#Scrum Con

[misternizz]

SCRUM CON IV came and went!

So.. Scrum Con happened, April 8, 2023

April 8, 2023, Silver Spring Civic Center, Silver Spring, Maryland On April 08, 2023, we (the members of the Scrum Club, a mix of miniatures enthusiasts and roleplaying game players, threw our annual (we hope) convention, returning once again to the live convention format, at the location of the 2020 ScrumCon, the Siver Spring Civic Center. Not to bury the lead, here.. but results exceeded…

[boardgametoday]

Scrum Con's registration opens today!

Scrum Con's registration opens today! #DMV #tabletopgames #WashingtonDC

Registration has opened, this Saturday, February 25, for Scrum Con 2023! The convention has around 40 games over the course of the day, as well as the return of the popular “bring-and-buy” flea market. They also have a variety of t-shirts folks can order for pick-up at the convention.  Badges and Tickets Scrum Con 2019 and 2020 sold out about a week before the day of the convention, so they…

[jyoongim]

Hello!

I would to request if its alright.

Prisoner Human Alastor x Police!Reader.

Alastor were captured by police and was sent to jail and Reader was a professional police also she is virgin because shes too focus on her job even when she was in colloge she never experienced it.

Sorry im bad at explaining but like they fucked in alastor cell in middle of the night because Reader was assign to watch Alastor since hes the biggest criminal in the town.

So llike i dont know how reader ended up in his cell ummm you can just make a reason for it since i dont know how she also inside his cell and getting fuck

So like Reader Hate love when alastor fuck out of her brain for the first time and Instead of Escaping from the jail Alastor just Find a Toy to play with.

This been on my mind pleaseeee im on my knees just for this😭😭

THIS IS MY BIRTHDAY GIFT TO YALL

WHOOP WHOOP THATS THE SOUND OF THE POLICE!!!!

It’s giving Mrs.Officer by lil Wayne hahahaha 

themes: 18+! NSFW, fem!reader, human!alastor (criminal of the LAW), so many laws and regulations broken, flirty banter? Jail cell sex, slight dub con, manipulation, subjugation, Loss of virginity, handcuffs, black mail, humiliation, gun play, mention of murders,  toxic relationship?

Five years ago

“Alastor DuPont, you are charged with the Bayou Murders! You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…” you snarled at the man, as you slapped your handcuffs on his wrists, hoisting him up from the ground and forcing him to the cop car.

A strained laughed escaped his throat as he glanced over his shoulder at you, white teeth showing “never would have thought you would turn on me doll hehe. How unpredictable…I like that in my women ya know?”The lanky man grinned as you slammed the door, his breath fogging up the window. His deep brown eyes were wild as he maintained a calm composure. You narrowed your eyes at him “remember that it was me who put your ass behind bars”

His eyelids dropped, his crazed smile almost splitting his face “oooh doll I’ll never forget you”

Present Day

The prison was in an uproar when the higher ups found out who they’ll be housing.

Alastor DuPont.

New Orleans Most Beloved Radio Host…was a serial killer.

And you were the unfortunate soul who was his guard.

You looked over the paperwork of your new charge, brows furrowing as you read the arrest and charges.

Disgusting scrum! You thought with a sigh, setting down the papers on your desk.

”Why is he being transferred to my floor? Ain’t that conflict of interest?” You asked the Warden, an older man in his sixties.

You were the officer who had worked the Bayou Murders case, the officer who caught Louisiana's notorious killer and arrested him. 

You were just a rookie back then, fresh out of college and putting your all into your work. You were always at the office working late and gathering evidence. Your coworkers often joked that you had no sense of fun, always refusing to go out with them for dinners or parties. You were obvious to romantic advances and often threatened to write a report for misconduct for your male officers actions.

You often heard some of the male officers describe you as ‘Stuck-up, picky, prude’ but you didn’t see an issue with that.

You took your job serious, there was never room for error in this line of work.

You were very by the book. 

You saw everything in black and white.

Control and Regulations was your game.

Which is why you were tasked guarding some of the worst criminals in the city.

That now included Alastor.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Just treat him how you do the other inmates. You’re my best officer here to handle something like him” The warden said. You were the best for this. You took a deep breath “Fine, but I want a raise” you grumbled, smiling.

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“Inmate 666 rise n shine! put your hands through the open slot” you commanded. You stood outside the steel padlock door, waiting for hands to appear to be cuffed.

Nothing.

You knocked on the door again, a warning.

You huffed, “Last chance inmate! Or I’m dragging you out!”

Silence.

You cursed under your breath and looked to your backup guard

”open the door” he looked worried but followed your orders.

The security door whirled opened and you stood in the open doorway, you hand hovered over your baton as you approached the figure laying in bed, worst case he killed himself; best case…you kick his ass out of bed. “DuPont!” You sneered, kicking the edge of his bed. The figure stirred, groaning at the bright light pouring in the small room, he stretched, joints popping and made a move to sit upon the bed.

He rubbed his eyes, reached for his glasses and finally looked at you. A smile appeared on his face “Well i must have died and went to heaven” he drawled standing up.

You took a step back out of instinct. You scoffed at him ”you wish now put your shirt on and hands behind your back.”

Alastor let out a chuckle as he reached for his shirt.

Your eyes roamed his exposed skin. Smooth, skin riddled with scars. For a lanky bastard he had quite the muscle definition.

He was handsome, the type of guy you would have happily let chat you up.

But you were the truth behind that smile.

”so what pleasure am i owed that I get to see your pretty face after so long?” He asked like he was talking about the weather. You didn’t answer him as you locked the handcuffs and nudged him towards the open door to start walking.

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“You will be provided three meals a day. One hour of outdoors activities and you’ll have recreational if you earn good behavior, but i highly doubt that. Am I clear?” You ask as he stared at you with a stupid smile. You frowned “get that smile off your face DuPont.” He only smiled harder “I can’t help it. I enjoy being in your presence my dear” 

You leaned across the table, eyes hard as you got in his face.

”listen to me you irritating prick! In here I rule. You listen to everything I say and pray I am in a good mood to deal with your shit. I can make what remains of your life hell on earth. Do I make myself clear?” You hissed.

Alastor leaned back, an amused look on his face, shrugging “Crystal”

”Good”

You walked him back to his cell after he ate and uncuffed him. Walking out you slammed the door shut and waited to hear the lock before moving to make your rounds.

”I do hope you have a good night my dear” you hear him say as you walk down the corridor, ignoring him.

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Alastor sighed as he sat on his bed. A low chuckle escaped his throat. Oh how he missed you. 

When he met you five years ago, he knew you were the one for him. There was something about you that gave him a thrill. 

He admits he didn’t count on you being a police officer; you had fooled him flawlessly. 

His cock twitched in his pants. Those pretty eyes that once held warmth were ever so chilling. 

How he couldn’t wait to break that cold demeanor of yours.

He just had to bid his time and after all he had all the time in the world with you.

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You were focused on some paperwork when two male officers popped their heads in your office.

”hey a couple of us are going for a night out you coming?” Max asked with a smile as Danny was behind him with puppy eyes.

You didn’t even look up from your work “ill pass but maybe next time guys” you hear the groan before leaving.

You shook your head lightly as you finished filling in your notes.

You looked at your watch, it was almost time to patrol.

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Alastor could hear the footsteps of the two male guards that occasionally visited his floor.

”she never wants to hang out. Fucking bitch thinks she better than us or something?” A voice whined.

”oh you know how she is. Work on the brain. She wouldn’t be so strict if she loosened up a bit hahaha i would love to fuck that.”

Alastor grimaced. Disgusting trash 

He might have been a certified lady killer, but he was still a gentleman. And lowly scrum like them didn’t even deserve to think of you that way.

You were his.

And he’ll make sure of that.

A dark smile crept on his face just at the thought.

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It was fairly quiet tonight. 

You found yourself standing outside Alastor’s cell.

”You gone say something cherie or stand guard all night. I promise I have no intention of escaping.” He purred.

You frowned “I have nothing to say to you”

You heard him laugh “really? You had a lot to say five years ago”

He was baiting you, you knew this, but your temper was hot

”You are despicable you know that? You think you so smart, but you know something Alastor? You got sloppy. Tell me. Why? Why did you kill all them girls?” You hissed, now facing the door.

You hadn’t even realized his hands were out in the slot until his large hands grasped yours.

You tensed and went to tug your hands out of his, but he firmly kept a grip.

”why? What kind of question is that? The answer is simple.” His thumbs rubbed your hands.

”No the answer was stupid. You commited those crimes, killed those innocent women for pure fun? They should have sent you to the Ward.” You said angrily.

Alastor smiled, through you couldn’t see it

”Maybe but I’m completely in my right mind I assure you. The reason for all the mess? Simple…they weren’t you” he bent down to press his lips to your knuckles.

You ripped your hands back, eyes wide “you’re sick”

He hummed, rolling his eyes.

”doesn’t change how I feel about you darlin”

He was surprise to hear the lock to his cell and the door open to reveal you.

And you were angry.

Your face was balled into a frown “It was never about me! You think I would believe that shit!” Your hand pulled your gun, aiming it at him “You’re nothin’ but a liar and a killer. Ain’t no love in that dark heart of yours. You are incapable of love.” Your lip quivered slightly, giving way to your emotions under the glare you held.

Alastor walked up to you, right up to your gun pressing against his chest, his hands were up, but he was still craning his head down at you “is that what you tell yourself about me dear?” 

That sharp smile on his face, his eyes wide “then kill me. Pull the trigger and serve justice.”

His eyes were analyzing you. You were panting, chest constricted in your uniform, cheeks flushed with anger but your plump lips wobbled.

One of his hands gently wrapped around the gun, lowering it as he pressed against your body. The other taking hold of your chin.

He lowered his head til his lips were but a whisper away, ghosting yours lightly “What i feel for you darlin, love ain’t got nothing on it”

Your brain seemed to catch up with the situation you were in and you tried to reestablish control, but Alastor had already sunk his claws in you.

