#Where He Is Expected To Obey Bullshit Authority

[lakesbian]

the other fundamental flaw with alec goes to winslow is the assumption that alec could be even remotely cool about having to attend school and then having Children From Normal Society attempt to interact with him or god forbid hold any level of social authority over him. and that's not even talking about the teachers. he would snap so fast he'd think he was entirely calm but he would not make it through lunch without surreptitiously tripping anyone and everyone who annoyed him. like he would hear people talking about going to see a movie with their family that weekend or deciding to get ice cream together after school and it would turn him into the joker. he would find the emmas of the world funny for all of three seconds but one too many incidents of someone shoving him in the hall and he would reflexively trip them into the nearest locker (no power needed), slam their head in the door, say "whoops," really sarcastically, and then say "whoops" significantly more genuinely when he realizes they're bleeding profusely. That Boy Is Not Half As Chill As He Thinks He Is

[marcusrobertobaq]

Comparing Gavin to Hank's hostility towards androids reason is just dumb imo. Hank doesn't like humans and want 'em to learn a lesson, that's why he switches sides. Even in hostile ending dude expected deviants to be different and better than humans (selfish, brutal, ruthless) - so they can teach humans the damn lesson. He ain't afraid of being replaced by androids, he's pissed at androids cuz he think they're the reason his son is dead - and he also got no respect for people replacing other people with androids in personal relationships.

Gavin ain't got this factor, there's no reason for him to come to like androids only to hate 'em even more esp with this whole sentience thing. He pretty much got an issue with obedience and authority, esp regarding to androids (who are supposed to obey), but it's in general - it becomes easier to get when u get he was written as lieutenant, this rank got a weight to it - it's a management role often being the head of a team.

These characters are 2 sides of the same coin, tho.

They got similar mindset: dehumanizing who they ain't consider a real human - criminals, suspects, victims they thought was deserved. Androids just happen to be everything at the same time 🤣

What does it mean? Means in a interrogation room Hank gonna threat the mf and just give up (idk bout his old days tho), Gavin would just wait for things to get difficult so he can beat the shit out the mf. I believe if he went to interrogate Shaolin a "Under Arrest" 2.0 would happen - and the way mfs are so casual i doubt would be the first time they do something like that.

But Gavin seems to be against the idea of scratching people's back - should be one of the reasons he doesn't like Hank. Dude exchange favors, is a lazy mf and still think he got some kinda authority in there just cuz Jeffrey do what he can to keep him in there.

These 2 bitches are similar but would fight against each other if they could.

If we take the gallery seriously Hank is the one that climbs the steps to leadership making connections and contacts even outside the police or with low rank criminals, people he considers inside "everybody is doing what they need to get by, as long as they didn't hurt anyone i don't bother 'em". Man, even Connor calls Hank corrupt in cut dialogues. Gavin climbs it trynna show he can handle everything alone and be at the helm by saying "i'm the boss here" and start giving orders. He would shit on people like Gary and Pedro. "everybody is doing what the-"? Fuck this.

Lt Anderson and Lt Curtis Blake are 2 different types of lieutenant. In the final game happen to Hank be Gavin's superior which makes things far worse for the mf. While Gavin will bow down eventually some force is necessary - like pointing a gun at him or punching his nose, but he won't shut up.

In the police brutality metaphor made by Cage, both gonna treat androids like just another perp (like Hank with Rupert in The Nest), but Gavin gonna feel some pleasure in forcing mfs on the car hood while sayin' some fucked up shit (like that cut dialogue implies). Ain't only about androids but especially about androids, Gavin is worse imo cuz he waits for the moment where he can finally use brute force - even better if justifiable. Hank is just tired of all this bullshit, but if things are personal...damn, this mf gonna def snap and totally against the police - cuz he just doesn't give a fuck for all this anymore, but Gavin does. Gavin already snap constantly cuz he can't shut up and stop trynna show who's boss - fuck, must be the reason he got a scar in his damn nose. If he got an opportunity he gonna get physical to show who's boss. He's ambitious, mf wanna get to the top and have power over all situations he can and esp put people back in 'em place.

Androids just happen to have less paper work related to losing your badge for misconduct.

U can find these type of characters in lotta games where we got police "satirization". It's classic asshole cop, most of 'em are corrupt btw.

[jacktorrancekinny]

Disco Elysium Swap AU Headcanons!

I wanted to think of a swap Disco Elysium AU that was still sensitive to the themes of the game, and thus preserved the racial bias that Kim faces in the police force. He would not be able to get away with as much as Harry did, because of course, Harry is white.

KIM

Kim’s breakdown began with the death of Eyes, his partner, obviously. Eyes, however, had been his shield from the rest of the 57th. Eyes was his Jean, but he was also Eyes’ Jean. They both supported each other through shitty times. Eyes was the one most likely to get promoted, and if he was promoted, it forced the Captain to promote Kim too because Kim was the competent of the two of them, and not promoting Kim as well would show his racial bias. Kim, treated as an outsider, was able to glimpse the world through Eyes, figuratively and literally, which is why Kim’s Esprit De Corps equivalent is called ‘Eyes’.

When Eyes died, Kim was not assigned to a new partner, and is still waiting for a new one, because they were preparing to get rid of him. That is the reason why Kim is sent to Martinaise in this AU, because the 57th expects him to fail, and are going to use the opportunity to demote him or dishonorably discharge him from the RCM. Depending on the ending in this Swap Game, Kim can absolutely be forced to leave the RCM if Harry does not ask him to join the 41st.

Kim’s breakdown is not at all like Harry’s. He’s come into work late a few times and his solve rate is not as good as it was. He has started drinking and doing more drugs, and this is eating into his savings, meaning he’s no longer able to care for himself as he once was able to. His appearance has degraded as a result. He’s a bit scruffier, less well groomed, he cuts his own hair because he can’t afford the barber. Because he is no longer ‘model’, he is seen as a delinquent foreigner, and perceived as a troublemaker in his precinct, despite no real evidence for it. He’s also more involved in the punk scene in his free time. (His Superstar Cop equivalent is Punk or ACAB Cop.)

Kim’s signature is still Authority, but it comes from a different place. Original Kim’s authority comes from his composure, poise, and self-assurity. This Kim’s Authority comes from a place like Half-Light. He appears like a man with nothing left to lose, so if you don’t obey him, who knows what will happen?

Kim’s amnesia can either come from a head injury (most likely) or an excessive drug binge (least likely) or some other medical event. Kim doesn’t have objects talk to him or anything like that, but he does get uncanny ‘hunches’ that are usually right.

HARRY

I read Harry in canon as being OSDD/DID(?), ADHD, and BPD coded, so my interpretation of Swap Harry comes from a place like that, but can be interpreted without that.

Specifically, the OSDD comes into play where the old host was starting to become too self-destructive about Dora, so, only a year into this Harry’s breakdown, the system split a new host, and the old host fused with Half-Light, who holds all the Dora sad. This means there is also some layer of amnesia, but that’s normal OSDD stuff.

Otherwise, Harry responded to his breakup with Dora, instead of begging her to come back, to prove her wrong or prove himself better than her, or at least appear better than her, so she’d eventually come back and see how wrong she’d been (it hasn’t happened yet.) It’s not that he is fully sober or anything like that, but he’s just better at containing and managing, and especially hiding his drug habits. He is a chronic liar, and extremely good at reading people and telling them what they want to hear.

He’s a can-opener not because of amazing insight, but because he’s able to bullshit his way through any conversation.

It’s a point that Harry has absolutely done way worse than Kim at work and is still considered to be fascinatingly competent. Functioning at ALL makes him seem amazing. His legend has not been diminished by any habits, and his cases solved are more around 215 when the game starts. He wants to get 500 before retirement. He’s actually reached the never-before-seen status of Triple-yfreitor, and is very proud of it. He is also far more condescending to Jean and is way more in control of the 41st than in canon.

He’s kind of oblivious to social problems, and starts the game as a centrist, but can be guided to the left or the right by the player. He would say that Kim isn’t trying hard enough to be accepted by his precinct, and that they just need to have the right conversation, but if he bonds enough to Kim, he will ask him to join the 41st. Without Harry singing his praises to the rooftops, Kim will not remain in the RCM.

Overall, Swap Harry Du Bois is morally dubious because he is far more prideful and far surer in his abilities. He kind of still talks like a gym teacher and is a little condescending to Kim, but is willing to stick anything out, because of his ‘Yes, and’ attitude from a Drama signature. He does not talk about the Skills to anyone although he desperately needs therapy. feel free to add to this and if this gets popular, I might draw art/comics for this au.

[creations-of-a-certain-no-one]

The Woes of Human Existence

Fandom: Obey Me! Genre; comedy Characters: MC Ren, Satan and unnammed snobby teacher Summary: Devildom literature was usually a chill course for Ren. Until one exceptionally important yet stupid novel that was just absurdly ridiculous and the teacher just had to ask him for opinion. Surely, expecting him to confirm all the bullocks. Oh how little the teacher knew…

Literature was one of the least straining courses - at least for Ren. He was friends with Satan, after all, so a school course was hardly a challenge after all the book exchanges they had, and so were any assignments. Even with the demon history behind it, he could always count on the most knowledgeable brother to provide him with context, and Ren already knew very well what kind of snobbish interpretation would be praised and rewarded with a high grade. So the course was a breeze.

The most challenging part however was this very specific novel they'd been assigned recently. Not because of its inherent difficulty - no, it was basically nothing but romance with an obviously noble and righteous take.

But the key was why such romance was even included in the most influential books of the recent millennium, and it was the reason why it was difficult: because of all the egregious bullshit it contained and about what Ren had to keep his mouth shut.

"One of the most moving parts was when the human addressed her constant dread of how short her life was. It was really eye-opening," a student said, her tone already indicating how struck she was by the character's portrayal. "The constant awareness of a life as short and fleeting as hers, accompanying her in every moment of her life… I never had any idea how brave humans are to live with that, all the time. That is unimaginable bravery."

"Yes, you're right," the teacher agreed, nodding his head. "The author has indeed portrayed the essence of human existence and life. As I said earlier, the human character became one of the most striking and realistic portrayals of humans in fiction ever made, but at the time of this novel's release it was still quite controversial."

"The scene where she begs her beloved to find a cure for her mortality was so heartbreaking!"

"Yes, it is indeed a brilliant scene. At the time of the novel's serialisation, this chapter had shaken the readers so much that it caused a flood of letters demanding the magazine to release the next chapter immediately."

"As much as I understand the importance of the novel, I would find it necessary to add," Satan spoke up, "that some of the author's ideas aren't grounded in reality."

"You're right. We've already addressed many misconceptions about the human world. With our current knowledge, we already know that not all of the human world is as dangerous to humans as it's described in the novel. Humans are able to find safer places to live in, and choose to move there, which the author wasn't aware of due to her skewed and incomplete information about the realities of other realms," the teacher admitted. "However! All the knowledge was pursued and eventually uncovered only as an effect of this novel. Its popularity was the main reason for the interest in the human world to rise. With all the faults in mind, we can still say with certainty that the descriptions of the reality of human internal thoughts and lives are exceptionally accurate."

"I've read the reviews of the humanology researchers. They gave the book flying marks on the accuracy, however…"

"I expected nothing less from you, Satan. That is an excellent addition to the context around this novel. It was indeed one of very few novels that actually were consulted with a specialist."

"The author's wife, yes. Though… I am slightly skeptical of her expertise as she might have watered down her feedback due to their personal engagement."

"That is a valid point. We cannot exclude the possibility that the reality of human mental strain due to their unique circumstances is much more dire than in the novel."

Ren barely kept a groan of misery from escaping his mouth. It was about as preposterous as the comment section of any of his Devildom social media, where demons were constantly causing flame wars about the most ridiculous misconceptions and utterly absurd ideas about humans.

Now he had not only to nod along but pay attention to the unbelievable bullocks.

He could understand why the first novel to portray a human as equal to demons would be groundbreaking at that time, but literally everything else about it was just so completely unbearable he couldn't listen anymore.

He tried to just tune out of any further discussion for it to be like the tedious buzzing of flies in his ear. Like meaningless background noise.

Unfortunately, the teacher decided to ask him for feedback when the boy was already hiding his face in his hands from the nonsense he'd heard.

"Maybe you would like to add something, as the only mortal in this class?" the teacher's tone turned gentle, as if he didn't want to pressure the boy to address the paralysing existential dread that Ren as a human must have been feeling every horrifying second of his life. "If you'd prefer not to, we understand, of course."

Satan reached for Ren's hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. The compassion and pain in his eyes were unbearable.

Something snapped in his resolve to stay out of trouble. Ren simply had enough, and albeit his reason tried to stop him, he lifted his head with the usual bright smile plastered to his face.

"Yeah, I'd probably rather not talk about how unbearably daft this book is," he stated with a cheerful voice.

The silence that followed weighed over the classroom like a storm cloud ready to throw thunders because it was exactly how Ren was feeling at that moment. And likely how the teacher's mood was souring.

The students looked back at him, first interested by the unexpected harsh words but then confused by his usual smile.

Satan however was much less surprised. He knew what was coming: Ren was about to say something mean! And a lot of somethings, probably. If it was directed at him, Satan would be beyond frightened, but since it wasn't - he was just going to observe it with glee.

An extremely rare sight he could never miss.

But the teacher didn't sense the danger, or maybe just didn't particularly care that a mere human was about to talk back. He composed himself after the initial surprise.

"...would you care to elaborate?"

Ren just said he would prefer not to - and just a few seconds ago.

"First," his smile grew only more blindingly bright, "humans are among the longest living inhabitants of the human world. There's nothing to compare and to come to the conclusion our lives are short. That's bull. The lives of literally everything around us are short. And our lives are short only from an immortal perspective. For us, in our world, we are the long lived ones around."

"That cannot be true. Humans are fully aware of their mortality and fragility and fear it."

"Well, duh. Like if it is a tempting perspective. Okay, for some it is?" a few students gave him a horrified but als fascinated stare. "Nevermind. The point is, find any demon doesn't fear the same."

The students looked at him baffled.

"No?" Ren looked around, not even slightly discouraged by the curious faces of his classmates. "Never scared of the possibility of some very strong demon tearing you apart? Or an unfixable fatal curse?"

An enlightened "oohhh" washed over the classroom.

"That is about as possible as a human getting incurably sick or into an accident."

"That one aspect might indeed be shared but the limited time makes it inevitable and, as a result, makes human lives miserable with the distress it causes."

"The only thing it really causes is the worry about the elderly loved ones."

"Just like the demon felt," Satan concluded with a nod.

"Pretty much. Furthermore! Those researchers' reviews are just stupid. It was actually correct that many humans live in hazardous areas. And surprise, they don't spend their lives shivering in fear either. Humans don't flock only to the safest places on Earth. We do absolutely live around volcanoes, in earthquake and flood areas. Humans live in deserts and in polar climate. They've been there for ages and they're not moving away!"

"How do you survive that?!" one student exclaimed, fascinated. "Isn't the cold there deadly for humans?"

"Exactly." The teacher huffed. "That is obviously false, no human can survive that."

"Have you heard of… clothes?"

A wave of laughter shut the teacher down.

"...I see." The teacher tried to keep a pokerface. "That's quite interesting feedback albeit clearly biased." He turned away, an expression of hope briefly crossing his face as he looked at Solomon. "You have not spoken up yet. You've always been a very reasonable human, I am sure you understand the topic broader."

"Hmm, yes," he let off a thoughtful hum, "My perspective differs a bit, you see, since I'm in a slightly different situation." The teacher nodded at his words, relieved, probably expecting Solomon to contradict Ren's words. But his relief was premature. "Though, I absolutely second what Ren said. His expertise is on point and absolutely accurate. I would highly recommend asking him for feedback more often."

The teacher's face fell.

"I am sure that you both are just… not a very representative sample. It's certainly not a common belief among humans. Our research has already confirmed that beyond any doubt."

"And who exactly has more expertise about humans, some academic shut-ins who never visited the human world, or actual humans themselves?"

"Research conducted by a third party is not skewed by personal beliefs."

"The so-called research has no methodology whatsoever. A fourth rate human college has better academic achievements than that, and got those without conducting any kidnappings on top of that."

Ren sat down and hid his face in his hands again.

Satan patted him supportively on a shoulder, but this time the only thing that flickered in his eyes was amusement.

He turned to the teacher.

