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American Mate (11) - Just a Staff Member

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 11 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 11,999

Work count for Story: 81,331

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs, and the other loves everyone. I started a Patreon, and I would be grateful if you donated to help me make ends meet while I am out of work.

Warnings: NOT BETA READ!! This chapter does have pack dynamics, comfort, Alpha/Luna vibes, possessiveness, and self-doubt.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

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Ring Ring Ring

Ring Ring Ring

Stirring from your sleep because of a phone ringing, you look around groggily. Momentarily forgetting where you are, you sit up quickly, and that is when you see—the dress and the night before come flooding back to you.

It starts with the letters and conversations, the outfit and pampering, and ends with his smiles and warmth. It was a date you will never forget. The only problem is… it wasn’t a date. Your heart wants to soar, but you must remind yourself it’s just a job.

Remembering that Jin had made it clear that it wasn’t something he would do for a fan. Even though he said you were special, you couldn’t believe it. Bangtan Pack would do this for any playmate, even if Seokjin thinks you are someone special.

Ring Ring Ring

Oh shit! That’s right, the phone. Scrambling over your pillow wall, you find your plugged-in phone and answer it.

“Hello, hello! Sorry, this is Y/n. Who is this?” you ask as you try to untangle yourself from your blanket fort. It isn’t easy with a broken hand.

“Hey Y/n, it’s Derek! Umm, did I wake you up?” he says brightly.

“Oh hey, ah yeah, and now I am wrapped in my blankets. I'm going to put you on speakerphone so I can untangle myself,” you growl in frustration, placing the phone near your head while you wrestle your way out.

“Did you just growl? You know what, never mind. You are gonna need to hurry,” Derek says with a hint of amusement.

“Yes, I did growl,” you say with a huff. “These damn blankets. Wait… Why?” you ask after finally freeing one leg. “I don’t have any plans for today.”

“Well, now you do,” he says in a sing-song-like voice. “You have about two hours to be at PMS to review the final contract.”

“No way… what? Two hours! But I thought we were going to sign it tomorrow or Monday. Why now? Did they get everything back in time?” I say, pushing the blankets down my leg and wiggling backward.

Thud.

Groan

“Y/n! What was that?”  calls Derek, who hears you fall while on speakerphone because of his fox hybrid hearing.

“Ah… I slid off the bed,” I said with a slight giggle. Standing up, I lean over my phone. “The duvet is made of satin, so it's slippery, and I got a little bit too close to the edge.”

A rapid knock on your door startles you as you hear your name called from the other side: “Y/n, are you okay? What happened? Princess? Princess!”

Quickly making my way to the door with the phone in hand, you open it to be engulfed by a warm body, then pushed away with Yoongi’s eyes, scanning your form to ensure nothing is wrong. His eyes flashed between their usual deep brown and his Alpha’s golden yellow.

“I am fine, Kisa,” you say with a smile and a giggle as you spin around to show him that you are, indeed, intact and not bleeding.

“Kisa, who is there with you, one of their staff?” Derek, who is still on speakerphone, asks.

“Oh no, it’s Yoongi. Sorry, in my head, I have been calling him ‘my Kisa’ for a bit now. Guess I have never said it out loud,” you say, moving back into your room to sit on your bed with the jaguar in tow.

“Why are you calling me a Japanese woman’s name, Princess?” the jaguar asks. Inside, he jumps for joy because you not only gave him a nickname but also said—My.

You are starting to claim him, and he is over the moon.

“It’s a Japanese woman’s name? Shit, I will stop. I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” you say with wide eyes while waiting for an adverse reaction from the very non-girly, totally male predator hybrid.

Yoongi shakes his head, his face holding curiosity rather than disgust. “If you didn’t know, then why were you calling me that?”

“For me, it's an acronym: K—Knight, I—In, S—Shining, A—Armour, Kisa,” you say this with a slight blush tinting your cheeks, which is mirrored by the hybrid.

“Oh, you have pet names now? For all of them? First, is Thumper, and now Kisa? Who else have you claimed with a famous Y/n’s pet name?” Derek teasingly inquires.

“Ah, Derek, why are you on the phone with me now? Something about two hours?” you say, trying to redirect the conversation away from the new nickname and avoid Yoongi’s gaze.

“Yes, you now have an hour and forty-five to get to PMS. The Pack Alpha is being notified as well. Please be aware that you, your Kisa,” Derek says with a teasing hilt. “The Prime Alpha and anyone who wants to come must be here by then.”

Glancing at Yoongi, he still has dusted cheeks but a silly smile. “Okay. One, you can’t use that name, and two, we will be there. See you soon, yeah?”

“Yep, see you soon, Y/n, Mr. Min!” Derek calls before promptly hanging up.

You hear a deep but soft chuckle beside you, “So I’m your knight in shining armor?”

Hiding your face in your hands, you nod, “Well, think about it. You saved me from hurting myself worse than a banged-up wrist the first day you met me, you saved me from panicking with the offer from Namjoon, and you sounded like you were ready to break down the door because I fell off the bed.”

You feel fur wrapping around your wrists, pulling down softly, effectively removing you from your hiding place. You keep your eyes on your hands and watch the black fur tail wiggle around your wrists.

Once Yoongi realizes you are avoiding his gaze, he grasps your chin and turns to face him. Your eyes automatically lock.

“I will always come to rescue you. I am honored to be your Kisa for as long as you have me, Princess,” Yoongi tells you.

His emotions are so thick with happiness that you find him as your safe place. His Alpha was filled with pride, and his scent was like waves of fresh spring rain.

Your face lights up with a kind smile, and your vanilla mate scent grows more potent. It mixes beautifully with your sweet pea, becoming one of Yoongi’s favorite scents.

The vanilla strengthening could only mean you are falling into the mate bond more with him. He is so happy that it is building naturally with you, even if your meeting wasn’t a pleasant experience.

He can see the nervousness, the longing, and something else in your eyes, which gives him hope that the changes in your scent aren’t just happening subconsciously. A gummy smile grows on his face as he observes you with almost heart eyes.

Pulling away from his hand and tail, you walk toward the door. With a controlled smile, you say, “We should start getting ready for the meeting. Can you please make sure the rest of your pack knows? Please.”

When you turn around, Yoongi can see your eyes look more distant, your posture is no longer relaxed, and your scent is slightly perfumed. Keeping his face neutral (ish), he walks up to you, taking note that you seem to be struggling with something but clearly don’t want to discuss it.  Yoongi walks up to you, stopping to give you a second to say something else but when you don’t, he agrees, saying, “Sure thing, Princess. I will let them know.”

You close the door behind you and huff. You must find a way to stop doing this. You can’t feel like you are anything more than a playmate or an employee to them, even though they make it so hard.

First, their declarations before you agreed to be their playmate. Then Jin asked you to give them all a chance. Now, Yoongi is pledging fealty to you like it’s going to last a lifetime.

Shaking your head, you glance at the clock. Whelp, time sure does fly when you contemplate professionalism struggles, attempting to hide mental instabilities and licentious thoughts of bonded mates.

Climbing the stairs, Yoongi finds one of the two, “Namjoon-ah, we need to talk. Where is Jin-hyung?”

“Oh, ah, Jin left about five minutes ago. I was just coming to find you and Y/n. Is everything okay?” he asks with concern.

“Yes and no,” he says, continuing up the stairs, “If you were going to tell Princess about the meeting being moved, Derek beat you to it. She knows and wants me to make sure my pack knows.”

It doesn’t get past the Prime Alpha at the emphasis in Yoongi’s words, even if he looks like nothing is amiss.

“Oh, that is nice of Derek. Then again, she is his Luna, so that only makes sense. So, what is wrong?” Namjoon asks again, following Yoongi into his den.

Yoongi rummaged through his drawers, looking for something presentable to wear to the meeting, instinctually wanting to continue making a good impression with your Beta.

“Y/n. The mate scent is getting stronger. I think,” Yoongi says, still looking for anything to wear.

“Isn’t that a good thing, hyung?” Namjoon questions as he sits on the edge of Yoongi’s bed, watching the jaguar scampering around.

“Well, it would be if not, but a few moments later, her scent turned into that fake flower perfume scent she gets when she is worried about something, and it caused our mate scent to almost disappear,” grumbled Yoongi.

“What were you two doing?” Namjoon asks as he tries to determine what caused the shift.

“Well, I think I may have reacted too much to the “pet” name, as her Beta called it, that she gave me. Ah, I found it!” Yoongi exclaims as he pulls out one of his few button-up shirts in a cream color to go with dark sandy-colored pants and brown loafers.

“Pet name?” questions Namjoon.

“Yeah, she accidentally called me her Kisa while speaking with the Beta. It stands for a knight in shining armor because I keep saving her from getting hurt or unpleasant situations,” he says, changing out of his sleepwear and getting dressed for the meeting.

“Kisa?” giggles Taehyung from the doorway. “Oh my, how appropriate for you. Bet she doesn’t even realize it. I don’t think you do either.”

Both Alphas in the room look at the newcomer, waiting for him to continue.

“It’s Japanese and typically used for females, but it originated in Old Greek as an endearing term,” says Taehyung as he saunters into the room. With his voice dropping into his deeper register, he says, “It means kitty.”

Yoongi is coughing as he chokes on the air and turns bright red with embarrassment. His ears twitched every which way but what, and his tail almost wagged like a dog.

“It looks like your Princess fell onto one of your kinks,” says Namjoon with a smirk.

“Hush you, both of you.  Am I the only one here who is worried about the meeting we must prepare for?” Yoongi challenges while pulling Namjoon up to push him out the door while he deals with embarrassment.

“Nope, I am dressed and ready,” Namjoon says, smirkingly, pointing out that he is in a suit.

“I was the one who requested the meeting. I have been on the phone since early morning trying to get things to move along faster,” the Prime Alpha proudly states.

“Possessive much, Hyung?” Tae teases the pack leader. “I thought that was my job.”

Namjoon may be the Prime Alpha of the Bangtan Pack, but Taehyung is known for being the possessive one. The whole world knew how possessive Taehyung was, especially with his only younger mate.

“Hey! I can be possessive of my mates, even if she is unaware of being one,” complained the wolf hybrid.

“Jin-hyung came home last night, and we had a good conversation about their date. I just knew I wanted to settle this now. I don’t want her going anywhere,” justifies Namjoon.

“Oh yeah, the date went well, I take it?” asks Yoongi as he finishes getting ready in the bathroom.

“Yes, very much so, but he wouldn’t tell me much. He said he didn’t want to spoil anything for me when we finally go on our date… if she even agrees,” Namjoon says as his scent gets duller.

“Are you worried that Y/n will reject you?” Taehyung asks as he hugs the older Alpha around the waist. Namjoon nods his head.

“I don’t see Y/n doing that. She may end up acting a bit more professionally with you, but that's when you have to use those dimples to your advantage.” says the younger one while poking those same dimples.

“Returning to the current issue, we must talk to Jin-hyung about the mate scent. See if he got any hints of changes. Maybe try to find out why she is so nervous about things. I guess your meeting with her family pack will be good,” says Yoongi on his way out of the bathroom, ready to go.

“Looking good there, kitty,” Taehyung teases.

“Ah, no. Don’t you start that now, Taehyung-ah, please. We have a meeting to go to. Are you coming with?” Yoongi asks, trying to avoid blushing further.

“Yeah, Jimin and Jungkook are coming, too. Hobi-hyung and Jin-hyung couldn’t come because of some vlog and video-clip requirements that Bang PD came up with since we left two weeks early.”

“I think they are doing it close to the Playmate Services office. They both want to try to make it before the meeting starts. It would be nice to show support and acceptance as a mate-bonded pack,” laments Namjoon.

“HYUNGS LET’S GO!” Jungkook yells from downstairs.

“Guess that means everyone else is ready,” snickers Taehyung.

Yoongi is wearing a light tan look, which is different from what you would ever think he would wear—the duality of a man.

Jungkook and Taehyung are in their typical but stylish black-on-black with– that's right, black.

Namjoon looks like a lawyer in a three-piece suit of dark blue with light blue pinstripes.

Then there is Jimin in classy-looking beachwear. With this look, he could attend a meeting, a dance class, or a day in Malibu.

You, however, are in something very professional. A dark blue pantsuit with a light blue blouse goes well with the pedicure and manicure you got from Mare Salon. Every time you look at the nail polish, a smile blooms as you remember how perfect last night was.

The boys had all expressed how beautiful you looked. Taehyung let out a low growl as his eyes roamed over your features. Yoongi mentioned how you would be the most attractive person in the room, leading you to blush.

It took every ounce of willpower for the Prime Alpha to drag you next to him because the two of you matched. The two of you looked like you could be the power couple of Bangtan, especially since you dressed without trying to match.

As you exit the packhouse, everyone is having small conversations, like Jungkook worrying about being late when, in reality, you will still be early to the meeting. Then there is Yoongi, who wants to know what to do after the contract signing or if we could just come back.

You smile and listen to their various conversations while still caught up in the conversation with Jimin about where you got your suit. You weren’t surprised that he didn’t know what a Torrid and a Ross were. While you tried to find a way to explain it without sounding like a cheapskate, you missed the lowered volumes around you.

Taehyung had stopped talking with Yoongi and Namjoon to glare off into the distance.

“What is it, Tae Tae?” asks Namjoon, but before he can answer, the smell of male arousal gets stronger the closer they get to the vans.

Glancing at each other, Jimin over his shoulder briefly with a slight twitch of his brow, they all conclude… They are not the only ones enjoying how well your suit fits your figure, but the question is which of the two drivers was attracted to their mate.

When the group gets closer to the cars, the boys huddle together like last time. You start to think this must be a regular thing since Bangtan is a large, bonded pack. You understand that the six of you will have to split up since there are too many of you to fit in the luxury 5-passenger vans.

Looking back at the black, highly tinted vans, you wonder who will go with whom. Seeing that you are not needed in or understanding whatever they are discussing in rapid-fire Korean, you head to the van with the driver you have seen before and greet him.

Watching your step because, for some reason, you had decided to wear heeled pumps, you miss the driver’s eyes as they roam over your figure.

You double-check to see if the boys have moved, but note that they are still huddled. Taehyung and Yoongi are facing your way and looking between the two vans. Neither one of them seems happy at the moment, but you keep to yourself and keep heading the rest of the way.

“Hello, James. It is nice to see you again. Am I going in your van today?” You smile as you approach the driver you met on the faithful day this all started. In doing so, you ended up drawing the attention of the pack.

“Y/n, having you in my van would be a pleasure,” says the driver, his eyes, again, roaming your figure while stepping forward with his hand out to help you down the last step.

You go to take his hand, a smile growing at his kind words and gentlemanly qualities, but a deep growl sounds behind you.  The sound induces a fear that can only come from a predatory animal. Logically, you know it must be one of the Alphas behind you, but your heart and instincts are causing you to freeze.

The driver, James, is having a similar reaction, with wide eyes looking behind you as someone approaches.

“Mr. Green,” says Taehyung, placing an arm around your waist. “You will show her respect by calling her Miss Y/l/n when she speaks to you.”

“Yes, Sir. My apologies, Mr. Kim. I mean you and Miss Y/l/n, no disrespect,” James says as he bows in respect for offending the tiger hybrid.

While Taehyung’s touch brings you out of your unwarranted fear, you roll your eyes at his notion that James was being rude. It isn’t that big of a deal, and you go to explain why James was so bold as to use your first name, but Taehyung continues.

“You also will never have the pleasure of doing anything with her if you wish to keep your job. Keep your eyes off her,” growls the Alpha while still holding you, his grip tightening on your hip.

“Taehyung! What are you doing?” you said, stepping out of his hold and facing him.

Blocking the view of the now trembling man behind you, you add, “You cannot just growl at someone like that. It’s rude, for one. Besides, I asked James to call me by my first name. He was kind to me the day I got injured.”

Taehyung looks at you with a gaping mouth, his scent burning at feeling your reprimand. “I was… he was ogling and flirting with you. He isn’t supposed to call you by your first name. He has to remember his place. He is just a staff member.”

By this point, the other Alphas are focused on this little interaction and look at the group of you with anger, confusion, and other emotions you can’t identify right now as your scent clashes with Taehyung’s. His burning wood does not mix well with your soured lemon, putting everyone on edge.

“Staff,” you say as you look past Taehyung at the rest of the pack that has gathered along his side.

Jungkook’s eyes are round with worry, and he is nibbling on his lower lip and holding onto Jimin, who has the decency of looking somewhat ashamed of what has happened.

Yoongi and Namjoon are the calmest looking of the bunch as they take everything in. Neither one of them knows what to do. They understand Taehyung’s reaction, especially with you being a new mate that hasn’t been marked.

Clicking your tongue, you focus back on the tiger hybrid. “Alpha Kim Taehyung-ssi, I will also be on your pack’s payroll, which makes me– just a staff member,” you say.

Yoongi and Jungkook move to take a step forward but stop when you level them with a glare. Shaking your head, you walk backward to stand next to the driver.

Then, as you bow to a full 90 degrees, you continue, “My apologies, Alpha Kim Taehyung-ssi, for overstepping my position. It won’t happen again.”

