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darkbluekies · 2 years

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Omgg can u pls do Silas with a track runner reader?

Pls n Thxx❤️

Run, my little dove

Mafia!yandere OC x trackrunner!reader

Summary: Silas gives in and lets you run for once to be a cover for his mission. But he gets jealous because of the situation and decides to show everyone that you're his.

Warnings: threats, mention of death, isolation, jealousy, nsfw indication

Word count: 1.1k

Ever since Silas took you, you haven’t been able to compete and have barely been allowed to practice your running skills. Silas, that absolute sadist, has locked you into his bedroom where there’s not enough space to run. You think you’ll go insane. You need to move! Your bones are itching when you sit still for too long, and it results in you being disobedient because you can’t control yourself.

One day, he gets a mission that makes him have to be at a stadium, and what better cover than letting you compete in the running? You're a famous track runner after all and letting you compete will give him a justified reason why he's there. Otherwise the police will question him right away. Everyone knows you belong to him. This will be perfect.

"My little darling~", he sing-songs as he enters the bedroom.

You look at him with tired eyes from the bed.

"I have a surprise for you", he smiles.

"I don't want more jewelry …", you whisper.

"It's not jewelry."

"Then what?"

He crouches down in front of the bed with a smug smile.

"What if I told you that youre allowed to compete?"

Your eyes widen.

"A-Are you for real?" you ask carefully.

"One time", he says and break out into a genuine smile. "You're allowed to compete one time."

Before you can stop yourself, excitement has taken over you. You throw your arms around his neck tightly and repeats 'thank you' more times than you can count. He chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist in return.

"My pretty baby", he murmurs. "I'd do anything for you."

Be doesn't tell you that the only reason you're allowed to do it is because of his mission. You're only his cover.

"Give me a kiss", Silas says. "Show me how grateful you are."

You pull back to kiss his lips once. He locks his hand behind your neck to keep you there and deepen the kiss for as long as he wants to. You're sure that your lips are either swollen or bruised by the time he pulls back.

"I'm going to get you clothes and a temporary spot in the team", he promises. "And if you win … I'll reward you."

"Really? With what?"

"What would you like?"

"To continue running."

He thinks. "Maybe I can arrange that."

"Thank you so much, Silas."

He melts at your genuine smile. He doesn't see much of that now that you're with him. With his thumb, he traces your lips, admiring them.

A week later, you're escorted out onto the field by Silas' right hand man. Silas himself is sitting in the audience — in the front row. His men are currently hiding among the regular people, searching for the enemy. Silas is supposed to do the same, but he can't stop watching you. You meet his eyes and he smiles widely. You know that everyone here knows who Silas is and by the way he looks at you they'll soon know that you belong to him as well. You'll never be able to leave him now. No one will dare come close to you if they know who you has claimed you.

You turn back to the field, waiting for your signal you've run. You haven't been running for a while, but under the week you've trained on a treadmill. Hopefully it's enough. You're shaking with nervousness, but you tell yourself that you've done this before, that this is nothing new.

The second you hear your signal, you run. Heart beating loud in your ears, the only thing you hear is your own encouragement. Run faster, you can do it.

Silas is watching while biting his lip. He doesn't want to admit how terrified he is of you losing. He knows how you'll beat yourself down because of it. He starts to look around to see how the mission is going and catches the eyes of his men. They're nodding — they have the enemy. Silas smirks and leans back in his seat. Now his part of the visit is done and he'll take care of his enemy later. If you lose, he'll take out his anger on his enemy.

You win and oh, how Silas gets proud of you! He stands up and waves at you to run over. He gets out of the booth to wrap you in his arms. You run over to the audience and he bends down to cup your cheeks and kiss you. It's as if you can hear the entire arena gasp.

"Now they know you're mine", he smiles and hugs you to his chest. "Now the whole world will know. Good job by the way. My best baby."

You don't turn around to face the crowd after. Everyone will judge you, everyone will know.

"I'm twice as happy", Silas whispers smugly, thinking of his succeeded mission, "that I might keep you up all night."

…this sexual bastard-

"I want to leave now", you mumble into his black coat. "Can we leave?"

"You need to go get your prize", Silas says and takes your hand. "I'll come with you, let's go."

Walking across the field yo get your medal might be the hardest thing you've ever done. Everyone’s eyes follow you. Their thoughts are screaming through the air and all you want is to bury yourself six feet down. You reach the prize podium.

"We will not stay for the ceremony", Silas says coldly to the man holding the medals. "Give my baby their medal and we'll be on our way."

The man's arm is shaking as he holds out the medal. Silas takes it from him and gives it to you. You look at the shiny gold.

"You did well-", the man says, but gets cut off by Silas cold tone.

"Don't speak to them", he warns him. "Unless you want to be dead by sunrise, that is."

"O-Of course, I'm sorry."

Silas starts to pull you with him out of the stadium. He praises you for being such a good sport all the way to the black car. His chauffeur holds the door open for the both of you. Silas likes this man, he never talks to you and gets you where you need to go quick and easy.

After this day, you're allowed to run again. Silas usually rents whole stadiums or sport centers for you to run alone. Now that everyone knows who you are and you're too ashamed to run among everyone else, you find it nice that he's tented the places for you. He always stands by, timing you or watching. He loves to see you in your natural habitat. By being able to run, you no longer cause as much commotion for him. He can't be happier.

#yandere #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere fics #yandere stories #yandere mafia #yandere ocs #yandere oc x you #silas oc #male yandere #yandere oneshots #yandere scenarios

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cc-tens · 2 months

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Ok but here's something I think about.

So Echo's mind was forcefully hacked and the utilization of his mind resulted in countless vod deaths. But he is not to be blamed because he was forced to be used, a cog in the machine that turned whether he wanted it to or not.

I think about him being a narrative foil or some sort of parallel to Fox. And I know the argument is that the manipulations used on Echo were not consensual, but Fox followed orders and therefore acted upon his will; and yes I do agree he did do as he was told and his obedience resulted in Fives' death which leads down a rabbit hole of preventable trouble. But also in my mind whether it was through the use of the inhibitor chip, emotional/mental/physical/etc manipulations and abuse acted against the Corries, or it being Fox's indoctrination I still think he was a similar cog in the ever spinning war machine. Even if it wasn't the first two options and it was him acting on what he believed were justifiable orders, I still feel equally as bad for him. Because he was raised to be that way, programmed even to be that way. The Kaminoans and the war machine demanded an attack dog and he became it. Yes I get it, he could have chosen to act differently, but you're telling me the indoctrination and ever present enforcement of propaganda and dogmatic thinking isn't still abusive and corrupt? That in a world where troopers could be reconditioned for being disobedient and you were trained since you were the equivalent of a toddler that if you were told the world is laid out in black and white that you wouldn't believe it? Rex and Cody and Wolffe and Bly and Ponds all have generals who help enforce personhood and individuality in clones, they encourage the building of self identity and acknowledge individual uniqueness. You think the Corries get that? On a planet where it's all about politics and paperwork? If the GAR has to deal with indoctrination ideals - as shown by Dogma and his stringent obedience - then you don't think that shit is drip fed into Corrie blood streams?

I'm saying that while Fox killed vod, in what mind does he have to do contrary? Echo's mind was highjacked, and to me in a way the Corrie's were highjacked as well. Not the same, not with physical wires and screws and pods but through slow and methodical programs and placements. Echo's forced servitude can be seen physically on his person, but the same manipulations that had Fox pull the trigger on his gun which killed Fives is all internal. Even if it isn't a chip, even if it isn't out of fear, he never had a chance to go against when his entire life was built to serve and do this. The Chancelor says jump, Fox will always ask, how high?

#transmission #idk if i wanna tag this bc this is mh own take on conditioning and stuff #so idk if ppl are gonna be like 🤓☝️ or 😡🖕 at me #but like growing up indoctrinated in dogmatic ideals and only being saved from it thru ppl intervening #i feel so bad for the way that the corries are not allowed that intervention #to be granted personhood and told you are equal to every other being in the world #that the rules you live and abide by do not have to make you who you are and your autonomy can be granted #to live a life believing it is the way things are and to never question or judge #im like shaking ppl bh the shoulders like they are foils in this way ok!!#forced and nonconsensual manipulations utilized them in unfathomable ways!#fuck it ok tagging now #tcw fox #commander fox #arc trooper echo #clone trooper echo #tcw #tbb #tbb echo #star wars

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 11 months

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Crewel wagging his baton at Rollo. "Hmph. I heard you excel in potionology. A shame you have chosen not to take my alchemy course."

THE WAY ROLLO PROBABLY DOESN'T WANT TO DO ALCHEMY BECAUSE HE REFUSES TO RAISE HIS BUDDY LEVELS WITH MALLEUS, IDIA, AND AZUL 😭 When Rollo's passive aggressiveness spills over into the gameplay...

Like Fire, Hellfire.

“Hah!” Crewel’s laugh was a dry bark. “To think that Trein-sensei and even Vargas-sensei have the opportunity to train you… I’m left feeling like an abandoned puppy on the side of the road.”

"Divus-sensei." Rollo politely bowed his head in reverence. "I apologize, I mean you no disrespect. I'm certain that you are a knowledgeable expert and instructor—I would have loved being under your tutelage."

A truth, white as snow.

He was nothing if not sincere to the man in the striped fur coat. Though the professor was a mage, Rollo would be lying if he claimed no respect for academics. They had some modicum of sense, sullied by the sin they practiced.

I call that a shame, he thought bitterly.

"That begs the question of why." Crewel curled a blood red glove against his chin. His eyes were sharp and discerning.

“Why, sir?” Rollo imperceptibly tensed.

"Why you chose to not enroll in my class. You enjoy Alchemy, correct? Your professors at Noble Bell College all speak highly of your abilities in the lab, even going so far as being involved independent research projects. All the factors indicate you should have been chomping at the bit to engage with my coursework.”

"... Sadly, it did not fit in with my schedule."

A lie, black as night.

Rollo’s stomach clenched at the thought of it—of being trapped in a room with the intoxicating potion fumes, forced to collaborate with heathens. It was a recipe for disaster, for his patience to fail and for his temper to spill over.