"Sir, we've already agreed the book isn't particularly accurate in many places, so inaccuracies aren't a surprise, are they? I would strongly recommend asking humans about human things for a better view on such motifs." Satan added. "The book obviously revolutionised the Devildom's perspective on humans. It remains one of the most important pieces of our literature…" it might have seemed like a merciful thing to say, but Ren knew Satan too well not to expect a devastating punchline, "…especially as an example of good intentions but exceptionally misguided execution."

A few students snickered.

The teacher didn't say anything to that. He just finished class ten minutes earlier and let them leave without addressing the issue any further.

.

In the afternoon he found a surprise on his DevilTube account as someone tagged him in their video.

It was Levi.

"Human student reacts to DEMONSPLAINING".

It had already gone viral. And was shared by Solomon with the applause emoji.

Ren could only sigh.

Then he could only sigh again when Lucifer informed him that he received several requests from researchers seeking an interview with The Human.

Well, at least some misconceptions got cleared. 

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

the perfect homemaker (or what the fuck ever)

by poppyinabreeze

“So if I’m a fucking…housewife, or whatever, I suppose that would make you the husband, yeah?” he says. “Man of the house and all that? Fucking misogynist bullshit.”

“Absolutely,” Stede agrees, but his eyes are fixed on where Izzy’s fingers enter his body. “Archaic gender role nonsense. A wife has to please her husband, obey him. That’s supposed to be her only purpose, really. Utter crock of shit.”

“Completely,” Izzy concurs. “So in this hypothetical scenario, I’d be expected to—ah—to do whatever you say, is that it?”

“Oh, yes,” Stede says. “Of course. Otherwise I’d have to punish you, you see. Hypothetically.”

“Fuck,” Izzy breathes.

Words: 8565, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Israel Hands

Relationships: Stede Bonnet/Israel Hands, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet/Israel Hands

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Polyamory, Domestic, the boys have a house!, Trans Israel Hands, Trans Male Character, Roleplay, my deepest apologies to donna reed, Genderplay, Izzy wears a dress, Misgendering, but the fun sexy kind, Feminization, Gender Roles, Dirty Talk, Dom/sub, Sub Israel Hands, Dom Stede Bonnet, BDSM, Choking, Objectification, Lingerie, Domestic Discipline, Spanking, Vaginal Fingering, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Grinding, Top Stede Bonnet, Bottom Israel Hands, Vaginal Sex, Breeding, izzy cries during sex because of course he does, Aftercare, trans author

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42290094

[just-horrible-things]

‘Verse: Resistance Story: Unlikely Salvation, co-author @whump-sprite Timeline: Arc 3, Ariadne is on probation with the Resistance

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"What, so, you're gonna protect a fucking murderer now? A child-killer? A torturer?" Ariadne is all of those things – or could be all of those things. She’s never spoken about killing children and Taryn has never asked. The ex-fed is a shadow at her shoulder now, as close as it’s possible to be without getting in Taryn’s way. She says nothing to defend herself. “She’s already paid for her crimes,” Taryn tells the warlock levelly. “And she works for us now, helping us protect witches and warlocks.” “Bullshit!”

His magic lashes out, and Taryn’s hands come up too slow to block. It’s just a shove, but Ariadne stumbles enough to go down on her ass with a frightened yelp. Taryn steps forwards into the line of fire. “I said no,” she snaps. Power crackles around her hands, sparking off into the air. Behind her she hears Ariadne’s boots scrape across the asphalt as she scrambles backwards. 

The angry warlock’s friends are backing off now, distinctly wary, but he stands his ground. Taryn doesn’t recognise him. He could be new in town, or they could just never have crossed paths.

"If you want to hurt her, you have to go through me."

For a second his glare wavers and Taryn thinks he might be about to back down. Then his hands light up.

Taryn is faster. She throws lightning, forcing him to block.

A step back so she can clap eyes on Ariadne – wide-eyed on the floor – and Taryn’s hands are already moving. An incantation flashes through her mind to guide her magic. Ariadne vanishes.

But it’s a second when her focus isn’t on her opponent. She’s too slow again and his magic throws her backwards, sends her tumbling across the asphalt. Adrenaline masks the sting. Taryn comes up throwing lightning, and the other guy matches her.

Spells fly thick and fast then. Magic breaks against magic, lighting the street in staccato strobe flashes. The onlookers take flight, not loyal enough to get involved.

The stranger is good and Taryn regrets having to fight him. The Resistance could really use him on their side – but she's fighting for her life. He’s throwing everything he has at her and her hastily-woven shield buckles under the assault.

Expecting another throw, Taryn throws up her hands to redirect the force. Instead his magic slips needle-like through her defenses – aiming for her hands – and there is a sickening snapping sound, too many cracks at once to count.

A second later she is screaming.

She falls hard, defense forgotten, obeying the base animal instinct to curl up around her hands. Only when her lungs are empty does she even try to stop screaming. The air catches, sharp-edged, in her throat.

She is just having the thought that if she doesn’t do something she’ll be killed right here right now –

– when a gunshot shatters the air.

Taryn gasps in another ragged breath and drags her head up. The warlock is already down, a crumpled heap on the floor. Blood is sprayed across the street.

"Taryn, status?" Ariadne’s voice is somewhere on the other side of the blaze of agony. The ringing echo of the shot can’t quite drown the keening moan that escapes Taryn’s throat.

The invisibility Taryn cast is already unravelling fast. Ariadne flickers in and out as she holsters her gun – a thoughtlessly easy motion Taryn has seen feds do a thousand times. From the floor Taryn watches her heavy boots approach.

"Fuck," Ariadne declares. "Taryn, are you dying?" She deserves an answer, but it's hard to find a single word. "I… ahh – nnhhhh …” Taryn bites back pain and tries again. “I – can't use magic." "Okay." Ariadne is calm where Taryn is trying not to sob. "Where are you hurt?" Struck with the sickening thought of Ariadne touching, Taryn almost doesn't want to admit it. "H-hands," she gasps reluctantly. "Anywhere else?" No, she tries to say, but a finger twitches and all she gets is another garbled moan.

Nothing else needs to be hurt. This is enough to disable her. When she risks a glance at her fingers they are bent at nauseous angles. It’s only her hands. Not life-threatening. But she’s totally helpless on the floor.

She broke more than fingers when she broke Ariadne. 

The image is seared into Taryn’s memory. Not just hands twisted out of shape but an arm, a femur, and Taryn just kept on breaking things.

She can’t imagine surviving this pain in every part of her body.

And now the ex-interrogator is crouched over her, studying Taryn’s hands with cold calculation in her eyes. God, Taryn deserves her contempt but she can barely breathe.

"Okay," Ariadne says. "We're going to get to safety and then we'll call Alex. Can you walk?" "M'sorry," Taryn manages between breaths. "So sorry." "Taryn." She sounds like a fed, like the handlers who used to terrorise her and Alex, and it blurs together with the knowledge of what Taryn did to her. "-- please –" she squeaks pitifully. "Can you walk?"

Taryn tries to recoil, but Ariadne isn’t reaching for her shattered hands. She takes Taryn’s upper arms to pull her up – first to sitting, then, carefully, to standing. Taryn works with her, although every slightest motion sends waves of nausea through her.

How did Ariadne survive Alex taking her out of that cell? He’d have had to drag her.

Dizzy from the pain, Taryn leans heavily against Ariadne, and finds her solid and steady. “M’sorry,” she repeats, unable to find more useful words. “You’re doing great,” Ariadne tells her firmly, wrapping an arm round Taryn’s ribcage. “Hang in there.”

There’s nothing wrong with her legs but Taryn can’t manage more than a painfully slow shuffle. There’s nothing wrong with her lungs but she can’t seem to catch a breath. Slowly, slowly, they make progress back towards the car, and Ariadne is nothing but patient.

Taryn tries to pull herself together, because it is only her hands.

She practically falls into the car as soon as Ariadne opens the door for her. Only Ariadne’s firm grip on her stops her from knocking her head on the way in. Little lights are dancing in her vision. She wants Alex – and at the same time she’s scared to let him set hands on this many breaks.

“Thanks,” she manages to force out as Ariadne fastens her seatbelt for her, “for … not shooting – nn – me." “I –” Ariadne seems taken aback. “I’m not gonna do that.” It’s a relief to hear it, if a guilty relief.

She spends the short journey trying in vain to find a good way to brace her arms against the motion of the car -- and thinking about Ariadne in Alex’s car, unable to brace at all.

“I’m sorry,” she tries again when Ariadne opens the door to help her out. “It’s okay,” Ariadne tells her, still not understanding. “Just need to get inside and then you can stop moving.”

To get in through the safehouse door, Taryn has to touch her hand to the lock – not the mundane one but the magical one, invisible to normal senses. She’s trembling so badly that Ariadne takes her wrist to steady it. For a brief second, overwhelmed by the fear that she’s just going to slam her broken hand against the wall, Taryn tries to pull away. “Hey,” Ariadne chides without letting go, “easy. Let’s just take it very slow.”

It would be fair, really, if Ariadne took this opportunity to mash shattered fingers against rough brick. Taryn holds onto that thought – it would only be fair – to force herself not to resist.

But Ariadne only touches the side of her hand to the right spot, with more careful precision than Taryn would have managed on her own. 

The anticipation alone still makes her fingers twitch, and she sways on her feet. Ariadne exhales in relief as the door swings open. She helps Taryn to the couch, and settles her with her hands in her lap. “Stay there,” she says, “I’m going to get the first aid kit, I’ll be right back.”

---

Taryn is trying not to cry, and failing. "Alex is on his way," Ariadne assures her, pressing first pills to her lips, then a glass of water. The pills crunch as Taryn breaks them with her teeth, and for a queasy second Ari thinks the sound came from her hands. 

She hurries back to the kitchen and empties the ice tray from the freezer into a plastic mixing bowl that looks like it's literally never been used. Taryn flinches when presented with it, and Ari forces herself to slow down. 

She's careful as can be taking Taryn's wrists and lowering her hands slowly into the bowl. She can feel the tension as Taryn almost pulls against her grip. She looks so much like Alex, looking up at Ariadne with tears in her eyes.

Anyone would be afraid under the circumstances, and Ariadne’s sure she isn’t exactly the most comforting person to be stuck with.

She crouches by Taryn's feet and arranges ice cubes delicately around her broken fingers to make sure the numbing cold reaches all the breaks. It's strangely difficult to look directly at them. Ariadne has never been squeamish and god knows she's seen enough ruined hands in her time – but it's uncomfortable. She doesn’t think about it.

"I'm sorry," says Taryn yet again. "Hey,” Ari pauses to catch her gaze, “it's okay. You’re doing great, you've got nothing to be sorry for." Another hitching sob, half-stifled. Ariadne shows Taryn her palms once she's done fiddling with the ice, and backs up to give her space. "Thank you," Taryn says. "It's nothing." "I didn't know if… you would help me." Taryn lets her head tip back against the couch cushions. "... after what I did to you."

Recollection crashes through Ari like a physical force, like falling, knocking the bottom out of her lungs and leaving her hollow. The fear. The sleepless hours and days. The awful angles of her broken limbs. 

"Oh," she says lamely, and can think of nothing more to add.

She searches desperately for something, anything, real and present she can focus on that isn’t Taryn. Her eyes fix on a spot where the carpet is frayed near the corner of the couch. There’s a squiggle of loose thread, and a patch where the suggestion of dark floorboards just shows through the pale fuzz.

She understands the apologies now, and the fear. Taryn can't use her magic. This is the first time she’s been helpless in front of Ariadne. Ari would be terrified in her place.

Does she want revenge? She hasn't thought about it since she signed up with the Resistance. It's been beyond impossible, until now. She did hate Taryn, for a long time. 

But she didn't feel anything good looking at the tears on her face. It's just uncomfortable. 

She couldn't do that to Alex, she reasons. 

When she manages to lift her eyes from the snarl in the carpet, Taryn is still looking at her. Ariadne feels small under the scrutiny, even though she is finally the one holding the power.

"That was… it's in the past," she ventures awkwardly. "It doesn't matter anymore." "Thank you." It comes out almost a whimper, and that's uncomfortably weird, as incongruous as the pleading look in her eyes. Ari almost thought Taryn was invincible. She’s always so confident, so composed. 

She was crying when she broke Ariadne.

Shoving the memory back down, Ariadne turns away. Back to the kitchen she goes to get herself a glass of water. She downs it right there in front of the sink, focusing on the taste of it, the chill down her throat as she swallows. She's shaking now and she hates it. Her skin is crawling. She splashes water on her face, trying to wash the feeling away.

And then she returns to Taryn, because Taryn shouldn’t be left alone right now, even if Ari might look worse to her than no company at all. Taryn’s eyes crack open at the sound of her footfalls, then close again as Ari settles herself on the floor, well out of arm’s reach.

She checks her phone, but there’s no more word from Alex.

"I hate losing," Taryn declares bitterly. "We didn't," Ari points out, surprised. To her relief, Taryn cracks a weak smile. "Fuck, you're right." Ariadne picks at another loose thread of carpet, a different one. "Thank you," she says, "for protecting me."

There, that's another good reason not to want to take advantage, if she needed one. It'd be a shitty thing to do when Taryn only got hurt in the first place because of Ari.

"Did a shit job of it," Taryn grumbles. "I feel pretty protected," Ari fires back. She has a few fresh grazes making themselves known now the adrenaline has run out, but that's nothing. Taryn tries to laugh, but pain turns it into a juddering moan instead. 

Ariadne's skin crawls, and she accidentally pulls hard enough on the carpet thread to pull another loop free.

“Alex will be here soon,” she promises, as much for herself as for Taryn. She’ll feel better when Alex gets here. She always does.

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Takeshi Nakazato - You Belong To Me

•Takeshi Nakazato x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 5,756. • Synopsis: In which Omega Takeshi is the ultimate simp for the Alpha he wants to be noticed by and to mark him as her own.

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In a world where Alphas were always on top, Betas being stuck in the middle, and Omegas being marked by the Alpha that wanted them as their mate, Takeshi was on the bottom of the pyramid. Most Omegas never had a say in who they got as their mate, seeing as fate was normally the one to choose their partner. There was also the case where if an Alpha wanted them, they almost always got them.

Some Omegas accepted their fate and embraced it with grace, coming to love their Alpha and start families with them. Others refused, not wanting to be bound by the threads of fate. They wanted to be independent like Betas, without the worry of being homebound most of their life after being marked.

However, there were instances where an Omega was so desperately attracted to an Alpha, that it made them want to be noticed by said Alpha as quickly as possible (and before another Omega gained their attention). It just so happens that Takeshi was going through this very predicament himself.

This instance itself was rare, but the Alpha he wanted was female; and Alpha females were even rarer. It was nearly unheard of for female Alphas to choose to be mated with an Omega for they always wanted another of their status that had just as much authority and strength as themselves. Takeshi knew it was a longshot in ever being noticed let alone wanted by the object of his affections. Yet the determination he had was strong enough for him to keep trying.

He often took suppressants to hide his scent, making others believe he was just a Beta with an attitude. He had to keep up an appearance, especially since he was the leader of his team. If his team, most importantly, Shingo, found out he was an Omega, he'd find some way to kick him off his throne. Shoji was an Alpha, and an asshole of one as well. He wouldn't hesitate to take the chance of using his status to take the Omega's place as leader.

Takeshi didn't want to have to deal with hearing more bullshit spew out of Shingo's mouth, but he had to get ready for a race that was happening on Myogi. The only thing that would make tonight much more bearable was if his Alpha showed up again. He sighed, and lightly shook his head. There he goes again, thinking she was his, yet she hasn't even glanced in his general direction. Just the thought of her looking at him with her piercing (E/C) eyes for even a second sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. He sighed again; he was hopeless.

Takeshi took his suppressants, waiting for them to kick in before he left. It was nice that his took no more than ten minutes to start working. It would be hell if they took longer, especially during season. He left only a few minutes later, starting the car and driving out of his flat complex. Omegas never got the luxury of living anywhere besides flats. They only ever got to live in a house if they had an Alpha. Betas also lived in a lot of flats, but were able to have their own property.

Takeshi grew up in a good-sized house with his parents, but when he wanted to move out, it was from there on he was stuck with living in flats. He wanted to be one of the independent Omegas that didn't want to rely and be commanded by Alphas. He was stuck with that mindset until he saw her; the Alpha he couldn't shake from his mind no matter how hard he tried. His thoughts changed after that. The thought of obeying every command she gave him, especially if it was in the bedroom, worked him up quickly. It almost made him whimper just to hear those commands come out of her mouth.