A chorus of voiced concerns comes from all the Alphas except Taehyung, who is shocked by your reaction. You take a beat before you stand as tall as you can, your face straight and unyielding, and your scent losing any hint of sweet pea and morphing to lemon with a hint of mold.

Only three of them understand that you have gone into your Luna mode. Yoongi places a hand on the offending Alpha to signal him to keep his mouth shut. At the same time, a soft but unmistakable growl from the Prime Alpha is loud enough to be heard within the Alpha group.

“Since I am not a member of your staff currently, which grants me no regulations or benefits… I will find a way to get to the Playmate Services office on my own. Prime Alpha, Alphas,” you curtly say with a nod.

Spinning around, you give James a sympathetic smile and walk away. Pulling out your phone, you request an Uber.  You can hear scuffling, growling, and loud whispers.

It’s not loud enough for your human ears to hear what is being said. At this point, you do not care (you do, but you don’t), and it slowly fades away as you reach the main gate.

Approaching the gate, you nod to the guard, asking to be let out the side door, when you notice he stops and looks behind you.

Great, someone followed you.

You are 100% sure it’s someone coming to force you into the van with them or apologize to Taehyung. Maybe even worse, someone is here to have you get into the van with Taehyung, so you must be near him and apologize.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Reading yourself for whatever you need to do to hold your position and remain as far as possible from Mr. High-and-Mighty-I-am-an-Alpha-Tiger Kim Taehyung.

“Prin… Y/n… Miss Y/n,” says Yoongi with insecurity bleeding into his words.

You turn around and glare at him, waiting for him to tell you what he wants or what the pack's demands are. Hands on your hips, tapping your foot with a look of sternness but a hint of frustration, “What?”

“I understand you are upset at Taehyung-ah.” Your face glowers at the mention of the Alpha, but he continues, “Would you be okay if I went with you to the office?”

You continue to stand there and stare at him. You want time alone, to be away from them all, because it has been a lot. Even with how amazing it was last night with Seokjin and the compliments from this morning, Taehyung’s actions knocked you off the cloud you were sitting on and back into reality.

“You… I want…My Alpha is screaming in my head that you are hurt and need to be with one of us,” Yoongi says firmly, but his eyes show he is actually concerned.

You shift your weight to tell him to leave you alone. While you understand that his Alpha has instinctual needs, you are a big girl and can handle yourself.

Before you can say anything, he adds, “More so, I would like to be by your side right now. Princess, I know you are mad at him, and not only do I understand, but so does the pack. Trust me, he is getting his own punishment from the pack right now.”

He takes a step forward. His tail is low, his hands grip the bottom of his shirt, and his ears are flat. “Please, Y/n-ah. My princess, allow me to come with you. I won’t say anything the whole way there.”

Hearing a car pull up near the gate, your phone dings at the arrival of your Uber. You turn around and step toward the gate; speaking over your shoulder, you say, “Not a word. Let’s go.”

After not seeing Yoongi on the side of the road as they left, Namjoon settled into his seat. His eyes return to the younger Alpha and appraise the hunch of his back, downcast eyes, flat ears, and tail wrapped around his waist in a self-soothing manner.

Good. He knows he messed up.

“What are you going to do?” Namjoon asks, his voice firm in his Prime Alpha role.

“Joon,” he starts but is cut off with a growl.

“Right now, I am not your Joonie-hyung. I am your Prime Alpha, leader of the Bangtan Pack, and you just…” Namjoon sighs, his eyes looking around, trying to figure out how to say everything without creating a more significant problem.

“Prime Alpha Kim, I know. I messed up. I shouldn’t have growled at the driver rudely,” admits Taehyung.

“And??” hints Namjoon that the younger mate shouldn’t be finished.

“And I should not have been so possessive of our new mate, especially since she doesn’t know yet,” says Taehyung with a growl. “It’s just so hard. He was practically drooling over her like a piece of meat or candy.”

“That may be the case, but Y/n either didn’t notice or didn’t care. So, correcting him with her presence and in that manner was not okay. Taehyung-ah, do you realize how much you may have set us back with her because of this?” chides Namjoon.

“She wasn’t that upset, Prime Alpha. She is a woman. She’ll get over it. Besides, she has to forgive because of the mate bond. We just need to give her time, flowers, or gifts and what-not,” says the younger Alpha.

“The mate bond doesn’t work like that. She can reject you and, in turn, reject us. We don’t know how much a human can feel the bond because it is so rare.” Namjoon sighs, “You know apologizing to a mate isn’t the same as to a friend. Flowers or gifts… really? Is that how you apologize to our mates?”

“Well, no, not really,” mumbles Taehyung with a shrug.

“Y/n already has obstacles that we have to help her overcome. Obstacles that we must conquer to prove to her that we are different from anyone she has been with and not just because we are hybrids,” Namjoon declares.  “We have to show her how genuine we are. She deserves, and the rest of our pack will demand that she be shown the same love, devotion, and care we already show each other. She may need more reassurance than the others because of her past.”

Leaning forward, Namjoon reaches out a hand to grasp Taehyung’s chin, forcing him to make eye contact, “Today, you will stay in the van away from Y/n for the meeting. After this, you will be at her beck and call like the staff you have not shown respect for, and it will be up to Y/n when you are forgiven. Understood?”

“Yes, Prime Alpha. I will seek forgiveness and serve her until she forgives me, even though it will not be easy for my Alpha or me,” gripes Taehyung half-heartedly. He knows that he went about today the wrong way, but he still doesn’t feel what he did was done with the wrong intent.

“Good. Pray that she is as forgiving with you as she was for Yoongi-hung. If she doesn’t… I don’t know. I just don’t know,” sighs Namjoon.

After inquiring where Derek is, they are directed into the conference room. He is busy setting up the meeting and laying out copies of the updated contract inside the room.

At the pack's entrance, he greets them, “Oh, Mr. Kim, Mr. Park, and Mr. Jeon, Hello!”

Looking behind the three Alphas, Derek expects to see Y/n, but no one else enters. With a confused look, he asks, “Where is Y/n-ah? Is she coming with another packmate?”

“She is coming with Yoongi-hyung, and Manager Sejin is also coming in a moment. We came a bit early because we wanted to ask you a question,” Namjoon asks as he steps forward.

“Beta Derek, temporary Alpha of the Y/l/n Pack, I, Prime Alpha Namjoon of the Bangtan Pack, would like to request an audience with you and your pack Omega,” requests the Prime Alpha with a bowed head, mirrored by the other Alphas present. The formality shown honors this as a traditional request, and Derek gapes like a fish out of water.

“You are requesting… Why not ask my Luna?” Asks the weary Beta, his scent hinting at worry and his body language on edge.

Lowering his head even further, Namjoon responds, “We wish to discuss your Luna and our future with her. I would rather not say something here because it would not be the right place. Please, will you meet with select members of the Bangtan Pack?”

“Very well. As temporary Alpha of the Y/l/n Pack, I accept your request. As the receiving pack, I will offer to meet at the Y/l/n Packhouse tomorrow at 11 a.m. I think the utilities are still one until Monday. Most likely, because none of us are actual Alphas, and our Luna will not be present, our Omega’s mate may join us. Are the terms acceptable?” says Derek without wavering and holding himself high.

“They are. Thank you for accepting our request. Myself, Seokjin-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, and Taehyung-ah will be present from Bangtan Pack,” responds Namjoon, standing up.

“Oh, that is a lot,” comments Derek, as the packhouse is not very big and has no couch. The fox hybrid scent shows his stress at figuring out seating arrangements.

“Derek-ssi? As the visiting pack, they will be fine with sitting on the floor of your packhouse. Respectfully and traditionally, you and your pack representatives should take any other proper seating,” Jungkook says, his big bunny smile on display.

At the other Alphas' nodding, Derek visibly relaxes and smiles back, “I will make sure you are comfortable, Alphas; don’t worry. For today, please sit on the table's far side where your nameplate is, and we will start when everyone is here.”

You are upset. You were thrown for a loop. You lost some of the footing that you thought was solid. You wanted to be left alone.

Technically, this is what you are getting, but now that you are here, it’s not what you want.

Your fur leash is missing, and the soft stroking of Yoongi’s tail on your leg to calm and reassure you is absent.  You miss the subtle touches you have gotten from the jaguar in the past few days. That is when you realize that it is not the action itself but who it was that was doing that made it mean so much more. You are growing attached and don’t know how to stop it.

You start thinking it would be good to express your concerns to Prime Alpha Namjoon and find another solution before signing the contract. Your mind continues to be riddled with thoughts of how caring Yoongi and Jungkook have been, how Jimin opened up, and your beautiful time with Seokjin. You feel a connection with these four. Well, maybe not so much Jimin, but at least he has started making progress toward not being a stranger to you.

Hoseok, on the other hand, started flirty but, so far, hasn’t looked to spend more time with you even when the pack was all there. Then again, his schedule has been the fullest out of everyone.

You were primarily worried about Namjoon. Without him tolerating you being involved with his pack, you can bet all the money in your account that this contract would never happen no matter who else wanted you around, especially after the last Playmate.

Taehyung.

Until this morning, Taehyung was someone you thought you had found a connection with. You met his Alpha briefly in the breakroom, and he seemed so caring even with the slight distance. He was one of the pillars you planned to build over the next several weeks.

What if you now screwed up everything?

You had just scolded your Omega about how reactions can ruin everything, and then you turned around and did the same thing. Glancing at Yoongi, you wonder if you ruined everything with him by speaking out against his mate. However, you are not willing to compromise your ethics and morals—period.

“Princess?” he calls, attempting to get your attention while in the elevator.

At the sound of Yoongi’s voice and the use of his nickname for you, your shoulders relax just a tad. You hadn’t realized how much his silence and distance were affecting you.

Looking at him standing next to you, you are met with hard-set eyes and a tall, dominating posture. He says, “Taehyung has a good reason for what he did, but he was not entirely correct in his actions. Our Prime Alpha will correct that with him, so you don’t have to worry.”

Turning to face him, you open your mouth to respond, only to have Yoongi quickly take your hand and continue, “Please don’t cancel the contract.”

It isn’t a demand. You take in his words, posture, and scent of strong vanilla and ocean. He is shaken and worried, which shocks you because you figured he would side with his younger mate.

“Let us prove to you that we mean everything we have told you. Look at Seokjin, Jungkook, and me for examples of how things will be in the future.” His eyes tell you he is being honest. They are hard-set, but at the same time, they are glossing over with unshed tears.

“Yoongi, my Kisa, I won’t cancel the contract, nor will I force anyone to partake in it,” you reassure him. Your words act like a breath of fresh air for the Alpha. “What happened today is just one in the pack of seven. What he did is not a reflection of all of you.”

Pulling you in for a hug that startles you at first, Yoongi kisses your temple, mumbling against your skin, “Thank you, Princess.”

When the elevator doors open, you pull out of his hold and take his hand. You weren’t sure how you would feel around Taehyung, but you didn’t want anyone else to be uncomfortable.

“Yoongi, what do you mean I don’t have to worry about Taehyung?” you ask.

“Namjoon-ah will take care of it and let you know what was done,” he answers. “That’s how Bangtan works. When there is a disagreement or incident like the one this morning, it gets deferred to Prime Alpha.”

“Oh, I wonder what my punishment will be,” you muse.

Pulling you to a stop, Yoongi asks, “Why would you get punished?”

“I spoke out against an Alpha. An Alpha that is a bonded mate to all of you. Then left without being granted permission to leave by the Prime Alpha,” you say, looking at the office doors.

“Princess,” Yoongi says as he lifts a finger to your chin, directing you to look at him again, “You stood up for someone, stood your ground against a pack member, and demanded space. Nothing you did was wrong. I mean, sure, it would have been better to talk it out, but you aren’t used to us yet.”

Leaning up, Yoongi kisses you on the forehead, “No one is going to punish you. In fact, I see some groveling happening really soon.”

“Will that happen before or after the Prime Alpha?” You feel a blush crawling up your face, attempting to lighten the mood.

Yoongi knows you are avoiding the situation in your own unique way. He chuckles at your joke but is still worried because your sweet pea hasn't returned yet, and only the lemon and vanilla scent is present.

Any other nearby hybrids will notice your scent and likely think something is wrong. To them, this could mean either that the hybrid with you is unsolicited or that you are being forced into something. Neither one of these options is good for either of you.

He opens the office door, his tail curling around your waist, and you head in. He hopes you will naturally fall into petting his tail or your scent will change before gaining unwanted attention.

The temporary front desk assistant greets you and directs the two of you to the correct office. Yoongi opens the conference door to reveal Namjoon, Jimin, Jungkook, and Derek sitting around the conference room.

While the Alphas stand at your arrival, Derek jumps up and tilts his head in submission, pulling a shocked “oh” from you. As you walk closer to your family pack member, he drops to a knee and whimpers slightly.

“Derek? What’s wrong?” you ask, looking to the room full of Alphas for help. Each of them seems also to be avoiding your gaze.

“Luna, what has caused you to be so upset?” asks Derek, his eyes still cast down and his neck bared to you.

“Did you say something?” You question the Bangtan pack members who were present before you arrived.

“No, Luna Y/n, we have said nothing, but your scent says plenty. Yoongi-hyung, did you not comfort her and explain?” questions Namjoon.

“I explained...” Yoongi starts, but you cut him off.

“He did, Prime Alpha. I didn’t understand how affected I was… am. He needs to do nothing more. He did as you requested,” you clarify. “I will see to my pack.”

Focusing back on your Beta, you lean down and scent him lightly with your wrist to show that you are not upset with him. “Beta, I am not upset at you. There was a… misunderstanding this morning. I am sorry if my scent is still soured.”

Finally, Derek looks at you, his gaze flitting over all of you to make sure you are not physically hurt. You smile at him and hold your hand, helping him stand.

“Luna, are you sure you are okay? What happened?” asks Derek.

“Don’t worry about it,” you glance around. “It is something that must be dealt with between the parties involved. You know how I do not like bringing in more people than required.”

“Luna Y/n, Taehyung-ah will not be present for the meeting if you wish. He is waiting down in the van.  He will remain distant from you until you are willing to have him in your presence, and then he will work for your forgiveness,” says Namjoon with an air of authority.

“Oh. I see.” You then blatantly say to Namjoon while you pick at invisible lint on your pants and sleeve, “Strange that Young Mr. Kim has been made to keep distance when others who are also looking for forgiveness are not, Prime Alpha.”

Looking at your Beta, you ask, “Am I correct in saying that if he wishes to receive services, he must be present at PMS to sign the contract?”

“He does, Luna, but we can have him come do it later. Just like Mr. Jung and the eldest, Mr. Kim,” answers Derek as he moves to his seat again.

“I see.”  You move to the seat with your name on it and notice that Yoongi is slated to sit next to you, with the Director on your other side.

“He is welcome to be present for the meeting. It does affect him and his bonded mates. I will not stand in his way, Prime Alpha,” you state with the clarity of a Luna, leaving no room for discussion.

“It is still his decision to join this contract of his own free will and no one else’s. Or am I mistaken, Prime Alpha?” you say as your Luna side continues showing her strength.

“You are correct. I will go get him then, Luna Y/n,” Namjoon says, making his way to the door as you and the rest take your respectable seats.

“Director Johnson, it is good to see you again. I hope this hasn’t caused you too much trouble,” you say as he sits beside you.

“Oh no, it has been interesting but nothing troubling,” the director says with a professional smile. “How are you handling all of this? It must not be easy since you have no Playmate training.”

As the director speaks, you feel Yoongi’s tail slowly wrap around you again, as if he is trying not to make it noticeable. Remembering someone mentioned that the Bangtan pack does not have a good relationship with the director, you maintain a smile in hopes that no other issues will come up.

“Not to worry. As you know, I have a family pack with Derek as my Beta. So, I am not completely unaware of pack dynamics, and I have read more than my fair share of contracts and witnessed playmate interactions in the past,” you try to sound sure of yourself.

Before he could respond, the door to the conference room opened again. Namjoon and Taehyung enter, with Namjoon taking his place back on the other side of the table. You pay no mind to what Taehyung is doing to the best of your ability, still being upset.

“Just as in any honest pack, there will be differences of opinions, challenges to positions, and discussions to occur. This will happen as we get to know… each… ooothherr.” Your words stop as you see the odd look on Derek’s face as he pointedly looks at you, then behind you and back several times.

You also note that Yoongi has stiffened, the three other Alphas in your eye line are looking behind you, and the director has also turned to look. Following their lead, you turn in your seat to find Taehyung standing behind you against the wall, looking directly at you, “May I help you, Mr. Kim?”

“Y/n,” starts the young Alpha before several growls cut him off.

“She is Luna Y/n right now, Taehyung-ah. You will take note of her scent and address her as such,” Namjoon says.

“Yes, Prime Alpha,” he answers without his eyes drifting from you and taking a deeper breath. “Luna Y/n, I would like to apologize for my actions this morning. You are your own person. It was wrong of me to assume that you were being mistreated and disrespected by Mr. Green.”

