#it all sucks anyway cause she was the one who brought me here

[pardonmydelays]

if you log out of this hellsite i do not blame you bc it does suck here but i will very much miss your presence 😢♥️

omg thank you so much! 🥺

yes, it really sucks to be here right now... i literally had to unfollow 100+ swifties to clear my dash cause i was sick of seeing people who are defending all her actions & shitting on joe alwyn for no reason. still, i don't even have the energy to scroll tumblr so all i do is check my messages from time to time. i definitely need a break, but seeing things like that in my inbox makes me want to think it through once again. ❤️

[short-honey-badger]

Doll

Pairings: Shanks x Female Reader

Summary: Shanks meets an escaped slave from Marie Geois and swears to teach her how to live.

Notes* hey lovelies. As you can see from the oneshots, I'm finally back in action. I hope you enjoy the start of my new series that I'm planning to help me really get going. Expect some protective Shanks and some darker elements. Haki!user Reader, btw. Pretty fast pace just cause that how I enjoy writing him lol. I've really missed writing for him and sharing works with you wonderful people. Anyway, enjoy! ❤️

Doll Masterlist

There aren't many things that could surprise Shanks on the Grand Line anymore, but the woman that sat at the bar could definitely be considered a good one. He didn't recognize her, but he could tell that she was in a league above the other patrons that sat around the bar. She sat in the back corner, a bottle of booze sat on the table in front of her that she occasionally took a pull from. Shanks sat at the front and got the attention of the bartender.

“Who's she?” He asked and the man shrugged as he cleaned a dingy glass.

“Dunno. She blew in a couple of days ago. She pays, so I don't ask questions.”

Shanks huffed and ordered a drink for himself, “And whatever she's been drinking, too.”

Drinks in hand, Shanks stood from the bar and ambled over to the table where the woman sat. He plonked the bottle down and, head tilting to the side, “This seat taken?”

You looked up, blinking rapidly as if coming out of a daze and gave the redhead a smile once you focused on the ale he'd sat beside your empty one. “Is now.”

Shanks grinned and plonked down in the chair opposite you and leaned back and eyed you from under his bangs, “You from about here?”

The woman shakes her head, a mysterious little smirk painting her lips, “Nope. And I can tell that you aren’t either.”

She tilts her head, eyes narrowing in thought before her eyes brighten like a bulb has gone off, “You’re Shanks, right?”

The emperor huffs and gestures to himself, “You caught me.”

He doesn’t expect the woman to go quiet, an almost contemplative look about her as she shifts in her chair. He can’t help but lean in, curious despite himself.

“Maybe you could help me out then?” You murmur and flick your eyes up to meet his own. Shanks is surprised to see the desperation lingering there, hidden behind the self-assurdness that you seem to wear like a second skin. What would a girl like you need help with?

“Alright, I’ll bite. Tell me what’s going on. Don’t let my money go to waste though, doll,” he murmurs and gestures to the untouched ale that he’d brought over. You smile in thanks and take a sip, wetting your mouth as you get ready to spill. You can only hope that the emperor will accept.

With shaking hands you reach up and unbutton the top few notches of your shirt, just enough to expose your left shoulder where the brand still tugs uncomfortably at your skin. Even though you’ve had the brand for years now, you’ll never get used to the sickening way it pulls at your skin. The constant reminder that you were owned.

Shanks sucks in a sharp breath, the brand of a slave staring back at him in before he tears his eyes away and looks back at you, “How’d you escape?”

You grimace and button back up, eyes flinty, “My old master,” you hiss the word in disgust, “Sent me on an errand in Sabaody so I took my chance. That was about a month ago now. They’re stil looking for me.”

“Who got your off the archipelago?” Shanks asks and downs half his tankard of rum in one go. He’s met slaves before while visiting the string of islands, but with Silvers there, Shanks steered clear most of the time unless he happened to drift close. The though that even after all that Fisher Tiger had done, the Celestial Dragons still kidnapped and baught slaves. It disgusted the emperor to have seen that brand on a woman like you.

You shrug and bite your bottom lip. You busy your hands by playing with the ring of condensation that the bottle of ale has left behind, “Didn’t really catch their names. I stowed away the first ship I could find and I’ve been drifting ever since. I just… I can’t go back to that place Shanks. I don’t want them to find me.”

Shanks doesn’t know what makes him reach out, but he takes both your hands in his own, and wow, you were such a small thing weren’t you? He squeezes your palms and gives you a confident grin to hide the rage that threatens to erupt like an active volcano. He may have just met you, but there is a feeling in the pit of his stomach that tells him that he’d met someone special. Someone that could change his life, and he finds himself hardpressed to even think of letting you slip away from him.

“Don’t worry, doll. I won’t ever let that happen,” Shanks swears, and it’s then that a thought crosses his mind. A blush flushes his face and he peers at you, “Maybe you outta tell me your name, though. Or I could just keep calling you doll. Either works for me.”

Your laugh sends a shot of heat straight to his stomach, and your smile could light up the sky, “My name is _, but you can keep calling me Doll if you’d like.”

Shanks meets your grin with one of his own and then stands, carefully pulling you up with him, “Well, doll. How about you come meet my crew?”

Shanks stays close to you for the rest of the evening, introducing you to each one of his crewmates and pointing out what they do aboard the ship. You smile and make conversation, though some of it is stilted and awkward, like you aren’t sure how to talk to someone so casually. You loosen up after a couple more drinks, and find yourself leaning against your new captain, bottom lip stuck between your teeth as you watch the crew’s antics.

“I don’t want to be a burden to you, Shanks. Do you think that you could teach me?”

Your voice is soft, breath featherlight against his skin, and Shanks thinks that he would do anything for you in that moment. Instead, he tips a bottle of rum up to his lips and takes a deep swig before he answers.

“Sure, sweetheart. What do you want to know?’

Your eyes burn with a sort of determination that the emperor doesn’t see often, and it makes anticipation well up in his chest as you lick your lips and look at him.

“Everything, Shanks. I want to know everything.”

He sets the bottle away so that he can give you his full attention. He can feel the air thicken, the winds and sea changing as he dips his head and reaches out to cup your face in his hand. He swipes his thumb along your jaw, then your chin, eyes never leaving your own.

“Then that’s what I’ll do, Doll. I’ll teach you how to live, yeah?”

[heartofjasmina]

A thought just crossed my mind

The Iida brothers (or just one of them) finding out that their sweet little sister is a slut, who's willing to spread her legs for anyone gives her any attention

Or that she works at a glory hole

This-

Tenya Iida had no idea what he was doing here. One of his sidekicks had told him that he needed to 'unwind' and brought him to a dingy sex shop that had.. places in the back where you could get off. It made him feel dirty but it had been far too long since he got off with someone else involved. So he followed his sidekick deeper into the store, all the way to the back where a gloryhole had been installed.

"Have fun doll, brought a real hero for you. And you love heros don't you?" His sidekick called and though Tenya wanted to hit him, his gut twisted when he heard a sweet, familiar voice answer.

"I do. I love heroes. Lots and lots." You almost moaned the words. He should not be getting hard over this.

His sidekick closed the door behind him after giving Tenya a clap on the shoulder and whispering loudly "she's got a hungry lil mouth, and you've more than earned a relaxing break."

It was easy to find the hidden latch that kept you 'protected' in your little cubby. And sure enough, when he damn near ripped it off the hinges, there you were. Fingering your needy pussy and mouth wide open waiting for more dick, and unavoidably his little sister. If he wasn't mistaken you were even wearing one of his shirts.

"T-Ten!" You flushed horribly as your big brother saw you in your debauched state. But all he could think about was the fact that he could still see your tiny fingers buried knuckle deep in your wetness.

"Get up." He barely recognized his own voice, rough and gravelly as it was.

"But--"

"You really don't want push it right now." He took a step forward and grabbed you by the hair, visciously ignoring the way his dick twitch in his pants when he realized that on your knees like that it would be all to easy to fuck your throat.

"Ten, I swear I was just-" Your voice was pitiful, trembling, but still hoarse. Probably from all the dick you'd had down your throat.

"Being a fucking slut. That's what you were doing." It was like fire had taken over his blood, and all filters between his brain and his mouth had been lifted. "If I have to give it to you myself to keep you from offering up your mouth like a two dollar whore, then I will."

"Just wanted you, not them!" You swore, and yeah, Tenya can admit that's what caused him to snap.

"Oh, so instead of admitting you wanted to fuck me like a big girl, you decided to let any hero off the street use you?" He snarled as he dragged your face forward, rutting against your face without remorse.

"I'm sorry, Ten." It was genuine, and you weren't revolted by his crudeness. Hell you were mouthing him through his jeans- looking up at him so needily it made his head spin. "Let me make it up to you." Every kiss to his clothed cock caused him leak pre into his boxers, a dark wet patch forming as his tip grew sticky.

"Take my cock out." He should be worried by how calmly he gave the order. Should've been pissed by how easy and practiced you were as you unbuckled his belt and freed his cock. But all he wanted was to punish you for making him feel this way, wreck you until you were just as fucked up as he was about this.

He had to tighten his grip on your hair when you went to suck him. You fucking whimpered at being denied his cock, like it physically hurt you not to have his heavy girth in your mouth.

"I know you're a cockslut, but you're gonna have to learn some fucking manners if you want my cock sis." And there it was, that tremble in your lower lip and tears gathering in your eyes. The look that always made him ashamed and aroused in equal measure when he was just a bit too mean to you growing up.

"Please can I have your cock, Ten?" He wondered if he should let you start crying for real first, but then reasoned you could cry on his cock later anyway.

"So sweet when you want to be, too bad I don't buy it. Not after finding you here." He sneered down at you as he released your hair. "But a deals a deal. Make me cum and maybe I'll think about fucking you."

You were off like a shot, opening your mouth wide and swallowing him down inch by inch until your nose was in his pubes. He wasn't sure who moaned louder as you started to bob your head. It was a slow, wet, nasty yet utterly loving blow job that Tenya knew would ruin him for any other girl after you.

"You shouldn't be this good, fuck-" Ten had to resist the urge to skullfuck your perfect little mouth. You hadn't earned any effort on his part yet, but it was heaven and hell giving you free reign. "How many dicks did you have to suck to get this fucking perfect?" He was babbling to himself, lost in the pleasure of your hot wet tongue and throat.

Then he felt your tongue on his balls, little kitten licks every time you deep throated him, threatening what little sanity he had left.

"They're so full they ache sis, all for you. Feel 'em." Your fingers were sticky when they cupped his balls reverently, and his cock throbbed in your mouth when he remembered why. His gut tightened and he knew he wasn't going to last any longer.

"Gonna cum, y/n-" He didn't know why he bothered to warn you, you swallowed him to the root and looked him in the eyes- silently pleading for his load.

His balls drew up as he unloaded down your throat, and you moaned like it was the most delicious treat in the world. Your eyes grew unfocused as you struggled to keep up with every thick spurt of seed. Tenya swore he had never came so hard in his life.

The problem became evident when you wouldn't let his dick go.

"Hey-"

You ignored him, your tongue massaging the vein on the underside of his shaft before you pulled back and started making out with his tip. Tonguing his slit for every last drop- completely lost in your worship of him.

So he had to grab your hair again to haul you off growling, "Enough."

You pouted at him, every bit the spoiled baby of the family. "More, Ten. Please?"

He scoffed, tucking himself away and throwing his jacket at you- already a plan forming in his mind on how exactly he was supposed to handle you and your insatiable mouth.

"Get dressed. Lets see what Tensei has to say."

[wintersera]

hii what do u think of giselle and yunjin fucking you???🥲🥲🥲 i feel like they'd just be big bullies to you and degrade you all the time

cw: dubcon, degredation, drugging, somnophilia, blackmail, i made them assholes in this im sorry 🫠🫠

okay my bad i haven’t answered this (holy shit i’m so sorry) but anyways. when it comes to me theres no normal vanilla thoughts about this, because let me tell you… i want these two women in a way that will cause the second coming of jesus christ—

also i felt like making this a drabble even though i said i wouldn’t do requests or asks my bad guys… brain rot!

bully!aeri and bully!yunjin being very well known for bullying people left right and centre. them having a few lackeys that would run their errands. unfortunately you were one of their little targets to fuck around with quite literally you weren’t a lackey or anything, they just liked to poke fun at you time to time. do that thing that bullies often do and just shove you into a locker, pour water or some drink over your head during lunch breaks, call you a few names here and there, take really humiliating pictures of you and say that they’re not gonna post it anywhere, maybe they have posted it. but anyways, you know, the usual shit.

they thought it would be so funny to invite you over for funsies and not explain why they want you over. so really, who were you to deny their request? quite obviously they could just blackmail you to come running over.

aeri is kind of an enabler to yunjins behaviour- like she knows what she’s doing is horrible and thats why she doesn’t do it normally, but this time is kinda different. aeri is all like “it’ll be fun c’monnnn. you find y/n kinda cute anyways. i know you think she looks so cute when she’s crying… plus, i think she’s cute too. just wanna fuck around with her you know”

and so the day comes. you’re standing in the middle of their room,,, shit you’re so awkard, but that’s to be expected. in what situation would your bullies invite you to one of their houses?

they’d tell you to relax “don’t worry, we just wanted to hang out” for all you know they’re making snacks in the kitchen giggling to eachother while you awkwardly make yourself comfy, sinking yourself on the couch. eventually they brought over the drinks they made specifically for you and handing it over, watching as you sip the drink hesitantly.

