The Alphas Trophy | S.rogers

the alpha’s trophy | s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!alpha!steve rogers x reader, omega!innocent!reader, reader is the last omega, military!steve to the max, non-werewolf a/b/o dynamics, kidnapping, praise kink, agegap, size difference/size kink, spanking, oral sex (female recieving), forced orgasms, omega heat, domestic!steve, my attempt at politics

A/N: This probably should’ve been two parts but oh well! (model is @enchated_noir)

In which you’re the last Omega and Steve’s the most influential Alpha in the country.

word count: 9k 

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Your bare feet padded against the wooden floor of Bruce Banner’s downstairs hallway. It was past your bedtime, a strict nine-thirty, but some nights you got curious what the bumbling man got up to at night. His office was on the first floor of his brownstone, with double doors leading to a spacious but paperwork covered room. You made sure to tip toe as you peaked inside, thankful that he was probably too much in a hurry to make sure it was closed. 

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cc x·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ thinking about…reader trying to break up with yandere gojo  

minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: yandere; dub con; lovesick gojo & he’s obsessive/toxic about it; he’s mean but yummy, okay?; size kink (ish?); gojo showing off his strength; sex without protection

notes: I had this written as an idea right after I wrote my hc’s for the jjk men in their yandere version. twylm readers, please forgive me for not posting the next chapter. I am working on it but I am really struggling - I had the worst burn out after the last chapter, and have been having a hard time trying to get back into the story >.< 

wc: 1,228

gojo plays with the hem of your skirt - the flat expression on his face telling you that he’s listening but appears unbothered by your statement. you can see the annoyance in his eyes, the irritation that you would say something so ridiculous in the middle of a make out session. 

his hands find the back of your thighs and with one swift motion he pulls you over his long legs so you’re hovering above his lap. the imbalance forces you to clutch onto his shirt with frustration, and he mindlessly reaches to undo his belt before tugging your underwear aside with his long, slender digits. 

“toru, are you listening to me?” you whisper in a small voice. 

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++ 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈/𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

[summary] sukuna wants to bone you and he makes it yuji’s problem.

[cws] fem reader. masturbation -> yuji. sukuna has vivid fantasies about reader v.v

Yuji thinks you’re a nice girl.

You’re funny, cute, sweet, and you’ve put him on his ass a few times during training and left him thoroughly impressed.

But he doesn’t like you … like, like you like you.

You’re cool to hang out with, play games with, train with, and sometimes he prefers you over Megumi when he’s thinking of getting up to some mischief—all in all, you’re a good friend, but that’s all he sees you as, a friend, and he’s sure you feel the same about him.

…

So why can’t he stop fisting his cock to thoughts of you? Because of that damned curse taking up residence inside of him — the dirty pervert.

Sukuna’s got a thing for you, a nasty thing that puts lewd images in Yuji’s mind and makes his hands and cock ache to touch you. And Yuji doesn’t want to think about these things, no! He doesn’t want to think about how you’d look on your knees, teary eyes looking up at him as your lips stretch wide around his cock. He doesn’t want to think about how you’d look knuckle deep in your pussy, back arched and toes pointed as you fucked yourself. He doesn’t want to think about how tight and warm and soft and perfect your cunt would feel wrapped around him, no, he doesn’t want to think about any of those things!

But that’s all Sukuna thinks about, everyday all day - Yuji gets no reprieve.

If he sees you in the morning, your usual smile on your face as you greet him with a ‘hey, itadori!’, an image of your smiling face is flashing through his mind, except this time there’s spurts of cum on your swollen lips and your tongue is lolling out, eagerly waiting for more.

If he happens to glance over at the wrong —right, Sukuna always snarks back— moment during training and see that Maki’s got you bent in a precarious position, suddenly all he can see is images of his cock slamming in and out of your cunt, puffy lips slick and your cum coating his base, coarse hairs there weighed down with his and yours essence.

It’s sick, perverted, and he can’t do a thing about it but what he’s doing right now in the privacy of his dorm; choking back moans as he fucks his fist to the thought of you, hips bucking up off the bed as Sukuna pushes forth an image of you sat atop him, doughy thighs bracketed around his hips, fingers splayed out on his chest as you meet his thrusts.

He swears he can feel it, feel you - feel the heat of your cunt wrapping around him, feel your slick coating his shaft and dripping down to his balls, feel your nails digging into his skin as your pussy flutters and you come—

“Fuck me.” Yuji doesn’t know if that came from him or Sukuna, and he doesn’t have time to think about it before another image is flashing, this one starring you with your face pushed down into the pillows, purple nails contrasting perfectly against your skin as he spreads your cheeks open to watch your cunt swallow up his cock.