Your eyes widen at his words. Glancing at the director, you notice he frowns deeply at hearing that something has already happened. You can also see that Derek has a look of irritation. However, your attention is pulled back to Taehyung as he kneels on the floor, causing you to stand immediately. You are shocked to have an Alpha do that, but you hear someone clearing your throat before you can process anything.

“Luna Y/n, from this moment until you have forgiven him, Taehyung will be your personal attendant. It is an older tradition but one that Bangtan Pack has utilized for a long time,” informs the Prime Alpha.

“Luna Y/n,” Yoongi gathers your attention. “Remember what I said in the elevator? This is it. Don’t think that because you are new to the pack or where your position is within the pack means that you have to forgive him right away. I think Hobi had him in service for almost a month.”

“27 days. I was in service to him for 27 days, and I will serve you, Luna Y/n, for as long as you see fit,” Taehyung informs you as he sits on the floor behind your chair.

“But why are you on the floor?” you ask, his eyes widening momentarily as he looks to his packmates for help.

“Luna,” calls Derek, “If they are following the traditional Acts of Forgiveness, then the one looking for forgiveness must serve the one who can grant that forgiveness at all times. They must never be found higher than or in front of the grantor. Plus, they must be in close proximity unless the grantor orders otherwise.”

“But he is taller than me! How is that gonna work? He can’t sit on the floor. What will Army think if they get wind of this?” You, not so gracefully, plop back into your seat, “I’m a dead man.”

“Luna Y/n, while I will not go against the traditions of the Acts while within the presence of our Bangtan pack, if it makes you more comfortable, might I suggest something?” Taehyung offers, seemingly unaffected while sitting on the floor like it’s normal.

Glancing at Yoongi for guidance, as you have never dealt with any of these Acts before, much less heard of them before today, he subtly nods his head once. Clearly, this is not something that is not out of sorts for the Bangtan Pack. With that knowledge, you look back at Taehyung and wave your hand for him to continue.

“Why don’t I always walk behind you and sit on a designated side when someone outside the pack can see us? I don’t care about what Army thinks. I care about what you think,” offers the tiger hybrid, still sitting on the floor.

“You don’t… Mr. Kim, you must think of Army. They are the key to your success. I am, by far, not someone to risk a scandal over,” you huff out. Another sharp spike in your lemon-ed scent supports the determination of your words.

“Now, your ideas will work. You still cannot sit on the floor, though. That is not right. You are not a slave. What about using a pillow?” you ask, looking between Namjoon and Derek.

But it's again, Taehyung answers, “If you order for me to use a pillow, I will be grateful for your kindness.”

One thing you loved picking up from Evie’s family when you were young was the ability to identify scents. Scents became your comfort afterward.  Right now, you need that support.

Taking a deep breath, the scent of your Beta with the present members of Bangtan that have found a place in your heart, you say, “Fine. I will follow the Acts of Forgiveness. You can walk behind me, sit to my left in public, and use a pillow when sitting on the floor. Is that agreeable, Mr. Kim?”

Yoongi gives a pleased rumble beside you, and Taehyung nods, “As you wish, Luna.”

You had thought that Taehyung would have taken a seat with the pack or somewhere to your left after agreeing, but he refused because the Director was sitting there. He also refused a pillow “because he caused enough of a delay.”

Deciding that this was a battle you had no desire to pursue because you doubted you would win, you let it slide. You also make a mental note to place an over-stuffed or large pillow in each room you might end up with him in to ensure he is comfortable.

At the same time, you still feel awkward about the Acts of Forgiveness and debate forgiving him when you leave the office. However, your thoughts get pulled to the paperwork in front of you as the meeting officially starts.

Halfway through the contract reading, Seokjin and Hoseok arrive. Both take note of Taehyung sitting on the floor and your still acidic, lemony scent but say nothing. Only a smirk on Hoseok’s face gives you a clue that he at least understands what is going on.

“Jin! Hoseok! You both made it,” you smile, standing up and hugging the eldest Alpha.

“Hello, my dear. Of course, we made it. This is an important meeting,” Seokjin says while he returns your hug.

“I made sure that my dance practice ended on time. My instructor kept trying to make me take breaks, but I wasn’t having it. They understood once I explained it,” says Hoseok as he ruffles your hair on his way to his seat.

“Thank you for joining us. Please take a seat. We are about halfway through. Do you want a moment to catch up?” asks Director Johnson.

At the sound of his voice, Seokjin stiffens, and his face drops. “No, Director. Our Prime Alpha takes care of the pack, including Miss Y/n, as a proper leader should, and neither of us has any reason to question him.”

“Jin,” you whisper harshly, “Be nice. Please, he is still my boss.”

Looking down at you, Seokjin takes a moment to admire you. His Alpha wants to argue that Bangtan has a claim on you that ‘your boss’ will never have.

“I am sorry, my dear.” Seokjin glances at the director, “Thank you for your offer, but we can continue from wherever you are.”

As the eldest Alpha sits next to Namjoon, the meeting moves forward. The preliminary one you agreed to back at their packhouse seemed the same as the contract in front of you once you passed the results from Dr. Blackwell and Ryan’s report.

That is until you get to the last few clauses:

·        The Bangtan Pack will not seek additional Playmates for companion or partner contracts as Y/n is the sole Playmate of the Bangtan Pack. ·        There will be no sexual or intimate contact outside of the contracted individuals. ·        Y/n will have the option to be integrated into the Bangtan Pack by agreement of all members, at which time the Playmate Partner Contract will be null and void.

“Okay, wait. Why does this last clause even need to be included? What do you mean by ‘no sexual or intimate contact’... What does that mean to Alpha hybrids?” you ask as you read and re-read the last clause.

“Integrated? Why is there an option to be integrated into your pack, Prime Alpha?” you ask with your eyes wide.

You look at Namjoon, waiting for his explanation. When he doesn’t answer immediately, you look to Derek, “You wrote the contract. What does this mean? Are you kicking me out of our family pack at the end of this? Are you ashamed of me?”

“What?!? No, Luna, that isn’t happening. That will NEVER happen. Family packs are for life. These were added per last night's eldest Mr. Kim’s email request,” Derek quickly responded, looking to Seokjin to explain.

“Luna Y/n, I want to be very clear with you,” starts Seokjin. “You are someone that none of us were expecting. You intrigue us all. Alpha Yoon has never… NEVER… protected someone outside of Bangtan.”

You glance over at Yoongi, the tips of his ears fluttering, his cheeks hinting rose, and his tail wrapping around your braced wrist.

“Alpha Chim, not Jimin but his Alpha, hasn’t initiated scenting of anyone, mate or not, since Seul-ki left,” your eyes snap to Jimin’s as he nods. “Not only did Jimin-ah tell you about what happened, but Alpha Chim scented you on his own.”

“You have also met Alpha Tae and Alpha Kook. Luna Y/n, you have met over half of our Alphas, and as a mate-bonded high-profile pack, that shouldn’t happen unless there is something special about you.”

“But, I am just me,” you utter softly as a sweet pea, the mate vanilla, and a soft peach scent slowly replaces the lemon tangy.

“Sweets, you are just you, and what you are is amazing. Never forget that,” piped Jungkook.

“Luna Y/n,” Namjoon summons your attention. “I know you ever expected us, and Seokjin-hyung is correct– we never expected you.”

Looking slowly at each of his mates, the Prime Alpha settles back on you, “The additional clause is included because we all feel this longing to be close to you. One of the ways we, as hybrids, get close to someone is through physical means, like how Yoongi-hyung is holding you by his tail right now, or Hoseok-hyung did by scenting your hair when he came in.”

“However, the average human considers most of what we do to be close to one another as intimate. As a pack, we want not to limit our interactions with you. We want to see where we end up naturally with you, Luna,” explains Namjoon.

“Princess, remember that no matter what we want, if you do not want something… please tell us. This goes for anything from holding hands and hugs to cuddling and scenting. If any of the pack members do not listen, I will declare a Challenge to them, and I expect them to do the same with me,” Yoongi adds quickly to ensure clarity and security.

A few comments of agreement are heard, along with Derek muttering under his breath that he “will Challenge if they don’t,” which also causes snickers around the table.

“Ah… well… okay…. I think that is understandable. From what I have experienced so far with getting closer to some of you, the scenting has been very different from what happens with Y/l/n Pack. So, it makes sense that you have that included,” you concur. “But what about the integration part?”

“As you saw with Taehyung-ah’s display this morning, Alphas protect what we consider ours,” Jimin says with a sight smirk. “He isn’t the only one wanting to make it known to others that you are not theirs.”

Next to Jimin, Jungkook’s ears drop as he hides behind them. The action causes you to giggle, and the vanilla mate scent from you grows, drawing the attention of the Bangtan Pack to you.

Yoongi tries to hide his amusement at the awe he finds on the faces of his bonded mates at the change in your scent. Their reaction answers his question about the bond becoming stronger.

Your attention, however, has gone to the contract before you, and the reality of your situation is starting to settle in. You are becoming a Playmate of the Bangtan Pack, and they don’t want to limit interactions. Are they changing yet another part of the contract because of you, or is it for you?

Does that mean you are not alone in your reactions to their advances? You can call those behaviors advances now, can’t you? All you know is that nothing will be the same over the next seven weeks. While your mind is imagining a trillion things that could go wrong, your heart and soul cannot wait for the adventure ahead.

The others around the table agree with everything said so far. Even Director Johnson and Derek have huge smiles and a knowing glint in their eyes.

“Sugar, your scent is turning again. What are you thinking about?” Worries the youngest Alpha, reaching out towards you but stops as he is unsure if it will help.

You attempt to give him a reassuring smile before you turn to sit sideways in your seat. Sitting like this allows you to see Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung.

The three wild cards. You need to talk to them. You want to ensure they want this and not just consent to the contract because of some ‘majority rules’ thing. You need to talk to them without Namjoon or Yoongi around.

“Prime Alpha, Sir, I wish to discuss a few questions with some of your bonded mates. Do I have your permission to speak with them privately?” you ask.

You can feel the room tense up. Looking at Namjoon, you see his face is pensive, but he nods, “You may, Luna Y/n. Do you wish for us to relocate, or do you have another room that you would like to use?”

“Miss Y/n, why don’t we step out? I could use a coffee, and I am sure a few of us may need a break,” Director Johnson offers. He knows the other conference room wouldn’t grant you privacy because of the observation room.

“Thank you, Director. I think that would be a good idea. If Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung would be so kind as to remain, we could discuss a few things,” you say, but your eyes never leave Namjoon's. Watching the expression change to one of understanding.

“As you wish, Luna,” responds Taehyung, but your heart tugs at the thought he is only willing to stay because he is in trouble with you and the Prime Alpha because of this morning.

“Hoseok-hyung and Jimin-ah, are you comfortable staying?” asks Derek. The questioned Alphas nod and smile, prompting the PMS representation to stand.

“Wonderful. If the rest come with me, I can show you where the cafe and restrooms are. Also, answer any questions you may have,” informs the Director, giving the remaining Bangtan packmates no room to wiggle their way into staying.

At this point, you are actively avoiding Yoongi’s staring as it is boring into your head. You know that if you were to look at him, you would give in and ask him to stay.

Doing this, however, allows you to see the concerned look shared between Jungkook and Hoseok and the quiet conversation between Seokjin, Namjoon, and Derek. Slowly, you feel the drag of Yoongi’s tail uncurling from you as he and the others follow the director out.

After what feels like the longest tour ever, the Director leaves with Derik with the mention to let the front desk know when everyone is ready to resume the meeting.

Coming out of his fog, Jin realizes they have returned to the break room where it all started. Looking around, he takes in his pack mates.

Jungkook has attached himself to Yoongi, looking like he lost his best friend. Yoongi attempts to comfort the young Alpha, but his ears are pinned on the break room door, and he is undoubtedly listening for any indication that Y/n and the others are ready to continue.

Namjoon also watches them, his tail hanging low and his ears flicking between laying flat and listening for something. Jin is thankful that the Prime Alpha could hold the conversation during the tour, allowing the rest to be in their own world.

Jungkook is the first to break the silence. With hushed tones, he asks, “Do you… why do you… she isn’t leaving, right, Joon-hyung?”

Looking at the door, Namjoon sighs. “I don’t think she is. I think she just has questions. It’s best not to jump to conclusions, Kookie.”

“Y/n knows our scents,” Jin blurts out to the room. His eyes bounced between them all.

“She can do what?” Namjoon steps closer to Jin. “How can she do that?”

“I don’t know, Joon. While on our date, she told me that she knows Yoongi’s, Kook’s, mine, and even Jimin’s scents. Guys, she was right in them all,” he says with wide eyes.

“She knows my scent. Our new mate knows my scent. She has to be bonding with us then, right?” asks a hopeful Jungkook.

“I mentioned earlier that her vanilla mate scent was getting stronger around me. That is an indication that the bond is becoming solidified. She must be growing the bonds with the mates that have shown their Alphas or scented her,” offers Yoongi.

“I figured she is bonding with Jimin and Taehyung, so why the private meeting with them? I would think she would want to meet with those she cannot recognize,” contemplates Seokjin as he moves to sit next to his mates on the small couch.

“I don’t know, hyung. I just hope that whatever answers they give her are the answers she needs to hear,” laments the Prime Alpha.

With Namjoon’s last words, the room falls silent, and each speculates what is happening in the conference room.

“If you are waiting for the pack to be far enough away to not listen in to the conversation, they are. I can’t hear anything,” Taehyung offers.

“I wasn’t, but that is good to know. Thank you. Can you please take a seat? I want to talk to Alpha Taehyung and not “currently being punished” Taehyung,” you ask, gesturing to the seats next to his packmates.

Taehyung looks at you with confusion and then looks past you to Hoseok, who subtly shakes his head. Standing up, Taehyung takes the seat to your left. “Luna, what is it you want to talk about?”

Turning to sit straight in your chair, you clasp your hands together on the table and take a deep breath.

This is it.

“I know I came outta nowhere,” you state plainly.  “I can see that you were happy and untroubled before I crashed into your lives and the lives of your mates. I have absolutely no desire to ruin your bond with Yoongi, Jungkook, and Seokjin.”

“Y/n, you aren’t…” Hoseok starts to say, but you cut him off. “Let me finish. Please?”

After a moment of silence, you continue, “I understand there is a cultural and instinctual obligation between Yoongi and me, but it doesn’t have to involve everyone else. Seokjin and Jungkook have also grown an attachment to me. For the life of me, I have also grown attached to them. All three of them.”

Feeling the tightness in your chest and the slight tremble of your hands, you take a deep breath, hoping to remain calm and not cry. You can hear one of the hybrids in the room shifting in their seat, probably impatient with you for keeping you from getting this over with.

“I know your Prime Alpha signs onto any contract the pack enters into, as most pack leaders do, but the three of you have a choice.” A sharp intake of breath. A scrap of a chair, you continue, “I will support and stand against Namjoon if any of you wants to back out of the contract presented to us today.”

Silence followed your words, but you didn’t dare look at them.

Your words strike Jimin with strength beyond description right now. Even if it meant going against a Prime Alpha hybrid, you would support them. Most other Alphas, heck… hybrids refuse to challenge a Prime Alpha, much less a human, but here you are. Do you understand how selfless your actions are?

Taehyung is cursing himself in every language he knows, maybe even some he makes up. Before this morning’s fiasco, he would have bet money that you would allow him to have a scenting session with you, but with what you are saying right now, he isn’t even sure you would let him get close enough to do it on accident.

If you only knew who you are, it would explain why the choice you gave them is not an option, even if it has a meaningful impact. It would also help you see why he had to act as he did this morning, whether it was over the top or not.

The only calm one in the room is Hoseok. Unlike the younger mates in the room, he remembers the words that your Beta has said before and the warnings that were given. One of the things Hoseok can tell is how touch-starved you are; your actions also show that you are trained to deny it, and it coincides with the warnings. This presents a problem for later since he has also been watching you around his mates. Observing how the mate bonds between you and Yoongi and you and Jungkook are practically glowing because it seems your mate bond only grows through that physical touch.

However, right now, the three of them must find a way to convince you that they want to be there. Despite their lack of skinship with you, they would want nothing more than you to be by their side for the rest of their days.

“Y/n, I would like to address you as just Y/n, not Luna Y/n or Miss Y/l/n. May I do that?” Hoseok asks with a gentle tone.

Finally, looking away from your hands, you meet the marten hybrid gaze, “Of course, Hoseok.”

“First, I would like to offer my apologies for not being available to get to know you better. Tomorrow is one of my free days, and I would enjoy nothing more than spending time with you and my other available mates.”

Leaning forward, he continues, “Second, I want to apologize for not following through on my promise to keep you laughing. I have every intention of signing the contract and following through.”

“Hyung is right,” Jimin joins in. “I promised to be your friend, but a friend is just the start. Any strong relationship that lasts has a friendship deeply entwined within. My Alpha has been after me to close the distance between us, and I also want to. I have never even thought of not signing the contract, nor will I ever.”

Your breathing starts to return to normal as they speak, and your scent begins to blend into your sweet pea because two of the Alphas want to keep going. You can tell by their honest expressions, the sincerity of their words, and the openness of their posture that they are following their own path and not being forced, as you had worried.