Your eyes widened when his lips slammed on yours, your hand with the gun whipped to hit him across the head, but he caught it and used the momentum of your body to twirl you around and pin your arm against your back, making you drop the weapon as you wince in pain.

His lips were at your neck, nose brushing against your ear

”never drop ya guard dear, didn’t they teach you that?” He taunted.

You struggled against him as he pushed you down on the small bed, pressing you down with his weight. 

You thrashed about, body filling with panic as you couldn’t throw throw him off you.

Alastor grunted as you kicked at him, narrowing his eyes as he pressed his full weight against you.

”easy doll easy. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Well too much hehehe” his brushed his nose against yours, trailing his lips to kiss your cheeks and jaw.

With his hips fixed between your parted thighs, he pressed his hardening length against the softness of your covered mound.

Large hands cupped your breasts, and before long you heard a tear. Your eyes widened as the cold air met your chest and gasped asho Alastor quickly made work of your bra. He let out a hoarse groan as he kneaded the tender flesh, mouth wrapping around a perky nipple, causing you to gasp.

He nipped and tugged the soft nip before lavishing it with his tongue, like an apology for the harsh treatment. ”I knew you’ll have the prettiest pair of tits. So full and soft. I can’t wait to see them bruised up from my teeth”

You clenched your teeth as you tried to ignore the rather pleasant sensations running through you. With your gun somewhere, all you had was your physical strength. You might couldn’t overpower him, but you could use his weight against him.

Taking the distraction of Alastor focusing on sucking at your chest, you tightened your legs around his waist and used his relaxed posture to flip the two of you over. With your arms free, you pressed your arm into his neck, thighs holding his hips down as you tried to regain your composure.

You tried held your elbow into his throat, glaring at him as he just smiled up you.

Alastor lazily placed his hands on your hips as he raked his eyes over you.

You were disheveled, hair fizzy and face flushed. Your eyes were filled with uncertainty and another emotion. Your lips were swollen and your neck was slowly turning red. With your uniform ripped, your tits were fully exposed, nipples perked and littered with bites.

 You were beautiful 

“I am going to walk out of here and pretend this didn’t happen. You are going to stay right here until I close that door and lock it.” You said sternly, but Alastor wasn’t listening, he was grinding up into you slowly as he trailed a hand up your front, finger fondling with your ripped uniform. You went to slap his hands away when he cupped your breasts but the cold air that met your entire body made you freeze.

”That’s much better don’t you think?” He mused, fingers tapping your hips as he palmed your ass cheeks in full.

You quickly sat up, ready to get off him, when Alastor followed you up, arms locking you against him. He whispered in your ear, voice low and deep “oh you’re so precious. I can’t wait to fuck that tight pussy of yours baby” he kissed your shoulder as he pulled your panties to dip two fingers inside you.

You pushed at his chest, trying to shift your hips away but the motion made you fall back and you grunted as you fell to the floor.

Alastor sucked his fingers, moaning at the taste of you. He sat looking at you, grinning as he moved towards you. You scrambled back, wanting to put distance between the two of you, but Alastor long legs carried him to you and he wrapped a hand around ankle and dragged you back towards him, taking top mount to prevent your from flaring about like a fish.

Tears welled in your eyes as he quickly made work of his pants, freeing his weeping cock. You pressed your hands against his chest, which he took in one hand and held them over your head. He hummed a tune as he pressed his lips to your cheeks, peppering your face in kisses before locking his lips onto yours. You tried to jerk your head away but that didn’t deter him, as he bit down on your lips, crying out, your mouth was invaded by his tongue.

You barely had time to counter, when your breath hitched in your throat, feeling an unknown pressure between your thighs.

A staggered gasp turned into a pained cry as narrow hips thrusted up into you, sheathing his cock to the brim.

Alastor laughed into your mouth, licking at your teeth “Oooh? So I’m your first hehe I’m honored.” He slotted his mouth against yours as he snapped his hips against yours, wanting you to quickly grow accustomed to his brute pace.

The sound of sticky slaps and muffled moans radiated through the cell. Your legs rested on either sides of Alastor’s hips, shaking as he rocked into your body.

“What would the other guards think if they found out you let a dangerous killer fuck you? Hmm? This breaks so many laws baby. Hehe fuck you feel good. You take me so good ha! I knew you could.” A soft whimper bubbled out your throat. Your mind was fighting, but your body was welcoming the unwanted assault. 

Your tongue lolled out your mouth as Alastor’s cock dragged along your insides, making your back arched as he hit a nerve that had you moaning.

Your soft moans spurred the man on as he angled his hips, pounding you into the cold floor.

Oh how long he had imagined fucking you. You were like nothing he could have imagined. Your tight cunt clinged to his dick as he bullied it through your walls.

He caught sight of your discarded gun and grabbed it, resting the cool metal against your skin. Your eyes widened, body freezing despite the jolts from his hips.

His brows quirked when your cunt clenched “Scared or horny baby?” He chuckled darkly, leaning back onto his knees, pulling you with him. 

He let out a soft moan as you sunk down on him, uttering dirty praise and encouragement. “You gonna ride me baby? Hmm? You gonna let a killer stretch this pussy out? Ill make you feel so good baby” he rocked up into you, softly thrusting.

You rested your head into the crook of his neck, shaking as Alatsor’s hands rubbed your back. The gun slowly trailing up your skin. One hand tangled in the roots of your hair, pulling your head back, as you felt the tip of the gun at your chin.

Alastor cooed as he pulled you down into his thrusts, making your jaw clench “k-kill me bastard” you hissed,  eyes clenched feeling his cock bury into you with a wet squish.

Alastor’s body vibrated as he let out a laugh “Kill you? Oh darlin no. then there wont be a pretty face to look forward to see everyday. I have no desire to paint the walls red with your blood haha no I want to paint your walls white” 

You leaned into his body, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. Your fingers dug into his skin and out of anger for the onslaughter of pleasure you sunk your teeth into his neck.

Alastor’s cock twitched as his hips snapped into yours as a response. 

Fuck! He eyes rolled slightly into his skull “careful baby. I hate to put a baby in you so soon” he chuckled.

Then the light bulb went off in his head

On second thought… 

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You shouldn’t be doing this as much. 

This was so wrong! On so many levels. 

Many many violations. 

Hell you could lose your job!

You almost hoped that another guard would come by and see what was happening so you could get out of here…but that wasn’t going to happen.

This is your floor and yours alone.

”OooH fuuuuccck, p-please! don’t… stop” you whined, throwing your head back, body leaned back with your arms trying to support your body as Alastor rammed up into your pussy. You hadn’t given much thought to sex, but he must be what girls in college use to call ‘packing’. His dick felt like it was splitting you in two, hitting that spongey nerve just right.

The man let out a gruff laugh beneath you, one hand on your hip to bounce you on his cock and the other holding that stupid gun against your clit. The cool metal sending shocks through your cunt. ”Oh you’ve made such a mess darlin” he tsked, eyes focused on his cock disappearing into you. A frothy cream coated the base of his cock, making both of your inner thighs sticky.

“But you’re so pretty when you’re messy.” He smirked, tilting his head

”I-I hate you!” You cried as he pinched your clit, slowly drawing tight circles on the bud. He hummed, kissing up the column of your neck “But your cunt says otherwise” he purred as he started pulling you down harder into his thrusts. Your eyes rolled as loud moans and whines left your throat. You might didn’t realize, but you had been fucking him back since the very beginning.

All that pent up frustration and tightly bound moral code snapping the second his cock breached your virgin walls.

Your cunt fluttered around him as he sucked a tit into his mouth. He released the sore nipple with a pop,tonguing it as he watched your face distort with pleasure as he had you met his thrusts.

“You’re everything I imagined and so much more” he whispered. He couldn’t help but admire you like this.

You opened your mouth to say something snarky, but he caught your lips as he sped up his pace, swallowing your gasps as he hit the sweet spot that had you mewling.

He felt your cunt clench and contract, allowing him deeper access to nirvana.

“Don’t you wanna cum baby? Because i know i do fuuck! Be a good little slut for me baby” Alastor hissed, feeling his dick twitch.

Your orgasm must have been approaching because you started to push against him, hips trying to raise and get off his dick.

Oh you weren’t going anywhere.

A gasp escaped you, your eyes wide as he tightened his hold on your hips “N-no no no no Alastor stop! Dont!” You pressed your hands against his chest to try and lift off him, but to no avail.

He laughed in your ear wickedly ”you are going to cum on my cock whether you like it or not baby ”

He wrapped his arms around you, forcing you to take the full force of his thrusts, wanting to break you from his cock.

You whimpered, eyes clenching as you buried your head in his shoulder. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, making you tense and hips grind into his to instinctively ride out the pleasure 

“I’m cumming ooh fuck fuck fuck! Alastor!” You whined loudly, body slumping as you shook against him.

Alastor kissed your shoulder as your cunt fluttered, hips stuttering and with a groan he cummed inside you, pressing you down to take all his dick as he painted your walls.

His dick twitched before he pulled out of you, smiling as his cum slowly leaked out of you as you slipped off his lap, glaring at him as he smiled at you.

Your eyes widened as he pulled a small tape recorder from his pocket.

”I think your boss would be very surprised to hear you fucking a criminal heheh”

tears welled in your eyes as you reached for the device, but he held it out of reach, opting to grab your hair and pull you flush against his cum covered cock.

”but don’t worry my dear, no one will know your little secret…as long as you play nice” his teeth split through his smile as he tapped the tip of of his dick against your lips.

”After all I wouldn’t want to lose my assistant again after breaking her in finally don’t you agree?” He hummed as he pushed his dick into your mouth, sighing as you gagged around him.

“That’s my good girl”

He never forgot about you. 

How could he?

You were his favorite doll after all….