He arrived at Myogi quicker than expected, his thoughts speeding up the process as he drove. The rest of his team were already there but he was still plenty early. His friends greeted him and he did in return as he leaned on the side of his Skyline.

"Here to watch me win, Nakazato?" Shingo asked loudly, sitting on the hood of his EG with a smug smirk. His voice turned a few heads, expecting the two rivals to argue for the umpteenth time.

"Sure," was all he replied with, not wanting to get involved with more headaches than he could deal with.

"That's all? You scared I'm going to win another race you couldn't and I'll finally get my place as leader of this team?"

Takeshi sighed deeply, closing his eyes for a few seconds and crossing his arms, keeping his composure as best as possible. When he opened his eyes and looked up again, his liquid silver irises landed on the one person he so desperately wanted to see tonight, and she was looking right at him. Her attention was on him and only him for what felt like forever. His eyes widened a fraction, trying to keep calm and not make himself look like an idiot.

She saw me. She's looking right at me. She knows I exist. She's... so beautiful. His thoughts ran wild as he kept his gaze locked with hers. He had never felt so happy until now. But the world just had to be against him. Her gaze shifted to Shingo, her expression that was a mixture of seriousness, boredom, and a poker face, never changing.

He growled quietly, glaring at the Civic driver in hopes he would drop dead at any moment. He doesn't deserve her attention. She's too good for him. Takeshi didn't notice her gaze shifted back to him. With a slightly raised eyebrow, she watched him. Her hearing was impeccable, being able to pick up on his quiet growl from where she was standing on the opposite side of the road.

She was a bit confused as to why a Beta was jealously growling at an Alpha. Something doesn't add up, she thought. The answer hit her quickly, and she hummed lowly. Omega playing Beta, huh? Interesting. She took in his appearance, finding him to be quite easy on the eyes. He surely was an alluring Omega.

(Y/N)'s friend pulled her from her thoughts as she turned towards the Omega girl. She was lightly slapping her hands against (Y/N)'s arm as she squealed quietly. "What is it?"

"It's him, it's him, it's him, it's him!" (F/N) whisper-yelled, looking at someone behind her. She turned around, seeing the Takahashi brothers leaning against their cars that were parked not too far from themselves.

"Go talk to him, then." (Y/N) said knowingly, turning back around to face (F/N). The girl whined, once again explaining that she doubted she had a chance at being able to get "the most extraordinary Alpha that is Ryosuke," making (Y/N) sigh and roll her eyes before pushing the girl in his direction.

The Alpha returned her attention to Takeshi. She caught a glimpse at the right moment to see he quickly looked away from her. She hummed, amused. The Alpha in the red Civic pulled his car up to the start line when his opponent showed up and they promptly began the race.

After they took off, she decided to test a small theory that was growing in her head. When Takeshi noticed she was walking across the street over to his side, his heart nearly skipped a beat. He swallowed thickly, taking subtle glances in her direction.

She wasn't sure if she had ever been near him before, seeing as this was the first time that she's noticed him. Keeping her usual, uninterested expression, she walked past him, keeping her eyes glued on the vending machine in front of her. Before she made it the wonderful machine that held small coffees, she heard a quiet, nearly inaudible whimper and uneven exhale behind her. (Y/N) smirked lightly, her theory now being confirmed.

The Omega wants his Alpha.

Retrieving a small can of coffee from the vending machine, (Y/N) turned back around, walking back the same way she came. She decided to tease him a little, see how easily worked up he could get, and how well he could contain it in public. She stopped when she was in front of him, but didn't turn towards him. Keeping her eyes straight ahead, she whispered, "Your suppressants can't hide you from me..." she gazed at him sharply through the corner of her eyes, hissing, "Omega."

Takeshi froze, his breath hitching and eyes widening. His hands started to shake lightly and he swallowed thickly. A large shiver shot through his spine at her authoritative tone. Yes! -he thought- Tell me what you want, I'll do it!

His mind responded to her as if she called to give him a command. Both his body and breath shook, waiting with such anticipation to hear what she had to say. The way she hummed after catching his reaction sounded pleased. She hadn't even given him a command and she was already pleased with him! Had he done it? Had he finally gotten his Alpha's full attention? She knew his status; she knew he wanted her just from glances alone.

She silently walked off not even a minute after she spoke to him. He was left confused. Does he follow her? Or should he stay put and wait for her to actually speak a command? Her tone was that of wanting to give one, wasn't it? He started to wonder if he imagined it at this point. With how much he's thought about hearing it, it would only be a matter of time until he misheard something. Right?

Takeshi stayed in place at the side of his car, his mind running rampant. He's never felt it so out of whack before. Is this what other Omegas feel when their Alpha doesn't give them a command after calling for them, or was he just losing it? He felt... needy and hollow. Like he had to fulfill something to fill the hollowness inside him. Alpha's wishes, his mind told him. The need to do what she wished of him. But what was it? She never said.

It was almost frustrating how such a small thing bothered his mind and body so much. The sudden sound of the radio pulled him out of his thoughts when it was announced that Shingo won the race. It didn't take long for everyone to leave. When (Y/N), her friend, and himself were one of the last few, she said something to (F/N) before walking back to him.

He looked at her expectantly, then in anticipation when she called lowly, "Omega." She reached a hand up and rubbed the back of it down both sides of his neck. She's scenting me! If he had a tail, he knew it would be wagging back and forth so fast you probably wouldn't even be able to see it.

"Go home." She commanded. He nodded several times, his heart nearly stopping when she gave him a small smile before leaving. When she sat in the passenger side of (F/N)'s car, the girl asked, "Who was that guy?"

"Just an Omega wanting to do as he's told."

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During the whole drive home, Takeshi felt like he was going to explode. Every time he had to wait at a stop light, his leg wouldn't stop bouncing. She noticed him, talked to him, gave him a command, scented him. His head was running hundreds of kilometres a second. He never thought he would be so happy to obey a command, even if it was just to go home. He supposed that's what it's like to be an Omega in love. His high school self would hate him right about now.

Time blurred right by and the lovesick racer was in bed. Before he fell asleep, he unconsciously rubbed his neck along the pillow, transferring as much of (Y/N)'s scent to it as possible. It was just as sharp as she was, yet it lulled him to sleep as the most comforting scent he's ever smelled.

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It was practice night for the NightKids and the team was gathered at the top of the pass. Tonight's practice was about time attacks and everything was going smoothly. Was.

"What's this?" Shingo started, a smirk on his face that was growing by the second, "Has our dear Nakazato been scented? What a scandal it must be for a Beta to have an Alpha's scent all over him." Everyone's attention landed on Takeshi, who was starting to get nervous, though he did fairly well in not showing it. "Unless he isn't a Beta after all." Shoji finished with the widest smirks he's ever worn.

"What does it matter if I was scented? I'm around Alphas every day. They're everywhere if you haven't noticed. It was going to happen at some point, don't you think?" Takeshi retorted.

"Oh, I know we're everywhere. I also know that we wouldn't mistakenly scent a Beta, either. I sure as hell wouldn't want my scent on a poor excuse of a Beta when I could find myself a pretty little Omega." Shingo chuckled, his two friends joining in as well. "Then again, you aren't a Beta, are you Takeshi?" he asked mockingly.

Takeshi didn't respond. In all honestly, he didn't know what to fire back with. He couldn't hide it anymore and trying to wouldn't get him anywhere. He was fucked either way and he knew Shingo was about to take control of his team. Shingo stood in front of him now, that smug smirk never leaving his face. He was only two inches shorter than Takeshi, yet he felt he was being towered over. "Well, Omega? I'm waiting."

He was scared that tone of authority would affect him the same way it did when (Y/N) called him. He was oh so relieved when nothing happened. Shingo's patience was wearing thin as he started growling lowly, still waiting for his answer. Takeshi wasn't looking him in the eye, instead staring off to the side with his head slightly turned that direction. Just as Shingo was about to take hold of his jaw to face him, an extremely pissed off yell scared everyone.

"Hands off my Omega!"

Everyone looked behind Takeshi, who turned around as well. His eyes widened with both surprise and relief when his silver irises landed on (Y/N) standing on the other side of the lot. Her gaze was dark, lethal, and screamed death as the (E/C) of her eyes was fixated on Shingo. Her slow walk intimidated him and the others even more, but Takeshi was almost reveling in the fact his Alpha was protecting him.

Shingo sweat dropped, staring at her with horrified eyes. Her mere presence alone was about to make him shit bricks. When she stood in front of Takeshi, distancing Shingo from him, she raised a finger to point at the road, he immediately flinched and cowered, not sure what she was going to do. She has power even over other Alphas, Takeshi thought, amazed.

"Leave." She seethed with a low, dangerous growl, looking between Shoji and the friends who follow him like lost dogs. They glanced at each other, hesitantly and slowly walked backwards, not daring to turn their back on her. "NOW!"

Shingo's friends took off while the latter scampered to his car, tripping over himself multiple times before making it to the Civic and hurriedly driving off. The others stood in place, too scared to make a sound, hell, even blink. She turned to them, telling them leave as well, but in a much calmer tone. They all did so with no hesitation, yet were silently grateful they avoided her wrath.

She quickly turned to Takeshi, gently taking hold of his jaw and turning his head to the side, checking him over. "Did he touch you?" she asked quietly.

"No, didn't get the chance."

"Good." She lightly rubbed the side of his jaw with her thumb and he leaned into her touch, humming quietly. If he were a cat, he'd be purring. He sighed happily when she scented his neck again. "Go home."

"I want you to go with me." He said quickly, almost desperately. Takeshi didn't want to obey her light command to go home if she wasn't going to be there with him. He wanted to sleep with her, to have the sheets covered in her scent, and to hold her close with his face nuzzled into her neck. But what he really wanted was to get marked by her. He wanted to feel her bite into his neck and feel the sharp, pleasurable mark sink into skin forever.

Every mated Omega he's met has talked about what it felt like to finally be marked by their Alpha, and every one of them explained it as one of the best feelings they'll ever experience. Now that his Alpha also wanted him, he didn't want to wait... he couldn't wait.

"I'll bring you home with me only when you take me on a date." She smirked lightly.

"Tomorrow?" he asked eagerly.

"Whenever you want."

"Tomorrow." He said firmly and she smiled.

"Tomorrow, then."

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Takeshi didn't get even a minute of sleep last night as he thought of every possible idea he could come up with, for a date worthy of (Y/N). It had to be just right; the setting, the location, the surroundings, everything. Maybe he was thinking too much into this, but he didn't want to take any chances of something going wrong.

He was starting to settle on the idea of an extravagant restaurant over in Takasaki. Hardly any dates go wrong at a place like that and if he can show (Y/N) that an Omega can also provide high quality things for their Alpha, she'd have to be impressed! Omegas rarely have the chance nor means to be able to do something like that, but luck happened to be on his side today.

When the time came, he got ready, changing into an outfit consisting of black. He didn't really have any other colours and didn't own a suit, so his black button up would hopefully have to do. He put on the best cologne he had, but not enough to completely mask his scent. He gelled his hair in the usual slicked back style before considering himself ready and leaving.

He wasn't going to lie, he was extremely nervous about how the date will go, but also excited that it's finally happening. He pulled the car over to the side of the road at the bottom of Myogi, the location where (Y/N) told him to pick her up at. The hazard lights lit up the nearby buildings with every blink and it was slightly hypnotizing. His eyes lit up as brightly as the lights when (Y/N) walked around the corner, wearing the most beautiful dress he's ever seen.

She's gorgeous. How did he ever manage to land her? He'll never know. She got in the car and gently shut the door.

"Takeshi." She lightly greeted, with her now usual, small smile.

"Hi." He replied shyly, a blush easily making its way over his cheeks.

"You look lovely," she hummed and leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering, "ravishing, even."

She leaned back, hearing Takeshi stutter out, "Y-you as w-well. You look b-beautiful."

"Thank you, love. So, where is the place you had planned?" She changed the subject, helping him relax a bit.

"Oh, it's in Takasaki. Hopefully you'll like it."

"With what you suggested I wear for the setting, I'm quite sure I will." She said matter-of-factly, her smile widening.

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He certainly knows how impress a lady, doesn't he? She wasn't quite sure if he knew how expensive this place was going to be, but was quickly catching on to what he was trying to prove. It was sweet, she thought, but he didn't need to spend so much on her, Alpha or not.

She had to admit, she had never met an Omega so hellbent on gaining the attention, affection, and approval of their Alpha before. Takeshi certainly was something else. They had relaxed into an easy conversation about each other, the general questions one would ask on a first date.

(Y/N)'s eyes slowly roamed over his features, and his words were blowing over her head. His talking slowed then stopped when he realized she didn't seem to be paying attention.

"Am I boring you?" he asked hesitantly, avoiding eye contact.

"No, I'm listening, but your words aren't really registering. Your looks keep interfering with that." She winked. (Y/N) chuckled when he blushed heavily, giving a shy "Oh".

He always appears so innocent, it's truly adorable, she thought.

When the bill came around, (Y/N) quickly snatched it before Takeshi had a chance. He reassured her several times that he would pay for it but she smoothly replied saying, "I know what you were intending to do and I appreciate that, darling. Now, let your Alpha take care of you." His instincts told him to leave it be and let her do as she pleased.

As they walked back to his car, (Y/N) broke the silence. "Would you be willing to let me drive? It'll only be a few minutes." Takeshi looked at her with surprise, but handed over his keys nonetheless. "I don't want you to take this as a command, Takeshi. I know how much you value your car. If you genuinely don't want me to drive, say so."

"I don't have a problem with it at all. It'd actually be nice to see you drive it..." he mumbled the last sentence, scratching the back of his head. He found it a little strange, sitting in the passenger side, but the view he had to his right was definitely a treat.

"I only asked this of you so I could actually take you home with me, rather than give directions. Much more satisfying, don't you think?" she spoke as she turned the car on. Takeshi could only nod after processing her words. His imaginary tail wagging at incredible speeds as his heart beat relentlessly.

This is it! It's finally happening, he thought excitedly, accidently letting out a whimper. (Y/N) glanced at him through the corner of her eye, saying nothing. She didn't need to ask; she could smell the pheromones radiating off of him in droves.

Within fifteen minutes she pulled into the large driveway of her house. It was on the border of Takasaki and in a rich neighborhood. Takeshi figured as much, seeing how she was an Alpha, let alone a rare one. But at the same time she was down to earth, making him almost second guess that thought. At least she wasn't the kind of rich person the Takahashi's were.

The minute he entered the house, her scent hit him like a truck. It was calming yet sharp, protective yet dominating. Takeshi loved it. Is this what made so Omegas want to stay home for? If it was, he certainly didn't mind it. But he still wanted to go out and make something of his life as well.

"You alright? Looks like something is bothering you." (Y/N) said suddenly, jolting him from his thoughts.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I was just thinking about, um-" he didn't know how to word it without giving off the wrong meaning.

"You can talk to me about anything, you know. Don't shy away from what's really bothering you. I'm here to listen, love." She spoke reassuringly, her smile helping in easing his nerves. She led him to the couch and waited for him to talk.

She didn't fail to notice how he seemed a bit hesitant and nervous to tell her his worries. About his mindset during his school years all the way up to the present. The way his thoughts on stereotypes suddenly changed when he first caught glimpse of her.

(Y/N) had found his sudden change of heart interesting when he told her the story of how set he was on not wanting to be the average, dependent Omega that stayed home and listened to every command they were given.

He was clearly relieved when (Y/N) appreciated such honesty and that she as well didn't prefer to keep her partner forever homebound and to strip them of their freedom for the sake of status and stereotypical roles.

"I have no right to take your freedom from you. Your freedom is your own and you may do what you like. All I ask is that you come home to me at the end of the day." She said lightly, almost a whisper as her eyes glimmered gently when looking at him. "If you ever change your mind and decide you want to stay home like the others, I certainly won't have any objections to it." She gave a small, playful wink that made him chuckle.

"Thank you. I appreciate it, truly."

"Of course. What kind of an Alpha would I be if my Omega lived unhappily?" she moved closer, bringing a hand to wrap gently around the back of his neck. Her thumb lightly traced the side of his neck. "Speaking of," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "I have yet to truly make you mine."

"So, what's stopping you?" he asked breathily. She was going to reply with, "Your certainty," but the look in his eyes answered that for her. Moving her hand from his neck to his jaw, she turned his head towards her, crashing their lips together. Takeshi hummed happily, eyes closing as he easily melted into the kiss.

