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umbrify · 10 months

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hello i saw u tagged jimmy solidarity on that "free my man he did none of that. he did a bunch of other shit though" post and i am incredibly compelled by the implications here. please may i have an essay on the subject

YOU MAY.

Okay so we’re gonna be specifically talking about Empires SMP Season 2 Jimmy (henceforth, Jimmy,) and the way he conducts himself, how those actions reflect on him, versus how he sees himself (and how the fandom sees him in turn). Welcome to my Ted Talk.

The most important thing to understand about Jimmy is that he lies. He lies about everything, and convinces himself that his lie is true to the point where he really thinks it is. Take, for example, a moment in Sausage’s episode 41 [full exchange from 9:10 - 19:37] where Jimmy kills Sausage, and then when Sausage, followed by fWhip, return to Tumble Town to discuss the murder, Jimmy blatantly lies about the altercation to fWhip, claiming “[Sausage] came over, and he assaulted me, fWhip!” Jimmy insists that it was Sausage who physically started it, despite that being completely untrue. Jimmy then goes on to deny having killed Sausage Sausage at all, sounding affronted at the idea and demanding to see the player head that drops on death. fWhip asks how many levels Sausage has, which is none, and Jimmy claims that Sausage must have used all his experience. Jimmy denies and lies, and when fWhip goes looking for Sausage’s things, finding them in Jimmy’s storage, Jimmy acts shocked, saying “I think I’m being set up! […] I’m gonna leave this conversation, you do what you gotta do, but I don’t think I’m the bad guy here.” As if Jimmy didn’t explicitly kill Sausage moments ago!! As if it isn’t his fault!!!

And the problem here, the core problem, is that so many people just… believe him. They take Jimmy’s words at face value and assume that he’s always a reliable narrator in his own stories, despite the fact that it couldn’t be further from the case. The issue is less that people assign New and Different problems to Jimmy, more that they strip him of any wrongdoing at all, making him out to be some sad little pathetic wet cat who didn’t deserve it. And— don’t get me wrong, he is extremely sad, but he also did it to himself.

I think one of the more interesting ways to illustrate this, is to talk about the way Jimmy perceives himself. From the start of the season, he always insists on being called “The Sheriff.” He’s not Jimmy, he’s The Sheriff, and throughout the season, he can be seen constantly insisting upon and chasing after that title. He wants respect— or, his version of respect. What he really wants is a yes man. This difference can very clearly be seen in the way he treats the two deputies he had throughout the season.

When fWhip was the deputy, it’s because he wanted to be. He sought Jimmy out because he wanted to be Jimmy’s right hand man, and Jimmy let him. fWhip consistently referred to Jimmy as The Sheriff, upholding Jimmy’s version of the laws as best he could. And, there really is something to be said about the fact that fWhip, as a goblin, inherently didn’t understand the concept of arbitrary laws, or that sort of morality at all, and was only one, upholding it because he cared about Jimmy, but two, treating the laws as Jimmy treated them— i.e, making a shrine for that which Jimmy made a church for, but that’s a whole separate essay that I want to write at some point. Either way, he was good to Jimmy, though their time together was short. He made Jimmy a home away from home in Gobland [fWhip episode 8 timestamp 20:28] and helped Jimmy win the court trial by serving as his lawyer in the case against Joel [Trial best seen in Jimmy’s episode 10 starts at 3:03]. After fWhip was fired, he went around Tumble Town noting down a bunch of “laws” that Jimmy was breaking. I wrote a whole post about this set of interactions already [here] but the short version is this: In fWhip’s episode 12 [5:54], he goes around and marks down all the laws that he’s saying Jimmy is breaking around Tumble Town. […] Of the seven instances that fWhip writes down, SIX of them almost directly relate to Jimmy not taking good care of himself or his empire. To me, it almost reads more like he cares about Jimmy, and is worried about him.

All this to say, that fWhip didn’t Respect The Sheriff as much as he Cared About Jimmy. And that’s an important distinction— he cared about Jimmy, the person. He had this whole veneer of respecting the laws— laws that he didn’t really understand— because he cared about Jimmy. And Jimmy fired him for a prank— one that wasn’t specifically targeted or malicious— because he saw that as Disrespecting The Sheriff. He didn’t want someone who Cared About Jimmy, he wanted someone who Respected The Sheriff. And fWhip wasn’t that.

Enter Scar.

During the Hermitcraft crossover, Scar started gunning for the position as deputy because he wanted the shiny deputy badge. That was it, that was the reason, and Scar acted accordingly. Everything was about acting like he Respected The Sheriff, even when he was blatantly breaking one of the core laws, wearing another player’s hat— both the sheriff hat [Jimmy episode 19 4:07] as well as trading away a sheriff hat, and being seen wearing one of Scott’s Chromia hats [Jimmy episode 22 14:27]. In this episode, Scar backhandedly compliments Jimmy, “oh, you’re just a… cute big guy, aren’t you?” to which Jimmy seems uncertain, asking “I’m real big, right?” to which Scar says he is. Jimmy then asks him about the Chromia hat Scar wears, and Scar tells him that he traded one of the sheriff hats to Scott. Jimmy gets upset at Scar, but before he can get properly mad, Scar distracts him by showing off a new section of Tumble Town that he made. Scar wears the mask of respect for just long enough to get the badge. When Jimmy gives him the badge, he says he has something else that he wants to give Scar as well. “I have found something real special for you, real special.” Scar says “I already got something special, this badge.” Jimmy says “you mean our friendship?” Which Scar dubiously agrees to. This is the last time Jimmy sees Scar before the hermits leave— Scar got what he wanted, and that was all. And yet, Jimmy hired him, because Scar put on the show. Scar was his yes man, Scar Respected The Sheriff, even if he didn’t Care About Jimmy.

He does it to himself, Jimmy does. He pushes away anyone that tries to care about him as a person, and surrounds himself with people that will be his yes men, his little sidekicks, anyone that holds the sheriff title in high regard. It’s why he takes so well to the Old Sheriff, who treats the sheriff title with the same reverence that he does, respecting the title of sheriff without actually respecting Jimmy much at all.

The thing about Jimmy is that he causes his own problems, and they’re all his fault. Yes he is crushingly lonely, and filled with self hatred, but he actively surrounds himself with it. It’s not that people are just inherently mean to him, he is almost asking them to be, by pushing away anyone that seems to care about him as a person.

I think, as my final note here, I wanna bring up a moment from Jimmy’s finale, episode 38. He and the Old sheriff, as they’re making their way to the Nether portal, discuss how fWhip only ever referred to himself as goblin fWhip, never as king. Jimmy says “I don’t think he ever held himself to the regard of being a king, and that— d’you know what? That sucks. He was my deputy for a while, he didn’t really think much of himself, I’m not gonna lie” [9:19]. I just find it interesting, that Jimmy says that it sucks how fWhip never called himself king— a title ostensibly higher than sheriff— and that fWhip was only a deputy. As if he thinks that fWhip could’ve been king, perhaps was worthy of the title, and just never took it— that he sees the taking of a title such as that to be so important, when for fWhip, it never was. I dunno, I just think there’s something to that. I think it says something about Jimmy and about the importance he places on titles that don’t really matter.

Jimmy ran away, in the end. He and the Old Sheriff ran far away from everything they ever knew. fWhip stayed, choosing to live out his days happily in the empire he helped to found. fWhip never took the title of king. Jimmy thinks he should’ve.

Isn’t that something?

#umbrify answers #ilexdiapason #thank you so much for this ask. i spent 3 hours drafting this response #I love empires. btw.#empires smp #jimmy solidarity #empires jimmy

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daja-the-hypnokitten · 7 months

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Consent Culture: What it is and isn’t

In some of the hypnokink discord spaces I’m in, I’ve noticed a worrying trend. People saying other folk can’t talk about a specific topic, or use certain words, etc, because they “didn’t consent to that.” It’s a weaponization of consent culture to force *purity* culture, often, and I’m really tired of seeing the culture I fought so hard to help establish be used to silence folk just trying to talk about things they enjoy!

So. Let’s all have a little chat about what consent culture is and means, what it isn’t, and what any given individual’s responsibilities are in a consent culture.

Being in a consent culture means not *doing things* to other people without their consent; touch, sharing information about them, in my community’s context hypnotizing them or using/attempting to use triggers on them… things like that. It also includes giving people space where they can feel comfortable disagreeing, saying ‘no’ to requests, and so on. Respecting other people’s boundaries, and not always demanding their time and energy. It involves making a good faith effort to respect not only the letter of the rules, but the *spirit* of the rules in a space, as well.

It is not, however, shutting down anything that causes anyone in the space discomfort. We’re all adults here, as this is a kink space. As adults, we SHOULD be able to handle a little discomfort. And if something is truly upsetting to you? You can ask something like “hey, can we change the topic,” of course, but if the others don’t want to? Or, if, say, you’re in a public play space and someone is doing a scene you don’t like? That’s when the rule of two feet comes in.

For those who are unfamiliar with the rule/law of two feet, it’s a concept taken from a meeting style called “open spaces” - and loosely what unconferences are based around.

A businessman named Harrison Owen, involved in spaces that promote this philosophy, sums it up thusly:

“Briefly stated, this law says that every individual has two feet, and must be prepared to use them. Responsibility for a successful outcome in any Open Space Event resides with exactly one person—each participant. Individuals can make a difference and must make a difference. If that is not true in a given situation, they, and they alone, must take responsibility to use their two feet, and move to a new place where they can make a difference.”

What does that mean in kink spaces? Well, it’s less about productivity/making a difference, and more about finding the right comfort level. Is a class covering topics that you don’t enjoy? Or is the demo a bit more graphic than you’d like to see? Step out (whether for a moment or the rest of the class) and get some air, going back in later if you want to see if they’ve moved to something you find more comfortable. People talking about a kink that you find squicky or that triggers negative emotions? Walk away for a bit, or stop reading the channel. On places like here, on tumblr, mute a tag/word. Let people enjoy the thing and rejoin them when the topic changes.

