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narrators-journal · 1 year ago

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A wolf in sheep's clothing

I feel so bad for the asker on Ao3 lol. This one took me so fuckin' long to settle on an idea for, and on top of that, I struggled to write Akechi for some reason?? I dunno why, but he feels iffy here, as does Akira, but I need this little beastie out of my to-do's lol. I hope you enjoy regardless!

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CW: Very mild. It's mostly just spanking. Semi-public if you squint, as well as dubcon, but I just let this be a simple tease rather than a whole thing.

Being who he was, Goro Akechi was essentially the king of the metaverse. Soaked deep into the collective consciousness of the public, he could reach the devil for tea, and with the experience he had in palaces, helping with Sae’s casino was a cake walk. Even if he was limited to solely using Robinhood so as to not give himself away.

So, something as simple as breaking in after an expedition onto the game floor with the phantom thieves was meant to be quick, efficient, and utterly safe.

Yet...Loki still whispered in the back of his mind, “Maybe stick to robinhood. Kurusu seems like the type to explore on his own as well, and we wouldn’t want him of all people catching you.” “What would that do, though? I have a mask that hides my entire face in my other costume. All he’d see is a weird bird looking thing.” Akechi snorted, even as he worked his way through the more industrial-looking, less populated corridors of the palace. Not bothering keeping an eye out for shadows as he went. “Because I asked nicely. Just for the attitude, even if you DO try to call on me, I’m not coming out.” The bull huffed, and while Akechi was at least 60% sure his persona couldn’t disobey a summon, the petty threat still got his scarlet eyes to roll.

Loki was a bit favored, the brunette didn’t need to be the second coming of the detective prince to know that he preferred a persona more aligned with his true intentions and work than a sterile, goody-goody version. So, he could also admit to himself that his slight favoritism may have spoiled the demonic bull a tad. Leading to his ungodly annoying streaks.

But, regardless of Loki’s snobby power plays, or whatever weird bullshit was putting the monster on edge, Akechi did as he was told and kept to his princely, white-and-red costume with the embarrassingly long-nosed mask while he was studying the layout of Sae’s warped area.

The main floors had instantly been off of the table since he’d scoped the place out the first time. Simply too crowded and normal for him to be able to sneak away from the thieves if needbe, even with the distracting dance of lights and cacophony of sounds. So, that left the detective with the less guest-facing areas if he wanted any potential escape routes or stealth openings.

So, he took his time in his recon. Taking long moments to study any possible network of ventsilation shafts or hallways for a way to swing killing Joker without getting caught. Any shadow that dared to bug him simply got skewered by Robin’s arrows.

However, Akechi was prepared for a confrontation, even if it was with a phantom thief. What he wasn’t prepared for was to crawl halfway into a vent to peer down into the never-ending maw of cold metal, and hear the motor of a door or gate shutting. “Oh what the- AH!” In a matter of seconds, the great second coming of the detective prince...was trapped under a shockingly heavy metal gate. And, while Loki didn’t actually say anything, Akechi could feel the smug ‘I told you so’ rattling around his own head. “this is utterly fine.” He huffed out, planting the palms of his hands on the metal walls and trying to pull himself forward. “This is. Fucking fine.” Yet, much to his annoyance, the belt of his pants was too fat to fit under the garage door trying to seal the vent. “All I did was trip a single alarm. The gate’s not even crushing me, this is manageable.” “Are you sure about that, Crow? You seem kind of stuck from this side.” A new voice echoed through the metal.

The sudden addition of Joker registering to the brunette damn near took the man out like an almighty attack. Loki you slut, did you know about that horrid little bastard following us?! He internally snarled at his persona, simply getting a petulant “Humph!” As his response. Which was all he needed to know that he’d fist fight his own monster later. “Uh, I-I’m pretty sure, Joker. What the hell are you even doing here though?” He asked aloud, doing his best to seem properly confused and embarrassed rather than kick Akira in the nuts for existing. “I came back to see if I could use our game card to get extra coins. Since I couldn’t do much else and didn’t want to sleep...what are you doing here though? It’s, like, midnight in reality.” He pointed out, making Akechi chuckle slightly, “Ah, well...I was simply trying to get the lay of the land in here. Try to find the treasure room, or any keys and see if I could map it out for when we returned.” Relying on a softened truth and his natural bruised ego to sell it. Which, only got him a long moment of silence from the leader of the phantom thieves.