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[eetherealgoddess]

hellooo, welcome backkk!!! I FUCKING MISSED YOU LIKE SOOO MUCHHHHH. Girl, I thought you left tumblr because honestly the majority of the best writers I also know left:( You're my fav writer so I was really sad AND GIRL WHEN I SAW!! WHEN I SAW THAT YOU WERE ACTIVE 3 HOURS AGO??? MAN I CREAMED. I CAME. I ORGASMED-

I also have a request!! Do you write incest? It includes it, but ofc if you're uncomfortable with it you can ignore mee~ it can be stepcest or ykkk anything you're comfortable with!! the story goes with mikey's cute little sister that's rebellious (both him and the reader ain't in good terms ever since the whole bonten happened)emo mikey finally snapped and decided to punish her when she did something VEEERRYYY unforgivable. He and his men (bonten) brutally like bruuutallly punished her. it can be smut or anything you want. whatever it is I'LL EAT IT UP MHMMMM SCRUM DILLY YUM YUM MY PUR PUR POOKIE WOOKIEEEEEEE

I appreciate the love and support!! ts had me dying LMAO

i do not write biologically related incest nor half siblings but i’m fine with writing stepcest (depending on the plot) and like a foster or adoption situation (all 18+)

i kinda sort of followed the timeline so there might be scenes that are not accurate to the manga/anime, tho i did it that way to fit it in better with the plot so the scenes aren’t as long <3

ALSOOOO!!! i could’ve made this waayyy more brutal but when i was imagining different scenarios i literally made myself sick 💀💀💀

ꨄRebelꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten Au

❦Was it worth it?❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

(Mostly Mikey, Kazu, and Sanzu x Reader but read to catch the vibes :)

❣︎All of Bonten are included in this story except Mochi❣︎

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR & AO3 UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Rebel

You were never one to follow rules blindly. You always questioned what you were told no matter who fed the information. How could you not when you spend most of your childhood shipped from family to family like a worn out package that's been sent to the wrong destination repeatedly? It wasn’t until you aged eight years that you were finally adopted by a man who asked you to call him ‘Grandpa Sano.’

You were unprepared for the generosity you received from the Sanos, having been in situations where your foster family wanted nothing to do with you. Your negative experiences caused you to form a barrier, an outer shell that shields you from the vulnerability your brain wanted to protect you from. You were cautious, unknown as to why you were chosen. When you first arrived, you were greeted by the oldest sibling, Shinichiro. He was kind, sort of silly as he displayed his quirkiness whenever you would spend quality time together after you had grown to see him as a proper big brother.

Emma beamed when she saw you, excited that another girl would finally be around to become her companion in a house full of boys. When you were comfortable, you gained a sense of sisterhood you never thought you’d have the privilege to experience. The last Sano you had met was none other than Sano Manjiro, otherwise known as Mikey. The first contact was interesting as you both gave blank expressions to one another. After growing alongside the boy, you could tell the kid had a sense of cockiness, though rightfully so as you learn about his incredible strength.

Watching Mikey and Baji fight when they would practice their skills made you want to become as strong as them. You would observe their moves every chance you got, failing in your attempts until you would eventually succeed, resulting in you declaring a battle against Mikey. The boy gazed at your stern appearance before releasing a light hearted laugh. You didn’t dislike him, in fact you both grew closer as time went on. If anything, you were inspired by him, even if you came off as a bratty little sister who wanted to follow him around with all his friends.

Even at a young age you could tell that he would grow to be a good person. You felt safe in his presence, knowing that he counted you as family. Knowing that he grew to love you as well as you to the Sano family. You knew that Mikey would never hurt anyone, his soul radiating a warmth you have never seen before. That is, until the day came where all you heard was Baji’s begging for Mikey to stop as you watch in horror, the blood seeping from the corners of another one of his childhood friends, Haruchiyo’s mouth.

Your hands trembled as you eye the onyx orbs that bore into the boy on his knees, a cold expression laced with nothing but a shadow of darkness. Your own eyebrows were furrowed as tears streamed down your face while you switched gazes between the two boys.

“M-Mikey…” You whispered, listening to Senju as she cried in the background. He either didn’t hear you or ignored you. Whichever was the case didn’t matter as you heard him finally speak.

“Smile, Haruchiyo.”

His voice was deep, almost as if it wasn’t his own. You covered your own mouth as Haru began laughing hysterically as his tears mixed with the blood. You knew at that moment that something had switched. You didn’t know what exactly the change was, but you knew that absolutely nothing would feel the same.

Time passed as you all hit your pre - teen years and Mikey had formed his own gang, Toman. It was early in the making though you thought it was the coolest thing. You had let go of the negative image your mind had formed when the incident with Haruchiyo happened after Mikey had given a heartfelt apology to everyone, including the boy in the hospital bed. When you visited Haruchiyo, the young boy had confirmed his forgiveness and encouraged you to give Mikey some leeway. He was once again your inspiration as you reasoned with yourself that he just had a ‘moment.’

Everything was going normally for a while, Shinichiro teaching you how to ride a motorbike as well as Mikey allowing you to hang out with him and his friends occasionally. Kazutora and Baji pulled you along to search for a gift considering Mikey’s birthday is coming up. Having had a small crush on Kazutora for a while, you followed them, sitting behind the tiger tattooed boy with your arms wrapped around his waist.

It wasn’t until the mischievous delinquent explained his plan, in which you and Baji reacted with hesitation. He waved off your worries and claimed that the best way to obtain Mikey’s gift would be to steal from the store that holds his most ideal bike. When you arrived, you couldn’t shake the familiarity. It’s as if you have seen this place before but you don’t remember stepping foot into a bike shop ever in your life. As you stand to the side while Baji tries to move the bike, a presence causes you both to look up.

“Who’s shop do you think you’re breaking into…?”

“Y/n?” Your eyes widen at Shinichiro as the realization hits you.

Although you’ve lived with the Sanos for a few years now, you’ve never once stepped foot into Shinichiro’s bike shop. You’ve only come across pictures which is why there is familiarity. It completely slipped your mind that Shinichiro owns a place that just so happened to be this one.

“Shini… I…” He turned his head to meet his orbs with Baji’s.

“You look familiar, are you Keisuke?” Baji stutters as he attempts to respond. Just as he said his name, you both gasp as you watch Kazutora come from behind with a large tool, raising his arms before slamming them down. A resounding crack echoed througout the room as the weapon made contact with Shinichiro’s head.

Your breath hitched as you watched his body fall to the ground, landing with a thud. The same trembling you felt from your hands when you watched Mikey tear Haruchiyo’s face appeared as you stared down at Shinichiro’s lifeless body, the blood seeping under his head as it stained the floor. Baji drops to his knees as he hovers above the corpse, explaining to Kazutora who the victim was. The golden eyed boy could only respond by hyperventilating.

“What do we do? What do we do?” Baji croaks out, hand meeting his forehead as Kazutora’s fingers reach his own mouth, biting them as he stares in place with wide eyes.

“I didn’t do it… I didn’t kill him.” His voice trembled. You watch in fear as you eye the hysterical boys, falling to your own knees before sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around your knees as you whimper before the tears stream freely. Your bottom lip quivers as you gaze at your oldest brother’s form. You couldn’t help but take part of the blame considering you are a witness that could’ve done something to stop this madness before it occurred.

You listen to Kazutora’s ramblings as Baji attempts to call an ambulance. It was horrific to see them so distressed, a feeling of impending doom coming on as you realize there’s no coming back from this. Your mind ran through different scenarios on what would happen once the Sano family found out about everything.

“Let’s get outta here!” Baji says to you both though you couldn’t move, watching as Kazutora seems to lose his mind by the second.

“It’s all… Mikey’s fault.” Your eyes widen as you gaze at him with concern. “I need to kill Mikey.” He claimed with a distorted smile, tears threatening to fall. You could only stare in disbelief as the cops were heard outside the building.

When you all walked out, everyone except you binded, a head of blonde hair appeared in front of you with a surprised expression.

You watched as Mikey questioned Baji, in which he cried out an apology as Kazutora chants “Kill… kill…”

You were there for it all. You were there when Kazutora spent two years in juvenile, only to come back with a vengeance. You were there when Kisaki became involved as well as this random Takemichi kid who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. You were there for Valhalla's battle, witnessing Baji’s death as you held his head on your lap before Kazutora was arrested once more. You were there for the Christmas battle. You were there for the Tenjiku battle and you were there when Mikey disbanded Toman before he disappeared, followed by a few other people you had met.

There was even a time in your early adulthood when you went to visit Kazutora in jail only to find out he had been released a few years earlier than the ten years he was sentenced, seeming to have disappeared along with Sanzu and Mikey. For a while you blame yourself for not keeping in touch when everyone was initially ghosted by your brother. You wanted to give him the space you knew he needed considering he hadn’t been the same since you had first met.

Finally exhausted with your passive ways you decided to seek him out, figuring that you might be able to track the other members that disappeared as well. Although you kept in touch with Emma, Draken, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, and etc., you couldn’t ignore the yearning you felt to find your brother and friends. You missed them dearly. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to have known anything until you repeatedly bothered the dragon tattooed man to tell you the truth about Mikey’s whereabouts.

“Now that I’ve told you, forget about Mikey. Forget about the rest of em. It’s too dangerous, Y/n.”

Knowing that Draken is right, you listen. For a while you stopped your search and continued to live your life, working a 9 to 5 and coming home to your decent sized apartment. It wasn’t until you received a letter signed by the person you had been searching for. Once you reach the day that he wrote in the letter, you rush to meet him at the destination, speeding down the streets on your motorcycle.

Reaching the place, you eye the closed nightclub in awe. You wondered why he decided to meet you at this particular setting. You felt a rush of anxiety as you near the door, opening it before walking into the empty space. You walk through the dark room using the flash on your phone as you walk to the staircase, following Mikey’s instructions.

