed his thighs in such a gentle and nearly loving way that the young man almost enjoyed the touch.

Ernie picked him up and placed him on the bed with his back against the headboard and his stocking-clad legs elegantly angled, looking like a centerfold model. He ran his hand through Tommy’s hair and cupped his cheek, murmuring, “God, you're beautiful.”

Of course he couldn't hear anything, but Ernie was not a quiet person and he still wanted to praise him for being so good and letting himself get dressed by his uncle, even if Tommy only felt his touch and smelled the beer on his breath.

Then he sat in the armchair in front of the bed, simply staring at the boy full of lust. Watching him shift in an attempt to fumble with the lingerie because it was obviously uncomfortable felt like watching a striptease to Ernie. Yet he didn't want Tommy to take it off, so he jumped forward to stop him when he tried to open the ribbon below his chest. “Uh-uh, we don't do that,” he said, taking off the belt of his trenchcoat to tie the blonde's hands to the bed frame above his head.

After making sure it was tight enough, he returned to his seat, grinning at the sight of Tommy struggling to free himself at first but then giving in. Ernie leaned back and started slowly stroking himself, looking his toy up and down with increasing arousal.

He could feel Ernie's eyes on him as well as the lust that hung in the air and he squeezed his thighs together, trying to hide as much as he could from him to not egg him on further.

“Aw so desperate, baby boy?” he feigned pity and got up to sit at the foot of the bed.

Dragging the left stocking down with his teeth at an agonizingly slow pace, he forced Tommy to feel every inch he moved lower and left him unsure of whether he wanted Ernie to just take them off already or to keep them on. Sitting there in tight lingerie and thigh highs was embarrassing enough, but he didn't prefer to be naked and completely on display for this dirty old man either.

Once the first stocking was down, he reached out to stuff it in Tommy’s mouth, not to keep him quiet, but because he liked the way he looked with something in his mouth that would serve neither of them. The humiliation of not being given Ernie's cock to suck and only his own stocking turned him on.

Then he took off the second stocking the same way, holding Tommy’s left leg in place while his teeth were brushing against the right one on the way down. With this one, he gathered his luscious hair in a ponytail, wishing he could see himself how much of a slut he looked like.

Ernie spread his nephew's legs and knelt between them, taking his cock out of his pants and jerking off in front of him. He stopped for a moment to lick Tommy's bulge through the fabric, getting his head kicked in response. Deciding not to give him anything at all for now, he just played with the hem of his panties while continuing to masturbate, speeding up at the sight of the boy squirming and writhing.

Finally, he came on Tommy’s face and chest with a loud groan. Satisfied, he collected some cum on his hand and took the stocking out of his mouth, replacing it with his fingers. The way he started sucking immediately made Ernie feel like he was just waiting to taste him and he started grinding against Tommy’s crotch, which had gotten harder compared to earlier.

“I've never seen anyone as needy as you,” he laughed and grabbed his ponytail to yank his head up, sliding his saliva-covered hand down the other man's chin and neck.

He straddled him and carefully opened the ribbon under Tommy's chest like he was unwrapping a delicate present before snapping the extra straps above against his skin, leaving red stripes behind, which he licked to soothe the pain.

When he reached around to unclasp the bra, his breath was on Tommy’s neck again and he bit down on his shoulder. The younger man cringed away at the feeling of his teeth digging into his skin and raised his hand to try and push him off, but it didn't help in the slightest as Ernie just bit him harder. He loved leaving marks all over his body and he made sure there were enough when the old ones had gone away over time.

Ernie untied his hands to take off the bra, shaking his head at the cum stains on the silk and holding it up for Tommy to lick off.

He shuffled to sit between his legs once more as he dipped his fingers into the waistband of the panties and pulled them down, releasing Tommy’s dripping dick. Seeing him leaking after so little action made Ernie doubt he actually didn't want this as he so often acted like.

Now he couldn't wait any longer to fuck him. The blonde's hands weren't tied anymore, but he laid there just as helpless and submissive as usual. Ernie grabbed his thighs and kept them parted while pulling his hips closer. He pushed into Tommy’s hole, not needing to prepare him anymore after everything he had taken up until now.

He brushed his fingers over Tommy’s tip, which made him twitch and try to squeeze his legs together, but Ernie's position was too steady to be bothered by it. Still, he dug his nails deeper into his skin to stop him from resisting as he thrusted faster and harder. Over time, he would grow to like it, he was sure.

One thing he didn't like about his nephew being deaf was that he couldn't properly order him around and deny him his orgasms. What he wouldn't give to make him edge himself while Ernie would watch. At least he could still stop moving and touching him whenever he felt Tommy was close, and he could punish him for not being obedient later.

However, he didn't feel like doing that today, after all, he had been such a good boy for him posing in his new lingerie. So he continued and didn't slap Tommy for coming before he was allowed to. Instead, he buried his fingers in his curls, massaging his scalp in praise. He leaned into his touch, breathing heavily and shaking as Ernie's movements sped up and the vibration of his moans sent shivers down his spine.

When Ernie was done, he got off the bed and disappeared but came back quickly with a towel to clean him up. Then he pulled the covers up from under Tommy's legs and laid next to him, wrapping an arm around him. The boy was surprised because Ernie would usually sleep elsewhere and just leave him like this after his sessions. He very rarely shared a bed with him and when he did, it was only due to him passing out immediately, but he never got this close to him physically afterwards.

