#rebuild your ruins

[georgiapeach30513]

Rebuild Your Ruins, Part 9

Summary: Steve takes you in. And you have a new job

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Saeta!Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings:  language, mentions of sexual assault (not details), mentions of kidnapping, mentions of sexual content, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.3K

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Steve groans, rubbing a knot in his shoulder while you cower off in a corner. You didn’t think the giant would hurt you, but you weren’t used to Vikings. They had plucked you out of your home, and forced you to be a healer for them. His fingers dig into a spot in his shoulder, and you bite at your lip. It was in your nature to want to help his ailments.

“You can lay down,” he motions his head over to the one bed in this stupid tent. You shake your head, starting to squat down on the ground, “Please, don’t do that. Lay down on the bed.”

“That’s your bed.”

He sighs, you are going to be difficult for him. He is tired, sore, and he also worries about Aesir. He’d never seen Bucky look more scared. It took that moment for Steve to realize she meant more to him than just a lay. It’s why he waited so long to be with her.

“In the bed.”

“No,” you stub up, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Get in the bed.”

“I don’t want to sleep in the bed with a Viking because…you’re going to touch me. I don’t want to be touched. I’m tired of men touching me!”

His mouth turns into a straight line as he lets out a slow breath of air. “I’m not going to touch you. I’ll sleep on top of the furs,” you hesitate. The bed did look comfortable. And all the furs…they look amazing.

“If I have to, I will put you in this bed. You need sleep.”

“You won’t touch me?”

“Not if you don’t want me to. I’m not like that. I don’t need to touch someone when I…I’m not a sexual fiend,” he doesn’t want to spend all this time on getting some girl in the bed. But he couldn’t have you sleeping on the cold ground. You’d wake up frozen, and then he’d have a body to deal with.

“But you’ve had sex? And it was your choice? Because Rollo tried to take that away from me and the goddess,” Steve’s eyes follow your steps over to the bed, and you gently climb in. Burrowing yourself under all the layers of furs. It feels amazing. Cozy and warm, something you haven’t felt since you were brought to the strange countries of the north.

“I’m sorry,” Steve whispers as he walks over to the bed. “Can I get under one fur? It is quite cold?” It is his tent, and you don’t want to make him uncomfortable, so you nod your head. He asked. You couldn’t let him freeze to death.

The giant of a man picks up only one cover, and crawls into the warmth. Moaning uncomfortably when his back settles down, and you jolt up, “Please, just lay down.”

“What is wrong with your shoulder?” He cuts his eyes over at you, groaning again as he tries to turn his back to you. “Take off your shirt.”

“I thought you didn’t want me to touch you,” he snorts out a laugh, but it’s quickly replaced by a groan of pain.

“I don’t want you to touch me, but clearly, I need to touch you. Take your shirt off and let me look at your shoulder,” you wait patiently as he situates himself with much difficulty, and removes his shirt where a nasty bruise had painted his entire shoulder black.

“Oh, dear!” You jump into action. Going to your satchel of things, and then you sit behind him. Fixing him up the best way you know how. “What happened?”

“Aesir was struck.”

“You love her?” His bright blue eyes peek at you over his shoulder, but he shakes his head no. “Everyone does.”

“No, they don’t. They fear her. Respect her. She's the daughter of Lagertha and Ragnar, and so much more. People believe she is a descendant of Thor. Granddaughter of Odin. Ravens.”

“They follow her around,” you mumble. You saw the little one eyed beast come into the tent. “She’s stubborn. But that doesn’t explain your bruises.”

“You have no idea how stubborn she is. She was struck, and I saw a shift in Bucky. Ari continued to fight around them, but Bucky — he went to her. Damn near got hit himself, and would have been killed. But I stopped it. Getting a bit of some dull pain myself.”

“It’s deep,” your eyes roll up to meet him before quickly looking back down at his back. “You’re a good friend to them. You don’t find it odd?”

“What? That my best friend is in love with a girl who loves two men equally. And you say there’s two babies. One for each of them. You know how they did it?” You shake your head no with a bit of a smirk, continuing to work out the other knots in his broad back. He was beautiful. Blackened ink draped his skin just as much as Bucky and Ari. Even Aesir. He clearly wanted to be covered in his story.

“They…they had her at the same time. It’s how they know that those kids are both of theirs. It would be weird, two husbands, and only one was the father. Ow,” he turns back to glower at you.

“The Mountain and White Wolf will love any child that Aesir produces. That’s how much they love her. Odin is not happy at the delay. Do you believe that she’s Thor’s daughter?”

“Ragnar and Floki themselves say her appearance to them is weird. That a streak of lightning led them right to her. She was always destined for greatness.”

“Fighting wars with men that would rather stick their cock in you when you can’t move. They don’t mind having her as an ally, but want to take from her when she can’t fight back,” Steve’s eyes soften at you. He hated Rollo as much as the next. He would pay for trying to hurt her and the babies. “She’s with child. He could have hurt the babies, or marked them before birth.”