When you reach upstairs, you walk into the door he ordered. Your footsteps echo through the dark room, the sun outside illuminating through the open windows as a breeze flies across the room. Your eyes meet a head of platinum hair, indicating the back of someone’s head. The male who wears a black long sleeve shirt and pants sits with his back bent forward, arms on his lap as his head hangs low. The symbol on his neck stood out to you, reminding you of Izana’s earrings. Your eyes widen when realization finally clicks.

“Mikey?” You say, gaining momentum as you rush over to your brother. Before you could make it, a grip on your arm causes you to halt, as well as a firm pressure against the back of your head. You stare ahead as your breath hitches.

“Move at my pace.” The voice behind you demands. Having no other choice but to listen or risk an early death, you ignore your accelerated heart beat and follow alongside the body that shifted slightly to the side of you. Your eyes switch from the short man ahead to the person beside you, immediately catching the scar on the corner of the person’s mouth.

Sharp blue eyes suddenly meet yours during the observation, pink bangs swaying as his head faces you. His lips curve into a toothy smirk, eyebrows furrowing as he gives you a mischievous expression.

“T’s been a while, Y/n.” You turn away from him as you both walk closer to Mikey.

“I guess long enough to where you feel the need to have a gun against my head. As if we never knew each other.” You respond, irritation adding to your fear as you’re led to the chair in front of Mikey.

He only ignored you as his grin grew wider, guiding you to sit facing away from your brother. When your bottom meets the seat, Sanzu stood next to you with the barrel of the gun placed to your temple.

“Leave us, Sanzu.”

“Got it.” He responds before dropping his arm and walking towards the exit. “I’ll be downstairs.”

After giving you one more side glance, the pink haired man closed the door behind him as he walked out of the room.

“I heard you wanted to find me.” He says softly. Your fingers fidget in your lap as your knees are pressed together, feet spread apart. You chew on your bottom lip as you sit with a tense body, realizing the gravity of your situation and how dangerous it was to meet him with no sort of back up.

“This isn’t you. This isn’t how it was supposed to be…” You begin, shaking your head as you continue, “…I get it, Mikey. Everything that happened hurt like hell. Just because you went through something doesn’t mean you become the leader to a fucking criminal organization and kill lots of innocent people.”

When he didn’t respond, all you heard was your own breathing as you fought the tears that threatened to escape.

“You act like you’re the only one that went through anything. As if I wasn’t there experiencing as much pain as you! I didn’t run off and disappear and cause more harm to the streets, because there just wasn’t enough blood splattered!”

You had the understanding that you could be digging your own grave. The sorrow and anger hitting you all at once had your words slipping out fast. You missed him, who he was before. How could he have abandoned you like that?

“Y-you could’ve come to me. We could’ve been there and experienced it all together, Mikey. I-I know you’re just in pain, but I’m here. I’ve always been there.” You say the last sentence softly as your vision blurred from the moisture.

You listened as you heard rustling behind you, followed by footsteps leading towards your sitting figure. Your sobs went silent as a figure shadowed over you. The cold impact of the gun against your head causes goosebumps to run across your arms, a chill running up your back as you make eye contact with the man holding a weapon against your forehead.

Anyone could lose themselves in the void of his orbs. They bore into you coldly as he gazed down at you with a blank yet intense expression. Your bottom lip quivered as your eyebrows furrow angrily. His arm follows as you stand from your seat slowly.

“Is this all you know how to do now?” You almost growl, exhausted by the behavior your brother displays when you know he clearly has a hard time communicating his emotions. “Shoot whoever questions you. Murder instead of speaking on how you feel. When are you gonna grow up, Mikey?”

“Shut up.” He hissed. “You know nothing.” You only stare back in response, glaring at him as the gun cocks.

“Leave.” He states before lowering his arm. You watch the male as he makes his way to the exit. Before he walks out of the opened door, he turns his head to the side slightly, gaze still ahead.

“If we ever see each other again… I’ll kill you.” You chew the skin on the inside of your cheek as a nervous habit when he walks out, leaving you to allow the words to sink in.

In that moment, you determined that you would find a way to bring back the real Mikey. You couldn’t accept this. You would never accept this reality. You would do whatever it takes, even if that means going against your better judgment and acting on emotion, something you had a habit of doing. You don’t care what Mikey says nor have you ever listened when he told you not to do something. You don’t care that you’re risking your life by getting involved. You snatch the phone from your pocket before dialing a number.

“Naoto, I need your help.”

You didn’t know what to expect but it surely wasn’t almost succeeding in the take down of Bonten. Unfortunately, both you and Naoto missed a key detail to your plans which resulted in Bonten being free of the attention from the police. It didn’t help that some of the government officials involved were traitors to the force, having helped the criminal organization in secret.

Thick smoke polluted the building as a radiating heat caused you to sweat. You cough as your arm covers your mouth and nose, eyes squint as you see through the burning room. The alarms screeched as a warning to anyone near that a fire had been started. You heard the impact of whatever caused the flames, knowing a bomb had been planted somewhere inside which caused an explosion. You’re surprised that you’re still alive, along with some of the others who crawl and struggle towards the nearest exit, maneuvering through the limp bodies lying on the ground.

You search for your partner as you walk past broken furniture and office equipment, passing the body parts separated from the corpses who suffered the worst from the eruption. Unfortunately, you were hurt considering your limp, and the ringing in your ears definitely didn’t help. Your hearing has been out since you woke up. You search the police department, watching out for anyone familiar as you yell out, “Naoto!”

You continue through the damage, dodging any object that falls as you walk around the flames. An abrupt pressure on your back caused you to fall to the ground with a grunt, your hearing coming back just as you made impact with the floor. The platform of the bottom of someone’s shoe pushes you back to the ground when you try to pick yourself up.

The man behind you grabs a carton from out of his pocket, lifting the top before pulling a cigarette out. He set the box back in his suit’s jacket pocket before using a nearby flame to light it as he stretched his arm out. He brought the butt of the stick to his lips and sucked in as the remaining flame went out on the end of the cigarette. The man rubs the sweat off of his forehead using the sleeve of his suit, a strand of blonde hair swaying over his face as he drops the arm. He blew the smoke out as he gazed at your figure.

“I warned him about letting you go.” You could recognize that voice anywhere.

“Kazutora?” He takes another hit of his cigarette, holding his breath as he ashed it before blowing the smoke out of his mouth once more. A smirk grew on his face.

“You know, Y/n… I never took you for a snitch.”

“I never took you as a coward, but here we are. You kill people to feel a sense of control yet you’re always following someone else’s orders, seeking approval by anyone who’ll give it to you.” You state, irritated by the heat and the foot on your back.

The grin on his lips fell as he took another hit before leaning over and pressing the burning end of the cigarette against your neck. You gasp before releasing a shriek of pain, tears burning at the corners of your eyes. He holds it there for a moment as he stares down at you with a blank expression. He lifts himself back to a normal position once he removes the cigarette from your skin. A fresh bruise formed in the abused spot.

“Why did you guys become such fucking assholes?” You cry out.

“Come on, don’t start crying on me now Doll…” He chuckled, “…gotta save that for later when Mikey gets his hands on you.”

Before you could fight him off, his fingers squeezed firm against your pressure point. Your vision blurs before your head drops as you sink into darkness.

Your eyes flutter open as a spotlight shines on you. Attempting to lick your lips, you find yourself with a gag secured around your mouth. The red ball stretches your lips uncomfortably as they yearn to be moisturized. Your arms are cuffed above your head as your body is spread out completely nude on the bed. Your shrieks are muffled as the light dims, your knees pressed together as you attempt to cover yourself when you look down and eye the seven figures sitting out on a slightly lower platform, as if you’re on a small stage.

Marijuana and alcohol fills the air, along with the smell of tobacco as you watch the smoke fumes form above a few of the men. Your eyebrows furrow as your toes curl, embarrassment causing a warm face as you shut your eyes tightly, wishing to escape this moment as you’re sprawled out for a bunch of dangerous men. You hear footsteps in the quiet room, someone walking towards the bed.

Mikey appears in your vision as he looks down at you from the side. Your eyes water as you glare at him, disbelief from the fact that your own brother set you up like this. The boy you grew up with who inspired you to go past your own limits. The boy who wanted to make a new era for delinquents. No, you couldn’t believe this.

His fingers slowly traced over your stomach as they moved towards your chest, grazing around the outlining of your breasts. You couldn’t help the whimper of desperation spilling out through the gag, your body beginning to tremble as you realized the gravity of this vulnerable situation. You wanted this to stop. You wanted it all to stop before there’s no return.

“I left you alone…” His fingers dragged themselves across the middle of your breasts, slow and delicate with his touch. “…I warned you, Y/n.”

He slightly leans over as his hand moves to your lower stomach, rubbing the lining nearest to your pubis. Your breath hitched as you gaze at him with wide teary eyes.

“You’ve never been one to listen, have you?” The small smile that formed as he said the statement vanished as quickly as it came. Your stomach sucked in as he used his fingers to lightly glide back up to your chest before circling his hand around your neck, his index finger tapping your face twice. He leaned forward until he hovered right over your face.

“You’ll learn.” You release a shriek as your eyes shut tight, his fingers digging into the burnt skin against your neck, adding a painful pressure to the wound as the tears streamed down your face. When you open your eyes to a squint, his gaze is relaxed. His eyes made him look dead. He released you before walking to the end of the stage and turning to face the crowd, his hands behind his back.

“From now on you belong to me.” He turns his upper body to face you. “You’ll only get to eat, sleep, and breathe because of me. You will do as I say.” A taller figure began to walk on the stage, a familiar pair of purple eyes gazing down at your figure with his signature sly smile. The tall short haired man held a baton that rests on his shoulder as he stops next to the bed, closer to your lower body.

“You deemed yourself a traitor so you will be held accountable. Sister or not.”

You fidget with discomfort as you eye the weapon Ran holds with a concerned expression. He only gives you a mischievous smile in return as he drops his arm, awaiting instructions from his boss.