Because that’s your responsibility in a consent culture - advocating for your own comfort *in a way that lets people enjoy the things they enjoy.* Sometimes that means you miss out on time with people you like, yes. But it’s better than making people dislike you because you keep telling them that they can’t engage with something they enjoy!

Also? Because it bears calling out, though it’s a bit tangential here? Disgust is not and never will be a gauge of immorality or unethical behaviour. Plenty of people are disgusted by the concept of rape play - but that doesn’t mean that consenting adults engaging in rape play are acting unethically. Some things are both disgusting AND unethical, of course - actual rape, for example! - but if your main reason for saying something is immoral or unethical is “it makes me uncomfortable” or “I find it disgusting”? Probe harder and consider that your aversion may just be distaste, and it isn’t a moral judgement.

Bystander consent is a different topic for another day, mostly, but I do want to note - it tends to come into play when the Rule of 2 Feet doesn’t really work, such as in places of business where employees cannot walk away.

I also want to take a moment to discuss the distinction between consent and having boundaries.

Consent is about things being done to or by you; boundaries are about other people’s actions that are not directly involving you.

So “don’t pull my hair” is a consent line. “Don’t talk about X around me or I’ll stop interacting with you” is a boundary.

“Don’t talk about X around me” without a consequence is just a rule, and outside of power exchange dynamics where the ability to give rules is negotiated? Rules in relationships typically just breed resentment. But also, if you disagree with a boundary someone is trying to draw for you, and you’re willing to bear the consequences? That *is not* a consent violation. That isn’t what consent is for. Having said that, a violation is a violation - whether a violation of boundaries or of consent - and either can hurt just as much as the other.

And claiming otherwise? Is weaponizing consent culture to manipulate people, whether intentionally or not. And we all need to do better than that.

#hypnokink #consent culture #Theory post

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lacewise · 3 months

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Hey. I’m still seeing near daily hate speech on my timeline, especially to Jewish and Israeli people (minding their own business!!!). Stop it. Get over yourselves. People other than you also have a right to live.

Hate speech, bigotry, and threats are never acceptable behaviour. There should especially never be a time when intersectionally marginalized people don’t feel safe in communities meant for them on the basis of one of their other identities. I thought we went over this. That includes Jewish people. That includes, explicitly, every group that you think “deserves” it, because discrimination against them is “for a reason” (the only reason is discrimination). If it doesn’t, you have biases you need to unpack and grapple with… yourself. A good start is a lot of listening to Jewish people who explain how it’s discriminatory (which they shouldn’t have to do). No arguing. Just listening.

I’ve seen this about Black people, I’ve seen this about Romani people, I’ve seen this about Muslim people, I’ve seen this about Latine people, I’ve seen this about trans men, non-binary people, ace people, aro people, he/him lesbians—and I could go on. Right now, most often, I’m seeing it about Jewish and Israeli people (which are not interchangeable groups). It needs to stop. It needs to never have begun. You need to deal with this, now.

Unfortunately, I think I need to include some examples of antisemitism: sending Jewish people unfounded conspiracy theories and allegations is harassment. That includes using tags meant for in-Jewish community use.

Spreading the unfounded conspiracy theories because they “sound like” what you think about Jewish people is antisemitic discrimination.

Making Jewish people “prove” to you they have the “right opinions” before you’ll let them into spaces they have a right to access is antisemitic discrimination. Which you’d think a group of people who just learned collective punishment is bad would know.

Saying things like, (and I really hate quoting discriminatory language, so I won’t forgive anyone who made this necessary) “But so-and-so is Jewish” or “Did you know so-and-so is… Jewish…?” is monstrous. It’s antisemitic discrimination, and it’s pretty actively trying to cause harassment campaigns (or worse) against specific Jewish individuals. If you see that, you need to report and block whoever is doing it. I really don’t care what the current euphemism they’re using for Jewish people is, euphemisms have a history in discriminatory practices going back hundreds of years.

Trying to dox Israeli people, trying to mass report them off the internet, telling them to “Go back to their country” (really?), are all active and organized harassment campaigns I have witnessed. Which, after October 7th, strikes me as both violent threats and a support for terrorist attacks.

Some of you were platforming people who are clearly calling for progroms for months and then demanding to know why any Jewish person deserves to live in Israel.

This cannot keep happening. This cannot happen.

Don’t harass Jewish people. Don’t harass Israeli people, especially using antisemitic conspiracy theories. Not every Israeli person is Jewish, and every Israeli person cannot be constantly and individually held responsible for the failures and violence of the Israeli government. If people are committing crimes, you need to focus on the individuals and groups directly and provably responsible, and the government itself. And you still shouldn’t engage in hate speech or harassment campaigns. I shouldn’t have to debunk multiple conspiracy theories at once to say, “Don’t harass Israeli citizens.” You just… shouldn’t be doing it.

Don’t spread hate speech. Don’t engage in hate speech. Don’t engage in harassment campaigns. Don’t justify or defend other people doing it.

#off topic #not fiber arts #this is a daily thing!!!#it should not be happening AT ALL #I just… who raised you and why do they sound like Nazis #I just want to make pretty fabric!!!#antisemitism #leftist antisemitism #discrimination #harassment

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hollyethecurious · 3 months

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CS AU: The Tattoo Tryst

A Captain Swan One Shot

Summary: Prompted by the underground meaning behind a keyhole tattoo, which in some circles is an open use symbol for women who want to be sexually used by men. Emma accidentally reveals her tattoo on a crowded train car and… someone takes advantage. Much to her extreme pleasure.

A/N: So… I had this dream… this very naughty dream, so of course… it had to be fic’d. Some might consider this dub con, but both parties are operating with a respect and understanding of certain rules they both share, so… I don’t really see it that way. That said, if the summary above squicks you out, then this might not be the one shot for you. Smut responsibly.

Big shout out to @jrob64 for agreeing to be my last minute beta (ya snooze, you lose @kmomof4!) Okay, okay... much love and thanks to Krystal, too. She hopped on the doc just in time ;o) You're both amazing and the absolute best!

Rated: E / ~3200 words / Also available on ao3 / buy me a coffee / add to tag list / Curious? Come Ask Me!

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The train car was a sea of humanity by the time Emma was able to squeeze in. Normally, when she traveled home after an evening out with friends, this line was quiet with very few passengers. Tonight, however, thanks to some sporting event that annoyingly ended at the same time she and her friends had parted ways, her usually subdued commute was cramped, overheated, rowdy, and rambunctious.

Managing to slip back into an area where she wasn’t surrounded on all sides, Emma heaved a sigh and gathered her hair off her back and up into a high ponytail. The thin, short, halter style dress she’d chosen for late summer celebratory drinks would help keep her cool in the sweltering heat of the train car, but she knew it wouldn’t take long before she broke out in a sweat under her curtain of hair, so best to address that before it became so crowded she’d have trouble lifting her arms.

It was a good thing she did, too. At the next stop more people pushed their way in, jostling her and those around her as the new occupants jockeyed for position before the doors closed. A hand brushed the back of her dress, whispering over the swell of her ass, but Emma chalked it up as an accident. With the way the crush of passengers were all pressed tightly together and the rocking of the train making it hard to keep balance, there were bound to be a few unintentional touches here and there.

Curling her hand around the bar of the divider to her left, she braced herself as the train set off again, rolling her neck to ease some of the tension and causing the tip of her ponytail to brush across her exposed back. The man in front of her readjusted the bag he had slung over his shoulder, and she practically toppled into the person behind her when she tried to avoid getting smacked by the canvas satchel. A hand grabbed her hip, probably a reflex to help steady her, or to keep her from careening into them further. Again, she wasn’t going to fault the person for the touch.

That was until…

His thumb skimmed over the bare skin at her waist and the grip on her hip tightened as another hand began to trail up the side of her thigh towards her hemline. It took her a quick second to get over her shock - this was no accident - before she inhaled an indignant breath, ready to give this perv a piece of her mind and put him on blast in front of the entire train.

However, the scathing admonishment died on her tongue when a sultry voice gruffed low in her ear, “Intriguing tattoo you’ve got there, love.”

She nearly broke out into a cold sweat, even as heat rushed through her body. Her tattoo. The one she only displayed at a certain club; a certain club she only visited when she’d had enough of her high-stress, high-demand job and wanted to relinquish all control to someone else. The keyhole tattoo on her back was only visible in one specific cut of dress, like the one she had on tonight, which was why she’d been wearing her hair down. What were the odds that when she’d pulled it up, the person behind her would recognize it for what it was?

Rough, calloused fingertips traced over the ink as his other hand slipped beneath her skirt and palmed her ass cheek. “I’m not mistaking its meaning, am I?” he asked, though there was no question in his tone.

Clearing her throat in an attempt to return moisture to the dry, arid environment it had become, Emma whispered, “No.”

“No, what?” he murmured, his breath ghosting past the shell of her ear and making her shiver.

“No, sir.”

“Mmmm,” he hummed, rubbing his palm against her cheek. “Good girl.” His fingers moved to the tattoo that sat below the keyhole and he inquired, “And this one? The swan? A symbolic representation of your safe word, I presume?”

“Yes,” she murmured, over her shoulder, getting a glimpse of him for the first time, which did nothing to even out or calm her breathing.

Shit. He was gorgeous.

“Yes… what?” he replied, his voice deep, rich, and a tad dangerous.

“Yes… sir.”

“Eyes front, love.”

She did as she was told and focused on keeping her breath even and her expression neutral. A shiver of wonder ran down her spine at the feel of his lips caressing her shoulder. His other hand slipped beneath her skirt and worked in tandem with the first, fondling her ass, mapping its curves and creases while toying with the edges of her underwear.

She gasped when the back of her dress flipped up, exposing her backside. His hand slid around to the front of her pelvis and wrapped itself around her mound, pulling her backward by her pussy. He fused her ass to his groin and began rutting into her, his firm erection becoming stiffer at the contact, and all she could do was sink her teeth into her bottom lip and try not to grind against him, even though every throbbing, aching, needy nerve ending in her body was screaming at her to.