The corner of Crewel’s mouth quirked in amusement. “Exceptions can be made. The headmaster could have played around to ensure it fit—especially for a skilled young mage like yourself.”

“Please, I am worthy of no such praise.” Rollo clasped his hands together, one over the ring upon his right. “You must hold your own pupils to high expectations as well.”

“Hmm.”

His baton tapping patiently against his thigh, Crewel quietly assessed the student from the Shaftlands. Everything about him was careful and coordinated: looks, manners, words, actions. Perfect, almost like pure white or pitch black—but adults knew things, and one of those things was that there was no such thing as perfection.

“I can see that you’re of a humble breed, Flamme.” Crewel placed a hand on his shoulder, giving a quick pat. "However, I know a dog on a leash when I see one."

Confusion briefly flashed on Rollo’s face. “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean.”

“You’re a disciplined pup, but a restrained one—you aren’t realizing your full potential. You’re holding yourself back from doing what you really want: to let loose and to test your limits.”

Rollo’s eyes widened, repulsion lancing him.

He, desiring to openly revel in the devilry called magic? The man had it all wrong, had fallen for his controlled facade.

Perfect student, perfect boy. A paragon in pure white.

“I was a loose cannon myself back in the day,” Crewel continued, “A bad boy, a troublemaker, for the teachers to tame.”

“But you’re a teacher yourself now.”

“Yes, I’ve been trained well as you can see. That is also why I’ve got an eye for spotting those similar to myself.”

“What…” Rollo fumbled for his words. “Are you, as an instructor, encouraging disobedience and rebellion of your students?!”

“No, not exactly. However, a puppy won’t grow into a fine dog if they’re not granted the opportunity to go wild and experience what the world has to offer them. As the master of this litter of pups, it is also my responsibility to that through.”

Crewel smiled wickedly with his teeth, his canines pointed like some beast’s. A piece of his old self slipping through his well-groomed persona. Something gritty and dark.

Rollo shivered. He didn’t like that look.

“Go wild. Live a little—so long as you don’t cause your teachers any trouble.”

Give’m hell, pup.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Rollo Flamme #Divus Crewel #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #disney twisted wonderland #Rollo at the Writing Desk #idt Crewel knows what he’s fueling here

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bakersgrief · 5 months

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A/n: This took me forever. Uuuuh I hope I can feed a few Silvio simps.

WARNINGS: explicit content, collaring, leash play, puppy play, master kink, degradation, swearing, face stepping, oral (reader recieving), fem reader, no beta we die like the king

"The fuck is this...?" The last thing Silvio was expecting was to find a collar around his neck when you planted yourself on his lap, quickly fastening it before he had the chance to react. It was a simple leather affair with a metal clasp, quite unlike the finery he typically adorned himself with. It was fitting that he was dressed down as well, resembling the haughty puppy he was more than a powerful prince. Perhaps you had spoiled him a bit too much with your affections to have him sprawled across the sofa like he owned the place. What a naughty thing he was.

Your lips curled up in a smirk, barely deterred by his confused protest. What a disobedient dog. "Hmm? Don't you like it, puppy?"

"The hell-" Click. A leash. Silvio was indignant. You not only collared him, but put a leash on him as well? And both were plain as hell. What were you thinking, trying to put a prince like him in such boring attire? Well, maybe not completely boring. It was... just the littlest bit exciting. Not that he would ever tell you that. You pushed yourself off his lap and stood in front of him, winding the lead around your hand and responding calmly to his challenging glare.

"I'm afraid it was a necessity. After all, you know dogs aren't allowed on the furniture."

"Huh? Hrgk-!" Silvio was yanked off the sofa with surprising force, landing on his knees in front of you. Of course, you were careful not to hurt him. The human neck was delicate, after all. His baleful gaze suggested he hadn't just let you bodily yank him off the couch, as though he was kneeling at your feet and looking up at you expectantly entirely against his will. As though his racing heart and twitching cock was due to anger rather than sudden arousal.

"...The hell do ya think you're doing?" His voice came out as growl that would have been threatening; were he not getting hard just from being on his knees while you towered over him.

"My, my." You tutted in mock disappointment. "What noisy barking, puppy. Do I need to muzzle you as well?"

"Ngh-" Silvio grunted as you grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head back to get a better look at his slowly forming blush.

You murmed in a sultry voice, mere inches from his face. "It would be in your best interest to behave, puppy. Surely you know... only good boys get to cum."

Silvio felt his cock throb at your words.

"...oh yeah? And why should I listen to you?"

The heat burning inside of him flared as your eyes became cold and sharp.

"Why...?" You pretended to ponder the question as you moved to sit in the center of the sofa Silvio had previously occupied. You slowly pulled the leash in your hand taut, before yanking him around so he was kneeling between your legs.

You pushed his shoulders down and planted your foot on his face, earning another growl from him.

"This is your place, puppy." You whispered sweetly. "At your master's feet."

You stepped off him and pulled his face to your clothed core. Silvio couldn't help but lean in just a bit, inhaling the scent of your arousal.

"Now, puppy." You whispered again. "Make good use of that noisy mouth of yours."

You slowly pressed his face against your clothed sex, hearing his breath hitch.

"Haha, it's your favorite treat, isn't it?" You cooed, gently rocking your hips against his face.

Silvio glared at you, but didn't try to pull away, obediently mouthing at your damp undergarments. You smiled, pleased with his compliance. He slowly raised a hand, hooking his finger in your panties and pulling them to the side so he could begin licking long stripes up your sweet pussy.

Your sighs of pleasure rang out as you stroked Silvio's hair, encouraging him.

"What a good boy. If you do a really good job, I might just let you come inside me."

Silvio shuddered and began to lap at your leaking hole more enthusiastically. You grinned in delight.

"Does my puppy like that? You wanna spill your seed in your master's pretty cunt? You want me all warm and full of your love when I'm done having my way with you?"

Silvio let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a whine, causing your head to fall back as it reverberated through your pussy. The sounds of his wet lapping and your pleased hums mingled in the air.

"Such a dirty boy." You panted. "Nothing but a bitch in heat. Devouring your master's cunt just for a chance to come inside her."

Silvio whined, painfully hard. You chuckled mockingly.

"Keep licking, puppy. I'm not letting YOU cum until you beg me with a face covered in MY cum."

Silvio shivered, precum staining the front of his pants as his cock grew impossibly harder in anticipation for the long night ahead.

#ikemen prince #ikemen series #ikepri #silvio ricci #ikepri fanfiction #ikepri silvio #ikepri smut #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikemen prince smut #silvio ricci x reader

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madockisser · 20 days

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I just read How the king of Elfame learned to hate stories, the "So long as you are begging, he doesn't mind a bit." line at the end of the blurb stuck in my mind

He mentions begging in the books. Although he also begs Jude at some point iirc

Do you have any thoughts about how this almost power dynamic is important to him? Or why he'd be fond of it

I'm not sure how to word it properly, he's in a precarious position with the rest of his siblings for a good part of his life, Balekin manipulates him amongst other things.

why is cardan such a sadist?/ cardans struggle w power

hi! great question, i hope i answer it to your liking!

from what we can tell of cardan and his character, he doesn’t have much. he has his status as prince, and that is all that he can cling to. it’s his only advantage.

we know that he is not fond of courtiers, faking their admiration for him, allowing him to slap and use them; all while they can go home to someone they truly love.

all his life he assumes that cruelty gets him what he wants, it ensures that he keeps the little amount of power that he has, while his brothers scheme and kill for the throne, he hurts and humiliates those that question his power.

but any sort of dig against ppl, making them feel lesser so he can feel greater, making jude beg and submit to him so he no longer has to feel anything for her, so she won’t consume his thoughts with her disobedience, gives him that small amount of power, since a human girl opposing him, all while he sorta loses that battle against her, makes him look weak. in the eyes of his friends, family and the court/gentry

anyway, while he ofc can “fall out of favor” w his siblings, those sort of relationships w them do not matter to him, he insults caelia to her face in htkoelths, he does not care for dain, he cares a bit for rhyia, perhaps bc he sees most of himself in her, the way she is casual when it comes to her royal duties, and bc she is kind to him when the rest are not, when the rest have deemed him as balekins princely little monster, with an awful prophecy over his head.

what matters to him is his father, not that he likes him much but he still strives for what seems like attention from him. so he is cruel and sadistic for the sake of his father taking notice of him, bc thats all he knows

in twk, jude finds a crystal ball where asha neglects cardan until he hits another boy, and at that she laughs greatly and pays attention to him. being cruel is all he knows, the only way for him to be seen by his father, even if it is bad attention, atleast it is attention at all.

as for that power dynamic, again, he relishes in any chance to show ppl he is powerful, that he is important, even when he really isn’t.

so as jude opposes him, he is reminded time and time again that not only does jude have everything he wants, a loving family, but she has a strange sort of power over him, the power to make him feel not only desire but eventual care for her well being. which isn’t a feeling that he feels often

pair those feelings with the fact that she is human, and the fact that balekin encourages him to kill humans but cardan instead frees them, and takes beatings for them, he is very conflicted and angry and upset at his feelings for her.

he doesn’t want to care, it would be easier to act as those he has a heart of stone.

i assume his feelings make him feel awfully powerless, which is obviously a feeling he does not like, since he consistently goes out of his way to show his power to the court by acting without consequence and casting those that get in his way out of court.

anyway, later on he is begging to jude because at this point, i think he’s realized just how far gone he is in his love for her. he is vulnerable w her in a way that he never was w nicasia or anyone.

w nicasia he flaunted his power, pretended that he was more important and influential than he was, w nicasia he formed his group of friends that took advantage of his power and hurt him w it.

but w jude, he felt powerless bc of the powers she had over him, first off, his desire for her, second, his love for her, and third, ofc the bargain that quite literally made him her slave.

until jude, his sadistic power dynamics were used to hurt those around him, but then he learned that he’d much rather feel powerless so long as jude is there w him. he’d also learned that he can be useful, which he’d never thought before jude. he learned that he doesn’t have to hurt and lash out for a power thrill, that he can be powerful in being a good high king.

jude was the only person that taught him that he could be loved and worth something at all, without having to reach out and claw that love from someone’s hands.

jude and cardan understand each other in a way no one else in their lives ever bothered to.

and abt the begging part, im sure he also likes to simply see jude begging as well. after all they put each other thru, im sure they both like seeing each other beg.

hope this answered your question! if not, feel free to leave another ask!! 🫶🫶 and feel free to add on as always!

also i just want to add, i see everyone’s asks, and am working on quite a few, though i am still doing my reread, which is why it’s taking so long to get to my older asks! so sorry!! i answer the newer ones if they are easy to answer, w things that i already know w out having to grab my books to look for it.!