“If you disobey me…” His eyes switch to Ran before the taller man brings his other hand to the object, fingers adjusting as he lifts his arms. Your eyes widen once more as you hysterically pull against your restraints, legs moving as you attempt to move your body to the side to no avail.

You release a blood curdling scream as your eyes shut tight, the impact causing a loud smack to echo in the room as the end of the baton makes contact with the skin on your thigh. The pain is broad, big. So intense that your whole leg numbs out as your body attempts to protect you. Blood immediately makes its way through your skin as an ugly bruise begins formation. You sob in agony as your head falls back on the bed. You shake your head as you bite the gag.

A cold chill is brought to your body as heat overcomes you, sweat dripping down your forehead as Mikey walks closer to you, staring down at you with the same blank expression. Sanzu watches the display with gleaming eyes, a wide smile on his face as he licks his bottom lip, biting it after as he’s mesmerized by the show in front of him. It was a gorgeous sight, you sprawled out on the bed naked in front of them under Mikey’s control. Your face is so wet with tears and an expression of fear and distress. So vulnerable and fragile. Your skin breaking with ease as the blood dripping down made him want to lick it up. He couldn’t wait to get a hold of you. After all, he’s waited for so long under Mikey’s command. His failed attempt at protecting you. Someone so resilient and yet so weak.

Kazutora is leaned back in his seat with a leg crossed over, his hair pulled back in a messy ponytail as he eyes you with no emotion. He ignored the erection forming in his pants as you’re forced into submission, bound by the cuffs as your beautiful voice blesses the room with your cries. A red hue forms on his face as he watches Ran hit you again in a different spot on the same thigh. His cock twitched when he heard your loud scream, the gag doing you no justice. He crossed his arms as he shifted in his seat to a more comfortable position.

Takeomi sat with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth as he glared at the scene. He never really knew you so he couldn’t care less of your position. He just finds it hilarious to watch the rest of the men simp over Mikey’s infamous cute, bratty little sister. He’s surprised you hadn’t been killed on the spot for becoming a traitor. The leeway his boss is giving you is impeccable. Otherwise you’d be torn apart limb from limb, slaughtered and violated from the inside out. Long gone. This is nothing. He’ll admit that seeing your bitchy ass getting it in is a very sweet sight to see.

Kokonoi sighed as he turned away from the scene. Having remembered you from their delinquent days made this situation all the more sickening. He still couldn’t deny the view of you laid out the way you are having an effect on the cock sitting in his pants. It was uncomfortable, especially since he deems himself as sick as someone like Sanzu or the Haitani brothers for getting turned on by this in the first place.

Kakucho’s eyes followed Ran’s fingers, swiping some of the blood off of your leg before bringing it to his lips. You lay there, sobbing as Mikey caressed both sides of your face. He knew something like this would occur as soon as he began gaining information from the dirty cops about you involving yourself. Although he felt bad for you, he knew that you had it coming. You were warned and now you must deal with the consequences. He palmed himself before squeezing slightly to ease himself as he shifts in his seat, rock hard as he chews on his lip.

“Should I hit the other thigh, boss?” Ran’s smooth voice filled the room as he gently rubbed his thumb along the untouched thigh. You shook your head as you pleaded through the ball gag. You were so focused on switching your gaze between Mikey and Ran that you completely missed the third presence making his way to the foot of the bed.

Drool accidentally fell out of your mouth as you continued to cry and beg for Mikey to let you go and to not hurt you again. It was humiliating but you were in too much pain to care. You had to get out of there. You regret not listening. You regret not leaving him alone. You just want to escape. You just want to go home and hug yourself while you cry. You wanted to see your friends again, your sister Emma. You missed Shinichiro, Baji, your grandpa, Draken, Mitsuya, and everyone else. You missed them all and you wanted a big hug from them.

You wanted to feel safe, to feel loved again. You didn’t like this cold darkness that’s dragging you to a hell you never thought you’d experience. You wish you hadn’t been so stubborn. You just missed your brother, your friends who disappeared. Thumbs drape under your eyes as the tears are wiped away only for more to stream down your cheeks. You feel the ball gag unhook around your mouth as your chapped lips connect, licking them desperately as you continue to sob and pant.

“P-please let me go! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Mikey I-I’ll listen! I’ll leave you alone just please…!” You rambled your apologies as he continued to gaze at you with the onyx orbs that felt as though they were forcing you to drown in his own darkness. Dragging you under with him into the void everyone so desperately tries to fill or escape from.

“I-I just wanted my big brother! I-I needed you to be who you were! I was wrong…” You sob, “…so fucking wrong. You’re too far gone!” Your hands turned to fists as your breath hitched as he climbed on top of you.

“You’re right. I am no longer your Mikey.”

Your hands tremble as you watch him reach into his pants to pull out his throbbing cock.

“No… no, no, no! Y-you can’t!” You plead as you realize what’s about to happen.

The younger Haitani grabs your ankle as he picks your leg up, along with the older brother who holds up your bruised leg. Mikey adjusts himself in between your legs as he spreads his own knees against the mattress.

“M-Mikey this is so fucked up! P-please! You fucking asshole!” You could only feel rage and despair as you watched him spit in his hand and rub his cock, moisturizing it nowhere near enough for it to easily slip through you.

“Oh shit.” Sanzu breathes out in excitement as the rest of the executives mentally sit on the edge of their seats. They watched the display, some with arousal and excitement while others with slight guilt and arousal. The air was thick in the room as Rin’s grip tightened on your ankle while moving his other hand to the bottom of your foot.

“You’ll learn.” Mikey whispers near your ear before he finally pushes in slowly. Your head falls back with your mouth wide open, nails digging in your own palms as the girth stretches you painfully. Your eyebrows furrow as you clench your teeth. He released a breathy moan as his mouth hangs open, head falling to your shoulder as your pussy squeezed him tightly. You both grunt when he finally bottoms out, base and testicles pressed firmly against you as he shifts his arms under you to hold the back of your neck with both hands.

He eyed the girl with a blank expression as she stood with her hand wrapped in Grandpa Sano’s. Even at his young age he could tell that she had been through quite a lot by the look in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Y/n.” He says as he pats your eight year old head. You sat with tears streaming down your face with your arms crossed as you pouted angrily at the fact that you lost against your fight with Baji who would help you practice your skills along with Mikey.

“You’ll learn.” He said with a smile as he gazed down at you.

You gasp as you feel his thick length pulling out of you, rubbing against the lining of your walls before he bucks his hips against you with a firmer thrust causing you to grunt in pain.

“You belong to me.” The teen growled.

“Kazutora is my friend! I’m gonna visit him whether you like it or not.” You glare at your brother before stomping away from the shrine.

Truth be told he didn’t like the way you made him feel. So out of control. So out of the loop. He knows that he’s your inspiration. He loves how worthy you deem him to be. He loves that you follow him around all the time like you're his little companion. His little sister. His.

If only you knew how hard it was to allow you on your own. To allow you to make your own decisions. To have abandoned you when he knew you were still vulnerable from everything you both went through. You don’t know how hard it is being the big brother of someone who’s just so fucking stubborn. He was afraid that he would lose you in the midst of his corruption, the dark impulse taking over day by day, so he left you.

“Fuck.” He breathes out as his pace accelerates, hips pulled back before thrusting against you as his grip tightens. His cock slides in and out of your pussy as the juice slickens the erection, making it easier to access as he presses deeper and deeper. The bed rocks as the thrusts become faster and firmer, the smacking echoing throughout the room as it becomes harder to hold back your grunts and moans.

You whimpered as you felt a pressure form against the ankle held by Rin. You make eye contact with him as his lips curl into a mischievous smile. You felt goosebumps form as the butterflies in your stomach fluttered, an impending sense of doom coming over you just as Mikey’s cock aimed for your erogenous zone, pounding your g-spot once you reacted with a shriek.

Mikey walks to the car sitting outside the club he had you meet him at after your conversation was finished. Five of his executives stood outside as he turned his attention to Kakucho.

“Watch her every move.”

He had a feeling you’d try something though he didn’t expect for you to involve the cops. Especially the detective that’s always on his ass.

“You. *Thrust* Belong. *Thrust* To me.” Mikey uses a hand to squeeze your chin, forcing your eyes to meet as you pant and sob.

All of the executives watch with dazed expressions as Mikey bitched you out. Some biting their own lips while others palmed their covered erections. Mikey eyed your face as it morphed while the pit in your stomach builds, indicating the nearing of your orgasm. He used one hand to balance himself against the headboard as he grabbed the leg Ran was holding to gain better access. He thrusts against you as his cock rubbed the inner lining of your vaginal walls, slick oozing out of your hole, a mixture of his semen and your juices forming.

The pain in your leg throbs as he pushes your leg up, causing you to whimper. You tried to hold in your moans, the feeling of the head of his cock hitting your cervix was overwhelming. Instead, grunts replaced the moans with each firm thrust against your ass. The hand on your leg tightens as you watch his eyes narrow down at you with his lips apart.

“This pussy is mine. Your cum is mine. Everything about you…” a thrust with a loud smack against your ass caused a moan to slip through his throat. “…is mine.”

Your head is pressed against the mattress as you feel the pit in your stomach release, the chemical reaction causing your mouth to open as a silent scream leaves your throat, eyes rolled back as he continues to beat into your pussy.

“Ah…” Mikey breathes, “…that’s fucking right, cum on this cock.” He said before using his fingers to press onto your wound made by the baton. You scream out in agony. The chains jingle as you pull against the restraints.

“You’ll learn. You’re gonna learn to listen to me.” He breathes out before switching his eyes to Rin.

“M-Mikey pl-!” You whimper, pleading for him to stop as you’re overstimulated, though his cock keeps its pace, assaulting your pussy as it slides through harder. Blood runs down your wrists, coming from the split skin caused by your nails. You accidentally glance at Ran who stares down at you hungrily. You could see the lust in his intense gaze, causing you to turn away.