“hmm this is kinda good… anyways what am i doing he-“

BITCH?? it only takes you few seconds and you’ve blacked the fuck out. you’re extremely vulnerable infront of both of your bullies, you’re kinda fucked.

oh noooo what ever shall they do to you

you’d wake up to yunjin between your legs with a playful smirk on her face, lapping at your clit, making sure that you definitely feel her tongue flat against it.

oh and aeri? she’s standing behind yunjin taking a video, snickering as you wake up from a good 30 min knock out nap “what the f-fuck?” were the only words that came out of your mouth before yunjin shoved two of her fingers knuckles deep into your cunt.

in panic, you looked up to aeri who was fixated on keeping you in frame while you were being fucked rough. her eyes were glued onto the screen, keeping in a laugh that was in her throat. she noticed you staring at the camera. she laughed “god you look so pathetic. did you really think that we would want to hang out normally? especially with you? hmmm… what would your mom think if she found out that her precious daughter was a slut”

yunjin just chuckled. she kept sucking on your clit while she was so so deep inside of you. i mean hell you were out of it??? your head banging from the spiked drink, and your bully was going down on you? shit was so confusing, but it was all welcomed. aeri and yunjin obviously didnt know that you were getting off to this, so they just carried on with the thought of messing you up beyond your capabilities.

yeah, yunjin wasn’t as mean as aeri was, but the way you writhed your hips on her face whenever she circled her tongue around your clit, made her act harsher. yunjin’s nails dug into your thighs making you hiss at the feeling. you felt more needier, more desperate for her tongue.

at this point they both got that you were whoring yourself out for them “aeri, do you think this little slut deserves to cum?” which gets you panicking a bit

“i don’t think so” aeri responds back with a playful tone “i think i should have a go with our toy before she gets to cum, don’t you think? yeah no they definitely found out….

before you could figure out what they were gonna do, aeri had already switched places with yunjin, disregarding her phone. at a agonisingly slow pace, aeri toyed with your clit “you really do enjoy this, fucking whore- oh i can’t wait to use this against you” yunjin picking up her own phone and snapping a few pics before ripping open your shirt “everyone thinks you’re the sweetest little thing, so cute, so vulnerable, so easy to fool. it’s so funny, no one else but us knows that you’re just a pathetic slut that was waiting for this to happen to you” a few more pics of you shirtless with aeri in between your thighs were taken.

aeri signalled for yunjin to come closer, telling her that it was completely fine to mark you up and leave bruises for all she cares!! no one would really give a fuck anyway- now if it wasn’t aeri’s or yunjin’s marks they’d probably gaf because well… they’d most likely corner you and ask if you were whoring around 😭

besides the point, yunjins trailed across your neck and collarbone, leaving as many hickeys as she can while aeri began fucking you with her fingers relentlessly.

time passes and you’re calling out their names simultaneously, “yun— fu…fuck aeri, can’t- can’t take it anymore” yeah they really dont care, not slowing down at all LIKE AT ALL— aeri fucking you so deep, so rough and so fast that it makes you feel so overstimulated, and with yunjin fondling your breasts and biting at your neck, it makes sense that it made you fall unconscious for a split second. gripping onto the sheets tightly once you come back to reality, screaming their names as they witness you cum all over aeris fingers.

oh and also, for extra measures, they take another pic of you. this time your legs spread wide for the camera— yeah no they’re asshole my bad

so yeah— moral of the story… um i think that bully!aeri and bully!yunjin nghfnfhnfnnhfnfnffnfbfb FUCJ I NEED THEM IN AN UNHOLY WAY 😤😤😤

[k1ngpin42]

I actually love jealous abs/ abs after you’ve been teasing her typa shit 🙏😔idk if this makes sense but I WOULD GO FERAL if u wrote more of those

𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝔸𝕓𝕓𝕪: “ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴏ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?"

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More jealous Abby for one of my fav supporters @mitski-lovesems

Warnings: 18+, (all receiving) strap on, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh riding, masturbating, accidental squirting, rough Abby, edging, overstimulation, minors DNI

In the WLF base, there was a rule of thumb among soldiers that if you returned from patrol without a sore back, arm, leg, or any other part of the body, you hadn’t been doing enough. While in essence, a joke, the amount of times you had personally been launched from high places, stabbed, shot, beaten up, etc was a proper issue. Thankfully, the medical team had a trained physiotherapist to ease the pain. A slightly older woman was your favourite, she would dig her thumbs into the knotted muscles in your back, help you stretch, and give you exercises to ease the pain between visits with her. She always drew cute little drawings on your exercise notes. Her writing was beautiful, too, not unlike her face and figure, with a beautiful complexion of subtle freckles, pretty black hair with waves up to her shoulder, and a smile of perfectly in tact teeth that only illuminated how little she was in danger compared to the rest of the WLFS.

You were sort of oblivious to her flirting with you, mistaking it for friendliness. When your girlfriend and number one scar killer discovered your exercise instructions, written so sweetly by said physiotherapist, covered in hearts and little drawn cats, she was less than impressed.

“The fuck is this?” Abby practically spat, stalking towards you, note in hand. You looked at her blankly. 

“My exercise instructions? They’ve actually been helping quite a lot, not as much as the massages though-“ 

“Massages? The fuck are you talking about?” You eye her softly, not understanding where her anger was coming from.

“You know Miranda?” Her eyes darkened.

“The one half the men and their girlfriends want to sleep with? Yeah, I know of her.” You tilt your head in confusion.

“Oh, I didn’t know that…anyway, you know how I was telling you about that shooting pain I get in my back? She rubs out the muscles, it feels really g-“

“Take off your fucking clothes.” Abby interrupts. Your eyes widen, a small smile fighting to appear on your face at the anticipation of what she could and would do to you. 

“It feels really nice with her thumbs on my bare skin.”

“Bare?” She demands, ripping the jeans off of your body.

“Yeah, I have to take my top off-“ She shuts you up with a deep kiss, her tongue so deep inside you that a desperate whine ripples through you. She breaks the kiss right as you thought you would lose oxygen. 

“Lie down.” Your cheeks flush, she’s always been so damn sexy when she’s all authoritative like this.

“Here? Right on this bench?” You question while she pulls apart your button up shirt, leaving only the bottom half of it on you and showing your pretty bra.

“Right. Here.” Abby groans, sucking on your neck and immediately leaving a dark mark there. 

“Abby it’ll show…” You exclaim, and she gives you a warning look. You know her when she’s like this. Barely talking, only taking what she fucking wants. You shouldn’t speak, shouldn’t ask questions, all she wants it to fuck you into a new plane of existence. You really didn’t understand what brought this on though, you truly didn’t think of your physiotherapist in any way other than a good physio. 

“Good. It’ll teach that perky little cunt who you belong to. Lie down, I don’t like repeating myself.”

“Yeah…yes, Abby.” You comply, lying down and causing several condiments and decorations on the bench to crash onto the floor. 

“So fucking sexy sprawled out for me. Fucking touch yourself. Show me how wet you are.” Your body feels like it’s on fire. You feel nervous as you bring your fingers to your clothed cunt. She rolls her eyes.

“Take that shit off, pretty girl. Need to fucking see you.” You nod, pulling it down to your ankles which she helps take all the way off your feet, tossing it into the pile on the ground. 

You let out a high pitched moan as you rub your clit a little faster. Abby smiles, bringing her hand over your body. 

“Good girl…” She coos, pulling you onto her lap. She puts her own fingers into you quickly and without warning, immediately finding your clit and making it feel 10 times better than with your own fingers. 

“What was that moan baby?” She teases. “Are my massages a little better than your little physio girlfriend, huh?” You let out a whimper as she puts her two middle fingers inside, all the while rubbing your clit with her thumb.

“Holy f- fuck….” 

“Stuttering only over my fucking fingers huh? My girls so needy.” You feel so good you want to fucking cry when she removes her fingers and slows the speed on your clit to an almost non existent pace. 

“Abby…” She ignores your complaints, picking you up off of her lap and walking towards the bedroom. Still shaky from the stimulation, you watch eagerly until she returns with a large strap.

“Jesus Abby….” You begin to say, watching the determination on Abby’s face.

“She’s just my friend- she’s not even my friend she’s just my doctor…Abby-“ 

“Don’t waste your breath when you could be using that pretty mouth of yours for…better things. Open up.” She commands, effortlessly attaching the strap to her waist. You stand up and she just laughs. 

“Where you going sweetheart?” You exhale sharply. 

“The bedroom…I thought-“

“Now why would you deserve the comfort of a nice soft bed after keeping this from me hm? My girl needs to be fucked, hard and good, remind you who you belong to.”

“But I didn’t even-“

“Uh-uh. No talking.” She says, lifting your mouth open with her thumb.

“Tap on my hip if it’s too much okay baby?” She asked, her voice coming out sweeter than the vulgar shit she’s been saying thus far. You smile comfortingly at her, nodding. She grabs the bottom of your chin, pushing the tip of the strap into you and coating it with your saliva. 

“Fuckk.” Abby remarks, feeling heat grow at the sight of you.

“I’m gonna push a little more into you.” You hum into her as she says this and she laughs, teasingly.  “Aww, it’s okay, you can take it.” You nod, feeling it near the back of your throat this time. 

“Fuck…I’m gonna fuck your face harder just- fuck- deep breaths for me…” She says, thrusting in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck….that’s really….get it really nice and wet for me so it’s ready when I fuck you.” She says, barely able to contain herself from how horny this was making her. 

You pull away, revealing the soaking strap.

“Perfect baby. Now I know you were mad I didn’t let you cum before so I’m just gonna give it to you, okay?” Fuck. You could have cum just from her words.

“Answer my fucking question.”

“Yeah- yeah that’s good Abs…” You say, dumbly. What you would say if you could, is that “yes Abby, it’s okay, in fact I want you to use me for your own pleasure like I’m a toy and treat me like I’m fucking nothing,” but a simple affirmation of this being “okay” worked for you both. To those who say jealousy is a red flag clearly hasn’t seen how good red looks on Abby fucking Anderson. 

“You know what? I don’t think you deserve my cock yet.” She says, taking a seat on the bench beside you. 

“Sit.” Abby beckons to her large thigh. To save you from your gawking, she pulls you onto it herself and starts bouncing her leg up and down innocently. 

“F…mmm~” You say, closing your eyes as the vibration of her bouncing ripples through your cunt. 

“What’s that sound baby?” She questions. You roll your eyes at her act. 

“Why are you…mmm~ teasing me?” “Because. I don’t like the idea of anyone fucking touching you. You’re gonna cum over and over until I’m done with you and only when I want you to.” She explains, increasing the pace.

“Oh fuckfuck Abby…”

“Shh…it’s okay.” She coos. The friction of your bare cunt on her clothed muscular thigh makes your head go fuzzy.

“G’nna cum…” You slur your words, making her give you a cocky smirk as a result. 

“Oh yeah? Gonna cum hm?” She says before stopping her bouncing. You let out a whine.

“Abby what the fuck?” You demand, clinging onto her. She kisses you playfully. 

“Oh baby, you think I’m just gonna give it to you? You’re not being very convincing that you’re mine yet. Hump my thigh yourself. I might even let you cum if you do a good enough job.” You groan in irritation, but comply, slowly moving up and down the clothed skin. It feels good, but nothing like what she could give you. 

“Please…want you so bad…” You beg. She smiles lovingly at you.

“Aw, I know baby, I know. But look at you. Going so slow f’me, acting all shy when I know my girls not shy is she?” You let out a shaky breath as the fabric hits your clit just right. 

“No Abby.” She tilts her head in amusement at your struggle to get off.

“Fine, do you need my help?”

“Can…” You stop yourself, remembering how unappreciative Abby is of your manners and shy demeanour. 

“Put your hand on my neck…please.” You ask, softly. She nods, putting one of her large hands on your throat.

“Fuck~” You moan loudly, the word coming out barely audible with the little amount of air you have. Abby’s practically gleaming and you can tell she’s wet over this. 

“My pretty girl begging for my hands like a fucking slut, huh? So fucking sexy.” She coos, and it’s not long before you’re cumming, with slick lining her pants. When you finally open your eyes, you blush at the sight of them.

“S…sorry” You blurt out. Abby just smiles.

“It’s okay, something to remember you by, hm?” She picks you up, taking you to the bedroom and planting you, sprawled out on the bed.

“I thought I didn’t deserve a bed.” You say, starring up into her watercolour eyes. She nods.

“You weren’t, but you impressed me with that little show before.” She says, matter-of-factly.  “I was going to tie your hands down, but I want them clinging onto me and digging into my skin while I fuck you. I think the straps wet enough still.” Your cheeks flush crimson and she tilts her head, eyeing your body. She takes off your bra effortlessly and immediately goes down to suck at your nipples, moaning as she flicks her tongue over the sensitive buds. You bite your lip. Once she’s satisfied with sucking and marking the top part of your body, she begins lining herself up with your cunt.

“Deep breaths baby, I’m not gonna stop unless you use our safe word kay? So you can beg and cry as much as you fucking want to. You can pull my hair or dig into my skin, but I won’t relent okay? I’m gonna-“ Abby says all at once, so fucking obsessed with you. “I’m gonna fuck you into next week just- can I? God please let me fuck you.” Your thighs quiver as she speaks, and you nod eagerly. 

“Please do, I need it.” You say, and with this she pulls you towards her by your legs and thrusts almost the entire strap completely into you. You let out a cry. It stings so fucking good. She edges the last bit into you, moving hard and fast inside.

“Fuckkkk ohmygod thank you- thank…fuck….”

“Tell me that fucking….” Abby grunts, titling her head back while continuing to dick you deep.

“Slut…means nothing to you.” You moan, your eyes rolling back.

“Fucking look at me.”

“S- sorry I’m sorry.” You moan. “She means nothing to me…it’s you…it’s only you, ohfuck-“ You could tell it was almost enough, but not quite. 

“Tell me-“ Abby sighed, looking a little guilty.

“Can you tell me you hate her?” You look at her, surprised. 

“Abby…”

“Just….just this once…it doesn’t have to be- true I just….” You let out a small laugh. 

“So insecure toda-“ She playfully hits you, thrusting in deep.

“Okay sorry- I hate her Abby, you’re the only one for me.” She nods.

“Good fucking girl.” She remains true to her word, fucking you over and over until you can’t even form a fucking sentence. You’ve lost count at which orgasm this was, it didn’t matter, but you felt your stomach yearning for the release that made your legs shake with you collapsing into her. 