Yuji groans as his thumb, big and calloused, roughly swipes over his leaking tip, hand tightening around his base as his heels dig into his mattress. There’s a pulling feeling at his cheek, and a fierce heat envelopes him as Sukuna’s deep drawl filters out in the room.

His words are rough, quick, breathy, and Yuji desperately wishes he’d shut the hell up because he doesn’t want to think about how ‘warm your pussy is’, or how it ‘probably squeezes real tight when you come’, or how your ‘tits bounce when you’re getting fucked’, or how you’ll probably ‘squeal, moan and cry like some bitch in heat when he plays with your little clit’—you’re his friend, and he yours, and it’s so fucking wrong to be thinking of you like this, and it’s all because of him.

The next and final image is a quick flash, no more than a second or two, and Yuji snaps his eyes shut as his teeth grind together, veins along the backs of his hand bulging as his cock twitches in his grip. Ah.

Your thighs are spread, gapped open and limp against the ruined sheets, while two of his fingers spread your lips open, a white gush of cum dripping out of your stretched hole and trailing down between your ass cheeks.

Yuji shudders, eyes slowly blinking open to see the mess he’s made on his stomach and chest, and he lets out a weak groan as he turns to bury his sweaty face into his pillow, already dreading the next onslaught of images that’re sure to bombard him soon.

nephilim (six)

you know where the cred goes 💙

cult au, supernatural creature au

yandere! bts x f! reader

warnings: yandere themes, violence, manipulation, death/murder, mentions of torture

a month has passed since you first encountered the Kims, and “deja vu” has never felt quite so fitting a term for your situation. one day you were going through the motions, experiencing daily life, but somewhere along the way, the rhythm changed, and you found yourself dancing to the tune of a different drum. the atmosphere is tumultuous and ichabod is out for blood–no matter whether it’s yours or someone else’s. as the beat pounds faster and faster, you can’t help but wonder; will you conquer the dance, or will you find yourself lost in the movements?

a/n: (casually returns from the dead) hello, all of you beautiful peoples! i just wanted to pop in and thank you all so, so much for all of the love and enthusiasm nephilim has received! i’m so happy y’all are just as excited about the story as i am! every time i get a notification from one of you lovely folks, i am overcome with gratitude. y’all are really sweet and creative, and i absolutely adore reading your messages and reactions! i can’t thank you enough! <3<3

i apologize if the story feel rushed, and i hope that you all enjoy this latest chapter! without further ado, happy reading~ love, ati

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It had been raining all morning.

The only source of light in the living room came from the floor to ceiling windows, the dreary weather casting a grey shadow on everything. The overcast clouds, as a result, gave the space a very dim appearance.

One which seemed to perfectly suit the current atmosphere of the household.

Taehyung sat on the long, gray couch in the downstairs living room, absentmindedly blowing hair out of his face as he watched water slide down the glass.

He and his brothers had been terribly disheartened after the past week. 

So much so, that Moonsik and Eunbyul took extra care to stay out of their way in fear of getting caught and inadvertently facing their wrath. 

In addition to visiting (Y/N) to ensure her well-being, they needed time for themselves to cope with the sight of her laying on her hospital bed, covered in bandages and hooked up to machines.

They needed time to cope with the fact that they almost lost her.

To an Augustus dog, no less.

Even after seeing her and how well she was faring in person, their mood had not changed. Each of them were stuck thinking the exact same thing:

How could I have let others harm her to that extent?

Ever since, they had been stuck in various states. 

They experienced periods of numbness, bouts of overwhelming anger, or misery so suffocating it left some of them unable to speak.

Jimin slumped down the stairs, side-eyeing Taehyung before joining him on the couch. 

The younger brother wordlessly draped himself over Jimin’s lap. The elder lifted his arms to make room for him, then rested his hands on his back. 

He held his phone in one hand, distractedly swiping through some form of social media that could hardly hold his attention, the other busy playing with Taehyung’s hair.

Jungkook came downstairs next, a handheld gaming device in his hand. He spotted the two and situated himself on the other side of Jimin, making himself comfortable on the couch.

And so it went for the next several minutes; one by one, the brothers, previously scattered in several different locations in the house, started to drift to one another.

Hoseok and Yoongi padded downstairs, dejected frowns prominent on their face. They seated themselves on one of the settees across from their younger siblings, distracting themselves with their phones.

Seokjin came downstairs next, his brows furrowed in silent annoyance. He glanced at the living room, then the kitchen, then back to the living room. 

With his shoulders hunched, he ignored his original path and joined them. He picked up a book next to the armchair, probably something discarded by one of his younger siblings, and flipped through the pages with a sigh.

Namjoon descended last, his jaw clenched in frustration, and glanced toward the living room with an icy stare. This look softened, however, when he saw his brothers.