He loved the touch of dominance she gave with each kiss, knowing that was only going to get stronger. Biting his bottom lip, she didn't ask for entrance, rather commanded to have it. The Omega gladly obeyed, giving her free reign over her new territory that she quickly marked with her tongue. Takeshi groaned quietly when their tongues met, letting her control the dance until she pulled away.

"Omega..." She commanded and Takeshi's full attention was on her, eagerly waiting to hear her full command. "My room." (Y/N) stood up, taking him by the wrist and he followed with no hesitation. As she reached the edge of the bed, (Y/N) pulled his wrist, bringing him closer as they locked lips. His arms wrapped around her waist when she let go, holding his neck with one hand and the other tangling itself in his soft hair.

She turned them around, pushing Takeshi back to lie on the bed as she straddled him. Leaving a trail of kisses along the sides of his neck, she gave small nips, making him whimper for more. His grip on her waist tightened as he gave her more access to his neck. "Omega," her breath lightly fanned his collarbone, "tell me what you want."

"A-Alpha..." He sighed heavily as she unbuttoned his shirt, her lips leaving feathery kisses along his collarbones. Slipping his shirt off, she trailed her fingers down his chest and stomach, stopping at his belt. (Y/N) unbuckled it, loosening it enough to lower his pants. Their eyes met and Takeshi was too enraptured to avert his gaze as she lowered his pants, then his boxers. His hard length was freed, earning (Y/N) a deep groan from her Omega's throat.

The blush on cheeks grew darker as he whimpered, watching her tongue slowly drag up the base, her eyes not leaving his. She left light, teasing kisses along the side, leaving Takeshi to beg for her mouth.

"P-Please, Alpha... (Y-Y/N) I want y-you, please."

She hummed, pleased at his begging. Taking him in her mouth, she slowly bobbed her head, taking more each time. His small moans turned loud when her tongue swirled expertly around him. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, quieting his moans and whimpers as his other gripped the sheets tightly. (Y/N) didn't fail to notice his sudden silence and pulled away before he could come.

"Don't shy away from me," she moved his hand away, "I want to hear everything I do to you, Takeshi. Everything that makes you feel good, I want to hear it. Understand?"

He nodded weakly, a moan quickly slipping out when she returned to her ministrations. It felt so good, but felt so frustrating at the same; just as he was near his release, she stopped and pulled away to focus on another area. When his would-be high had lessened enough, only then would she go back and work him up again.

She had left several bite marks on his thighs, and as good and arousing as they felt, they weren't the bite he was looking for. The Omega let out moans after whimpers after groans at her surreal touch, reveling in the sensations he didn't know parts of him could feel.

Slipping out of her clothes quickly, (Y/N) straddled his hips and Takeshi's hands held onto hers. His nails left small crescents on her skin as she lowered onto him, taking him in full. He let out a guttural growl that mixed with (Y/N)'s moan. She quickly set the rhythm, riding him at a pace that had them moaning and panting almost constantly.

She lightly trailed her fingers down his stomach, tracing the lines of definition. It was a pity that his loose shirts always covered such a beautiful sight. Then again, she didn't need any Alphas to come along and stare at him longer than they should. When her pace began to slow and breathing grow heavier, Takeshi rolled themselves over, taking the lead. It pleased him to hear a string of moans slip past her lips. His thrusts hit deeply, each one being fast and rough. (Y/N)'s nails clawed at his back, leaving long scratches and light cuts. It didn't take long for their release to build up and (Y/N) took the opportunity to finally mark what was hers.

"Omega." She brought a hand to the back of his neck, gently pulling him down. "You belong to me." Her breath lightly fanned over his skin before biting down on the crook of his neck, earning her the loveliest moan from his lips as he came, her high following right after. Slight whimpers and hums came from his throat as he reveled in the sensation of her bite. (Y/N) gently trailed her tongue over the mark once to soothe the pain before pulling away. She gave him a few soft pecks, telling him she would clean the cuts she caused.

With comfortable clothes back on, she led him to the bathroom, gently wiping over the cuts and the small bits of blood that trailed down his back. She did the same for the fresh mark on his neck, holding the warm cloth in place for a short time before pulling away to rinse it off. It felt nice, he thought. To have someone other than yourself take care of you even for small things such as this. He loved it. She was so soft and caring with him, gentle with all of her touches and kisses. As they lied back in bed, she doted on him endlessly and he did the same. The kisses they shared, the scenting, the protective hugs, they did it for what felt like hours before their exhaustion finally took hold of them and falling asleep.

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(Y/N) and Takeshi arrived at the top of the mountain another race was taking place on. (F/N) nearly begged the Alpha's ear off to come and hang out for the night. With much convincing, the girl succeeded.

"(Y/N)!" her friend screeched from the other side of the lot, running towards her. Both her and Takeshi turned their heads in the girl's direction due to the unholy, high pitched sound. (F/N) nearly ran into her, stopping only a few inches in front of her.

"How 'ya been?! It's been a while since we last hung out together!"

"It's only been four days, (F/N)."

"Yeah, well. Still a long time for me." She muttered before perking up quickly, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, I have news!" She said, dragging out the last word in a singsong tone.

"And what would that be?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, watching her ecstatic friend. She giggled like a schoolgirl, pointing towards Ryosuke who was leaning against the back fender of his FC talking with his brother.

"Guess who got the sexiest man on earth?! Meeee! He is the literal definition of perfection and there's no way someone is better than him, you can't change my mind!" (F/N) continued her giggles and small squeals before quickly waving and nearly skipping back over to Ryosuke's side.

"Hmm. So, she actually got him, huh?"

"I'm surprised Takahashi went for someone so... hyper." Takeshi said, an eyebrow slightly raised as he looked between the two. (Y/N) nodded, giving a short response of, "Agreed." Turning towards him and wrapping her arms around his sides, she leaned into him with a sigh that turned to a pleased hum when his arms were draped over her form.

Neither of them gave a second thought to the people who took glances at them, and the jealous glares other Alphas gave Takeshi. If anything, he found it amusing. Especially how Shingo was still scared shitless of his mate and kept his distance from her at every waking moment.

He gently squeezed her waist, smiling lightly as he looked down at her. He ran his fingers through her soft hair repeatedly, making her lean more into him and nearly purring like a cat. At least he had his car to lean on otherwise she would've easily brought them both to the ground.

"Takeshi? I don't think (F/N) called me up here actually hang around her, so why don't you and I go home? I have an Omega to love on and I'd prefer to do it there." She looked up, meeting his eyes with a suggestive smile he's quickly learned to know.

"Well, it just so happens that I have an Alpha to love on as well." He copied her smile and kissed her; the hint of excitement apparent through the action. The drive home was quick and before they were even through the door, they had each other's tongues down their throat and clothes taken off.

(It's almost as if they're horny dogs or something.)

[whitehotharlots]

Things really are this bad

Yesterday, Freddie posted an excellent piece titled “People of Color Have Agency.” It’s free and I encourage you to read it all the way through, but its gist is found in the title: contemporary anti-racism regards non-white people as having no control of their actions, nor any moral culpability for anything they themselves do. Why? Because white supremacy is such an all-encompassing causal force that it prevents non-white people from having human agency. Freddie points out, correctly, that far from being liberating, this conceptualization of race and racism flatly dehumanizes non-white people, and, in doing so, centers the actions and experiences of white people as having determined the entirety of human existence.

From the piece:

I suspect that placing all of the blame for historical crimes on white people is strangely comforting for white leftists: it advances a vision of the world where only white people matter. It says that the sun rises and sets with white people. It suggests that white people wrote history. It assures white people that, no matter what else is true, they are the masters of the world. That all of this is framed in terms of judgment against the abstraction “white people” is incidental. I think if you could strip people down to their most naked self-interest and ask them, “would you be willing to take all the blame, if it meant you got all the power?,” most would say yes. And of course in this narrative people of color are sad little extras, unable even to commit injustice, manipulated across the chessboard by the omnipotent white masters whose interests they can’t even begin to oppose. All of this to score meaningless political points in debates about inequality and injustice.

I don’t have anything especially poignant to add (you really should read the whole piece). He repeatedly assures his reader that some of the more absurd aspects of anti-racism being described actually are real and quite pervasive. This move is necessary because, although his descriptions are objectively correct and plainly obvious, they cannot be articulated with appropriate harshness without it sounding like the writer is exaggerating (a poisonous rhetorical milieu made all the worse by conservative critics who could have a field day simply describing wokeness as it actually exists, but instead understand it in the most idiotic manner imaginable.)

But no, Freddie was not exaggerating. Everything he describes I have seen in person and in print multiple times. There exists, believe it or a not, a sizeable faction of the left that does not believe Imperial Japan was an imperialist power, that expecting non-white people to adhere to basic standards of decency is akin to slavery or genocide, and that black people are so inimically traumatized by historical racism (that such trauma is even literally embedded into their genes) that they cannot follow rules or obey laws. This is the state of liberal antiracism in the early twenty-twenties, and it doesn’t become any less ugly by us pretending that it’s not as bleak than it actually is.

Basically, people belong to two groups: Non-whites are non-entities and therefore sympathetic, blameless victims. Whites, conversely, are all-powerful and therefore the horrors faced by most people all across this blighted planet are caused by the very existence of whites. This understanding is racist, chauvinistic, narcissistic, and dehumanizing. And it’s utterly dominant in anti-racist discourses right now.

I have made this point before, but it bears repeating: whiteness and white supremacy have become conceptually indistinguishable. The former was previously understood as a description of a people’s racial markings and was therefore fluid and inchoate and, progressives once believed, a complete social construct, a fabrication, something that we faced an imperative to stop taking seriously. The latter concept, white supremacy, was used to describe myriad aspects of a pervasive system of racial inequality. A small child can suss out how weakening the conceptual status of the former is an absolutely necessary prerequisite for addressing the urgent concerns posed by the latter. 

Instead, however, the contemporary anti-racist left (call them what you want: corporate anti-racists, wokes, neoracists... it’s all the same stuff) has done the exact opposite. Racialization is calcified to the extent that we consider the presence of racial markers to be the sole driving force behind all human interactions. This makes malignancies unchangeable, but that’s beside the point. We’re not actually looking to reform systems and improve the lives of everyday people of color: we are, instead, concerned with burnishing the image of the Democratic party, helping dull grad students get their PhDs, and assisting the book sales of a small handful of the most cynical authors the human race has ever seen. 

But this is just all so incredibly absurd. Like... Jesus fucking Christ people, fucking think about this shit for a second or two. Take this piece for instance. It’s not from everydayfeminism or some random tumblr: it’s from the New York Times. It describes an incident in which two black middle school girls were very badly harassed--even urinated upon--by 4 middle school boys. The headline reads “A Racist Attack Shows How Whiteness Evolves.” The catch? The perpetrators of the attack were not white.

Just because the boys weren’t white doesn’t mean they weren’t doin’ some whiteness. Oh no. As the author explains:

While it’s tempting to see the reported ethnicity of the boys suspected in the assault as complicating the story and raising questions about whether the assault should be thought of as racist, I look at it through a different lens. Instead of asking what the boys’ reported racial identity tells us about the nature of the attack, we should see the boys as enacting American whiteness through anti-black assault in a very traditional way. In doing so, the assailants are demonstrating how race is a social construct that people make through their actions. They show race in the making, and show how race is something we perform, not just something we are in our blood or in the color of our skin.

Herein, race is not only real but inevitable, all-pervasive, and unchangeable. And race does not correlate with traditional markings like dialect, place of birth, or skin color. Nosir. Race is behavioral. The stuff this writer dislikes (rightly or wrongly) are what constitute whiteness. The stuff this writer loves (victimhood, and also presumably the Marvel Cinematic Universe) are what constitute non-whiteness. 

This idiotic conceptualization leads inevitably to all matter of malignancies--from petty inconveniences to world-historic atrocities--to be understood under the same umbrella, and emanating from the same magical force--a force which, it just so happens, we’ve already established cannot be altered or changed or even understood in a coherent manner. Whoops, sorry. But, hey, this is why it’s good that we don’t want to reform anything even though all we talk about is how bad everything is. Biden 2024, y’all: Keep America Entropic.

If this understanding of anti-racism had been explicitly designed to worsen and perpetuate racism, it could not have done a better job. But it wasn’t--maybe in the upper corridors of the liberal political and NGO sphere some people realized this was a great way to pretend to care about racism without actually changing anything, sure, but a vast majority of the people peddling and accepting this bullshit are earnest in their desire combat racism. They just can’t conceive of doing so in a manner that hasn’t fully internalized the deranged, neurotic mysticism that’s drilled into our heads from birth in order to make us accept the brutal inhumanities of neoliberalism. 

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

My favorite.

NEGAN. ┃ THE WALKING DEAD.

❝ words: about 900.

❝ summary: when Negan comes back, he just have two things on mind.

❝ warnings: language and Negan being Negan.

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“Honey-boonie, I am home!”

You weren't expecting him. At least, not till tomorrow. But as soon as his playful and happy tone of voice echoes through the hallway, outside of his large room —where you are most of your time—, you can't help but feel a little alleviated of knowing he's still alive. Safe and sound. Coming in carrying Lucille over his shoulder, you notice the blood on his face and also staining his black leather jacket and his hands. You lick your bottom lip carefully, barely perceptible, rising from the king-size bed as Negan opens his arms showing you a huge smile from ear-to-ear.

“Have you misse— Of course you have”.

His laugh fills the room, putting down the baseball bat close to the sofa, to unzip his jacket and toss it over it. When you're close enough, he grabs your left wrist to push you to his chest. His calloused hands go straight to your ass, squeezing it with no shame while he sinks his nose into your neck.

“Oh… Home… Home, sweet home”. Negan hums lively, while you're trying to keep your composure and not to fall for his charms. “Will you help me with a bath, uh?”

As if you had another option(...). And he doesn't even need your reply, only asking for mere courtesy. So he brings you to his private bathroom turning on the lights and starting to strip himself, while you prepare for him the bathtub, filling it with warm water. It's been a week since he left The Sanctuary and watching him coming closer totally naked doesn't help to contain your desire. Negan is not the most gentleman in the world, even if you have covered all your necessities as his favorite wife —fact that he has demonstrated you sometimes—, but his ego and his arrogance are always predominating.

He comes into the tub, submerging his anatomy till the water reaches his neck with a pleased grunt. Then, you kneel on the cold floor grabbing a sponge to start cleaning up his face. Negan rests his back against the bathtub closing his eyes inevitably for your touch, washing off the blood from his skin.

“This feels so fuckin' good, sweetheart”. He whispers slowly, dragging every syllable through his teeth.

You remain silent, continuing with your main task as always until he is completely clean. Sometimes, like these ones, you can't explain to yourself how it is possible that he can be so despot while seeing him so relaxed and not opening his mouth to spit some bullshit. But then, he turns again into the jerk he is most of the time, standing up and stepping out of the bathtub while studying you with his piercing eyes.

“Clothes off. You know the rules”. Negan orders, grabbing the soft towel to dry himself before tossing it to the floor.

Rules. You hate that damn word. You're not a slave. Not even his wife, officially. And even if it was the case, you wouldn't be his slave either. But you have to obey without complaining. Gulping a sigh, looking at him disappearing from the bathroom straight to his bed, you remove your dress and your underwear to join him.

After drawing the curtains, you lie on your side of his bed not knowing if Negan wants to sleep or use you to put on you the frustration of not finding what he was looking for in his last expedition. But your silent answer is soon responded, wrapping his arms around you to move you closer to him. One of his hands travels to your throat, urging you to crash your lips on his. Devouring your mouth with necessity. But not the kind that turns into lust. Just necessity for feeling you.

You would like to not moan when his tongue finds its way among your lips to arm-wrestle yours, but you have done it. You feel ashamed of how easy Negan could make you beg for a simple touch, trying to keep in mind that you're not the only woman he cares about, that he isn't in love with you —what you don't know is that he doesn't allow you to stay dressed under his sheets because he loves to smell his own scent on your skin.

The leader of the Saviors bites and sucks your bottom lip, forcing you to drink his delighted growls when you place a leg over his, not even thinking about it before doing it.

“You're like a fuckin' candy, you know that? So damn sweet, baby girl”. His words give you goosebumps on your bare skin, as his fingers hold tight your throat to make you look at him. “Bet you're fucking wet just for me, right now, aren't you?”

