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So. Life Is Strange. huh.

Like on one hand it’s immediately obvious that this is written by a completely different team with completely different priorities. The original game dealt with sexuality, vaguely and at arm’s length. Beyond The Storm is actually about it. Chloe is unambiguously gay this time. She has gay thoughts and gay feelings and does gay things for gay reasons. 

Deck Nine’s approach and execution here is just fundamentally better than Dontnod’s. It’s a better written game – more charming and more honest. And with the rewind mechanic gone, the narrative design gets to branch out into new interesting places. The backtalk system is fun, the conversations are more intricate and organic, there’s even a whole D&D game-within-a-game. It’s inventive and it shows a lot of craft.

BUT. I feel like the whole thing just can’t escape from the shadow of the first game. We know these characters will end up. Rachel Amber will die. She will be brutally butchered and left to rot in a dump. Chloe will die too, at least according to the clearly signalled “real ending” of the original. The romance, however well Deck Nine executes it, will inexorably lead to a shitty pointless bury-your-gays tragedy.

The sadness of Chloe being abandoned by Max pervades this game: the painfully one-sided text message chain, the journal entries, the way Chloe checks her mailbox every day for letters that we know will never come. If the events of Life Is Strange had “really happened” then all this would eventually be resolved by Max returning and rebuilding the relationship. But we know Chloe’s true fate: it’s to be shot to death in a bathroom, to die alone and unloved, to never know Max was sorry, to never be able to express her feelings and have them reciprocated, to never know what happened to Rachel, to never even believe that she deserved to be alive. It’s a fucking terrible and bleak end for that character, and every honest human moment in the prequel just makes it feel cheaper and emptier and more cruel.

There was a sucking empathy void at the heart of the original Life Is Strange, one that ultimately consumed everything good about that story. I hope it doesn’t consume this one as well.

some nice romance free keith and shiro headcanons

  • shiro was an avid couponer pre-kerberos and used to just give keith sandwich bags full of coupons to use “it’s a 7 boxes for three dollars special on hamburger helper” “shiro i hate hamburger helper”
  • keith is constantly constantly turning the light off when he leaves a room even though shiro is still in there
  • keith and shiro have lots of inside jokes because they knew each other pre-voltron 
  • they have a secret handshake but it’s really embarrassing and keith hates doing it - “you were stranded on an alien ship for a year how do you even remember this”
  • the only person allowed to touch keith’s hair is shiro when he does his patented dad hair ruffle™ 
  • shiro frequently and very loudly expresses his disapproval of keith living in a desert shack alone for a year- “you know because if you live in the desert by yourself like someone i know you might get stung by a scorpion and die like an asshole ” “just say my name shiro everyone knows you’re talking about me”
  • alien: insults shiro - keith: say that again you fucking punk i’ll rip your intestines out so what if you’re 9 feet tall and have laser eyes  - shiro: carrying keith away while keith continues to talk shit
  • shiro feels really shitty a lot of the time but he’s always trying to keep it together, keith knows better so he reminds shiro to get some rest and to eat and stuff 
  • shiro: i didn’t raise you to be this petty keith: actually you did
  • keith is constantly making jokes about not having a family and being an orphan because he Doesn’t Care but he lives for shiro’s scandalized expression
  • when shiro is really mad he calls keith by his first and last name and it instills fear into keith’s very bones
  • keith: roasts someone out of the blue shiro: i apologize on behalf of my son
  • keith is naturally a loner so the other paladins have fun a lot without him and shiro is always trying to get him to join them because he’s a really nice kid and he wants to see him be happy with friends
  • shiro is the only person who 100% knows about keith being autistic and he checks in with him to make sure he’s not overstimulated or on the verge of a meltdown/shutdown
  • shiro has blackmail on keith for embarrassing things he’s done 
  • one of the embarrassing things is crying at the lorax movie 
  • this is his secret weapon but keith never gives him a reason to use it
  • shiro goes out and yells at the others if they’re being too loud and he notices keith getting agitated 
  • shiro tried to do that thing with keith where you put cucumbers on your eyes to decrease puffiness but keith just. ate the cucumber slices.
  • *a really stressful day on the ship* keith: in a bad mood shiro: hands keith a snickers shiro: you’re not you when you’re hungry
  • sometimes when shiro is having a really bad day keith will hug him and he’s really bad at it it’s like having a suitcase placed on your back and it cheers shiro up because he knows keith doesn’t like hugging people or being Soft but he’s trying to make him feel better and shiro appreciates that
  • shiro: hey i saw you smile at lance earlier and-  keith: not. another. word.
  • sometimes keith falls asleep on the couch and shiro picks him up and brings him to his bed and tucks him in
  • shiro keeps trying to teach keith japanese and keith is like “for the last time no i have enough trouble with english” bonus: keith eventually picks up on a few phrases and says them without warning and it makes shiro So Happy
  • when someone says something ridiculous they give each other the Are You Fucking Serious stare
  • “you’re not my dad!” *dramatic gasp* “why did you all do that he’s literally not my dad.”
  • they play checkers a lot
  • keith: shiro i know bigfoot is real i know it shiro: i know buddy
  • shiro, putting a hand on each of keith’s shoulders: calm  
  • shiro: tells a joke keith: haha oh shiro you’re so funny someone else: tells the same joke keith: that was the worst joke i’ve ever heard
  • shiro tries to tell the group jokes and keith always ruins it because he calls out the punchline before anyone else has a chance because he’s heard him tell those jokes so many times
  • keith is constantly revealing minorly embarrassing things about shiro to the others - ”did you guys know shiro loves the song “never gonna give you up” - ”one time shiro bought ten pairs of crocs” - ”one time shiro literally slipped on a banana peel” - ”shiro knows every word of the hannah montana pilot” 
  • keith loves cats and back at the garrison shiro finds keith with like. 9 cats one day bc apparently they’re all his Children and he feeds them secretly and keith is like :0 bc he’s petting like all of the cats at once and shiro has Discovered him and they’re named things like mocha and tetris
  • every time keith backtalks shiro shiro goes “i can’t believe you’re doing this to the guy who brought you to see three days grace four times”
  • keith: kicks an alien’s ass  shiro internally: they grow up so fast
  • they argue a lot because shiro was raised to not wear shoes in the house and keith just. sleeps with his shoes on like a barbarian
  • shiro firmly believes hotdogs are sandwiches and it makes keith so mad one time shiro said that and he just got in his lion and left
just southern™ things