She did not dare though. Who knew what sort of attention they’d already started to attract. Who could see them? Were people watching, getting turned on by the entertainment and committing it to memory so they could get off on it later? Would they try to take advantage of the situation, thinking they had a right to her body, too? Her handsome stranger was knowledgeable enough that she trusted he would honor and respect her safe word if she chose to apply it, but would he be able to thwart others who wouldn’t give a damn?

“We’re getting off at the next stop,” he rasped in her ear.

Relief flooded her, but it was quickly overrun by confusion when she opened her eyes and glanced up at the map.

“The next stop?” Emma questioned. There was nothing at the next stop. Due to renovations, that station was practically deserted. “Are you su--”

His hand tightened around her inner thigh, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh and making her eyes water. “Are you questioning me, Swan?” he growled.

“No, sir,” she exhaled breathlessly, and a flurry of butterfly wings took off in her stomach at the way he said her safeword.

As they approached the next station, her handsome stranger began to guide her forward, his hand wrapped around the back of her neck as he called out for people to make room. Once they’d exited onto the platform, he walked her past the main exit to a tunnel further down. She noted how he kept a vigilant eye out, making sure they weren’t followed off the train. Perhaps, he too had become concerned with the spectacle they were creating and the unwanted attention and trouble it could have garnered.

Now, completely alone and tucked away in the shadows of an alcove, he pressed her against the wall with her hands braced against the stuccoed surface and molded his body to hers.

“Before we continue,” he murmured between nips and kisses to her ear and neck, “anything you wish to tell me? Any particular words you wish to express?”

She knew he was asking for her consent to carry on, giving her a chance to use her safe word if she wasn’t completely on board with what might come next. The anticipation and excitement igniting her blood and throbbing between her legs made it impossible for her to say anything except a provocative and slightly coquettish, “No. I have nothing I wish to say… sir.”

With a hum of approval he feverishly yanked at the ties on the back of her dress, dropping the fabric of the halter top and exposing her chest. He wasted no time, filling each of his hands with her spilling breasts; groping, kneading, and skimming over them with touches that alternated from painfully rough to lovingly tender.

“Does your lover approve of you going out dressed this way?” he gruffed into her ear, the stubble along his jawline scratching against her cheek. “Like you want to be fucked? Like you want to be used? Would he get off on seeing you this way?”

“I don’t… h-have a lover,” she stuttered, her teeth sinking into her lip and muffling the groan attempting to escape her throat at the feel of him rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Sir.”

He grunted, an almost proprietary and possessive sort of sound that made her skin react in an eruption of raised flesh and forced her breath to catch.

Abandoning one of her breasts, his hand skimmed down her body and lifted her skirt. A series of sharp, forceful tugs caused the band of her underwear to snap and the torn pair of panties fell down one of her legs, resting around her ankle.

“Bloody hell, you’re fucking soaked,” he groaned into her skin, working a brand into the slope of her shoulder as his fingers slipped through her folds and coated themselves in her pooling arousal.

Emma’s nails scratched into the rough texture of the wall in front of her as one, then a second, then a third finger curled into her heat and the base of his hand applied exquisite pressure to the ache throbbing through her sex. His fingers worked quickly over her cunt and clit, bringing her to the brink from the way he pumped and curled within her, then removing them altogether, in order to flick and polish the pulsating, needy bud hooded within her folds. The mastery of his movements, combined with the utterly delightful filth he whispered and grunted into her ear had her on the edge of desperation.

“Please,” she whimpered, arching back into him so she could reach around and card her fingers through his hair.

“Please what, Swan?”

“Please,” she moaned, as his lips and tongue did delicious things to the pulse point on her neck.

“I wanna hear you say it, Swan,” he rasped commandingly into her skin, the rhythm of his fingers against her clit just shy of the tempo she desired. “I wanna hear you beg for it.”

Her knees nearly gave out when he slapped her sex, sending a shock wave of pleasure through her body that culminated with a wanton cry from her lips.

“Shhh, love,” he admonished in her ear. “You wouldn’t want any disembarking passengers from the next train to get curious and find us in such a compromising position, now would you?”

“N-No, sir,” she panted. “No, I wouldn’t.”

“What do you want then, Swan?” he goaded, bringing her back to ecstasy’s edge.

“I-I want…” She fisted a handful of his hair and wet her lips as her hips rocked and swiveled in a vain attempt to gain the friction she needed. “I want to come!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Yes, please! Please let me come!”

She could feel his wicked grin when the corners of his lips lifted against her skin. “As you wish.”

Clamping a hand over her mouth, he mercilessly fucked her with his fingers until she screamed against the callouses on his palm. Tremors of pleasure coursed through her and colors erupted behind her eyelids.

She was still enjoying the aftershocks when he pulled his fingers from her core, and took his hand away from her mouth. Collapsing forward, she supported herself against the wall as he fumbled with his belt and zipper before shimmying his pants down to his knees

“I’m going to fuck you now, darling.” The low timbre and graveled quality in his voice made her shiver in anticipation. He tapped against the cleft of her ass, then teased the slick folds of her center with his cock as he inquired, “Unless there is a specific word you wish to say to me first, love?”

Pushing her ass back into his groin, she swiveled her hips and stated, “No, sir.”

“Thank fuck,” he growled before guiding his length into her wanton and greedy pussy.

The joint sound they made was utterly obscene, as were the ones that followed; especially when he lifted one of her legs, hooking the bend of her knee into the crook of his elbow so he could drive himself deeper into her depths.

“So. Fucking. Tight,” he chanted in staccatoed breaths. “So. Fucking. Soft… So. Fucking. Perfect.”

Emma lost herself in the slide of his cock and the way it filled her with each thrust. She wasn’t sure how long he fucked into her before the tell-tale tightening of another impending release began to build, but she wasn’t going to be left at his mercy again. With one hand still braced against the wall, she reached down and toyed with her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers and sending zips of pleasure down to her clit. Once she’d worked them back into taut peaks, she reached between her legs and began to furiously rub at the throbbing nub.

“That’s it, Swan,” he praised, wrapping her ponytail around his hand and pulling her head backward. “Touch yourself, love. Make yourself come. I want to feel you come around my cock.”

And feel it he must have. No sooner had her second orgasm ripped through her than she felt his rhythm falter as guttural sounds and groanings deeper than words reverberated through the alcove.

They both collapsed into the wall in front of her, though he was careful to make sure he wasn’t crushing her. A long minute passed as they worked to stabilize their breathing, then another grunt fell from her handsome stranger’s lips as he slipped out of her and a wash of warmth began to seep down her thighs.

Lowering her leg back down, he gently placed a reverent kiss to her shoulder and panted, “That was…”

“A one time thing.”

With their tryst at an end, Emma went back to her usual, assertive self, and took back control. Stepping away from the handsome stranger, she proceeded to set herself to rights.

After tucking himself back into his pants and zipping them up, he offered her an endearingly lop-sided smile. “Here, love. Allow me to help you with that.”

She rebuffed his attempt to help her tie her top back into place with a curt, “Thanks, but I’ve got it.”

Clearly taken aback by her attitude and tone, he pawed at a patch of skin behind his ear and said, “Apologies, love, but have I… have I done something to vex you?” Something flashed in his eyes and his tone practically dripped with concern and distress as he continued, “I thought… you never used your safe word, so I… bloody hell, please tell me you wanted this, too.”

“Of course I did,” she assured him, not wishing him to panic or berate himself after such an amazing experience. Placing a calming hand on his chest, she smiled up at him. “Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I…” Her mind went blank. This was the first time she was really getting a good look at him and those piercing blue eyes of his were making it difficult for her to concentrate.

One of his brows rose and a smirk played at the corner of his mouth, causing her eyes to drift down and stare at his pinked lips in fascination, wondering what they’d feel like pressed against her own… or other places.

Focus, Emma!

“Look,” she said, clearing her throat and dropping her gaze as she smoothed out her dress. “We both got what we wanted and it’s over now, so let’s not pretend there’s gonna be anything more between us.”

“There could be,” he said, closing the space between them so he could slip a finger beneath her chin and bring her face up towards his. “If you wanted.”

Again, it took her a minute before she remembered. “Well, I don’t.” Sidestepping him, she began searching the ground around them and wondered aloud, “Where did my underwear go?”

The man joined in the search then walked a few steps away, towards a darker part of the tunnel, before reaching down and plucking her panties off the ground.

Swinging them around his finger by the one strap that was not snapped, he smirked and said, “I have half a mind to hold onto these as a memento of our time together.”

When he held them out for her she flicked her gaze up and gave him a smirk of her own. “Keep them.” Trying to shrug off the fresh swell of arousal coursing its way through her bloodstream, she tossed her ponytail over her shoulder and quipped, “They’re of no use to me now, anyway.”

With one last look around to make sure she hadn’t left anything behind, she started to turn for the opening of the alcove when his words stalled her departure.

“So, that’s it then? We’re to be two ships merely passing in the night?”

Heart hammering away in her chest, she took a calming breath before replying, “We’ve passed closely enough, don’t you think?”

This time, before she could make another attempt to leave, the man reached out and gently wrapped his hand around her wrist. “Tell me, please,” he said with an earnestness that almost had her losing her resolve. “Just who are you, Swan?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She meant to apply the same quipping sass she had before, but the words came out more breathless than she had intended.

“Aye. Perhaps I would,” he murmured, stepping further into her personal space. “Won’t you even tell me your name?”

Her gaze flicked down to his hand then back up to his eyes. His too blue eyes beneath pleading brows.

“Swan,” she told him, and his face fell.

Releasing her, he took several steps back, his Adam’s apple bobbing with disappointment. “As you wish, then.”

“No,” she said on an amused breath before clarifying. “That’s my name. Swan. Well… part of it anyway.”

His brows jumped up his forehead, then a delighted smile spread across his face before he schooled his features and brushed his thumb against the corner of his mouth.

“And the rest of it?” he asked, a bit suavely as he loosely wrapped his arms around her waist.

Running her hands up his chest - his firm, hard-planed chest with a dusting of hair, evident by the wisps peeking out from his unbuttoned collar - she alluringly stated, “That’s for me to know… and, if you’re really serious about seeing me again, you to find out.”