“Ab- mmm” You hum out. She smiles, finally going out of you and admiring your fucked out body. You were glistening with sweat and a combination of your slick and hers. 

“You did really good. Sorry if I was…too rough.” Abby says as she runs her fingers through your hair. You shake your head.

“S’good.” You say. You’re too tired to notice her moving down the bed, that is until you feel her between your thighs.

“Ab- what?” You exclaim. She rubs your thigh fondly with her thumb.

“I’m just gonna clean you up.”

“With your tongue? Abby I came like 10 times…” She laughs at this. 

“I’ll be gentle.”

“Oh my god…fine but none of your usual shit” You banter. She gasps, pretending to be offended.

“What usual shit?”

“Don’t give me that, when I’m just relaxing on the couch or I’m writing at a bench and you eat me out for like 20 minutes straight.” She smirks.

“Don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re all “mmm, ahhh you taste so good” like is it my pleasure or yours at this poin-“

“Okay, okay. I’ll be gentle.” She says, more convincing this time. You nod, spreading your still shaky legs.

She licks a stripe up your soaking cunt and you let out a deep breath. Then, she kisses your clit, sucking on it and tonguing between your folds at the same time. You let out a loud moan, already so fucking sensitive. You were so fucked out you were screaming, and instead of feeling like you needed to cum like the previous 10 or so times, you felt like you were going to pee, pass out, and cum all at once.

“W-wait Abby I- you should….mmm…st…stop I might pee Abby st- mmm” Abby had already warned you earlier though that she wouldn’t stop unless you used the safe word, and at this point you didn’t know if it would be worse to pee on Abby’s face or be denied an orgasm.

Thankfully, (and surprisingly, you might add) you didn’t pee, though, instead something miraculous happened, and Abbys face was completely soaked as you squirted all over her. You were frozen. Stunned. Embarrassed. Surprised. You wanted to kill yourself, that had never fucking happened before. You waited for Abby to come back up and she looked at you fucking awe stuck.

“I am so sorry…I’ve never squirted before that was so disgusti-“

“That was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.” Abby admits, interrupting you. You blush, covering your face with your hands.

“Really?”

“Holy fuck baby, we’re doing this every day….I need that to happen again.” “I was just…it was so much and I…”

“Fuckkkkkk I think I came I was that aroused.” You laugh at this, not believing her. She smiles back, thankful you feel more confident now.

“I’m serious, look.” She reaches down and her hand comes back up, dripping in liquid. You nod.

“Well alright then.” You laugh and she brings you into a hug.

You stand up and she looks betrayed when you do so. You laugh at her facial expression.

“I’m showering, need to get cleaned up properly this time.” She smiles.

“Ooh, can I come?” You sigh. 

“This is going to be a long night.” You remark as you both head into the nearby bathroom.

[v-a-l]

Hi! I was just thinking about what made Hermione come to the conclusion that Sirius wants to live through them. Now I last read OOTP a month ago, but I can't remember anything from the conversation that suggests that he wants to live through them, he only said that they should know how to defend themselves because of the environment that will come and that is why the DA is a good idea. And even if Hermione was influenced by Molly during the summer what makes her think that the DA is a bad idea after Sirius says it's a good idea? He gave valid reasons why it is a good idea. Hermione is very smart but this scene just felt and she felt ooc here.

I know that sometimes JKR used characters like Hermione and Dumbledore as spokespersons about what she wanted the audience to know that's why we get Hermione saying that but if that's what she wanted us to think, she did a poor job because Sirius actually kind of right and it makes Hermione look biased against Sirius.

Same with Dumbledore in that conversation with Harry after Sirius's death and it sucks. She wanted us to think Sirius saw Kreacher as inferior because of his species but that's not true at all. Now, some scenes with Sirius and Kreacher made me uncomfortable and I am not going to lie about it. But Sirius hated Kreacher because he was a part of his abusive childhood and repeated the same bigoted stuff his family thought and let's not forget Sirius only got violent with him when he called Hermione a slur. So Dumbledore saying that just feels so ooc because usually he is so wise (but once i read a meta about him seeing Sirius as Grindelwald and thinking by that meta it gives us an interesting perspective about this conversation as well).

Sorry this is getting long 😅. Anyways my point is that none of it makes any sense. It is clear that JKR was biased against Sirius and to show that she brought two other characters down (though these moments can be seen as interesting flaws in them)

Have a lovely day! (Sorry about the long ask, I hope it makes sense)

Honestly, while JKR is a brilliant writer, I also find her fairly reactionary in her writing style. Sirius was one of the most popular characters in the story because she wrote him that way, he inadvertently became more popular than a lot of other characters she preferred because again, she WROTE him that way. Perhaps the creation of a character as multi-faceted and dynamic as Sirius is was entirely by accident, as she really seems to double down on the character assassination as the books go by, but regardless, there's little in the way of canonical proof to suggest that Sirius is trying to live a vicarious life through the kids. Especially cause he's the one who seems to understand what they actually need after all they've been through instead of just patronising them.

Sirius is the only one who takes Harry seriously, he is the only one who tries to not just physically be there like the others, but actually also provide emotional support. He's constantly been doing this since he escaped Azkaban, and at this point, both in the case of Harry generally, and the Weasleys specifically when Arthur was injured, he's repeatedly looking after others at his own personal cost. He gets Ron an Owl, almost tells Harry how to beat a dragon (and that's the kind of stuff Sirius Black simply just goes around knowing, how to take down Dragons), gets Harry his firebolt and Hogsmeade slip. Sirius is generally an emotionally intelligent person, and this is after 12 years of forced isolation from civilisation.

The tragedy of Sirius' arc in OOTP is that there's no one around him who can relate to his experiences. This makes it impossible for Sirius to find the kind of empathy and support he needs from the members of the order. By OOTP, Sirius' mental health, whilst constantly deteriorating is also displayed on technicolour before the entire cast. He's not allowed any secrets, his abusive childhood, his unprocessed grief, years of dementor and solitary confinement related trauma, the fact that he lost his entire twenties, his burgeoning alcoholism is all on display and not spared judgement from the self-righteous members of the Order who did not support him at 21 and are not going to support him at 33.

Furthermore, the narrative repeatedly validates him. He insists that Harry should be told the truth, and he's right, he insists that he can do more instead of just being locked up and left alone and he's right, he wants Snape to restart Harry's lessons and he's right, he repeatedly and actively disagrees with Dumbledore's opaque methods and again, he's right. He gives Harry the two way mirror because Harry needs him to be there, and as Godfather, it is Sirius' responsibility to find a safe way to ensure that happens.

Whilst he's not at his best, he's still trying, he's trying so hard to be what everyone needs him to be even when its contrary to his own instincts and emotional needs which are either dismissed entirely by the people around him or mocked with derogatory catchphrases like "fit of the sullens" that its genuinely heartbreaking that despite him going out of his way to help the Order, not only is his devotion not returned it's barely even acknowledged. They never try to acquit him, there's no mission run by the Order to try and recapture Peter or get Sirius a trial or even an opportunity to give a press conference (which, with the political climate in OOTP would actually be a great way to discredit the ministry), Dumbledore pretty much just locked him in and threw away the key, a circumstance not entirely different from the past 12 years of Sirius' unfortunately short life. An acquitted Sirius would mean a discredited justice system and ministry and also a powerful wizard to run missions again, but this prospect is not even brought up let alone addressed. He gets a posthumous consolation through a footnote in the Daily Prophet, like that could compensate for the trauma and the decade he's lost.

I think it's very binary to put people into boxes and go "this person is only these set of traits and that's all they can be." Sirius is more than his grief for the Potters and love for Harry and years of isolation and torture. He's a brilliant detective, one of the order's most powerful duelists, someone who is blatantly not afraid of calling people out, be it Walburga or Crouch or Dumbledore, someone who despite growing up in a cesspit of bigotry and violence fights for people like Lily Potter and Remus Lupin and Hermione Granger. The guy who barely tolerates Kreacher but is distasteful of Crouch's treatment of Winky. Sirius, like most people, comes with facets and is possibly one of JKR's finest creations. Not that she seemed to realise it herself.

Not that that's surprising.

The most interesting thing about Sirius and Dumbledore, and Dumbledore's repeated refusal to trust Sirius is that unlike pretty much everyone else in the order, Sirius knows that Dumbledore and Grindewald used to be friends. Lily wrote it to him and Sirius read it. If Sirius could figure out the GoF plot while being half starved to death and living in a cave, a free healthy Sirius with a very much alive James Potter would probably have put the whole plot together. I wonder how much that influenced their dynamic in OOTP because whilst the others have nothing on Dumbledore, Sirius does. If Sirius can spare Dumbledore his judgement despite knowing the truth, Dumbledore can get over Sirius being a Black.

[metaladam]

Adam walked out of the brothel room with Bee, out of breath, his neck covered in hickeys. Breathing heavily he'd put his helmit on and made his way to the microphone, lifting it up and causing a loud feedback blare to echo across the ball room.

" Oh shit, that sucked, here let me figure this out. *panting* give me uh *panting* like 30 seconds. Oh boy....*panting* whoooof."

He'd spend the next several seconds gulping down multiple bottles of water, the sound of it going right into the microphone. After panting a bit more he'd begin once again.

" Sorry about that. I just had a good lay, bro. I tell you what, I used to hate furries, I'd call um the scum of the earth, some real degenerate losers and shit. But man, after shoving my cock into Bee's sizzling wolf pussy for an hour I think I am about to take it all back. Seriously, there was steam coming out of that thing."

He'd take another long break to drink a few more bottles of water.

" Anyway, looks like everyone's having fun! Lucifer! ( @themosthatedbeingg) Hey bitch! Looks like some big wigs have been hanging around our girl ( @infernal-feminae!) I bet she'll be layin' some pipe real soon! All good though brother, we can gossip about her together! I'll tell you about my heartache, you can tell me what the inside of Lilith's asshole feels like! I know she let you, brother, just the look and smell of your kid ( @chasingrainbcws ) tell's me she's an ass baby!

Anyway Lucifer is not alone though! We got God's little vice regent right here! Michael! ( @cast-you-dxwn) and his smokin' hot date he can't keep his hands off of ( @deifuriae)! Man oh man are those two in love! I gotta tell you Michael! With how much you are obsessed with her its shocking as fuck none of her kids are yours!

But yeah, the ball has been pretty cool so far! I got laid! Satan is probably gonna get laid and traumatize one or two people, if he does not get into a fist fight with Mikey the cuck over there! But there are some bigger things going on then just this ball! We all know Hells has its problems! You know what problems they won't have in a decade? The elderly and the disabled! CAUSE WE ARE JUST GONNA KILL UM!"

He'd shout and wait for what he thought would be a huge bout of laughter. When he heard only silence he just did it again. Jumping in the air this time and throwing his hand in the air as a signal.

" CAUSE WE ARE JUST GONNA KILL UM!"

Nothing, just random crickets somewhere.

" Fuck, tough crowed. Anyway though Hell is not the only place that's fucked up! Come 2025 us angels are gonna play more active role on Earth! What is the number one problem for humans? War and poverty! STOP IT! JUST STOP IT! You know how we are gonna stop it babes? What do humans fight over? FOOD! Who handles food? FARMERS! Where is most of the land on Earth?"

He'd wait for a moment for someone to speak up, when no one did he'd answer his own question.

" UNDER WATER BITCH! That's right we are gonna teach humans to perform agriculture under the ocean! YOU EVER HAVE A SEA BEAN, SOME SEA SQUASH, SEA PUMPKINS, SOME MOTHER FUCKING SEA SALAD YOU FUCKING CUNTS?! WELL ITS COMIN! ITS COMIN NEXT YEAR JUST LIKE I DID A FEW MINUTES AGO!

Of course we all know food is not the only problems humans have, what with social media and all the shit going on that people like Vox have brought down to Hell with um! its getting bad bro, they are sexualizing chicks, and its getting to the point where even I have a problem with it!

But yeah! We are looking at some exciting new times in Heaven, we got a new milking industry going on! Angels like milk, I like milk! I like titty milk, and that's what we are gonna harness! I am talking getting the hottest babes and milking them bro, selling that shit out on the market! Angel titty milk coming this year! No one steal my idea! I fucking thought of it first!

I'm a big thinker everyone! I am an artist! A big brained philosopher! but you don't need to be a big brained and big dicked chad like me to get shit done! Pat yourself on the backs kids, you are the future!"

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

*drops the mic*

@qveenofgluttony

[elliesbabygirl]

Hypophrenia

Ellie Williams x Female!reader

Summary: A sudden meltdown near Ellie causes you to worry about her attraction to you. Ellie and reader are in a relationship already .

Warnings: Crying, mentions of a panic attack, nail picking and a college wellness center (we all know college centers suck ).

Author's note: New piece of writing, who's excited? Hopefully, this piece turns out alright in the public eye and obviously encourages me to try new styles and write more often!. Reblogs, comments & likes are greatly appreciated.

Wc: 0.8

Hypophrenia

[hi-po-fre-ne-a ] • Greek

(n) A vague feeling of sadness, seemingly without any cause.

Now playing: I just wanna feel your love again - Montell Fish

“Ms.l/n”

You didn't mean for it to happen, one minute you're fine and dandy. The next you're hyperventilating while your vision becomes blurry. The worst part was Ellie noticing your meltdown and immediately getting up from her seat to notify the professor.

“Ms.l/n!”

A low voice caught your attention, you couldn't bother responding fully instead choosing to hum to let them know you're listening.

“How are you? Ms.williams said you were experiencing..issues? I'm dr.Castillon and I am one of the many counselors here for students like you. Which you obviously know, care to explain what happened today?”

Great, a wellness center. Ellie brought you to a wellness center, she thought something was wrong with you. You pinched and picked at the skin surrounding your nails as you looked up at dr.Castillon.

“Nothing's wrong, I just had a moment in my lecture s'all”

You responded, eyes wary as you looked around at the office space. Lightly cluttered, strong smell of coffee and degrees all over the walls.