“I don’t care how close you were or even the little crush you have on her. You will ask before touching her, got it?”

“Yes, boss.” Both Kazutora and Sanzu respond with stern expressions.

“N-No! What are you…?!” A loud crack fills the air amongst the sound of the rocking bed as your eyes shut tight, a monstrous scream escaped your lips as the pressure on your ankle created a numbing yet sharp pain that swam up your leg to your knee. You shakily look down to see your limp leg in Rin’s hand, ankle bent out of place as your foot hangs there. A swelling started to form as the skin tingled. It was surely broken.

“GET OFF OF ME! GET OFF OF ME RIGHT NOW!” You’re hysterical. The pain, overstimulation, and heat. The betrayal, sickness, and depression. The sorrow, despair, and downright filthy situation. All of the eyes on you. It was all just too much.

“I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!” His forehead meets yours as his hands grab the sides of your face. His eyes shut as he thrusts hard, accelerating his speed before a breathy, drawn out moan escapes his mouth, just as Rin grabbed your other ankle.

Kazutora and Sanzu sit with discomfort as they angrily eye the Haitani brothers, realizing it should’ve been them holding your legs and punishing you. After all, they’ve known you the longest. They were closer to you. They were there for everything. Their erections become tighter as you thrash around and scream. Your rage fulfills them in an unexplainable way. They never knew why your rebellion always struck them in the heart. Who knew they’d be this stuck over their friend’s little bratty sister.

“I’m cumming.” Mikey whispers with his head against yours as he breathes out a moan. He grinds out his orgasm just as another crack fills the room, followed by an appalling scream from you. You cry as he pulls himself out of you. The swelling from both legs tingle as you lie there in terrible pain. Agony comes from your neck and both of your legs. As well as your vagina. You couldn’t believe what your own brother just did.

“I hate you.” You sob. You wanted to curl into yourself but the restraints made it impossible.

“Awe don’t cry so much, cookie.” A thumb caressed your forehead as Ran stared you down. “All ya gotta do is be good, now.”

“Or else…” Rin chuckled as he slightly dangled one of your broken ankles. You only sob in response, ignoring them as you try to refrain from making eye contact. You wanted to disappear.

Before he climbs off of you, Mikey leans over to plant a kiss on your lips. You don’t push him back nor respond to the peck. He pulls his pants up as he walks toward the other executives.

“Do what you will, just have her cleaned and brought to my room after.”

“I’ll always be the one to protect you, Y/n. You belong to me.”

You look into the eyes of your older brother, tears in your own as you hug him tight. You both sat on the ground in front of Shinichiro’s grave.

“You’ll learn.”

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Hebetops

“Arena Beast” © Terry Oakes.

[From the Fighting Fantasy book The Crimson Tide by Paul Mason. Which is a nice bit of parallelism, because one of the first monsters I did for this project was the yuemo from the same source. I’m wrapping up Fighting Fantasy monsters for now. The original was called an “arena beast”, but I wanted to give it a name more appropriate for other contexts. “Hebetops” is a mashup of “hebeto”, Latin for “I weaken”, and “ops” for eye in Greek.]

Hebetops CR 8 N Magical Beast This creature looks like a vaguely humanoid lizard roughly the size of a bear. It has long arms ending with clawed hands, with five digits on each hand and foot. Its face has a shortened snout, mad staring eyes facing forward, and a pair of enlarged canine teeth.

The hebetopses are saurian carnivores that hunt with a gaze that drains life force and will. Their typical strategy is to sneak as close as possible without being detected, and then rush to close the gap and make eye contact with their prey. Not only is their gaze inherently weakening, it carries a compulsion to continue to meet the gaze, causing creatures to rapidly succumb to the combined effects of the gaze and the creature’s fearsome teeth and claws. A hebetops are used to overwhelming their prey; they rarely flee from combat once joined.

Hepetopses are solitary creatures; the only times the come together are to mate or to fight each other over mating or territory rights. Fights between hebetopses are bloody but rarely fatal, in part because the creatures are immune to their own gaze and that of their kind. A female hebetops will lay her eggs in a mount of rotting vegetation, which she periodically will check to ensure has the right temperature. Once the eggs hatch, parental care ends, and the emerging babies typically flee for their lives. Many young hebetopses are eaten by adults. The young are good climbers (30 ft., climb speed 20 ft.), which helps to ensure enough survive to maturity.

Because of their savagery and unique abilities, the hebetops is sometimes prized as a arena beast by decadent and cruel societies. Trained gladiators are usually too valuable to waste on a hebetops’ near certain victory, so the creatures are used to execute prisoners (who may be given a weapon in a show of faux sportsmanship), or as a test to prospective mercenaries or other elite soldiers. Handling these creatures for the arena is dangerous—they must be handled by blind guards, or fitted at a distance with leather hoods to block their vision—and the coliseum must be built at an elevation, lest the hebetops’ gaze weaken or kill some of the closer spectators.

Hebetops              CR 8 XP 4,800 N Large magical beast Init +7; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception +12, scent Defense AC 20, touch 13, flat-footed 16 (-1 size, +3 Dex, +1 dodge, +7 natural) hp 110 (13d10+36) Fort +11, Ref +11, Will +8 Immune death effects, energy drain Offense Speed 50 ft. Melee bite +15 (2d6+3), 2 claws +15 (1d8+3) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. Special Attacks compelling gaze, gaze Statistics Str 17, Dex 17, Con 17, Int 2, Wis 14, Cha 12 Base Atk +13; CMB +18; CMD 32 Feats Cleave, Combat Reflexes, Dodge, Improved Critical (bite), Improved Initiative, Iron Will, Power Attack Skills Acrobatics +13 (+21 when jumping), Perception +12, Stealth +9; Racial Modifiers +4 Acrobatics, +4 Perception, +4 Stealth Ecology Environment warm forests and plains Organization solitary, pair or scrum (3-4) Treasure none Special Abilities Compelling Gaze (Su) A creature that fails its save against a hebetops’ gaze must succeed a DC 17 Will save or be unable to avert or close their eyes for 1 round. This is a mind-influencing compulsion effect, and the save DC is Charisma based. Gaze (Su) 1 negative level; 30 ft.; Fortitude DC 17 negates. All negative levels dealt by a hebetops’ gaze are temporary and are removed in 8 hours without the need for an additional saving throw. The save DC is Charisma based.

[ladylooch]

Did one of the boys fought each other (con, Luca, and lio) ? Anything like that happened to them or like the hit that con did on lio. Something along those lines.

Lucie and Con almost didn't SURVIVE THIS! 😳

No. But I think they play hard against one another and have a lot of fun.

When Luca and Lio play each other, they're always grabbing for one another so neither of them are involved in the little scrums on the ice. They're jawing back and forth, but always leave the pile giving each other big grins. Neither of them wanna deal with Liv after the game.

Con and Luca respect one another's game and wouldn't fight either. Plus it would make summer training a lil awkward... and family reunions. Also, Con more than learned his lesson ☠️

[el-editorem]

Sobre la Teoría General Estratégica

Por: Sebastián Ortega

MEJORA COMPETITIVA. (13 de octubre de 2011). ¿Qué es Estrategia? - What is Strategy? [Archivo de Vídeo]. Youtube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MA8b_E1YZw

En la teoría general de estrategias es muy importe definir dos conceptos (estrategia y comunicación):

La palabra estrategia puede llegar a causar confusión ya que su concepto varía dependiendo de la corriente del que se lo tome, pero se puede llegar al conceso en qué estrategia el acto de realizar acciones que nos ayuden a conseguir un fin, o por lo menos encaminarlo; pero siempre estas acciones serán meditadas con anticipación.

Depositphotos. (s.f.). 694 ilustraciones de stock de Marketing de táticas [Imagen]. Recuperado de https://depositphotos.com/es/illustrations/marketing-de-t%C3%A1ticas.html

Por otro lado, la palabra comunicación es compleja, pero puede ser vista como la transmisión o acción de comunicar mediante un código. Cabe agregar que además dentro de la organización la comunicación es “los procesos por los que una empresa comunica lo que es y sus valores corporativos” (Cortés, s.f.). Pero esta comunicación siempre debe estar en función de la empresa y en la obtención de un fin, causando que nos ayude al éxito de una gestión.

Delgado, I. D. (2021). Qué es la Comunicación [Image]. Recuperado de https://www.significados.com/comunicacion/

¿Qué es la comunicación estratégica?

“La comunicación estratégica es el proceso mediante el cual se planifica, desarrolla y controla el mensaje y la información que se comparte con los diferentes públicos de una organización con el objetivo de alcanzar sus objetivos. Esto incluye la identificación de los objetivos de comunicación, el análisis de los públicos a los que se dirige, la elección de los canales y herramientas adecuadas para transmitir el mensaje, la elaboración del mensaje y la medición de los resultados.” (Cortés, s.f.)

bizvector. (s.f.). Office Work. The business team is working in the office. Business concept vector illustration. [Imagen].Recuperado de https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MA8b_E1YZw

Los objetivos de la comunicación estratégica son:

Establecer una relación de confianza y credibilidad con los públicos clave

Alcanzar los objetivos y estrategias de negocio de la organización

Mejorar la eficacia de la comunicación

Potenciar el liderazgo de la marca

Establecer y/o fortalecer la imagen y reputación de la organización

Influir en la opinión pública y en la toma de decisiones de los públicos clave

Molina, D. (2022). Qué es el Modelo Canvas y ejemplos de Canvas reales. [Imagen]. Recuperado de https://www.iebschool.com/blog/que-es-el-modelo-canvas-y-como-aplicarlo-a-tu-negocio-agile-scrum/

Las características de la comunicación estratégica

Objetivos claros

Planificación

Análisis de audiencia

Selección de los medios

Evaluación y seguimiento

Flexibilidad

Fathanah, N. (2022). Bukan Cuma Leader! Ada 5 Peran Di Dalam Rapat yang Wajib Dimiliki [Image]. Recuperado de https://www.sinergiaconsultant.com/bukan-cuma-leader-ada-5-peran-di-dalam-rapat-yang-wajib-dimiliki/  

Fases de la comunicación estratégica

Estanislao E. (4 de abril de 2019). ¿Qué es la Comunicación Estratégica? [Archivo de Vídeo]. Youtube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cILjJV0j2F0&t=16s  

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Scrum Con returns

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Cap y Tal

Entender porque el sistema, en su gran escala me agobia es complicado. A veces siento que las palabras no me alcanzan para poder descrubir los fenomenos horribles.