They all looked up at him as he entered. 

Any and all animosity they may have had toward him for his actions, or lack thereof, disappeared after he had healed from Seokjin’s punishment. 

As such, when he joined the eldest on the other settee, the other felt no need to exchange words. He simply wrapped an arm around Namjoon and pulled the younger into his shoulder.

Why they were feeling so despondent, they weren’t sure. They had achieved every thing they aimed to. 

They kept you safe. 

They were days away from reprimanding the Augustuses. 

They had finally captured your attention in the way they aspired to, as well as received your genuine thanks and appreciation.

They had accomplished so much.

Yet they still did not have you or your love.

When the truth of that fact hit them, they could only seek comfort from the people who understood their longing the most.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable. They had the whistling wind outside, the soft pitter patter of the rain against the window, and the sound of each other’s breathing.

Nevertheless, as with all good things, the peace came to an end.

“I miss her.”

It was Jungkook who broke the quiet. 

He slowly lowered his gaming console, revealing his weary, brown doe eyes. “I really, really miss her.”

“Come now, Jungkook ah.” Seokjin started, using his practiced, light-hearted tone. “It’s only been a couple of days since we last saw her.”

Namjoon looked up at the eldest through his eyelashes, knowing just how skilled he was with comforting his siblings. For despite his playful tone, Seokjin’s hand trembled a bit where it rested on his shoulder.

“A couple of days too long.” Taehyung grumbled into Jimin’s lap. He lifted his head and turned it to the side, looking at the four sitting across from them. 

“I know we’ve asked this question too often, but how long are we going to have to wait until we have her by our side?” Jungkook continued, moving a piece of hair away from his eyes. 

Not for the first time, the room silenced at this question. 

Usually, Namjoon would be able to use his knowledge and confidence in the plan, his plan, to answer Jungkook’s question. 

That same confidence, however, had been thoroughly shattered after recent events. 

He’d learned his lesson well. 

“You’re impatient. That will only set us further back.” Yoongi answered for him, stating this in a calm, irrefutable tone. 

Namjoon had spent the past couple of hours wracking his brain to try and see where he went wrong.

All he’d wanted was for (Y/N) to choose them willingly. 

Forcing her into their arms would amount to nothing but pain. He could already picture both Jimin and Jungkook’s tears as they clung to each other while she endured her own form of punishment for speaking out against them.

As cruel as he knew he was, he wouldn’t wish that on their angel.

Not unless it was absolutely necessary.

Where did his options leave him, then? Leave them?

The seven sat in their melancholic state for a long while. It was rare moment whenever they were openly vulnerable with one another; still, they couldn’t help but blame themselves for the trials (Y/N) had been through.

They may as well have pushed her off Lorne’s Ledge themselves, and that tore at a piece of each of them.

Consoling one another with their presence, they fell into a contemplative stillness, ears tuned into the drumming of the rain against the window.

A violent chill ran through each of them, however, as their tranquility was shattered by the aggravated screams of a certain teenager, her voice ringing out from several floors below the main building of the Kim family estate.

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You sighed as you sat in your mother’s car, blearily looking at the trees whooshing by.

Your wrists and arms were free of their bandages, but your head and chest still needed to be covered and properly cared for. Your head would be healed in a couple more days, but your ribs needed weeks to heal, at most.

Your doctor and nurses were strangely protective of you, wanting to keep you for more time, but you insisted you felt well enough to leave–you had missed enough school and didn’t want to prolong the pure shit storm that would be your return to classes. 

Thus, the hospital discharged you.

When you handed in your papers, the people at the front desk surprised both you and your mother when they informed you that the bill was completely covered by the Kims.

After you left the hospital, she dropped Mana off at home, and the two of you entered for a short while to greet and catch up with their father.

You almost fell asleep at their house, but they gently shook you awake, claiming your mother had called for you and that it was time to leave.

Now, as you sat in the front seat, the heater was on low and blowing directly in your face, making you incredibly sleepy.

Considering how outside of having people come visit you, all you did was watch TV or sleep, your inner clock needed time to regulate itself on properly functioning in the day time once more.

Unfortunately, no one around you wanted to give you the time you needed.

“We could have come any other day, Mom.” You spoke softly, your voice a little raspy, eyes trailing a water droplet as it made its way down the windows and collected more of its friends. “They would absolutely understand if I wanted to take a day or two off to rest.”

Your mother had decided that a proper visit to the Kim mansion was in order to thank them.

Her fists were white as she clenched onto the steering wheel, and you weren’t sure whether it was due to fear or her own resolve. “And risk them calling us impertinent? Or claim that we took the small liberties and praise they gave us and ran with it? You don’t understand how these people work, (Y/N). I’m not taking any chances. I spoke with Mrs. Kim on the phone, and we’re fine to come over.”