Then, that pesky road block of thick leather was abruptly yanked down. ”E-Excuse me?!” He snarled, his mask gone, his face red, and his teeth bared when he turned his head as best the vent would allow, to glare at the opening of lighting his body beneath the stubborn gate created. “Oh shit, I...I’m sorry.” Akira squeaked, that blood-boiling confidence gone just as fast as Akechi’s sugary tone was. That smooth voice suddenly uneven from the shot of flustered shame surrounding each stuttered word.

Yet, Akira didn’t pull Akechi’s snowy white pants back up, or pried that stupid gate back up. He instead simply sat there. Probably staring at the pale skin of the detective’s ass with that deer-in-the-headlights fear that Akechi had seen when they’d first run into eachother. What a dumbass. I’m going to fucking flay you, now. “Kurusu, you dumb fuck, fix-” His venom was cut short when he felt the sudden and sharp sting of a strike to his ass.

He’d been fucking spanked.

Not entirely intentionally, it seeemed. Judging from the awkward stretch of painful, silent seconds that followed. Nothing but whatever movement could seep into Akechi’s metal prison bouncing off of the vent walls, and Akira’s horror mixing with the detective’s surprise like paint in water. At least, until a switch seemed to flip in the phantom thief.

The awkwardness and impulsivity gone for a dark giggle instead. A sound far more fitting for his rather low voice, and one that sent a slight buzz into Akechi’s blood that mingled with the lingering tinge of pain from Akira’s strike. “Kurusu.” The detective prince tried, keeping his voice calm, and slow like he was talking to a nervous animal instead of a hormonal teenager seemingly slipping into some repressed fuckery. Or, perhaps those were both appropriate situations for that method. “Please pull my pants back up. And let me out of this vent.”

Another stretch of silence followed that… ”what if...I don’t though?” Holy shit.

Now, normally, Akechi would’ve summoned Loki the second his pants were fucked with. But, while he was slowly growing freaked out by Akira’s abrupt shift in personality, there was a voice within that was just barely louder than that anxiety. A dark, curious voice suggesting, Maybe, just maybe. We can hold off for a bit longer. See if we can talk our way out of it...or if it just takes a fun turn. With such impregnable reason, the brunette found he couldn’t quite muster the will it took to bring the demonic bull out. “W-why exactly do you prefer me stuck halfway into a vent?” He asked instead, only getting another smack to his ass cheek, and another ripple of conflicting pleasure and pain into his half-stiff cock. “I’m not sure,” Akira admitted the curious edge Akechi could just hear through the metal of the vents and the morbid darkness of the man’s words encouraging him. “I sort of pulled your pants down on impulse...but now I...dunno, just kind of enjoy this.” He continued, smacking the detective’s ass again to earn a hiss and a wince. That fucking gate throwing an unwanted dose of aching into the equation, but the thought of Akira possibly turning evil was...hot.

Letting out a slow breath, Akechi pushed that discovery down. Trying again, this time with more sugar in his words, “U-um, well if you simply want to hook up with me, this is...a sketchy way to make that known, y'know.” Which, got him another harsher strike to the ass.

At that point, his rear end stung like a horde of angry wasps, but the pain of the impact of Akira’s hand on his ass continued to radiate a delicious warmth throughout his body as well. “Y’know, I’m half tempted to tell the others your ass got stuck~” the phantom thief warned, almost purring with an evil energy bleeding from his words that sent another trickle of lewd excitement down Akechi’s spine despite the escalation. “Maybe I could let Ryuji and Yusuke take turns with you. I think it would be kind of nice to see such a pristine goody-two-shoes defiled in such a fun way.” He continued, his warm hand suddenly gentle as it lovingly rubbed the burning out of Akechi’s skin. Only feeding the heat that had his dick twitching. “That would be a crime, dumbass. Would you really want to add sexual assault to your record?” The detective snapped out, only to get a harsher slap to the cheek of his ass. “Maybe I’ll just assault you, then leave you for a fucking shadow to kill. How about that instead?” He shot back, and while Akechi knew that Akira was far from the type to even carry through on the first half, the way his voice dropped further into a venomous malice made his heart skip a beat as much as it made his dick twitch against the metal of the partially-shuddered vent. What in god’s name am I into? But, that thought was not one he wanted to ponder when he was stuck beneath a mall store’s shudder, on his knees, with his pants falling around his knees and a possibly twisted phantom thief making threats. So, he shook his head a bit and recomposed his social mask once again. ”Look, could you just...maybe pry the vent door open so I could get out? We can both just forget this entire situation. I’ll forget you pulling my pants down, and talking about killing me, you forget about me being stuck in a vent like a dumbass and my threat to report you.” A moment of silence followed his words yet again. Foreboding, but there was also a beam of hope for his dignity still.