-the accent

-all’a’y’all, y’all’d’ve, combining those two somehow, and good luck trying to sound normal if the word has an I in it

-LAWD have MERcY 

-when you have non-southern friends who hear your accent for the first time and them telling you it’s cute

-everyone freaks out about looking nice for church

-that one part of your family that nobody likes bc they refuse to acknowledge ain’t is a word

-going up North and having your soul sucked out of you through the straw bc of the tea

-”Can I get a sweet tea?” “Oh do you mean iced tea (:”

-”get the groceries out of the buggy”

-when someone mentions how out it is outside and everyone is like “it’s one of them y a n k e e s”

-kids driving tractors on the roads

-”I have a job over the summer.” “Oh, cool! Where do you work?” “The tobacco fields.”

-When you live in a small town and the only restaurant around is fucking Bojangles

-When your blood pressure is low and you’re given sweet tea until you can get to food

-if you think there is enough sugar in the tea, you’re wrong. put more

-Potatoes are taters 

-”pull up yeR BRITCHES

-the teenage boys in highschool are always bragging about their coon hounds

-if you ain’t got moonshine are you even southern???

-Before he Cheats by Carrie Underwood

-When it snows all school is out for y e a r s

-don’t backtalk ya mama, ever

-^^southern wrath

-”I’ll pray for you!!!!!!”

-hurricane/tornado season

-if you don’t refer to elders as sir/ma’am be prepared for a speech

-everyone goes further south over the summer, think you can’t go anymore? wrong. keep going

-myrtle beach

-farms literally everywhere

-sitting outside with your family/friends in the evening listening to the crickets/bullfrogs/animals and smelling the honeysuckles as a soft breeze cools everything down

-^ while drinking tea

-homemade meals

feel free to add on

while performative activism is still A Force To Be Reckoned with, y’all need to stop yelling at kids who  are incapable of confronting their families’ bigotry. Like, some of these people could get kicked out by their parents for “backtalking”. Some kids live in abusive homes. Keep that in mind. Let them do their activism online if it is too dangerous for them irl.