That leaves one more. Both Alphas across from you have turned their attention to the tiger sitting next to you with fondness in their eyes.

“Y/n, can you look at me please?” Taehyung asks with uncertainty. Your eyes are still on Hoseok when he glances back at you and nods toward the awaiting Alpha.

Closing your eyes and tilting your face downward, you turn in your seat to angle yourself to face him. Taking the chance, you open your eyes and look at the man before you.

The intensity of his stare is not what you were expecting. A swirl of emotions in his eyes conveys dominance, worry, anger, hope, and panic. Meanwhile, you can almost feel the tension he is holding in his posture.  His back isn’t straight because he is trying to look at you from the same level, his tail is snapping behind him, and his ears are pinned so far down that you can’t see them anymore.

Simultaneously, you want to run from the predator before you and lose yourself in him. All you end up doing is saying his name in a way that shows just how breathless he has made you, “Taehyung.”

“No.”

That word breaks you out of the enthrallment you swore the tiger hybrid turned vampire had you under. Shaking your head in confusion, you open your mouth to question everything when he continues.

“No, you didn’t crash into our lives. We wanted you before you got injured. Jin-hyung, Jimin-ah, and Jungkook-ah had all asked about making you ours before we met anyone else.

“No, you cannot and would not ruin any bond that any of the Bangtan bonded mates have. In fact, despite what you may think, all of us have grown attached to you.” Taehyung takes your hands in. His eyes soften into a fondness you haven’t seen before, saying, “There is no way that contract will be missing any of our signatures. Everyone wants you in our lives.”

You are still trying to process it all and are at a loss for words.

Taehyung just gave you a surplus of information that you never thought possible. Your heart fluttered and skipped beats. It’s slightly overwhelming but comforting.

A gentle thumb on your cheek pulls you out of your gaze at Taehyung, and you see Hoseok kneeling next to your chair, wiping the tears you didn’t know had fallen.

“Pretty, Taehyung is correct in everything he said. We all want to be around you for at least the next eight weeks. Each of us wants to grow this connection with you to see where it goes,” Hoseok says, now cradling your face in his palm.

“Y/n,” Jimin calls your attention as he stands behind the kneeling Alpha. “None of us are signing the contract or inviting you into our lives because of an accident.”

“No one is being forced, either,” Jimin clarifies before you can express any doubt. “Maybe one day you should ask Manager Sejin and Namjoon about the argument they had with Bang PD-nim while we were on the flight after he heard your voice over the phone.”

“You guys have no idea… No, I have no idea what to say. You three have said plenty,” you chuckle at your misspoken words.

Pulling your hands out of Taehyung’s, you lay one over Hoseok’s and snuggle into the warmth. After collecting yourself, you say, “Thank you for everything you have expressed. I feel a lot calmer about everything. Yoongi had said to look to him, Jungkook, and Seokjin to see how things should be.”

“He isn’t wrong. However, I would much rather have what you have with them be experienced with the rest of us,” says Taehyung as he slides the contract closer to you.

The contract's last page rests on top; it’s the signature page. Per standard procedure, Derik and Director Johson sign the copies before the meeting.

But that is not what catches your attention.

Every signature line is filled but one…

Yours.

“Luna y/n, Miss Y/n, Yoongi’s princess, Seokjin’s dear, Jungkook’s sugar, my pretty, and all the additional names to come…” Hoseok holds out a pen to you and asks, “Will you please give us a chance?”

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I had to sign to the Devil now I’m on

Alpha!Rafe Cameron & Alpha!JJ Maybank x Omega!reader

TW: 18+ MDNI, NON-CON, DUBCON, afab!reader, reader being called “honey” most of the time, toxic alpha behavior, threesome, rough unprotected P in V, creampie, fingering, squirting, oral ( f receiving), choking,degradation, biting, primal play (non-consensual), a/b/o terminologies, marking/bonding, spitting, (let me know if I have missed anything!)

Author’s note: screw my halloween thingy. i clearly underestimated myself by thinking that I can write something short and call it a day while working full-time and writing book reviews as a side job lol. love you all and thanks for sticking around!

P.s. this is not beta’d hehe. We die like men.

“Do you need anything else?” Concern was evident on your mother’s voice, her shadow showing that she’s still outside your door, patiently waiting for an answer. “I-I’m fine mom..” you breathlessly answered “I t-think I can h-handle this for now.. thank you.” Before you even finished thanking her, another wave of nausea made you stumble towards you toilet. You tried to empty your stomach that was already empty for days now, puking your heart out.

Hearing you vomiting, your mom entered the room and held your hair out of the way, kneeling with you while rubbing soft circles on your back. She helped you cleaned up yourself, gently laying you down on your bed before arranging an array of snacks and microwaveable soups near your desk along with medication that might help ease out the pain and.. heat spells.

“I will ask your dad to give you space, we will go out for a few days, I know how much you hate our scents at this time. I am so sorry honey I cannot help you—“ “it’s alright mom. This is already too much.” You smiled at her, easing her nerves before quickly pressing a kiss on your forehead, trying not to overwhelm you with her own scent. “Just message us once you feel like its over, okay? Or anything, really.” Giving a curt nod, she left your room, hearing her softly talking to your dad.

Both of your parents are Alphas, based on the genetics class that you took, you have to be an Alpha as well. Everyone around you presented months ahead of you, some even years. Being the only late-bloomer at a small town, word quickly travelled and you were labelled as the “odd” one. You ignored them though, confidently assuring yourself that you are going to be one of the small numbers of being an Alpha. Omegas were very rare as well, yet you would rather be an Alpha with how severe Omega heats are. And as far as you know, if an Omega presents, their heat immediately follows. You really don’t want to be handling two major things in one sitting.

Something in your gut was not feeling right as you listen to your lecturer, taking notes on all the possible symptoms for every class.

You were having a small crisis during one of your breaks at the university, frustrated at still not having a status on the ‘hierarchy’ while ignoring texts from 2 annoying people that you try not to meet on campus every day. Your phone kept on vibrating, making you sigh in annoyance and proceeding to block those 2 numbers despite knowing that they will find another way to send you messages.

The two annoying people that got blocked was JJ and Rafe, who happens to be the top Alphas on the campus that you pay no mind to. Who also happens to be the people you have drunkenly slept with after a night long of partying for the first time. Waking up sandwiched in between of them, all three of you covered in bites and hickeys, your mind quickly presented every possible thing that the woman at campus might do to you. You carefully slide out of their hold and quickly dressed up, tiptoed your way out without even leaving a note.

You tried to act normal the next day, thinking that if you don’t pay any attention to them they wouldn’t notice you nor remember what happened that night. But with how heavy their gazes are towards you, you quickly realised that they are not on the same page as you are. Confusion ate you as to why would it bother them, but you continued to avoid them and their gazes. It was quiet for a while, before they started texting you. It went from “Hi. Its JJ :)” “Hey its Rafe” to “Would really love to feel you again” “you were so hot that night” which made your cheeks burn in embarrassment, quickly deleting their messages, only to be met with a new number and tons of missed calls.

You do not get their obsession at all, cause you are pretty sure you were hammered that night. Shots after shots, cocktails after cocktails, you were sure you just got wild and did the usual things to them that would be done with a normal hook up. You did not expect your first time partying to end up in their arms, but sure as hell you do not want to experience whatever might happen if word goes out that you slept with the “hottest” people in your university.

Sighing, you stared at your melting smoothie. The gloomy weather was affecting you as you slowly face the sky. You looked down at your sprawled out notes, trying to talk to yourself to study instead of overthinking about when you would present. The sky looks gloomier, making you quickly pack your things as it looks like its going to rain, when suddenly you felt dizzy.

You quickly balanced yourself, clutching your bag near your chest in shock. You were just thinking on what might be the reason before another wave of dizziness hits you once again. Sitting down slowly on the bench, you quickly messaged your bestfriend if she can take you home. Your best friend immediately came to where you are, helping you on her car. “Holy fuck you look so pale” she commented in the middle of the drive towards your house, your hair sticking at your nape and your forehead as you feel hot and cold at the same time.

Your best friend told your parents what happened, letting you rest. A few days rest would be enough, you thought. That clearly did not work. 5 days went by like a blur, days were spent on having the highest fever ever to vomiting the soup that you ate for lunch. And with how severe and noticeable the symptoms are, your parents chose to go out for a while to not overwhelm you with their pheromones, leaving you alone.

The nausea that you had throughout those days was replaced with something more embarrassing and something that made you cry in frustration. The sudden heat and wetness that kept on pooling on your legs with the excessive amount of releasing pheromones into the air only meant one thing.. you’re presenting as an Omega and you’re having your first heat.

You laid down sweaty on your bed, the room stuffy and boiling hot for you despite the cold autumn air entering through your windows and the AC that you have turned on. A wave of pleasure had hit your body, your hands pushing down the garter of your soaking wet underwear, immediately slipping two fingers in your deprived pussy. You mewled at the sudden feeling, thrusting your fingers almost immediately to relieve yourself. Holding your legs up, you continued to pump your fingers in and out to reach the climax that seems so far away. You cried out in frustration, stopping your actions when you’ve realized that whatever you’re doing is not and won’t be enough unless its an Alpha.

You quickly grabbed your phone beside, messaging your bestfriend about your situation.

“I am hundred percent certain that I’m presenting as an Omega and I’m having my first heat. Do you mind telling Pope to— you know..? Visit me.. if he’s there at the party”

Pope was your safest bet for an Alpha to help you out. The guy was the kindest and definitely one of the smartest people you have ever met, so you trust that whatever he would do would help you and ease the pain. There was a sudden pain in your chest from your heat that pushed you to release more of your scent, you’re breathing so fast that you try to ease the pain by curling into a ball. Waiting for it stop, you heard your phone pinged and quickly took a look at your bestfriend’s message that says “Oh shit, I’m on it 🫡”

You waited for what seems to be hours, as your heat becomes more and more unmanageable. You tried to look decent at least, a red, thin silk nightgown that sits on your body perfect and a properly brushed hair before swiping some strawberry lipgloss. You felt bare and nervous with Pope seeing you in this state, but you cannot help at thinking that this might be a step on having a serious relationship with someone reliable and can help you out with your cycles.

The doorbell rang, making you gulp nervously before trotting downstairs to open the door slightly and what you saw just made your stomach drop along with your smile. “What the hell are you both doing here?” You asked with squinted eyes, holding the doorknob tightly.

JJ’s huge smile greeted you while Rafe just smirked in amusement. “Are you that disappointed to see us?” JJ asked, making you squint harder at him in annoyance. Rafe just chuckled before pouting to mock at your expression, leaning on the door frame which made you close the door a bit more. “Aww, she doesn’t wanna see us.” “Shut up. I asked you guys a question, what are you both doing here?” You continued, trying not to get overwhelmed with both of their scents as you will yourself not to give in.

“Well, we heard something from a little birdie that someone has presented as an Omega and well.. that someone, requires some top Alpha service.” JJ answered behind Rafe, a menacing smile on his face as he stares on your paling face. “Mhm,” Rafe nods in agreement before slightly pushing the door, gripping the edge tightly. “Do you know who that new Omega is?” The slight push exposed your thin nightgown, and based on Rafe’s darkening expression and JJ’s slightly wide eyes, you knew that you’re running out of time to push them away.

“I don’t know what you guys are talking about.” With an eye roll, you were about to slam the door, when both of them pushed it to stop you. You were still holding the door knob so you tried to push it close only to be met with resistance. “Seriously, you’re fucking choosing Pope? When you have us?” Rafe asks, his blue eyes staring at you so intently as he try to sneak a peek at your body behind the door. You heard JJ sigh, laying his palm flat on your door, hearing the clunk of his rings. “You know.. I feel a bit betrayed. You, choosing a good friend of mine, instead of me? Have you forgotten what you said to us THAT night?”

His emphasis made you shut your eyes, the image of their bare torsos flooding your memory and their breathless sighs made you clench your legs, unknowingly releasing some pheromones into the air that wafted straight into their nostrils. Both taking a deep breath, your scent smelling like amber, honey, and vanilla, making both of them salivate. You snapped out of your daze when you noticed them being quiet, realising your mistake when you noticed that their eyes are almost black,irises swallowing the pretty blue hues of their orbs.

You tried to push the door shut once again, both Rafe and JJ trying to push it open. “Open the door, honey. Come on.” Rafe said menacingly, staring you down. The vast difference of your size to them made you shiver in fear and anticipation on what they might do to you. You slapped yourself mentally before trying to push it shut again. JJ clicked his tongue before sighing “That’s it.” He mumbled under his breath before giving Rafe a short nod. Rafe just smirked before they both gave the door one solid push, making you tumble backwards.

Preventing yourself from falling backwards, you immediately balanced yourself, slowly stepping back while maintaining eye contact with the two. Your heart is pounding inside your chest so loud that you can hear it together with your heavy breaths. Rafe and JJ’s stature just scares you, their toned arms ready to capture you as they walk towards you like a predator catching its prey. When a click was heard with JJ shutting the door, you quickly grabbed whatever was near you, which happens to be a vase, and threw it towards the two.

With Rafe being the closest, he barely managed to dodge it, scraping the side of his arm. He just looked at you, snapping his neck as he chuckles. “Oh woohh..” he exhaled, a menacing smirk on his lips as JJ just laughed beside him. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He growled lowly, not taking his eyes of your quivering form. “Run, honey. Cause once we catch you—“ you did not even let JJ finished his sentence before you start running upstairs, hearing their laughter echoing throughout the empty house.

You were panicking, trying to wrack your brain on where to hide. Your house was a decent size, so even though there’s not much place to hide, you still knew what places they might not even spare a glance. You crawled inside a spacious cupboard that is concealed behind the door in your guest bathroom, talking to yourself inside your head to slow down your breathing.

“Honey~ come out, come out wherever you are~” JJ called out in a singsong way while Rafe just chuckled. You heard their steps getting closer before hearing them walk away to check whatever room they haven’t checked. Covering your mouth in fear, you closed your eyes to stop yourself from shivering. You just wanted this to end, this fucking heat. This situation. This was far from what you wanted already, from discovering you’re an omega to seeing the people that you hate so much outside of your house instead of Pope.

It was suspiciously quiet, yet you did not move. You were still trying to control your thoughts and your shivering body, your hair sticking into your skin with how warm you are feeling because of your heat and because of the cramped space. You felt another ripple of pleasure, making you close your eyes shut. “Not now, not now, not now” you plead to yourself, the heat being way more worse after the confrontation. You didn’t hear anything from outside. Trusting your gut feeling, you removed your hands from your mouth and finally opened your eyes.

Only to be met with Rafe and JJ’s big smile that made the blood drain from your face.

“Boo.”

A deafening scream escaped your throat as Rafe grabbed you out of your hiding space, your arm suffering from a bruising grip. You did not stop trying to hit him or JJ even when he carried you over his shoulder, trying to hit his back while also aiming to kick JJ. Rafe smacked your ass, the pain immediately traveling to your wet core. JJ smelled it in the air, watching you sob as Rafe plopped you down on your bed. They both stared at your disheveled state, your nightgown sticking to your skin, highlighting your pebbled nipples that are now evident thanks to the cold air from you open window.

Both men did not waste any time, taking off their clothes as you watch in shock. You cannot help your eyes trailing down, from their faces that showed no other emotion than want, to their taut arms and muscles. Your eyes widened when you saw how huge their cocks are just because of your heat, Rafe’s longer and a bit curved while JJ’s a good length yet clearly thicker than the other, making you gulp in fear and anticipation, your hormones taking over your mind as it turns into a mush.

They were both beside you in an instant, with Rafe landing a slap on your cheek that does not sting much yet brought your mind down back to your body again. “Why can’t you just follow, huh? This wouldn’t have happened if you just listened to us.” You continued to just stare at him, trying to cover your breasts using your arms before you felt JJ wrapping his hand around your neck. “He is asking a question, honey. Come on now.”

Your eyes started to water yet you felt your pussy clench on nothing, instead of answering, you have accidentally let out a soft mewl.

“Fuck, look at you.” JJ spoke, licking his lips as his hold on your neck slightly tightened. “Who would have known that you will love this?” Rafe grabbed the neck line of your night gown before ripping it, making you gasp. You felt vulnerable by the sudden action, trying to cover up your body which made them both annoyed.

“Who told you to cover yourself up, slut?” You felt Rafe smack your leg, before shoving it upwards to show them your weeping cunt. Your face heated up in shame with how wet you are, your own juices trailing down your legs. You didn’t get to answer back as JJ lets go of his hold on your neck before leaning down to kiss you. The kiss is sloppy and extra messy because of what your heat was doing to them. He tasted every corner of your mouth as you obediently open to let him, tongues dancing with each other, biting his bottom lip which made him groan into your mouth. The sound made your pussy clench on nothing, making Rafe laugh mockingly.

“Aww, look at this weeping cunt. I bet you had a hard time huh? It’s alright, I will make you feel good.” You didn’t have enough time to get down from the high of JJ’s kiss when you felt Rafe lick your folds slowly, coating his tongue in your essence. The action made you grip JJ’s hair while he press wet kisses on your neck, sucking and licking as he covers you with hickeys.