“Yes”. You sound pathetic, not being able to hide your voice almost wrecking for your actual condition.

His hoarse laugh brushing your lips plays with your mind in the worst way, feeling his free hand roaming your thigh up to the curve of your ass.

“I need some rest”. He just says in response lying on his back, sliding his right arm under your neck, as he uses his other hand to rub his nose. “Be ready for when I wake up… I want your legs well spread to fuck that little warm pussy of yours”.

Swallowing, you nod your head imperceptible, getting somewhat comfier against his body.

“Good girl”.

[exosmutfactory]

Royal Pains

stunning gif by tipannies

❥ This might be the most daring one shot of mine to date, so! Here we go

— Pairing: You & Baekhyun

— Genre/AU: smut, 

— Word Count: 2.8k

— Rating: 18(more like 21 >.<)+ (M)

— [ Contains: Plot ofc (can’t be helped). Some restraints ;) deepthroating, airplay/choking, slight degradation, voyeurism (eep), etc! ]

❥ This was a lot for me to even proof read okay, let me post this here and run

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Byun Baekhyun was never an easy man to please.

He’s belligerent, impatient and way too stiff for a man in his late-twenties. Though you suppose that is what comes with the responsibility of leading a kingdom. Nothing short of aggression and authority is expected of him with his title of power. And women across the land enjoy eating bare minimum affection out the palm of his stern hand - except for you.

If he’s a cold-blooded king, you are his ice queen to match.

You were that inwardly hotheaded, steel fratetrain of a princess that didn’t take shit from anyone, let alone the soon-to-be king whose name you never could remember yet face you never forget. He was always trying to boss you around your own house and intimidating all other men that tried to pursue you. And yet the annoying crown prince left quite the impression on you during those awkward royal-arranged dates and accidental yet totally coincidental meetings at night under the shining stars. 

You still ask yourself how you went from a love-hate courting arrangement to being the one to receive his late-night undivided attention and witnessing his eyes taking on the softest of expressions. Maybe you were a saint in your previous life.

But of course, there’s only a certain amount of time before you push each other’s buttons again. Keeping the peace balanced on a very sensitive scale will tilt out of order and end up sailing across the room eventually. Only so many small bickerings before your stubbornness straight-up rivals his assertiveness. Some occurrences of these types of arguments are better than others…

Much better than the one right now.

Someone calls your name. A deep voice that can be soft and melodic or choppy like an all-consuming storm deep at sea depending on the situation. In this instance, you can clearly hear the thunder in their tone that matches the hard look in their brown eyes when you raise your head from the blanket in your hands. “Baekhyun?” You murmur, head tilting in mild curiosity. Trying your best to ignore how good he looks in a white dress shirt, black slacks and a matching blazer that is complemented by his slightly pushed back hair.

He says your name again through gritted teeth, gesturing to the patio doors that lead out to the garden with a ring covered hand, “Did you dismiss the gardener?”

“His wife went into labor,” You justify, continuing to work on the red wool with soft clinks of the knitting needles.  

“The head chef?”

“A family emergency.”

You hear his teeth click together before he utters, “And the maid?”

Your needles are set down on your lap at that, “Nope. I fired her.” You chirp, irritation swelling in your chest at the mention of the wrench as you pick them back up. Counting back from 20 to will away your bubbling anger. 19, 18, 17-

Baekhyun inches closer in all his angry glory, black dress-shoes tapping on the marble floor. “And what reason do you have for that?”

“She was going around spewing bullshit about her being your fucking mistress.” You spat, clutching the needles so hard they bite into your skin.

He takes a deep deep breath, chuckling humorlessly. “So,” His hands are clasped behind his back, leaning forward to meet you eye-to-eye from your spot on a custom made leather couch with the tiniest of revengeful smiles. “Because of jealousy you decided to fire our 5th maid of the month.”

You know you should back off; try to contain your anger and let him have his little moment with soft words of compromise - but oh, the memory of catching that woman spraying the collar of his shirts with her nauseating perfume this morning… You’re murmuring under your breath before you can fully comprehend the reaction you’ll get. “Not my fault she was a pest and definitely not my fault for all the others you fired.” The others being gentlemen that respected your space and accompanied you on the loneliest of days by complementing your improving knitting skills and bonding over tear-jerking novels.

It’s silent for a few moments, and then Baekhyun chuckles, running a hand through his hair, “Always going out your way to give me a fucking headache.”

“If I’m a headache, you’re an eyesore,” You mutter under your breath, looking away. You can’t even bear to face him after that.

“An eyesore?” Baekhyun muses. You choose not to respond, dead-set on glaring a hole into the farthest wall as you will away the urge to cry.

Baekhyun grabs your chin and before you can snap at him, he’s kissing you with fever. The rough way his teeth tug at your bottom lip making you gasp into his mouth, the perfect opportunity for him to explore your wet caven. Blanket forgotten at your feet as he pulls you up and backs you up to the nearest wall; pelvis flush to yours. “Let’s see how much of an eyesore I am after this.”

He hoists you up into the air before you can say anything; carrying you bridal-style to your bedroom as butterflies nervously flutter around in your stomach. You know where this is heading. Not even blinding rage can keep the fire from growing between your legs.

Baekhyun lowers you to the bed gently as if you are having your first night together all over again. Slender hands pulling at your blue ballroom dress and the blossoms of daisies out of the carefully woven braid in your hair. Scattering them on the sheets of your California King sized bed as he presses his lips back to yours.

You gladly recuperate his endless kisses, relaxing further under the familiar weight of his body and the soft caress of his wandering hands…

Until the tell-tale sound of a lock clicking into place reaches your ears.

Your eyes snap open but you’re a second too late; both of your hands, cuffed, to a bar in the headboard. And it’s not with the usually fluffy baby pink ones. No. You’re chained to the bed like that of a prisoner under the unforgiving guard of your husband; gazing down at you with the darkest of eyes. “B-Baek-” A firm hand wraps around your throat, silencing you.

“I think..” He hums, eyes lazily running over your helpless form; a smirk playing on his lips, “That you’ve done enough talking for today.”

Another look from him keeps you from protesting through your parted lips; his thumb rubbing unhurriedly along your neck leaving you to gulp as he steps off the bed. You lift your head to see what he’s doing, only catching a glimpse of him pulling off his tie before the handcuffs rattle against the headboard.

Baekhyun looks at you from over his shoulder with a tsk, completely loosening the silk material from around his neck before approaching the bed again.

You bear your neck, expecting him to tie it there only for the soft material to be pressed against your eyes.

“Since I’m such an eyesore,” He mocks, tying the blue material firmly around your head, “Guess you won’t be needing to see, will you?”

Your noise of protest only earns you a sharp smack to your sensitive core, making your thighs snap shut with a yelp.

“Keep those legs open,” He warns in a low tone, rummaging around the room while you quickly obey; spreading wide and straining your ears to hear him. Your cheeks darkening at the tell-tale signs of arousal covering the inside of your thighs.

“Look at you,” Baekhyun muses by your side; the lightest brush of his fingers across your folds making you gasp, bucking your hips. The slender digits tease over your thigh before rubbing the wetness into your skin. “Already dripping onto the sheets.”

“Baek.” You bite back a whine, holding your breath at the light rustle of clothes and obscene slick sounds that meet your ears. Baekhyun’s weight is fully dipping next to you in the bed; lewd wet sounds coming from lazy strokes of his cock. You whimper, wishing you could see how he looks right now, all flushed cheeks with those brown eyes so blown with lust that they appear black. His soft pants and quiet groans put you in a state of arousal that you’re rudely awoken from by a sharp pain on your thigh. Your whole body jolting up with a shout. “Baekhyun, what the fuck-” You pause, breath catching at the leathery texture gliding across your sensitive skin. 

“It’s been a while, hmm?” Baekhyun muses with a chuckle. A faint whoosh the only warning you get before it’s coming down on you again. You gasp, biting your lip as the brief pain ebbs away; the implications of him using the riding crop sinking in. This definitely isn’t going to be one of those nights he goes easy on you. No, you’re fucked and can only get more fucked from here.

The sinful sounds of skin against skin and your quiet whimpers fill the air as he continues to spank your thighs with the pleasantly painful material. One hit being so close to your wet cunt you arch your back with a broken whimper of his name, nearly cumming at the lingering burn it leaves alone.

“Tsk always so greedy,” Baekhyun murmurs; pace increasing on his cock while dropping the leather crop next to you. The volume of his groans indicating his orgasm making you tug at your restraints; helplessly squirming in the sheets. “B-Baek, please.”

“What do you want, sweetheart.” He sighs, hand resting so high on your thigh you tremble in anticipation.

“Y-Your-” You bite hard on your lip, throwing your head back when he brushes his thumb over your throbbing clit. “Your cock!” You gasp, trying your best not to melt under his touch; thighs trembling in want. “I-I want to suck your cock, p-please..”

“Hmm.” Baekhyun bites your earlobe, drawing a gasp from your throat before you sense his clothed thighs straddling your chest. The wet tip of his pressing against your bottom lip.

You lick your suddenly dry lips, tasting his precum as he slowly slides into your awaiting mouth. The weight of him on your tongue making you keen under him, choking a little when he hits the back of your throat. His quiet moan shooting heat right down to your core.

“Such a good girl.” He sighs, firmly gripping your hair; your eyes welling up with tears every time he sinks into your throat. “So tight and warm for me.”

You moan, curling your tongue around his tip when he pulls out to let you catch your breath. The way his hold tightens in your hair has you gulping down his precum, preparing for what comes next.

Baekhyun quickly slides his cock down your throat with ease, groaning as your nose hits his pelvis. The way he takes your breath away with every quickened thrust has you moaning along with him, swallowing around his thick girth as his grunts meet your ears, loving the sound of his cock stuffing you full.

You could keep going like this for hours. Letting him fuck your throat raw and leave your jaw aching for days. His high pitched moans and merciless thrusts leaving the biggest inferno between your trembling legs.

“Ah.” He suddenly grunts, slipping out of your mouth and pulling away before you feel the hot spurts of cum dripping on your chest and down to the messy sheets below.

“Fuck.” Baekhyun sighs, not paying your whine of disappointment any mind as he shuffles farther down your body. The soft material of his pants brushing over the back of your thighs barely a warning before he’s slipping into your weeping core. You gasp, tugging hard at your restraints. The delicious burn of his thick length making you clench hard on his cock.

“Mmm.” He moans, pushing in to the hilt. “Always so wet for me.”

You bite your lip in vain to keep quiet as he wraps his hand around your throat; his loud groans and your quiet whimpers fill the room along with the slamming of the headboard and the wet smacks of his cock ramming into your walls.

“So so greedy.” Baekhyun chuckles darkly, picking up the pace with a tight grip on your hips. You moan, but a certain, small noise reaches your ears. A distant whimper. Misplaced for the privacy of your bedroom.

“I can feel you clenching down on me.” Baekhyun pants, pulling you out of your thoughts as he angles his hips; the brute force of his thrusts slamming into your cervix in that painfully pleasant way he knows makes your back arch and toes curl. Your cunt gripping him like a vice. “Greedy girl. Fuck, your pussy was made for my cock.”

You can do nothing but arch your back, breathlessly moaning his name until you feel the tie being pulled from your face. Your blurry eyes opening as it slips down to rest around your sweaty neck, the shocking view in front of you enough to make your building orgasm stop dead in its tracks. Because there. Just beyond Baekhyun’s gloriously clothed form, is three familiar figures kneeling near the foot of the bed.

“Finally caught on, sweetheart?” Baekhyun chuckles, slowing down to grind against your clit as you choke on your words; jaw dropping at his audacity. At the display of the maids you’ve fired watching on with wide, envious eyes, or the way he is milking your g-spot, you do not know. But damn if it doesn’t make you tighten more around him..

Your eyes can’t seem to look away from the people kneeling with their hands tied behind their backs. Three sets of hungry eyes focused on the pair of you as the palace guards keep their gazes away out of respect. Your attention isn’t brought back to Baekhyun until he hisses, releasing your neck to push your thighs to your chest and tangle his hand in your hair. “Keep your eyes.” He growls, yanking your head back to stare directly into your eyes. “On me.”

You gasp loudly, clamping down on him with a nod. Doing your very best to keep up the new position despite the burn in your hamstring, the throbbing at the roots of your hair under his unforgiving grip and his punishing thrusts. The tip of his cock nailing your g-spot without fail as your thighs shake; pressing your feet to his chest for stability. The slight shift in position making you cry out in bliss.

“Hmmm is my greedy whore going to cum?” Baekhyun asks in that slight condescending tone that drives you wild. You can’t look away from his fiery filled eyes, so many emotions of love and lust swirling in the orbs that you find yourself drowning deeper in the tighter the coil builds up in your core. Gushing around him as the others in the room are brought back to your attention by the restless shuffling coming from the floor.

Baekhyun chuckles at the red coloring your cheeks. “Dirty girl.” He murmurs, brushing his lips over your ankle before holding your hips down to the bed. “You enjoy being watched. Your pussy is weeping for it.” He gives your clit a swift smack that has you arching your back with a cry of his name; shaking at the seams. A burning stare catches your eye just as he’s sliding his hand down your stomach and between your quivering thighs.

Baekhyun’s fingers rub mercilessly on your throbbing clit while you’re locked eyes with one of the men who was your previous maid; feeling a sense of courageous sexual power surge through your veins as you are finally brought over the edge. Until Baekhyun slips out the moment you clench down on him.

You're left gasping under him as your walls spasm in defeat; a broken sob ripped from your throat as he strokes himself to completion. His cum landing on top of your mound and dripping down your quivering entrance at the tail end of your ruined orgasm.

Baekhyun hums, lazily rubbing his tip over your sensitive core as he takes in the tears streaming down your cheeks; softly cupping your cheek as he waves the others away without a glance. He waits until they are gone before moving to release you, planting a kiss to both your red wrists before meeting your eyes with his now soft brown ones that you’ve come to love so much. “Next time talk to me first before dismissing anyone from work, okay?”

You look at him for a moment with a sniffle before nodding, letting him pull you into his warm arms. Your eyes narrow behind his back as he whispers sweet words in your ear..

Yeah, Baekhyun doesn’t expect to be put on probation from sex for the next two weeks..

Or the confirmed pregnancy test two weeks after that.

[giuliafc]

Betrayal Chapter 15: Caught Dead to Rights

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Written by: JuliaFC

Beta: Agrestebug

Summary: Everyone has a massive surprise when Lila's plan unfolds even more. Now the question is… how is Chat Noir going to disappear without raising suspicions? (993 words)

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc, TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Written for the "Snippet July" challenge of the Miraculous Fanworks Discord server @miraculousfanworks AND for LadyNoir July @ladynoirjuly Day 26 — Immaculate/reveal. Let me know what you think!

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"I'm sorry, sir," whispered Nathalie as grey eyes met cerulean blue. Her frown showed concern as she kneeled, resting her bottom on her heels.

"You've been reckless. What were you thinking, unifying Miraculouses in your condition." Gabriel's tone was curt despite his softer gaze.

Nathalie flashed him a small smile. "I'm okay. I feel better than I have in a long time."

Gabriel gave a good look to his assistant: her cheeks were much rosier than usual, her hair shinier, her eyes energetic and lively. "The Miraculous Cure… it healed you completely!"

Nathalie nodded. "Yes. I feel like a new per—" But her eyes (and Chat Noir's) widened in shock when Gabriel, very uncharacteristically, rested his head on her shoulder in a rare display of affection.

"I'm glad," he said before looking into her eyes again. "I never wanted you to pay for my foolishness."

Before Nathalie could respond, a voice resounded in the silence of the cave:

"Everyone, hands up!" Gabriel’s face fell into immense shock when Lieutenant Raincomprix and a small team of officers he'd never seen came out of hiding. "I said HANDS UP!" As six different guns were pointed at them, Nathalie raised her hands, and so did the heroes and Su-Han. Gabriel jerked his arms from behind his back to make them understand that he couldn't move.

"What's the meaning of this, Lieutenant? It's an invasion of private property and totally uncalled for," said Gabriel harshly, but Lieutenant Raincomprix smirked, moving closer to him.

"Leave that bullshit for someone else, Papillombre." He glanced at Emilie's coffin and shuddered. "Mlle. Rossi was right. You're a monster! What have you done to your son?"

Gabriel eyed Chat Noir and noticed how perplexed he too was. "My son? What has Adrien got to do with this?"