“Ma, I’m tired,” you complained, borderline whining. “The other day, you were ready to sneak me out of town. Now you’re delivering me right to Kim Moonsik’s doorstep.”

“Sleep, then.” She deadpanned, decidedly ignoring the last part of your statement. “I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

“That’s nothing and you know it.” You muttered. “Besides, I don’t feel like making a habit of sleeping there. That’s already happened more than I wanted it to.”

She sighed. “Listen. I’ll handle talking to Mrs. Kim. After you say your thanks, I’ll ask her if you can excuse yourself to rest. She’s a kind woman, I’m sure she’ll have no problem with it. The visit will be over before you know it.”

She paused for a few seconds, then turned her head to look at you before going back to the road. “…What do you mean make a habit of sleeping there?”

You groaned, lightly hitting your head against the window. “Nothing.”

You couldn’t even bat an eye as she drove through the forest path, the ride so familiar to you now.

She approached the gate and pulled down the mirror above her head, re-checking her appearance. 

A few minutes later, Driver Bin appeared from the garage and opened the gate. 

She greeted him with a nod and smile as he did so, then drove into her usual spot.

You sighed again as she shut the car off and pressed your eyes closed before opening them again.

Hopefully, this visit would be a short one.

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Just as Namjoon was prepared to share his new thoughts with his brothers, he heard the tell-tale shuffling of a pair of slippers making their way down the stairs.

There was only one other person currently in the house, and she had been strictly ordered not to disturb them. 

Clearly, she wasn’t intent on heeding their words today.

The sight of her out the corner of his eye only made him angrier.

The nude slippers Mrs. Kim wore made them all think of your slippers at the door, discarded and untouched for at least a week and a half. As a result, it only made them feel worse.

Seokjin audibly clicked his tongue and Hoseok rolled his eyes.

Their moodiness combined with the sudden appearance of Mrs. Kim would only result in a vicious lashing out, and Namjoon didn’t have the energy to deal with that today.

There must’ve been a hell of an important issue for Eunbyul to be openly defying their instructions. 

Unfortunately, he couldn’t care enough at the moment.

Without another word, Namjoon rose from the settee and beelined for the hallway. 

When he reached the entrance, he met his brothers’ eyes and tilted his head in the direction of the room.

Jungkook followed him first, then Jimin and Taehyung, with Hoseok, Yoongi, and Seokjin coming last.

They crowded into the room where you had crashed your first visit there. 

The bed hadn’t been touched since, and Jungkook vaulted onto it, pressing his face into the pillow. Your smell was long-gone, but the memory of you being here made him smile.

Jimin and Taehyung immediately pounced on him, tickling him and trying to shove him out the way to get on the bed. He squawked in surprise and retaliated, and before long, the three were a pile of limbs and laughter on the bed.

The others watched them with small smiles, their mood having lightened considerably, just by being reminded of you.

Once they calmed down, the six turned to Namjoon with inquisitive stares.

“What is it that you were trying to tell us?” Hoseok asked, leaning up against the bedpost.

“I’ve been debating our options,” he stated, palms clasped in front of him as if he were giving a huge speech, “and I’ve come to the conclusion that there may need to be some adjustments made to the plan.”

Half of his brothers’ eyes narrowed and their other half rolled. Before they could erupt into arguments, he lifted his hands placatingly. “That’s a strong hypothetical. However, it should not be discarded as an option.”

“The entire reason for making this plan was to find a way for (Y/N) to willingly choose us, yes?” Namjoon asked. They nodded curtly.

“Perhaps that was the mistake.” He said, his jaw clenching once more.

He went on to continue to explain his thought process and watched as realization dawned in each of his brothers’ eyes.

They continued their discussion for a while, but were interrupted when a soft knock sounded on the door.

The room silenced immediately and Namjoon’s frown deepened.

What did she not comprehend about leaving them to their own devices? Surely, this woman was not trying to end her life today? 

Yet, surprisingly, the knock sounded again.

Taehyung sneered at the door and Yoongi scowled in annoyance.

With a few quick steps, Namjoon swung the door open, prepared to end Eunbyul’s life right then and there, deal or no deal.

Imagine his surprise when he saw you, covered in bandages, standing behind the door.

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The moment Mrs. Kim opened the door, she cried out in shock.

Although she was very happy to see the both of you, she ushered you inside, barely giving you enough time to remove your shoes and toe on your nude pair of slides.

Finally, you and your mother were situated in the living room, and the both of you bowed to express your sincere thanks.

“The doctors at the hospital told us that you and Mr. Kim took care of (Y/N)’s hospital bill. I genuinely can’t thank you enough.” You and your mother lifted your heads.