“You had a moment? Do you wanna explain that to me?” Dr.Castillon asked as they readjusted themselves into a more entertained position, the chair squeaking as they laid back.

You didn't have to look back to know that castillon was giving you a condescending smile. The speed of which you picked your nails at increasing as you felt trapped in a box.

“Is this neces-”

A knock at the door interrupted you, moving to look behind you as the door quietly opened to reveal what looked like another counselor to you.

"Castillon- oh forgive me, I don't mean to interrupt but dr.Castillion is needed” Seeing your chance, you nodded at light speed. Already up from your chair as you grabbed your backpack, shrugging it on.

"nono, it's okay! There's something I need to do anyways"

Slipping past the other counselor, you hurried through the small hall. Eyes focused on the ground as you entered the waiting room. Ellie stood up, eyes full of worry as she came closer to you.

“baby, are you okay?”

You gave her a measly smile as you ignored her question and hurried outside. The chilly november air welcoming you with a harsh kiss to the face, your breath visible as you walked away from Ellie.

You couldn't face her, not now. Not after she had to drag you all the way to the wellness center like a crying baby. The embarrassment was eating you alive as you heard her trying to keep up with you.

“Y/n, wait up! What's wrong?!”

God, you wish the world would just open up and swallow you whole. You couldn't bare having to see her face to face and explain what was wrong.

Because the truth was, you didn't know. You didn't know why you had these episodes? Could you even call them that? It seemed like a stretch to call them episodes and you couldn't call them panic attacks because it just came on whenever you were fine with no probable cause.

“Y/n! Listen to me!”

Ellie stopped in front of you, hands on your shoulders to keep you from running away. Her lips in a small pout as she took in the way you looked and it was then when she realised that you had looked tired.

Your eyes dead as you just stared at her with no will to response. How long had you been feeling this way? And why didn't you tell her? It made Ellie feel like a bad girlfriend and an even worse friend.

“Oh baby..”

She wrapped you in a hug, tears pricking her own eyes as she nestled her face into the crook of your neck. Ellie shuddered, the feeling of her brown jacket against your own puffer motivating you to hug her back.

She could sense your insecurity, you were scared of how she would react. Scared that Ellie wouldn't wanna be with you, all because of a meltdown and it broke her heart.

“Baby, I love you..and nothing's going to change that okay?" she whispered into your neck, her hand finding the back of your head as she slightly massaged your hair.

The two of you might've looked weird, hugging in the middle of the walkway while crying but Ellie couldn't give a single fuck neither could you because you needed her in that moment and she knew that too.

© 𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 ─ 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨.

[gravehags]

fever for the fire

Pairing: Cumulus x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: semi-public sex, soft dom Cumulus, finger fucking, reader staring at Cumulus' divine cleavage, Cumulus being a little bit of a stalker, pet names

Words: 1,720

Summary: This party fucking sucks. But what's waiting for you outside, certainly doesn't.

a/n: HORNY GHOULETTE HOURS ARE NOW here's the Cumulus smut I promised y'all and there's not a lot of story build up I just want to do filthy, filthy lesbian things to her. That's it that's the fic. Also era 4 ghoul outfits fucking rule.

divider by @ghuleh-recs

All at once, the party became too goddamn loud.

Someone brought an amp and Dewdrop’s guitar out and all of a sudden, they were being treated to the most horrific hell sounds from the aforementioned instrument while the offending ghoul laughed and laughed. Siblings were getting more and more animated as more and more liquor became consumed and those who hadn’t found someone to make out with were playing drinking games on the ornate mahogany table. You could feel the headache creep up your spine and start to settle at the base of your skull, so you set your punch down (what was even in this stuff?) and stepped out. After you shut the door behind you, the party became wonderfully muffled as you wandered down the cloister towards the courtyard. Finally, you had traveled enough that the chirp of crickets was the only sound filling the air, the hot day finally surrendering to a pleasantly warm summer night. You walked out a few yards onto the grass after slipping off your party shoes and luxuriated in the cool blades beneath your feet and the bliss of finally being alone.

Or so you thought.

“Hey,” the voice comes from behind you suddenly and you spin in place, cussing loudly. Reclining on a lawn chair lounge was a ghoulette with crooked smile on her lips. Her head was cocked slightly to the side, causing the riot of blonde curls that erupted from it to bounce. You could see her fangs peeking out as her smile widened.

“Fucking hell you scared the shit out of me,” you sighed, hands fidgeting in front of you as the ghoulette continued to stare. “You’re…you’re Cumulus, right?” It was an educated guess. Or rather a guess based on her beautiful curvy figure which you had observed from time to time in the library. You knew her name, but that was all.

The ghoulette makes a noise of affirmation in her throat, somewhere halfway between a giggle and a purr. It makes your stomach clench and you flex the muscles in your hands before putting them behind your back.

“Nice night,” Cumulus says in her warm voice, turning her gaze skyward. You nod and when you actually take in her figure, your throat goes dry. She’s wearing the standard ghoul uniform, but had done away with the restricting tie and had unbuttoned the black dress shirt enough to give a glorious view of her ample cleavage, framed between black suspenders. You avert your gaze a moment too late and you can see her fangs again as you flush horribly.

“Take a seat, sugar.” She pats the cushion next to her left knee and you hesitate only a moment before complying. “Party too much for you?”

You roll your shoulders and groan, very aware of how close the two of you are now.

“It’s not my scene, I got bullied into coming and then got ditched. Typical shit.”

She tuts and begins to wind one of her ringlets around a clawed finger. You try not to watch out of the corner of your eye.

“Poor thing,” she coos. “And now you’ve found me. You’re one of the librarians, right?”

You’ve never seen Cumulus before, well not without a mask that is, and you frown slightly.

“Uh yeah. How did you know that? Have we met?”

Sharp white teeth flash in the darkness and she takes her bottom lip between them while looking at you from underneath long lashes. Your cunt clenches and you’re back to balling your fists, trying desperately to smother whatever the fuck this is.

“No, we haven’t met. Not formally anyway, but I’ve seen you puttering around with the books. Pretty little thing.” Your eyes go wide and there’s that feeling again in your stomach as your eyes dart to meet hers. When she reaches out to brush the tips of her fingers against the fist at your side you nearly choke, chest heaving. Her fingers inch forward to toy with the black and red fabric of your slinky dress and you let out an exhale you know sounds so pathetically desperate but fuck she was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and that was with the mask. The fuck were you supposed to do now after seeing her face?

“Do you want me, little librarian?” she asks suddenly. She’s not looking at you, but instead at the material in between her fingers. “Because I’ve wanted you. I watch, you know. I’ve seen the way you smile. The way your hair falls over your shoulders. The way you’ve gone so long, so painfully ignored by others. Tell me, would you let me have you all to myself?” Her eyes shoot upwards to meet yours again and your jaw hangs open inelegantly, mouth dry and body wanting.

“Yes.” Your voice is raw and cracked, you know you sound like these are the first words you’ve ever spoken in your life. She pulls back, practically glowing, and pats her lap.

“C’mere, baby,” she says softly and you don’t even hesitate before standing up. You inch your dress up your thighs and with a few maneuvers manage to straddle her generous hips. When you settle, she slides her hands up your thighs and you gasp at how cool her touch is.

“Air ghoul,” she says simply while caressing your legs, delighting in how the goosebumps pebble under her touch. You nod dumbly, bracing yourself on the arms of the lawn chair. You’re soaking wet, so wet you wouldn’t be surprised if you were leaving an embarrassing mark on the front of Cumulus’ black jeans but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she’s almost gleeful as her hands slide further up your thighs to grip at your hips and belly, her claws digging deliciously into your flesh. You bite back a moan at the sensation as your hips rock wantonly against her. All she has to do is lean forward ever so slightly and you’re lunging towards her to slam your mouth into hers. You’re over-eager but she’s patient, waiting for you to slow and match her pace as she languidly licks into your mouth. She makes sweet noises under you and you cant your hips again, sucking hungrily on her bottom lip. When she moves one of her hands from under your dress to pull at your hair you break the kiss with a loud moan. Cumulus smiles up at you beatifically as you continue to grind your sopping cunt onto her.

“P-please. Please Cumulus, I need you.”

She laughs at you, warm and bright, continuing to caress your scalp.

“You want me here? Right now, in the garden? Where anyone can see us? Filthy girl.”

A pitiful whine leaves your lips when you feel one of her claws toying with the waistband of your underwear. You’re starting to feel dizzy and drunk, long after the party punch has worn off. Her hand slides down between the two of you and you choke on your gasp when she pushes the gusset of your panties aside, letting her fingers brush at the heat of you. She inhales sharply through her nose and a small growl bubbles from her throat.

“So fucking wet, baby. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

You nod frantically and your grip on the arms of the lawn chair becomes painful when she slips one finger between your folds and runs the pad of it over your clit. You practically howl and she rubs at you slowly, methodically. Cumulus is breathing heavily now, clearly enjoying the mess you’re making on her hand as she slides her finger inside of you and you loudly keen. Her pace begins to gradually quicken as she adds another finger, curling both inside of you to hit that gorgeous spot that makes lights dance across your vision. She’s gasping and heaving as much as you are as she fucks into you, the noises of your slick the only sound in the darkened garden. When she slows, your eyes fly to hers to plead and she grins.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers, honey. I want to see you come undone.”

Your jaw hangs open and your hips begin to rock against her stilled fingers. She’s got them curled perfectly inside you and you do as she asks, head tilting back as you use her. She’s whispering filthy things to you – that’s it love, so good for me, so fucking sweet – but you barely hear them over the sound of your own moans. Your hips and thighs burn from the effort of riding her hand and you’re about to collapse when you feel that familiar pull on your spine, moving upwards towards your chest. The sounds you’re making are lewd and you’ve probably attracted attention to your quiet garden spot but you can’t stop the jolt of your hips. When you open your eyes to look into her heated stare, you stop breathing for one beat, two beats, and then cry out sharply. She finishes the job, her fingers pistoning inside you at an impossible pace as you ride your orgasm, cunt clenching on her. Cumulus doesn’t stop when your body twitches with overstimulation, not until you mewl against her chest begging for mercy. Slowly, she removes her hand from your underwear and Satan, it’s embarrassingly wet, but she revels in it. Bringing her hand up to her mouth you see her fangs flash yet again as she wantonly licks a stripe up her palm and slips her two fingers inside her mouth. The sound she makes is enough to cause your hips to jerk against her one last time and when she pulls you in to taste yourself on her mouth you don’t object. Pressing your foreheads together she lets out a contented sound before cupping your cheeks in both her hands.

“We, uh,” the words feel heavy and slow on your tongue, “we should probably take this somewhere else.”

“Think you made enough noise to wake the dead, sweetheart, but sure. I know a place.”

When you finally disengage yourself from her and stand, the ache in your thighs and knees causes you to groan. She hops up with little effort and pulls you eagerly towards the direction of the ghoul den.

Your shoes sit forgotten in the grass.

[hisaribi]

<333 OMG THANK U FOR THE LONG RESPONSE ABT OMEGA JAY + EVEN MORE OF YOUR BETA DICK HCS 😭💞 they're really lovely, I really enjoy how you look at omegas? The protectiveness and how they'd be bigger moreso focusing on protection and stuff ! Cool ! Worldbuilding ! I love how you get these different types of packs (like Damian's!) etc etc

Reverse Robin's Dick is absolutely precious, I love him infinitely. His and Damian's dynamics are <333 just lovely since Damian has mellowed down and softened quite a bit :') <33

SORRY 😭 just being attacked by brain worms, thank u sm for the lengthy answer !!! Small question because rev robins is just so fun and I got like, extra WOAH-ED by it, are you killing off Tim here (Making him RH or some other Crime lord, much colder than what Jason is) or is it still Jason (Eternally doomed god help him 😭)

And ! It just made me imagine big brother Jason ! Even more protective of pups and betas, Dick is both ;-; (is he going to get smothered?)

AGAIN!!! THANK U !!! ur so cool <3

I'm really glad it brought you joy! No you're cool!

the context: beta dick grayson post, omega Jason ask

I love reverse robins as a way to explore dynamics that can still be the same even if everything is so so different, so yeah, and in omegaverse with Dick being the only beta in a pack that isn't used to it and yet somehow holding them together is just great!

but I have sort of difficult relationship with rr, because I have preferences about them, that I don't see a lot lol

one of them Batgirls (minus Steph, or no, idk), being the canon-age, so no, babs isn't youngest in this, she's older than Damian and they have a love-hate relationships that are more sibling-like, Cass is the third eldest, Duke is forth and so on, Staph probably still between Jason and Tim, but idk. Harper also has her canon age, because I said so, anyway, back to all that

another is that Tim joined because of Dick and his obsession with him caused by trauma and all that. So in Reverse Robins he won't be joining the family before Dick. I sorta like him joining during the battle for cowl, the same goes for Duke, actually, but for different reasons. So Tim would be over 17 (lol), and he steps in because Dick being Dick would try and hold a leash on a bunch of elder batfam people who try to become Batmans but they all suck so ye, Tim steps in to help Dick. I have this post about reverse robins where ages are reversed, but not the order of adoption, so something like that would still be good for our reverse robins omegaverse thingie we talk about. so again, we can go around that with B adopting Tim before any of that, but that's a different can of worms. Also I sorta prefer Tim being more on the Oracle side

Now for died and was revived and it was a shitshow (affectionate), I think it should be either Jason or Steph, but also Steph's story as Spoiler compiles me, so no, Tim won't be the Robin who died (they are also Shadows, not Robins, and nobody knew who really lived through all the vigilante thing, if anything and we make Duke join the first, him and Damian constantly changing does create a nice creature vibe, anyway), for me it's still Jason

I also do love the possible body dysphoria Jason would get, because he died on a pretty short side right before Dick appeared in the family (I put their age difference) more like what they have in pre-n52 canon, because I really dislike what they did with ages here, anyway, at least 7 years difference, so Jason died at 15, Dick got to the family right after that and B was grieving and gosh what a shitshow that would be, so back to Jason, he's suddenly really-tall, really buff, and clearly omega, and he comes back in like two years max with his whole Red Hood shtick, and he's like I've been replaced, and looks at a kid who's clearly ready to throw hands with him, who also went like I'm not Shadow, I'm Robin, screw you

And Jason, who was used that nobody, not even Damian, got to the field before they were fourteen, that was a strict rule on B's side (actually Damian was a menace since day one he appeared at Bruce's door at the age of ten, but that's not what you tell your youngest), and yet here's kid who probably didn't live even a decade (I hc that before 13 he was like on a shorter side, but then between 13 and 15 he almost reached his adult height, so he definitely looked younger), and Jason's like... Bruce, at first I wanted to make you suffer, but now I'm going to kill you, how DARE you endanger the kid, what dO YOU MEAN HE ISN'T ADOPTED AND YOU KEEP HIS AS A WARD?! so ye, tiny Dick being the wrench that broke all Jason's dramatic plans

Dick's also has a 1000 quota stare, because he went through grieving B, fought teeth and nails to have his own vigilante persona, and he's used to wrangle Bruce and Jean-Paul, as well as Duke and Damian, and Batgirls, the kid is unfazed by the last Shadow coming back to life and his bag of severed heads is like huh, anyway, moving on

also yes, Dick is going to be smoothered by everyone, he would like it, as long as aside from that time he's treated as equal and stop trying to carry me away I had everything under control. also like really not getting the whole pack stuff, but mimicking it well enough that there's a bet who he would grow up to be, and Damian and Cass look at each other like nope, not telling them

also idk where to put it, so out of mentioned here Tim is alpha, Duke is omega, Steph is omega (and is the fourth tallest of the batfam), Babs is alpha, Cass is alpha, Harper idk, she has alpha vibes, I don't remember actually if I contradict myself, so whatever

so ye, thank you for the ask and have a nice day!