Les Mis Professor Enjolras AU

So a little while ago I came up with the idea of Enjolras being an English Professor and being one of those professors that are really passionate about what they teach, but also one of those professors that has a significant other that their class is familiar with (when I was in middle school one of the teacher’s husband use to come in and bring her something she needed every few weeks and he always wore glasses and a hat when dropping stuff off so everyone would joke that he was her “boyfriend” because of how the outfit made him look so different). This is the first part of a long long series of headcanons so just you wait. Here are the first few!

•Enjolras begins teaching college students and is one of those intensely passionate professor but is also the youngest professor.

  • He teaches English and is always trying to inspire his students to stand up for what they believe in.
  • Enjolras has all his students call him “Mr. E” or something of the sort, because being called by his last name with the prefixes “Mr” and “Professor” made him uncomfortable and reminded him of his father.
  • He’s also got quick responses to the kids who backtalk cause his boyfriend has given him plenty of practice

•His students end up meeting Grantaire early on because R constantly stops in to bring his boyfriend coffee and stuff and then makes jokes to the classes and E doesn’t approve

  • It gets to the point where every time Grantaire enters the room, the members of whatever class E is teaching stand up with finger guns and go “AYYYYYYY”. Enjolras is not a fan of this practice.

•At Halloween E and R dress in matching costumes but E’s students don’t understand the costume at all until R comes in with one of those pumpkin lattes for his bf (because Enjolras is a basic white girl) and everyone is like “ohhhh” (Idk what the costumes would be but I thought it was a cute idea so send me ideas in my inbox)

•At like the end of November Enjolras mentions at the end of his class that Grantaire is gonna have his work in an art gallery for a week and he wanted E to find out if any of the students wanted to go to the opening night

  • Almost everyone shows up and they all giggle because almost all of the art is of Enjolras (obviously)
  • Enjolras smacks Grantaire’s arm (playfully) and is like “why did you only put up the ones of me you jerk, you have plenty of paintings of landscapes” and R is like “cause my paintings of you are my best work” and all the students go “awwww" E is just like “omg I hate you so much you’re such a cruel boyfriend”

•At the end of the semester E makes cookies for everyone and gives the students that aren’t taking classes with him the next semester little poems and they have a little class party

•At the start of the new semester R gets a habit of showing up at the end of E’s morning classes with a coffee for him and a sandwich bag at lunchtime on the days he doesn’t have to work himself

  • The newer students really enjoy the idea of a cute little artist guy popping in at the end of classes to bring his boyfriend a coffee because they’re adorable

•Valentine’s Day involves an elaborate scheme

  • Grantaire gets a bunch of paper hearts and writes down every memory related to Enjolras like “going to the first Les Amis meeting and practically dying” “whining to Courf about feelings” “painting you for the first time” “getting drunk with Éponine because pining” “taking you on the tour of favorite sites for our first date” “kissing in front of the Louvre” “Courf and Ferre’s wedding” “Trip to America” “Start of your new job”
  • The students in Enjolras’s first morning class put them up all around the room and pester Grantaire like crazy because it’s cute
  • Grantaire also gets those students to all sit at their desks and hold up letters that spell out “I love you, Enjolras”
  • R also stands in the back of the room with a rose in hiding
  • Enjolras walks into his classroom that morning and almost bursts into tears
  • R steps down with the rose and gives his boyfriend a kiss and everyone applauds because they’re adorable

•In March, Grantaire gets a letter in the mail and instantly runs to Enjolras once he reads it

  • Unfortunately Enjolras is teaching a class and R doesn’t want to interrupt his bf so he just bounces up and down outside the door waiting for the class to finish up
  • After a while a student raises his hand and goes to Enjolras “Hey Mr.E? Grantaire has been bouncing up and down outside the classroom door for like the last 10 minutes, I think he needs to talk to you”
  • Enjolras goes out of the room to his excited boyfriend and is shown a letter, reading that Grantaire got into a serious artist program that takes place in July and could be a big boost for him
  • E and R celebrate almost all night with Courf and Ferre and E definitely regrets it the next morning when he’s teaching an 8 am class with a hangover (He promises himself that he will never do that ever again)

•In April, Enjolras and his class study the Hunchback of Notre Dame (1. Because Victor Hugo and 2. Because Enjolras would love that book tbh) and so the class goes on a field trip to Notre Dame (since it’s only about a 20 minute walk from the school)