Your brain turned into a mush, the fight inside of you now long gone as you feel mind-numbing pleasure from the both of them. Rafe continued to plunge his tongue inside of you, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles, his mouth and chin covered in your slick as he continue to eat you out. Sliding a finger inside of you, you immediately moaned and clenched, making the kook king smirk mockingly. “And she wants to put up a fight? Hah.” JJ commented before latching on your nipples, teasing it between his teeth and feeling it harden on his tongue. You don’t know what’s happening anymore, other than the feel of their mouths on your body. Rafe slipped in another finger, and another when you mewled.

His three fingers pumped in an out of you, setting a punishing pace. You had long shut your eyes, brows scrunched in pleasure with your mouth agape. JJ tapped your cheek repeatedly, making you open your eyes. “Keep your eyes open and watch us fuck you.” You watched Rafe suck your clit, fingers squelching as it tries to go deeper everytime, and when he curved his fingers and felt that rough texture, your eyes rolled at the back of your head, snapping open that release that you’ve wanted for days.

Rafe felt your pussy flood with your cum, clenching hard on his fingers. Continuing still, JJ grinned when he watched your legs shake, making Rafe pull back. “Oh shit” he muttered, both of them seeing the liquid gushing out of your cunt. “God.. thats fucking hot.” Brushing his hair upwards, while Rafe wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, your chest heaving up and down.

You were tired but not yet satisfied as your mouth waters at the sight of their cocks, seemingly larger than earlier. You wanted to suck and taste it, feel it heavy on you tongue but it seems like they don’t want that today. Both men positioned your body for what they want to do, JJ sliding underneath you with Rafe positioning himself above you. Your eyes were slowly closing, before a slap echoed on the room. “Fucking wake up, you hear me?” With a clenched jaw, Rafe grabbed you by the jaw with force, making you nod your head. JJ cackled, pressing his bare chest on yours. “Where’s the fight that you had earlier? Gone already?” He continued to made fun of you, feeling him rub his tip to your puckered hole. “Knew it was this easy to get you like this. Why are you even playing hard to get?”

Being sandwiched between them two sent your brain into an overload. All you were thinking about was the relief and pleasure of having them and taking them both. The fight inside of you turned into craving the feeling of their lips on your skin, their pheromones clouding your mind as much as your cloud theirs. You felt your slick drip down, from your puffy pussy lips to your hole. You felt the soft tip of JJ’s cock poking your hole, lubricating it with your slick and with his pre-cum before pushing in slowly. The intrusion made your body tense up, craning your head back and resting it on his shoulder. JJ hissed with the tightness, holding in a breath as he push,push,push inside of you. Rafe noticed how you scrunched your eyebrows, making him rub circles on your clit to loosen you up.

The sudden action made you scratch JJ’s arm that was holding you in place, squirting as he is finally balls deep inside of you. JJ lets out a shaky breath while Rafe only chuckled, before pushing his huge cock inside of you without warning. You gasped, looking down to slightly to see his flushed body connecting with yours while feeling JJ behind you, hands now holding your legs open. Leaning closer, Rafe growled in your ear while JJ moaned on the other side. Both men tentatively gave you one hard thrust, making you clench on the both of them.

The action made both of them give you another hard thrust, hands digging on your waist and hips, trying to create a rhythm. Rafe’s thrust were continuous and forceful, immediately hitting your sweet spot which made you curl your toes while JJ’s were short yet deep, stuffing your entrance so full of his thick cock that all you can think about is how full you are and how mind-numbing the pleasure is.

JJ constantly sucks hickeys on the side of your neck while Rafe attacks your lips with a searing kiss, their hips never stopping as drools drips from the side of your lips. Both blondes cannot help but bask on the feeling of your wetness and the squelching sounds your holes are making while you moan so erotically for them to hear, your sweet scent making it more pleasurable for them. “I-I’m close.. oh god I’m so c-close..!” You tried to warn them, holding Rafe close as you drag your nails on his back making the taller male stutter out a low moan.

Your warning just made JJ’s urge to own you stronger, grabbing your hips in a bruising hold as he piston his hips, feeling his wet balls smacking your ass with every thrust, prompting Rafe to do the same. “Take it— fuck, take it you fucking whore..!” He whispered with Rafe wrapping his hand on your neck, squeezing slightly making you open your eyes. “Doesn’t this remind you of that night?” He asks, following JJ’s rhythm. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you get overwhelmed with pleasure, constantly moaning and releasing a series of ah,ah,ah as a bitch in heat. “You told us you are ours that night, stuffing you so full like this.” He smirked at you, watching how filthy you look like, taking both of their cocks and letting them have their way with you. JJ chuckled breathlessly when he hear what Rafe said “yeah— fuck— remember how she moaned that night while holding her legs open? Then acted like nothing happened, now look at you. Back to doing it again for us.”

You were too far gone. Their comments slipping down your brain as your body focused on the fullness and the harsh circles on your clit that you don’t even know who’s giving you with your eyes rolled at the back of your head. “C-coming..!” You didn’t even finished your warning as you cum, clenching on both of them tightly. Yoyur body convulsed, mouth slack and open which prompted Rafe to spit on it. Both men felt your hot slick wetting them both, chasing their own highs.

JJ looked at Rafe, licking his bottom lip before cocking an eyebrow. A silent challenge to the other alpha male before sinking his teeth on your shoulder blade. The sharp pain made you open your eyes full of unshed tears, breathing heavy as pain and pleasure mixed inside of you. JJ licked the wound, pressing with kisses before huskily moaning, releasing his cum deep inside of you, filling you up as he relishes on the high from the sex and from marking you as his. “Mine.” JJ whispered while looking at Rafe, clearly challenging the other with a smug smirk.

Rafe snarled, baring his teeth on the other blonde before thrusting deep inside of your abused cunt and biting the other side of your shoulder. His bite was rougher than the other, hot pain searing inside of you as you open your mouth in a silent scream before feeling him cum deep inside of you. Kissing the bitten area of your shoulders, they both stayed inside of you before pulling out at the same time. Your tired state was evident with how flushed your cheeks are and how your eyes were barely open.

Both of them stood up, JJ laying down your tired form properly on the bed while Rafe grabs a wet cloth to clean you up. While cleaning you properly, both men cannot help but watch you sleep while baring their marks, officially marking you as theirs. They want you for themselves but both of them won’t back down, settling on the terms that they share you, as long as its only the two of them that gets to taste and fuck you.

They held your body close, the haze of stuffing you full still buzzing on their system as they settle beside you. Looking at their bite marks, both of them grinned foolishly, finally claiming you as theirs.

“You fucking assholes!”

Both men immediately sits up in shock, still sleepy from the draining activities last night. When they both opened their eyes, they saw you standing in front of your mirror, staring at the bites that they left on each of your shoulder blades in horror.

You looked at both of them in disbelief, hiding the marks with your hands while you sob. JJ and Rafe just smiled at you, clearly proud of their work. “Get out— get out!” You screamed at their faces, ignoring the fact that your heat is still not finished yet. Feeling betrayed that they staked their claim. Now everyone will know who claimed you, their pheromones will always cling on your skin and your body reacting more actively when they’re closer because they had bonded you without your consent. You sobbed at the fact that instead of having someone mature to help you out on your heat cycles, you instead got two of the most possessive bastards in the world.

Rafe just leaned back while JJ rested his head on his hands. “Now, now” JJ started. “I think you need to calm down. We really need to teach our little omega how to speak to her Alphas properly, right, Rafe?” The other just chuckled, eyeing your naked body with lust. “Oh definitely. I cannot have a bratty little omega prancing around with such a dirty mouth. I guess, we both need to stuff her mouth with our cocks, put her into place huh?” You ignored them and screamed “oh fuck off! You fucking pieces of shit!” Your chest was heaving in anger.

Rafe grabbed the lamp besides him and threw it on the wall behind you while JJ lets out a warning growl.

You just stared at them in shock, covering your now cowering body as they stare at you intensely with clenched jaws. JJ stood up, walking towards you before dragging you forcefully towards the bed by your hair. Letting out a scream,he shoved you down the bed with your ass propped up for both of them to see, before landing a harsh spank on your ass. You cried out in pain, before feeling Rafe’s hand on your nape, pressing you down and choking you.

“You are ours. OURS.” He threatened through clenched teeth.

The sun went down. The day ended with you covered and full with their cum, using and abusing all your holes, covered in hickeys and bruises that will last for days. Clearly expecting you to learn your lesson, your mind blank as you take and take whatever they give you.

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The Fernweh Saga: Book One is a 600,000-word interactive, romantic thriller novel by Aelsa Trevelyan. It's entirely text-based, without graphics or sound effects, and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.

Return to a small town that you now feel a stranger in. It has been years since you were sent away following the tragic house fire that claimed your parents' lives, but the death of your grandfather has brought you back. While grim circumstances overshadow the visit you never planned on making, there are also opportunities to reminisce, reconnect, and reunite with old childhood friends, rivals, and neighbors. Familiar faces are all around, but will they aid or hinder you as your return trip spirals into a dark mystery and you start experiencing vivid nightmares? Begin to unravel what is going on in this seemingly idyllic, forested town.

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The Warriors and their Odyssey of misogyny

I can’t stop thinking about how The Warriors is more relevant now than ever, especially in the wake of the 2024 election. This isn’t just a story about gang conflicts and survival—it's a brutally honest reflection of the world that marginalized people have to navigate every day. At its core, it’s about fighting through a sea of misogyny and toxic masculinity to survive in a system that’s dead set on crushing those who don’t fit its narrative.

Let’s start with Luther. He’s a white incel in every sense—angry, destructive, and, above all, ready to deflect blame the moment he’s caught in his own violence. After killing a black female activist, he immediately accuses the Warriors. Cleon, a character who knows what it means to fight for your community, begs for reason, for justice. But it’s hopeless—Luther’s lie spreads through his gang the Rouges, and every gang believes him. They want to believe the white man’s narrative. This is how the Warriors become outcasts, hunted by everyone.

What’s chilling, though, is how The Warriors dives deep into the nuances of toxic masculinity, showing it in forms we recognize all too well.

First, we have the Turnbull ACs—the poster boys of hyper-masculine violence. They’re the first to pursue the Warriors, and they’re more than willing to turn their hunt into something brutal. The ACs don't just want revenge; they want to dominate, to assert their power over the Warriors in every violent way possible. All in the name of Cyrus, no less—a symbol of a leader they’ll never understand. And they’re acting this way because of a lie, blindly following a dangerous white man’s narrative without question. It’s the rawest depiction of machismo and rage—almost an anthem of how Men of Color end up perpetuating harmful Eurocentric viewpoints just be a part of a society that hates them too.

Then come the Orphans. The Orphans are all talk, acting like the typical online "alpha males" we see on Reddit or Twitter. They talk big about their strength and what they’d do to women, but they’re nothing but insecure. The moment a more feminine-presenting Warrior flirts with them, they back down, only to puff up again when Mercy questions their manhood. It’s pathetic, really, but also painfully real. As soon as the Warriors fight back, the Orphans crumble, showing us exactly how performative their masculinity truly is.

Then there’s the Hurricanes—the only group to stand with the Warriors. They’re queer, and they know what it’s like to be outcast, to run because society sees you as something to be destroyed. The Hurricanes offer a quiet, resilient kind of mentorship, showing the Warriors that they don’t have to run—that they can fight. The solidarity here is beautiful, and historically resonant. Queer rights and women’s rights are so deeply intertwined because they’ve both faced the brutal crush of patriarchy, especially from those determined to keep the world “pure” and “safe” for white, conservative ideals. The Hurricanes help the Warriors see their own power, and it’s their influence that eventually allows them to survive.

But the most frightening group? The Bizzies. They’re the “nice guys,” the false allies who sing about being there to help. In their song “We Got You,” they say everything marginalized people want to hear. They’re supportive, kind, and reassuring—until they get you in a dark place, where your screams can’t be heard. Cowgirl lets her guard down with them, only to find out that their support was a façade. The Bizzies are insidious because this happens all the time in real life. Fake allies talk about helping marginalized people but vanish or even turn hostile the moment things get difficult. In 2024, we’re reminded every day that this kind of allyship is hollow.

A recent Vulture review questioned why most of the male characters in The Warriors are “bad” and argued that this one-sided view “limits” the story. But here’s the thing: this isn’t one-sided for those of us who are marginalized. For women, queer folks, and people of color, this is our reality. The Warriors reveals what’s true for many of us: that we have to rely on each other, and that the fight for our own freedom is in our hands because no one else will fight it for us without diluting or dismissing it.

In a way, The Warriors is the sequel to Hamilton we need in 2024. It’s a call to action, a piece that understands what it means to exist on the fringes of a world that was never designed for you. For those who think this story isn’t “realistic,” I urge you to think about what it means to live without the privilege of being heard, of being believed. This is the life marginalized communities face every day—the struggle of knowing that no matter how loud we shout, society might never listen.

We’re the ones who have to make our voices heard. And The Warriors reminds us that we’re not alone in this fight.

[electronickingdomfox]

"Memory Prime" review

Novel from 1988, by Garfield and Judith Reeves-Stevens. It's strange that the title says "the new novel by...", since as far as I know, this was the first Star Trek book of these authors. Chaotic, crazy, convoluted, at times campy and hard to follow, it's also a lot of fun. Even the cover is a "what-the-fuck" moment, with that Spock looking tiredly at the viewer, wearing the trademark Kirk-ripped-shirt.

The story mixes several TOS elements: a conspiracy to kill someone aboard the Enterprise; a mission to rescue Spock that puts everyone's careers in danger; and an obnoxious Commodore that hinders the heroes' efforts. All mixed and enhanced to cinematic level. Apart from all that, the novel expands on the story from "The Lights of Zetar", showing the aftermath of Memory Alpha's destruction. And has Mira Romaine (the guest from that episode) as one of the main characters.

The titular Memory Prime is the new center of knowledge and research for the Federation, and the main node in a network of similar centers, each in a different asteroid. Selected as the place to hold the Nobel prizes, the Enterprise is tasked with bringing scientists from all over the Federation to the ceremony. But things get awry when Starfleet intelligence discovers that one or more of the scientists are targeted for assassination. And to everybody's surprise, the main suspect is... Spock!! On top of that, Starfleet has lost confidence in Kirk, and orders a Commodore to take over the Enterprise during the emergency. So Kirk now has to recover both his First Officer and his ship, while confronted with a thickening web of conspiracy. There's something of pulp fiction about the cackling villains, killer robots, and constant plot twists and cliffhangers. But surprisingly, there's also an element of more serious science fiction, with the introduction of the Pathfinders (artificial intelligences that have developed their own worldview), and the discussions about computer science. The chapters dealing with the Pathfinders show a fascinating and alien perspective, that may very well be classified as "cyberpunk". It's possible that something of this owes more to TNG than TOS. The final reveal about who was behind the assassination, the real target of it, and the motives, were actually unexpected.

As for the characters, Kirk gets the spotlight and most heroic deeds (so it's no wonder that these same authors got to co-write the Shatnerverse novels later). And of course Spock is central to the plot, though absent during a good chunk of the story. But Scotty also gets a larger-than-usual role, and picks up his romance with Romaine. While Uhura has one of her most badass moments when confronting the Commodore. Also, everyone has crazy, crazy fight scenes: from Kirk defeating a robot with bullfighter techniques (and utterly annihilating his shirt in the process), to Spock locking in a mind-meld combat, or McCoy... attacking with hypos.

In summary, a pretty exciting action adventure, with humorous scenes that are actually funny, and some food-for-thought concerning AI and the fainting distinction between human and machine. Even if the plot can get messy and even ridiculous at times.

Spirk Meter: 9/10*. Kirk is really distressed by Spock's framing and incarceration, and spends most of the novel focused on rescuing him no matter what. Even if this means the end of his career and losing the Enterprise; Spock comes as his first priority. He doesn't doubt his innocence for a moment, either, while others in the crew have some reservations. And whenever Spock's in physical danger, Kirk is the first to jump to protect him (even if he himself is a wreck). Kirk is also the only one who truly seems to understand Spock, he can anticipate his thoughts and see his logic, where others only see crazyness. Besides, there's a scene where Kirk faints, and the first thing he says upon waking up is "Spock, Spock...?". And yeah, Spock is there, hovering over him and pushing him gently to lie back in bed.

Though this is clearly a spirky novel and McCoy has a lesser role, there are a few moments with him too. At the beginning, both he and Kirk devise a convoluted plan to keep Spock in the dark about the Nobel ceremony, in the hopes of seeing him smile or at least react when the surprise is revealed. While at the end, McCoy wants to know EVERYTHING about Spock's years in the Academy, once he learns from one of his teachers that he was a bit of a "class clown" back then (for Vulcan standards). And despite Spock's apparent annoyance, Kirk notices a warm expression on him, because of the doctor's antics. Kirk also jumps in front of McCoy and Spock to take a lethal phaser shot instead of them. With the hilarious result that the shot wasn't neither that lethal, nor he took it all that well, considering both Spock and McCoy also end up groaning in bed after a stun.