As always, Mrs. Kim waved off her thanks with a soft grin of her own. “Absolutely no worries, (M/N). We should do all that we can in order to help each other.” She extended a hand out to you and you accepted it, carefully moving from the couch to join her on the settee.

She cradled your cheek in one hand, gazing down at you with a soft smile. “I’m just so grateful Taehyung found (Y/N) and brought her to you in time.”

You smiled slightly as you nodded in thanks.

There you sat, fiddling with your fingers on the couch as the older women spoke. You tuned in and out of their conversation, listening as your mom went over the list of your injuries and everything the doctors had to say. Mrs. Kim covered her mouth in shock, nodding along to every word. Now and then, she pressed you in her side and gently squeezed you in a sympathetic hug.

While you appreciated her and her concern, you felt just about ready to drop. For a moment, you feared that your mother wasn’t going to make good on her promise.

In that case, you would have no choice but to fall asleep on the couch, next to Mrs. Kim, right then and there, out of sheer spite.

Fortunately, your mother noticed the way you were rocking back and forth in your spot and asked if there was another place where you could get some rest.

Mrs. Kim smiled with a nod, pointing you in the direction of a familiar hallway. “We have a guest room available on the first floor. Please, feel free to recuperate there.”

“Do you want me to go with you, (Y/N)?” Your mother asked worriedly, putting her bag to the side. You shook your hands.

“It’s okay, I know the way. I’ll go. Thank you, I hope you both have a lovely chat.” You bowed slightly, then turned, waiting to succumb into the sweet, sweet arms of sleep.

When you arrived at the door, however, it was closed.

Well then.

You couldn’t go around the Kim mansion opening doors as though you lived there. 

So you knocked.

Silence.

You waited for a bit and knocked again, eagerly hoping that the room was empty.

Then, just as you went to turn the knob, the door swung open, and you were met with the irate gaze of Kim Namjoon.

He was not the only one, either. For whatever reason, all seven brothers were stationed at different points in the room.

And they all looked furious.

You jerked your hand back away from the door and stepped back, cursing yourself in your head for being so stupid.

Clearly, you nearly walked in on an important, highly personal meeting.

“I’m sorry-”

You should’ve just fallen asleep in the living room.

The moment Namjoon laid eyes on you, however, his gaze softened. “(Y/N)?”

“(Y/N)?” Several rounds of your name sounded out from behind the door and Namjoon stepped back, giving you room to enter.

You peeked inside.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook waved at you excitedly from the bed, trapped in an awkward pile of limbs.

Jin and Yoongi grinned from their armchairs, and Hoseok winked at you from his position leaning against the bedpost.

…Where had all of their hostility gone?

“We didn’t know you were coming over, (Y/N)!” Jungkook cheered. “You should have told us in advance, we could have prepared a bunch of fun stuff for you!”

Jimin, on the other hand, de-tangled himself from his siblings. “What are you doing out of bed?” He asked incredulously. “You’re still covered in bandages–come in, come in!”

He took you by the fingers rather than your injured wrist and gently tugged you inside the room. The moment you were across the threshold, Namjoon closed the door once more.

You smiled at all of them, relieved by the fact that they didn’t seem to be mad at you.

Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook swore they felt something inside of them melt at that moment, relieved by the fact that you were still showing them a genuine smile.

Jin, Yoongi, and Hoseok couldn’t seem to take their eyes off you–specifically, off the jewelry that you still wore.

“Yeah, I just got discharged from the hospital,” you said, following Jimin’s lead to perch on the bed. Taehyung and Jungkook scrambled back to comfortably leave you enough room. “After my mom dropped Mana off at home, we headed here to thank you. For finding and saving me, and for footing the bill.”

“I told you, you don’t need to thank us for little things like that, (Y/N).” Taehyung said. “We’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

His words were followed by a chorus of agreements and you ducked your head in a nod. 

Little things? 

You laughed a bit. “Still, I really appreciate it. I really appreciate all of you for everything you’ve done.”

Rather than the angry, intimidating bunch they had appeared as before, the seven beamed in pride.

They were almost childlike. Your lip twitched at the thought.

The room stayed in a comfortable silence after the statement and you wanted to make yourself more comfortable on the bed. You tried to pull yourself up to the headboard in order to lean up against the pillows, but winced when your wrists throbbed in protest.

Jungkook saw your attempt and shook his head. “You shouldn’t be moving your wrists like that, you’ll hurt them further. Excuse me for a second-”

You yelped as he slid a hand under your back, lifting you and dropping you into your desired position.

“Thanks…” you laughed nervously, looking anywhere but at him.

Jin chuckled. “I think you should go back to the hospital and get some more rest, (Y/N). Your eyes have more bags than Yoongi’s.”