His arms tightened, bringing her flush against him. “Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe,” she replied coyly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

She had to crane her neck to look up at him as he towered over her, his lips only a hair’s breadth from hers as he murmured, “Something you’ll come to learn about me, Swan… I do so love a challenge.”

The End.

(For real, K. The. End.)

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#csff #cs ff #csfic #cs fic #cs au #cs smut #captain swan #naughty captain swan #the tattoo tryst #words by hollye

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hykwrld · 2 years

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𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 + 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

pairing : nct dream (00 line + mark) x gn!reader (afab anatomy)

contains : sexual content, dom/sub dynamic, slight edging (jeno), public “sex” and slight degradation (donghyuck), brief mention of toys, bondage, temp. play, mirror sex (jaemin)

a/n : ahh omg my first work !! i’m sorry about the lack of a read more but tumblr was being weird so once it’s fixed i’ll add one <3 there will be a pt. 2 to this post for all of my sub!dream enthusiasts since i couldn’t pick which to write hehe i hope you all enjoy and if you do, please don’t be afraid to reblog w tags or send me an ask with your thoughts! (always accepting more thoughts abt these boys anyways <3)

MARK LEE

there’s something so hot about nudes to mark that he frequently finds himself getting hard in his sweats at just the thought of the nudes that you might send him. you’ve always been hesitant to send him such exposing photos of yourself, scared that they would get out and end up on other people’s phones or that one of his friends would find them and make fun of you for them. mark understands your concerns, but he promises that if you ever felt comfortable and did send them, he’d make sure they remained in a locked album for his eyes only.

the reassurance helped a little and one night, you felt bold enough to decide to try it out. you knew your lover was out with his friends so you decided to keep it fairly mild, a mirror picture of some new lingerie you had bought. mark’s quick return to your apartment was enough to tell you that he enjoyed it. his reaction and praise for the photo gave you more confidence and soon, the pictures were more revealing, less clothes and different positions that had him fucking into his fist the moment he was alone, while his free hand dialled your number, voice already raspy with need.

“fuck, i can’t stop thinking about those pictures you sent me, angel, got me all worked up at the studio. promise i’ll take such good care of you when i get home, yeah?”

HUANG RENJUN

renjun is probably the most subtle about the way he slowly chips away at your innocence. he’s patient and takes everything at your pace, but also loves to see how your face flushes when he compliments you or your body, especially when his words are a little graphic. most of the comments come when you’re wearing something that shows your body off just right or something that’s just a little bit exposing that makes his imagination run wild.

he knows the compliments fluster you, watching the way you hide your face in his chest whenever he murmurs something in your ear. he also knows that the praise makes you more confident and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t support that? he loves how you look in skirts so you buy a couple more, each one shorter in length than the last and he loves how your chest looks in tighter tops so maybe showing a little more cleavage wouldn’t hurt, right? he always stops you before you go anywhere, admiring you in the short, tight clothes, hands beginning to wander and grope at your body.

“always look so pretty, my love, can’t keep my hands off of you. maybe you should reschedule that lunch, hm? wanna see you fall apart for me in this cute, little skirt”.

LEE JENO

jeno loves hearing you use your words for him. your face warms and you stammer while trying to explain to your patient lover exactly what you want him to do. at first, he was lenient, letting you get away with some muffled “please” into your pillow, too shy to say the dirty words. as time goes on, however, jeno gets stricter, a gentle hold on your face as he looks at you expectantly. “c’mon, baby, use your words properly,” he nearly demands and yet, you still barely meet his gaze as you whimper that you want him, that there’s a need only he can satisfy.

each time, he gives less and less, only touching when you ask him specifically for it. he wants to hear how badly you want his cock, how badly you need him. finally, you give in, body trembling from the first orgasm he’s given you. you beg, near tears, for him to touch you, that you feel empty without him, you need his cock to fuck you stupid. he’s broken you, made you so desperate that the lewd words fall past your lips without a second thought.

“that’s my good baby, using your words so well. well then, it’s only fair that i give you a reward for being so good for me, yeah?”

LEE DONGHYUCK

donghyuck isn’t shy about how badly he wants you and how badly he wants to enact his fantasies on you, but he’s also patient, he takes his time to allow you to grow comfortable with the ideas, then come begging to him instead. he starts small, resting his hand on your knee in the library or the bus, leaving it there just long enough to fluster you. you swat his hand away at first, but grow more and more comfortable with it until you don’t even flush at the feeling of it there.

then, his hand moves higher and higher until he can feel the hem of your panties and you’re nearly panting from the arousal that begins to pool between your thighs. you turn to him, eyes desperate as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth in a pathetic attempt to keep yourself quiet, your legs already spread for him under the table. the library’s pretty full that day, everyone studying for their upcoming exams, but your mind is already clouded with lust and that’s when donghyuck thinks you look prettiest.

“you look so pretty like this, baby, used to be so shy and now, you’re acting like a pathetic slut. how cute”.

NA JAEMIN

jaemin’s always been respectful of your boundaries, keeping pda to a minimum and stopping kisses before they can lead to something else. it’s no different in the bedroom, everything is fairly calm, simple love-making and he doesn’t mind one bit. despite this, jaemin’s mind wanders to slightly rougher things, different kinks, things he thinks you might enjoy, occasionally fucking into his fist at the thoughts that fill his mind. he brings them up one by one, just explaining to you what they are, always waiting until you’re fully comfortable with trying them.

it starts small with things like toys or blindfolds, moving up to more adventurous things like bondage or ice. he gets off on your pleasure, seeing how good he can make you feel with a few small additions. jaemin’s always the one who brings new things up, but recently, you’ve been hinting at a few that fills his mind with even more possibilities. that’s how you wound up where you are now, hands and chest pressed up against a large mirror, his hand tangled in your hair as he forces you to watch him fuck you.

“so dirty, angel, wanting to watch yourself take me in front of a mirror, but fuck, this might be my new favourite too”.

#nct dream #nct #nct smut #nct dream smut #mark smut #mark lee smut #renjun smut #huang renjun smut #jeno smut #lee jeno smut #haechan smut #lee haechan smut #donghyuck smut #jaemin smut #na jaemin smut

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cleolinda · 2 months

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Weekend links

My posts

I have been amorphously unwell (migraines, dizziness, aches) this week, which is super great. I am, in fact, daunted by the complexities and unknowns.

See "Personal tag of the week" at the bottom for updates on the Tumblr happenings.

Reblogs of interest

Thousands of Israelis protest in Tel Aviv, demanding a hostage release/ceasefire deal and new elections.

I never know how to segue from a serious news item.

Theseus liveblogs the labyrinth, and it’s heartbreaking.

Before hbomberguy was going after plagiarism, he was playing Donkey Kong for trans rights.

“to touch is to interact, and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate”

The universe knows you are separate from this cat’s Absolute Terror Field

Cats named Pigeon

The most dramatic cat

Figure out what starts your engine and ride the waves of your brain

This is not van fundamentalism

Lawful good werebears

The Godmother is not committed to the kindness

Escape room employees reveal the worst, or best, things they’ve seen on the job.

“So I explained to him the story of ‘Alice’s Restaurant,’ and he began to get MAD”

It seems that y’all do not understand that the Better Call Saul ads are just how we live in the US, and that I pass five Alexander Shunnarah billboards just to get a quesadilla.

1) Don’t take your native animals for granted. 2) This jay is the bluebird of happiness, apparently.

Wisdom from a Tumblr longtimer

Benign chain posts: the Money Garf

Video

Every now and then I fall apaaaaaart

Click through for a massive gothic rock playlist on YouTube

It’s a great dance contest entry--but then they tell you it’s also randomly-paired improv

Capybara capybara (capybara)

The sacred texts

You have not seen a sacred internet text until you have seen the Lolrus (2006)

Personal tag of the week

“the happenings” is my tag for all internet platform bullshit. This week, it’s Tumblr, as CEO Matt Mullenweg lost his shit and started harassing a trans user (including on another platform). This is a factual explanation early in the week of what happened and how it started:

predstrogen (the first blog) was allegedly deleted for “sexually explicit material” despite any posts that may have been labelled as such being marked with a community label and her blog recently being manually approved as NOT containing adult content. she also talks in this post, as well as here, about how she has had a support ticket open for several months for harassment she was receiving that has not been dealt with

the CEO of tumblr made a post wherin he publicly aired information regarding her deletion and threatened legal action against her , showing examples of the alleged death threats where no actual threats were made and telling people in the replies to just leave if they were unhappy with the moderation of the site

Specifically, he was upset by the expressed wish that he perish in a car covered in hammers that would explode multiple times, a serious threat that could surely come to fruition in reality. If you can't tell that I'm being sarcastic, congratulations, you're CEO material.

It spiraled from there, but suffice it to say, it ended with trans employees posting on the Staff account (reblog here with commentaries):

The reality of predstrogen’s suspension was not accurately conveyed, and made it seem like we were reaching for opportunities to ban trans feminine people on the platform. This is not the case. The example comment shared in the post linked above does not meet our definition of a realistic threat of violence, and was not the deciding factor in the account suspension. Matt thereafter failed to recognize the harm to the community as a result of this suspension. Matt does not speak on behalf of the LGBTQ+ people who help run Tumblr or Automattic, and we were not consulted in the construction of a response to these events.

While the post is sincerely emotional and brave, the real chess move is this part:

We appreciate the space we have been given to express our concerns and dissent, and we are thankful that Matt’s (and Automattic’s) strong commitment to freedom of expression has facilitated it. We will continue to fight to make Tumblr safe for us all.

Matt Mullenweg now either has to nod and go, “Yeah, yeah... I’m a great guy committed to freedom...” Or he can, I don’t know, shut the site down in a fit of defiant pique? All I’m going to say about this is that the day all this first went down, I started archiving any posts I’d put significant effort into last year, and I’ll be crossposting them on Dreamwidth and Patreon. I don’t want to lose Tumblr’s culture and unique platform--I mean, I think the Weekend Links themselves make a case for the fact that there is nothing else like Tumblr on the internet. And shutting down is not even necessarily the most likely outcome--but I’m not gonna be caught unprepared, either.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam #the happenings #tumblr

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finemeal · 3 months

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AO3 Etiquette

Alright, y’all, you already know what I’m about to say. But go ahead get some water, something to eat, take your meds, and whatever else you need to do as I go into this. Ready? Good.