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wizzdot · 2 months

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The Patron Saint of One Way Trips

Ch16

Description: more progress yay!! Ghost sort of admits that he is affected by Laika. We get more sus of Graves.. Rudy feels the same and warns Alejandro- Alejandro recognises us but can’t place us…sorry about the lack of John and Kyle - they’ll be back soon! But “Garrick girl” 🤌🏼 I volunteer as tribute!!!

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

The helicopter lands, I am curled on Johnny's lap, with his hand on the back of my head stroking my hair. He had encouraged my face into his neck to calm me down from the initial upset of the Lieutenant scaring me. I just sort of leave my nose there, seeking comfort from the familiar Alpha. His scent slowly morphs from slightly angry back to the welcoming scent that he usually has over the course of the trip. When we land, he taps my back twice - "C'mon, Lass. Time to get some dinner and go to bed.." I whine, not wanting to leave the warmth and security that he provided.

I eventually stand, rolling my shoulder - it had started to feel better with a bit of rest and the painkillers Rudy had given me. I step to the side, allowing Johnny to lead me in the correct direction. He follows the Mexican bonded pair towards their base. The Lieutenant stays back, walking behind everyone.

Alejandro opens the door for everyone, welcoming us all into his base. He walks towards a large rec-room, filled with dinner tables and men. I notice that half of them are wearing Mexican Special Forces badges and the other half are in all-black outfits with American flags on their arms. The Shadows. I stay quiet while Johnny greets everyone confidently - always an extrovert...

I try to float towards Rudy when I'm stopped by Commander Graves. "Hey you, we meet again. Quiet little thing, aren't ya?" I stare at the ground, nervous to interact with the Alpha. "Hey..look at me!" he says, attempting to sound friendly but, in my opinion, coming across as pushy. Especially when he puts two fingers under my chin and lifts my head so that my eyes meet his gaze.

"You new?" - I nod.

"Where ya' from?" - I narrow my eyes and squint, not quite sure how to answer. I hesitate before responding "Hereford" - not technically a lie. I sort of live in Hereford where the SAS base is..

He raises his eyebrows and nods his head. "argh, we'll break through that shy little exterior of yours, won't we sweets? I'm sure you're nice and soft on the inside.." He teases, winking. My body betrays me by blushing, I turn my head away, making his fingers fall away from under my chin. A shiver goes down my spine, feeling incredibly anxious. I glance around and Johnny is busy socialising with Shadows and Mexican soldiers alike... I can't see any other familiar faces - not even the Lieutenant.

My eyes fall to the food queue - surely no one would bother me if I was just getting some food?!

I walk to the queue, remove a tray from the stack and stand quietly. A group of noisy Shadow soldiers walk behind me. They chat and joke loudly with each other for a couple of minutes. I step forward when the queue moves. I feel the group behind me move, but this time they stop closer to me than they had been before. "Well well well" one of them drawls from behind my shoulder.

Don't turn around. They might not be talking to you.

I face forward, tense and anxious. The same Alpha clears his throat from behind me, obviously pissed that I was ignoring them. I feel a rough hand on the back of my neck, turning me around and holding me there. "Look what we've got boys! The 141 brought their bunny with them!! D'ya think they want to share her?!"

I whine but can't do anything. The wanker had scruffed me! Scruffing was reserved for disobedient Omegas.

*Ghost's POV*

I leave the girl with Johnny, while I go off to find a toilet. I was desperate for a piss. On my return, I glance around the large room. I quickly spot Johnny socialising and playing cards with other soldiers. Of course he was..

But the girl - where was she?! My eyes dart around and I see her in the queue for food. Just as I'm about to turn, having seen that she is still there, the Alpha's hand curls around her scruff and pulls her around to face him. My legs move before my brain can even process what was happening. I wrap my arm around her waist from behind and pull her into my side, quickly sending a decent right hook to the fucker's face. The group around him all gasp and the smirks on their faces drop.

"Fuckin' touch her again and I'll cut your fuckin' hands off" - she is clutching my hoodie, it feels like she is hyperventilating again. Fuck sake, Johnny! I kick the Alpha who had scruffed her in the ribs just for good measure. He grunts and coughs.

"Is that fuckin' understood?" I bark at them. I hear a chorus of 'Yessirs' and 'Yes, Lieutenant, sir', satisfied I move to leave, but the girl clings to me. I sigh, realising that I had accidentally began to massage her scent glands where that fuckin' Alpha had scruffed her. She relaxes into me...

*Johnny's POV*

I turn round when I hear the sound of a tray hitting the floor. I don't expect to see my Alpha holding the girl tenderly under his arm while laying out one of the Shadow soldiers. I excuse myself from the card game with a tight lipped smile. I jog over to Simon and grab his shoulder from behind. Big mistake Johnny!

He turns abruptly with his fist raised, ready to wallop me one. I hold both hands up to submit to him. "Steady, big guy.. s'just me.." I whisper, trying to calm him down. He just growls at me.. ohhh he was pissed..

"Thought I told you to fuckin' watch her, Johnny?!" He growls in an accusatory manner. I feel guilty.. "Sorry Alpha.. I thought she was with me.. I didn't realise she had gone to get food.."

"She got fuckin' scruffed by that bell-end, Johnny, you can't take chances like that.." he grumbles. I see her small hands squeeze Simon's side, through his hoodie. I know that the situation isn't exactly ideal but I'll stick my head on the line and call this progress..

"I'm going to take her over there" Simon nods to the corner "get her some food and bring it over.." he orders me. I nod, wanting to make up for my earlier stupidity. Before Simon moves, I tap her on her elbow trying to get her attention.

"Lass, it's just me.. what did you want to eat..?" - "nothin' not hungry.." she murmurs sadly.. - "Just get a bit of everything Johnny, we can eat what she doesn't.." Simon replies.

I nod and walk to the front of the queue plating up all the food options into several bowls.

Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

I feel so safe, which is weird. I've spent the past week being terrified of the Lieutenant, but now I feel totally safe wrapped in his arms. I try to tell myself that it's just because he didn't want to take me back to the others hurt or traumatized. I was his responsibility, after all.

Ghost slowly unwraps me from his arm and gently ushers me to the back corner of the room. I still can't read his face due to the mask, but I swear that his eyes look...softer.

He walks behind me, with his hand just hovering over my lower back, not actually touching me..

I sit quietly on the chair that he pulls out for me and begin to wring my hands and bite my nails. My eyes snap to his when he tutts at me and shakes his head. Something in me tells me to drop my hands and sit quietly. He narrows his eyes at my reaction. "Don't bite your nails - s'a bad habit" he grunts at me. I look between his two eyes, trying to imagine his face behind his mask. His scent exudes strength and power - and a newer thing that I've only just started picking up - safety..

Johnny breaks our weird staring contest by arriving back to the table with a huge selection of food. He clangs cutlery to the table and sits next to me. He rubs my back gently, whispering how sorry he was. That confuses me though - it wasn't Johnny's fault.. why was he apologising?! I glance at him with furrowed brows and he mistakes my expression for anger or annoyance directed at him, "No, lassie, please dinnae look at me like that.. yer breakin' my heart!" he whines.. I furrow my brow more before the Lieutenant helpfully interjects "Laika.. he thinks your pissed at him - fix your face.."

My eyes snap to Ghost's again before turning back to Johnny. "I - I don't know why you're apologising.." I admit.

"Well I took my eyes off you, didn't I? And you ended up gettin' scruffed by that fuckin' wanker.. that's why, Lass.."

"But that was my fault.. scruffing is reserved as a punishment for disobedient Omega's and in special situations, to ground a panicked or feral Omega.." I quote from the presentation and puberty manual we had all read back in school..

"No lass, he dinnae even ken if you're an Omega or Beta.. remember we cannae scent you, yet? Not until the suppressant drugs leave your system and you actually present as whatever you turn out to be.. I know LT thinks that..." - "JOHNNY..." Ghost barks as a warning and Johnny shuts up quickly. I look between both of them, confused.

"Ghost thinks what..?" I continue, feeling bold for once. I eventually bring my eyes to meet the Lieutenant's gaze. "Nothin' that matters" he grunts.

I scoff, "You think what, Lieutenant...?" I ask again, wanting to know. Brave girl, pushing an Alpha like this... my inner voice whispers nervously.

He tilts his head slightly at my determination. "Awkt, it's nothin' Lass.. I shouldn't have mentioned anythin'.." Johnny tries to brush his little slip up under the rug.

"No, Johnny.. I want to know.. I - I deserve to know... don't I?" my lip wobbles, genuinely feeling anxious but my bitch of an inner voice laughs manipulative little bitch.

*Ghost's POV*

Her fuckin' lip wobbles. Don't cry again. Don't cry. Don't cry.

"You're an Omega" I say plainly.

She freezes, Good job, Simon. Nothin' like sugar coating it..

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

"You're an Omega" he says.

My eyes widen and I go stiff. "Wh-what..? The Captain - John.. John said the tests were inconclusive.. It wasn't for certain..."

"You're an Omega, didn't need tested.."

"What- what do you mean..?"

"Your scent. As soon as Johnny found you.. your scent is Omega. I don't know why I can smell it.. but I've smelt you from day one. Sent me into a fuckin' unexpected pre-rut".

I gulp and look away. "S-sorry" - "S'fine, managed to control it.."

"But.. but the test results said tha...." - "Fuck the test results.."

I shut up and look at the food in front of me. Johnny holds out a spoonful of something, as if he was trying to hand feed me. I roll my eyes and shake my head, picking up my own spoon.

I may be useless and a liability, but I could at least fucking feed myself..