[apatchworkstar]

Hi! >:- 3c surprised to see me here? Cause I'm a bit, to be making this. So! Context is I made a Muu playlist and I wanted to make a post about why I ordered it the way I did. Not to mention why I chose the songs I did.

So, as they say, from the top~

Selfish Princess - Fujiwo

I feel like anyone who knows of Muu and has listened to this song may be able to guess why it's here. But for anyone who hasn't...

I feel like this captures her dichotomy of how she wants to be catered to very well.

Wanna eat that sweet sweet chocolate, wanna drink that hot hot latte, wanna eat that soft soft bread. Wanna eat that sticky cheese, wanna sleep in that fluffy fluffy bed; dozy, dozy have a good night zzz / Wanna eat that bitter bitter liver, wanna drink that red red soup, wanna eat that soft soft flesh.

This song also showcases how lazy she can be when it comes to things she's asked to do. In conjunction with how she expects people to work around her, instead of the other way round.

One, two, three- start dancing to the beat with my mysterious steps / Murmuring, rolling, lazy lazy meow meow; don't wanna do anything! / Three, two, one- the fragrant that makes my heart beat wildly

It also highlights a aspect of hers that can get overlooked. That being that she tends to like people who aren't just seeming to suck up to her.

Guillotine, gunshot, burning or seppuku, any option you'd like. No one can beat me; oh how boring. / Sweet sweet is not enough, show me more of that twisted face. Lalala lalala lalala, see- it's not enough

You may ask "then why would she bully those who aren't giving into her whims?" and that's a fair question! Muu does like to be indulged, after all. She's just also someone who doesn't appreciate people feeding off her without any sort of recompense. This is shown in how she refers to Mikoto in the wireless headphones.

Mikoto-kun, he's a bit of a poser

Overall, it's a good starting song as it shows Muu at a baseline.

I'm waiting for someone to love this selfish me. My pillow is wet with tears at the lonely nights. I watch every second passing by-

but I'm... right?

Selfish, lalala~ Don't be afraid everyone. Please give, give me! Keep giving me everything. Everything can be forgiven because I'm the cutest.

Hello Dystopia - MafuMafu

Ah, Hello Dystopia, my beloved~ Also a very easy pick for Muu, given her role in her school's dynamic.

Now, exit, exit; disappear, if you'd please! / The influence of a desperate god, the screws in my head turn anti-clockwise. It's too late to let us down, isn't it? Don't you beg for your life- let's fall together to the depths of hell. / Here, there's only idiots crawling out of the woodwork who want to play. Let's go in order, starting with whose hands are free- raise them to the gallows

As we all know, Muu has a habit of acting against anyone who she thinks dislikes her/ has ulterior motives-

Rehabilitation, reincarnation, my specialty. A refuge for failures to gather in 140 characters / It's the cruel sin of tearing down a tower of building blocks. All right, we're saving the world; excellent, chanting in unison, almost logged out of life

-We also know that, in some sense, this is meant to be a kindness, as she refers to these actions as "gentle stings".

Let's chant babbled nonsense. Let's grant wishes, no matter what they may be. Good children surely get prizes for perfect attendance; a show made of the dismantlement of the slandered / This is fake news, see. Keep out; die a dog's death. Mostly sources from ambiguous tip offs

It also touches upon some implications about Muu. Namely, that she has a distorted sense of showing and receiving "love"

A utopia where love is uncertain; there's no way of knowing if any of it's true or not anyways. A utopia where love is uncertain. Hysteria where this is certain

And that she tends to view things like love and hate in a transactional nature.

Here's the question, question- what was brought into being after we hurt each other? Excellent answer; dystopia / A shooting gallery for shotguns; thank you, Merry Bad End / Ignorant irony, though there's no conflict. Like it's a piece of cake, throw an entire life into disorder

Furthermore, this song placed here means it can also be read as her initial relationship with Rei

Love me; for my ambiguous self, become mine. Give me validation, hereditary idiot. Have you written the fiction between you and me? The present state of wild delusions and exaggerations, a collar at hand

"hey"

Useless Angel - Nanawo Akari

Now we get to Useless Angel! Something that definitely highlights Muu's more lazy side

It's not that I won't do it, I just can't! / Aah, lately the word on the street is that there's a no-good angel who makes up for her uselessness with angelic power... Well, that's the plan! / I wanna get a good score on my upcoming test, but my brain can't keep up and my thoughts are clattering around. It's Saturday, and I wanna get up early but I can't stop playing online games in the middle of the night / Just lemme say there's nothing I can do about it! Even though I stuck my halo in my mouth / "But can you really fly if you work hard?" I'm making a face that looks like that

But it also shows more of her earnest desire for affection, and the lengths she's willing to go to receive it,

I want to convey to you more and more of my feeling being inadequate. But, when I'm noticed, I get nervous, a miscommunication. My blinking halo is cracking, but with this, I'll change your mind about my identity. I said it's a bluff, but the truth is that there's a foggy feeling of love. I want to search for it with you. / Hey, the no-good, no-good, no-good, no-good me- you'll love her! / I'll make your heart beat, beat, beat, beat just for you! If you'd just look at me seriously, I'd probably do it!

And her anxieties about not being deserving of said affection. Or receiving it for reasons that have nothing to do with her as a person.

But am I at least alright? / I hid my feeling of love in that kind of paper-mache shell, but I want to be laughing with you. Hey the no-good, no-good, no-good, no-good me... are you okay with her? To tell the truth, I don't have any self confidence. I'm an angel, you know. My head is spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning. It is filled with nothing but you- that's what I've been thinking about!

I think I'll be able to fly with this love I've received, since I'm an angel

It's not that I won't do it, I just can't!

Er, well, I'll put a lot of effort in anyway!

Chameleon - Surii

And Chameleon represents Muu in the midst of her efforts to earn love meaningfully. As I said before in this post, Muu doesn't want people to just fawn over her for no reason. And this time she's putting in her all to catch the attention she wants from Rei!

I get dizzy from falling in love burningly. I want to be loved, so I'm being an honour student. As I get irritated, my heart is scattered- but I'm a chameleon that can blend in this much / I want to resist to ask you for your affection. I want to show you the best attitude / A while crying and a while falling in love again. Today's makeup can't be messed with / A passionate chameleon becoming half dead again, but next time, for sure. A passionate chameleon. I'm a chameleon that just wants to be loved by you. Transform and diving into the average class. A complete change into the life of the lower class, piling up the dynamite on myself. Oh my, what a damp noise

But of course, Muu is someone who can't help but stay true to herself, even if it causes her trouble. As much as she tries to hide it, not everything can be covered up by hard work and determination.

The transformation is not perfect; my entire body is not something you desire. I take those dynamites little by little, apparently dangerous / Do you still wanna be loved? / A while buttering up and a while melting; I gotta check today's trend. Dazzling from singing flamingly, living a life with the passing grade. My resentful heart sways back and forth; I'm a chameleon that can be a part of it / My throat is parched, feeling the moment. But can't be forgiven because my outfit is way too flashy.

Even if it's painful, it's just something she ends up slipping back into. And so the loop of effort and pain continues.

Dunno... I cried so much that even my true original colour disappeared. When I tried to run away because it was too hard for me, you smiled at me.

Only want you to love me, is it not enough? Still not enough so try to blend in, chameleon

Ai Janai - DAZBEE

Yes, I know Gunsli has brought this specific song before. It's a great comparison and you should all give it a read when you have the chance! However, I do have my own reasoning. Especially it being placed where it is! Besides, I do do things a bit different from her, even if there are similarities.

But yes! We are slowly approaching the eye of the storm now. Everything is turning upside down and tensions are beginning to run high. Muu's starting to lose it, lost between her desire for love and her desire to earn it. And that's mixing with the burgeoning realization that maybe Rei wouldn't ever like her.

This isn't love, so depressed I feel sick. This isn't love; it isn't, right? Is that the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard? Denied, isn't it? / On an answer sheet with A, B, and Cs, I gladly marked each question wrong. Could we have a secret love? "let's solve the hard questions together", "I'll wait for you after school" ...as if you would say that. / Before I fall apart, I wanna confess about this love that won't go away / Something's wrong with me, I must be going crazy. I'm in a drunken stupor filled with regret /I'm half joking and about to cry / I won't get my hopes up

Further and further until we enter it and anything can be set off with something as simple as a push or shove.

My sixth sense is tingling, I realized I really need to see you / It's like I'm sucked into a vortex each time I remember, and I can't get away

I look up the psychology of your actions online for signs / "Let's share secret looks between us", "I'll be standing in the hallway" ...but you're not listening, are you?

You'd resent me for the deal I've made in my head

Is this respite before I'm faced with a dilemma?

(Bonus!) Notice - Moe Shop

It's the bonus round! Also known as the song I keep dithering about putting in the playlist or not. It just feels. Very fitting for this moment.

Signal broken, error, retry. No one told me how to do this. Faith, belief un-fucking-believable. Shaking, wavering proof of my love / Taking long to get a reply, regretting. Maybe I'm thinking about it too much. Shaking, wavering, vibrating

That sensitive age where you wanna start a coup, can't pick up anything dropped. Stand, bow, this is a warzone

Cut off 5cm of my school skirt, feeling a little blue and sentimental. Senpai please, notice me. I already know there's a sweetie, so bad that I seriously consider suicide. It really hurts. / Eyes glaring in the dark

A piano in the evening, Ivory skies above. I hear a voice calling someone to stop. Please almighty god, stop those footsteps before the magic of misunderstanding fades

"Please, senpai. Notice me"

Short lived rumours last 75 days. That couple who were dating, broken up already, love is a lie.

Messed Up! - Natsuyama Yotsugi

And now we arrive at the incident- including this, only five more songs to go...! Thankfully God's Parasol is very short. More like a preview than anything. But back on track! We finally reach a release and now Muu has to deal with the aftermath.

I messed up and I killed 'em!? I caused a big commotion in the early afternoon- a rouge coloured puddle. Ah, they went and died!! I've gone and done this and that, and now I'm getting worried. I wipe my sweat away as the cicadas cry. Crisis! Crisis! My thoughts go 'round and 'round. This story's taken a dark turn, oh... / There's nothing I can do. Escaping into a träumerei, please, close my eyelids already

"Co-ming. Who is it?" I open the door to a flood of justice "Could you tell us the truth about this incident" "Actually no, first, a word of apology please" Ah, I'm sorry, I'm s-s-sorry. I've been a bad girl, that's why please / I'm just getting my just desserts / My offenses are as stated. Oh judge, please send me to the gallows already / They messed up and killed 'em!? What a big fuss over nothing, a story turned märchen / and the whole crowd laughs like fools

Darling - Keina Suda

And now the aftermath starts to set in. After all, as we've seen in milgram (and Undercover) Muu is a girl filled with regret and wistfulness

Am I not good enough? I know I'm the only one / I can't win your heart. I know you better than anyone / Darling, I'll give you my everything- please, give me all your love

There is no point in being alone. Words couldn't be created. I know- I know, but I keep pretending. We can't be together; our hearts will stay apart / but my love for you is shameless / Panicked, you were having too much fun

Just forget it, I'll be waiting for all this to end / Darling, take me someday; I long for that day to come

God's Parasol - Shikiura

This is so short I feel like I could just put all the lyrics here lmao. So that's what I'm gonna do

With the parasol god gave me, I'll come to you, fluttering in the air. I don't need anything else, melting away with your sweet kisses. With the parasol god gave me, I'll come to you, fluttering in the air. Why won't you say anything other than goodbyes?

First Love Diary - Kashii Moimi

Now we're really getting into the conflicting feelings- the regret, the frustration and sorrow all melding into something manically tangled.