“Rollo is an asshole. He knew better. We don’t fight wars, we raid. Not all greatness comes on the battlefield. Mmm,” he whimpers, dropping his head back to look at the ceiling. “Some greatness comes from healing and comfort. Aesir can’t do that.”

“But she can take two men at once,” Steve chuckles while you move back to your spot. “Did you ever want her?”

“No. I had her, but we were just figuring sex out.”

“Is it not weird that you had your best friend’s wife’s pussy before him?” Steve shakes his head, laying back onto the mattress. He lets out a satisfied sigh. This felt so much better. He could move without being so stiff.

“Is it not weird seeing her after you’ve seen her naked?”

“Aesir and I weren’t always naked. Sometimes she was leaned against a tree,” your nose turns up in a snarl, and Steve can’t help but laugh. “You’re not born into our world, huh? A Christian?”

“I was stolen from a village in England. I had special talents so I was forced into this, rather than the flesh that they wanted. I was better suited out here than laying on my back.”

“You think we’re all sex fiends?” He cocks his brow up, while he looks at you. You don’t answer, just nod silently.

“In your world you’d be forced to breed with some pudgy sweaty man that bathed once a month. Laying underneath him while he pumped you full of children. Or you would have been whisked away to serve your God. All the while you’re lower than a man. Here you can be our equal. You think Bucky and Ari tell Aesir what to do? She may sink to her knees fast with Ari, but she controls them. They stand beside her, instead of in front of her. She’s every bit as capable as they are.”

“I don’t think you understand,” he turns to his side. Bending his arm at the elbow as he looks over your features.

“What would have happened if you were caught getting fucked before you were married?”

“I would be labeled a whore. I wouldn't be suitable for marriage. A public display of humiliation would have been put upon me.”

“The woman you hold in such high regards was caught several times with me inside of her. She wasn’t punished. She was celebrated by two men. One she gets to be a brat with, and the other makes her weak. But she wasn’t told she was a terrible human because she has desires of the flesh. I’ll admit there are some such as Rollo that think it is their right to take. But I assure you, there’s more of us that would kill a man that was taking from a woman. It wouldn’t be her fault for crimes against the skin, it would be his. You see your backwards thinking now. What do they call you, girl?”

“Saeta,” Steve gives you the sweetest crooked smile, and you hide your face in the furs. They feel so warm and heavy.

“Sweetie suits you. You’re stronger than you realize though. Don’t sell yourself short. And get some sleep. I heard a big Mountain has claimed you as his babies’ doctor,” his finger lifts over his one fur, tapping you a bit on the nose, and you scrunch it up, and Steve giggles.

“Where do you live, Saeta?”

“Close to the docks,” he understands your fear of being touched now. Forced to move here, and then they force you to be a healer, all while not giving you the proper care to live here. You are grown, and weren't taken in like Aesir.

“I want you to live with me.”

“No.”

He blows out an exasperated breath, this time giving you a tap to your forehead, “Quit fighting me. Are you uncomfortable right now?”

What an odd question. You are laying in the bed with him, comfortably and with heavy eyes, and he starts poking your face. “No, I’m not uncomfortable.”

“My home isn’t much, but it’s damn sure warmer than the docks. I always have more furs than this. I’m a bit of a hunter. And, I offer you my protection. Plus, it’s closer to the Mountain and White Wolf’s home. You can be right there with Aesir when she gives birth to two giant babies.”

“Wait…I won’t…they don’t want me working with…I’d just be with Aesir?”

“She’s a bitch sometimes, but it’s mostly bark. I’ve seen her with her mother, she’s quite soft. But yes, what Ari and Bucky want they will have. Ragnar has already agreed since there’s two babies in her womb that you should be with her all the time. She’ll hate it, but it beats her being wheeled around. You’ll have all of our protection,” his soft blues meet your own, and even though there is a part of you that wants to scream yes, anything to get away from the flea infested area, you have questions.

“What…what am I to you?” His head tilts to the side, unsure of your words. Steve was blunt, much like the other Vikings. “I don’t want to be used for your pleasure.”

“Saeta, I have been with one woman. And you can ask her, I don’t take. If this progresses into something that’s one thing. But you can safely lay in the same bed with me, and I won’t touch you.”

“Will you touch yourself?”

Steve chuckles, stretching his arms above his head, “You’re funny. I am but a man, and sometimes men need a certain type of touch. I promise to not be openly stroking my cock in front of you. If you saw it, you just might want to join me.”

“I wouldn’t,” your voice is flat as you turn your back to him.

“I’ll remember you said that. Get some sleep. We’ll journey back soon.”

“And I’ll live with you.”

He lets out a low rumble, flipping the opposite way of you, “Good choice. It was either me, or the with the goddess and her mountain and wolf. You’d get to hear them have Aesir in every which way. Her being with child will not stop them from filling their needs. And hers. Pleasure isn’t only for the man, Saeta. Remember that. And if it is just for the man, he’s doing it all wrong.”

It gives you something to ponder. You had never heard anything about taking a man, except when you were of age to marry. And all you were told was you would take your husband, whenever and however he wanted. But judging by the talk of the village, Aesir was more than satisfied with her two men. And the care that they gave her. It was like she was a precious gem.