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

[ivanttakethis]

Ivan’s Official Daily Routine

- 5:30: Wake up

- 6:00-7:30: Morning exercise (alternating between cardio and strength exercises)

- 7:30-8:10: Breakfast (mainly light vegetarian meals)

- 8:10-8:50: Reading

- 9:00-16:00: Classes (skip lunch for personal time)

- 16:30-18:00: Singing practice focusing on vocalization

[V] Improving lyric delivery

- 18:00-18:40: Dinner

- 18:40-19:40: Personal time

- 20:00-22:00: Music theory study

[V] Review: 3 chapters of "Music Appreciation and Interpretation"

- 22:00-01:00: Prepare/Practice before bed

- 1:30: Sleep

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He would’ve done numbers on “Alpha Sigma Grindset” YouTube lmao

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[spirk-trek]

Saw your post about struggling with life and I don't have any fic recommendations but maybe it'd be a nice distraction to share something you've been working on? Do you have any WIPs? Ideas? No pressure. I like to share my creativity with others when I'm down so I don't get stuck in my own head when life gets hard. Love your writing ❤️❤️ If that's too much right now you can just delete this and think about Jim and Spock kissing for a while ❤️

aw, anon, thank you. i like this idea a lot. it actually did help distract me :)

i wrote this almost a year ago after watching the tng episode 'future imperfect.' i have a little more written, but this is all i have ready to share without editing <3 ironically enough, super angsty. whoops. the plan was (is?) to have jim suffer a reoccurrence of vegan choriomeningitis (it's mentioned in the mark of gideon he almost died from it when he was young). it causes his memories to revert back to before he had it. each time he wakes up he's "moved forward" in time, aka his memories, but this also means the disease is progressing and killing him faster... ouch.

anyway! enjoy!

~*~*~*~

Conditions aboard the bridge were entirely normal.

It was a statement Spock would come to repeat several times in his logs. Conditions were, indeed, entirely normal. Alpha shift had recently begun, so with coffee dispersed and stations dutifully filled, the Enterprise was humming to life with familiar sights and sounds. Jim scratching tiredly at his jaw. Spock watching him without intending to. Jim grinning when their gazes caught each other’s.

Normal. Typical. Routine.

Spock swiveled his chair back around to face his station and began reviewing the updated positional reports. They were still halfway between one destination and the next, meaning a day heavy with scanning, navigation, and probe arrays which would follow the ship through space like silvery fish in the wake of a whale. Spock scanned over each plotted path until his chair tipped back imperceptibly.

“Anything interesting, Mr. Spock?”

Spock’s back remained straight, eyes forward. “As your use of that word is frequently subjective-” 

He froze as the weight behind him shifted forward, breath ghosting over his ear and down the side of his face. It smelled of mint. A meager sip of coffee. A fresh day.

“Oh well,” Jim lamented. “I suppose we’ll j-”

The half formed word cut off as he straightened abruptly. It was peculiar enough for a crease to appear between Spock’s brows before he turned to find a similarly confused expression on Jim’s face.

Then, he fell.

Consciousness fled the Captain all at once, jaw slack, eyes rolling as he went boneless, crumpling inelegantly to the floor. Spock’s reaction stuttered along with his heart below his ribs, stillness creeping into the world like death. 

 “Alert Doctor McCoy.” Spock gave the order to whoever decided to carry it out, ejecting himself from his chair and falling to his knees just as Lieutenant Uhura stood and took a step toward the Captain’s fallen form.  There was no expression in his suddenly pallid face, no hint of the man who had leaned into Spock moments ago. 

Spock spread long fingers over the side of Jim’s face, and a sensation so cold crept into him that he felt bile threaten to lurch up from the bottom of his stomach. 

It was... nothing.

Nothing. No pull from the meld points, even as he pressed the pads of his fingers to them, ignoring the circling of the crew. It did not matter if they could see his hand begin to shake as it parted from Jim’s brow, sliding instead to press against the side of his neck. Checking his pulse was not strictly necessary; Spock could hear the heart continue to beat below him even without contact, but he could not feel him. His essence. His spirit. Jim.

As members of the crew continued to surround them, Spock had to fight off a sudden swell of possessiveness which beckoned his limbs to curl around his t'hy'la. To force his mind inside the other’s and find where he had gone. To lead him away from those in this world who did not understand him as he-

“What happened?” 

The question was urgent, carried tightly through the warp of a Russian accent. The molten edge to Spock’s vision receded, but the feeling deep within him did not.

“The Captain has had a sudden loss of consciousness,” he answered promptly in a voice that was not his own. He forced his hands, heavy, clumsy, useless, away from the points on Jim’s face again. They had gravitated upward without any accompanying decision by their owner, and Spock found he did not know where to put them. He left them to curl like dead tree bark against the blackness of his knees as Sulu squatted down on the other side of Jim’s body. His gaze bounced between Spock’s face and his Captain’s chest, which rose and fell irregularly. Nobody spoke. Then, the swish of doors.

“Where is he?”

Spock sat back, preemptively accepting the doctor’s protrusion into the space when suddenly, his breath caught in his own throat. Or had it been Jim’s? He blinked hard against an impending dizziness, their bond shattering back through the walls of his mind so intensely, for a moment he was not able to tell their consciousnesses apart. He stared wide eyed at the still form on the ground, unable to feel relief through the sour, neon emotions writhing into his head.

Grief. Fear. Pain.

“Spock? What the devil-”

Through the sudden onslaught of disorientation, he somehow managed to witness Jim resurrect himself. Hazel eyes snapped open, wide and unseeing even as Jim scrambled to his feet, and the first action he took was to lunge at McCoy, savagely taking the hypospray from his hand and throwing it across the room with such force it sent smoke and sparks flying from behind shards of a shattered screen. The sudden burst of their bond had simmered again to an unsteady flow of crackling static, half formed impressions finding their way to him like last season’s leaves through a shallow stream. 

Fear. Aloneness. Panic. 

He stood, approaching Jim without a second thought. The man would not look at him. He was a cornered animal, glinting with sweat, whites of his eyes visible around wild, dark irises.

“Jim.”

When those eyes finally swiveled onto him, they were a stranger’s. 

“Stay away from me,” he hissed, teeth bared, shoulders hunched. 

Their connection stuttered again and disappeared altogether. Spock barely resisted the urge to clutch an arm around his abdomen at the feeling of loss.

“Jim,” he said again weakly, almost to himself.

“I said stay away!”

The Captain looked down as if he hadn’t noticed his own body, scrambling clumsily for his phaser and looking it over until he found the controls. A hand grabbed at Spock’s shoulder from behind.

“Spock. I don't think that’s Jim.”

Spock frowned at the realization that, for once, he did not have the one tool at their disposal which could tell them for sure. The connection of their bond continued to lie dormant. Dark. 

There was a click, and everyone in the room froze. Jim noticed and looked around, leveling the phaser at them. 

“I’ll shoot,” he threatened, and Spock grew colder still at the realization his voice was wavering. The breath released through his nose shook, and moisture gathered unmistakably along his row of lower lashes. Spock couldn’t help but take another step forward and those wild eyes turned onto him again. Jim’s hands around the phaser were shaking so violently, the movement dislodged a hair to curl over his forehead.

“I said I’ll shoot!”

“Spock,” McCoy hissed. In his peripheral vision he could see the doctor’s hands raising slowly in surrender. “I think he means it.”

Spock forced his feet flat to the floor. Blinking slowly, he kept his eyes raised to meet Jim’s. I’m here, he pushed out over the connection, but the sensation of the thought dropping off unheard into space was almost palpable. Jim did not react to him, instead switching his gaze to any number of faces in the room. All strangers to him, just as Spock was now. 

“Where is he?”

The question was asked quietly, as if the answer was feared. Spock’s brow furrowed and he cocked his head.

“Where is who, Jim?”

Hazel eyes blinked owlishly at his name but then hardened again. A full body tremor dislodged a tear from each eye, traversing down the sides of Jim's face and dropping from his jaw to leave wet ovals dotting his chest.

“You know who!” 

Spock raised a brow, outwardly calm. “I do not.”

“Kodos.” 

The name was hissed, pain and fear crumpling Jim’s expression, wilting him. Spock shared a look with McCoy. As Jim watched them, his anger flared again. 

“I said where is-”

The sentence weakened and he was blinking, fingers loosening around the phaser until it nearly slipped from his grasp before he tightened his fist around it again. His weight rolled backward and he took several stumbling steps away. This time, it was McCoy who stepped forward, hand twitching toward his spare hyposprays. Spock remained still, as if any movement may cause him to miss something crucial. Dark eyes stayed trained on Jim as he regained tension in his posture. He used his free hand to prop himself against the red shelf at the perimeter of the bridge, his free hand leveling the phaser with some difficulty.

“I asked where Kodos is,” he said emphatically, pleading at the same time as demanding. His chest heaved as he flicked eyes up to McCoy. “Get- Get away from me with that shit.”

Spock nearly swallowed his own tongue in surprise at the language used. He saw several members of the crew exchange glances. 

McCoy raised both hands again. “Jim, we don’t-”

The hand around the phaser flexed and he jerked it around deliriously. He pulled at the collar of his uniform, sweat now pouring down his face. 

“Don’t give me that bullshit! Tell me where he is!”

Jim’s hand slipped from where it was propping him up and he sank to his knees, chest slamming into the shelf as he did. He bounced back, pulling the phaser into his lap even as his eyes barely remained open, pushing with his heels until he collided with the wall. The doctor seemed content with the risk of approaching him, and although Jim’s body gave an almighty twitch of protest, slack hands appeared too weak to attempt to hold onto the weapon when McCoy slipped it away and sent it scattering along the floor.

“What’s happening to me?” 

Spock could hear the question from where he stood, but only just. It was quiet. Distant. He sounded like… a boy.

“We’re gonna figure that out,” McCoy told him softly before pulling a hypo out of his back pocket. Once again Jim seemed determined to get away but his feet slid for purchase against the carpet unsuccessfully, lips parting as he listed to one side. McCoy grasped one golden shoulder and righted him.

“Please. I’ll be good, I…”

McCoy stuck him in the arm and Jim whimpered, looking absolutely despondent even as the spray began to take effect. McCoy grabbed him by the jaw and turned him so their eyes met.

“We’re here to help you, not hurt you. Now, go to sleep.”

And with that, Jim once again collapsed into nothing. The doctor let him continue his descent until he laid flat on the floor, guiding him onto his back. After a quick scan he looked around the room.

“Well? Who’s gonna help me get him down to sick bay?”

~*~*~*~ to be continued...?

[ecargmura]

Tadaima, Okaeri Episode 7 Review - Proof Of Happiness

Hey, the title of the episode is the same title of the show! Title drop! Anyways, the start of the episode is Masaki being consoled by Hiromu after what had transpired the previous episode. To be honest, I found the moment heartwarming. Masaki has a tendency to beat himself up when things don’t go the way he expects. He wants to be proud of his marriage to Hiromu and to show that he’s happy and is deserving of happiness, but his inability to articulate that upsets him. Fortunately, Hiromu keeps proving that he is Masaki’s better half as he consoles him and tells him that he loves everything about him from his flaws and him as a person. Gosh. I am someone who has a jaded viewpoint when it comes to marriage, so to see someone like Hiromu show off how much of a great husband he is to Masaki makes me want to get married, but reality doesn’t work like that. Reality totally doesn’t work like how it does in Tadaima, Okaeri because it’s impossible to have kids as adorable as Hikari and Hinata waking you up with their angelic glory. I get Hiromu. If my kids were as cute as them, I’d be gushing every day.

Fortunately, Kazuhiko does apologize about his hurtful words to Masaki in the previous episode. Hiromu did set him straight. I feel like Kazuhiko’s actions weren’t out of romantic love for Masaki as some may imply, but more out of an overbearing overprotectiveness that came from being forced to watch over him growing up. He said it was like an imprint of sorts? Anyways, Kazuhiko isn’t bad in my eyes. He’s just human at the end of the day. Sure, he’s rude, but he wasn’t saying those words with bad intent. He was just overthinking that Masaki would be alone when he left the countryside and believed that his marriage with his alpha husband was an unhappy one due to his biased thoughts towards him. Fortunately, seeing Hikari’s protectiveness towards Masaki and seeing Masaki smile was reassurance that Masaki’s living a happy life and that he doesn’t need to step in.

The grave scene was gorgeous. The letter that Kazuhiko finally gave to him was voiced through his mother’s words. Honestly, Kazuhiko was right in that he didn’t need it anymore. The letter is about how she wished she could’ve done more for Masaki before he left home and how she wishes he’d find someone who loves him unconditionally and allows him to live unpretentiously and straightforward like his name. The reason Masaki doesn’t need that letter is because he is already living the life his mother wished for him. However, the letter shows that his mother did love Masaki despite being portrayed a bit negatively with how she was hesitant she was during Masaki’s flashbacks of him being pitied by the people around him. I think it was nice to see her true feelings poured out because she was a parent at the end of the day.

It was nice seeing the vow scene with the main couple. Episode 3 revealed that the two never had a wedding, so this is as close to one as they will get. It’s a little bittersweet in a way. The two are so happy, yet they never had a chance to celebrate their marriage as they had family issues.

I got two favorite scenes. My first favorite scene was when Masaki and Hikari returned with the letter. Masaki says “I’m home” (Tadaima) to Hiromu while Hiromu says “Welcome home.” (Okaeri) If you noticed throughout the previous episodes, Hiromu has always been the one to say “Tadaima” and Masaki would respond with “Okaeri”. It’s nice to see the roles reversed for once. My second favorite scene is the Matsuo and Yuuki foot flirting scene. It was super cute and a nice moment between them. I’m definitely like Hiromu when he asked “Did you two make any progress last night?” He’s the captain of this ship. I can also see Matsuo getting interested in Yuuki in that scene, especially when he denied Hiromu’s teasing.

Now let me get to the errand scene. First off, that errand scene with Hikari is actually a bonus chapter in the first volume. Second, LOOK HOW CUTE HIKARI LOOKS IN THAT FROGGY RAINCOAT! I was holding back when he was being all cute with the frog coin purse, but when he showed up with that raincoat, it was game over for me. I legit clutched my heart due to the cuteness. How can the author make Hikari even more adorable than before? It’s a talent to make kids that cute in a consistent manner with one scene upping the next one. Also, people might get worried about Hikari running off alone, but in Japan, getting kids to run errands is an actual thing so that it helps them grow independent. However, Hikari’s technically too young to start his first errand as the normal ages are from 5-7. The scene with Grandpa getting the letter was cute as he was gushing over Hikari’s note and then he read Hiromu’s note which was him taking a jab at Kouji. Man, Hiromu will always find a way to mic drop his dad and I love it.

The voice acting was so good in this episode. Atsumi Tanezaki just continues to amaze me with how she portrays Hikari. Now that he’s three, he speaks a lot more and he’s slowly losing that shyness he had from the early episodes. The way he was telling Kazuhiko (who’s technically his uncle) that he can’t have Masaki was so good. I also loved the little tantrum he threw when Hiromu told him that he can’t marry Masaki as he’s married to him was so adorable. The fact that he wanted to marry both Masaki and Hiromu while upset was so cute and hilarious. A fun little fact about Kazuhiko is that his voice actor did an amazing job during the drama CD recording to the point that the author’s editor wanted a side story about him. It’s crazy how good acting can amp up a piece of media. Tadaima, Okaeri is stacked with good voice actors and the watching experience is extremely good because of them.

Speaking of the drama CD, this marks the end of the second volume which got a drama CD adaptation. Volume 3 never got a drama CD, so I’m looking forward to future scenes and characters. Note that there’s an emphasis on the words “Radiant Days” after the couple made their vows. All the Tadaima Okaeri volumes are not numbered, but they have a little subtitle starting with the second volume. Volume 2 is called Kagayaku Hibi, which is translates to Shining Days, or Radiant Days. It’s a nice little touch. As a manga reader, I honestly can’t wait for next week because I feel like my favorite parts of the story will be adapted. I’ll explain more next week. What are your thoughts on this episode?

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 3/5

Book Blurb:

Shadowed Moonlight is the first book in an urban romantasy trilogy featuring aninsatiable second-chance romance and high-stakes fake-dating between a feisty witch and her ex-werewolf lover, turned Alpha.

Loving Kane nearly destroyed Briar once . . . now that he's Alpha, he could be the end of her. ­Briar's life collapsed the day Kane abandoned her ­four years ago, leaving a trail of destruction in­ his wake. Now, she needs his help.

Briar has one shot to save her V-addicted brother, if she can solve a series of murders plaguing the city. It'll mean diving headfirst into the political minefield of the supernatural elite and going head-to-head with the new alpha. He's ­dangerous, he's devastating, and he just so happens to be the man who obliterated her ­world.

The deal: fake being his mate to solve the case. The cost: everything.

As catastrophe looms and old passions ignite, Briar ­is faced with the impossible choice between loyalty and love. While the killer is watching and­ waiting to strike . . .