El punto es que ayer pase mucho tiempo con isa. y dentro de las muchas conversaciones que tuvimos, ella me hablaba de los monjes budistas y de como ellos constituian una concepcion de mundo curiosa, una concepción de mundo que lo reducia al momento presente, porque era unicamente cuando nosotros comenzabamos a revisar el pasado y el futuro que el sufrimiento se instalaba en nosotros.

Llevo bastante tiempo con una tristeza vacia dentro de mi, porque una vez mas siento que no quepo dentro del mundo y que tal vez solo me entrené para encontrar un lugar privilegiado de un mundo que no existe. Por alguna razon me encolví de esperanza en el conocimiento, en la critica teorica y en la elaboración práctica de instrumentos para poder cambiar la realidad. Se veía sencillo, pero parece ser que esa es una condición común en la condición humana, subestimar las condiciones materiales bajo la esperanza de encontrar un tiempo distinto.

Diez años envuelto en una perspectiva de futuro

Y no es otra cosa que haber estado trabajando duro para llegar al futuro, para asegurarme de que las cosas funcionaran y que iba a tener muchas posibilidades. Con la meritocracia imbuida* en mi ignoraba de forma inconciuente toda la teoría que estuve aprendiendo. Me llené de esperanza de amor y de una visión de posibilidad. Sin embargo, al ponerme de pie un dia y darme cuenta que ya era el futuro, que ya era el momento de vivir no tuve muchas posibildades, ni una vision positiva de oportunidades, realmente no tenía mas que un cansancio enorme con un camino sin posibilidades que nisiquiera estaba a medio andar.

Pienso entonces nuevamente en la charla con isabella y la nocion de sufrimiento al existir en un entorno infecto de futuro, de pasado y de aspiraciones. En el capitalismo, la noción de unmode se calcula desde las oficinas de los altos mandos, desde el diseño de las fabricas, o al menos es la impresion que me da la idea de fordismo y bueno en general las metodologías de producción, como six sigma, lean o scrum, que ven a los trabajadores como una parte abstraida del proceso, como un activo que desaparece en pos del funcionamiento del sistema.

Lo curioso está en que cuando se cambia de escala, dentro del capitalismo la nocion de individuo mantiene a las personas en el otro lado. Infectos de futuro, aterrados por la ausencia de una seguridad en el futuro, la idea de bienestar presente se desvanece. En realismo capitalista, recuerdo que mark fischer hablaba de los impactos no económicos del capitalismo, la aparición de una fuerza cultural de instalaba ideologías en las personas, en un entramado complejo de estimulos, hacía a las personas perderse en muchas ideas que no estan conectadas, pero causan ansiedad, precisamente por su naturaleza indescifrable, recuerdo principalmente un pasaje sobre algo que entendi como un dopaje tecnológico, en el que un estudiante suyo, pese a no poder reproducir musica en su dispositivo tecnologico, llevaba los audifonos puestos, como una alusion casi fetichista a la idea de mantenerser estimulado.

Hacer la investigación sobre los modos de aparición ideológica de la ciencia en la cultura general a partir de la abstracción de datos, me ha hecho pensar mucho en los constructos respecto a la realidad en la que habito. Constantemente me pregunto si mis ideas anarquistas, si lo que siento y creo esta basado en una condicion mediatica que me fue entregada para aminorar la decepción que habitar en el capitalismo me causa. Supongo que esa fue la decepción profunda que volver a ver steven universe me trajo. Dentro del show hay una cantidad enorme de visiones anticapitalistas, diversas y sobre la acaeptación. Me sentí adoctrinado, me senti vacío y engañado.

Mis ideas no son mias, eso dice el manifiesto. ¿Pero tanto? Tan no son mias que mi9s creencias estan basadas en un show de television? La realidad es mas compleja que eso, no se trata de un factor unico, sino una conjunción de factores que a la larga me llevaron a sentir que resonaba con todas esas ideas. Por algo no me volvi un redneck o algo por ese estilo, aunque estiuve a punto de hacerlo.

Mi punto es que la industria cultural, al venderse como objetiva, tiene bastantes problemas. Hemos vivido bajo el yugo de la sobre exposición, estamos inmersos en estrategias discusivas para mantenernos enganchados, aprisionados en nuestras creencias ideologicas aunque no se alineen con la realidad. La sovbrexposición, crea un simulacro, una función performática que nos lleva a validar nuestros sesgos en la realidad inmediata. Pero creo que el punto como isempre es el mismo... No es tan sencillo

Todo es suceptible de ser manipulado pero tambien es cierto que al final es una cuestión de aceptación, de comprension respecto a que en realidad,no hay posiblidad de tener un sistema de valores fijo que no se traicione constantemente.

Y asi como el mundo se hace mas horribpílante, las plantas siguen creciendo, el medio ambiente sigue cambiando.

Quiza este no es el momento, quiza ahora mismo mis creencias no se alinean con el mundo, pero como todo, es una negociación y un juego de espera donde me estan usando y mientras sea conciente de eos, podre seguir con esta gesta extraña de entender el mundo de entregarle un sentido mas complejo y mas lleno de emoción

Estoy triste pero eso no es lo unico. porque es mas complejo que eso

Te odio capitalismo te odio

[karaokulta]

🎮 ¿Es el desarrollo de videojuegos el nuevo Hollywood del siglo XXI? 🎬 Si alguna vez han pensado que los videojuegos son solo pasatiempos de niños, permítanme desafiar esa percepción con unos cuantos clics. • 💡 **Evolución**: Atrás quedaron los días del Pong y su humilde pantalla. Hoy, el desarrollo de videojuegos es una sinfonía tecnológica que combina arte, narrativa, sonido y programación en una experiencia envolvente que nos sacude el alma. • 📈 **Industria en crecimiento**: Es una realidad, la industria del videojuego ya superó en ingresos a la del cine y la música. ¡Juntos! ¿Casualidad? No lo creo. Las cifras hablan de una gestión y un desarrollo que han sabido adaptarse a los tiempos. • 🛠️ **Desarrollo**: Hablemos herramientas. Unity, Unreal Engine, Godot... Plataformas que son el pincel y el lienzo para los artistas del código. Son accesibles, potentes y están democratizando la creación. ¡Que levante la mano quien sueña con crear su propio videojuego! 🙋‍♂️ • 🌀 **Gestión Agile**: El desarrollo de videojuegos ha abrazado metodologías ágiles. Scrum, Kanban, y sprints no son solo para nerds de la programación; son el pan de cada día en estudios que buscan la eficiencia y la adaptabilidad. • 🧠 **Psicología**: ¿Alguna vez has sentido que no puedes soltar el control? No eres solo tú, es psicología pura. El diseño de videojuegos se posa sobre pilares de engagement y recompensa. No más game over , ahora es inténtalo una vez más . • 🌍 **Cultura Global**: Los videojuegos son el nuevo esperanto. Un lenguaje universal que trasciende fronteras y culturas, con historias y aventuras que conectan a millones. ☝️ Pero no todo es miel sobre hojuelas. Los desafíos están a la orden del día: • 👩‍💻 ¿Cómo mantener la creatividad en un mar de deadlines? • 🎨 ¿Es sostenible la presión en los artistas de videojuegos? • 💰 ¿Cómo balancear la monetización sin sacrificar el arte? En el juego del desarrollo y gestión de videojuegos, no hay una sola manera de ganar la partida. Cada estudio, cada equipo, cada individuo, encuentra su camino en este laberinto de pixeles y códigos. Me gustaría leer sus opiniones, y si se sienten como en un boss fight tratando de entender este mundo, ¡comenten abajo! O si conocen a un Mario que no teme saltar obstáculos para alcanzar su propia princesa Peach en la industria, etiquétenlo aquí. #DesarrolloDeVideojuegos #GestiónCreativa #IndustriaDelGaming #Videojuegos #InnovaciónDigital #TechArt #Gamification

[lars-software]

Empresa de Desarrollo de Software: Cómo Elegir el Socio Tecnológico Adecuado

Elegir la empresa de desarrollo de software adecuada es un paso crítico para garantizar el éxito de cualquier proyecto tecnológico. Con una variedad de opciones disponibles, es fundamental considerar varios factores para tomar una decisión informada. En primer lugar, la experiencia y el historial de la empresa en el desarrollo de software son cruciales. Evaluar los proyectos anteriores y los casos de éxito puede proporcionar una visión clara de la capacidad de la empresa para cumplir con las expectativas.

Otro aspecto importante es la metodología de desarrollo que utiliza la empresa. Las metodologías ágiles, como Scrum y Kanban, permiten una mayor flexibilidad y adaptabilidad durante el desarrollo del proyecto. Estas metodologías fomentan la colaboración continua y la entrega incremental, lo que puede ser beneficioso para proyectos complejos y en constante evolución.

Además, la comunicación y la transparencia son elementos clave para una colaboración exitosa. Asegúrate de que la empresa de desarrollo de software tenga un enfoque claro en la comunicación y mantenga a los clientes informados sobre el progreso del proyecto. La capacidad de proporcionar informes regulares y responder rápidamente a las inquietudes es esencial para evitar malentendidos y retrasos.