You peek over your back, looking at Steve’s broad shoulders. His bruise was deep, but you knew in time it would heal with your help. He is already sleeping soundly. His lungs fill with air deeply, and you see him as more than just a Viking, but a kind man. One that would rather his back be to you, instead of crowding your space. The docks hadn’t been kind, but he was offering you a sanctuary. And for that you are thankful.

Feeling at peace with becoming a goddess’ personal nurse. And you knew she would test you every step of the way. A brat was how Steve described her. There could be worse fates for you than to follow the wife of a mountain and a wolf. The daughter of Thor that was housing two future Vikings, and you they were bound to be as fierce as their parents. And you would be greatly rewarded by the gods.

Snuggling deeper into the furs you find a solace of warmth. The steady breathing of Steve lulls you to sleep, and for the first time since coming to their world, you feel relaxed. You aren’t shivering. You feel at peace. Cared for, and that was the best feeling in the world.

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[eatyourdamnpears]

WAIT WHY DID YESTERDAY SUCK R U OK

I’m okay! something I was looking forward to fell through, and clothes I had just bought didn’t fit me, even though I took measurements, which really blows when you’re dealing with body image issues

[ayyponine]

The way my sister's arrival here is still over two weeks off but the nightmares are back already. I KNOW im gonna be in the fucking trenches

[ahlam910]

Please help❤️🙏

Hello everyone, I am Ahlam, 21 years old. My life before the war was simple, filled with ordinary dreams like any young woman my age. I envisioned a future full of the ability to help others. I lived with my family in a warm house full of love and security, thinking about how I could achieve my dreams and become an impactful person in society.

But suddenly, everything changed. The war swept through our city like a relentless storm. In a single night, my home became just a memory, and the city I once knew crumbled before my eyes. The sound of planes and shells became the only thing people could hear. We tried to find shelter, a safe place to hide our dreams and lives, but the war followed us wherever we went.

We were forced to leave everything behind—the house, the memories, and even the university. We became displaced, homeless, with no destination, just trying to survive. I walked with my family through unfamiliar roads, searching for a place to take us in, trying to escape danger, running from one explosion to the next, from one ruin to another.

The war didn't just destroy our city and homes, it destroyed our dreams. My dream of completing my studies became far out of reach, and every day, I feel hope slipping further away. But despite all this, something inside me refuses to give up. There is a desire to escape this reality and build a new life, a life worth living. I dream of continuing my education, I dream of standing on my own feet again and achieving the goal I was once striving for: to help others who have lived through the pain of war like me.

I ask for your help, humbly. I can't get out of these circumstances on my own. The donations you gather will help me travel to a safe place where I can continue my studies and start a new life away from war and fear. The amount I'm asking for is the key to a new life, to the dream of becoming strong again and one day helping my family and community.

Help me rebuild my life and become the person I dreamed of being. Every donation, no matter how small, is a step towards safety, a step towards a better future.

Thank you for reading my words. Many thanks and respect to you

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[schoolhater]

every day my friend siraj (#219) travels to central gaza to access wifi so he can come on this platform and beg people for 8 hours to donate to him so he can afford to rent an apartment for his family of 24 that includes 10 children and 2 elders who will undoubtedly suffer from severe illness without access to medical care over the coming winter

israel is doing everything it can to stop palestinians from giving each other medical care right now. just yesterday the world was shocked with the image of israel burning medical patients alive while they were still hooked up to their IVs in the medical tents in the ruins of al aqsa hospital - in central gaza, not far from where siraj spends his days on the internet.

please donate if you can. please share (i know you can). siraj puts himself in danger to appeal to you! the least we could do is make his effort worthwhile.

[omarwolaeth]

Thinking about Heartland and its design decisions (which immediately went into the headcanon zone)

If Heartland is/was designed to be a utopia for children to live in (for a card-game based world), then I wouldn't be surprised if Heartland scientists figured out revival, cloning, and mind and/or memory relocation entirely so some kids stuck in the hospital their whole life would get to live outside of it (even in a new body that doesn't have the problem they were permanently hospitalised for) if they wanted to.

And because this is Arc V, nothing's ever what you see directly on the surface, so I wouldn't be surprised if the unethical decision of keeping clones of kids, specifically with... weirdly high energy readings, in order to study what caused it even through their recklessness would still be possible. ... ok that might be too on the nose,

[toleen-hassouna]

Help me get my life back, achieve my goal, and save the rest of my family

Education, which was young Tulin's passion, now seems like a distant memory, as there is no school, no home, and no safe place. The war has forced us to abandon our dreams and our work. Life as we knew it has stopped, swallowed up by a sea of ​​uncertainty, loss and despair

• My daughter Tulane is a radiant ray of sunshine, bringing joy, warmth and boundless love to everyone she meets. She has been through many health ailments.