  • Grantaire goes with them because he knows Paris better than anyone and he’s spent lots of time at Notre Dame for inspiration
  • The kids are convinced it’s because Enjolras just wants an excuse to hang out with his boyfriend
  • Grantaire thinks it is too but doesn’t mention it
  • Enjolras wanted to see his boyfriend but also loves the fact that his boyfriend knew so much and loves watching him when he goes on about the stuff so he hopes his students enjoy it

•In May, before the end of the semester the college throws a big party/fair for all the students and also to raise funds for classes

  • R sets up a little station where he draws portraits of students while E sets up a table with buttons and pins you can buy
  • A couple students come up to them and ask them to tell the story of how they met. After 7 times, Enjolras puts out a sign saying their Love Story costs 5 bucks to listen to it

•While packing up his classroom some students stick around and chat with Enjolras

  • The students get all nosy and ask about E’s summer plans
  • “Since Grantaire got accepted to his program and will be gone for most of July, we’re planning on doing a lot of fun things together in June, also because it’s a big month for us because of our anniversary and my birthday”

•Once all the students leave Enjolras finishes his packing and waits for his boyfriend to come pick him up

  • Enjolras and Grantaire take the boxes out to the car and E ends up wrapping his arms around his boyfriend who says to him “I’m so glad you took this job, you’ve been really happy since”

EDIT: Originally I used Enjolras more as a first name than last name. I’ve since changed that after finding a first name that fits him well so “Enjolras has all his students call him […] ‘Professor Enjolras’ […] because being called by his last name made him uncomfortable” has been changed to fit the storyline better.

Wonder Boy-Auston Matthews

Originally posted by werenski

All right y’all, I got way way way more carried away with this than originally intended. Like this is borderline but totally not smut, ngl. There’s a lot of animosity between the reader and our boy Auston, so maybe prepare yourselves. Also, there isn’t really a happy ending, think 500 Days of Summer. But imo, this gets pretty hot, so sit back, relax, and I hope y’all enjoy my first official Auston Matthews imagine!

Anonymous said:  Can you do a steamy William Nylander or Auston Matthews one?

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“So are we gonna do this or not?” Auston Matthews stomped over and sat on my bed. I guessed that I had been stalling too long. The look in his eyes was menacing, and impatient. And he was very turned on, I could see that much. I guess it was the anticipation.

It was the first time Auston had been over to my apartment since we had agreed to a mutually beneficial friendship. It was puzzling that he was the one who proposed the arrangement; he could get laid anytime he wanted by anyone he desired. He was Auston Matthews, after all. But he had chosen me.

Maybe it was wrong of me to wonder why he was so resistant to any of my hesitant statements regarding the matter, to wonder why he didn’t want any commitment, to wonder if he had a similar relationship with anyone else. Maybe I was being paranoid that he deflected my questions about going out in public together-not as dates, I would always preface, but just to get to know each other-with confusion and harsh words. Maybe I was being irrational.

“Hold on, just… let me get a drink of something,” I said, rushing away from his fiery touch. I wasn’t in the right mindset to deal with him and his games; I needed a shot of something strong to shake me of my nerves.

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Meddling Maid(Namseok Threesome Smut)

So I had been experimenting with what I wanted to do with the final chapter of this. I came up with an idea from my good friend @silhouetted-beauty​ which you guys should check out her stories because her shit is amazing. This will be the last story it’s so hard to write aggressive things all the time haha but I hope you guys enjoy this. It also steamed off from a request @thegirlthatlikesasianboys​ made so I hope she of all people love the ending I put on this <3


Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N! Get in here right now!” Hoseok barked out causing you to jump to your feet and scramble into the front room. The short black French maid outfit that you had on was rising up your legs as you pressed your clasped fists against the front of your body below your stomach. “Why is this shelf not dusted?” Hoseok asked pointing ahead towards the shelf that had the TV in the middle of it. Looking back at the male who was half dressed in sweatpants and no shirt you shrugged your shoulders looking off.

“You didn’t tell me to dust it today..” You mumbled quietly.

“Do I always have to tell you what to do when you don’t listen anyway?” He asked causing your bottom lip to twitch.

“No.”

“No?” He asked you shifting his body on the couch causing you to grit your teeth before you gave him a hard smile your eyes resting on his.

“No sir.” You chirped lightly.