Then, with a sigh that was nearly inaudible through the metal of the ventilation system, Akira pulled Akechi’s pants back up. Which, the detective prince took as agreement, so when Joker finally got the metal gate back up enough so that Akechi could worm his way free, he said nothing but a prim “Thank you, Joker.” and left it at that. Both men simply leaving that entire encounter at that vent opening and just leaving the palace in their own, separate ways. Not a further word between them, and the air around them a noxious mix of cold and awkward.

”Well, that was enlightening.” Loki chuckled when the two persona users had parted in those quiet hallways, but Akechi ignored any teasing from that motherfucker. He didn’t need a magical monster to state how mixed up and confused he was. Both at how such a sketchy encounter left him with a boner, and how Akira had it in him to stoop so low on...apparently impulse.

So many questions. No more time.

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narrators-journal · 1 year ago

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Shuake with 14 for kinktober plz?

Ayyyyy, this was another fun one! Especially since you specified SHUAKE, which, if I remember right, is their ship with Akira as the top? Don’t quote me on that, lol. It was a nice lil shift from what I expected, and I had a ton of fun writing this for you <3 I hope you enjoy dude!

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CW: Shibari, they make a sex tape lol, vibrators, spanking, that should be it!

“Say please, Akechi.” Akira sang, adjusting their video camera’s focus. Bringing clarity to the sight of the gorgeous brunette sitting on their bedroom floor in little else but red shibari rope with his hands bound and a toy buzzing without end in his ass. “Fuck you.” He spat, his cheeks as red as the ropes crisscrossing artfully across his scarred skin, but his venom only made his husband laugh more and tut in disappointment. “Now, now, honey. You have to be nice, or else I won’t take that vibrator out.” The darker-haired man chided, grinning in return when Akechi curled his lip at him for his playful threat. But, with a click of a remote and a more forceful growl of the toy, Akechi’s snarl turned into an annoyed groan. “Please! God damn it, Akira. Please!” He snapped out, grinding his hips down as best he could to try and sate the wildfire burning his skin. Just like the ex-phantom thief wanted.

So, with a sweet smile, the nude, ebony-haired man strolled over to his husband, all but flaunting his own erection before crouching down in front of the panting brunette to pull him into a kiss by the ropes he’d decorated his body with. Letting out his own moan as their tongues danced and Akechi bit at his bottom lip in some small vengeance. A vengeance Akira allowed as he put his arms around the detective while also situating himself in the brunette’s lap.

Breaking the kiss, Akira tilted his head and let his husband bite and kiss at the tender skin of his neck. Littering his throat with hickeys and love bites while Akira pressed his hips down against Akechi’s throbbing erection.

“You’re such a prick…” Akechi panted, his hot breaths puffing against his husband’s skin, his lips pausing their attack again to let out a groan at the friction he undoubtedly craved. However, when he began humping up into the ex-thief’s teasing, Akira lifted himself up onto his knees, well away from his spouse’s groin. “If I’m such a prick, why did you marry me, Goro? Hm?” He challenged smugly, cupping the man’s cheek with one hand to lift his chin to show his spouse the golden band adorning his finger like a snobby brat rubbing in a prize. His blood simmering at the snarl his husband gave at the reminder. “I’m starting to regret it.” He spat, his mahogany eyes drifting more into red as Akira rolled his own charcoal orbs. “I’m sure you are, honey. You can sign the divorce papers when you’re done cumming, how about that?” Akira joked, standing up properly after that to tug Akechi down so that he lay face down on the carpet.

Not mentioning the brunette instinctively shifting to have his plump ass in the air, ready to be fucked, Akira carefully left a scratch from the middle of his husband’s back to the ass cheek the ex-thief proceeded to slap for the sheer sake of the indignant, “Hey!” It would get. Only for the complaints to die out into more needy moans when he pulled the vibrating toy halfway out and slowly slid it back in. Holding it there for a few seconds to watch his tied-up lover squirm.