• My middle daughter, Wateen, who is five years old, suffered a broken leg as a result of escaping during the aggression against the area surrounding us. Wateen suffers from osteomalacia and poor growth. I hope that this incident will not be repeated and that I will not see anything bad about it

• This is our house, full of our memories and moments of joy and happiness, which has now turned into ruins. His destruction

broke our hearts

Despite the darkness that surrounds us, a ray of hope appears in our hearts - a longing to seek refuge in the embrace of safety, and to find solace in a land untouched by the scourges of war. Egypt beckons to us as a beacon of hope, promising safe haven and the opportunity to rebuild our shattered lives. However, the path to freedom is fraught with obstacles, and we are unable to afford the journey that might lead us to a new beginning.

My family and I are looking forward to evacuating to Egypt, but as you know, a lot of money is needed to pay for the coordination costs in order to cross the border, and we still need money to get the total amount required so that we can travel.

With each passing day, our burdens grow heavier, and our pleas for help become more urgent. We long for the warmth of a safe haven, an opportunity to regain what we have lost and forge a path to a brighter future

My family and I are about to embark on this journey of hope, but we cannot do it alone. Our situation is dire, and we need your support to rebuild our lives and provide a future for our children. Your kindness and generosity can make a big difference. Your contributions will help us provide safe shelter, access to medical care, and the basic necessities of life and we humbly appeal to you, kind souls, to extend your helping hand. Your generosity may pave the way for us to escape this nightmare, and give us a chance to start over

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My campaign number is 320

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[ahmedbm]

Hello dear friends and potential saviors. My name is Ahmed Totah, I am 21 years old, my father is 67, my mother is 55, and my sister is 25My grandfather is crippled and can't do anythingWho is 91 years old . We now live in the northern Gaza Strip.

Since the beginning of October 7, 2023, and now we are more than 12 months into the war, my family and I have lived a life of relentless violence and suffering after being displaced from our home, more than 10 to 11 times. We have been displaced to schools and relatives, and we are currently living without shelter, and we suffer from food shortages that have forced us to eat animal and bird food due to high prices. Winter has come and we have no blankets or shoes to warm my family. I want you to help me provide for my family's needs and protect them from the bitter cold in winter, and the harsh mud that floods our lives under the rain.

And our suffering in transporting water for drinking, and when it is provided, it is not pure. Diseases, especially rashes, epidemics and pollution, are spreading, while we struggle to survive without proper food, water or medicine. There is no place for anyone, especially children, but

And when it is provided, flour is hardly available through aid (trucks - bershtat) and one day my foot was run over by a truck because of an attack by people and this is because of the lack of flour.

This is all we have. Before the war destroyed our lives, I had just moved to my home in northern Gaza. It was supposed to be a moment of joy, but our happiness was short-lived. On October 7, everything changed. The day started like any other, but soon the sky darkened with smoke, the ground trembled beneath our feet, and the air was filled with the sounds of terrifying explosions. The bombing was continuous, and my family gathered together, praying that we would survive. When the dust settled, nothing was the same. The bombs continued to fall. Every day, my family and I in Gaza wake up to a living nightmare, in a race against time as the war strips us of any sense of peace and normalcy.

My father and mother kept the key to their house in the hope that they would return to it. My father was shocked by the news of the bombing and explosion of our house that held our memories. Here, our dreams of home were displaced and everything was destroyed.

Our lives are in constant danger, and we are desperate to find a way out - a chance to protect my family and rebuild my future safely. But we cannot do it alone. We need your help to escape this nightmare and start over abroad. My profession before and after the war Before the war, I was proud of my work, I studied Hakim at Al-Aqsa University and built a future for myself and my family. I had a thriving career and a home that I worked hard to establish. But everything disappeared during the war. After the war now, everything has disappeared. My work, my tools, and everything I worked for turned into rubble. The war took everything from us, and now my family lives in a tent, and we struggle to survive. We live in fear, trapped in war, everything we had disappeared one day. Our home is destroyed, our community is in ruins, and the constant sounds of explosions remind us that there is no safe place.

My family and I are trapped in Gaza, living in fear and panic as the bombs fall closer and closer. Every night, the walls shake, and we wonder if we can make it until morning. We have lost everything, and we know that our only chance of survival is to escape this war-torn land. But we can’t do it without your help. Please help my family, my friend. The money raised will go directly to cover the costs of my evacuation and that of my family. This includes:

1. Travel expenses – fare, documents, transportation for me and my family.

2. Temporary shelter – a safe place where we can rest, recover, and begin to rebuild.

3. Basic necessities – food, clothing, and medical care upon arrival.

4. Support to rebuild our lives – access to education, healthcare, and job opportunities in a new country.

My family is made up of 6 people, and we know that we will need $10,000 per person to cover these critical expenses. Why your help matters Can your support make the difference between life and death for my family? Every donation brings us one step closer to leaving the devastation and fear behind, and starting over in a place where we can finally find peace. We cannot do this alone, but through your kindness, we can give our family a chance to live – a chance to rebuild, to dream, and to live without fear. From the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for being a part of our journey toward safety and hope. Please help my family escape death and the danger of life. Please help my family.

That's why I'm begging you to share my story and post the link to help my family survive.