“You’re not cute Y/N get to dusting or I’m taking away your privilege to watch TV.” You opened your mouth to protest but the look in his eyes told you to just drop it and let it go like you had been doing for the past two weeks. As if things couldn’t get worse Namjoon unlocks the door walking in wearing matching sweat pants to what Hoseok had on with a black tank top and a beanie.

“Daddy is back.” He sang looking around the house.

“Actually, you’re mommy this week. And I’ve missed you. We both have.” Hoseok let his eyes roam down to his dick before he leaned up a bit to tug Namjoon into his arms. They shared a long kiss, Namjoon straddling Hoseok as they touched over each other’s body. Breaking the kiss Namjoon looked at you licking his lips. He had pity on you, that outfit wasn’t helping anything. But because Hoseok wanted it they both had to punish you and it was for a good reason, you broke a rule and you knew better than to disobey him.

“What are you looking at maid? You’re supposed to be cleaning and then off to bed.” Hoseok warned in a harsh tone.

“But you said I could watch TV!” You shouted at him stomping your foot. Hoseok glared at you trying to get up. Namjoon seeing this pushed the usual playful male down.

“Y/N just clean the front room up and I promise tomorrow I will let you watch all the TV in the world. You’ve been a very good girl.” He praised you as Hoseok slipped his hands under the male’s shirt pinching his nipples. Sighing you turned around grabbing the feather duster starting to dust the shelves starting with the bottom one moving up to the top. It was very hard for you to concentrate hearing such lewd seductive sounds coming from the men behind you, and once you heard the wet sounds and choking following you were walking to your room balling your first around the duster lightly slamming the door and plopping face first on your bed.

It had been two long weeks since Hoseok had popped up on you and Namjoon after you broke rules that was established. Hoseok was furious and you had never saw him so upset. He told you not only did you break his trust but you hurt him because he expected more from you. So, he banned you from all kinds of contact of sex. You weren’t allowed to spend much time outside of your room, you couldn’t have your stuffed animals that they won you at carnivals. Nothing. Not even your collars and you had to wear your maid outfit that they had brought you and clean up whatever it was they needed cleaning. It was torture! Because they still fucked each other, slept in the bed with each other they were happy while you were in misery. Frustrated many nights because you felt it was unfair. It was one rule and you were sure when they were on tour they were breaking rules or messing around with one another so why couldn’t you do it? Hearing both of them moan in the front room disturbing your thoughts only made you more upset to the point where angry tears were streaking down your face as you caved into sleep but not before promising yourself of revenge.


The next few days were the same, Hoseok treating you more like a friend then a lover not even sparing you glances. So, you slipped off your panties that Friday morning walking into the front room with your maid outfit on. The black skirt outlined with white fringes tight against your mid-thigh. Your top pressing tightly against your plump breast with the little ruffles accenting your skin. The collar having ribbons around your neck that you tied into a bow. White thigh highs clipped onto your garter you strode into the front room with a wide smile. Of course, Hoseok ignored you again burying his head in his phone. Instead of asking him what your task was for the day you walked towards the coffee table bending down to pick up the duster. Sweeping it across the books starting on the lowest shelf. Your ass sticking out as you bend over, heel slightly turning in the opposite direction to make your toes touch. Your arm reached out to dust along the clean shelf and you heard a slight choke of air from behind you causing instant gratification.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hoseok asked you causing you to look back at him tilting you head innocently.

“What do you mean sir?” You asked jutting out your lower lip making yourself innocent but nothing over the top because he would’ve saw through you.

“Where are your panties.” He asked you after a while. Namjoon made his way from the kitchen pausing in his tracks seeing the sight in front of him. His cock twitching at the sight of you bent over.  He had fucking missed your body everything about you, how you tasted and smelt. How you felt wrapped around him as he pulled your hair and marked your skin. He enjoyed Hoseok nonetheless but he knew the male was craving to have you again just as much as he was.

“You never said I had to wear panties sir. Therefore, when I got up I didn’t find it necessary to go the extra mile to put them on after sleeping in nothing last night. Smiling sweetly, you stood up straight dusting a few more parts of the shelf before going into the kitchen to clean, Hoseok reached up to grip at your wrist glaring up at you the lust slowly unraveling in his eyes making your body tremble.

“This isn’t over. K-“ Hoseok paused taking a deep breath through his nostrils swearing to himself he wouldn’t call you that again until you made up for what you did. “Y/N.” He said softly letting you go.