I could never come to hate you, and so this ingrained self-restraint has no function. I'm forever remembering the secrets shared just between us two. Do I have to keep my feelings under lock and key? Saying "I want to see you" is my signal that I've been hurt, but I'm reluctant to cry all by my lonesome after putting on a brave front. / It'll do me no good (Don't leave) to get this attached to you. (me alone...) / please don't abandon me / I want to stay gentle (I'm the best in the world)

Dizzily inhaling your gaze, I don't even know what I've been doing to survive until now (You're heartless, aren't you?) I hate it, darling. I beg you, grasp my hand and rebuild me as someone new. Just as you want me! (Aren't I remarkable?) Maybe everything about me is becoming immoral in an indifferent and imbecilic way. Yet your hands are forever lovely (this is our starting point) / Indeed your words are my drug. I'm falling upside down, so won't you catch me? (And take me away from these dark days?) / Even so, darling... (I want you)

I hate it darling, become my sustenance! You know, I can't feel a single thing. You're constantly not there (Is nothingness so awful?) I love you. Can you tell me there'll never be another?! / "My first love won't be fulfilled" Then what should be done about me, who was able to fulfill it?

Will it always be so painful? Yes, yes, I feel the same way. So let's hurry up and go together (to heaven)

Chronophobia - 2進P

And finally, the point Muu was at when she was whisked away to Milgram. This is the point where the mania has faded, only leaving hurtful memories that dig into her psyche.

Time is projected so clearly; it goes on everywhere. Beautiful lights deceive my eyes as usual. I sloppily tore the flickering image that's always next to me into pieces- you know, even if I close my eyes, it's still there. I dislike everything about time. I don't care at all for eternity. The bitter words and their meaning don't accomplish anything; they've left intense scars and won't stop.

Why exactly is that moon still waxing and waning? I can hear that deeply warped noise so close to me. I run a tightly gripped knife across my face, wanting that unpleasant sound to disappear. Don't touch me, don't come near me, sounds of time. Since I'm begging, just kill me already.

There's no smile in my eyes. There is only the unstopping memory someone has violated me with.

Why, why do I keep seeing it? Please, stop it. Shut my eyes. / Please, stop it. Let me sleep.

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

okay but thinking robin thoughts that i have to share with you...IMAGINE getting fucked by coworker!robin in the back of family video. her hand over your mouth to hold in the sinful moans that come from your lips as she fucks you through multiple orgasms??? "gotta be quiet for me baby. we wouldn't want anyone to catch us like this hm?"

ANYWAY-

RUDE OF YOU TO SEND THIS WHEN I WAS ON MY WAY OUT TODAY BC IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT ALL DAY AND NSKDEHRHBS

pls send more things for my Robin brain rot

HERES SOME FILTH FOR YOU (smut under da cut, 18+ MINORS DNI! (fingering, multiple orgasms))

OK BYE IM GOING TO BED NOW PLS ENJOY

She’s got you pinned right next to the locked breakroom door so she can hear if the bell on the front door rings or if Steve yells for help with re-shelving things. One hand on your mouth to keep you quiet while the other is two fingers deep in your sopping cunt, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. She’s towering over you, breath hot on your forehead as she watches her hand move beneath the short little skirt you wore to bring her her forgotten lunch. Your panties are tucked in her back pocket and your head is tilted up, eyes closed in a beautiful mix of ecstasy and overstimulation.

You shake your head no, eyes opening all teary as you silently beg her to pause so you can breathe. She moves her fingers in and out of you just a bit faster causing you to gasp and moan into her hand, your thighs trying to tense around her other hand to keep her where she is.

“Gotta be quiet for me baby. Wouldn’t want someone to catch us like this hm?”

She pushes another finger in and rubs your clit even faster as she tries to get you to the edge. You’re trying to cave in on yourself, knot in your stomach coiling tighter and tighter. She knows you’re close so she replaces her hand with her mouth and swallows your scream as you cum around her fingers for the fourth time that afternoon. The kiss is all teeth and tongue and warm as your cunt continues to clench around her fingers that help you ride through your orgasm.

Your breathing slows and she pulls away, resting her forehead on yours as she slowly and softly pulls her hand from between your legs and licks away your release from her fingers.

Robin kisses your forehead before walking over to the sink in the breakroom and washing her hands and then wets a paper towel. She returns to you and kneels, running the wet towel up your leg to clean up the cum that made its way down from your first three orgasms and then softly runs it up and down your abused pussy. You whine and wobble on your legs earning a sweet kiss to each thigh before Robin stands up and pressed a chaste kiss to your red and bitten lips.

“I think that’s a record,” she smiles at you. “Four in my 30 minute lunch break.”

You whine, sore and overstimulated, “you didn’t even eat your lunch.”

“No I ate dessert first,” she smirks reminding you of how this started—with your back on the breakroom table and her mouth on your pussy, licking and sucking at your clit drawing out your first release of the afternoon with you biting your hand to keep the moans in—the lunch you brought her forgotten on the counter. You tried to sneak out after that first one but she caught you by the door and fucked three more orgasms out of you with her fingers. Praising you and thanking you for bringing her her lunch while her thumb ran around your clit and her fingers made you see stars.

She kisses you one more time just as the bell on the front door rings letting you know a customer has finally made an appearance.

“See you at home,” she smiles, unlocking the door and making her way out of the breakroom before you.

You take a few deep breaths and leave the breakroom a few minutes later. You pass by Steve, who shoots you a smirk that makes you blush and walk just that much faster. You forget your missing panties until you get to your car and sit down, shock shooting up your spine as your bare pussy rubs on the cold leather, and smile on the drive home thinking about what to do for Robin for dinner that’ll get you in a similar—or opposite—position as lunch.

[cherryy-slushy]

I AM DAMAGED PART 3

(Had to sneak a bit of Elvis my pookie in here)

Warnings: Mention of Guns, smut, drug use, smoking, underage alcohol usage, toxic relationships and more.

Days passed from that encounter with JD. Days turned to weeks. And weeks turned to months. And soon enough, it was Halloween.

Your school life and social life had been going great. You had a new friend group, you joined clubs. You were happy. You hadn’t spoken to JD in a while. You didn’t want to. You knew if you did you’d be sucked into the loophole of anger and jealousy all over again.

Until this day.

Y/N was invited to a Halloween party. You were buzzing. Your friends all started deciding what costumes to wear.

“How about we go vintage?”, Carrie chimed in.

“Vintage like how?”, Y/N asked.

“50s or 60s themed?”, Jamie questioned.

“Either. It’ll be so fun!!”, Carrie exclaimed.

“I CALL PRISCILLA PRESLEY!!”, Y/N yelled, leaping out of her chair.

Carrie laughs “okay okay. I’ll take… Marilyn monroe?”

Later that night

Y/N was sitting in her room, book in her hand and record playing in the back.

“Y/N! Come down for a moment will ya?”, her dad yells.

“Coming!”, she said.

She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Bud and I have a business trip to go on. You’re gonna be here looking after your brother alone for 3-4 days.”, Her dad inquired.

“You got it boss”, Y/N said, saluting.

“We’re leaving tomorrow so make sure you look after the kid. Okay?”

“Yup” Y/N walked into the hall.

“Oh. It’s you”, she said, seeing Jason standing in the hall.

“It’s me”, he replied.

“Okay anyways bye”

“Not so fast”, he put his arm in front of her, “How bout we hang out one day soon, it’s been a while”.

“Oohhh I don’t think I can sorry”, she replied.

“Why not?”

“Cause I don’t wanna”, she sassed.

“You listen here, you need to stop being a bitch. I did nothin wrong. Okay? So stop being a fucking brat”, he spat.

“What you gonna do about it?”, she snarled.

He grabbed her arms and yanked her upstairs.

SMUT INCOMING

He yanked her into her room.

“Oi! Let go! Dick”, she spat at him.

He pushed her onto the bed.

“Pants off.”, he growled.

“Fuck you”

“Oh you will”.

He took his shirt off and walked towards her.

“You want this?”, he asked.

“Yeah”, she whispered.

“Off”, he said pointing at her clothes.

She quickly stripped, leaving herself feel exposed.

He eyed her up.

“Mine. All mine”, he whispered.

He grabbed her hip and pulled her over to the bed.

He laid her down and brought his hand up and down her body.

From her neck, to her chest, down to her stomach.

“Jason..”, she whispered.

“That’s me, doll. Tell me what you need”, he whispered back.

“You. I need you”

He brought his hand down to her core and rubbed her.

She moaned. He moaned.

“Please…”, she whispered.

He knew what she meant.

He lined himself up with her hole and pushed in.

He started at an excruciatingly fast pace.

“AH SHIT”, she moaned.

They both continued on until there was a ringing sound.

(That was so shit I’m sorry I haven’t written smut before ☹️)

“Shit”, JD said. Taking himself out of Y/N and putting his pants on.

She looked up at him in confusion.

“Hello?” He said down the phone.

Y/N could hear a muffled voice through the phone, unable to hear is clearly enough to know who it was.

“Yeah, sorry darlin’, Im coming now”, he said.

Darling? DARLING? WHY DID HE SAY DARLING?

He looked at Y/N and just walked out, putting his shirt back on.

Y/N got up and looked around in confusion.

“Oh my god I’m so fucking stupid…”, she said.

She got up and looked in the mirror.

She slapped herself.

And again.

And again.

And again until her face was red and raw.

“Fuck”.

She walked over to her underwear drawer and pulled it open, taking out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes.

She ignited the flame and held it to the bottom of the cigarette.

She took a pull.

And again.

And again.

Until it was finished.

She sat down on her bed and stared in thought.

He’s dating someone. Probably Veronica. I just fucked someone’s boyfriend. I’m terrible. I’m gross. What’s wrong with me.

Her phone rang.

Carrie.

She picked it up.

“Hey girl, Jamie and I were gonna go get slushies in 7-11. You coming?”

“I- uhm” she said. She thought for a second. Realising she needed to get her mind away. “Yeah. Count me in”

“Yes! I’ll come get you now. Hang in there”, Carrie said, hanging up.

She threw a top back on and her jeans, hearing the car pull up.

She ran out to Carrie and smiled.

“Hey!”, carrie beamed.

“Hi Carr. Where’s Jamie?”, Y/N asked.

“He’s on his way there now. Come on stop dilly dallying. Let’s go!”

Y/N got into the car and they drove off.

They arrived at 7/11. Jamie was stood outside.

“Took yous long enough”, he laughed.

“Shut up freak. Come on”, Carrie messed.

They walked in and something, or more specifically, someone, caught Y/Ns eyes.

Jason and Veronica.

Y/N looked over at them quickly.

Her face dropped in realisation.

He didn’t use a condom.

[wishitweresummer]

My take on the Caiti/George situation and what I will be doing going forward.

(Just saying my piece as somebody who makes content about the Dream Team - so this is really for people wondering what I think and if I will be continuing to make content.)

TW - Sensitive and serious subject.

This situation just sucks so much for so many reasons. First, I don’t think it should have been brought into the public eye at all. I think it all boils down to a misunderstanding and a push of boundaries. Not assault. Not harassment. Not rape. Not grooming.

It was all brought out publically anyway so let’s try to learn from it. Our takeaways should be about support, power dynamics, safety, and awareness of boundaries. Caiti is upset because her boundaries were crossed. Her feelings are 100% valid. It’s awful to see how what George did affected her and I hope she can heal. Her friend’s should have protected her. Everyone in the room should have, obviously.

One huge issue I have here is Caiti is referring to George pushing her boundaries as Sexual Assault. This is causing reactions to go to extremes. Making a girl uncomfortable is bad and can have pretty serious social consequences. Sexually Assaulting a girl is a crime and it can put you in jail.

Fans are getting defensive and hostile because instead of George getting a chance to develop and learn as a person, he could potentially lose his platform. On my own timeline I’ve seen death threats against George and young fans. George shouldn’t have done what he did. George should know better. But, if we don’t give people room to grow and change, then people will work harder to silence their victims. George listened to how Caiti felt and apologized. The majority of things people I’ve seen found wrong with his responses have seemed nit-picky to me. Or, like it just doesn’t matter what his response is.

George should listen to the women’s voices around him and understand that he is not a regular guy. He needs to behave at a higher standard because there will be a power imbalance between him and every girl he interacts with.

If you think George should lose his platform for this, then that’s your right. I’ve seen a lot of people arguing on both sides. To be honest, it’s exhausting. When it comes down to it, I don’t think it’s any of our decisions anyway. If all of his friends stop making content with him and he never gets welcomed to another event, then it’s really out of our hands. I think that would be ridiculous, but still. Out of my hands.

For me, I’m mostly just tired and sad. I do love this community. The hostility I’ve seen in the community between fans has been awful. Horrifying, really. The death threats, victim blaming, doxxing, baiting. In discords, I’ve watched people that were friends tear into each other. I’ve watched people bait tweet so that they can attack teenagers as a group for staying in the fandom.

For my honest opinion, I think everybody messed up. George the most. George apologized and is taking accountability. And, he is definitely being punished for his actions. I think he will think twice before he tries anything close to this again. That’s what really matters here, to me.

Have whatever opinion you want, but don’t expect to change mine with hostility and threats. We are all human so none of us are going to be perfect. If you disagree with me, that’s okay. This isn’t an attack on you.

I really want everyone to stay safe. This situation has been awful and I’m sure terrible for everybody’s mental health. I know we aren’t the victims here, and I’ve seen a lot of people attacked for just saying they’re sad, but listen. It’s okay. This was sad and awful and scary. And it’s probably not over.

If you need a break, take a break. One more thing, I’ve seen a lot of people asking “Is it okay if I do this?” or “Is it okay for me to feel this?”. We are not a hive mind. We aren’t going to move as a group. Accept that it’s likely all your friends don’t feel exactly as you do. Just remember to stay respectful of their feelings, and your own.

Eventually, I will probably be getting back to my regular posting. I think we are going to see a lot of changes in the content we will see from the Dream Team though, so who really knows. I just wanted to get my own thoughts out here.

Okay, love you guys. <3

Here is a link you can use to find some charities that support girls.

[pacifymebby]

t r o u b l e/ chapter twenty six

Tommy

I was circling the countryside, tracking down country lanes in a spiral back towards Arrow House. Back home, without my little sister. Feeling defeated. Frustrated. Feeling the nauseous chill which sets in after the panic has passed. When you've burnt through all that fight or flight, when all the adrenaline you wasted has amounted to nothing... all that buzzing static, that rushing blood, all those racing thoughts for nothing because in the end they hadn't mattered either way. She wasn't here. We'd lost her.