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[georgiapeach30513]

Rebuild Your Ruins, Part 7

Summary:  the journey to Uppsala

Pairings:  Ari Levinson X Reader X Bucky Barnes

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, brief mentions of blood (ritual reasons), smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, double vaginal penetration, breeding kink, creampie, praise kink, body worship, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.3K

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Rollo glares back at your small entourage, watching the three of you laugh, and those boys that couldn’t keep their hands off you.  You three had become the talk of Kattegat.  Everyone was curious about the woman that was able to tame two men.  “Do you have a problem with my daughter?” Lagertha gives Rollo a smirk, and he looks back towards the front of the line.  

“No.  It’s unnatural.”

“Aesir is unnatural,” Ragnar reaches behind him, helping Lagertha up.  “She is a goddess amongst men,” Rollo rolls his eyes, letting out an annoyed huff, “I’m sorry, demi goddess.  She has defied the odds in battle.  Her scars look like boys on their first raid, and how many has she been on?  She hardly gets hit.”

“She has a man that stands in front of her.”

Lagertha laughs, stopping to look at him, “Bucky stands beside her, never in front.  He is her equal.  And now, she will have another beside her.  What is your real problem with Aesir?”

“I asked to marry her,” Floki chuckles behind Rollo, mumbling something to Helga.  “You told me when she was of age.”

“I told you, when she was of age, and chose you,” Ragnar hated this conversation.  It was the same tiresome conversation over and over again.  “She didn’t choose you.  She’s not some girl in the village wanting to lay down and provide sons for her husband, she doesn’t need a man.  Remember all those times I tried to get you to help her, but instead you left.  Instead of breeding children with her, you bred fear and hatred.  Aesir would never choose you.”

“Instead, you’d let her play with those boys.  If only you heard…”

“That is enough,” Lagertha cuts him off short.  “The gods have already decided our fates, and the Seer did not tell you of her in your future.  You know this.  Let it go.  Your bitterness and anger will not change the fact that both of those men will be taking a hand of hers to hold.  They’ve all moved into Ari’s house, and there will be a wedding soon.  Enough.  It’s done.”

Rollo looks back at your smiling face.  He ignored the happiness that lit up your entire being.  Couldn’t see that the same glow surrounded the other two men.  How even though Bucky and Ari were vastly different men, when it came to you, they shared a common interest.  You.  He does however spot Ari’s deep blue eyes darken as he looks at Rollo.  Ari couldn’t explain it, but he didn’t like that man.  Did not like the way he was never far from you.  He just chose not to say anything to you, only to Bucky.

With droplets of splattered blood freckling your face, you walk up to the altar of Freyr, staring up at the large structure.  You were to come here to ask for blessings from the gods, and it was no surprise to Lagertha why you had chosen this particular one first.  You take a deep calming breath as you lay a hand on his body, “Freyr, I ask that you use my body as a vessel.  Fill my womb with seed so that I can provide many sons for my future husbands.  I don’t want to be just a mother, but I know that our children will be one of our greatest gifts.”

A raven flies into the temple, landing on Thor, and he squawks at you, “I have accepted my fate, All Father,” you step back from Freyr and over to Thor.  That creepy one eyed raven stares down his beak at you.

You step up to Thor’s statue staring up at the two of them, “Allow me to protect them as they protect me. I am not fighting our fate. I fully accept that the daughter of Thunder will be married to two men, and I ask that you guide me in dealing with both of them. To be what I need to be for them, but for myself. I can't lose who I am for them,” you look up at that silly bird and he bows his head before flying off.  He was a foreboding little creature.  Turning up at the most inopportune times.

Meeting Lagertha at the entrance of the temple you follow her out, and she wraps an arm around your waist. “Being a wife and a mother does not make you less of a shieldmaiden or warrior. We women are amazing because we can do both. You were at Freyr for a long time.”

“I have two men that I will marry. They are expecting sons.”

“What are you expecting?” You glance over at your adoptive mother.  She was always the one that wanted to check on what you wanted.  Had shown you living proof that a woman could have it all.

“I would like to give them sons,” you smirk, spotting the two of them and they were already drinking with a bowl of mushrooms in Bucky’s hand, “But I think daughters are even more amazing,” you give her a quick kiss before bounding over to the giants.

Ragnar walks beside his wife, wrapping a hand around her, smiling at the three of them, “I think our job is done.  We did what was asked of us by the gods.  We got rid of her, and she’s their problem now.”

“Shh, she’ll be having children soon”

“No.  Not happening, she’s too stubborn.  I will not…”

“You don’t have to.  I will help her with the children.”

Ari comes up behind you, his boozy breath on your neck as he wraps his giant arms around you.  Holding up a curved horn for you to take a drink of the mead.  “It’s time to celebrate.  Consummate our relationship.  Get relaxed.  You’re going to feel pleasure as you’ve never felt it before.”

Bucky stands, and his hand immediately goes to your side as he holds up the bowl, “Eat.  It won’t take long,” you pull out a small bundle of mushrooms, stuffing them into your mouth, and you try not to think about the taste.  Just swallow them while you are taken to another realm of existence.  