“Yes sir. I will enjoy the day when you actually talk to me.” Jerking your wrist of the way from him you walked past Namjoon who was dumbfounded holding a piece of toast.

That weekend it continued. The constant torture you gave to both males. Leaning over them to clean the counter or dropping things ‘accidentally’ so that you could bend over. Your favorite was cleaning the floor with a towel on your knees with your ass high in the air as you cleaned the stains up from the floor. Your backtalk had also gotten worse against Hoseok. Everyday Namjoon came home it was a different argument and it seemed to be blowing over for the both of you. He himself was guilty with getting in it and defending Hoseok causing you to tear up and turn away from him. He was bewildered and he didn’t know what to do but he knew the sex ban was affecting everyone in the house, not even hand jobs were enough to get him off. Growling as he rolled over from the couch glaring daggers at both you and Hoseok who were having a shouting match.

“I sweat if you talk to me like that I will take something else away!” Hoseok shouted his face red as he stood up.

“That’s all you ever do is take shit away! Let’s make it a hobby because you don’t fucking know me!”

“I know that you’re a spoiled ass little brat who needs to learn her place!”

“Oh yeah and what are you going to do to teach me that lesson? Touch me?! HEAVEN FORBID! Fuck you!” Namjoon felt his mouth drop open for what seemed the millionth time that week. The submissive little loving kitten they had was replaced by a fiery hungry lioness.

“Kitten.” Hoseok spoke after a while. His face unreadable but his eyes bearing into yours. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your legs instantly buckling from how he called out for you. “Bed.” He said simply. You didn’t trust it, but for some reason your feet was carrying you towards their bedroom without another argument. Your legs feeling like jelly with every step you took towards that direction. Crawling on the bed once you pushed the door open you were sitting on your ass waiting for him. Hoseok came into the room with Namjoon after some seconds shutting the door he eyed you rolling his head back.

“The sex ban is lifted.” Hoseok started and of course you perked up but the look on Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s face made your stomach sink once again.

“I’m very disappointed in you kitten. You keep breaking rules. And yes, trust me I know that Hoseok has been unfair but so have you. If you would just come and talk to us, open up we wouldn’t have to keep torturing you and ourselves. You don’t think we’ve seen how soaking wet your pussy is after you hear us have sex? Or how frustrated you get because you want to touch us.” Namjoon sighed softly.

“Or how I’ve heard you crying in that room every day this week?” Hoseok asked causing you to open your eyes wide because you couldn’t believe it. There was pain on his face that you noticed for the first time, and you opened your mouth to breath out an apology but he wasn’t taken it. “No, the only sounds I will hear from your mouth for the next few hours will be your cries of pleasure. You’re not allowed to say anything unless we ask you a question or you need to use your safe word.” When Hoseok said that you thought you were going to turn into a puddle of nothing. “Understood?” He asked you and taking a while to wrap your head around things you nodded slowly and he smiled stripping himself of his polo shirt. “Good kitten. Get into position, eyes down.” Getting off the bed you crawled on your hands and knees to rest in front of Hoseok your eyes cast downward on his feet because right now you weren’t allowed to see his face. “Strip.” Hoseok cooed and you nodded your head, hands trying to fidget to quickly take off the tight thin material leaving you in a white bra no panties and thigh highs pressed against your thighs. “Hands in front of you.” He instructed and you did so holding out your trembling limbs pressing them with your closed fists face up wrists side by side.

“Good girl.” Hoseok cooed out reaching a hand down to undo your ponytail ruffling your hair. Namjoon moved from the closet, walking up behind you he tied a black blindfold around your eyes making sure it was secure, soon he was wrapping his arms around your waist to tie your hands together with a silk ribbon making sure that your hands were bound together. He kissed under your ear against one of your favorite spots biting on your ear gently. Namjoon moved back from your body going to strip himself of his shirt and his pants. He moved back into the closet grabbing at the camera and the camera stand setting it up and the end of the bed. He made sure that it was angled good enough to see the bed and you right now on the floor fidgeting and moving in front of Hoseok who was watching you with a soft smile. Namjoon felt some relief in his body, the tension rolling off his shoulders as he moved to sit down in the chair to watch you all and enjoy the show.