Review:

Second chance romance in the paranormal urban fantasy romance trilogy following a witch who's mate is a werewolf who abandoned her... but now he's back and her coven wants her to get into a marriage with him to gain access to more intel about who could be out killing paranormal creatures and in exchange she'll get the help she needs for her brother who has become addicted to a drug.... despite how much she does not want to be near the man who destroyed her world and broke her heart, he's the only person who can help her... and when she finds out the truth about why he left, can she forgive him? Briar and Kane used to date, they were inseparable, completely in love.... until they weren't, until he left, until he destroyed her in unimaginable ways and she has spent years picking up the pieces of her heart and trying to forget him. Now years later Kane is back and now the head alpha of the northern wolf pack while Briar has focused her life on tending to her brother who has become a V-addict. When he gets worse and a new killer is in town, her coven asks her to become engaged to Kane in order to gain more access to intel and to work together to find out the killer and in exchange they will help her find a cure for her brother. Briar doesn't have a choice, but she just knows that she'll guard her heart against the very man who broke it the first time... yet being near him again... and him trying to explain what went wrong all those years ago... can she forgive him after everything is revealed or are some wounds too deep to forgive? This book was a lot, it was really heavy on the second chance but also on the relationship between Briar and Kane, and when the ultimate reveal happens and you find out what really happened to him you're left kind of going "huh?" and then its kind of swept under and you are asking yourself: okay but what about the trauma he endured??? Are we not going to address the torture and horrifying things that happened to him? Also the miscommunication was so heavy in this it was almost unbearable. I did enjoy Kane as a love interest but Briar was a bit harder to actually root for. Then there was the whole supernatural killer, evil ex, and bad coven thing that just kind of had me going: no thanks. I really wish I could like this more but to me it just felt okay. Yes it does engross you a bit but the overall quality was just okay at best. If you like second chance mates romance definitely give this a go, I think you'll have a fun time with it.

Release Date: October 15,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and Hodder & Stoughton | Hodderscape for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[non-conventionnel]

A fascinating and intriguing book: Consciousness - The Concept of Mind: And the Transcendence of Conventional Thought by Anton Sammut

Review

Consciousness: The Concept of Mind and the Transcendence of Conventional Thought is a fascinating book that explores the nature and functions of the human mind/consciousness from various perspectives, including philosophy, psychology, neuroscience, and spirituality. The author, Anton Sammut, presents a comprehensive and coherent account of how consciousness emerges from the interaction of the mind, brain, the body, and the environment, and how it shapes our experience of reality. He also discusses the different states and levels of consciousness, such as wakefulness, sleep, dreaming, hypnosis, meditation, and mystical experiences, and how they relate to the concept of mind.

One of the themes, among the many, that fascinated me the most and that I found quite useful in everyday life, is the one that explores the various levels of consciousness that every human being has. The author presents 4 types of mental paradigms that encompass different levels of consciousness and are classified as follows:

The first level is the existential one, where most people operate in a state of low awareness and are driven by their instincts, emotions, and ego. This level ranges from 2% to 20% of consciousness and corresponds to the beta brainwave frequency (12-30Hz). This is the level of survival, reaction, and conformity.

The second level is the advanced one, where some people develop a higher degree of rationality, creativity, and morality. This level ranges from 20% to 40% of consciousness and corresponds to the alpha and delta brainwave frequencies (8-12Hz and 0.5-4Hz). This is the level of analysis, innovation, and ethics.

The third level is the transcendental one, where a few people transcend the limitations of their linear thinking and access a more holistic and intuitive mode of perception. This level ranges from 50% to 70% of consciousness and corresponds to the delta and gamma brainwave frequencies (0.5-4Hz and 25-100Hz). This is the level of synthesis, intuition, and spirituality.

The fourth one is the enlightened level, where a very small fraction of people attain the ultimate state of self-realization and enlightenment. This level ranges from 60% to 100% of consciousness and corresponds to the gamma brainwave frequency (25-100Hz). This is the level of unity, bliss, and wisdom.

The author provides an in-depth analysis of each level of consciousness, explaining its characteristics, challenges, and potentials. He also offers practical suggestions on how to enhance one’s consciousness and achieve a higher level of spiritual well-being, inner peace, and happiness. A remarkable fact is that each person has a unique level that defines him and can effortlessly assess to which one he belongs and what steps he can take to elevate his level of Consciousness.

This book is written in a clear and engaging style that makes it accessible to a wide range of readers. It is also well-referenced and documented with extensive notes and a bibliography and index that provides further information and resources for those who want to delve deeper into the topic. This book is not only a scientific investigation, but also a personal journey that invites the reader to discover the inner meaning of consciousness and the divine potential within themselves.

[dixie12]

the discord was talking about concussed!omega!jonny and it gave me a lot of feels

the bond had felt off all day. seabs had gotten up early for morning skate, followed by film review and a meeting with his agent, so he hadn't seen jonny since the morning. when he left, jonny had been curled into a ball on the far side of the bed, so much further away than he usually was. it was unnerving, waking up alone when he usually woke up half-smothered by jonny, surrounded by the scent of him and the warm, open feeling of the bond between them. jonny's scent was muted now, though, and seabs could barely sense it from a few feet away. jonny's forehead was tight, his shoulders tense, even in sleep, and he wasn't getting anything through the bond other than wisps that were frustrating and fleeting, like a half-remembered dream that slid through his fingers when he tried to focus on it.

the CBA allowed, and even encouraged, mates to take time off to be with their partners when they were injured. no one wanted a player getting wrecked on the ice because his head wasn't in the game, so even if it wasn't altruism behind the rules, it was pretty well accepted. even geno malkin had missed time to be with sid when he was out.

seabs had tried it a few times, but jonny shut him down. his eyes shuttered, nothing but anger and distress seeping through the bond. when seabs pushed it, jonny got frantic.

"i'm already missing so much," jonny said, voice high and panicky. "i can't make you miss time, too, seabs. i won't do that to the team!"

no matter how hard seabs tried to convince him, he was met with resistance, and he eventually gave up. all he could do was kiss jonny's sweaty hair and leave him a glass of water on the nightstand, hope jonny would be feeling better when he got home in the afternoon.

the bond nudged uncomfortably at the back of his mind all day. seabs could barely listen to his agent, who wanted to go over some of the numbers from his new contract. he was starting to feel sick, a vague nausea settling in the pit of his stomach, and if he could feel that through the bond and miles away, it must have been brutal for jonny. he made his excuses to his agent and flagged down a cab, sending positive thoughts through the bond at jonny.

he opened the door to the condo, nervous about what he would find. nothing was out of place as he rushed through the living room, but the serene quiet was unsettling. jonny was always messy, and the fact that the room looked exactly like it did when seabs went to bed last night meant jonny hadn't ventured out of the bedroom all day.

he eased the bedroom door open, not wanting to disturb jonny if he were resting, but even in the dim light filtering in through the curtains, he could see that jonny was awake. he was sitting up in bed, propped against some pillows, taking slow and measured breaths. the closer seabs got, the worse jonny looked, sweat broken out on his brow, face pale under an unhealthy flush on cheeks.

"what's going on?" seabs asked, not raising his voice above a whisper. all of his instincts were telling him to go jonny, to wrap him up in his arms, kiss all the pain and distress out of his scent, but jonny was prickly about overt alpha behavior like that on a good day, and his concussion had ramped it up even higher. he hated to be seen as weak and vulnerable, so seabs waited as patiently as he could for jonny to let him know what he needed, what he'd accept from seabs.

"wanted to shower," jonny said quietly, not looking up. "got dizzy as soon 's i sat up, though," and even if seabs couldn't see and scent his misery, he could hear it in the slur in his words betraying just how awful jonny felt.

"i'm glad you didn't hurt yourself," seabs said gently. "i'm proud of you for listening to your body, even though i know you hate feeling like this." he could catch a small spike in jonny's scent reacting to the praise, and it was enough to encourage him to go a little further. "can i help you?" he asked, and jonny paused, then nodded slowly. "thank you, baby," seabs breathed out. he moved to the bed, ventured a kiss to jonny's brow. "stay put for just a minute, ok?"

"not like i can go anywhere," jonny replied, but he didn't sound mad, just resigned.

seabs went into the ensuite. he eyed the shower, but couldn't help focusing on the tile floor, the hard angles of the shower handle, the precarious glass of the door. all jonny had to do was step wrong and slip, and he'd be even more injured. instead, seabs walked over to the huge soaking tub. they almost never used it; jonny didn't like to be coddled, and they didn't usually have time for baths, anyway. this afternoon felt like a good time for it, though.

he started the water running, waited for it to reach the right temperature and then let the tub fill. he grabbed their body wash, shampoo and conditioner, put them within easy reach, and then got two huge, fluffy towels out of the closet. he didn't have any bath salts or scrubs, but with jonny's head the way it was, he didn't want to overload him with other scents, anyway. satisfied, he turned off the water and went to collect jonny.

jonny was right where he'd left him, body stiff as he sat up in bed. seabs got into his space, shouldering right up next to him. "put your arm around me," he said, and jonny looked at him.

"you better not be tryna carry me, seabrook," jonny said, scent like raised hackles on an angry cat. seabs bit back a smile.

"wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart," he said. "just want to help you a little, ok?"

jonny sighed but acquiesced, sliding one arm over seabs' shoulder. seabs got his other arm around jonny's waist, helped him slide out of bed. jonny wobbled, unsteady on his feet and leaning his weight into seabs. seabs just held him tighter at the waist. "got you, baby," he murmured, and he felt jonny slump into his side. when he wasn't concussed, jonny hated to show any signs of weakness, but now, with his defenses down, it looked like his hindbrain was willing to let his alpha take care of him.

they made their way slowly into the bathroom, jonny leaning most of his weight on seabs. he'd dropped muscle lately, unable to get to the gym, still throwing up most days, and seabs' alpha burned to see his omega looking underfed. he could feel the growl in his chest before he could do anything to stop it, but rather than get pissed, jonny broke into a soft smile, nuzzling even closer to seabs like he wanted to feel the growl and not just hear it.

seabs had expected jonny to protest the bath, to fight for his ability to stand up and shower himself, but apparently he was full of surprises this afternoon.

"yea," jonny said, looking at the bath and dropping a hand in to test the temperature. "this is probably a good idea, eh?"

seabs got jonny sitting on the edge of the bath, leaning up against the wall so he wasn't at risk of falling. he got them both out of their clothes with a minimum of fuss, neither of them hard or smelling particularly interested.

seabs eased himself into the water first, then took jonny's hand to help guide him in. he settled jonny in front of him, his own legs bracketing jonny's, boxing him in. jonny didn't bristle, didn't tense up, just leaned back, letting out a deep sigh that felt like it might be the first real breath he'd taken in days. seabs could see his eyes flutter shut, and he felt himself relax, too.

he didn't want to break the spell yet, so he laid back further, tucking jonny to his chest so jonny could hear his heart. jonny's scent was rising into something soft and content, so different from what seabs was used to lately that he couldn't help but curl down to jonny's neck, scenting him further. jonny giggled at the feeling of seabs scenting him, a noise seabs had almost never heard from him. seabs did it again, and jonny turned his neck, presenting his scent gland to seabs for easier access.

the scent soothed something in seabs, settled his alpha instincts that had been on edge. jonny was here with him, safe in his arms, scent with nothing but pleasure in it, and it was because of seabs. he'd done this, made his omega happy when he'd been hurting, and he could tell his own scent was rising in return.

"mmm," jonny groaned, shifting back against him more. seabs could tell he still wasn't hard, but seabs' own cock was twitching; it had been so long since he'd felt like was taking care of jonny, and it felt good to finally be doing his job.

he didn't want jonny to think he'd just done this to get laid, though, so he shifted back as subtly as he could.

"gonna wash your hair, babe," he said, voice going a shade deep, and he watched jonny shiver in response, felt him slump back further.

seabs poured a few handfuls of water through jonny's hair, longer than usual these days, to get it ready. the longer hair made him look young, vulnerable, and seabs vowed again to keep taking care of him.

once jonny's hair was wet, he started massaging the shampoo through it. he was gentle, mindful of jonny's concussion and his frequent migraines, but jonny didn't seem to mind. he was boneless against seabs, eyes fluttering as seabs massaged his scalp. he couldn't help but let his hands drop lower, massaging jonny's neck, as well, and he was rewarding by another low moan. his cock jerked again, reminding him how long it had been since he got off, but he tried to ignore it, refocusing on jonny.

he rinsed the shampoo out, then went through the same process with the conditioner. jonny was half asleep by the time he was done, and when seabs looked down, he could see jonny was half-hard, as well. he wasn't sure jonny was even aware of it; his scent was still radiating contentment and safety, but nothing of arousal. some sort of unconscious response, then, seabs figured.

"just have to rinse you off now, baby," seabs whispered in jonny's ear, taking another opportunity to scent him.

"yes, alpha," jonny said dreamily, and fuck, seabs shouldn't be finding this so hot. it wasn't that he was turned on or happy that jonny was injured, he knew that. it was just that jonny was usually so adamant against showing any traditional omega behavior, seeing it as weakness. now, all his walls knocked down by the concussion, he wasn't fighting it.

seabs was determined not to take advantage, though. he finished rinsing jonny, and then got them out of the bath, draining the water. jonny stayed leaning up against his chest, rubbing against seabs, scent marking him in a way he usually didn't. seabs loved it, loved jonny claiming him as his own, and the deep rumble started in his chest again. jonny's nuzzles turned into kisses against his chest, and seabs froze.

"thank you, seabs," jonny whispered. "for taking care of me."

"of course, jonny," seabs said, getting one hand on jonny's neck to keep him close, one hand under his chin, tilting it up to drop a kiss on his lips. jonny colored up beautifully, a pink tinge across his cheeks that looked so much healthier than the scene seabs had walked in on just an hour before. "let's get you dry and back to bed, yeah?"

jonny nodded, letting seabs pat him down with the soft spa towels they both loved. jonny stayed half hard, getting harder when seabs was drying off his abs and cock, but didn't make a move to take things any further.

"dizzy," jonny said when seabs was done. "think you should carry me back to bed." he looked pleasantly exhausted, seabs thought, eyes half-lidded, head almost lolling on his neck, and seabs smiled.

"anything you want, baby," he said, lifting jonny slowly into his arms. jonny fit there perfectly, and seabs wanted to carry him everywhere. he'd start with the bedroom, though, angling them safely through the doorway and settling jonny back in against his pillows. seabs got into bed behind him, pulling jonny close to his chest, letting his hand roam over jonny's chest. jonny shifted against him, scent as sweet as seabs had ever experienced from him.

"alpha," jonny murmured once more, and then, within a minute, was asleep, body going lax and heavy in seabs' arms. seabs took a few minutes to enjoy the feeling of his omega in his arms before falling asleep himself, pulling jonny even closer as he did.

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hi, sending a few for the q&a

Since there's only a few more chapters of book one and you're plotting the other books, can you describe book 2 badly or extremely out of context?

It's Saturday morning and there's no mission/work. What are the agents and Quinn and Sylvia doing? What time do they wake up? Are they breakfast people? Do they have their free day planned out?

lewd: when will be get to hold hands with the ROs?

lewd!!! What if the MC tells the RO they want to have fun in bed... and then they pull out the Scrabble set?

lewd (real this time): RO reactions if they walked by the MC's computer and the MC had run off and left a NSFW page up?

RO preferences on lingerie on their partner? Color, cut, style?

Do the ROs sleep in pajamas, undies or in the buff?

P.S. your scarves look so nice!!!

Book 2 badly or extremely out of context...

"LOCAL ALPHA GETS DRAGGED INTO YET ANOTHER WORLD-ENDING SCHEME, MORE AT 11-"

Hmmm, what are they doing on a free Saturday morning.....

Blake definitely slept in, then got up and gave his bike some well-needed love and care. It's honestly very relaxing to him, getting to take all the time he wants to work on his bike. Damned thing has saw him through since his youth, it deserves all the attention he can give it. Blake prefers to get up in the afternoon, and is definitely NOT a morning person. He generally spends free days on whatever comes to mind when he first gets up, or to get something he's put off for too long done.

Loche is probably taking a run through any nearby forestry in their leopard-like form. It's not very often they get to these days, but it starts to physically hurt after a while. To go from mostly being shifted to now doing so so rarely... it's been a hard adjustment for them. Loche prefers to be awake in the evening and night times, but has grown used to waking up in the mid-mornings, likely around 9-11 am. They might be a little tense in the mornings, and tend to be rather quiet until a few hours have passed. Loche usually spends their days off shifting for several hours, then moves onto doing a little study of human cultures, or relaxing, watching cooking shows. Loche isn't much of a cook, but they find cooking shows fascinating.

Freja is reading. She is most definitely cuddled up in her recliner in her room, snuggled in a comfy sweater and blanket, and is most certainly reading a new smutty romance novel that she's read good reviews about. Freja is usually up by 5-6 am, and is VERY much a morning person. Even on her days off, has a small but nutrient-dense breakfast, then goes to exercise (usually taking a 40 minute to a little over an hour run), and has time slots throughout the day to get up and do other things. However, outside of those time slots, she's welcome to do as she pleases... which is typically reading, lol.