Both men joining in with you, before they pull you away from the crowd, needing something more private, and you dance interconnectively.  Their hands all over your body as they fight for who gets to kiss on your lips.  Twisting you back and forth in a sinful tango.  Their hands pull at the fabric of your dress, and your own hands push off their shirts, and your fingers outline their tattoos. Your vision tricking you to believe your skin was melting on theirs.  The three of you figuratively fusing together to become one.

A streak of lighting changes your vision and Bucky and Ari meld into one person.  Breaking apart only to show that there was a difference between them. Taking you to a makeshift bed as they split apart, and Bucky lays down, extending a hand up to you, “Aesir, are you ready to become one?” Ari whispers on the shell of your ear, giving the sensitive spot a nibble.  “You ready to take us both?”

“Yes,” you whimper, being led over to Bucky, while Ari slowly pushes fingers into your weeping cunt.  Spreading apart your puffy lips so Bucky can see your throbbing pussy.  

“She’s excited,” picking you up, he places you over Bucky.  Letting your body slowly sink over him, and stepping back to watch you slowly grind over him.  Your hands pressing on his chest, while you look back at him desperately.  Your eyes are so heavy lidded, when you pout up at him.  “Enjoy your wolf for just a minute.  This is going to sting.  You gonna show us those pretty tears.  My cock will be much thicker than my fingers.  But you did take his cock and my fingers so well.”

He steps up behind you, rubbing his hand over your belly, “You’re going to take us all.  There will be no pulling out. Not here.  No seed will be wasted.  You can do that for us though, can’t you?”

His hands go to cup your tits, and he fondles them as Bucky stares completely mesmerized.  His cock already twitching at all the firsts that all of you were going to experience.  Still bouncing over Bucky’s cock, you gaze up at the sky.  It was starting to darken, blanketing your pleasure with the stars.  Reaching an arm around, you pull Ari closer to you, “Wanna feel you, too.”

He presses you down to Bucky’s chest, but you have to peek around.  Have to see him, spit down where you and Bucky were connected, and then spit down at his cock.  Bucky still thrusts his memeber into you, and you start sitting up, growing anxious of the time that Ari was taking.  But his thick hand holds you down, “Behave.  I put you that way for a reason.”

Getting down to his knees, he rubs his tip at your entrance, and you turn to push your face against Bucky’s neck, “She’s clenching down.”

“She’s excited.  Aesir, darling, I need you to relax.  You want to know that you can control both Bucky and my cocks, right?  Want to feel your walls stretch around the two of us, proving once again how much of a goddess you are.  And we will worship at your cunt’s altar every night,” you grip tight to Bucky’s shoulders, bracing yourself for penetration.

The moment you take a slow calming breath, Ari pushes his thick cock through, “Relax, baby.  We’ve got you.  You were made for us,” it is achingly slow.  Each inch makes you hiss.  Bucky’s fingers gingerly brush up and down your back.  Cooing sweet nothings in your ear about how you were taking them both.

Not stopping until Ari is fully sheathed.  His thick base making the stretch almost too much.  Almost.  Lifting you up a bit more, he gets right at your ear, “I knew you could do it.  You let everyone in Uppsala and the gods know how good we make you feel.  How you can take and control both the mountain and the white wolf.  You are our goddess to worship.  And you will provide us with our own little warriors.  Let them know,” grabbing onto your hips, he starts to thrust into you.

Your head lolls forward as the sting turns into pleasure.  Proud of yourself for being able to accommodate both of them.  Visions that you had seen were coming to pass.  Your body and mouth uncontrolled by you starts screaming up to the gods.  They felt amazing, otherworldly.  Cool droplets of rain pour onto your skin, and Ari drives himself harder.  

Cracks of lightning light up the darkened sky, while the thunder rumbles the ground below, “We’re being blessed, Aesir,” Bucky comments, pushing his length into you with the same force as Ari.  “Listen,” as if on cue that damn bird caws above you.  “They’re all here.  It is our divine purpose,” your eyes cloud over, “She’s not in control of herself again.”

“Because she’s where she’s supposed to be,” Ari slams himself into you, slapping his hips against your skin.  But all you see is visions of their hands over your body.  It’s not sexual, it’s loving.  Rubbing on your skin, and over your ridiculously large stomach.  

A midwife and Lagertha in between your legs as you scream.  You couldn’t hear a word that they were saying.  You blink your eyes trying to bring yourself into the present.  There was an airy quality to the visions that you now easily spot.  But this vision didn’t want to go away.  Except for Ari saying, ‘We did it,’ and you’re pulled back to being sandwiched between them.  Screaming out in pleasure now when the bird flies away.

“There she is,” Ari starts pounding into your warmth.  “We had to wait until you came back,” both of them rail into you.  And you would swear to it you feel your pleasure course through your veins.  Could feel the euphoria travel through every ounce of your blood.  Your walls start fluttering around them, and Bucky grits his teeth trying to stave off his own pleasure.

His fingers weave into yours, and he pushes you off him.  Rivers of rain drift down your body, tracing out your curves.  Throwing your head back on Ari’s shoulder, he gets to see your body ripple with every driving force into you.  A bulge in your belly appears with every thrust into you, “We’re in her stomach,” he groans.