The second oldest made no comment as his brothers snickered. He simply crossed his arms, as if not owning up the statement but not outright denying it either.

You gave a chuckle of your own. “I know…my mother wanted to properly thank Mrs. Kim, though. I came in here to take a nap, but I didn’t know you’d all be here, too.”

“Don’t mind us!” Jimin cheered. “Please, sleep if you need to!”

“It’s not like you haven’t before, right?” Jungkook quipped.

Your mouth gaped open as five of them chuckled. Jin raised his eyebrows, looking at his brothers expectantly. 

“Her first time visiting the house, (Y/N) fell asleep in the car.” Namjoon explained before you could stop him.

The eldest two guffawed.

“It wasn’t that funny. I was really tired,” You spoke in your defense, pouting slightly at Jungkook. You teased him with your tone. “I can’t believe you would use that against me! I thought we were friends.”

His eyes widened and he turned to you, fearful that he did something wrong. “Of course we’re friends, (Y/N)! I didn’t mean it, I was just joking.”

You giggled slightly. “I was just joking too, Jungkook, no worries. Though…”

He tilted his head, waiting for the rest of your sentence.

“…If you want to make it up to me, how about we play some of those video games you suggested last time?” You smiled softly.

No sooner than the last part of the sentence left your mouth, Jungkook was up and racing out the room. You blinked, smiling at how excited he was.

Once Jungkook returned, the eight of you enjoyed the rest of your time together, playing video games well into the afternoon. 

You couldn’t get enough of how competitive they were, and you had all of them worried when you bent over in laughter, clutching your midsection from when Yoongi accidentally tipped the TV over, causing it to shut off in the middle of Jin’s game, and his resulting cry.

You hadn’t even realized it, but at some point in the late afternoon, your body gave out and you succumbed, falling asleep right on the bed. 

The boys tucked you under the blanket, endearing looks etched onto their faces.

Jimin’s heart nearly broke when it was time to wake you for dinner; you just didn’t want to get up. 

When you finally did, however, your confused, sleepy face and actions stole a piece of each of their hearts.

Eunbyul urged your mother into the kitchen and walked into the living room, cleaning up the seats a bit. She didn’t question anything when she saw the eight of you walk out from the hallway into the salon. 

For the first time in a week, none of the boys were threatening her with a glare or physical threat. She would relish in the moment as long as possible, even if it was at your expense.

And you were fine. How could you not be, when you had their protection?

You and your mother enjoyed a lovely homemade dinner at the Kim residence that night, one where the atmosphere was even better because Mayor Kim stayed overtime at work and wasn’t going to be able to make it.

By the time you climbed back into the passenger’s seat of your mother’s car, it was considerably late into the night. You tilted your head against the window, a small smile on your face.

Your mother examined your expression and put the car into drive, turning past the gate.

“So? Was it as bad as you thought?” She hummed.

You looked out the window, watching as the trees and their shadows whisked by.

“No, Mom. I actually don’t think it was.”

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Never had you started a Monday quite like this one.

The day you had been dreading finally arrived.

After nine days of bedrest, you were heading back into the battlefield, but not as a normal, respected citizen. 

This time, you were coming back as a living example. The latest Chance Pierre, if you will, but with more drastic circumstances.

Inside, you felt horrible. Your head injury had healed over the weekend, but you still had hordes of bandages wrapped around your midsection, hidden by your uniform shirt and a practical school-issued crewneck.

As if your injuries weren’t enough to make you feel sick, today made one month since the last town meeting. This had no doubt felt like the longest month of your life, and the thought of seeing Mayor Kim and those bright, purple flames tonight, again, made you ill.

Nonetheless, that was a problem for later. Right now, you focused all your efforts on mentally preparing yourself for school.

People would look at you and wince, whispering about how lucky you were to have survived crossing paths with Aemilia Augustus herself.

You didn’t want their pity. You didn’t want their understanding. You just wanted to live life as you always had: by being invisible.

The smaller, more cynical part of yourself sneered inside you, chiming in that that would no longer be possible. 

You were determined to make it work all the same.

You waved goodbye to your mother, sighing as she pulled away from the curb. You had convinced her to drive in later than usual so as to avoid the rushing morning crowd. This left you standing all by yourself outside the tall, gray walls of the academy in the early morning.

You turned and looked at the squares of light the fluorescents inside cast onto the ashen concrete. With a heavy sigh, you shouldered your bag, lifted your head, and walked toward the entrance.

Right before you went to pull the door open, another hand grabbed yours and you jumped. You shifted to meet their gaze, only to find Jungkook, with a hesitant bunny smile on his face.

“Oh, Jungkook. You scared me,” You sighed in relief, giving him a small smile in return. “Good morning.”

“Morning, (Y/N).” He said, smile slipping as he took in your appearance. “…Are you alright?”