Iri is either tuning their 'radio' to try to see what's going on in the Magi Cities, or is reading an alchemy book, writing down notes for future inventions to try. Iri is also a morning person, but usually gets up 7-8 am. They can't really eat solids in the morning, so they start the day off with a protein smoothie, then get to doing whatever it is they have planned for the day or whatever they'd put off for far too long.

Adontis likely has his blackout curtains drawn, sitting in the blissful silence of his sound-proofed room, drinking wine while he writes a several paged letter to send out later, when he's given his senses enough time to relax. Adontis... even though sunlight can't hurt him like it can young vampires, it's still fairly painful for his eyes. He tends to run the metaphorical ship during the night when Freja is sleeping, as it's just the easiest time for him to be out and about. He doesn't need much sleep, only a few hours a week if he's not used his abilities much, so he tends to pick up new hobbies to try. Currently, he's trying his hand at knitting, as he enjoys loom work and crocheting.

Fawn is probably watching something while carving new beads from bones she's picked up while on patrols previously. Might even get around to dying them the same day, should she feel like it. Fawn is someone who prefers night time, so if she's able to wake when she wants to, it'll be about 4-7 pm. Her powers are weaker in the day when the sun is at it's highest points, so she prefers to sleep through those hours (like the afternoon). She doesn't really plan much for her days off, either, just does whatever she feels like.

Quinn is probably fishing if it's the warmer months, or whittling in front of the fireplace if it's colder. He'll watch whatever Lainey puts on, which could be anything from True Crime to any number of Gordon Ramsay's shows. He is definitely a morning person, and generally wakes up around 5 AM and gets the coffee going for when Lainey wakes up a little later on. The only thing he plans for his days off is to make sure he relaxes some and tries to not think too much about work. Also makes sure to spend time with Lainey.

Sylvia... is probably going over to bug MC to watch or do something if they're off too, lol. If they aren't or aren't in the mood to, she'll eat breakfast, relax for a bit while making a list of things she needs to do throughout the coming week, then do some aerobics. I FULL-HEARTEDLY believe she owns Jane Fonda's OG workouts to use. After that... she might dance to some music, go outside and tend her garden, maybe watch something or have something on while she reads. She is definitely a morning person, and tends to wake up between 6-8 am on her days off.

I can definitely say you have a chance of holding hands with Fawn or Blake at the very end of Trepidation, but for a chance with most of the others, you will be waiting until Obsession (book 2). :3

I think Blake would look at the Scrabble board and immediately scoff and walk off, grumbling LOL

Loche has never played Scrabble and doesn't know really what it is other than Fawn hates it with a burning passion. They'd be confused and apprehensive to say the least.

Freja would shake her head and sit down to play, as she actually enjoys the game.

Iri would have a similar reaction to Blake, lol!

Adontis... would sit down, smiling all the while, and then spell out very naughty words on the board. The longer the game goes, the more descriptive they get.

Fawn... would grumble and throw the board in the trash before walking back to her room. Tough crowd.

Blake:

Loche: I cannot find one that conveys Loche's emotions, but it's MASS confusion and awkwardly walking away, LOL

Freja:

Iri:

Adontis:

Fawn:

Oooh, lingerie! (I am so sorry if these aren't very helpful, I have never really looked into lingerie until I started seeing more of it in passing on one of the YouTubers I follow for weight loss stuff.)

Blake does like lingerie. He would prefer MC wear something black and either very lacy or leaves just enough to the imagination. He also wants it to be something he can rip off easily and just buy them a new one later.

Loche... I can just say they have no preference, they're just thrilled MC would go so far as to wear something sensual to bed for them. I can absolutely see them giving MC money to buy new sets but to not let Loche see them until MC is wearing them.

Freja isn't much for lingerie, really! She'd find MC sexy wearing just a t-shirt as she would something meant to be sexy. Actually, I think lingerie would be a bit off-putting as she's not great with sensuality and sexuality as a whole.

Iri definitely prefers MC in deep purples or greens. I feel like they'd be a fan of teddies, especially.

Adontis loves lingerie. He'd want to see MC in deep reds or blacks, or other deep colors if it complimented him. I could easily see him having MC try on several different sets he's picked out for them, and I definitely see his gaze getting steadily heating up the entire time.

Fawn... I think she'd like to see MC in lingerie, if they wanted to wear it, but she's got no real favorites. Just something easy for her to take off, because if it isn't, she's going to tear it and she's not replacing it, lol.

Blake sleeps naked or in his boxers. Usually his boxers, just in case he has to run to the bathroom and doesn't want the team seeing his whole ass. If he's at one of the Advocacy buildings in his own room, then it's definitely naked.

Loche sleeps in a t-shirt and boxers, even fem Loche. Fem Loche is not a fan of how close to the skin women's underwear tends to be.

Freja tends to wear a spaghetti strap tank top with PJ shorts!

Iri does have PJ sets they wear sometimes, like full button down and pants or shorts, but they also have ones with t-shirts of cartoon characters and matching pants. Sometimes they sleep in just shorts, just depends on how hot or cold it is and their mood!

Adontis is definitely a PJ set sleeper. Silk ones, preferably, as they irritate his skin the least. Man's got some sets that costed over $1,000 by themselves.

Fawn... if it's warm, it's just underwear or shorts, tits out. The beasts will be freed as she does NOT feel like sweating all night. If it's cooler, she'll wear a tank or t-shirt with shorts. She doesn't really get cold, unless it's like below freezing.

Thank you for the asks!!! And thank you, my scarves take quite a bit of time to make, and I appreciate how complimented they've been! There's currently a 24% off sale until May 14th!

[darrisgrove]

A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess REVIEW

5/5 Stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

You're not supposed to love the characters in this story. Nobody is doing the right thing, even when they believe that they are. One of the obvious examples of this is Alex's character where many times throughout the books he believes he has done no wrong, that he is smarter and better than everyone else and nobody should treat him wrongly. The doctors that give Alex the aversion therapy, the police, even the writer and his friends are all bad characters. What we get from this story is the philosophy of good and bad, the choice of free will and how that makes us human, and a glimpse of the abuse of psychological therapy of that time.

I say this book is good. I rated it 5 stars, after all. However, I found myself thinking about this book after reading for the past few days. Things stuck with me. Alex is not a good character, he's a villain and he always will be in the end after having been "cured" but reverting back to his criminal ideologies. He never learned anything. The language Nadsat would linger in my mind, how the words came almost second nature to me, though of course I do study other languages for fun so maybe the constant usage was why it stuck. And of course thinking back to the history of aversion therapy and conversion therapy and how it was all so similar to what Alex went through.

Here are my notes during reading. WARNING: SPOILERS BELOW

-Already the book starts differently than the movie, don't hate me for watching the movie before reading the book. The boys hassle a smoke shop before the homeless man, which was not included in the movie. They sweeten up some old ladies at a diner (?) as an alibi.

-"It's a stinking world because it lets the young get on to the old like you done, and there's no law nor order no more."

-"--The attempt to impose upon man, a creature of growth and capable of sweetness, to ooze juicily at the last round the bearded lips of God, to attempt to impose, I say, laws and conditions appropriate to a mechanical creation, against this I raise my sword-pen" pg 27. Foreshadowing.

-Alex is the alpha of the pack, just as he was in the movie.

-Alex is a teenager, or college age student.

-Alex's dream of Georgie being a general is also foreshadowing.

-P. R. Deltoid's warning to Alex tells us that Alex has been caught and in trouble before, enough times for him to have a post corrective advisor stop to visit him in his home. Sent there by Alex's mother.

-I think it's important to note that Alex using the same "my friend has fainted" play has it's own glimpse onto Alex's intelligence. While he does make himself appear to be high and mighty, no one is smarter than me, type character, why would he use the same play to lure people into opening their doors for him? If it's worked a few times in the past to get him what he wants, eventually people will catch the repetition and become warned of that phrase. Maybe that is why the cat lady was suspicious of the phrase from the start. She'd been warned and did the right thing but denying him entry and calling the police right away. Our Humble Narrator isn't as smart as he thinks.

-Alex is 15 at the the story takes place.

-Alex's lingo has a chokehold on my every waking moment. It haunts me how fluid it feels when I'm reading it, even though I have no idea what he's saying most of the time. I do find it interesting how the author indicates that the adults in the story speak without Alex's lingo, they speak "proper".

PART TWO

-Alex is now 17.

-It seems like in the film they completely removed the second murder Alex was convicted of, which I feel would have been important towards telling his story. In the film, they show Alex having taken responsibility and showing interested in becoming a better man. In the book, Alex is still manipulative and a bad character. He hasn't learned from his crimes. He's just annoyed that he is forced to be around people he considers to be lesser than him. He's disgusted by them. He's looking in the mirror and refuses to see his own reflection.

-Aversion therapy is what is happening here, where the patient is given an undesirable stimuli while being shown images, or in Alex's case, films, in order to treat the unwanted behavior. This was also administered as treatment for "curing" homosexuality back in the day alongside castration to cure gayness. While the practice has been looked down upon and shamed for the mental harm it causes patients who underwent this treatment, unfortunately conversion therapy and aversion therapy is still practiced today. However, there are proper non-harmful ways to use aversion therapy and is sometimes recommended by therapists. Aversion therapy is a type of behavioral therapy. It is sometimes used to help treat nail biting, alcoholism (some medications used to treat alcohol abuse trigger a sick feeling response when alcohol is consumed), and smoking.

-The "vitamin" injection was the undesirable stimuli, making Alex feel weak and the showing of the criminal activities on film made Alex condition criminal activity with feeling sick. Which is why later on when Alex is kicked around and shown breasts, he becomes sick. This is similar to the alcoholism aversion therapy medication which makes the patient nauseous when they consume alcohol. The author writing about this therapy did a great job at expressing the thoughts and actions and makes me wonder if he did this on purpose or if it was accidental.

-Alex is quickly beginning to realize the horrors he had committed. While it was fun and games for him before, now having the undesirable stimuli to punish his behavior is teaching him that crime is not fun and games.

-I wonder why they didn't show a scene of Alex hitting his head against the wall and showing sickness from it in the film. I feel they grazed over this part of the book, showing Alex and the films, his shouting and anger at the doctors playing his favorite music, but the read pain is in Alex's physical reactions. A duality can be found between pre-cured Alex and the correctional doctors, the violence is different but still violence. Same with the police violence towards the end.

-"Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?" page 129.

PART THREE

-Alex still feels higher than everyone else, that he's more important than everyone else.

-In the end, Alex didn't learn anything. He went right back to worshipping violence.

[joysofescapism]

Book Review: Knot Your Damn Omega by Devyn Sinclair

She’s famous, beautiful, and the one Omega whose name everyone knows. She’s my twin sister. Everyone wants her, and no one wants me.

Being the twin of a movie star isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Eva is glamorous and sweet, and everything I’m not. Believe me, every person in my life has made that crystal clear. The press calls me the Ice Queen, leaving pack after pack broken in my wake.

I wish it were true.

All I’ve ever wanted was a pack—to be loved and cherished the way an Omega was meant to be—but now I’ve given up hope. Every group I meet wants a copy of my sister. Let’s not even mention the ones who called me by her name.

That was before I ran into an Alpha whose scent made me climb him like a tree. And his pack, who smells like heaven, makes me perfume, and claims they want to make me theirs. I want to believe love like this exists, yet the past has taught me it’s too good to be true.

I want to be able to tell the world I’m taken. To scream I’m knot your damn Omega… I’m theirs. But first, I have to believe it myself.

Read my full review below the cut.

First time reading an omegaverse in such a long time and this was a good one to start.

I loved Esme right after meeting her. I loved that she has a strong character but is also soft and sensitive, she was very human. I can go and say that she was one of my favorite heroines of all time.

However, as for the heroes, I felt like I was mixing some of them and they were not all fully given attention despite having dedicated scenes with Esme. I always mixed Luke and Avery, Rylan was always mentioned but I could not feel him, only Ben and Kade had distinct voices among them. Since this book was character-oriented, I wished the heroes were explored more. Esme’s character background and motivation were explored thoroughly.

Despite that, I still enjoyed it. I loved the story progression and how the pack took care of Esme. It has tooth-rotting fluff and blazing-hot smut!

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When you’re the most-watched drama on broadcast television (and for four years in a row), you probably don’t need advice on what to do and not do. And yet here we are, NCIS.

The most recent season of the well-watched drama aimed to deliver a 22-episode string of character-centric episodes, opening with a mini NCIS: Hawai’i crossover that resolved the mystery of Parker’s seemingly deceptive ex-wife Vivian and then at midseason delivering a 3-way NCIS universe team-up.

Season 20 gave us more of the “Dad” side of McGee (albeit with no actual kids; more on that below!)… introduced Jessica’s sister Robin… revisited the case that put Parker’s old FBI partner in a wheelchair… explored Jimmy’s relationship with growing daughter Victoria… repeatedly taunted us with Russian spies… and gave Torres a blast or two from his enigmatic past.

Speaking of Nick, NCIS left us with the chilling image of him seated across from the man who had abused his mother for years, brandishing a gun and seemingly dead-set on payback.

Looking ahead to whenever Season 21 hits our screens (NCIS, like all of CBS’ scripted fare, is hoped to be back at “mideason” after the strikes are resolved), here is what we do (and don’t) want to see happen. Review our picks then share your own wishes in comments!

WANT: A visit with McGee's whole family

Since the character’s debut in Season 11, Margo Harshman’s Delilah has made 18 total appearances — yet she is barely averaging one-per-season in recent years. And much more conspicuously, we haven’t seen Tim and Delilah’s twins, Johnny and Morgan, since the November 2017 episode in which they were born. References to the rugrats are nice, but we are way, way overdue to see Tim and Delilah parent some actual human beings.

WANT: A tougher, alpha Torres

Maybe it’s just us, but…. Has NCIS never quite made up it’s mind on who Nick Torres is? The past couple of seasons certainly have us wondering.

During his overlap with Ellie Bishop, Torres seemed tougher. Much more of an alpha male. But one who is always hiding (hiding) a sliiightly goofy side. And in the immediate wake of Ellie’s sudden exit, he was shown to be brooding over that loss.

But as of late, Torres seems to more often be the butt of a joke — à la “Hey everyone, Nick doesn’t know this thing, ha-ha!” — than the one cracking the joke. And that makes it harder to connect with the material when suddenly the character is needed to be some, like, badass undercover convict.

Heading into Season 21, we’d like the show to make up its mind about Nick and bring back some of the swagger the undercover vet arrived with.

WANT: Big moves for Jimmy/Jess

One of the very best things NCIS has done in recent years was the incredibly deft handling of this workplace friendship caught fire — from its oh-so-sweet onset to Jess’ treatment of Jimmy’s gunshot wound, from the whole “disclosure form” thing to the blurted “I love you” to Jess wondering about her place in the widower’s life. It’s just been perfect so far, and played wonderfully by Brian Dietzen and Katrina Law. So let’s ride that wave and see the couple tackle at least one major milestone in Season 21, be it cohabitation or a “family adventure” B-story with Victoria.

WANT: Bring back Brigid Brannagh!

It was an unexpected delight to see Army Wives vet Brannagh pop up during Season 20 as Constance Miller, a U.S. Senator with whom Gary Cole’s Alden Parker shared more than a little chemistry. Alas, their eventually revealed insta-romance got derailed when Alden kinda sorta bluntly suggested that Constance was a traitor in cahoots with Russian spies. There’s no “I’m Sorry” greeting card for that, but it’d be great to see the senator again.

Or, if Constance’s instinct was right — that Alden is still carrying a torch for ex-wife Vivian — let’s see Teri Polo again.

WANT: An update on Gibbs... or Bishop... or 'Tiva'... or....

We know that Mark Harmon chose to step away from the role of Gibbs after 18-plus seasons, and Emily Wickersham… actually, why did her run as Bishop end?

Anyway, the point we’re getting to is that while it is understandable that long-running characters such as Gibbs, Bishop, Tony and Ziva will at some point ride off into the (Alaskan or otherwise) sunset, at some point it gets rather odd to not hear a single peep about them!

Yes, the NCIS showrunner has suggested that offering no updates on Gibbs allows the character to “be everywhere and anywhere all at once” (or words to that effect), but can we hear any little something on Bishop, who abruptly kissed Nick good-bye in the Season 18 finale to go be an undercover operative? Or hear tell of what happened when Ziva, who was resurrected and resurfaced for a bit in Seasons 16/17, caught back up with baby daddy DiNozzo (who has been off-screen since Season 13)?

Abby gets the occasional nod; it seems simple enough to do the same for other gone-but-not-forgotten team members.

DON'T WANT: More crises for poor Kasie

In just the past few seasons, forensics whiz Kasie (Diona Reasonover) has cheated death during a shooting at the diner… been held at gunpoint in the squad room by an escaped serial killer… been exposed (along with Jimmy) to a deadly biotoxin… and, most recently, saw her Thanksgiving spent with Jess get crashed by the gun-waving con man who’d been wooing Jess’ sister.

We’ve seen the toll that all of this has taken on Kasie — she quietly began training in Krav Maga! — so it’d be great for her to maybe go all of Season 21 without another brush with death.