I stubbornly take a spoonful of the stew looking stuff and swallow it. Fuck it was hot! I try to blow the steam from my mouth but resort to fanning my mouth rapidly. Johnny laughs and slaps his knee and to my surprise, even the Lieutenant grunts a small laugh.

"S'not funny.."

"Aye it is, lass" Johnny continues.

"I want to go to sleep" I say, crossing my arms, trying to be in a huff with the pair.

"Now, girl, what's with the mood?" the Lieutenant asks. "S'not a mood". I snap quietly.

"Eat some food and then we will ask Alejandro and Rodolfo where the room is" he orders me, gently - knowing that I have an in-built need to obey orders.

I obey, but make a big show of sighing and looking annoyed while doing it. Johnny just laughs at me under his breath.

I suddenly cough when I realise "Wh-what do you mean 'room'..?"

"Where we will stay" he replies harshly, as if it was obvious.

"Room. As in Roo M? Just one..?" - "Yes - the Captain requested you stay with us. Safer if you have any more nightmares. We can set up a nice cosy cupboard for you if you'd prefer?" he teases me cruelly.

"Rudy said.. no, that's not true! Rudy said that John had called ahead and asked that I was made comfortable.. nothing about sharing a room.. Rudy would have said!"

"You callin' me a liar, girl? Coz' you know Rudy so well all of a sudden, huh..?" Ghost growls. I shrink slightly at his tone. I was pushing his buttons now.

"Rudy knows that you are staying with the 141 pack - if you'd prefer, I'll stay outside" he adds in a softer tone, this time. My stomach sinks. Why would I want that?! Oh yeah... I'm scared of him.. aren't I??

Rudy and Alejandro appear then, Rudy with a knowing smirk on his face. I narrow my eyes at the meddling Omega. Alejandro watches the interaction suspiciously.

*Alejandro's POV*

There was something strange about this girl. Rudy had already told me he thinks that she is an Omega. But.. I recognize her. From where? I don't know. I tell Rudy and he looks confused. He tells me to think on it overnight.. always the voice of reason. My smart Omega.

Rudy seems to trust her, says she is harmless and shy, needs friends. I'm happy to put my trust in him, he is rarely wrong about people. What is weighing heavier on my mind is that Rudy has also mentioned that he isn't hugely keen on the Americans.

I tell him that they provided good air support for us today. He just shrugs and says "there is just something about them, Alpha - be cautious please.."

I promise him that I will be cautious of the Americans, if he will remain cautious with the Garrick girl...

He agrees.

#abo dynamics #john mctavish x reader #john price x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle garrick x reader #omega reader #poly 141 #simon riley x reader #task force x reader #kyle gaz garrick

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naavispider · 2 years

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All I’m saying is, imagine cuddly drunk Spider. That would be ADORABLE!!!

"But dad," Spider groaned, eyes wide. The very image of mockery.

The words twisted something deep within Quaritch, uncomfortably.

Spider was shoved onto his duvet, looking anything but ready to sleep. The soft sea wind blew through both of them, sending a shiver down Spider's spine.

"Now lay down," Quaritch encouraged.

But the boy just stared up at him, grinning in disobedience.

"Spider," Quaritch growled, frustration working its way through his voice, covering the kid in its catch.

"Okay, ok'y, jeeesus..." Spider began, but he was still grinning. Hmm. Quaritch grabbed his jacket from his nearby pack and threw it over Spider. For a moment the kid disappeared completely under the material.

"Y'tryna smother me or somethin'?" Came the familiar voice from under the folds of fabric. "I'll have you f'r that..."

Quaritch rolled his eyes but didn't rise to it. "Stay here, stay down, and go to sleep."

Spider tucked his head out from under the jacket, so only his face was visible. "Uh-huh," he mumbled. "I'm definitely gonna do that."

Not thrilled by this response, Quaritch stood and wandered back to where Lyle, Savine, Mansk and the rest were sitting around the fire.

"You back with us Colonel? Shall I deal you in?" Lyle called, his face lighting up. Mansk still had his sunglasses on, despite the darkness of the hour.

Quaritch nodded as he glanced a stressed look over to Spider's makeshift bed. The kid was still there, staring at him intently, smiling maniacally, as if constantly on the edge of a laugh. It almost freaked Quaritch out.

"He looks stoned," Savine said as she followed Quaritch's gaze. "What's wrong with him?"

Quaritch pursed his lips, thankful that whatever it was would wear off by morning. "I don't know... What are we playing?" he asked to change the subject, and to take his mind off the horror movie child still staring evilly across the deck.

"Blackjack," Savine replied. "You sure you're in?"

"Deal the cards!" Quaritch irked. Why did Savine always think he sucked at card games?

She did as he said, and the recoms picked up their hands, assessing their first plays. Quaritch his poker face into position, watching his squad carefully. It was Fike to go first.

The rounds passed tensely, and before Quaritch knew it, his thoughts had drifted away from his drunkard sun. It was difficult to play betting games on Pandora, since money wasn't in USD but tokens, to be spent in Bridgehead - their own Pandoran form of currency. Tokens were electronic of course, linked to their ID cards, so Lyle had the tablet out to take count of the numbers. After half an hour, Quaritch was doing reasonably well. That was until-

"He has an ace!"

Quaritch spun round furiously as Spider ran back from his reach to go and hide behind behind Lyle. "You bastard kid!" He groaned.

Wainfleet looked stunned to be Spider's choice of refuge at spoiling Quaritch's shot at the game, but Quaritch knew the sucker was secretly loving it. Nevertheless, Lyle quickly covered his own hand from the boy, raising his arm in shock as Spider buried his way into the recom's side. He looked to Qauritch as if to say 'I don't know, please don't blame me for this.'

Savine and Fike roared with laughter.

"I'm sorry!" Spider screeched, provoking even a chuckle from Mansk.

"You just ruined my wins..." Quaritch glared over the circle.

Spider buried deeper into Wainfleet's side, hiding his face even as he tried to control his laughter. Kid wasn't sorry.

"I should just throw him overboard..." he muttered darkly.

"Noooo!" Spider wailed. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" He held his hands up in attempt to show his remorse, but it was utterly ruined by the splutters of laughter he was trying to repress.

Anger flashed in Quaritch's eyes.

"Please don't throw me overboard, I can't swim! What d'you want? I c'n give you my food rations?"

"Those are our food rations."

Spider's eyes widened even further, and then an incredible idea seemed to cross him. "I'll give you my jacket!"

Quaritch sagged his shoulders as Savine struggled to stem the tears flowing from her eyes.

The kid was beyond reasoning with.

"Spider, come here," Savine managed to get out.

Spider eyed her warily, before ducking out from the safety of Wainfleet's protection. She patted the space next to her. "Come on, you can be on my team."

Spider's face lit up as he realised she was inviting him into the game.

"But no more ruining cards for people, okay?" she said reproachfully.

Spider raised his hand in a salute, before turning to Quaritch and grinning at him from across the circle.

"I do not believe this..." Quaritch angrily threw down his hand. He stalked over to his tablet, thinking that now he was excluded from the game he might as well get some work done.

The next time he looked up at the circle, Spider was on Savine's leg, looking more and more like a young child as the night wore on. She had wrapped an arm around his middle, sometimes bouncing him to keep him occupied when the game slowed.

Eventually, the kid's eyes began to close. From the way Spider shook his head and crawled closer to her, she'd obviously suggested that he go to bed. Quaritch couldn't help the warmth spreading from his chest at the sight of Spider hugging her chest as a toddler would cling to be carried. He waited a few more minutes to give the kid enough time to get properly sleepy, before approaching Savine and giving her the look that said, 'pass him to me'.

She gripped the dozing Spider under his arms and lifted him up so Quaritch could replace her hold on him. He brought Spider into the same hold she had used on him. Spider shifted as Quaritch pulled him close.

"Whaty'doin?" he grumbled.

"Taking you to bed," Quaritch replied as he raised a hand to cup Spider's head close to his neck. He almost didn't want to put him down. He stood for a minute longer than was strictly necessary, ten wandered to the ship's railing, looking out at the black ocean. He panicked when Spider brought his legs up to wrap around his waist. Shit. Quaritch closed his eyes, trying to lower his clamouring heartbeat at the realisation that the kid was just snuggling closer to him.

He shifted Spider closer and higher in his arms, staring into the darkness of the waves, holding his boy close. He never wanted this moment to end.

#drunk!spider #spider socorro #spider miles socorro #miles quaritch #recom quaritch #colonel quaritch #avatar the way of water #atwow #one shot #my stuff

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astarions-bride · 7 months

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I just KNOW that some of these characters are Doms in the bedroom. Which ones do you think?

I can see them all actually as Doms to some degree 🤔 I'm not an expert so I did some research and this is how I, personally, would categorize them.

Nikolai

Total Power Exchange (TPE) Dominant

"TPE Doms are dominant partners with complete control over their submissive. Like with a Master or Mistress, a TPE Dom’s control extends outside of the confines of scene play. Total domination includes control over many aspects of the submissive's life, such as decision making, daily routines, maybe even finances, as well as play and event protocols. Total power exchange dynamics regularly involve contracts, rituals, collaring, the use of honorific titles ("Master" "Mistress"), and rigorous, ongoing negotiation."

Charlie

Master

"Masters and Mistresses take on an assertively dominant role in the relationship and often have long-term, committed relationships with their submissive partners, even if not an exclusive relationship. Masters and Mistresses often require their submissive to wear a collar in honor of their devotion to their Dominant and to use honorific titles when referring to their dominant, such as exclusively calling them "Master" or "Mistress". Masters and Mistresses also can explore Total Power Exchange dynamics with their kinky partner/s."

Anthony Bridge

Sensual Dominant

"Sensual Domination is a dominant style that prioritizes pleasure over pain. While the goal of domination remains asserting control over a submissive partner, the means are sensual and tactile in nature and can involve worship. A sensual dominant focuses on overwhelming their submissive’s senses with pleasure and often provide nurture to their submissive in scene play and beyond."

Rob

Soft Dom

"Soft Doms, like a Caregiver Dominant, focus their efforts on affection, guidance, and encouragement. Soft Doms, rather than punishing, inflicting pain or demanding total submission, focus on creating a supportive environment that prioritizes their submissive’s pleasure with tools like praise, gentle teasing, sensual touch and positive reinforcement."