You nodded, taking your hand back. “I’m okay! I’m all cleared. Got approval from my doctors and everything. Still wearing some bandages, but I’ll be fine.”

“That’s great-”

“(Y/N)!”

Jungkook was interrupted by his older brother, running up to the two of you with a boxy grin on his face.

Taehyung looked as though he was going to tackle you in a hug, but then thought better of it and settled for ruffling your hair. “It’s good to see you around school again!”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

“Good morning, (Y/N)!” You heard a familiar voice say as he approached you from behind. You turned and greeted Jimin as well.

“Looks like the whole gang’s here,” you noted, craning your neck and spying Namjoon and Hoseok not too far behind him. “You’re all usually in the building by now—why are you walking in so late? Did something happen?”

“We had to take care of a couple things last minute.” Taehyung said coolly, throwing an arm over Jungkook’s shoulder. “Driver Bin just dropped us off.”

“(N/N)!”

Six heads whipped around at the voice and, in the small space between Hoseok and Namjoon in front of you, you saw Mana skipping up to you all.

They squirmed their way between the barrier the boys had managed to form and gently looped their right arm through your left. “Hey! Thank Wylynne you’re back, this week was so boring without you.”

Praise the moon goddess for your schedule-challenged best friend.

You smiled at them, nuzzling your nose into theirs. “You just didn’t have anyone to copy homework off of anymore, you don’t have to lie.”

They gasped at the accusation. “How could you say such a thing! It’s not my fault my seat mate isn’t as smart as you are.” You burst into laughter.

As they jokingly tore into you, they sent you a knowing look, subtly gesturing to the Kims.

You shared a quick glance with them, assuring Mana that you were fine.

You weren’t, but you would be. It was probably just the nerves.

Yes, you wanted to be a more open person around the Kims in thanks for all they’d done. That did not, however, mean that you or your feelings were suddenly going to change overnight.

It would be a struggle, no doubt, to suddenly open up to those who everyone  actively avoids away from, but you were determined to at least try.

You values are conflicting, the cynical part of you taunted once more. You can’t want to lay low and resume your normal life but simultaneously treat the Kims as friends. Look at where that got you before.

You shuddered, resisting the urge to smack your brain in order to get yourself to shut up.

Interestingly enough, the brothers were too busy sharing glances with one another to focus on the two of you. Their eyes glistened with something volatile, but one sharp look from the eldest and they got themselves under control.

Once your conversation ended, Namjoon opened the door and walked in, Hoseok following behind him. You intended to wait behind them with Mana, but Jimin took the door and held it open with a smile.

“By all means, best friends first.”

“Oh.”

What was that faint exploding sound in the back of your head?

Ah, right. 

It was the familiar, devastating sound of the end of your well-earned reputation and Ichabod Academy’s rumor mill detonating, all at once.

Here goes nothing.

“…Thanks.” You smiled at him and steeled your nerves, then entered the building.

Considering how close you were cutting it to class time, the hallways should have been empty. You should have been able to separate from Mana and the boys, make it to your locker, collect your books, and head to class without a problem.

That’s what should have happened.

Instead, a chilling sight greeted you once you stepped into the main corridor.

A crowd of students stood in front of the school bulletin board, looking at yet another missing poster.

What disturbed you, however, was the fact that it had your name and picture on it.

You took this in with a sharp breath.

Someone even went so far as to cross red x’s over your eyes.

You heard Mana mumbling curses under their breath, but you could hardly focus on them when, all of a sudden, hundreds of the student body’s eyes were on you.

You kept your eyes facing forward, even as you heard the start of those cursed whispers. If Mana heard anything especially unpleasant, they made sure to send the person a nasty scowl.

“She came back from the dead-!”

“They’re probably putting her on special watch for the ceremony.”

“How much do you want to bet that there won’t be much left of her after tonight?”

One look from the Kims, however, and the students silenced in a heartbeat.

Jimin stepped up on your right side, shielding you from their line of sight. He leaned toward you and quickly whispered into your ear:

“Don’t let them distract you, (Y/N). Compared to you, they are nothing.”

He gave you what you assumed was meant to be an assuring look.

Having your suspicions of Jimin and his brothers’ opinions of your peers being confirmed, however, did not work to calm you as he’d hoped. 

In fact, it only made you panic more, and rethink all of the decisions you’d made this weekend.

Nonetheless, you kept your expression blank and kept on walking.

Namjoon and Hoseok took the lead and, without missing a beat, you smoothly stepped forward with Jimin and Mana on either side, Jungkook and Taehyung taking up the rear.

All of a sudden, you were brought back to the feeling of walking to lunch with Jimin that day. The underlying power you felt as students rushed out of your way, communing with one another about you with their hands over their mouths. At the time, it’d been uncomfortable. Volatile. 