La capacidad de ofrecer soporte y mantenimiento continuo también es un factor a considerar. El software necesita actualizaciones y ajustes periódicos para mantenerse al día con los cambios tecnológicos y las necesidades del negocio. Una empresa de desarrollo de software que ofrece servicios de soporte post-lanzamiento puede ayudar a garantizar que el software siga siendo funcional y relevante a lo largo del tiempo.

En definitiva, elegir la empresa de desarrollo de software adecuada implica evaluar su experiencia, metodología, capacidad de comunicación y soporte. Tomar el tiempo para investigar y seleccionar un socio tecnológico confiable puede marcar la diferencia en el éxito de tu proyecto.

[ejaz12145]

Best 10 IT Project Management Software in 2024.

The IT project management software space is an ever-updating environment meeting the high-end requirements of modern day businesses. Days of AI along with improved collaborative and integrated solutions systems have hit the market, which makes choosing project management software an essential aspect for IT teams to amplify their workflows productivity. You need to take some time and review the following 10 top IT project management software in this year 2024.

1. Asana

Overview

As a project management software, Asana has bagged its spot as one of the top contenders because it is very expressive in design and expansively practical. Best suited to IT teams needing a mix of task management, project tracking and collaboration.

Key Features

Task and Project management: Quickly build, delegate, synchronize tasks as well as projects.

Visualize project timelines with Gantt charts (Timeline view)

With a strong focus on automation: Automate tedious, repetitive task in order to not have to do them yourself.

Each: Tie it into slack, gDrive and more (Integrations)

Pros

User-friendly interface.

Workflows that are simple and well-customizable

Strong reporting and analytics

Cons

This can get expensive for large teams.

Advanced features are limited in the free version.

2. Trello

Overview

Trello: Trello is the industry standard in simplicity and visuals for project management. It is based on boards, lists and cards making it a very simple way to manage projects for IT teams.

Key Features

Boards, lists & cards Collab Allah Edaky

Power-Ups: Extend capabilities with integrations and add-ons

Butler Automation Automate workflows on Trello

App: on mobile and access your project anywhere.

Pros

Easy to use and set up.

Highly visual and intuitive.

Has a free plan with some basic functionalities

Cons

Features not as vast as more advanced tools

Difficult for managing large projects

3. Jira

Overview

Jira, developed by Atlassian, is specifically designed for software development teams. It offers advanced project tracking and issue management capabilities.

Key Features

Issue Tracking: Track bugs, issues, and tasks.

Agile Support: Supports Scrum, Kanban, and hybrid methodologies.

Roadmaps: Visualize project progress and plan sprints.

Integrations: Integrates with other Atlassian products and third-party tools.

Pros

Powerful for software development projects.

Highly customizable workflows.

Extensive reporting capabilities.

Cons

Steeper learning curve.

Can be expensive for larger teams.

4. Monday.com

Overview

Monday.com is a versatile work operating system that allows IT teams to build custom workflows. It offers flexibility and powerful features to manage projects effectively.

Key Features

Customizable Workflows: Tailor workflows to suit your project needs.

Collaboration Tools: Facilitate team communication and collaboration.

Dashboards: Gain insights into project performance with customizable dashboards.

Automation: Automate routine tasks.

Pros

Highly customizable.

User-friendly interface.

Strong customer support.

Cons

Pricing can be high for smaller teams.

Some users find it overwhelming due to its extensive features.

5. Smart sheet

Overview

Smart sheet combines the functionality of a spreadsheet with project management capabilities. It is ideal for IT teams that prefer a familiar, spreadsheet-like interface.

Key Features

Grid View: Manage projects in a familiar spreadsheet format.

Card View: Visualize tasks in a card-based layout.

Gantt Charts: Plan and track project timelines.

Work Automation: Automate repetitive processes.

Pros

Familiar spreadsheet interface.

Powerful automation and integration options.

Scalable for large teams.

Cons

Can be complex for new users.

Higher cost compared to basic project management tools.

6. Microsoft Project

Overview

Microsoft Project is a comprehensive project management software designed for enterprise-level IT teams. It offers robust features for planning, tracking, and managing projects.

Key Features

Project Planning: Create detailed project plans with timelines and resources.

Resource Management: Allocate and manage resources effectively.

Reporting: Generate detailed project reports.

Integration: Seamlessly integrates with other Microsoft products.

Pros

Comprehensive feature set.

Excellent for large, complex projects.

Strong integration with Microsoft ecosystem.

Cons

Expensive for small to mid-sized teams.

Steep learning curve.

7. Click Up

Overview

Click Up is an all-in-one project management tool that offers a wide range of features to help IT teams manage their work efficiently. It is known for its flexibility and customization options.

Key Features

Task Management: Create, assign, and track tasks.

Docs and Wikis: Create and collaborate on documents.

Time Tracking: Track time spent on tasks.

Custom Views: Customize views to suit your workflow.

Pros

Highly customizable.

Affordable pricing.

Wide range of features in one platform.

Cons

Can be overwhelming for new users.

Some features may be overkill for small teams.

8. Wrike

Overview

Wrike is a powerful project management and collaboration tool designed for IT teams. It offers a range of features to help manage projects, collaborate, and track progress.

Key Features

Task and Project Management: Plan, track, and manage tasks and projects.

Custom Workflows: Create workflows that match your processes.

Real-Time Collaboration: Collaborate with team members in real-time.

Integrations: Integrate with a wide range of tools and applications.

Pros

Powerful collaboration features.

Highly customizable.

Strong reporting and analytics.

Cons

Can be expensive for small teams.

Some users find the interface complex.

9. Base camp

Overview

Base camp is known for its simplicity and focus on team collaboration. It offers essential project management features without overwhelming users with too many options.

Key Features

To-Do Lists: Create and manage task lists.

Message Boards: Facilitate team communication.

Schedules: Plan and track project timelines.

Docs and Files: Store and share documents and files.

Pros

Simple and easy to use.

Focuses on team collaboration.

Fixed pricing regardless of team size.

Cons

Limited advanced features.

Not suitable for very complex projects.

10. Teamwork

Overview

Teamwork is a robust project management tool designed to help IT teams manage their projects and collaborate effectively. It offers a range of features to streamline project workflows.

Key Features

Task Management: Create, assign, and track tasks.

Time Tracking: Track time spent on tasks and projects.

Project Templates: Use templates to standardize project processes.

Integrations: Integrate with a wide range of tools.

Pros

Comprehensive feature set.

Strong collaboration tools.

Scalable for teams of all sizes.

Cons

Can be expensive for larger teams.

Some users find the interface less intuitive.

Conclusion

Choosing the right IT project management software depends on your team's specific needs, budget, and workflow preferences. Whether you need advanced features for complex projects or a simple tool for straightforward task management, there's a solution on this list that can help you achieve your project goals in 2024. Evaluate each option based on your requirements, and take advantage of free trials and demos to find the best fit for your team.

[skytechacademy]

Which is better PMP or agile scrum certification?

Choosing between the PMP (Project Management Professional) and Agile Scrum certification depends on your career goals, industry, and the types of projects you work on. Here’s a detailed comparison to help you decide which might be better for you:

PMP Certification

Overview:

Global Recognition: Highly recognized and respected across various industries.

Focus: Emphasizes a structured, traditional approach to project management based on the PMBOK (Project Management Body of Knowledge).

Pros:

Broad Scope: Covers all aspects of project management including planning, execution, monitoring, controlling, and closing.

Versatility: Applicable across a wide range of industries such as construction, manufacturing, IT, and healthcare.

Career Advancement: Often a requirement for senior project management positions and can lead to increased salary and job opportunities.

Comprehensive Knowledge: Provides a thorough understanding of project management principles and practices.

Cons:

Rigorous Requirements: Requires significant project management experience and education.

Difficult Exam: Known for its challenging exam that requires extensive preparation.

Maintenance: Requires earning PDUs (Professional Development Units) to maintain the certification.

Agile Scrum Certification

Overview:

Agile Framework: Focuses on Agile methodologies, which are iterative and adaptive. Scrum is a popular Agile framework.

Specialization: Suitable for industries and organizations that use or are transitioning to Agile practices.

Pros:

Flexibility: Ideal for dynamic, fast-paced projects that require frequent changes and adaptability.

Team Collaboration: Emphasizes teamwork, collaboration, and continuous improvement.

Quick Delivery: Promotes rapid delivery of products or features through iterative cycles (sprints).

Increasing Demand: High demand in software development, IT, and other industries embracing Agile methodologies.

Cons:

Niche Focus: Primarily focused on Agile environments, which may not be applicable in all industries.

Less Comprehensive: Does not cover the wide range of project management topics included in PMP.

Varied Certification Bodies: Multiple organizations offer Agile certifications (e.g., Scrum Alliance, Home), which can sometimes lead to confusion about which one to pursue.

Key Considerations:

Industry and Role: If you work in or aspire to work in industries like construction, manufacturing, or any sector with large-scale, complex projects, PMP might be more beneficial. If you work in software development, IT, or other fields where Agile methodologies are prevalent, an Agile Scrum certification might be more relevant.

Project Management Approach: PMP is better if you prefer or are required to use a traditional, structured project management approach. Agile Scrum is better if you work in a dynamic environment where flexibility, rapid delivery, and iterative processes are crucial.

Career Goals :If you aim for senior project management roles or positions that require a comprehensive understanding of project management, PMP is advantageous. If you plan to work in Agile environments or want to specialize in Agile methodologies, an Agile Scrum certification is more appropriate.

Conclusion:

Both certifications have their own strengths and are suited to different contexts. Ideally, having both certifications can provide a competitive edge, offering versatility and a broad skill set applicable to various project management scenarios. However, if you have to choose one, consider your current role, industry demands, and future career aspirations to make the best decision.

For instance, if you are targeting roles in traditional project management environments or industries that value comprehensive project management skills, PMP certification would be the better choice. On the other hand, if you are focused on working in industries that are rapidly adopting Agile practices, particularly in software development or IT, then Agile Scrum certification would be more beneficial.

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