We'd be lucky if we ever got her back.

"Jesus Christ," I growled to no one but myself through gritted teeth, "Jesus fucking Christ!" I spat eyes squeezed shut as I let my head fall down against the steering wheel. Driving blind down the road until I heard a tractor and swerved into the closest pocket, a cattle crossing with a rusty old gate.

I had that lump in my throat like I was about to cry. Hadn't done that for a long time, knew it wouldn't do me any good now anyway. Wouldn't bring her back. A useless emotion, a useless habit to get into.

I sucked in my cheek instead, bit until I drew blood and kept my eyes wide open until I felt the dry sting. The tears receding, the hurt swallowed down. The only way I knew how to handle it. Locked it away, started the car and did a U-Turn. No more slow spiral home. Accepted the truth of the matter, the dreary, bleak reality. The facts.

Sylvie had snook away from us. Been too clever, too quick... too much like her brothers. Too much perhaps like me.

She wasn't coming back by herself and she was already beyond my reach. I'd lost her.

When the phone started ringing I moved listlessly. Didn't rush to answer, much to the caller's disgruntled amusement.

"You know Tommy if it was my family yeah... if it was my little..."

"Enough Alfie," I groaned, "spare me the concern eh, I'll run my family my way yeah, you can do whatever you like with whatever I've got..."

"Well," he said, a darkness in his voice that didn't sit right with. Me didn't worry me as it should have because I'd already decided Sylvie was lost to the world. Gone for good. "Well," he said, "that's just it right, that's just it mate... what have I got Tommy... What have I..."

"I don't know Alfie what have you got eh do us both a favour would you, keep it short an sweet... I'm driving I can hardly afford to fall asleep at the..."

"She's safe Tommy," he said, his words not quite registering with me as I trailed off, as I swallowed the sprout of hope, tried to ignore the little bud about to open because this was Alfie Solomons and he'd never delivered good news to me before.

"She's what?"

"She's here mate, she's here and she's safe and..."

"Jesus Christ Alfie why the fuck didn't you just say that..." I shook, my chuckle a little breathy, disbelieving though I should have believed it. "What about Isaiah?"

"And..." he cut my smile short, "she wants to stay here with me...if that's alright with you of course mate..." the sound of his smile got under my skin, pissed me off more than I should have let it.

"What?" I frowned turning the car down a sharp winding lane, headlights on to cut through the mist. I should have been paying attention to the roads, not to Alfie. Should have been watching for lights in the fog. Should have been thinking about every possible threat. But I wasn't.

"Oh who? The lout? He's fine too, fuckin annoyin cunt but... I ain't harmed the lad yet..."

"Alfie... what the fuck did you just say to me..."

"She came here Tommy, I didn't even have to go lookin for her yeah... she brought herself all the way here and you know what she did mate? You know what she did... seriously mate I don't know what the fuck you're doin up there, how you're raisin the kids but fuck me... you've gotta change your fuckin ways cause this one's fucked in the head," he said, this amusement mixed up with his warning. I could picture him grinning, could picture him leant back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, smoking a cigarette and grinning down the line, waving one hand about his head, the other holding his phone to his ear.

"Look mate if she's broken somethin I'll pay you back whatever I don't care..." I started, trying to focus on driving, trying to control the hope in my chest, the warmth which had returned to me when he'd said she was safe. Just because she was safe didn't mean she was going to stay safe. Not when it was Alfie who had her.

"Broken somethin? Mate she's the fackin broken one..." he said, "seriously..." he said, I could picture his eyes popping, could hear the shock in his voice and it made me smirk, "she's a fuckin sociopath Tommy..." he said.

"So melodramatic Alfie..." I mused, "go on then enlighten us, what's she done?" I asked with a sigh knowing that this would be a long story either way I played it. That I just had to humour him because for as long as he had Fen with him I was in his pocket.

"She fuckin came in here right, fuckin barged in here yeah, poor Ollie couldn't hold her back mate, poor boys traumatised Tommy, he'll need fuckin therapy yeah!"

"She's a teenage girl Alfie..."

"She's a little piece of hell is what she is Tommy, she's got a little piece of hell in her eyes... I looked into em yeah, I looked right into em an you know who I fuckin saw?"

"Go on..." I sighed, I already knew the answer. I needed a cigarette so I pulled up at the side of the road. Shouldn't have done.

"I saw you Tommy..."

I had to laugh then, had to let out that short disbelieving breath, had to smile and shake my head because if I didn't he'd know I believed him. He'd know I saw it too. He'd know that that was what really scared me.

Not the thought of little fen out on her own, lost and helpless, but the thought of Sylvia just cunning enough to weasel herself into a place she couldn't escape. And perhaps she'd already done that.

"Then why do you wanna keep her Alfie?" I asked forcing myself to relax, concentrating on my shoulders, rolling them once, twice. Focussing on my temples, forcing myself to feel them relax too as I exhaled slowly.

"Because..." he said, "and you'd know this right if you'd let me finish my fuckin story yeah Tommy, patience remember is a virtue... you still believe in them yeah? Virtues?"

"Finish your story Alfie, I'm not stopping you..." I said watching the rain which thrummed against the windshield, flicked my wipers on. Watched the leaking grey sky, the thunder would roll in from the hills soon. I needed to be home before the roads flooded.

"She fuckin barged into my office yeah and she danced for me..." he sounded astounded. I didn't feel half as surprised as I should have done.

"She danced?"

"Yeah!" He cried, "she stood on my rug right and she did a little dance... swan lake I think mate... it was fuckin holy mate... bought a tear to this cold man's dead fuckin eyes..."

"Right," I nodded thinking of my little sister, trying to picture the scene. Her e'n pointe in the middle of Alfie's old persian rug. A rug I'd stood on many times, a rug I'd once thought I was going to die on. I tried to imagine her dancing, the graceful, fae like way I'd been watching her dance since she were only a little girl. "So she danced for you..." I said turning onto a wider road, one which wasn't just a dirt track, "and now you want to keep her?"

"Nah," he frowned, "nah.. you my old friend are deliberately misunderstanding me ain't you... trying to make me sound like a fuckin nonce yeah? She told me she wants to stay in London... under my protection..." I could tell he was grinning , revelling in his own amusement at my expense. I shouldn't have let it get to me but it was, getting to me that is. "And she wants you to let her twin sister come to stay too..."

"Not happening." I said it a little too quickly, probably shouldn't have said anything at all because Alfie was most certainly trying to press my buttons but the words had left my lips before I'd had the chance to think.

"No? Well that is a shame mate cause I've already got one haven't I... she's gonna be awful lonely on her own ain't she... be a shame to keep em apart, twins ain't 'sposed to be split up for too long... woulda thought your lot woulda known that mate... really..."

I cut the engine, lit up a cigarette. Cut the headlights too so that my car was swallowed up for a minute or two by the gloom. For a second I could pretend that I too had been swallowed whole. That none of it mattered anymore. That it was all already over. That I could float about in it, the darkness, the gloom, the vapour that makes up the rain cloud when it's still just a cloud.

"Forget it Alfie, Sonya's stayin right here... and I'm coming to get Sylvie, I'll drive down today, pick her up ton..."

"Hold your horses gypsy boy," chuckled Alfie infuriating me then. A spark of rage shooting through me as I sparked my lighter and watched the flame lick at the tip of my cigarette once more.

"My little sister ain't a piece in your chess set Alfie..." I warned him but he only smirked again, all melodramatic reassurances.

"I know I know mate," he said, "listen Tommy... when did you get so distrusting eh? When did you get so suspicious of everyone... even your oldest pals? Now you tell me yeah... you tell me what reason I'd have for wanting to hurt your little Sylvia? Now think about it good and proper for a minute yeah cause I want a good fuckin answer... cause hurtin little girls mate, there ain't no good reason for that as far as I'm concerned...it's fuckin disgustin right...now really I thought you and me were on the same page there Tommy..."

"Yeah alright Alfie.." I said raising my hand to silence him, waving away the smoke from my cigarette before gripping the steering wheel too tightly seconds later when I realised he was reeling me in again, that I was falling for his oldest trick. "I agree with you alright, that's why I'm gonna come pick my sister up tonight yeah, bring her home... don't want anyone gettin hurt eh?"

"Tommy, Tommy, you ain't listening to me mate, you ain't usin them ears are yours Tommy, listen to me right cause I've told you once and I don't wanna keep goin round in circles with you yeah.. I phoned you right... to let you know that your little sister yeah, little Sylvia is a fucking sociopath... I just thought I'd remind you of that yeah... cause you don't seem to realise just how fuckin insane she is right.."

"So she's insane," I shrugged, doing my best to deaden my tone, let him know I wasn't bothered. Let him know that I didn't believe a word he was saying to me. "People say that about you too don't they..."

"Yeah..." he said leaning on the word, still grinning down the line, "yeah they do and insane right, recognises insane... an here I thought you already knew that Tom my old mate... I always thought that was why we were such good pals..."

"Fine," I said with a small smirk, "I'll bring me straight jacket.."

"Tommy mate.." he said again, that apologetic tone he kept putting on driving me insane, "look am sorry mate but she don't wanna go home... she wants to stay here..." he sounded like he was going to carry on, sounded like he had something else to tell me, some bargain to make. But I wasn't in the mood for cutting deals. Now my mind was racing, the cogs turning, the plans falling into place. I would go back to the house, I'd tell Arthur and John what was going on. Then I'd drive to collect Sylvia myself, I'd being her home and I'd throttle Isaiah for being so fucking irresponsible and stupid.

"She just don't wanna go home..."

"Yeah well you tell her from me right, you tell her you can't always get what you want," I said finally, determined that that would be the last we spoke on the matter, "it isn't up for debate Alfie I want her home..."

It was only when I hung up the phone and looked out into the murky afternoon that I sensed it. Something wrong.

Something out there in the fog, a shadow... someone watching me and my cigarette. Someone I could only hope hadn't been able to see me clearly through the mist.

There was a car stopped a little way behind me, their lights off but their shadow still palpable from certain angles when the light hit through the vapour.

When I started the car I felt the low warm rumble of it coming back to life vibrate through my body. I sat listening carefully to the heater turning on, I watched the condensation on the windows clear slowly.

And when I pulled away I kept my eyes on the rearview mirror, watching for movement in the mist behind me. Swallowing a lump in my throat when I saw it, a car following me from a short distance down the road. Stalking me silently as I drove towards the house.

So I couldn't go home and I couldn't turn and head for London as I'd just informed Alfie I would. Instead I had to lead them somewhere else. Lure them out of the winding country lanes, to somewhere I knew better than them.

"Arthur..." I spoke into a burner, "tell John to secure the house then meet me at the Millers Rest, come strapped..." I said carefully, quietly, listening to my brother's breathing on the other end of the line, waiting to hear his grunt of agreement, waiting for the question I didn't want to answer.

"You found her?" He asked, the edge of hope in his voice difficult to swallow when I knew I was about to crush it.

"This ain't about that... Arthur I need you focussed yeah... forget her, focus on this..."

I knew my words would cut him, that they'd leave a nauseous taste on the back of his tongue, green and guilty. But in our family someone had to be heartless, someone had to have clarity, someone had to be able to see the bigger picture always and that was me. I had to be this way because neither John nor Arthur would ever be capable of it.

So even if the words sounded cold, even if they sounded like they came from that part of me I loathed, I had to say them. Had to get him to focus on the task in hand, that is to say living through the next hour.

The Millers Rest was an inn abandoned way out in the middle of the peaks. We'd taken over it many years ago because it was tucked away in the valley between two hills, on the edge of a woodland, far from the city but also miles from any of the little villages and hamlets nestled between the peaks. It was the perfect place to disappear, the perfect place to make other people disappear too. So I drove slowly, uncertain when exactly I'd collected my hanger on, refusing to change my behaviour. Pretending I was still searching the winding lanes for Sylvia.

Sylvia who was fucking miles away, doing fuck knows what because she was stubborn and childish, because she was scorned and pissed off with me. Endangering her life because I'd told her no.

As I drove I watched the shadow moving through the rain carefully, noted how it stopped and started every now and then, trying to keep a safe distance. Trying to remain shrouded completely.

They probably thought it would be easier to stay hidden because I wouldn't be looking for them. Because I wouldn't be paying attention to them. Now I had to hope they weren't paying too much attention to anything but me. Had to hope they wouldn't notice that I was no longer driving them to Arrow House.

If they followed me to the Millers they'd follow me to their death.

I sped up at the last minute, racing around the final corner and up the straight line of road which ran past the inn. Swerving the car to a sudden stop in the middle of the road I abandoned it and ran to join my brother where he would be waiting. In the line of trees at the edge of the woodlands. Strapped and waiting for me or for the enemy, whoever turned up first.

"The fucks all this about Tommy, am fuckin soaked waitin here for..." started Arthur as I snatched a loaded assault rifle from him. He didn't question that, just picked up the other which rested at his feet. Prepared himself.

"I've been followed," I panted a little out of breath from my sudden sprint to the trees, in truth i had hardly noticed the rain when I'd run across the grass, "fuckin don't know who it is but theyve followed me all the way fuckin here through the rain and they'll be here any fuckin second now so be ready..."

"How do we know they're Italians?" He frowned, setting his weapon up and standing back against the tree trunk. The rain had come down hard on him and his red hair was dark and hanging limp and dripping in his face.

"We fuckin don't but whoever they are... they ain't our fuckin friends..."

"Nah," he shook his head, his eyes narrowing. I offered him a tight smile, a nod of approval because it reassured me to see his cogs start turning, the gears shifting. In a few moments time he wouldn't be Arthur Shelby anymore, something else would take over and he would keep us safe, that feverish streak of rage inside him, foaming at the bit, only ever held back by the thinnest of threads.

"Fuckin ain't our friends," I said again my own eyes darkening as I saw a black rangerover roll to a halt. As I saw two men jump down from either side of the car. I raised my hands to hush my brother but I didn't need to. He was watching them, silent, his cheeks flushing with the first shades of anger.