“Do you have any idea of how much I want to do to you? How I want to ruin that little pussy?” Hoseok asked you threading his fingers into your hair pulling back gently. “How much I just want to paint your body with bruises and my cum? I get to mark you all day as my dirty little slut and you’re going to take everything I give you. Every kiss. Every touch. Every inch.” Hoseok growled as he crashed his lips against yours taking your breath away. You kissed him back letting him take over, his lips moving against yours marking the plump flesh. His teeth were clamping down onto your bottom lip his tongue moving to swipe across your bottom lip. Your mouth opened and he eagerly shoved his tongue into your mouth. Licking and sucking onto every ounce of your mouth, over your teeth and the roof of your mouth over your tongue swirling it with his and pushing it as if he was trying to shove it down your throat. His other hand moved to grip at your breast holding it in his hand. Moving to massage it up and down your skin that was getting hot and littered with goosebumps as your body was embraced by the warm feeling. Hoseok slid his hand down from your breast to hook it under your ass lifting you up he walked you to the bed his lips still entangled with yours. Throwing you onto the bed he looked down at your body naked before him. He smirked moving you until you were in front of the camera feet pressing down against the edge of the bed and your ass pressing against the middle. “I want you to touch yourself for us. If you want to cum I think you will be a good girl yes?” Hoseok asked trailing his long fingers up and down your parted thighs.

Nervously you swallowed nodding your head. Your hands drifted down towards your crotch, it was a bit hard to move your wrist because of the material that was biding your wrist together but regardless you slowly started to stroke your clit throwing your head back as you moaned for them. Your heart rate was speeding up as your middle finger was circling around your clit but it wasn’t enough and you knew they knew that because you used to always get frustrated whenever they would come home throwing fits when you just wanted them to finger you and make you cum. Poking out your lower lip you slid your middle finger inside of you, moving your hips up against your finger. Your breast pressed together as your body sped up trying to feel more friction. Trying to slid your fingers deeper your anger started to rise a growl ripping from your throat.

“If you can’t even be a good girl and fuck yourself why would you disobey us? You know that we are always more than ready to fuck you until you’re begging for mercy.” Namjoon stated flicking his tongue along his lower lip wetting it. The sight before him turning him on and making him realize how needy he actually was for you with how his member throbbed in his pants. Hoseok could also feel all the blood rushing south and more than anything he had just wanted to touch you. He needed you no toys no anything just you.

“Y/N. You’re so lucky I have no patience because I was going to tear you apart until you were sobbing. Now I just want to be inside of you.” Hoseok tore your fingers from your heat licking across your soaked fingers to clean them. Namjoon leaning forward to dart his tongue along the insides of your spread thighs moaning at the soft skin that was meeting his tongue. He marked hickeys all over your parted thighs, your legs trembling from the feeling of his plump lips on your skin. Hoseok pressed your bound hands back against the mattress leaning down to part your lips with one of his hands his tongue licked from your slit to your clit. Crying out you arched your back from the jolt that shook your body. Hoseok smirked, he loved those reactions you gave whenever he was going down on you, his tongue flicking and circling around your pink bud before he was enclosing his tongue around it sucking on it. Namjoon crept closer until his tongue was sliding inside of your pussy. Your mouth fell open as you fist at the sheets above your head. Both males using their tongues to elicit a different reaction from you. Hoseok kissed up your body to your breast pressing his lips around your left nipple. Sucking on it, he let his first and middle finger rub at your clit side to side at a fast pace as Namjoon took the liberty to press his tongue all around the insides of your walls. Whimpering against the bed your hips bucked up, your hands itching for more contact.

“Daddy Hoseok. Please let me touch you.” It was the way you called his name that had him growling and nodding against your skin signaling for you to do so. Hands moving to tangle in his hair you felt as he slid his tongue all over your body as to remind himself how every single part of you tasted. He bit softly onto your stomach crawling his lips back up to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Are you going to be a good girl and give your cum to daddy Namjoon? He really wants to taste your sweet juices. I bet your tight pussy wrapped around his tongue so good, didn’t it? Almost like our first time.” Hoseok chuckled lightly, pressing wet kisses against your skin. His words mixing in with his actions and the curving of Namjoon’s tongue how he flicked it rapidly against your spot had you releasing on his tongue your hips trying to thrash around the bed, lips parted as a cry escaped from them. Both males helped you ride out your orgasm until you were still jerking your hips every now and then still sensitive from the oral.