Captain Hook

Brat Tamer

"Brat Tamers are BDSM dominants who use discipline to dominate and control their disobedient submissive, aka their “brat.” A Brat Tamer must earn their partner’s submission and may use a variety of approaches from punishments, withholding desired experiences, and creative cat-and-mouse games to prove their dominant stance and “win” their Brat’s compliance. This power dynamic is rooted in the consensual struggle between a brat who breaks the rules and the Brat Tamer whose work is to get their submissive in line by a variety of assertive means."

Richard

Service Dominant

"Service Doms are kinky dominants who prioritize their submissive partner's pleasure and satisfaction. Service Dominants may act on their service orientation through sexually pleasing their submissive partner, or providing other acts of service such as running errands, attending to household tasks or repairs, among other services. Service Dominant may also refer to professional Dominants who provide services to clients."

Mark Griffin

Sadist

"Sadists in a kink context derive sexual pleasure from inflicting pain or humiliation on their submissive partner/s, aka “masochists.” A Sadist employs a variety of kinky tools and types of play from impact play, sensory deprivation, consensual humiliation and the like to create heightened sensory experiences for their submissive that involve pain."

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demenior · 11 months

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happy wip wednesday! this is not the Fealty au, but a secret, other story i've had kicking around in the dome for a while. i'm temporary calling it the 'Uk'otoa is Free' au.

two separate scenes. enjoy! --

Astrid paces the room while Eadwulf works. He sneaks glances in her direction. Her mouth is tight, lips pushed forward as if in a pout. Her gaze burns hot enough to light fires. The golds of her hair are alight with the dying sun, and he wants to commit the image to memory.

“Turn [the new assignment] down,” she announces, “you will tell Trent you cannot do this.”

Eadwulf drops his shirt, “and disobey?”

“They are calling the ‘ambassadors’ sacrifices,” Astrid draws out the word, “and you are a vital hand to the Empire! It is not disobedience to refuse to walk into obvious death!”

Eadwulf picks up his dropped shirt. He twists it in his hands. The king needs to send someone qualified at extracting information, who can also place themselves in a position to strike their enemies, with no fear of death. Volstrucker were made for this, or so Trent had explained to him.

Trent also told Eadwulf he was expendable, and a disappointment, following his return two weeks ago. He was foolish to have been caught. He let his fellow Volstrucker get captured. If she hasn’t been executed yet, she will be soon.

“I can tell them I am expecting, and you are the father,” Astrid tries.

“And what happens when you are not?”

“We… we could change that,” Astrid offers.

Eadwulf hears stitches pop as he twists the shirt tightly in his hands. He swallows tightly, around his heart in his throat. A dream bubbles up, well worn and ragged at the edges from years of use and being shoved into the small recesses of his mind. A dream of a small home, in a city away from here. Of their children, and the quiet nights they could have.

How many times has he described it to her in the quiet space between their pillows.

“Neither of us would be good parents,” Eadwulf decides to say.

“We won’t keep it,” Astrid shrugs, “but it’s a good reason to keep you here.”

“A good reason to get us both killed,” Eadwulf reminds her.

She goes quiet, continuing to think. The fact that she doesn’t have more plans to offer means she can see how tightly he’s trapped.

“I don’t think you can stop this,” Eadwulf offers her, an easy way out.

“I have to try!” she shouts.

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Like a douse of cold water, the spell effect ends. Eadwulf’s senses return to him. He glances at the would-be assassin who has stepped up beside him. Her nose is bleeding, and she draws up a silk scarf around her face like a veil to hide it. Her hair curls around her face with sweat. She managed to resist Fjord’s compulsion, but barely.

Bren mentioned Fjord’s charm, and that it had appeared to be amplified. Eadwulf has never felt a charm so powerful before. Had Fjord directed it specifically at him, he’s not sure he could have sidestepped it as he did.

Despite the heat of the day, he is chilled to his core.

“See?” Fjord turns to Vandran, “you worried for nothing.”

There’s something on his throat, that Eadwulf can barely make out between the high collar of his coat, and the neckline of his leather armor. A tattoo, Eadwulf realizes, of a great serpent. Multiple yellow eyes stand out in the midday sun.

As Eadwulf stares, some of the eyes close, and others open. The tattoo continues a lazy motion across Fjord’s skin, diving under his armor.

“My name is Fjord, I’ll be your Captain for this duration of your trip,” Fjord turns back to speak to them.

A splash behind the [group of Ambassadors], as the body is tossed overboard.

Fjord stalks the length of the group again, hands clasped behind his back, “so long as you are on my ship, you will answer to me. And I answer to the Great Leviathan. He is happy to welcome you to his home. I encourage you to be gracious guests, and on your best—”

Like a viper, the woman beside Eadwulf leaps at Fjord. Her dagger flashes in the sunlight.

Eadwulf strikes on instinct, knocking her wrist up and off-target. He kicks out, forcing her knee to bend. She loses her stance, falls, and by then he’s twisting her arm behind her back to leverage it so he can dislocate her shoulder in an instant. Her dagger clatters to the ground.

He looks to Fjord for confirmation before he realizes what he’s done.

The compulsion was lingering at the edges of his mind. Eadwulf is trained to protect his Master from any threats. He disarmed the threat, and is awaiting further instruction.

Fjord seems just as stunned as he is.

#its not fealty i prommy #its just that eadwulf [gestures at all of him]#yeah #how many complicated relationships can i fit in one story? yes #and yes this is obviously an au or canon divergence or whatever you want to call it #its more fjords story but it framed SO nicely having eadwulf be the pov intro character #astrid becke #eadwulf grieve #fjord stone #wip #astrid is ruthless and i (and eadwulf) love that about her

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shirzan140102 · 1 year

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Mahsa Amini: One Year Later

I don't know if this post will have any value. Since I wasn't on here in a long time, I don't know if other users have already posted about this matter. Even if I'm the first person to write about these matters, I expect that I'll hardly get any interaction with this post as usual... which fucking sucks when the goal raising as much awareness as possible and finding more supporters. But I'll still say what I have to say, because it's important. As a heads-up, this post is on the longer side, but please read it in its entirety and reblog it so that as many people as possible can read it. I promise that it's worth it.

This past year has been marked by protests - which contrary to what you might have been led to believe, never actually ended - thousands of protesters being arrested, hundreds of innocent people randomly being killed, countless protesters losing an eye after being shot at by regime forces, a record high number of executions, stronger repression (especially of ethnic and religious minorities), schoolgirls being poisoned simply for wanting an education, several... interesting... scandals of Islamic Republic officials, desperate efforts by Iranian diaspora and opposition leaders to get the help of Western governments and organizations, and meaningless, hollow gestures and statements from these governments and organizations. But what's changed since last year when people first took to the streets? Everything and yet, nothing.

Even if the protests decreased in frequency, many people have engaged in acts of civil disobedience. The people of Iran have become much harder to contain for many reasons, and the Islamic Republic is scared. They may have the resources for violent suppression, but they know they're losing when it comes to numbers and determination. On top of that, more and more cracks are starting to appear and grow in their seemingly strong and impenetrable system. Every move they make is destined to be met with backlash and to backfire on them somehow. By all accounts, the conditions are there for this to be the beginning of its end. So, then, what's preventing the people of Iran from delivering the final blow?

Well, there are two main obstacles on the path to victory:

The people of Iran aren't armed. Without weapons, it's impossible to push through. If lower ranks in the military can somehow be won over, of course, then that'll give a much-needed boost.

Western governments, organizations, and media.

I'll spend most of the remainder of this post elaborating on point 2.

Now, allow me to preface this by saying that I'm a Democrat/liberal. My views align with the Democratic Party's platform, and, at times, I even think it's not strong enough to address certain issues. I also want to make it clear that although I'm referring to the regime in Iran by its name (i.e., the Islamic Republic), it's solely with the purpose of distinguishing it from the people of Iran; my intent is not to disrespect or even criticize Islam (or any other religion for that matter). (In fact, like many, I believe that the Islamic Republic is an affront to Islam.) In short, this post is not being written in bad faith or with the intent to cause trouble. I just want everyone to understand where I'm coming from and my mentality in trying to expose some things.

Also, while I haven't had the chance to provide links to sources because it'd take too much time to find all of them once again, I strongly encourage you all to Google the contents of this post on your own to verify my claims.

Contradictory Actions and Complacency

Ever since the beginning of the revolution last year, the behaviors of the Western governments and organizations have been very contradictory. While they claim to be horrified at the atrocities taking place in Iran, they have hardly changed their approach to dealing with the Islamic Republic and have even, at times, taken steps that actually benefit them. These actions make no sense.

Take the strange politics of the UN, for example. Last December, in an unprecedented move, the Islamic Republic was expelled from the UN Commission on the Status of Women as an alleged show of solidarity with the revolution, but now, it's been announced that a representative of the Islamic Republic will chair the 2023 United Nations Human Rights Council (UNHRC) Social Forum this coming November. Let it sink in: 11 months after being punished for violating the rights of women, Iran will be taking on a prominent position in discussions about human rights. On top of that, they allowed the Islamic Republic to host an exhibition about the history of clothing in Iran (or something like that), which just gave them another platform to completely misrepresent everything going on. They had an opportunity to completely rewrite history (i.e., spread the falsehood that women in Iran have always worn the hijab or analogous clothing) and, in turn, minimize one aspect of the revolution.

In addition to all of this, the UN's so-called fact-finding mission on the human rights abuses in Iran has hardly been better than a joke. From asking regular people to send evidence of these abuses (even though they can be easily found on any social media network or news site) and having a very lax schedule for meetings (even though time is of the essence when many lives are at stake), it's clear that they do not take their mandate seriously. Now, in all fairness, I understand the need for concrete, valid evidence, especially when dealing with something as serious as crimes against humanity, but this approach just borders on nonchalance. This is just reinforced by their social media activity. Take this tweet from about 4 months ago as an example:

The wording of the tweet (ALLEGED?!?! human rights violations) and simply saying they're "deeply alarmed" do not indicate genuine concern or sympathy. It does not show any willingness to work faster to bring the regime to justice for its many crimes as soon as possible and, thus, give the people of Iran some long overdue justice. It's hard to think of this "fact-finding mission" as anything more than just a superficial formality. Its clear that they are content to let the Islamic Republic continue its reign of terror with impunity.