"Mlle. Rossi told us everything. How you kidnapped her after hearing the news that she may be Ladybug and how Adrien let her escape. I don't see Adrien anywhere. Where is he?"

If looks could kill, Roger Raincomprix would be a dead man. Gabriel dagger-eyed the lieutenant as he realised what must have happened. Lila Rossi had told the police to avoid being involved in his arrest after the truth came out. She must've shown the officers the back entrance to the cave. He should never have shared that information with her.

"Leave my son out of this, Lieutenant. He's safe in his room. He's got nothing to do with this."

"We know he had no knowledge of your actions." Raincomprix smirked as he moved behind Gabriel's back and forced him to stand up. "You're under arrest, M. Agreste, for acts of terrorism, necromancy and child abuse. And you too, Mlle. Sancoeur. We know you supported M. Agreste's criminal activities as Mayura."

Another officer approached Nathalie, but before they got close, Ladybug and Chat Noir put themselves in between them.

"Kids, move away. Leave it to the experts!"

Ladybug's gaze hardened. "With all due respect, Lieutenant, you're making a mistake. Mlle. Sancoeur had a vital role in our investigation," said Ladybug. "If it weren't for her double agent skills, we wouldn't have been able to catch M. Agreste. Unfortunately when we arrived he had been robbed already of the Miraculous of the Butterfly, but we have recovered the Peacock, which means that Paris is now free of the plague of Sentimonsters."

"What?" muttered the officer.

"When we arrived someone, we don't know who, took the source of power from M. Agreste. He's now a harmless civilian," said Carapace. Ladybug didn't fail to notice the sad smile that popped on Chat Noir's lips when the hero called his father harmless, and she rested a hand on his shoulder for comfort.

"Unfortunately today isn't as happy a day as we wanted it to be for Paris, Lieutenant. I'm Rena Rouge by the way," added Pégase Marron when the officer furrowed his eyebrows, probably trying to recognise her. "We've worked hard with Mlle. Sancoeur to frame Papillombre, but we've lost his Miraculous again, and... my Miraculous too." She lowered her gaze and clenched her fists. "We fear that a new villain will soon be on the rise. The citizens of Paris should know about it and be prepared."

Roger Raincomprix paled. "That's bad news." He darted his gaze between Pégase Marron and Ladybug, evidently unsure on what to do.

"You're right to arrest M. Agreste," intervened Ladybug. "The crimes he's committed against the city of Paris and against his own son won't disappear only because he lost his source of power. You should drop all charges against Mlle. Sancoeur on the other hand."

The Lieutenant's expression hardened again. "That's not what we have been told. We've interrogated a few of Adrien Agreste's classmates and teachers. Both M. Agreste and Mlle. Sancoeur abused Adrien blatantly."

"Your information is far from correct, Lieutenant," intervened Chat Noir. "Mlle. Sancoeur was only obeying orders, and she had to comply to not raise suspicions. She doesn't deserve a criminal record because of this ordeal. I'm sure that when we find Adrien Agreste, he'll confirm."

Raincomprix's hold on Gabriel's arms didn't falter as he looked the hero in black straight in the eye. "Let's look for him then. You're all coming with us."

"Don't you dare touch me, woman!" shouted Su-Han when one of the officers tried to grab hold of his arms. He looked between the Lieutenant and Ladybug, probably unsure of what to do.

"That's Master Su-Han, a celestial guardian of the Miraculous and my mentor. He's not a criminal," said the heroine, and the officer moved away, but kept a vigilant eye on the bald monk.

"I think Ladybug is enough to deal with the situation, I'll have to s-cat!" tried Chat Noir, but Raincomprix glared at him.

"You'll follow us, Chat Noir. Hero or not, you're involved. We'll all go look for Adrien Agreste."

Chat Noir gulped dryly as Ladybug firmly took his hand. "Okay then. Lead the way, Lieutenant."

To be continued… Day 27

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Author's Note

Whoop whoop, day 26 out of the way. I know, people would expect 'reveal' to be something different but… identities were all out of the bag by now so… I had to get original :D Please let me know what you thought of the chapter in the comments! We're close to the end now :)

Until tomorrow, bug out!

[atmostories]

Greg Tolan x Reader

What is this bullshit you may ask? I don’t fucking know, I’ve managed to reign it in as just a one shot and thought you might enjoy reading it? Rest assured Chapter Six of Matter is coming. My heart needed a little break cos it’s hurting me lol. Speaking of hurting. . . Tags: Rape/Non Con, Gender Neutral, Sadism, Masochism, Injury, Dom/sub Undertones, BDSM Elements, Explicit  Inspired by this video from @winksasleeplesseye​ and the lovely @kingkarate​ x - - - You tried not to tense when you spotted Greg coming down the corridor with his buddies in tow. Grabbing another textbook from your locker, you kept your head down, hoping that he wouldn't notice you. But of course. . .you weren't that lucky. “How's the little tulip doing today, hmm?” He asked sarcastically before snatching the textbook from your hand. He was leaning up against the lockers, making a show of flicking through the pages. You swallowed nervously, your eyes flicking down his body before you could stop yourself. At least his buddies weren't with him anymore to see you checking him out. Fuck that would have been bad.

When he turned his attention back to your direction, you lowered your head. Sometimes looking him in the eye seemed to antagonise him, other times- “Look at me,” he ordered softly. You stilled at the quiet authority in his voice and immediately obeyed him. A smirk twitched up his lips. He then purposefully dropped the textbook onto the ground. Greg crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, expectant of you picking it up. Your cheeks flushed with heat and his smile only widened. As you crouched down and were about to pick up the textbook, he spoke again. “Oh and tie my shoelaces while you're down there.” Blood rushed to your ears. For a few moments you couldn't move, was he really asking you to do this? In front of everyone walking past? “I'm not going to tell you again.” The threat was clear, if you looked up from the floor he would probably be clenching his fists. With shaky hands you reached for one of his sneakers which was untied. You made the first knot, ensuring that it wasn't too tight or too loose. Then you carefully tied together the two loops you'd made before tying the loops again to make it extra secure. Your face was hot as you took to your feet, nerves swirling in your gut. You hoped you'd done a good enough job. “Forgetting something?” The amusement was evident in his words. You looked down, checking to see if his other sneaker was tied when you noticed the textbook was still on the floor, you hadn't picked it up. You quickly bent down and grabbed it, trying to ignore the growing embarrassment. As you stood up, your head bashed into the locker door and you grunted in pain. Your eyes were watering from how much it hurt. His expression changed into something more serious, the amusement had completely gone from his face but it wasn't replaced by pity. It wasn't that at all. For a brief second his lips parted open and you could have sworn he looked down at your mouth. “Good thing I needed this,” he mumbled, taking the textbook from your hand. He brushed past you without another word and you watched him stalk off down the corridor, somehow disappointed that he had left. - - - Over the next few days, you only saw Greg in passing, once in the cafeteria, another time on the soccer field during gym class. It felt. . .strange for him not to come find you like he always did. You didn't know what the fuck was wrong with you. It should have been something to celebrate and here you were, still wondering where he was. That must have been the self-preservation, it wasn't like you actually missed him. It couldn't have been that. For third period biology class, you got your usual seat at the back. This was the only class you had with Greg and the anticipation of seeing him again had you on edge. You shared the desk with Nick and when he sat down next to you, he mumbled a greeting and you said hi back. There was less than a minute to go before class officially started and Greg still hadn't turned up. You looked back and forth between the clock and the door. Was he sick or something? Maybe he was skipping class for once or- Your heart twinged as he strolled into the classroom. He was wearing jeans, a bright blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up and those stupid fingerless gloves. Staring at his sneakers, you were glad to see both his shoelaces were tied. Why were his feet still getting closer? He was second row from the front, he was. . .he was glaring at Nick, gesturing for him to get lost. Nick immediately shot up from his chair and found an empty seat elsewhere. Fuck, fuck, why was he sitting down next to you? He flashed you his teeth in a wide grin as he sat down beside you. “Miss me?” He teased. You slipped a hand down to your chair, about to shift as far from him as possible, but he stuck out a leg, his foot wrapping around one of the chair legs to prevent you from moving. “Don't be rude,” he chided softly. Before he could say anything else, your teacher started the class and began to talk about next week's pop quiz. Suddenly your chair was yanked in his direction and you had to grab onto the desk before you lost your balance. He had just dragged you even closer to him. You focused on the blackboard behind the teacher even though you could feel his eyes trying to burn a hole into you. In the corner of your eye, you watched him slowly peel off his gloves and tried not to think about how big his hands were. When your teacher rolled out the television and turned on a documentary about photosynthesis, you were relieved that you wouldn't actually have to talk to him. With the blinds closed and lights turned off, the documentary started playing at an uncomfortably loud volume. It wasn't like you could ignore how close he was, but maybe you could relax a little. After only a couple of minutes, your luck ran out yet again. You froze in sheer panic when he grabbed onto your wrist and placed your arm on his thigh. His grip only tightened as you tried to break free. Using his other hand, he slowly pulled up the sleeve of your sweater until it was bunched up above your elbow. You attempted to wrench away your arm for the second time but he held you steady. He was completely unfazed by your desperate movements. The strength he had never felt so acute, you've never felt so weak. His fingers traced down the soft flesh of your forearm, and for a brief moment you registered pleasure. He then pinched at your skin and twisted. Somehow you managed to hold back a cry of pain. You gritted your teeth as he twisted even harder and you clenched your eyes shut. Fuck it hurt. An unsteady breath escaped you when he finally stopped. The reprieve lasted only a couple of seconds before he moved further down your arm and pinched you again. Without thinking, you reached over and grabbed his hand to try and stop him. He responded by pulling back one of your fingers, threatening to break it. “Put your arm on the desk,” he murmured in your ear. He spoke the words so softly you almost shuddered. The contrast between the comforting sound of his voice and the pain he was inflicting made you feel confused. An ache in your heart seemed to dissipate outwards before moving down to your gut, and in between your legs. When you didn't immediately comply, he wrenched your finger back a little more. You did as he asked and laid out your arm on the desk. There was nothing you could do. If you called out to the teacher, he'd just make it worse for you later. He was in complete control and you didn't understand why part of you felt gratified by it. “That's good,” he whispered, shifting his grip on your wrist. Arousal coiled in your gut and your eyes widened at the sensation. What the fuck was wrong with you? Why were you- He pinched and twisted the skin above the crux of your elbow so hard that you had to bring your hand to your mouth and bite down on your knuckle. You were able to muffle the cry that escaped you. If the TV wasn't so loud, someone would have heard. But no one did. No one knew what he was doing to you, and even if they did, they wouldn't do a damn thing. The pressure of sinking your teeth around your knuckle was almost balancing out the pain in your arm. “What did I say?” He reminded you. Turning towards him, you could still make out his face even with the blinds closed. “Please,” you begged, shaking your head at him. “Please.” He raised his eyebrows like he was waiting for the correct response. It made you think of the other day, when he said that he wasn't going to tell you again. You laid your arm out flat on the desk, splaying your fingers wide. “Don't look away from me,” he ordered. You stared helplessly at his dark eyes. He immediately resumed, he pulled and twisted your skin, continuously finding undamaged flesh to inflict more agony. A constant stream of soft grunts and whines kept bubbling up your throat and there was no way for you to hold them back. You couldn't take in a proper breath, he didn't stop. He didn't stop at all. Your eyes were watering, the tears spilt freely down your cheeks. His mouth was parted open like he was enjoying you suffer. Your toes were curled, your feet started to drag back and forth across the floor trying find purchase. He hooked his leg around both of yours to pin them against the chair and stop you from moving. Any relief you tried to seek, he tore it away. You were shaking. His fingers kept finding the most sensitive parts of your arm. It hurt so much, it hurt so fucking much. He never looked away from you. Your lips were trembling. You were light headed. You couldn't take in enough air. It was like he was tearing you apart. It was like he- A gasp escaped you when his hand reached in between your legs and he squeezed. An intense shot of pleasure ripped through you and your thighs clenched against him. Your body shook. Oh fuck, oh fuck you just came. He rubbed against you for a few moments before he pulled away. You watched him in horror, not understanding what happened, barely able to think past the throb in between your legs. He smiled at you softly. “My little tulip hmm, I knew you liked it too.”

[bigbangclappin]

Gaslight

Word count: 1.5

Genre: Smut, semi-angst, bikerau!

Pairing: ReaderXJohnny

Warnings: cursing, oral female receiving, hints of criminal activity.

Summary: This is a continuation of Welcome Home. 

The party was beautiful and everything was going well. Nobody was thinking about the past. They were here for a good time and good friends.

Johnny’s arm was nestled around your waist as you spoke to one of the member’s old lady. He hadn’t been able to separate himself from you since he came home. If you left the room he went with you, if you scooted over on the couch he moved too. 

You didn’t mind because you missed him too. When the other woman excused herself you found your fiancé staring at you with what could only be explained as manly heart eyes.

Fingers locked with his you chuckled, “What is it?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “You’re just so beautiful and I can’t believe that you’re mine.”

You leaned into his side and met his lips tenderly, “I love you too.”

He played with your hair idly as more and more members came to chat with him, booze flowing and weed burning it was shaping up to be a good time. 

You felt Johnny’s phone vibrate in his pocket. The way he moved the burner phone away from you pissed you off. Who would be texting him that wasn’t here at the party? A ‘business associate’ he didn’t want you to know about more than likely. You didn’t take too kindly to the feeling of suspicion. It made it worse when your man whistled and Yuta gave him a nod.

“Tell me you are not—”

“(Y/n) don’t.” He didn’t snap nor did he raise his voice but the firm tone he gave you made you angry. Somethings just never change. You yanked your hand from his out of frustration.

“You promised me.” You ground out through clenched teeth.

He squeezed your thigh tightly in warning his eyes filled with authority that you lived to question, “Drop it baby.” 

Glaring at him in anger you yanked his arm off of you and stood until you heard your man tsk in annoyance at your reaction. You didn’t know what he expected from you when he was so blatantly breaking his promise to you.

“Where are you going?” Johnny called as you headed for your shared bedroom. You just gave him the finger and slammed your door shut.

He would not make a fool of you in front of the entire club and their significant others. You were the president’s old lady. It was your job to stay aloof in situations like these. Never could you ever compromise Johnny’s authority in front of the others. Even if that meant sacrificing your dignity to keep his in check. 

Behind closed doors though now that was a different story. You pushed each other to your limits physically and mentally. Two type A personalities were sure to clash and when they’re lovers? It’s explosive.

You both were stubborn idiots when you were mad. A little violent at that too. Many times you’ve had to be separated by Jaehyun or Taeyong because you had resorted to either throwing things at him or you started beating on his chest. 

Throwing yourself down on the bed you flicked on the television completely over your fiancé and his constant bullshit already. 

“Babe come on do you have to do this right now? With the entire club out there?” 

Johnny asked you bursting through your door a hint of annoyance in his voice and his posture rigid as he slammed the door behind him. 

Glaring at him in annoyance you continued to ignore him; he sighed in irritation. Running a hand over his face.

“Are you really going to act like this?” He snapped when you continued to ice him out.

Arms crossed over your chest and your attention glued to the TV you heard Johnny sigh. Then you felt the bed dip and his soothing touch caressing the soft flesh of your ankle.

“Babygirl—” you cut him off by pushing your foot into his chest.

“I don’t want you touching me.”

He let out a chuckle with a hint of annoyance, “(Y/N) I haven’t been able to touch you when I please for the past two years are you really going to deny me?”

If your stomach could turn to molten lava in anger you were pretty sure now would be the time. Punkass put you through hell because of his choices not yours and he was really going to play that card? 

“Denied.” You replied deadpanned when he went to stroke your leg again, “Just like I was when you were locked up. Like I’m going to be when you end up behind bars again because your dumbass is being reckless.”

“Watch it,” he growled, grabbing your leg pulling you towards his lips and placing warm kisses on your calf. 

“Johnny this isn’t something you can kiss away.” You protested doing your best to resist his tenderness.

“I know but it definitely takes the sting away.”

You rolled your eyes but you were finding it hard to resist as his kisses began to travel upwards. He was turning you on and he knew it by his smug smirk.

“Come on baby let me say sorry for leaving you alone…” He mumbled against your thighs.

Him looking at you with that stunning smile paired with being between your legs, your panties were ruined as was your resolve but the urge to tease him? Oh no that was strong and urgent.

You clamped your thighs together; in effect Johnny had to back off and he gave you a bewildered look. You shrugged your shoulders.