Now, however, you couldn’t feel anything. You shut down your senses, not wanting to pick up any of the social stressors the current situation was giving you, or anything any outsider would say about you, only for it to hang over your head for the rest of the day.

That small, cynical part of you returned, making you feel as though you’ve seen a formation like this before.

It wasn’t until you accidentally made eye contact with someone near the crowd of students, that you realized.

Brooklyn Hayes stood a little ways apart from the rest of the student body, Constance Pierre by her side. The blonde still looked slightly skittish, but much better now than she had in the weeks prior. Brooklyn raised an eyebrow at you, and you swore you saw the corner of her lip twitch at the irony of it all.

It wasn’t until you turned your head to the side and caught the gaze of Jimin, who smirked at you, that you felt it.

The hierarchy of Ichabod Academy was shifting.

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you open your new closet to see numerous short skirts/dresses/booty shorts/sheer tights/thigh highs and ask yan chrollo if he has a thing for thighs or something. he has the audacity to look you in the eye and claim he "hasn't the slightest clue what gave you that impression."

tw - non/con, manipulation, mentions of breeding, and unbalanced power dynamics.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's ecstatic the day his owner, Suguru, brings you home. He's the pinnacle of a spoiled pet, constantly showered in toys and treats and affection, but his owner's a busy man, and he tends to sulk when left home alone. He's had other companions before, another leopard hybrid who nearly killed him before being released back into the wild and a black panther who somehow proved to be a worse influence on Satoru than Satoru was on her, but you're supposed to be more permanent solution, another hosuepet to keep him company when Suguru can't. You're a sweet little housecat, all wide-eyes and raised ears, but still, Suguru wouldn't be surprised if you're begging to go back to the shelter less than an hour after meeting your new roommate.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who falls in love with you immediately. Suguru practically has to keep him in a chokehold while you explore your new home, eventually curling up on your new bed. Satoru's on top of you as soon as he gets loose, purring obnoxiously while he runs his bristled tongue over your cheek. Suguru's half-convinced that your first day's going to end with bloody claws and bandages, but you only nuzzle into his chest and knead at the blankets underneath you. Satoru's a difficult cat to put up with, and Suguru's relieved that you, at least, find him tolerable.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's absolutely massive compared to you. The tips of your pointed ears barely reach his collarbones, and your wrist is only as thick as his fluffy tail. His favorite hobby quickly becomes carrying you from room to room despite your softly mewled protests, and he's not happy unless he's pressed against you as closely as possible. He used to force himself into Suguru's lap whenever possible, but now, he's unbearable unless you're sitting pretty in his. He doesn't even complain when you lose your temper and dig your little fangs (barely half the size of his - a poor imitation of a real predator's) into his arm, just grinning as he tugs at your ears and pinches your cheeks. He's not exactly a wild animal, but he's still at the top of his food chain. You're not quite a mouse, but you might as well be, compared to him.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's calling you his mate after less than a full month. You don't know what it means, often parroting it back as more of a question than a term of endearment, and Suguru just brushes it off as Satoru being deliberately irritating. He keeps it up, though. even after you start refusing to respond to it.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who starts introducing you to new "games". You know you don't stand a chance against him, but somehow, he always manages to goad you into roughhousing, into squirming as he pins you under his full weight. He likes to dangle things above your head, to see how long it takes your instincts to get the best of you before your chest is pressed against his and you're pouting so adorably as you jump and bat at his hand. Sometimes, when you fall asleep mid-grooming session, he'll let his mouth wander lower than it should, and you'll wake up to his tongue lapping over your chest, his face buried between your thighs in a way that leaves you teary-eyed and warm. You've tried to tell Suguru, but you always get embarrassed and end up mumbling something as vague as 'Satoru's being mean to me, again.' In the end, Satoru only ever gets a slap on the wrist and a new reason to tease you, next time Suguru turns his back.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who fucks you whenever Suguru isn't home. He planned on waiting for your first heat (delayed by your shelter suppressants and the stress of a new home), and he knows he's not supposed to, but he just can't get enough of having your smaller body curled up underneath his, your tail thrashing from side to side as he lazily rolls his hips against yours. You tend to whine, at first, to go on and on about how weird it feels and how much it hurts, but as soon he gets his cock inside of you, all those complaints tend to go away. It's almost funny, how easily your stupid little kitty mind gets all hazy and cockdrunk. He always loves you, but he loves you most when you're drooling and purring for his cum, begging him to breed you properly between hitched moans.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's not even mad when Suguru catches him bouncing your half-conscious, fucked-out body on his cock. He wants to be the best possible mate for you, and he couldn't do that if he wasn't willing to show you off <3