However, after a little bit, he took mercy on the brunette and pulled the toy out. Much to the relief of Akechi. At least, until Akira reached down to stroke his stiff dick. Painfully slow and teasing to pull out more of the detective’s soft, hissed-out moans and whines. “Akira, will you fucking stop already?” The man panted, laying with his cheek pressed to their bedroom carpeting so his warm brown eyes could slightly glare at the ebony-haired man stroking his length lazily. Humming at his plea, he took his sweet time to continue toying with the man for as long as he could before he gave a sweet smile, finally letting him go. However, all he really did was switch to another method to stoke the flames of lust that lapped at his husband’s scarred skin. “You know I love you, right?” Akira hummed, running his palms along Akechi’s sides and down his thighs as he spoke. “I know...” Akechi huffed in response, letting out a slow breath and tugging again at the ropes that restrained his arms as his darker-haired lover continued to feel over his body and trace the myriad of pale scars that littered his figure while he hummed happily.

Pausing his tender touches to apply a bit of lube to his own erection so he could grind into his husband’s ass, drawing out a sighed moan before he finally pushed into Akechi’s warm hole. Almost immediately moaning when Akechi squeezed his cock as he buried himself down to the hilt. Relishing the fluttering, squeezing warmth around him for a few heartbeats before, finally, beginning to move.

Punctuating each quick thrust with the slap of his hips against his husband’s ass, each moan the brunette let out adding gas to the embers in his belly. Especially the abrupt yelp the tied-up man let out when Akira brought his hand harshly down upon his ass. The ex-thief smirking and doing it again to get a small, slightly pained moan.

“Do you feel good, hon?” He hummed, keeping up the deep thrusts into his husband’s ass as he spoke, slapping his ass once more when the brunette didn’t answer. “Come on, Goro~ Tell the camera how good you feel.~” He prompted again, getting a growl, that time. “F-fuck you...just keep going.” Akechi snapped, wincing a bit when that just got another blow to his ass cheek as Akira slammed into him. “Say it, or I’ll stop fucking you, and I’ll just let you finish on that toy.” He warned, Akechi snarling back, “Don’t you dare.” Through the moans Akira’s continued thrusts got. Akira moaned at the hostile desperation in his words, letting it encourage him. “Then tell the camera how good I make you feel.”

That only got another growl from the detective. The sound increasing when the ravenette stopped his movements entirely. Forcing him to boil in his lust, his warm eyes drifting back into crimson hues more and more the longer Akira held still, or held his hips still so that he couldn’t even take matters into his own hands.

It infuriated him, Akira could tell. He could see it in his husband’s lovely eyes, how badly he wanted to get off. How much he wanted Akira to let him cum.

It made Akira’s cock twitch in tandem with Akechi’s clenching muscles. The pleasure simmering in the ex-thief’s blood as he watched his husband finally cave to his demand. “You...you make me feel...really good.” He grumbled, averting his eyes as he spoke, wincing when Akira smacked his ass again, “I’m sorry, how good do I make you feel, honey?” He asked smugly, rubbing the angry red spot he was leaving on his husband’s ass softly while the brunette barred his teeth at him. “Really fucking good, okay?! Now please just move!”

Taking mercy, the dark-haired ex-thief ignored his lover’s snap. Finally returning to his humping, but this time, picking up the pace. Not only slamming into the brunette anymore but mixing in some faster, more targeted thrusts. Clawing into his hip to keep the bound man in place and moaning along with him. The camera was entirely forgotten in the race for release.

Instead, the only thing Akira could focus on, was the tight squeeze of Akechi’s ass sucking him back in each time he even thought to pull out, his husband’s quiet moans and sighs each time he thrust into his prostate, and the increasing haze of mindless desire that was slithering into his head. Increasingly blurring his thoughts with euphoria and bliss with each thrust. Until, finally, “Fuck! Akechi!” The pleasure shot up like a geyser. Going from a manageable, dull roar of need, to an all-encompassing hellfire in the blink of an eye. Knocking the ex-thief off balance, turning his methodical thrusts into little more than animalistic humping before giving a final, deep thrust and letting the eager squeeze of his husband’s walls milk him of every drop of coherent thought and cum.

Leaving both men gasping for breath in their bedroom. Their muscles shaking like jello as they caught their breath and let the burn of release ebb once more.

When it finally had, Akira slowly pulled out of Akechi. He sat back on his feet to let the swirling storm of thoughts settle before he got up to his feet to run a warm bath. Coming back to stop the video and untie the web of Shibari rope and finally release his spouse’s wrists from their crimson prison. Carrying the spent man off to the bathroom with plenty of kisses and no other words but muttered adoration.

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