“J I don’t want to hurt your feelings but you’re so rusty that my vibrator gets me off quicker than your tongue.”

The chord you struck within his manly pride you swear caused a vein to bulge on the side of his neck. Was it harsh? Of course it was but so was abandoning you for two years.

“You weren’t saying that last night—”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Babe I faked it.”

“The fuck You did.” He snorted indignantly, “You can’t fake squirting.”

Your cheeks blushed crimson then. You did squirt but you chalked that up to two years of quickies and no head. Deprive a girl long enough and it’s bound to happen.

Johnny noticed your silence and took it as a victory as he slithered between your legs again pushing your dress further up your thighs.

“Just let me have my dessert yeah?”

God none of your ex’s ever got excited to eat you out the way your fiancé did. None of them made you squirm for them the way Johnny could.

“Hips up.” He commanded his fingers in the waistband of your thong. His hand slapping your ass cheek when you didn’t obey quick enough. He took hold your thighs in his strong arms and pulled you down just enough so that you could feel his breath hot on your pussy.

You whimpered when he teased you with his finger; lightly running his longest digit through the slick of your folds. Bucking your hips toward him you heard him chuckle.

“Baby don’t be a tease.”

“You gonna forgive me if I fuck you with my mouth?”

 You’d let him join the circus at that point. Anything he wanted was his as long as he used his tongue on you.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” He asked again, his finger just barely slipping inside you.

“I’ll forgive you.”

“That’s my Babygirl.”

If heaven was real it was Johnny’s freaking tongue. God the way he sucked on your clit just right to have your back arching and your toe’s curling was God’s work.

Your hands reached down to grasp his hair, tugging when his tongue dipped inside your cunt. Your head killed back on to the pillow as you cursed.

“Fuck Youngho!” You cried out when he began to fuck you with his fingers. Spurned on by the use of his birth name. His tongue, swirling, sucking, and loving on your swollen clit. 

“Tell me how much you missed me baby and I’ll make you cum…” his deep voice sending vibrations to your very core.

“Missed you so much God I missed you,” you huffed out running your hands through his hair just to keep hold of your sanity. “Oh God Youngho right there, please, please don’t stop.”

He hummed against your folds that perfect sound sent you tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm was intense as you shook, Johnny lapped at your pussy until you pushed him away because of how sensitive you were.

When your fiancé came up from between your thighs he planted a fiery kiss on your lips. You were able to taste yourself and lord it lit you up.

“Once you get the feeling back in your legs come join the party. I have an announcement to make.”

Johnny called as he dipped in to the bathroom no doubt to wash your orgasm from his face.

You were curious but also ticked at the same time because he was able to distract you from what you really wanted to know.

Next time you wouldn’t give in. You’d get the information you wanted. No amount of his tongue technology would prevent you from your goal.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Love of my life; Ahkmenrah x reader

*Author’s note*

I promised you guys didn’t I? Well here is Part 2 to History comes to life In this chapter there is nothing but FLUFFY PINING, some hints of flirting(?), but above all LOVING. And a bit of makeout (but it’s all PG). I also couldn’t help myself with this fic by adding a certain band in this and joking around with the fact that Rami played both these characters/people so I hope you all enjoy the little fun poke I do in this fic. Enjoy my lovelies :) 

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It was five months after the whole Save the museum fiasco.  And even though my internship ended, thanks to Larry I was still able to come anytime whether to do additional research or just to spend time with my new friends. Teddy was an excellent historian and it was amazing to hear some of the stories that only the real Teddy Roosevelt would know.

Sacagawea was great female company to have around when the men got to be a bit too much.  She told me about her story and she even taught me how to shoot a real Native American bow and arrow.  Even though I couldn’t quite understand him, Attila was fun to be around, he and the rest of his Huns always wanted me to tell them stories and see if I could perform any tricks for them (thankfully I still remember some of the close up magic card tricks I used to do for Nicky when he was younger).

Then there was Jed and Octavius.  Those two—they are something I’ll give you that. They especially like to watch funny cat videos on Youtube.  

Of course they still have their moments where they butt heads but either I or Larry are there to set them straight before they’re once again besties.

And of course I can’t forget, the pharaoh himself, Ahkmenrah.  Every night he and I would spend the most time together.  From learning each other’s life story, to dancing along to some of my favorite songs or showing him my favorite artists/bands.

Throughout all the time that Ahkmen and I have spent together, my feelings for him slowly began to grow.  I tried to hide it but every time I tried to ignore it, my feelings for the millennia’s old pharaoh just kept growing and growing.  The way his light blue eyes would stare into mine just felt like he was piercing my soul.  

They made you feel not only insecure because they held such regalness to them, but they made you feel safe because even with him being probably the highest authority in history he’d never make you feel like you were inferior to him.

His smile was like—literally looking into the sun because it made you feel so warm inside.  And when he touches your hand—it could damn well just make you melt.

The two of us were currently in the Hall of African mammals sitting up along the lion’s perch.  Ahkmenrah was currently stroking the top of the male lion whom he’s named Maahes, while I had the female leopard I named Seshat with her head on my lap, her deep purring sounding off as I stroked her head.

“So is it really true you knew the Guardian of Brooklyn before he took his post?”

“Yeah, the Daley’s and I go way back to when I was in high school. Nicky was probably the best kid I ever babysat. He never spoke back to me and he wasn’t spoiled. He’s—really become like my little brother.”

“Consider yourself lucky to not have any other sibling.” He said trailing off.  I noticed the somber look on his face and I knew Maahes saw it too.  The king of the beasts actually nuzzled against Ahkmenrah letting out a gentle roar.  “Thank you my friend.” Ahkmenrah thanked him as the king of the beasts suddenly turned into a kitten right before my eyes as he lay right across Akhmen’s lap.

“Now I know that you saw cats as link to the gods, did you ever go so far as to actually owning big cats such as these Maahes and Seshat?”

“My father did once own a lion of his very own. Unfortunately he got a little too rough with Kahmunrah and father was forced to get rid of him. My only real exotic pet would’ve been Horus, my falcon. He was such a reliable companion.”

“You must’ve trained him well.”

“He was a clever bird. Sharp as a whip and as clever as any man.” He reminisced.  Just before I could respond, I felt Seshat leave my lap and her ears twitched about.  Maahes reacted the same way as he hopped off the perch and joined alongside Seshat.

The two big cats soon crouched down into a hunting position as they both slowly stalked out of the hall right towards the door.

Ahkmen and I looked at each other confused before the two big cats took off like a shot before roaring out and we both heard two very familiar screams.

“Octavius!”

“Jed!” the two of us cried out as we raced out of the room and down the hall.  As we reached the end of the hallway we saw the two big cats crouched over with their front paws outward.

“Oh Ahkmenrah, lady (y/n). we are sorry to intrude on your time together…..” Octavius said from between Maahes’ paws.

“It’s alright, Octavius. Maahes, release him!” Ahkmenrah first started off calmly before going into his kingly tone.  That low and demanding tone that just made me want to bow before him and do whatever he wished.

Maahes grumbled before obeying and released Octavius. But that’s when I remembered that there was also a second voice that screamed.

“Where’s Jed?”

‘Bout time someone remembered me!’ oh dear god not again!

“Seshat! Drop him!” She looked up at me with those kitten eyes of hers but I scolded the young leopardess. “Right now!” she then spat out Jedidiah and he soon came tumbling out covered in cat spit.  Ahkmen and I both made a face of disgust as Jed brushed himself off.

“Stupid cat!” he called up at Seshat.  She hissed down at Jed.

“Steady my friend, she’s a young kitten after all. She still doesn’t know any better.” Octavius said.  I took out a tissue and ripped a portion of it and handed it to Jed.

“Not that we’re not happy to see you both but why have you come all the way over here without the racecar? You know it’s dangerous for you both to be here, especially with Maahes and Seshat.” I said to him.

“That dangum monkey stirred up some trouble once again. He opened up the hallway window near our exhibit and before we knew it, we were attacked by giant birds.” Jed proclaimed as he cleaned himself off.

“Oh great, the onetime Larry gets sick leaving me to take care of the museum and already Dexter is making things difficult for me.” I whined.

“I’m sure it isn’t that bad.” Ahkmen tried to comfort me.

“Uhh yeah right. No offense your highness but this is probably the worst thing to ever strike our exhibits since we were at war with each other.” Jed laughed.

“It’s probably best we show you both what we are dealing with.” I knelt down and extended my hand and allowed the two miniature leaders to climb aboard before we all headed to the Hall of miniatures.

When we got there, we were definitely not expecting what Jed and Octavius had told us.  The entire room was surrounded by dozens hell maybe even almost 100 pigeons.

“Oh my god.”

“You see what I mean! Birds everywhere!”

“How could there be so many?” Ahkmen asked.

“Apparently Dexter also had some food in hand when he allowed these pigeons in the museum.” We walked inside stepping over the birds. Of course when they suddenly took off, I couldn’t help but shriek and grab onto Akhmen’s arm.  

I set the boys down in Jed’s territory which seemed to be the worst case.

“Jed, Octavius. We’ve tried every single weapon we got but all it’s done is caused these birds to leave more of their crap behind.” Said one of Jed’s loyal cowboy friends.

“Oh god that’s gross.”

“Okay so dynamite won’t work, neither will the arrows.” Octavius pondered.  It was then I saw him look behind both Ahkmen and I, right towards Maahes and Seshat. “Wait, I’ve got an idea!”

“Lay it on my Octi.” Said Jed.

“What if the cats help?”

“That’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard. What else you got?”

“No, no, no Jedidiah listen my friend. Lions have one of the most powerful voices in all the big cats. If we can get Maahes to roar, then the birds should scatter.”

“Uhh Octavius lions aren’t the only ones with a powerful roar you know.” I told him.

“Ohhh I wouldn’t say that.” Ahkmen said wearily. I turned to him aghast.

“Excuse me?”

“I mean no harm when I say this but Seshat is a young leopard. Maahes is a fully grown lion and his roar is mature enough to scare these pigeons away.” He gently tried to assure me.  I crossed my arms over my chest and said.

“Bullshit!”

“Oh-ho-ho-ho. Looks like we got ourselves a competition ladies and gents.” Jed laughed.

“You hear this baby girl? Ahkmenrah thinks your roar’s not powerful enough.” She lowered her head angrily and let out a snarl as her ears bent back. “Show them what you got baby girl!” she then reared her head back as she opened her mouth and let out a fearsome leopard roar, which sent most of the pigeons out of the miniature wing.

“YEE-HAW!! Come on do it again! Do it again!” Ahkmenrah looked at my cockily before turning to Maahes and said.

“Show these ladies why you’re known as the God of war Maahes.” Maahes then reared his head and let out a loud lion’s roar which sent the rest of the flock right on out.

“WOO-WHO!!! Adios birdbrains!” Jed proclaimed as Maahes and Seshat then proceeded to pounce after the pigeons all over the room.  The birds soon took off flying out of the room trying to find a way out of the building.

“Why not make a little wager?” Ahkmenrah said.

“On what grounds?”

“If Maahes can manage to get the pigeons out, you must sing a song for me.” I tried to hide my blush and I countered.

“Fine, but if Seshat wins, then you have to watch both the Mummy and the Mummy returns, no questions or complaints.”

“Deal.” We shook on it and followed behind the two big cats.

Throughout the museum, Seshat and Maahes continued to chase after the pigeons roaring and swatting at them.  Jed and Octavius were now driving in their racecar catching up to the big cats wanting to get in on the action, cheering loudly at our two big cats.

Meanwhile Ahkmen and I raced behind cheering for both our cats in trying to get as many pigeons as they could.

“You know it’s never too late to back out!” Ahkmen laughed.

“Oh you wish we’re about to show you what girl power is all about!” I sassed at him.  We raced on ahead down the second hall, passing the other exhibits who dodged our path.  

The six of us just having a joy of chasing these pigeons all around the museum.  Nothing could ruin this fun now.

But it was when we turned at one point of the museum that some of the pigeons were on top of the herd of rhinos and African water buffalo.

We all skidded to a stop right before the herd and I couldn’t help but say.

“Ohhhh shit.” One of the water buffalo’s snorted aggressively while a rhino let out a bellow.

At this point all of us including Seshat and Maahes took off running back the other way with the stampede following behind us.  Seshat soon bumped into me and the next thing I knew I was riding on top of her back as she ran faster down the hall.  I turned to see the Ahkmen was riding on top of Maahes’ back.

Both big cats did a sharp turn to the left towards the invertebrate wing while Jed and Octavius were just shortly behind us in the car.  I then noticed a small closet just ahead and I cried out to them.

“Guys in there!” Seshat soon noticed the door and I quickly got off her back and opened the door and soon everyone piled inside. I quickly shut the door and the next thing we heard was the thundering stampede passing by us.

When the thundering of hooves and giant feet stopped, for some reason Ahkmen, Jed, Octavius and I soon just started laughing. I don’t know whether it was the adrenaline of nearly cheating (well in a sense) death, or just for the hell of it but we were all bursting out laughing in the tight closet space.

“That was even more thrilling than the chariot chases I used to do when I was a child.” Ahkmen said.

“Boy you said it Ahk. That there was truly a wild rodeo!” Jed cheered.

“Okay guys, since they’re gone I’d say it’s safe for us to go out.” I told them as I opened the door back up.  And of course due to the tight space with me, an old pharaoh, two big cats and a ford mustang racecar, it was a tight squeeze to try and get out.

As Maahes and Seshat tried to get out, Ahkmen and I were jostled around for a bit, up until the point where our noses touched each other and our lips just barely grazed one another’s.  The two of us chuckled nervously as we couldn’t look away from each other.  

We were so caught up in the moment that we didn’t realize that we were now the only ones left in the closet.

“You both just gonna stand there all googly eyed or are you finally gonna wring up your saddle and kiss each other already?” we heard Jed proclaim.  We both looked away and apologized over each other as we both tried to get out at the same time, only to bump shoulder to shoulder again.

Finally Ahkmen allowed me to exit the closet first before he was the last to leave.

“I swear you two are as about as crazy in love as two turtledoves in winter.” Jed said again.

“Shut it Jed, less you wanna go back into Seshat’s mouth and maybe even this time see the inside of her stomach.” I threatened.

“No thank you! Thanks for the help you guys see yah!” the car soon quickly drove off leaving Ahkmen and I alone with our big cats.  I looked down at my watch and said.

“It’s an hour till sunrise. You should—”

“Yes. Care to walk me back?”

“Sure.” We first big goodbye to Seshat and Maahes and the two of them walked back towards the hall of African mammals which allowed me to escort Ahkmenrah back to his exhibit.

After helping Ahkmen back into his sarcophagus he then told me.

“Don’t forget, you have to sing for me tonight.”

“What do you mean?”

“Our bet. I’ve been keeping score and Maahes managed to get the most pigeons out of the museum.” I shook my head and rather than argue with him due to time I accepted it.

“Okay. But just know I’m not the best singer.”

“Not according to young Nicky. He said you’d always sing him to sleep, and he’d always talk about how beautiful you sounded.” I tried to hide my blushing face and I said to him.

“Have a good morning sleep Ahkmen. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Yeah. See you tonight.” He said solemnly as his eyes went somber and he lowered himself back into his sarcophagus and I closed it up.  I internally groaned and thought to myself.

‘Damnit why did I have to hurt him like that?’ with that I left Ahkmenrah’s tomb and went off to handle any remaining birds that were still in the museum and clean up the mess before either Dr. McPhee or Rebecca came in.

Later that night I arrived at Ahkmenrah’s tomb with my laptop ready to give into his deal that we had made last night.  After getting him out of his sarcophagus we sat there along the floor while I opened up my playlist.

“So any hints as to what song you shall be singing for me?”

“Uhh no. You may have gotten me to sing for you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be telling you exactly what that song will be.” I sassed playfully.  He grinned at me while I went back to scrolling through my playlist.

“Have you found it yet?”

“Keep your tunic on your highness.” I then clicked on the playlist to highlight the song and I said. “Okay; now this song was written by one of my favorite bands in the start of their early career. This was also the song I used to sing to Nicky whenever he had a bad dream whenever I babysat him.” I double clicked on the song and soon through the speakers, “White Queen (As it begins)” played through the speakers.

I took a gentle inhale in before exhaling and waited for Freddie’s soft voice to come through the speakers before finally singing along to the track.

I sang along softly not quite trusting my voice (also cause I didn’t want to crack in front of my crush) but slowly my voice got a bit more confident when Freddie’s voice crescendo.