“I think she is ready to take us.” Namjoon stated once he pulled back from your pussy to wipe off his lips and chin. Hoseok nodded his head as both of them stripped down until everyone in the room was bear. Hoseok took off your blindfold and Namjoon moved to pick you up for him.  Hoseok walked in front of you, his eyes locking on your eyes. He lifted up your arms to wrap around his head, his hands going to grip at your hips, he lifted you up aligning your heat with his shaft. Pressing his forehead against yours Hoseok slowly sunk himself into you burying himself deep inside of you. Both of you groaning and slight whimpers left your lips as your hands played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He held you down on his shaft for a bit listening to your little pain sounds his lips found yours as he tried his best to kiss away the pain, despite being upset with your stubbornness he couldn’t help but love you and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Waiting for you to signal him so he could move he was content with just kissing you. But once you gave him the ok he wasted no time slamming himself inside of you to stretch you back out for him. He pulled back from the kiss to give a husky moan of your name, the lust falling off of the way he said it. He bit on your bottom lip sucking on the flesh as he motioned with two fingers for Namjoon to come forward. Namjoon had been enjoying the show stroking off his slicked member as he watched you too indulge in one another. Namjoon aligned his member with your puckered asshole, Hoseok moving his hands to spread your cheeks wide for him. Namjoon grit his teeth, he knew you would be in some pain so he tried to get it over with. Slowly sliding inside of you he listened to you cry out, he was hesitant about to pull out when you objected telling him you wanted it to hurt and in his mind technically it still was punishment. Giving into your demand he slammed his hips forward until he was buried inside of you. Both males stopped moving, Namjoon’s fingers came around your waist to circle against your clit calming you down a bit. They both whispered sweet words and dirty little sayings into your ear getting you to relax for them to move. Standing up made it a little better, you knew if you would have been laying down you would’ve had to stop. Nodding your head, you gave a hard clench around both men who took that as an okay to keep going. They set a rhythm when Namjoon pulled out so would Hoseok both men gripping your body and slamming into you at the same time. Choked cries left your lips as you took the rough thrusting, different nail markings in your body that you knew would make you sore for sure. Your hips couldn’t move between the two so you just enjoyed it, your eyes drifting shut as you listened to the heavy breaths each male took or how they silently muttered your name followed by strings of curses. You kept tightening around them both, trying to contribute to their pleasure in some way, Namjoon went back to rubbing your clit while Hoseok aimed for your spot fucking you as hard as he could. It didn’t take long for the combination to have you sobbing and begging for release, and this time around you waited until you were given a yes before you started to cum for the both of them. Namjoon was the next one to spill his cum milking your tight asshole as he gave you every last drop a lot coming out of his member. Hoseok kept it up, not wanting to cum because he loved the feeling of being buried deep inside of you. Your head rolling forward to rest on his shoulder you held him trying to bounce yourself on him and it was your turn to mutter sweet nothings in his ear causing him to groan and give into you. He spilled his cum inside of you, his legs shaking as he held you up. Namjoon slipped out of you going to get a towel from the bathroom and Hoseok carried you to the bed sliding out of you. You felt sore and empty put content, letting Namjoon wipe you off you reached blindly for Hoseok who pulled you into your chest rubbing his hands up and down your thighs to aid the throbbing. Namjoon soon joined you both on the bed doing the same thing causing you to pass out from contentment and exhaustion.

“"May your scent be hidden from the Templar’s dogs.“

Upon meeting Knight-Captain Faulkner and her troupe of mages, it certainly became clear how this apostate mantra came to be. Each mage wore a mabari snarl mask–covering the nose to the chin–which, except during moments away from public eye, the mages were prohibited from removing. The mask itself is a rigid piece effectively pushing the mage’s jaw shut (without compromising breath) to discourage distracting speech during excursions or–as one can assume–backtalk. Some masks, I am told, include a mouthpiece and are reserved for the unrulier trainees.

The masks’ design has been protested by many to be physical reminder of the imbalance of power between the Templar Order and their recruited mages; Circle mages are appalled at the blatant imagery while apostates are inflamed by the degrading nature of it. It is unclear what Templar mages themselves think about it, as they were not allowed to remove the masks in my presence.”

–From In Pursuit of Knowledge: The Travels of a Chantry Scholar, by Brother Genitivi