I’ve seen far too many users on AO3 being rude and saying things that I’m not even sure they understand is rude.

If you’ve done these things, don’t sweat it too much. As long as you learn and do better, that’s what’s important. I don’t wanna make anyone feel bad, but I want to make y’all AWARE.

So let’s talk about some basic etiquette for interacting on AO3.

(Disclaimer: not every AO3 author is going to agree. Some are okay with some of these things, some aren’t. Let’s just play on the safe side yeah?)

Comment Etiquette

Listen, we’ve all left comments on fics we like. But here’s the thing, some of us don’t realize what comments are rude or not.

Comments that pass the vibe check:

Hearts

Something you liked about the story

Saying you enjoyed the story

Excited to see more from an author (not demanding an update, not asking for more, just genuine excitement for whatever the author has in store)

Anything that is genuinely nice

Theories on what you think will happen (not necessarily what you want or hope happens)

Comments that do not pass the vibe check:

DEMANDING an update

Treating fic authors like content pumps and not real people who do this in their free time

Critiquing the story

Saying how they should’ve written something different

Constructive criticism that the author did NOT ask for

Saying things that are purposefully antagonistic

Trolling

Anything that if someone said to you about something you worked hard on you would think was rude

Dogging on how a character was written

Comments that are WILDLY different from the tone of the story (i.e leaving a graphically violent comment on a story that does not feature graphic violence)

Any mention on how long it’s been since they’ve updated — you’re gonna make your wait longer

This one is more of a personal ick but any “want to see” comments, specifically on one-shots (I want you to enjoy what I’ve written, not talk about stories you hope I’ll write — unless author says that they specifically want those comments)

Honestly there’s so many comments that do not pass the vibe check I can’t even list them all. But I listed a BUNCH so, general rule of thumb is: If you’re not sure it’s rude, reach out to a friend and ask. Also, you can ask for people in the comment section to vibe check you if you’re unsure. And? If you know it’s rude and say it anyway, you’re an asshole.

ALSO: author’s will read your comments! They may not respond, but 9/10 author’s will read the comment so remember that you’re not posting into the void. And? People will call you out if you’re being rude. Don’t double down. Apologize, delete comment, move on.

Author’s talk, we will block you if you’re a raging asshole cuz we don’t need that kinda energy in our fics. And, sometimes we’ll turn off anon commenters cuz if you’re going to continue to be an asshole, and can’t even say it to our face, you din’t deserve to comment.

Bookmark Etiquette

This one is prolly gonna get a lot of people riled up and I simply don’t care. If you disagree, that’s fine, just know as an author and friends with other AO3 author’s we consider these sorts of things rude.

Bookmarks that pass the vibe check:

No comment

A nice comment with the bookmark

Private bookmarks (no matter what it’s tagged/commented with)

Nice/neutral tags

A note to self about where you left off

Bookmarks that do not pass the vibe check:

Anything rude for the comment/tag section of a bookmark — unsure what’s rude? See comment section above

Ranking the fic (see this way more often in bookmarks than anywhere else)

Unread bookmarks (not always a fail, it’s just weird? You can mark for later, why are you bookmarking my story without reading it?)

If your bookmark is private? It doesn’t matter how you tag/note it/whatever. But if it’s public? Author’s will sometimes go look at bookmarks because people will leave nice little comments that make us feel good. If you say something mean we can’t even delete it. But I can guarantee we’ll block you!

Yes, bookmarks are for the reader, but just because you didn’t intend for an author to see what you said doesn’t make it any less mean. If it’s public: shame on you. Make a bookmark that’s mean in private, then I won’t care.

Conclusion

Don’t be mean. If you don’t like a story, you don’t have to say anything. It takes more time to leave a nasty comment or bookmark something in a mean way than it does to just back out of the fic. I get it, you don’t like the fic. I don’t like every fic I read. You know what we do? We use the back button.

We’re all people, we all have lives and things going on. Just know 2024 is the year I’m no longer replying to nasty comments. I’m deleting them, blocking if I want to, and moving on.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Again, this post has a very aggressive tone because I’m sick of seeing mean comments on my friend’s fics. Will this stop those comments? No, but I hope it lessens them.

This truly is just about educating people. If you have any questions, anything you want to add. Feel free, pop off monarchs.

#ao3 #writer #etiquette #etiquette fails #psa #rant #please just do better

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the-old-witch-writes · 2 years

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title: “just a little bit”

fandom: One Piece

pairing(s): sadist!luffy x reader (gender isn't specified but there's a mention of pussy/vagina)

summary: luffy would never describe himself as a sadist. actually, he doesn’t even know what that word means! he just knows that he really, really, really likes how you react whenever he does certain things, like making you cry—but only a little bit. (cue shifty eyes)

rating: Explicit (ish?) (still, mdni)

content warning/tags: sadistic thoughts, luffy being possessive and maybe a bit of a yandere, sexual content, degradation (in thoughts), dacryphilia, use of “Bunny” as a nickname, “baby” as pet name, no use of y/n, overstimulation, mild choking, biting, blood mention, reader might be a masochist—but only a little bit, and by that I mean a whole lot lmao, yes Luffy is ooc and I don't care, completely self-indulgent, pls don't take this seriously

added as a chapter to "even in her helplessness" on AO3...still anonymous tho lmao

~1~

of all things to use as an adjective, Monkey D. Luffy would never describe himself as a sadist.

matter of fact, he doesn’t even know what that word means! when Traffy throws the accusation of him of being such one day—specifically, after seeing how he acts around you—he just tilts his head and hums with owlish eyes, very confused but also suddenly very curious. so, of course, he does what he always does whenever he doesn’t understand a word—he asks certain members of his crew.

most of his usuals don’t really give him an answer:

Nami blushes and demands to know where he learned this word and who she needs to beat up for “corrupting” him—a question Luffy refuses to answer, because he actually likes Law and wouldn’t like to see him beaten and bloodied by his mercurial navigator.

Sanji blushes even more, his voice refusing to work for a good moment before he spins on his heel and runs back to the galley.

Zoro bursts out laughing, insanely enough, and he keeps laughing until tears flood his eyes and he’s hunched over, finding it difficult to breathe—even as Luffy slowly backwalks out of the crow’s nest, only feeling more confused and a little bit disturbed than when he first entered.

Usopp whips around, eyes bulging out of their sockets and jaw slack, and he asks, “WHO TAUGHT YOU SUCH A WORD EXISTS???”

needless to say, Luffy has nearly given up figuring out what the word means until Robin casually gives him an answer over coffee later that day.

“Oh, it means you get sexual pleasure out of seeing other people in pain,” she says, her eyes still on the newspaper as she takes a sip from her coffee. “In this context, Law is implying this regarding your bond with our little Bunny.”

Luffy listens to the explanation, his eyes growing wider with each word coming out of Robin’s mouth. then, when she’s finished, he bursts out laughing.

“Hahahaha, that’s hilarious, Robin!” he says between giggles, trying to breathe. “Yeah, no way that’s me…”

at this, Robin pauses. she places her mug down and lowers the newspaper to reveal her eyes, the blue in them gleaming with this knowing that freezes Luffy in place. once she steeples her hands below her chin, her mouth spreads into a little smirk.

“Are you sure?”

at this, Luffy pauses to think—to really, really, really think.

after a moment, he swallows hard enough to make his throat bob, sweat beginning to drip from the side of his head and then down the back of his neck. then he shifts his round brown eyes away, his mouth starting to purse even before he speaks.

~2~

now that he actually knows what it means, on all that he holds dear—hell, on the One Piece itself—Luffy swears that he isn’t a sadist.

no, really.

he can describe his many previous enemies as sadists, sure. guys like Crocodile and Doflamingo quickly come to mind—the latter he considers particularly evil. and the idea of being on Joker’s level makes Luffy’s insides twist in disgust. the last thing he ever wants is to be like him, or any of the other sick bastards he’s fought in the past.

so yeah, no; Luffy would not describe himself as a sadist—especially when it comes to you. you’re his special person, his lover, his best friend, his future. the last person he would ever want to see in pain in this world is you.

it’s just that, maybe, just a little bit—he really likes it whenever you blush that deep crimson, especially when he says something that he knows leaves you embarrassed. to the point that you stutter adorably, that your hands lift to your face, to hide from everyone’s stares—only for his hands to clasp your wrists to stop you, his grinning mouth letting out a low chuckle as his hooded gaze bores into your doe-like eyes.

and sometimes, when you two are alone and locked in a room or in a secluded corner of the Sunny, he really, really, really likes to bite your neck. like, sink his teeth in until he tastes a hint of blood sort of biting, until bruises and teeth marks are bloomed along the column of flesh, until you’re left moaning and placing your trembling hands on his shoulders, warning him that there will be marks, that everyone will see and know—

“No shit, Bunny,” Luffy laughs in your ear, swiping his tongue across his smirking lips to taste the little drops of your blood—and fuck, do you taste good—“That’s the whole point!”

—but only just a little bit.

and then, there’s the fact that you’re so fucking pretty when you cry.

not much turns Luffy on. the most beautiful person alive could be naked right in front of him, bent over and presenting their hole for him to conquer, and he’d honestly shrug and walk away—or pick his nose, whichever his impulse points him toward.

(sorry not sorry Hancock, it’s the truth)

the sight of your eyes, glossy and flooding with tears that flow down your cheeks? oh. that—that awakens something monstrous in him. makes a shiver run down his spine, every hair on the back of his neck standing at attention, and his mouth absolutely water like he’s been presented with fresh meat. all he’s filled with then is the desire to do whatever it takes to make more of those tears flow, enough that he’ll be licking your cheeks for the taste, just for the chance of them dripping into his mouth.

gods above, he loves making you cry. second to an awesome adventure and friendship, it’s one of the things that make him feel alive.