"Fuckin... how dare they come here threatenin my fuckin family..." he growled, his voice low but not low enough. The men weren't looking at the trees however, weren't listening for men hiding in the trees.

"Hush Arthur... Wait a moment eh," I said with a small smirk, watching as the two men knocked on the Inn door. They waited and, just out of sight, we waited.

"Fuckin c'mon lets just kill em," grumbled Arthur growing all the more impatient.

"Nah," I whispered, "not yet eh, wanna see what they do..."

And what they did surprised me.

"What the..." I mouthed, refusing to blink as I observed with wide eyes the strangest thing I'd ever seen two men do. They waited for a moment and then, when no one answered, they returned to the car and took out two shovels.

"Arthur... give me you phone..." I held my hand out waiting to feel the weight of it in my grasp. I closed my fingers around it and then held it up, using the camera to zoom in and record them as they dug their shovels into the ground and began digging.

"The fuck are we waiting for Tommy?" Grumbled Arthur, hushed by the hand I waved absently in his direction. "You wanna let them dig their own graves?" He smirked shaking his head, "you sick fuck."

"Shhh!" I hissed growing impatient, watching them dig, "I said wait Arthur, so just... wait." I held my fingers to my lips, holding the camera steady, trying to get a view on their faces. But they were wearing hoods under their jackets and they had scarves wrapped around their faces so all I could see was a blur of skin and wool shadow.

"Don't think that's a grave.." I said when they dropped their shovels two hours later, they stood hands on their backs, panting. One of them lit up a cigarette as the other crouched at the side of the hole.

For another minute or so they just stood, one out of breath, complaining to the other in Italian, the other on the floor swearing back.

"Wop bastards," murmured Arthur, "c'mon Tommy what are we waitin for?"

"You hear me Arthur it ain't a fuckin grave..." I said raising my finger to quiet him, "so we're waiting..."

"Fuck sake Tommy I don't like this..."

"Don't be so impatient brother," I smirked watching the men through the camera on Arthur's phone. "Look.." I said doing my best to focus the camera on the edge of the hole, "dumped somet I reckon..."

"So fuckin what!" Snapped Arthur, "cunts were following you fuckin home... we should just fuckin..."

"Shh!" I hissed when one of the Italians turned their head sharply, their eyes scanning their surroundings. They'd heard him.

Behind me Arthur hushed and raised his gun.

I held my hand out to steady him, to calm him down.

"Hold fire..." I murmured. Waited...

For a second all was still. The Italians, Arthur and I, the car they'd left idling. The rest of the world carried on, the trees moved under the best of relentless rain. The mud shifted, gathered and collapsed washed down the side of the hill in dirty rivulets.

Not us though.

It was as if we were disconnected. A switch flicked.

I weighed up our options... considered their unusual behaviour, the mystery I wanted to unpick. Considered how badly I wanted those answers. And then I nodded.

"Alright," I said lowering my hand, raising my own gun in time with Arthur as we fired in unison.

The first shots flew and wounded the man who had been standing, the one who had heard us. We didn't give them a chance to understand, a chance to defend themselves. Just approached slowly, a malevolent shadow emerging from the undergrowth, spraying bullets across the field, shattering the windows of their idling rangerover. Shattering the windows of the inn.

Firing until we were certain that both men on the floor were no longer men but corpses. Lifeless sacks of blood and bone and muscle tissue.

I lowered my weapon, pointing my barrel down at the paling features of the dead man at my feet. Looking down at him I felt nothing but the usual hollow, a mild disgust at the speed the soul leaves a body. How fleeting the moment at which we become a shell.

I kicked at his shoulder and watched the blood which stained his shirt wash away in the rain, replaced moments later by a constant blossom of red. I emptied his pockets, found ID, keys, cash and a burner phone that was probably already useless.

The lad wasn't even a Sabini, wasn't a Changretta, just some poor lad from the bottom rungs, a Conti trying to make a name for himself.

"Alright," I said plainly, turning away from the dead Italian to face my brother who was still looking down at the other.

"Alright," nodded Arthur his rain soaked hair falling across his face despite his repeated efforts to push it back. The rain was cold, ran in thick streams off our coats.

"Get your shovel Arthur," I said with an ironic half smile, shrugging my long black coat from my shoulders, abandoning it on the front door step.

Arthur didn't say a word, didn't complain though digging graves in this weather was sickening work. Just grunted and accepted his task, taking it just as I was. As penance for the evil deed we had just committed.

For hours in the rain the only sound either of us made was to grunt with exhaustion, a growl of frustration every time we lunged into the earth, hitting the shovel against the sludge, heaping it like shit behind us. It was relentless, the rain coming down so heavy that any progress we made felt trivial when every wrong step too close to the ledge of the hole saw the wall shift and then slide in on itself, filling the grave with mud before we could dig deep enough.

"Fuck this Tommy we're gonna be here all fuckin night!"

"If we're here all fuckin night we're here all fuckin night!" I growled bringing my foot down on the shovel and pushing with all my weight to try and shift as much soil as I could. "Fuck your comfort brother, we've killed these men so we'll fuckin bury em..."

And we did, but it took all night.

The sunset and we hardly noticed, the moon rose and all we felt was the chill, the burn in our muscles enhanced by the stinging of our chapped skin.

By the time we returned to Arrow House the following morning we were both pale and sheer as ice, bodies sore and stiff from a night of digging, of hauling dead men through the mud.

Our clothes were heavy from the rain, not a hair between us spared. We were soaked through, shivering with bloodshot eyes. Two stray dogs who had dragged themselves to the only safe place they knew.

The door closed behind us with a thud. The house hadn't been quiet but when the echo ricocheted down the hall the house fell silent.

Then there were footsteps. So light I'd have missed them had I not been suffering such a manic rush of adrenaline.

"Tommy!" Cried Sonya, her voice frail as she threw herself at me, her arms wrapping around me so tight that for a moment - once I'd adjusted to the initial shock of proximity - I struggled to catch my breath.

I took a step back, trying to balance myself where she'd knocked my center of gravity, my arms closing around her petit frame slowly, hesitant at first but firmer when she nuzzled into my chest and I heard the first sob.

"Alright Fen, it's alright..." I sighed, voice as gentle as I could manage, trying to hide the grazed way my throat felt when I spoke.

"Oh..." smirked Ada from halfway down the stairs, she was wrapped in a silk dressing gown, a pair of thick woolen socks on her feet miring the glamour of caramel she'd draped herself in, "look what the cat dragged in..." she narrowed her eyes but she couldn't hide the relief she felt so I knew she was glad to see us home. Not that it mattered much because I couldn't stay.

Still, I held onto Sonya and let her cry into my soaked shirt, stroked my fingers slowly through her long hair which she'd let fall down for once, blond locks uncombed, falling down around her waist. When she pulled away her eyes were wild with love and she couldn't have known it but had it not have been for the dye in her hair she'd have looked just like our mother.

She watched me with those wild wide eyes, tears still gathered in her lashes. Concentrating, studying me and then Arthur for injuries, for blood.

But the rain had washed most of the blood from our hands and the stains on our shirts were pinkish and faint.

"You two took your time, where were you?" Asked Ada observing us from a distance. Like she knew not to get too close. Like she knew what we'd been doing and didn't want tainted by the curse we carried.

And when I thought of that I flinched, dropped my hands from Sonya's shoulders and took a step back.

"Fuckin weathers fuckin awful," grunted Arthur, guilt radiating from the two of us so that even innocent Sonya bristled.

She looked up at me with dark, sorry eyes, eyes which asked me to shake my head, asked me to tell her that it really was just the weather that had left us like this. Washed up and late home with nothing to show for it.

So I shook my head.

"Sylvies in London," I said, "she's safe for now, Alfie's given me his word that he will look after her until I am able to bring her home..."

Sonya gasped, held her hand over her mouth to mute the choked sob of relief. I couldn't help the tug of a tender smile on my lips then, a momentary warmth which touched my heart. At least there was one Shelby who still knew how to feel.

"Alfie Solomons is 'looking after' her?" Ada scoffed, "Are you kidding Tommy? Alfie fuckin Solomons! He tried to kill Arthur!" She was looking at me not just with disbelief but disgust too, her arms folded, her teeth catching the light when her jaw hung slack and stunned.

"He is..." I said nodding, "and he did once try to..."

"twice," coughed Arthur, "it was twice actually Tommy remember..."

"he has tried, on multiple occasions... in the past, to kill our brother Arthur but... Alfie's an old fashioned man and he has a policy doesn't he..."

"A policy?" Ada scoffed, "a fuckin policy Tommy..."

"He has a policy of not hurting women and children, so our Fen will be safe with him and Isaiah until I go to London... I'm leaving today, she won't be waiting long..."

"For god sake Tommy look at you," derided Polly, her slinking figure materialising in the kitchen doorframe, a lit cigarette between her fingers which she looked down to focus on me, "you're not going anywhere in that state and you know it..."

"Can't wait I'm afraid Pol..." I started only to be silenced by my sister.

"Pols right Tommy look at you both for fuck sake, you're soaked to the bone... you look like you haven't slept all night... you can't go to London in this state, it's not safe.."

"Ada's right Tommy, you'll need your wits about you down south... won't be a youngen in London won't be looking for a shot at a peaky blinder to earn a bit of clout with the Italians..." Said Esme, her feet padding down the stairs as she carried the baby in her arms. She too looked tired, she too wore her concern on her sleeve.

"Enough mithering eh," I said with a lighter smile, trying to shrug their concerns off, turning to Arthur with a grin so that he would play along. "We're fine aren't we Arth, ain't made of sugar, a bit of rain never did anyone any harm..."

"That's right," agreed Arthur gruffly, pushing his sodden hair from his eyes once more. The blood under his nails caught the light, reminded me of the graves we'd left at the foot of the valley beneath the Miller's rest. Reminded me why I felt that tight burn across my shoulders, why standing up straight ached right down to my thighs.

"Nothin a hot shower and coffee won't fix..." I said, "Ada if you're worried about your big brothers I'll let you cook us breakfast if you like... how about something hearty eh?" I asked her with a teasing smile, relief washing over me when she gasped, astounded and biting back a giggle when she hit me with the baggy sleeve of her dressing gown.

"Get fucked Tommy..."

But our jokes weren't enough to quell Aunt Pols concerns, not enough to pacify her and so when Arthur and I headed for the spa to soak ourselves in warmer water, thaw our batter bodies out for an hour, she followed me, rushing to keep up with me as I tried to lose her.

"Thomas! Thomas I don't like this... this is a bad idea Thomas.."

"Pol," I sighed, "Pol following us in here is a bad idea..." I said resting my hand on her shoulder in the doorway to the health suite. My grip was light but firm and it stopped her. Left her looking up at me stubborn and shadowy as ever.

"You won't get her back if you go tonight..." she said finally, holding my gaze, threatening me with her coal black eyes.

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Back To You | E.M.

Summary: Lucien's little sister arrives in New Orleans to hear her brother's new twisted plan. Once she sees Elijah, old feelings that were buried come back to life.

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay. My job genuinely sucks all happiness from me. Only 37 more school days of this place.

Morana sat up quickly. Her heart raced wildly in her chest. Sweat poured down her body. She ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. Once pleasant dreams from the past were starting to haunt her. No matter the countless times he hurt her, her heart still yearned for him.

The sun poked through the curtains in her room. She stood from her bed and walked out to the balcony. Residents and tourists alike were walking through the busy streets of New Orleans.

"Charming little city isn't it?" Lucien asked. Morana turned towards him with a raised eyebrow. She arrived late last night at her brother's insistence. Yet once she arrived he was busy in a " business meeting" and assured her that he would see her in the morning.

"Yeah, I guess. Anyways, why am I here, brother?" She asked in annoyance. Her arms crossed over her chest. "Why have you called me here?"

"You never were a morning person. Shall I get you an orange juice?" He asked while leaving her room. Morana groaned yet followed him.

"Luci-"

"You know what they say, sister. Revenge is a dish best served cold. I believe the Mikaelsons need to be served. Are you in?"

"Revenge?" She asked a little too quickly for her liking. Niklaus getting his just desserts sounded like a dream, but what about Elijah? Rebekah? Elijah broke her heart countless times but her heart will always beat for him.

"They caused us so much pain. We had to flee for over a hundred years while their maniac father hunted us like animals. You forgave him and he left you at the mercy of their father here in New Orleans while they ran. This is where you and I will get our revenge. I have made... alliances,"

Her heart pounded loud enough for her to hear. There was no way they could go against the Original vampires. Plenty of people and vampires alike tried and none succeeded. They were just too powerful.

"Alliances with who? Do they have a death wish? That's a suicide mission. Are you trying to die?"

Lucien smiled at her.

"Trust me, sister,"

~♤~ One Week Later ~♤~

"That's all I know," Morana promised while recalling last week to the Mikaelsons. She stared at the ground. Never in her wildest dreams would she imagine she was sitting in the Mikaelson compound. Elijah stood by the window in the study. Klaus stood suspiciously behind her. Freya lounged in the chair watching her brothers closely.

"I must commend you on your storytelling. It has certainly improved," Klaus complimented. "Am I supposed to believe that you would betray your brother to us?"

"Yes!" She pleaded. "I have no reason to lie to you. My brother will do anything to bring you down,"

"Please, the little Stable Boy is just that. A weakling that will grovel behind me. Why are you actually here?"

"I-"

Klaus phone started to ring. He walked away to take the call. Freya smiled briefly before following her younger brother. Morana sighed and placed her head in her hands.

Seeing her ex- lover brought back all the memories of their past. The way they snuck around to carry their relationship. His lips caressing her face and neck while his hands explored her body. At the end of the day, when her heart healed from his actions, she would always want him.

"Please forgive my brother's.... boorish manners. He gets it from his father. Although you must understand our reservations about this information. Why are you telling us this?"

"Because when my heart heals, it only beats for you," she confessed.