Tommy rolled to the side and shuffled closer to him for some warmth and to be near the kind of unpleasant yet familiar smell of his uncle. Ernie's muscles tensed at first, but he held him tighter and pulled the blanket over them before falling asleep.

[evilwriter37]

Rated: explicit

Warnings: teen pregnancy, past rape/noncon, referenced major character death

Relationships: Lydia & Kira, Lydia & Melissa

Word Count: 2,315

Summary: Lydia finds out that she is pregnant after being raped by the nogitsune.

[writermich18]

Remember that Night Vale and Final Fantasy XV crossover prompt post I made a while back? Well, I made a 10k one-shot about it.

[harmonyvarnes]

Like you, like me ~ 13 reasons why ( Oc x Oc )

Summary: After dealing with her rough and horrible past, Eleanour Baker finally lets her boyfriend Isaiah Patterson take her.

Warning: ⚠️ Sexual Content, First-time sex, kissing, Etc.⚠️

“ Are you sure about this?” Isaiah asked, hands on his girlfriend's hips. Elena nodded and looked at him in the eyes, she wanted this and it was time for her to take control of her life.

The male on top of her made her feel safe, there was some time when the feelings were too much, but other than that it was okay.

“ Yes, I want this Izzy. It should have been you” Elena commented, placing her hand on his biceps.

Isaiah shushed her. “ Hey, hey. Hush, he didn't take anything from you, you are safe and loved. I will make you feel good, I'm here, Elena. I mean it, just let me know how you feel and if I'm making you uncomfortable, just tell me to stop, okay?”.

Elena Baker was touched by his words, who knew that she would find an interesting person like Isaiah, who's to say that he is the one?

“ Ready?”.

She nodded.

“ Yes”.

Isaiah grabbed a condom wrapper from his nightstand and placed it around himself. He looked at the female he loved and smiled at her.

“ again are you sure? We don't have to if you are uncomfortable or not ready?”.

Elena shakes her head. “ Izzy come on, I want this. Please let me enjoy this”.

She adjusted herself on the bed and made herself comfortable, both of them stripped Naked of their clothes and stared at each other.

Isaiah was amazed at her body, it was gorgeous and just.... Beautiful

Words cannot describe how he felt at the moment, and to think that all of this was his.

Elena spreads her leg and removed her panties and felt the cold air on her body and shivered.

Isaiah noticed this and thought the shiver was fear, he immediately went to pull away but she stopped him.

“ No, don't move. Stay I'm not scared, I was just cold, let's pull the cover over us and we can continue”.

“ Sounds like a plan” Isaiah replied.

He pulled the covers over them and placed himself at the entrance of her vagina.

Slowly and gently he enters Elena, she winced but relaxed immediately after.

It didn't hurt!

“ Did I hurt you?”.

Elena shakes her head and relaxed more, it actually felt nice.

Isaiah wasn't too big or too small, just the right size. “ No, actually can you go faster? It feels really good”.

Isaiah smiled, bit his lip, and nodded. “ Of course, whatever you desire”.

He did what she wanted, he moved faster carefully trying to not hurt her, a part of him wanted to move faster, but he knew if he did so, then she would be in pain or freak out.

Elena shivered as a gasp left her lips, she placed her hand on her boyfriend's biceps/shoulders. “ Hold on, let me-” she trailed off, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist / torso.

“ Now, you can continue ” she breathed looking into his beautiful ocean eyes.

Those words nearly made him melt, and he did. Isaiah continues to move, hitting Elena's G-spot over and over again.

Gasp, moans, and screams left her lips, while only he grunted.

They were glad no one was around, or otherwise, this situation would be messy.

As they reach their climax, Isaiah pulls out and took the condom off, and threw it in the trash.

Elena Baker was panting, she was amazed. This was how it supposed to felt?

Feel?

Tears pricked at her eyelid.

This experience was beautiful.

Noticing this Isaiah looked at her with worry, he lay down near her and pulled her close.

“ What's wrong?”.

“ Nothing, I.... Uh... This was beautiful, this was how my first time was supposed to be”.

Isaiah shushed her, he gently pressed his lips to hers and pulled back after a few seconds. “ He didn't take anything, and I'm glad I'm your first”.

Elena laughs and lays her head on his chest. “ Yeah, I know. I'm just glad it was you. Thank you for this”.

Isaiah kissed her cheek then the top of her head. “ no need to thank me, but you're welcome. Now let's get some rest before my mom gets home”.

“ Okay”.

And they continued on blissfully in paradise.

[libraryleopard]

Adult gothic horror novel set in Mexico shortly after the the Mexican War of Independence

Follows Beatriz, the mixed-race (indigenous Mexican/white Spanish) daughter of a general executed for treason at the end of the war, who desperately marries a rich hacienda (plantation) owner in search of financial security

When Beatriz travel’s to her husband’s ancestral home, Hacienda San Isidro, she finds that instead of being a refuge, it’s haunted by a malevolent presence that the unwelcoming household refuses to explain

Desperate for help, Beatriz calls on the local young priest, Padre Andrés, for help and the two of them find themselves battling a forbidden attraction alongside their fight against the dark forces inhabiting San Isidro

[rebellum]

I remember when "piss your pants" got popular and some people started saying "this person is committing an ableist hate crime AND sexually harassing me because pissing your pants is a kink"

One implication of the fact that social media companies go out of their way to stoke hate and conflict is that everyone should probably get in the habit of thinking twice before diving into online controversies, because there’s a very good chance that they’re being deliberately taken out of context, exaggerated, or otherwise framed in an intellectually dishonest fashion