The actions of the US, the UK, the EU, and individual EU member countries similarly belie their supposed concerns and expressions of solidarity with the people of Iran. The most notable example of this is the failure of the UK and EU to add the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps (IRGC) to their respective terrorist lists (also known as proscribing it). It is odd that despite many alleged concerns about the dangers posed by the Islamic Republic, the parliament of the UK still hasn't moved to take the one very powerful course of action (i.e., proscribing the IRGC) that would help address this matter (and also help further weaken the Islamic Republic, thereby allowing the revolution to succeed). In fact, James Cleverly - the current Foreign Secretary of the UK - recently claimed [not-so-cleverly] that they haven't proscribed the IRGC, because it's not yet in the UK's interest. Let's just reflect on the absurdity of this statement: Cleverly's claiming that it ISN'T in the UK's interest to protect its own citizens from credible threats from the IR, although they acknowledge their existence. One has to wonder what interests would make the UK drag its feet on taking strong, decisive action despite these valid concerns (and despite it being the right thing to also do for the people of Iran). (I'll talk about the problem with the EU later in the post.)

Despite the acknowledgement that the Islamic Republic is a threat to its own people and other countries, the US, the UK, the EU, individual EU member countries, and Canada are happy to let the Islamic Republic act as it pleases in their countries. Regime agents notorious for horrific crimes against humanity are allowed to freely wander around in the US and Canada, and at times, they are even rewarded with positions of power that can continue to affect relations with Iran in ways that benefit the Islamic Republic. Oberlin College and Princeton University have hired two such criminals as professors, and despite strong backlash, they have done nothing to remedy this. (In fact, Oberlin claims that it conducted an internal investigation and concluded that there was no such issue. Yes, really...) Several institutions in the US and the UK (including THE Cambridge University) were exposed to be collaborating with institutions in the Islamic Republic. (The case of Cambridge University is the most egregious, since it has helped with the drones that Russia has used to attack Ukraine.) Many people have called attention to the fact that so-called Islamic Centers built by the Islamic Republic throughout Canada and Europe are actually places for espionage and radicalization, not for practicing religion and building religious community, and yet, to the best of my knowledge, only a few have been closed by now. (It was recently exposed that similar institutions have also been built in 4 US states, and I don't believe this matter has been properly addressed yet.)

Regime officials are essentially given warm welcomes to these countries. Recently, the same Princeton professor whom I briefly discussed above was given an opportunity to speak at USSTRATCOM. President Raisi is due to speak at the UN this coming Tuesday. Besides all this, the children and relatives of people affiliated with the regime live the most luxurious lives at the expense of the people of Iran. Rather than respecting the teachings of Islam and showing the same modesty that their relatives preach at home, life is one never-ending party for them here in the West. Mahsa Amini was brutalized to the point of death because of her allegedly improper hijab, but the daughters of these people proudly show on social media that they are wearing the most revealing clothes and drinking the best alcohol money can buy. (The regime's problems with financial corruption are best saved for another post.)

Another side of the problem is that many companies based in the West happily do business with or somehow involve people with ties to the regime in their ventures. Recently, it was revealed that the German company Bosch supplied the Islamic Republic with spy technology that's been used to target protesters. It has also been revealed that a major reason why the voices of protesters are often suppressed on social media is that people affiliated with the regime have ties to the groups or companies dealing with their content moderation/enforcement; with the ability to control who can post and how much, they can easily bury the voices of revolutionaries. And yet, none of these companies have taken responsibility for this, nor have western governments done anyhing to hold these companies accountable.

And now, let's talk about the most recent development between the US and the Islamic Republic and why it's nothing to celebrate, contrary to what many Democratic/liberal influencers would want you to believe. It was recently announced that the US would release $6 billion in frozen assets to the Islamic Republic in a prisoner exchange in which both governments would free 5 prisoners. Qatar would be responsible for overseeing the disbursement and use of the freed-up money to ensure that it's only used for humanitarian purposes. The problem is, however, that besides being a totally nonreciprocal deal (they get money and 5 people while the US only gets 5 people):

Qatar, in addition to having its own problems with human rights abuses, has been shown to be in the league wit. the Islamic Republic. For instance, at the behest of the Islamic Republic, they barred protesters from wearing or bringing anything related to the revolution in the stadium at last year's FIFA World Cup. Now, I can already anticipate some responses to the effect that they were just trying to keep the match apolitical, but that's simply not the case, as evidenced by the fact that people were allowed to protest for Palestine without any problem. (This isn't a dig at Palestine, btw; I'm simply pointing out the double standard.) With Qatar doing the Islamic Republic's bidding, who's to say that they will honestly report why any money has been released and make sure that it has been used for the declared reasons?

Money is fungible. Assuming that the $6 billion that's been freed up will be used for humanitarian purposes, the Islamic Republic has an additional $6 billion at its disposal that can be used for anything, including getting extra equipment for suppressing protests... or providing Russia with more supplies with which to terrorize Ukraine.

The prisoners being released allegedly aren't actually prisoners, but rather agents of the Islamic Republic who are based in America. (Read this article about the family of Siamak Namazi, one of the prisoners who's due to return home.) The fact is that the Islamic Republic has dominated the Iranian/Iranian-American lobby here in the US, most notably through the National Iranian American Council (NIAC). Any activism from these groups or people affiliated with them often ends up repeating regime talking points and pushing for policies that will benefit the regime. (While it's beyond the scope of this post, just know that NIAC, the Quincy Institute, and J Street should all be avoided. Anyone affiliated with any of these groups or repeating their talking points is bad news.)

Not all US nationals have been freed, and the Biden administration is lying about it. By law, all US nationals (both citizens and permanent residents) should receive the US government's protection in hostage/prisoner exchange situations. One of the prisoners left behind is Jamshid "Jimmy" Sharmahd, who has unfairly been sentenced to death and can be executed at any moment. (More on this later.)

Many Iranian-Americans have pointed out that this goes against the philosophy of not negotiating with terrorists. All this does is encourage further hostage diplomacy, which only benefits the Islamic Republic and allows it to stay in power. Several officials from the Islamic Republic are on camera promoting this as a business model of sorts. In fact, as luck would have it, before these "prisoners" have even been cleared to return to America, more prisoners with ties to the West have already been kidnapped.

While we'll only know in hindsight the reason for this deal, it's likely that this is part of an attempt to return to the JCPOA or to replace it with a similar agreement. Biden's secrecy and use of flimsy technicalities have made these acts a violation of INARA. (Yes, the Republicans are actually correct here.) Ultimately, this would continue to legitimize the Islamic Republic and help it remain in power, and it would be free to do as it pleases, which means that it can oppress the people of Iran even more brutally and continue to embed itself in other countries (see the Tanzania espionage incident). (There's some speculation that this is some sort of money laundering scheme with some financial benefits for Biden, and while I can't speak to that, one must also consider this possibility.)

In general, the Biden administration has been more lenient in enforcing sanctions, which has allowed the Islamic Republic to get away with things that normally should not slide under these policies. He's renewed sanction waivers. (Yes, the Republicans, sadly, are correct here, too.) One can only speculate at the desired outcomes for such dealings, but it will not be pretty for anyone anywhere in the world. (Yes, this will come to have worldwide consequences.)

Ultimately, from all of these instances, it's possible to glean the extent of the hypocrisy and betrayal on the part of these Western countries and groups. If anything, one can make the case that these governments want to keep the Islamic Republic in power, and the people of Iran are completely alone in this revolution.

New Friends from Unexpected Places

As I stated at the beginning of this post, I'm a lifelong Democrat. Their platform appealed to me for being progressive and for purportedly advocating for human rights. However, several events since the beginning of the Biden administration already made me wary of them (namely the disastrous withdrawal from Afghanistan) and alert to a more problematic side of them, and these dealings with Iran collectively became the breaking point for me. Now, I'm not saying that I'm going to become a Republican, but I no longer want to associate myself with them and support them. At this point, I'm a politically homeless liberal, and I currently believe that rather than going by party and platform and voting, I'm better off fighting for issues on an individual basis.

With all of that having been said, for once, I actually have to say that the Republicans have been on the right side of history. They're the ones actually trying to hold President Biden accountable for going about things the wrong way. I've even called several of their offices to bring up my concerns about his actions, and they were completely lovely and understanding. In addition to this, Republicans brought the MAHSA Act to the House floor. Again, this doesn't mean I'm a Republican, since I take issue with essentially the rest of their positions, but this whole case has renewed my faith in bipartisanship. I believe in complete fairness, and that means whoever resorts to underhanded methods to achieve their goals, even if we have the same beliefs, should be held accountable, just like that means anyone who does the right things needs to have their good deeds acknowledged, even if we are normally at odds with one another.

Suffice it to say, this whole ideal has left me disillusioned with the Democratic party, and I now have no place in the American political system - at least for the foreseeable future. Many other Iranian-Americans who lean left seem to share in this sentiment.

A Mini-Burn Book

There are many people who deserve to be called out, and I could honestly write a novel detailing everything they've done wrong, but I'll format my grievances with them as a brief list for brevity. In addition to the individuals and groups I've named throughout this post and the Islamic Republic, the following individuals need to be especially called out:

President Carter - For his role in helping the Islamic Republic come to power and in so doing doomed not only the people of Iran but also the people of America and arguably even the whole world. (Yes, really. While it's really complex, there's quite a bit of evidence out there supporting this. And I'll be happy to elaborate on my claim that his failures as a president have effectively doomed the entire world.)

President Obama - For originating the JCPOA and, by his own admission, not standing by the Green movement in 2009 to help the people of Iran get their freedom back then.