“Now!” Ari growls.  Your cunt clenches down around both of them.  Holding them deep in your womb while thick hot ropes of cum paint your walls.  Ari’s hand rubs over that little spot, “And that’s where we’ll stay.  Aesir, you tired, darling?”  You nod your head, your body starting to sink over Bucky.  Your eyes grow heavier, as you start to drift off.  

“Let her sleep.  We’re going to make sure this seed doesn’t go to waste,” his fingers move over your newest tattoo, already envisioning how he and Bucky could be added to this back piece.  “She’s going to be so pretty, swollen with our child.  A child born of two fathers.”

“If we don’t have two,” Bucky groans, re-establishing his weight, “Next time, you’re on the bottom.  She is out, and this is uncomfortable.”

“She took two fat cocks, and went into that weird state.  I think she deserves to be out like that,” Ari looks up at the sky, smiling as the drops of rain pelt his skin.  “Maybe we should go inside.  We’ll make sure to have her take both of us throughout this whole festival.  This is only day one.”

“And everyone will know that Aesir belongs to a mountain and a wolf.”

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[mohammedswaierh]

🌿 Help Us Find Peace Amid the Chaos 🌿

Hello, friends.

My name is Mohammed, and I'm reaching out from a place of unimaginable hardship. My family, like so many others in Gaza, is struggling to survive each day. The conflict has taken a heavy toll on our lives, leaving us to face a grim reality, our home has been destroyed, and we are left with nowhere safe to go. 😔

I am the father of three beautiful children, and as a parent, nothing is more painful than watching your kids grow up, surrounded by fear and destruction. Mirn, Bark, and Mariar are the light of my life, but they've never known the joy of running through a park without fear, or playing freely like children should. ❤️

We've reached a point where staying here is no longer an option. The walls that once sheltered us now stand in ruins, and hope for a safe future is fading fast. We dream of rebuilding, not just our home, but our lives, somewhere free from the daily fear of war, where my children can sleep peacefully and smile again. 🕊️

But we need your help to make this dream a reality. Your support means more than just money, it's a lifeline. It's a chance for us to begin again.

Every Act of Kindness Brings Us Closer to Safety. Your compassion can help us escape this nightmare. We are asking for your support, no matter how small, to help us start fresh, away from the violence, away from the rubble, and toward a place where my family can heal and grow. Every dollar you contribute is a step toward hope. 🙏

Thank you for standing with us in these difficult times. Your kindness can help us rebuild our lives and find peace again. ❤️‍🩹

With sincere gratitude,

Mohammed and Family

[mo7ammed90]

A Family's Dream in Ruins: Help Them Rise Again

My name is Muhammad, a father of three, living in the heart of Gaza, where pain and resilience collide. I once had a life full of hope, working hard in my small shop, which was more than just a source of income—it was a dream my family and I built with our sweat and efforts. The laughter of my children and the pride in my parents' eyes were the fuel that kept me going, providing and building a better future for them.

Then, in a sudden and cruel moment, everything was destroyed. My shop was completely leveled, leaving behind only rubble and shattered dreams. In an instant, my source of income, my happiness, and even the hope I held on to were gone. Now, I face an uncertain future, bearing the heavy responsibility of providing for my children and family who rely on me for protection and sustenance.،،😭😭

Today, I write to you from the depths of this pain, but also from a place of faith—faith that there are people in the world who hear the cries of those in need. Life has taught me that generosity is what builds bridges between us, and that your extended hand can bring hope back to my family and help me rebuild the path that was so suddenly taken away..

Help me be the father my children deserve and the man who stands tall again with determination and strength. With your support, our story can start anew.

Please, do not leave me alone in this hardship. Your kindness can make an indescribable difference.

@sar-soor @90-ghost

[cerastes]

I saw there are a lot of forest fire in chile right now. are you gonna be okay?

Three days after the fact, yeah, I'll be fine, personally and physically, but it's dire, I'm not going to lie. I've never seen so much fire in my life. When you think about a big fire, your impression might be two or three buildings on fire with some firefighter trucks spraying water at it. This was kilometers upon kilometers of raging blazes. Kilometers. Heads up if you are sensitive to these kinds of posts, this isn't a happy one.

Entire hills on fire. Lush green hills reduced to ash and smoke.

Not to mention the urban parts that got hit badly

The official death toll keeps increasing each passing hour as they clear up the rubble and ruins and find more corpses. People I know lost everything. Some people I know lost their loved ones. Dogs are eating corpses on the street because they haven't picked them up yet, so you have neighbors warding off said dogs. Bodies get picked up too badly burned, eaten, decomposed, or a mix thereof to be identified.

It's a tragedy. It all reeks of smoke, there's ash everywhere.

It was sudden, it was brutal. Seeing elderly survivors wondering "what's next for me? I don't have enough years left among the living to rebuild all I lost, all I worked for throughout my life, gone like that" breaks my heart. The government is offering all sorts of aid, but there's also people whose documents, like ID and other identifying documentation, was lost in the fire, so they have to get re-issued an ID before they can actually start filing for aid. The SML (Servicio Médico Legal) is oversaturated with all that's suddenly on their plate and can't return the bodies of people to their families yet, and these are all people that still need food, shelter, hygiene, and so on after the fact. Seeing the logistical nightmare that becomes life after you lose everything firsthand from other people is sobering and painful. Yeah, they survived, but what comes next? It's a sense of uncertainty that is smothering and asphyxiating, it's hopelessness.