(only him, though. if anyone else dares to make you cry��a real cry, where you’re sobbing from pain and feeling helpless from a particularly brutal enemy—Luffy will destroy them, piece by piece, until they’re not even a memory.)

—again, only a little bit though, of course.

~3~

it’s these thoughts that hit him even now, when his mouth is kissing your body so deeply, ravenously, your trembling thighs kept apart and pinned to the bed with his rough hands. your back is arched, your hips attempting to shift under his strong grasp, and your voice is so shaky in releasing those pretty, near sobbing moans as his tongue stretches and swells and twists inside your already gushing cunt, intent on making you come apart just one more time.

“O-oh my—fuck, Luffy, wait! Wait, wait, wait, mmm,” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut as they begin watering. Your shaky hands go to his shoulders and push, but only a little bit. “You need to s-stop, it’s t-too much—”

Luffy stares up at you through dark, hooded eyes, his mouth remaining relentless. too much, huh? just how long have you two been like this, actually? he honestly can’t remember. all he knows is that while he’s made you come plenty so far, it’s not nearly enough for him.

Still, he thinks as his eyes narrow, the corners of his mouth curling upward. It’s so cute that you’re trying to stop me.

and it’s this—amusement that coaxes Luffy to pause, to pull back his tongue before he pulls away from your body. you let out a whine at his absence, then your teary eyes flutter open to see him moving up your body to loom over you. you attempt to shrink into the bed underneath you, your eyes wide and glossy, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

Luffy puts on a smile, tilting his head as he gives you a look.

“Is that all?” he asks. “C’mon now—”

one of his hands moves to rest on your throat.

“—we both know you can beg better than that, Bunny.”

with a dark chuckle, he then squeezes his palm around your neck, his fingers pressing to the sides and nearly sinking into the soft skin—but only a little bit.

Luffy watches as you moan, nearly rolling your eyes back as you attempt to repress a smile—mindless, elated, the way you always get whenever he gets like this—and his mouth spreads into a grin, a sick sort of glee rushing through him as your eyes fill with those little tears again.

“I don't know, baby. That face you just made doesn’t make me think you wanna stop,” he says, in a mock clueless voice, his head tilting again. “Seems like you’re not being honest with me. Do you really want me to stop?”

that said, Luffy lightens up his grip on your neck for a moment. it’s an opening for an out—one he always gives you, just in case it actually gets too much—a moment for you to say the word that you both agreed on, the one that would get him to stop, no questions asked.

as he suspects, because he can read you better than even you think, you giggle and shake your head, looking up at him from your long, rather wet eyelashes.

Luffy smirks.

“Yeah, thought so. Well, let me hear it then,” he coos, his hand back to being firm on your neck and squeezing just so. “Tell me what you really want. Beg nice and pretty for me.”

that blush floods your face, despite how your eyes light up. slowly, your mouth opens.

“W-want…I w-want…”

“‘W-want' what, baby?” he can’t help but mock your tinny voice, his grin revealing teeth. “Say it properly.”

“Your cock!” you whimper, cheeks so red—as if this the first dirty word that ever left your lips, so pathetic, baby—“Please, Captain, I need you to fuck me!”

despite the sudden sharp danger in his grin, like that of a razor, Luffy hums and looks up at the ceiling of your bedroom, as if he has to think about it.

“Mm, I guess I will. Since you asked so nicely,” he says with a shrug. lifting his free hand, he removes his straw hat and places it on the nightstand, then makes quick work of undoing his denim shorts.

then, with his eyes dark and his other hand still firm on your throat, Luffy slams his turgid cock inside you—relishing in how you cry out, how the gummy walls of your pussy squeeze around every inch of him, as if to welcome him home—and then, he gives you precisely what you want.

and well, maybe just a little bit more.

#omg where did this come from #one piece x reader #one piece smut #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #luffy smut #one piece x y/n #no use of y/n #tw sadism #tw masochism #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #one piece #18+#smutfic #smut fic #nsft

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sweetest-honeybee · 10 months

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C'mon mate what's the tea on the manager they crazy or just stupid? A manager is usually one or the other. Or both.

PFFT just an ass to literally everyone in the building but I learned all this in pretty much one day:

She was hoping to fire this one girl bc the girl has a no call-no show on her record (girl in question is a mother and I believe it was due to an emergency related to that). The hope was that the girl wouldn’t come to work on another no call-no show but she ended up coming which pissed off manager

This is just something I heard from someone else (old friend from high school who happens to work there) but apparently one of the employees there is suing due to violations regarding an injury they received at work. Manager made them continue working and demanded them do things their doctor specifically said they couldn’t do and so company and manager are being sued

Lady I work for in the kitchen HATES her and they have a fair bit of history from the last year actually including a screaming match which ended in items being thrown apparently? Manager keeps butting in to cook things bc she thinks lady in the kitchen, despite it being her job, either doesn’t know what she’s doing or is too slow

Manager put me and girl she was hoping to fire in there together to cook stuff and train me in the kitchen. All was fine til manager butted in to teach me the EXACT same stuff lady taught me and was somehow surprised I already fuckin. Knew how to do it 😂

Manager just kept getting in the way of every damn thing in that kitchen

Manager sent lady int he tiki hen home early bc she decided there was nothing else she needed to do even tho we kept continuing to prepare food under the training of 2 managers including asshole manager

Kept pulling employee who’s suing aside to bitch at them in the kitchen in the last couple hours of my shift

Generally kept bitching about every damn thing in the store (loudly going “Customers come in here expecting us to drop everything to help them! 😡😡” in the kitchen)

Kitchen lady was busy training me so nobody was watching the roller grill for the first 2 hours of my shift which pissed off manager even tho she stuck be back there to train. Openly complained about it in front of customers

More of a pet peeve but she also bitched about my name tag being on the wrong side like 8 feet from me. Didn’t say it to me, never did. But bitched to another manager about it. There were no specific codes on how to wear the name tag, just that you had one. I wore it on my left side with the company logo bc I’m right handed and reaching things with my right hand would make my arm hit it and repeatedly scrape against my arm. I fixed it but apparently she’s got a reputation for bitching about something to EVERYONE except you if you’re pissing her off with something

But yeah people quit there all the time bc of her and the ridiculous workload she puts on everyone. And by ridiculous I don’t mean a lot, but such a small store means there’s not always something to do. So before store inspection, she had me scoot along the inside perimeter and scrub that little corner where the walls and floors meet. Honest to god I god paid an hour to sit and scrub dirt out of THIS

#high school friend also has a piercing and we both agreed manager wanted to say how it’s against dress code SO bad #but she can’t be another manger has ear piercings

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If you ever have the time/interest, would you break down the canon surrounding Stephanie’s economic circumstances/home life? It seems like a lot of people have chosen to take it a specific way so I’d love to see your reasoning

Sure. Thanks for asking, it's honestly a fun topic.

Y’know it’s funny—I actually happen to own something that I think most people, even most Steph fans, haven’t seen: Steph’s first appearance. Not her Robin first appearance, her Detective Comics first appearance, her actual introduction. I happened to pick them up by accident at a con a few years ago because they’re also some of Tim’s first cover appearances.

Other people might disagree with me on this, but I like to go back to the characters’ origins whenever I can to find the baseline of what they were originally intended to be and try to bring later interpretations in line with that. I like to think of retcons as new revelations, new plot twists in an ongoing story, and not a way to reset aspects of the past just to fit your story. It works especially well for this because Steph’s socio-economic status doesn’t actually change, there’s just kind of a game of telephone that happens across the decades that leads people to misunderstand.

One thing worth noting in these early issues is just how much Steph, a 16-year-old girl, has at her disposal before she ever even glimpses Batman and Robin. Literally the first shot we ever see of the Spoiler is this:

And because I am, in fact, that kind of nerd, I have gone in a couple of times and dug out old era-appropriate electronics magazines to figure out what that piece of equipment would cost you in 1992. Baseline for a parabolic microphone is $600, and that price is for much larger, more delicate pieces of equipment meant to be used for like, outdoor nature shoots, which wouldn’t be able to hear through glass. Steph probably dropped $1,000 on that microphone alone.

Remember also that her costume is homemade—she doesn’t have any other way of getting it. She’s also shown using some pretty elaborate climbing and painting gear, with no indication that they were stolen or borrowed or anything, and you can see that she’s got a pretty well-stocked utility belt there.

Again, for some reason people tend to forget or overlook this but, right up until she demanded Bruce make her Robin, Steph operated as Spoiler with zero Bat support. She got some hand-to-hand training from Cass late in the game and tagged along on some of Tim’s assignments, but was otherwise being actively discouraged from vigilantism for most of her career. She made her own costume, bought her own equipment, and maintained her own motorcycle, all without the financial support of either Batman or her parents.

So right off the bat we know she’s a teenage girl with a not-insignificant amount of personal disposable income, the only hinted source of which is the implication she works a part-time job somewhere—which I don’t think is ever brought up again when she reappears in Robin.

We all know minimum wage went further in 1992 than it does now, but it didn’t go that much further. So it’s reasonable to assume that Steph has access to at least some money from her parents to support her vigilante habit, whether that’s in the form of an allowance, gifts that she carefully manages between Christmas and birthdays, or money that she’s able to just, take from Crystal without her noticing.

But this page is more important to our current interests because it’s also when we see Steph’s neighborhood for the first time. We’re told here that Steph and her mother (who is called Mrs. Agnes Bellinger in this comic, although it’s possible she was using a fake name to visit her ex in prison) live in what is described as “115 South Holden Street, in Manchester.”

Now keep in mind, the Gotham City map can be extremely fluid and tends to change depending on the needs of the story. But there have been attempts to map it, and “Manchester” has never been on any of those maps, so we have to do some extrapolation. At the very least, we can tell the neighborhood is clearly not in the city, given the very deliberate angle there in the first panel to show that they’re well away from the crowded downtown Gotham skyline.