Robert Malley - The allegedly former Special Envoy to Iran. He clearly has ties to the Islamic Republic, and his son allegedly has ties to NIAC. When it was announced that he had been suspended from his position for accessing sensitive information despite having his security clearance revoked, the Tehran Times, a state-run paper in Iran, had suspiciously way too much information about the circumstances surrounding his ouster from his position. They also had access to documents that allegedly pertained to this problem. (These documents have yet to be authenticated, but they're suspiciously convincing.) Despite this controversy, he has managed to gain employment at Princeton University and some engagements at Yale University.

Princeton University - Not only for its questionable hiring decisions, but also for allowing two of its graduate students to be kidnapped by the Islamic Republic and showing no concern for them beyond a few empty statements that were clearly written begrudingly. (They also have yet to address everyone's complaints about these problematic employees.)

Josep Borrell - High Representative of the European Union for Foreign Affairs and Security Policy. He's clearly in the Islamic Republic's pocket. He has sabotaged attempts to proscribe the IRGC with some bullshit technicalities. It's on record that before some major events, such as the votes to proscribe the IRGC, he was on the phone with the Foreign Minister of the Islamic Republic to provide some reassurance. He's also an example of someone who mischaracterizes the revolution and deliberately wants to help the Islamic Republic stay in power. In a tweet from a few days ago about the one-year anniversary of Mahsa Amini's death, he talked about making Iran change its behavior... Take note: The people of Iran are openly calling for revolution, not reform, and the Islamic Republic has proven time and time again that it has no intention of changing its behavior. However, Borrell's put it in these terms, completely disregarding what we Iranians want and effectively insulting all the death and trauma that people have suffered in the fight for their freedom and dignity.

Antony Blinken, John Kirby, Matthew Miller, Vedant Patel - For their lies and equivocations. While I can't exactly remember who said what, they all have shown the same dishonesty and nonchalance towards the people of America and the people of Iran. Between the four of them, they have denied knowing about Jamshid Sharmahd and another US national excluded from the upcoming prisoner exchange, dismissed Jamshid Sharmahd as Germany's concern (due to his also having German citizenship) and not America's (though as a legal resident, he is indeed also America's concern), justified the deal as being the only way to get what Biden wants, and when pressed about the prospect of the Islamic Republic using the released money for something other than humanitarian purposes - President Raisi openly claimed in his recent interview with Lester Holt that they are free to do whatever they want with the money. - flippantly saying they don't want to speculate.

Senator Chris Murphy of Connecticut - For disrespectfully attacking Iranian-Americans who simply were sharing their concerns. He's thrown temper tantrums on Twitter when talking about this prisoner exchange that are completely unbefitting of his position, accused us of being "Iran hawks," and claimed that any criticisms about the deal are unfair, bad faith attacks against President Biden. (No, sir, we just want what's best for both of our countries.) It's been said that he's secretly met with NIAC and thus may be under the regime's influence, which is completely credible, considering his demeanor.

Everyone from NIAC and other IR-affiliated lobbying groups, but especially Barbara Slavin - In addition to whitewashing the regime's crimes, a video from a meeting earlier this year emerged with Slavin proposing a course of action that is very, very close to the final prisoner exchange deal we're seeing now. Years ago, she had the gall to callously flip off people protesting an event featuring a regime official. Overally, Slavin seems to be oddly enamored of the Islamic Republic.

The New York Times - For disregarding people's concerns that some of their Iranian writers (i.e., Negar Mortazavi and Farnaz Fassihi) are affiliated with the Islamic Republic. Previously, they dismissed people's concerns about these individuals' employment as racist, bad faith attacks against these writers. Last year, they falsely reported that the "morality police" in Iran had been disbanded and to this day haven't retracted or apologized for this, despite pressure from Iranian-Americans.

NPR - For having a presenter/host (Mary Louise Kelly) who's also clearly a regime puppet and allowing her to bring other NIAC/NIAC-adjacent people (including Robert Malley) on her show. Several months ago, after the protests had already started, she randomly shared a picture of peanut butter she found in a store in Tehran on her social media in a clear stunt to distract from what's really going on. With this stupid, childish post, she pretty much said, "Yes, people are dying in the streets fighting for freedom and being raped and tortured in prison, but hey, look, peanut butter!"

Various social media companies (including Tumblr) - For not listening to us when we talk about how are voices are being suppressed and allowing it to continue to happen and for not giving us the attention we deserve. (@staff, Iran deserves to be on the "Things We Care About" page!)

Celebrities and show-off activists - For only making posts or stories to claim that they care and act like they're good people and then quickly moving on with their lives. I get that compassion fatigue is a thing and that you can't go too deep into everything, but the speed with which they forgot is most likely due to them only putting up appearances. I'm sorry, but there's no way most celebrities don't know a single person of Iranian descent when they live in a place with a large Iranian-American population (i.e., Los Angeles) and, in turn, haven't heard some additional things about what's going on in Iran from these acquaintances (or maybe even friends).

There are probably plenty of people whom I've forgotten, but these are the worst offenders at the moment, imo. In particular, there's a congressman whose name I've forgotten who had the gall to dismiss Iranian-American activists because they're "being too emotional." (Yes, in the year 2023, a man actually dared say this to someone affiliated with a movement that started with women.)

The Role of the Media

The media has also played a huge role in suppressing news of what's going on in Iran. For instance, tonight's episode of NBC Nightly News did not mention that today was the one-year anniversary of Mahsa Amini's death. Media attention waned after the first few weeks of protests, and it's very, very rare to see any mention of Iran on tv nowadays. I understand that there are still plenty of online articles and think pieces, but discussing these major issues on televised news or in primetime tv programs is a very effective way of raising awareness. And we're being deprived of that.

When someone is brought to comment on something related to Iran, it's highly likely that they are affiliated with the regime (i.e., have ties to NIAC), and it's very rare to see legitimate opposition leaders have an opportunity to set the record straight. Even in these cases, there's no guarantee that their story will be given the attention it deserves. Going back to the horrible prisoner exchange deal, Ghazale "Gazelle" Sharmahd, Jamshid Sharmahd's daughter, has been doing everything she can to bring attention to her father's situation and save his life. She recently shared that at a sit in with the families of other "prisoners," she managed to finally get interviewed by MSNBC of all networks, but her story never made it to the final cut. Only the material with the families of "rescued" prisoners (i.e., people who probably have ties to the Islamic Republic) were broadcast.

Now, I'm not saying that we live in a country where our news is 100% controlled by the government. We fortunately have nowhere near the amount of issues they do in Iran, Russia, or North Korea with state-sponsored media, propaganda, and information control. However, it is very suspicious that only certain voices are being promoted over others and that certain things are overlooked or misrepresented. There's no way that media outlets haven't gotten tips from Iranian-Americans; people have been so active and vocal that they've certainly heard our concerns. One is left to conclude that there is something or someone controlling how certain narratives are told. (This also explains the prevalence of the fake-intellectual history about the 1953 "coup" and why hardly anyone believes that America, France, and the UK had a role in the 1979 revolution, although the evidence is there.) While I agree with a lot of criticisms against them, I still think it's very interesting that Project Veritas managed to get believable behind-the-scenes footage of an ABC employee complaining about how they knew about Prince Andrew's relationship with Jeffrey Epstein years before the story broke but they were prevented from exposing it by the royal family. If this footage is legit, it definitely hints at a shockingly insidious trend of governmental/elite control of the information we receive from the media. I do think we mostly have a free press here - Or, at least, I'd still like to believe that this is the case. - and I don't buy into the Republican narrative about the mainstream media, but there are suspicious signs of interference with the news and facts that are provided to the general public.

Dear Reader

If you've managed to make it this far in this post, thank you for sticking with me. I promise that we've reached the end, but I have a few things that I'd like to leave with you... and a few requests. As I've hopefully made clear throughout this post, the people of Iran are up against insurmountable obstacles due to Western powers ostensibly wanting to keep the Islamic Republic in power. They say all the right things to play the role of the leaders of the free world, but then they take actions that are a slap in the face to all of us fighting for a free Iran. If they keep getting in the way like this, we'll be doomed to live under the shadow of the Islamic Republic forever. In fact, even we diaspora aren't completely safe.

And this is where you, dear reader, come in. When it's just our voices as the minority, it's easy for people in positions of power or with larger platforms to ignore us. However, when people from other groups show up with us, then it'll be harder to disregard what we have to say. And the cool thing is that, in this case, even if you aren't Iranian, this still does concern you too. The Islamic Republic is becoming a worldwide threat, and gradually nobody anywhere will be safe from their clutches. For instance, do you think they won't get around to attacking Israel or the US? I'm not trying to manipulate anyone or exaggerating when I'm saying they're after worldwide domination; it's a fact. They don't care that they're destroying their own people and their own land and that they've tainted the name of Islam. Nothing is sacred to these people except power and their own interests. And there will be a time where you, too, can become their victim. Do NOT let that happen.

This is why I'm assigning non-Iranian people the following action items:

If you live in America, contact your senator and ask them to vote in favor of the MAHSA Act.

If you live in the UK or EU, push your parliament to proscribe the IRGC.

If you live in America, call out President Biden for his actions (most especially the prisoner exchange). This is especially important if you're a Democrat, since any underhanded claims that you're acting in bad faith will have no merit.

Boycott any companies that still do business with the Islamic Republic, and push the governments where their bases of operations are located to punish them.

Hold the media accountable for their selective, biased reporting on matters in Iran. Tell them that you're interested in hearing about Iran and ask them why they haven't discussed it in televised programs much. If it's just Iranian people asking, then they can dismiss it as the interest of a niche group and claim it's of no value to their program, but if a wider demographic argues that there's a need for it, that would arguably put more pressure on them. Also, bring to their attention that certain individuals are NIAC members (or NIAC-adjacent) and that they shouldn't be given a platform. If they do get involved with someone from NIAC (or a NIAC-adjacent group), hold their feet to their fire; make them cut ties with them and issue a retraction and apology.

If you're on stan Twitter or Instagram, nag your fave to post about Iran, especially if they've acknowledged or interacted with you before.

Pressure social media companies to look into the suppression of Iranian voices, especially if you're employed at one of these companies.

Find a way to bring Iran into any discussion as long as it's relevant. If issues such as LGBTQ+ rights or environmental justice are being discussed, for instance, talk about how these matters are under attack in Iran.