I apologize if I come across as dramatic, especially so as someone who was luckily not affected, but it really, really has been heartbreaking to witness, especially from very up close, as I was there, and it's one thing to know of a tragedy that happened elsewhere, maybe even in your own country, but elsewhere, and it's a whole other beast to have seen it directly as it unfolded.

Keep Chile in your thoughts. If you are able to, please consider donating to Desafío Levantemos Chile, to my knowledge the only drive that accepts Paypal, thus, foreign donations, to help the various efforts to rebuild and aid those affected. Desafío Levantemos Chile dates back to 2010, when Chile got hit by a devastating earthquake, and is an NGO that bases its continued existence in being able to provide aid during catastrophes such as this one.

[osama-alqrinawi]

Urgent help 🚨

My name is Osama Abdel Salam Al-Qarnawi, I am from Gaza, an area that was devastated by the recent war. I am collecting donations to save my family from this crisis. Amidst the ruins of our home, along with my brothers Hussam and Abu Abdel Salam, I feel the need to share our plight.

Our once thriving community has been reduced to rubble, with most homes, including ours, reduced to rubble. Among the rubble are people from my family who have been lost, as well as our food shop, which was our livelihood.

My family and I are struggling with the aftermath, and looking for support to rebuild our shattered lives.

We are appealing to compassionate individuals and organizations around the world to help. Your contributions will help us not only restore our homes but also restore our livelihoods, which includes rebuilding our grocery store.

The funds raised will be carefully allocated to rebuilding our home and restoring the store to operational capacity. We pledge transparency in our endeavors, ensuring that every donation is directed towards the intended purpose.

Please retweet my post, follow me, boost my post, and repost our campaign link across all your social media platforms. You can also follow me to make sure I'm not a scammer, and to ask for any details. Thank you for your generosity and kindness.

Please help us to help those in need, and save my family from this devastating war, including ourselves and others affected by this devastating conflict.

Your support will not only help us restore our livelihoods, but will also help revive hope and resilience in children and the ability to endure in our war-torn community. We humbly appeal for your generosity to help us rebuild our lives from the ashes of destruction. 😭

Thank you for standing by me, please donate and share the post. ❤️🇵🇸🙏

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[s-soulwriter]

Creative misfortunes for characters

Identity Crisis: Have your character lose their memory, forcing them to rediscover their true self and past.

Betrayal by a Loved One: A close friend or family member betrays the character's trust, leading to emotional turmoil and inner conflict.

Physical Transformation: Give your character a physical ailment or transformation that they must come to terms with, such as sudden blindness, a debilitating illness, or turning into a different species.

Unrequited Love: Make your character fall deeply in love with someone who doesn't reciprocate their feelings, causing heartache and a quest for self-discovery.

Financial Ruin: Strip your character of their wealth and privilege, forcing them to adapt to a life of poverty and face the harsh realities of the world.

False Accusation: Have your character falsely accused of a crime they didn't commit, leading to a desperate quest to clear their name.

Natural Disaster: Place your character in the path of a devastating natural disaster, such as a hurricane, earthquake, or tsunami, and force them to survive and rebuild.

Loss of a Sense: Take away one of your character's senses (e.g., sight, hearing, taste) and explore how they adapt and cope with this profound change.

Forced Isolation: Trap your character in a remote location, like a deserted island, and make them confront their inner demons while struggling to survive.

Haunted Past: Reveal a dark secret from your character's past that comes back to haunt them, threatening their relationships and well-being.

Time Travel Consequences: Send your character back in time, but make them inadvertently change a crucial event in history, leading to unintended consequences in the present.

Psychological Breakdown: Push your character to the brink of a mental breakdown, exploring the complexities of their psyche and their journey towards recovery.

Unwanted Prophecy: Have your character be the subject of a prophecy they want no part of, as it places them in grave danger or disrupts their life.

Loss of a Loved One: Kill off a beloved character or make your protagonist witness the death of someone close to them, igniting a quest for revenge or justice.

Incurable Curse or Disease: Curse your character with an incurable ailment or supernatural curse, and follow their journey to find a cure or accept their fate.

Sudden Disappearance: Make a character disappear mysteriously, leaving the others to search for them and uncover the truth.

Betrayal of Morals: Force your character into a situation where they must compromise their ethical values for a greater cause, leading to moral dilemmas and internal conflict.

Loss of a Precious Object: Have your character lose a cherished possession or artifact that holds sentimental or magical significance, setting them on a quest to recover it.

Political Intrigue: Place your character in a position of power or influence, then subject them to political intrigue, manipulation, and power struggles.

Existential Crisis: Make your character question the meaning of life, their purpose, and their place in the universe, leading to a philosophical journey of self-discovery.

Remember that misfortunes should serve a purpose in your story, driving character growth, plot development, and thematic exploration.