This implies that Manchester is intended to be one of the mainland suburbs that feeds the island city of Gotham, similar to Bristol Township where the Wayne and Drake Manors are located. It’s not nearly as nice a neighborhood as Bristol—note the fenced-in front lawns, the broken shutters on the neighboring houses, and the vaguely racist lawn ornament on the Brown’s property—but it’s also not some rundown slum. People aren’t afraid to let kids play in their front yards or leave their garage doors standing open. And you'll note those aren't trailers, either, they're decently-sized suburban homes.

Also worth noting: Crystal seems to keep this house perfectly fine on her own as a single mother. Arthur doesn’t live with them; when he’s shown having residences it tends to be apartments in the city by himself, and it’s not like he could support them from prison or with his ill-gotten criminal gains. And yet, we don’t see Steph or Crystal worrying at all about bills or mortgages or anything like that throughout any of their appearances. We see the interior of their house on several occasions and, while it’s often messy, it’s not in disrepair or neglect.

This is a constant portrayal throughout all of Steph's appearances, from Robin through even her run as Batgirl. So, with that in mind, where does the idea that Steph is poor come from? Well, I’ve got a couple of theories.

One is the usual comics fandom problem: canon is huge, nobody can keep up with all of it, and some people go out of their way to be assholes about it, so misinformation gets spread like wildfire, in no small part because Steph is a character that a lot of people use as a self-insert and therefore she must be the misunderstood underdog in all things.

But on the more-interesting-to-talk-about front… I don’t think it’s controversial to say that Steph’s first big storyline was her pregnancy. Yeah? Like, it’s the first story involving her that really started getting critical attention. Whether it deserves that attention is more open to debate—personally, since reading Icon & Rocket for the first time, I’ve come to view it as Dixon pulling the comic book equivalent of white guys repackaging black music and watering it down—but the important thing right now is that it’s the first time people would’ve been specifically reading the Robin comics for Stephanie Brown. And in those comics, Steph’s house is shown as visibly run-down, covered in cracks and disrepair.

Thing is, there’s a context that people miss if you’re reading for the baby storyline and nothing else: this storyline plays out over the last days of “Aftershock” and early months of “No Man’s Land,” the storyline where Gotham is racked by a destructive earthquake that nearly levels the city and is abandoned by the federal government.

Again, we get the reinforced confirmation that Steph’s house isn’t actually in Gotham because it’s not destroyed in the quake—the neighborhood is damaged and briefly evacuated due to a gas line rupture in the immediate aftermath, but once that’s cleared up they’re free to return home, and their suburb is not part of the federal government's evacuation. Nearly every building in Gotham is shown with similar damage during this time, including Drake Manor.

This storyline also plays into, I think, the stereotypes that people jump on when it comes to Steph’s socioeconomic status. Like I’ve mentioned before: Arthur is a criminal, Crystal is a drug addict, and Steph is a teen mom. Therefore, they must be poor, right? Because good middle class families supposedly don’t have those kinds of problems.

But, as I’ve mentioned before, that’s an inaccurate stereotype that ignores reality: plenty of drug addicts, criminals and teen moms live in the suburbs. And the Browns’ specific circumstances are distinctly atypical of the stereotype—Arthur’s not some down-on-his-luck thief pushed to crime by economic hardship, he’s an arrogant former gameshow host who thinks he’s smarter than everyone else and resents the world for not handing him the success he feels entitled to. Crystal’s not some crack addict, she’s a working nurse who used to get her doctor friends to write her scripts for prescription painkillers. And Steph is just a teenage girl who slept with a boy and got pregnant, with the costs of prenatal care and/or childrearing never seeming to be a factor in her decision to bring the child to term and give it up for adoption.

I could go on but that’s pretty much the long and short of it: Steph is simply not shown as being poor in the comics. Ever. She’s not rich, she does clearly rely on her fists much more than any gadgets or fancy gear and lives with her mother rather than moving out on her own for college, but she’s also never shown worrying about student loans and can apparently pay for all her classes with some government assistance and a part-time job alone.

People just assume that she’s poor because they’re misinformed, or they’re projecting, or they’ve got biases they haven’t examined, or they need her to be an underdog to justify their argument against one of the other characters, or they really want her to be buddy-buds with Jason for some reason.

Or, y’know, they just don’t want to acknowledge that they’re rooting for a middle-class white girl from the suburbs who commutes into the inner city to pick fights for fun.

#stephanie brown #is this critical? I honestly can't tell I don't think it's criticism to point out that she's not poor #dc comics #batgirls #robin #detective comics #meta #ask me stuff #anon ask #crystal brown #dc #arthur brown #the cluemaster

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saxamophone · 1 year

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I’m feeling a certain way about how people on the dreaded short form video app are treating fandom creators. I wanted to get my thoughts out here before I make a video about it. If I do make a video about it.

I spent a lot of this year writing a long Drarry fic, which meant I wasn’t reading much Drarry and stopped posting recommendations . When I did start to comment on fandom again, I noticed that every video always gets at least a handful of people commenting ‘rec’ / ‘fic?’/ ‘fic rec?’ on videos where I’m literally recommending something. Most recently on a video where I provided a literal list of about twenty Drarry authors and said ‘you cannot go wrong if you read anything by these lovely authors.’ Um, hello? I just gave you actual recommendations, why do you need more?

I don’t think these people realize they’re asking for unpaid labor, but that’s what they’re doing. Fandom has always been about creating community and sharing experiences and lately, over there, it’s starting to feel more like a consumerist model where nothing is ever enough for people, they just want more content spoon fed to them. They don’t want to delight in discovering amazing fanworks for themselves. They just want someone to tell them what to consume, and they have no idea what work goes into creating recommendations. You have to read! Take notes! Form them into coherent sentences which can be difficult sometimes! Figure out how to best position the story in a short amount of time. It! Is! Work!

This sort of came to a breaking point for me the other day when I posted a quick vid to let ppl know I completed the fic I’ve been working on most of the year. It’s the longest story I’ve ever written and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pull it off. It’s about grief, and I poured myself into it because my dad passed unexpectedly while I was writing it. And then my company merged and I lost all my coworkers. I’m grateful I still have a job, but the guilt of still being employed isn’t something people prepare you for. And then my aunt died two days after I completed the fic. This has been the most difficult seven months of my life, and writing is the only thing that managed to help, even a little.

So when people started to ask for fic recs —very specific fic recs that can be easily found by searching the tags on AO3 — on the video of me posting about my own story, I kind of… lost it? Not really. But I was more annoyed than I usually am.

And when I’ve pointed out that ‘hey, asking for recs on this particular video of me posting something I’m proud of is insensitive,’ I’ve been met with defensiveness. It’s like… I can’t anymore. It used to be fun! It’s becoming tiresome. And trying to educate people on fandom etiquette over there is a Sisyphean task.

And while I know people don’t know how hard this year has been for me, I’m still aggravated by the seemingly endless demands. Fandom can be a lovely place if people care about participating over consuming. But it’s something they have to discover for themselves. And I’m just kinda sad.

#drarry fandom #drarry #just thoughts #tiktok is toxic #like for real #big sigh

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the-cult-of-russo · 1 year

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Such a Softer Sin (Part 18)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: There’s a lot of feels in this one and honestly, I was far too excited about it to not post it lmaooo

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You groaned as your mind woke up before your body. You felt groggy and weighed down, frowning before you blinked your heavy eyes open. You frowned when you glanced around, sitting up to see you were on a sofa you didn’t recognise. You rubbed your eyes and then it all hit you. Kos was dead and Atticus had killed him. He’d killed him because his mate was a traitorous bitch. The rage you felt was scathing as it all came flooding back and you dove off the sofa, looking around frantically.

“Billy?!” you called out, rushing into the kitchen but he wasn't there. His scent was faint and you realized he wasn’t here at all. You knew you needed to tell him what happened and you rushed outside, not caring about the cream knee length nightgown you were wearing that you had no idea how it got on you. Your eyes darted around, taking in a place you didn't remember before they landed on the large gate. You ran over to it but it wouldn't open so you slammed your hand on it firmly.

“Open the gate!” you called out harshly and it didn't take too long before it swung open. You were face to face with two guards who looked at you like they’d seen a ghost. You didn't really have time to think about the fact you’d force shifted right now. You were back to normal and you needed to get home.

“I need to leave,” you muttered, the anger bubbling up underneath your skin.

“Your Majesty, you need to stay here and wait for the King,” one of them murmured warily and you growled, eyes flaring as you stared him down and made him bow his head in submission.

“Give me one of your horses and I’ll see myself back,” you demanded and the other guard shook his head.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Your Majesty,” he frowned and you snarled, rushing past them and right to one of the horses that was munching on some hay. Luckily for you, it was already saddled up and ready to go and you hopped onto it despite the protests from the guards that it wasn’t safe. You didn’t spare them a look as you got the horse to gallop off, going at full speed. You didn’t know the way home and you used the faint lingering scent of Billy that carried in the air and hoped you’d wind up where you should be. When you got to the castle gates, you jumped off the horse, handing the reins to a stunned guard outside as another opened the gate for you with a bow of the head. You rushed inside and stood there, eyes wide at the scene in front of you. People were everywhere and it was chaos, people yelling and some even chanting ‘Justice for Kos’. The name pinged around in your head, ricocheting like a bullet and it sent a jolt of pain that ripped right through you. You looked around frantically and your eyes laid on Billy who was with Frank and Karen, talking to some of the people. He looked up, complete surprise coloring his face to see you before he said something to Frank and the three of them started to rush over. Your brain didn't really register it though as anger coursed through your veins like molten fire and you looked around quickly before your eyes landed on their target.

Atticus was standing a little aways from the mess hall and his eyes were as wide as saucers as he gaped at you, clearly not expecting to see you. Aurora stood by his side and her face was the picture of horror and your wolf purred in delight at her fear. You didn't have much time to dwell on the fact you felt your wolf now as you stalked towards the pair, right towards Aurora. No words left your lips as you threw a punch so hard that it went right through Aurora’s chest and you grabbed her heart.