Also, if there's any debate about whether someone is affiliated with the Islamic Republic and associated organizations, please follow the lead of Iranians and Iranian-Americans. Take care to not make assumptions on your own, and just help us expose whoever we've identified.

I know this post has been very long, but this is an extremely important issue. Please stand with the people of Iran. We can't do this alone. We can't stand anymore tragedy and destruction, and we want to rebuild and thrive. Amplify our voices and be our friends in our time of need.

Thank you!

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Try (M) - Chapter 4:

"Just you and me.."

Pairing: Taehyung x Jimin, Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x reader

Genre: PURE FILTH. unfiltered, SMUT, SMUT AND YOU GUESS IT, MORE SMUT.

Warning: HOLY SHIT SO MANY uhhhh- Gay sex, (m.masturbation), cum swallowing, Dom!Jimin, Sub!Taehyung, Switch!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, protected sex, Anal fingering, SLIGHT chocking, Breath play, Jimin jerks Taehyung off a bit, Blowjobs, DIRTY TALK, JIMIN IS SUCH A FUCKING DOM ISTG- this. is. pure. filth.. shower sex(? if you can even call it that), gay shit TO THE MAX. Jimin literally fucks Taehyung in the ass like-

A/n: Holy shit it's 3am here. Anywho- This is my first gay smut i've ever written. I know! I'm dragging this series out so much, I'M AWARE BUT I'VE GOT WRITER'S SMUT BLOCK A BIT CAUSE IT SOUNDS LIKE AN EXOSITORY ESSAY. I'm tired im sleeping now buhBYEEEE

As always, please enjoy this train wreak.

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"Did I say you could touch yourself?" Jimin's tight grasp on your wrist leaves you squirming in place.

"N..no sir-"

His dark chuckles erupt from his chest.

Shit.

You were in trouble..

“Once again” He bends down to meet your blown out iris. A smirk tugs the corner of his lips devilishly. “You’re being naughty. Should Daddy punish his baby for being so disobedient? Hmm?” He straights up, and begans to circle your dischanted form like a predator scoping out its prey.

“Maybe, I should make you watch while I fuck Taehyung-ie.” The thought of watching two men devour each other sends your sense over the edge. Everything is heightened. You felt like a fucking superhero with how sensitive you were.

“Or maybe bring Jungkook back in here. Tie you up and watch me fuck the hell out of both of them. You’d like that,” His breath dances gently across the shell of your ear. A sound barely audible slips from your grasp, dissipating into the air.

“Wouldn’t you dirty,” With each word, you find yourself effortlessly being inched further back into the unknown.

“Dirty,”

“Girl.”

Your back hits the dewy marble walls of the shower, one hand coming up to wrap around your delicate throat.

“When I ask a question, baby,” His grip tightens, locking in place as your airway constrict like a boa. Not enough to ever hurt, just enough to make his power known. He lets go slightly, allowing you to give the answer he’s been patiently waiting for. You wantonly answer, still shocked by the amount of dominance radiating from this man you call your cute little boyfriend.

“Y-yes please daddy, fuck him, please! I wanna watch so badly!” You’re practically on your knees. The shower having been cut off long ago.

So much for cleaning up. You thought.

A dark chuckle rolls off his tongue, letting your body fully go, watching as it partly slides down the damp walls.

“Good. Now stand there like a good girl and watch.” His hot breath brushes your ear once again, threat even worse than before.

“If I even see you trying to touch yourself again, I won’t let you cum for another month.” This time, your audible gasp is very recognized. He smirks, taking his time making his way over to Taehyung who’s still kneeling down, waiting for a command.

“Well, you heard the woman, Taehyung-ie.” He nods standing, as Jimin grabs the belt part of his costume, pulling Taehyung over to lean against the countertop. The foggy sheet of white blocks Tae’s view of himself.

He’s about to be fucked by a man.

And he’s turned on by it..

Jimin rips the rest of Taehyung’s costume forcefully down, throwing them God knows where. Reaching forward, Jimin gives the younger man a bit of mercy by moving his hand repeatedly on Taehyung’s pink tip, just for a little more lubrication.

“You ready, baby?” Jimin’s soft words are all the encouragement Taehyung needs to nod back, letting him know that he’ll take almost anything Jimin throws his way.

“Good boy.” His hand trails down Taehyung’s muscle crowded back, sliding his finger right down the crack of his ass, timidly toying with his rim.

“F-fuck..” Taehyung curses, this new sensation bringing all kinds of questions to his mind. But, as soon as they had been put, they’re long forgotten when Jimin takes a little bit of his own pre-cum, dousing his middle finger before inserting it almost expertly-like in his ass. A gasp ghosts from Taehyung's body.

“F-fuck Jimin I-” He’s cut off the elder wrapping his hand around Taehyung’s cock, s ueezing the tip letting him know who’s still incharge here.

“What was that?” Pressure increasing the longer Tae waits to answer.

“F-fuck Daddy-” Taehyung’s knuckles turn white from the grip he has so tightly against you bathroom counter’s edge.

“That’s what I thought.” He adds two more fingers, as taehyung silently cries out from the stretch.

“F-fucking! Oh- Shit!” Jimin’s thrusts pick up pace once he feels like Tae’s adjusted to the new sensation.

“G-girls are s-so l-l..LuckEY-” His moans fall upon deaf ears, before Jimin finally pulls all his digits out, leaving the young man gasping for air. His face, red and splotchy from the burning going on everywhere in his body.

“Look at you.” Jimin coos, reaching over to grab a condom out of his costume’s back pocket, motioning you as well.

“Be a good girl, now.” You nod, wasting no time in helping him slide the thin latex around his reddening cock, securing it smoothly before backing away to let the show continue.

“Look at our Taehyung-ie. Think he was all high and mighty back there” Jimin’s hips slowly push against Taehyung’s as his face contorts to an expression you didn’t even know existed.

“All those times you made fun of my small dick, huh? Not so small now, is it, big boy?” Jimin teases, his thrusts quickly speeding up as Taehyung has to brace himself against the countertop for support. A hard slap to his juicy ass, and skin clapping is all that fills the room. The constant squelching sounds make it sound so…

Dirty.

“Hey hyung I forgot to ask if- WHAT THE FUCK-” Jungkook bursts in, immidiently regretting having walked in on such a scene, even though he’d been doing not the most holy motions either just a few hours ago.

“S-sorry- I- Uh-” Before he can quickly turn and leave, Jimin’s deep growl sits him in place.

“Stay.” He growls while his thrusts into Taehyung’s abused hole is all anyone is focused on.

“Wish this was you, huh Kookie? Or, are you that much of a slut that you love watching your boyfriend getting absolutely obliterated?” You’d never see a side of Jimin likes this. Had this man taken viagra pills before coming here?!?

“N..no” Jungkook sheepishly replies, scared to do anything else in fear of his hyung’s wrath. Okay, maybe not wrath, but power? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Taehyung wantonly moans against his own bicep, biting down on the reddened skin, hands turning blood-shot red from such force pounding into him.

“You okay, baby? Come on, use your safe word” Jimin teases, two more painful-looking ass slaps are applied to Tae’s bottom. he whines, not sure if he likes this or despises it. To say the least, it was defiantly new. Jimin's thrust never once miss a single beat, bringing the poor boy over into a whole (heh) new dimension. Taehyung's forced to straighten up, back pressed against Jimin's controlled hip rolls. The shell of his ear, slightly nibbled on by the elder.

"Remember who's really in charge here, boy." He releases Tae's tight grip on his scalp, making him fling forward from such force.

“Get over here, Kook.” Jimin demands, the younger quickly makes his way over, before Jimin slows his motions, bringing Jungkook down on his knees infront of Taehyung’s throbbing cock.

“Suck.” He picks up his original pace, the power of his thrusts make Taehyung’s cock forecefully dick down his lover.

This wasn’t even Fifty shades of grey filthy.

This was mother fucking shit filthy. If these were any other people, you’d all be disgusted by such filth.

We’re all going to hell, anyways.

Jungkook, on the floor being forced his lover’s cock down his throat, Taehyung painfully being the middle man, while Jimin fucks his ass like you’ve never seen someone fuck before.

“D-daddy I- Please!” Taehyung practically screams, not being able to handle this much pleasure.

“Do it. Cum in Jungkookie's mouth like the dirty little whore you are. What a bitch, not even being grateful for being fucked. Maybe I should just leave you here, hmm? You and your bratty mouth...God, your teasing.. I dreamed of this moment every single day.” Jimin tsks, seeming as if he isn’t even bothered by all of this.

With every thrust, sending his words deeper into Taehyung's fucked out state.

"Waiting."

"Watching."

"Until I could teach you the lesson you so desperately begged for."

"Knowing when to shut the fuck up and take it like a man."

Holy shit, Taehyung's looking like a fucking tomato from Jimin's dirty talk. wait..

Has he fucked men before?!?!

“n-No! I- very grateful!! S-so greatfU- AHH” His last cries let everyone and their mothers (your poor neighbors) know that this Pornhub scene is finally over. Jimin allows Taehyung to lean his body against his own, knowing that he wouldn't be able to support himself for quite a while from now.

“Good, good boy. You did so well, Taehyung-ie. Such a good boy for me, hmm~” Tae’s panting overrides Jimin’s soft words of encouragement. He bends down, petting Jungkook’s head as well.

“Swallow.” He immediately obeys, swallowing every last drop of his lover’s hot seed. His lips, swollen. Corners of his mouth tug into a slight curve.

Who knew Jungkook had a praise kink...

‘Good boy. Koo~” Jungkook leans into Jimin’s hand, loving the attention and softness he'd well deserved.

“You both did so well. Jungkookie, one last thing-” He stands up, waiting for command.

“Take Tae back to the room to let him rest. Give him lots of water, too” Jungkook nods, helping Taehyung stand to walk out of the bathroom, leaving just you and Jimin’s (apparently still not exhausted) figure once again.

“Hello, darling~” He coos, wrapping his limbs around your own shaking body.

“W..what the- h..h..h.ow the fu-”

“Shhhh~” He presses a finger to your mouth, shutting you up quickly.

“This time,” He reaches over, still not letting your figure go while turning the shower knob on to let it heat up.

“It’s just you and me~”

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