*Ahkmenrah’s POV*

Oh almighty Horus and Ra above, she—she had the voice of only a true goddess.  It was so soft yet passionate that it just…..she really was like the Queen in this song.  I have imagined stars in (y/n)’s hair and she was an ethereal of beauty in not just her looks but her kind heart and gentle but fiercely protective nature.

I couldn’t help but fall under the spell of her siren-like voice and just admire her.  Her eyes shining through the faint light that came into my exhibit, the way her medium length hair waved down like the Nile river.  She was everything and more.  By the end of her song, she clicked a key on her laptop and turned to me.

“How was that?”

“Beautiful.” I said in awe. “You—Nicky didn’t even come close to describing the true ethereal of your singing.” She looked away from me shyly and nervously laughed.

Even her laugh, shy or not, was always adorable.  The way her eyes would scrunch up at the corners, when her smile would go ear to ear.  A smile like that really showed me that she was truly happy.  And the way her eyes would sparkle…..it was like seeing the stars in the sky.

“Was it that bad?” she asked me.

“Quite the opposite actually. You sung beautifully.” I told her as I gently took her hand in mine.

*My POV*

As soon as Ahkmen took my hand, my heart went boom.

“Thank you.”

“Tell me what was that song?”

“It’s called White Queen. It’s by my all-time favorite band called Queen.”

“They sounded beautifully.”

“Yeah they do. I love almost all of their songs.”

“Could you show me more?” I nodded and he sat closer to me so that I could scroll through more of my Queen Playlist.  I shared with him some facts that I knew about Queen and showed him some pictures of the band in the past.

“You know Ahkmen, if you grew a mustache or just grew out your hair down to your shoulders and had four additional incisors, you could pass off as Freddie Mercury.”

“You really think so?” he asked me.

“Yeah I could see it.”

“Was he of Egyptian blood?”

“No. His family is Indian Parsi. Freddie was born in Zanzibar.”

“Well regardless. This Freddie Mercury would’ve been revered as a god amongst us. He truly does command his audience like a king.”

“He just knew how to make everyone apart of the show. Even the people in the balconies or in the very far backrow became involved. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any rockstar make everyone feel so comfortable during a concert. God I wish I could’ve seen them live with all four of them in person.”

“He will be remembered as a God and is watching over all of his people. Including the ones who come in later in life.” He comforted me as he placed a hand to my shoulder.

“Yeah.” I sighed softly.  Things got quiet before Ahkmenrah took my laptop and clicked on a random song and soon enough “Good old fashioned lover boy” started playing through my speakers.

“Would you care to dance?” he said as he stood up and held his hand out to me.  I looked up at him and I said.

“I told you I’m not a very good dancer, especially in slow dancing.”

“Well, lucky for you I was forced into taking all those slow dance lessons in my time as Prince. Do you trust me?” I looked up into those soft light blue eyes and along with Freddie’s serenading voice of the opening song, I was literally melting but couldn’t help as I took his hand and answered softly.

“Yes.” He helped me up and right as the chorus began, Ahkmen had us be in position one as his right hand holding my left and his other hand gently wrapping around my waist.

I shivered slightly and looked down at our feet before I felt his finger lift my chin back up.

“Eyes on me. Now just follow me lead.” He then began to lead me into a slow waltz.  Of course it was clumsy at first with me stepping on his foot the first several times.  I softly apologized profusely every time I stepped on his feet but he assured me it was all fine.

The song continued to play and while staring into Akhmen’s eyes I couldn’t help but think just what kind of lover boy he would’ve been.  Would he be like what the song stated? Or was it something else? God why did fate have to be so cruel? The one guy I take an extreme interest in and he has to be a 4000 year old mummy.

It was then I heard the song end and a new song (just to rub salt into an open wound) began playing, and that song was “Love of my Life”.

“(Y/n)?” I looked up at him slightly startled.

“Yeah?” He soon became shy as he spoke.

“These—these past couple of months have been…..well they’ve been the most fun I’ve ever had in 4000 years.”

“I’m glad.”

“You’ve been the one true friend I’ve had ever since I was freed from my prison.” Oh god please tell me I’m not gonna get friend-zoned.  “Unfortunately, I—I cannot deny what I must tell you.”

“What-what exactly are you saying Ahkmen?”

“I—I……” he trailed off trying to look down and hide his shyness.  He genuinely looked conflicted with what he was about to say.

“Ahkmenrah,” I cupped the side of his face. “Whatever you have to say, I won’t get mad.” He didn’t say a word, in fact he leaned closer to my face until his lips captured mine.

It was a shy kiss at first.  He was testing the boundaries of this to see if I would push him away or kiss him back.  I was shocked at first but as soon as my heart hammered in my ears and I fell under the spell of the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed my lips to his.

Seeing how I accepted the kiss, he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me closer which deepened the kiss.  The anxiety and worries we both had melted away as I heard him let out a soft hum which made me softly moan.

We separated for air but kept in close proximity of each other.  Our noses gently touching each other’s.  I let out a soft choked laugh as I couldn’t make my heart calm down.

“I—” I softly spoke.  I licked my lips softly.  “I love you too, Ahkmenrah. I mean call me crazy but excluding the fact that I’ve known so much about you since the start of my college career. But spending these past couple months with you has been a dream come true. I’ve always wished and dreamed that I could meet you and just talk to you and—” he pressed his finger to my lips stopping my rambling.

“You talk too much my love.”

“You’re right sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You’re cute when you do that. It shows you’re passionate.” He tucked a strand of my hair out of my face and continued in a teasing tone, “So you’ve dreamed about me?” I giggled.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No. I’m honored. I’m honored that I have gained the affections of the only goddess on Earth.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. But I really like you too Ahkmen.” He smiled at me and asked.

“Can I—kiss you again?”

“What do you think?” I said as I leaned in towards him and kissed him now, but this time with more passion just as the song was ending.

[daydream-hobii]

Hybrid Heart Attack | Chapter 4

Genre: Poly!AU; Hybrid!AU; Fluff; Angst

Pairing: BTS x Female!Reader; Human!Seokjin x Human!Reader; Eventual relationship with Snow Leopard!Yoongi, Red Panda!Hoseok, Koala!Namjoon, Calico Cat!Jimin, Husky!Taehyung, Doberman!Jungkook

Summary: Y/n finds her current fiance during college, his name is Seokjin. They fell in love and dated for three years before he proposed. Now, Seokjin is a lawyer for hybrids, and Y/n, well, she has the perfect stay at home job. When Seokjin invites her to move in, she wasn’t expecting that he has six hybrids. She doesn’t know why a hybrid lawyer wouldn’t have hybrids, she just didn’t think about it…. Y/n is petrified of hybrids, something happened to her when she was little…. Guess she’ll have to adapt… or leave.

Warning: Mentions of Animal Attacks, Abuse (Physical & Mental), Depression, Anxiety; Possible PTSD mentions; Suggestions of Smut; Read with caution. <3 This one in particular views Jungkook as an asshole still, as well as has mentions of humiliation.

Word Count: 1,558

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Author’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 4! I hope you all enjoy it!! ^_^

        As I sat on the bed I shared for an hour, contemplating what Yoongi had said, my blood began to boil. Instead of feeling more and more sad, my heart was filled with anger and frustration. Why should I feel threatened when I’m at home? Why should I take his bullshit?

       I stood up, stomping to the door and swinging it open. I walked out into the hallway and down the stairs where I heard all the boys talking in the living room. I walked to the entryway, my feet slamming on the ground. Jimin seemed to be the only one to really notice, and ended up flinching. When all of them looked towards me, they seemed surprised. Yoongi and Jungkook, however, had small smirks on, seeming amused. It made me falter slightly, only slightly.

       “I was ten years old,” I said, my voice rising with every word. “I went outside to play with my toys, to just play, and this group of six hybrids surrounded me!”

       “Y/n,” Seokjin said, standing up in concern.

       “No!” I yelled. “They were all screaming at me, yelling everything a ten year old shouldn’t hear! When I tried to run, one of them slammed me to the ground.”

       “Y/n, you don’t need to explain yourself,” Namjoon whispered.

       “Apparently I do because I’m tired of feeling scared in my own home!” I yelled, staring at Yoongi, who was now glaring. “They bit me, they scratched me. They even kicked me in the stomach. I was ten! I didn’t initiate anything, damnit!”

       “Y/n,” Seokjin repeated, looking a bit more stern. “Calm down.”

       Yoongi stood up fast, walking over to me and standing in front of me. I tried to stay strong, but that strength faltered. He could see it, and he used it, but it wasn’t the cocky aggression I was used to seeing, it was something else.

       “I was six when my mom was taken away from me,” Yoongi said, softly. “She got transferred to a different zoo. I was pissed off, I didn’t obey like they wanted me to. You know what they did when I didn’t listen?” Yoongi growled, making me gulp and my heart race. “They beat me. They whipped me. They did everything in their power to keep me in line.”

       “Yoongi,” Seokjin warned. It seemed like he didn’t know what to do.

       “When I was old enough, they decided that I should have children, so I met another hybrid like me. It didn’t work out, but they didn’t care,” Yoongi said, stone faced. I was shaking only slightly, but I wasn’t terrified of him… instead, I was curious. “I won’t go into detail of what happened from there, you can just guess. With everything that happens in our lives, you grow from it, you don’t let it haunt you.” Yoongi growled once more, walking past me and bumping my shoulder with his. Just as he reached the stairs, I turned to face him, a wave of courage hitting me.

       “Seems my fear of the past is equivalent to your anger,” I replied, glaring hard. “because all I’m seeing is a hybrid who only sees the world with hate.”

       Yoongi let out a small snarl, walking up the steps, his tail swishing. My heart filled with the thought of progress, but there was an underlying tone of regret. I ran over to the stairs, placing my hand gingerly on the banister, catching Yoongi as he hit the top.

       “Yoongi,” I said, softly, all frustration disappearing. He stopped, tail going flat as he moved his head to the side to acknowledge me. “I’m sorry you went through that….”

       Yoongi seemed surprised, but only through his eyes. He just turned his back to me, exiting my line of sight and shutting his bedroom door. I let out a large breath that I didn’t know I was holding. My body and heart were still shaky, and I felt on the verge of tears, but I was okay. 

       “Jagiya,” Seokjin said softly, making me jump and look at him. He seemed sad, but I didn’t know who it was for, maybe it was for both of us.

       “I’m okay,” I whispered, walking to the couch and sitting next to Taehyung. 

       I could feel his want to comfort me, so I did a small step in my healing journey. I held his hand. I squeezed gently, seeking comfort from him as I let out a shaky breath. He squeezed back, and I could see his boxy smile in the corner of my eye, his tail wagging.

       Getting angry… it felt… good…. It felt amazing to yell about my pain, my fears, my constant feeling of being wrong. Even if it was at a hybrid that was just being aggressive because he was jealous or angry, it felt so nice to let out some anger instead of terror.

       “Y/n,” Namjoon whispered, making me look at him. A couple tears spilled down my cheeks, but I couldn’t tell why. Too many emotions were running through me. “Are you… alright?”

       “What are your stories?” I asked, squinting my eyes. I continued to hold Taehyung’s hand, but when I asked, his tail stopped. “How were you adopted?”

       “Y/n, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea…” Seokjin whispered, frowning. Late nights involved a lot of talking between the two of us and Seokjin told me that he doesn’t know all of their stories. He knows the background, but most of them have never truly opened up. Why I asked the question, I’m not sure… but I knew I was curious.

       “I was adopted after my zoo shut down,” Hoseok spoke up, making Seokjin look at him, furrowing his brow. Hoseok was one that hadn’t spoken much about his past. “I got adopted by a wealthy family, only they could adopt exotics like me….”

       “Hobi,” Namjoon whispered, gently touching his arm which he shook off, his eyes on me.

       “I thought I had it made… until we came home and they showed me where I’d be staying. It was a cage in the middle of their entryway, no bigger than our smallest bedroom. They stuck me in there, expected me to remain silent the entire time - a trophy for guests to see - but they’d forget to feed me… a lot…. If I said anything, I’d get electrocuted….”

       I sat there, watching him carefully. My eyes were soft on his sad form. The others whimpered quietly, and I watched Hoseok gulp, looking down.  Seokjin looked like he wanted to stop him… hell, I did too from the pain in his eyes, but our curiosity took the wheel. My thoughts were that it was helping him cope….

       “At one point, just to get me to obey, they took away my clothing before a party… it was awful, to say the least. I’d stay in a fetal position, trying to hide myself, but…” He trailed off, as if reliving the memory. “They all kept poking me, or using the electrocution prods…. They wanted to see me….”

       Hoseok stopped, that was enough for him, even I could tell it. Before any of us could say or do anything to stop Hoseok’s tears, Jungkook growled and glared at me, making me jump in surprise. I had almost forgotten he was still with us.

       “You trust this bitch!” Jungkook exclaimed, making Taehyung and Namjoon whimper softly.

       “Jungkook!” Seokjin said, sternly. “That is enough from you.”

       “Oh, of course, it’s my fault!” He yelled at him. “It’s Yoongi’s fault, too, right? Why isn’t it ever her fault?!”

       “It’s all three of you,” Seokjin said, sternly, looking at me before looking back at Jungkook. “You all need to learn and adapt to each other… please.” I knew Seokjin didn’t mean it toward me, I knew he was too understanding about my past, but Jungkook had to know it wasn’t just him…. I blamed myself for their anger, so I’m glad Seokjin pointed me out too, no matter how much my heart stung….

       “No! I don’t want to! This is our house, we don’t need another person!” Jungkook yelled, growling at me before stomping up the stairs.

       I was speechless, a slight tremble in my form. Everyone was silent, except for Hoseok, who was crying softly. From how long I’ve been here, I’ve never seen the Red Panda cry…. I dropped Taehyung’s hand, bee-lining for Hoseok. Everyone’s eyes were on me and, for a split second, I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t trembling. I just felt… sad.

       When I reached Hoseok, I knelt in front of him. He was surprised, but continued to cry quietly, like he was trained to do it in silence. I placed my hand on his cheek, staring at him with concerned eyes. I leaned in, wrapping my arms around his shoulders cautiously, bringing my hands up and tangling them in his hair. Hoseok hugged around my waist, crying into my shoulder. I felt his large ears, biting my lip in worry. I rubbed softly, making his tail perk slightly, and he seemed to calm down…. Tears began to well up in my eyes, and for a second, just a second… I felt love for the hybrid. I felt like there was hope for me and Seokjin, for our future… this was the first time I’ve ever petted a hybrid….

[zorkaya-moved]

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. ❜ (from xxira)

@xxira

If there’s anything she had to do, it was to listen and not laugh. The word ‘magic’ leaving Xanxus’ mouth was as ridiculous as see a unicorn. It felt like she was asleep during the meeting and this was some Alice in Wonderland bullshit where the boss of Varia was acting as a Mad Hatter, spitting out nonsense that didn’t exist in the world. The silver-haired woman had to step back internally to think that he might be meaning illusions altogether. It did portray itself as magic. Perhaps, witches who were burned at stake in history were those same illusionists - who could say for sure? If that was what he called ‘magic,’ it made her sit there in silence while looking at him. When he didn’t call anyone scum, she was quite her type, but he was her client, he was her business partner and she had to have some self-preservation. 

“Hm~ Or you allow it to waste you away,” she speaks light-heartedly while leaning against the armrest with both of her elbows, giving the boss of Varia a sly smile. To her, it was all about control and all about what you allow the power to do. There’s nothing that will waste you away besides life, but magic and power? Only if you allow it. Power will only make you submit if you allow it to, or so was her viewpoint of the world. Wouldn’t Xanxus make anyone and anything submit to him when it came to power and authority? How interesting it was to hear about it from him. Perhaps, she discarded him as a typical man all too fast. “Just like everything... simply make it obey your word and make it fear you.”

The ghosts looked into her soul and feared her. The monsters who got to witness her true self trembled in their wake. It was so funny. It was funny making those who underestimated her obey her, so many have fallen victims to vixen’s charms. Only those who were smart enough to know that even arrogance was a play of words were able to live without any care in the world. 

“It fits your visage more than speaking of being wasted away, don’t you think so?” Zarina tilted her head to the side, giving him another bright smile. Whatever there was ahead, it’d be fun to bring up the true self when everyone least expected. Right now, she just gave a push towards dominance once more. But did he need it? Probably not. I was just fun for her to be just a little bit problematic.