“No!” Atticus bellowed, dropping to his knees as he screamed. People around you started screaming and yelling in horror but all you did was stare at the girl as blood dribbled from her lips, her body convulsing a little. Your top lip curled up into a snarl before you ripped her heart right out of her chest and her lifeless body hit the floor with a thud. You stood on shaky legs, your whole body trembling as blood trickled down your hand, her heart in your grip. You felt on the verge of burning the world down.

“Y/N! What the hell is goin’ on?!” Billy yelled as he got to you, his face mortified and confused. Everyone was crowded around, watching you with wide and fearful eyes and you turned your cold gaze to Billy as Atticus wailed on the floor.

“She was a traitor. She was working for the vampires and Atticus was in on it, he killed Kos,” you muttered monotonously and Billy’s eyes widened as he looked from you to Atticus. You tossed Aurora’s heart at Atticus’ feet and his sobs increased as he curled in on himself. Everyone was stunned into silence at your words and you glared at Atticus as if you could set him on fire with your mind.

“Take him to the cells,” you demanded roughly, voice wavering from the amount of rage you felt. No one said anything, no one moved and you growled, eyes flaring.

“Take him to the cells!” you screamed, your voice carrying your unbridled fury and pain. The guards scrambled over, grabbing Atticus who didn't put up a fight as he was dragged away. You were in complete shock, your body shaking as you stared at the heart and wondered how the hell things had turned out this way.

“Y/N,” you blinked up at the soft voice to see Billy in front of you. He cupped your cheeks, eyes scanning your face in concern.

“What happened?” he asked carefully and you swallowed thickly, hands clenched to fists at your sides.

“That night, Atticus mindlinked me and said he needed help. Told me he was on his way home and the vampires got him and he was by the lake. I got there and got jumped by vampires, they could have killed me,” you bit out and you saw the anger flash behind Billy’s eyes, felt it hit you like a dagger.

“The vampire told me that Aurora was on their side and that Atticus would do whatever she asked of him. His first test was to kill his Alpha,” you whispered, pain seizing you tight as the thought of Kos. Your mind flashed with memories and you felt like a gaping hole was in your chest that you could never fill. You’d never hear him teasing you again, never have his comfort or hear his words of wisdom. No, your Alpha was gone now and the one who had taken him away had been your best friend. Betrayal didn't even cover it.

“I want to go to the cells,” you insisted and Billy frowned as his thumbs stroked your cheeks before he let you go.

“I don't think that’s a good idea. You’ve just been stuck mid shift and you need to rest, you could force shift again,” he warned carefully and your jaw clenched as you glared at him and he seemed surprised to see the malice there.

“I don’t care. I need to speak to him, alone,” you growled. Billy blinked at you for a long moment before he nodded. He didn't look happy about it but he relented as he and Frank led you to the cells.

“We’ll be out here,” Frank murmured, giving you a sympathetic look. You nodded and Billy took your blood free hand for a moment, looking at you with worry. You started to think he wouldn't let you go, but with a sigh, he released your hand and you walked inside and down the steps. The smell didn't bother you, didn't even register in your mind as you stalked down the stairs. You could hear Atticus’ desperate sobs before you even got down the stairs and you made your way to his cell, standing outside of the bars.

He was on his knees, crying helplessly but you had no empathy for him.

“Why did you do it?” you asked harshly but he didn't answer, just continued to cry and you felt your anger burning you up from the inside out.

“How could you do that to Kos? He took us in when we had no one and looked after us. We were all lost together and we glued each other back together!” you lamented, an agonizing pain tearing at your chest. Once again, you got nothing but irritating sobs in response.

“How could you do that to your own Alpha?!” you snarled, hands gripping the bars tightly. He shook his head, his body swaying a little.

“You don’t understand. I had to, I had to for Aurora,” he wailed pathetically and you scoffed.

“You disgust me. No matter what Billy said to me, I’d never do such a thing!” you hissed, hands tightening around the cold bars.

“That’s because you don’t feel the bond,” he argued weakly.

“I do feel it. After I force shifted, my wolf came back,” you informed him coldly and he finally looked at you then with surprise shining behind his soaked eyes.

“You’re the traitor of the worst kind. You were my best friend and I know I was next on your list or maybe you were hoping those vampires would take me out. How could you do that to someone who loved you? How could you do this to someone who took you in?” you asked, confusion and pain lacing your tone and he laughed mirthlessly.

“The Kingdom is a lie. The King is the one who killed Aurora’s parents and he killed ours too!” he growled at you.

“What the hell are you talking about?!” you seethed.

“He paid the rogues to go around and kill packs,” he muttered and you scoffed an incredulous laugh at his words.

“Do you really believe that? You know Billy is a good King and he cares for his people. He has nothing to gain from going around killing innocent wolves,” you bit out harshly and he hung his head as he wept.

“You let that stupid bitch brainwash you with stupid bullshit, you know it’s not true,” you spat at him and he cried harder.

“I know… I know it’s not true but I loved her. I loved her and I wanted to do anything to be with her. She told me we couldn't be together if I didn’t,” he sobbed but you felt nothing at his words.

“Do you think that makes it okay!? You killed Kos, Atticus! You planned to kill me and you probably planned to kill more!” you yelled angrily. He was quiet for a moment, head hung in shame as he cried.

“We were going to poison the water,” he whispered. You felt like you’d been smacked in the face as you recoiled, blinking at him slowly. You could hardly believe his words and wouldn't have if they hadn't come from his own mouth. They had planned to poison the water here, killing everyone. His own pack, the children. You felt sick at the revelation. He’d become the very thing he hated, the very kind that took your family from you. You couldn't believe this was the same boy you knew, the one who hid you in the bushes to save you all those years ago.

“Kill me,” he begged and your eyes widened as you looked at him.

“Please. Please kill me. I can’t live without her, I can’t. I can’t live with what I’ve done,” he pleaded through ragged sobs. You knew when a mate died it could cause a wolf to go mad. He was already unhinged clearly if the planned mass murder was anything to go by and he didn't seem to have a conscience anymore since he was okay with killing kids. Having more insanity on top of that would be disastrous. You knew if you let him go that he’d just go running to the vampires and he knew too much, they’d get the upper hand. You’d probably end up having to kill him in battle anyway. Kos flashed in your mind again, his smile as he looked at his mate, how happy he seemed. He’d only just found true happiness and it was snuffed out like the flame of a candle in the wind. He was gone and you’d never see him again and it was all because of the traitor in the cell. A part of you grieved for the boy you once knew, the boy you never thought capable of such things, the boy that didn't seem to exist anymore. You felt like you’d lost everything. A cold numbness settled over you like an icy blanket as you stepped into the cell, staring down at him crying. You moved to crouch in front of him, cupping his cheeks and making his tear stricken face look at you. You stared at the face of the one who had taken so much of you as the pain settled deep into your bones. You’d already lost family once and now it was happening all over again.

“I hope your soul knows no peace for what you’ve done. I hope you suffer for all of eternity,” you growled before you twisted his head and snapped his neck with a sickening crack. You let him go and his body fell to the floor with a dull thud, you stood up and looked down on him. Emptiness settled into you and you walked out of the cell and then back up the steps.

As you reached outside, Billy and Frank turned to you quickly, worry all over their faces.

“He’s dead,” you muttered coldly, your voice devoid of emotion as you started to walk away. Billy rushed over to you, intercepting you as he stood in front of you. His eyes flit all over you, concern shining behind them as he frowned.

“Come on,” he said softly, putting a hand on your back and guiding you to the castle. He led you to his room in silence and as you walked inside, you burst into tears. Billy was there instantly to hold you but your knees buckled and you fell to the floor, Billy going with you. You cried into his chest as you clutched him tightly, his arms around you and one cradling your head.

“I’m here, it's alright, sweetheart,” he soothed but you cried harder as the pain finally took control. You felt every bit of grief and agony that consumed you whole. You felt Billy shaking and heard him sniffling as you realized he was crying too.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I failed you,” he lamented, pressing his face into your hair and you shook your head.

“It’s not your fault,” you argued through your tears.

“This happened on my watch. I shoulda known about Aurora,” he muttered bitterly. You sat up a little, tears streaming down your cheeks as you looked at him. He looked utterly broken and it hurt you to know he blamed himself for this.

“This isn’t on you. Even with a mate bond, he shouldn't have done this. It's not some magical spell that makes you forget right from wrong, he could have come to me. He could have told me what was going on and we could have figured it out,” you frowned. You felt like lead weights had been tied around your heart as you mourned for Kos and who Atti used to be, wondering why it had to be this way. Why you had to lose so much. Billy’s hand came up and cupped your cheek and your eyes snapped back to him.

“I love you,” he whispered fervently, dark eyes imploring and your heart skipped a beat. You looked at him then, really looked at him now you were reconnected with your wolf and you even through your grief you felt it.

“I love you too,” you replied softly and his eyes widened, brows almost flying off his head.

“You really feel that way?” he asked, almost like he couldn't believe it.

“My wolf is back… I feel it,” you assured him and he leaned in, kissing you firmly and you kissed him back. You felt every ounce of love he held for you in the kiss and it made your chest feel a little lighter. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours, his thumb stroking your cheek as he gazed at you.

“Come on, let’s lay down for a bit, you need some rest,” he murmured, moving to stand and holding out a hand for you. You took it and let him help you to your feet and guide you to the bed. You felt drained, sucked dry of everything you had. You watched as Billy stripped to just his pants and he got in bed with you, gathering you to his chest and you snuggled closer to him, letting his scent soothe you. You were still reeling from all that had happened. Bergamot and orange blossom filled your nose and you inhaled deeply, letting it wash over you.

“I’m sorry I couldn't protect you from this but I swear, I won’t let anything hurt you again,” he vowed earnestly and you buried your face into his chest deeper. You weren't really sure that was possible, you were pretty sure you were going to spend the rest of your life in agony now all your closest family was dead but you tried not to think about it. You had Billy now. He was your Alpha. You knew what Kos would say if he was here. He’d tell you that you needed to dust yourself off and get back up, that you were strong. A fighter. You vowed to be a good Queen in Kos’ honor, vowed to take care of the war and get rid of all the vermin that had a hand in this once and for all. When you were done with them, there wouldn't be a vampire left to cause problems.

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