#i find strip poker a highly unlikely game to play even in the japanese mafia and especially in mixed company but it's thematic not exact lo

[ikemenomegas]

I figure I should send something in for your 200 follower thing but I have no brain cells so just give me slut shit with Akutagawa. Consider it a free space, write whatever slut shit you want for him. 🖤

Babyyyyyy, the baby boy 🤩 Ryu (that's short for Ryunosuke 😉) Aku! Angry little spicy baby!!!!

This whole event has truly been an exercise in going "i think i know what that means .... do i know what that means [insert frantic typing]" So I really need you to know the ideas here came from an article titled "30 ‘Slutty’ Things Every Woman Should Do Before Hitting 30".

8. Join Tinder. And actually meet up with someone from Tinder for a meaningless fling.

Given that Ryunosuke is one of the more wanted men in the city, you know this is going to have to be quick.

"Why are we doing this again?" your mate asks you, even while he dutifully fills out the profile questions, tilting his phone so you can help him choose pictures.

"I'm curious," you reply.

"About what?" he sighed as the loading bar slowly crawled across the screen.

"If you'll see what I see. And what you see."

He growled faintly but you just rubbed your cheek against his shoulder.

"Do you want me to choose Alphas or--"

"Everyone. This is an experiment, Ryu, one mustn't show bias."

"It's Gokon," he said, skeptical. And yes, the speed-dating style app was a bit of a silly thing, but you wanted to see him try it. You wanted to see how many people he matched him. You wanted him to see it. And maybe you were being a little silly and trying to see exactly what kind of people he chose.

It's not as though you were worried about Ryunosuke leaving, there was just a part of you that was curious what he would pick out of a lineup. You were a given choice, but the others were a complete mystery.

You watched him swipe left and right, filling up the "room" he had been assigned. There seemed occasional similarities of features, but some choices were complete wildcards to you.

He alternately scowled and flushed as he replied to the chats, the timer in the corner of the screen ticking down until they each fell away into a little icon in the opposite corner. He sometimes asked for your help, and because you could never completely abandon the love of your life, even to a scheme of your own devising, you'd offer ideas for replies or flirtatious lines to send back, whispering them in his ear or murmuring them against his jaw just to feel him shiver.

When the time was up, the slightly stunned look on his face at the sheer number of matches offering themselves to him made you near giddy.

He couldn't see the wicked grin on your face, which was just as well when you leaned over his shoulder and asked, "Now which one would you pick for a threesome?"

Ryunosuke startled, the high arc of his cheekbones burning red. Before he could answer, the screen fizzled black.

You sighed, "Too bad." Looked like the local authorities had caught onto his profile being present in the app.

With expert efficiency, your mate broke the phone open and plucked out the chips inside, which Rashomon ate with a satisfied little grumble.

"I don't understand you sometimes," Ryunosuke said.

"You never had a fling before," you tell him, as you left the back room of the restaurant you had taken temporary refuge in. "And sometimes I don't think you know how wonderful you are."

He rolled his eyes. "I don't worry about it. I have you."

"But that's just it. You've only ever had me. I don't want you to miss out of things just because I'm here."

A hot biting note rose to the top of his scent.

The next thing you knew, you were being yanked around the corner by your wrist.

"Do you miss out on things?"

You blinked at him. "Of course not. Even if you got tired of me, I don't think I could ever fall in love with someone else. You're it for me."

Ryunosuke cleared his throat of a little cough, looking flustered.

You stepped close to his chest, into his space so your scents twined together. "Are you sure you don't want to try it? Take some pretty thing out for a walk, let them push you up against the wall. Depending on how far you want to take it, I could come and rescue you. You look very cute when you need to be rescued."

Ryu looked a bit like he wanted his coat to swallow him, a bit like he had a fever. He tried to clear his throat again and it came out as a strangled little squeak. His hands were so pliant in yours when you pressed your fingers in the spaces between his.

You pulled him further into the shadows, tucking close together to conceal his distinctive silhouette as footsteps clattered by the mouth of the alley, but passed with barely a pause or further investigation.

You mouth was right by his ear when you whispered, "Either way, just let me know."

You knew you probably wouldn't receive an answer for some time but you snickered at his discomposed little growl.

3. Give a blowjob when you shouldn’t.

I think Akutagawa would both do this and let it be done. He can be taught to lay aside shame, and it in fact would be very good for him. All of his mentors so far have controlled him in some way by shaming him for not behaving in the inhuman ways they instruct him in. If you can get him to let go of that, he would do the most unhinged slut shit including:

"You need to be on the top of the Ueno Exchange on the third," Dazai's melodious voice gave instructions on the other end of the line.

You sank deeper in your chair, untroubled, spreading your legs wider and twisting back and forth.

Between your knees, Ryunosuke whined, pleading silently for you to stay still. You caressed his face, carding through his feathery hair, praise and apology at once.

In his eyes was a faint remnant of that hungry need you had first seen years before, eyes fixed on where the voice that had once dictated his world emanated from. Far more present was the glassy haze of desperate arousal, matching the sheen of saliva around his mouth, which was around you. Still, you nudged the settings on the vibrator inside of him one level higher.

A muffled, aching sound was pressed in the crease of your thigh as your mate leaned forward, his fingers gripping the floor.

"What was that?"

"Just penciling it in." Which was a straight up lie because you knew better than to write plans like this down, but with the Demon Prodigy it was never unwise to lay a few false threads, just in case.

"One more thing."

"Hm?" You wrapped your hand around the back of your mate's head and pulled him further onto you, slowly, giving him time to tap you on the ankle to tell you stop if he needed to. He didn't.

"Bring Akutagawa," Dazai added.

You let silence stretch between you two, even though you suspected Ryunosuke's old mentor was immune to the discomfort of such things.

"Why?"

"You might need a guard," came the unconcerned reply, "and he's always been such a good dog."

The pressure of Ryunosuke's mouth became more insistent and you carefully swallowed down a hungry sigh.

"He's not a dog," you said clearly, and then you hung up.

There were tears in Ryunosuke's eyes. You didn't know whether that was because you were hitting the back of his throat or the exchange.

You held out the remote control. Your mate just closed his eyes, the tears falling free down his cheeks.

"You're so beautiful," you breathed wonderingly, and then you pressed the vibrations to the highest level.

He came, arching his back, his mouth coming free from you, throwing his head back with a high gasp. You used your own hand to finish, pointing your release onto the apex of his tightly pressed thighs where it mixed with his.

He remained that way, bowed, for long minutes as the vibrator pushed his climax long and hard until your mate was nearly humping the air, little sounds of near-pain falling from his mouth.

You slipped from your chair and gathered him into your arms. You felt the cruel pulsing of the toy in side of him push him right over the edge into another orgasm in the way he shuddered against your shoulder, hands tucked to your chest.

"You did so well," you murmured, slowly turning the vibrator down, as you offered him praise, both for withstanding being a witness to that conversation, and for his show of strength.

He breathed hard and ragged against you trembling from the exertion and the aftershocks. He groaned as you reached a hand down and coaxed his thighs open. He was so wet, your fingers slid into him easily, but you had a hard time grabbing the toy.

"Push for me," you coaxed.

You felt him flex around your finger, his head tilting back. You felt the toy but when you tried to grab it, it slipped back inside.

"Again," you soothed, running your hand through his hair.

"Hnrgh." He groaned, doing as you instructed.

This time, you pulled out as he pushed, catching the little vibrator in your palm along with a splash of slick. Ryunosuke panted, his head falling to your shoulder as you gently brushed your thumb around his opening.

"What am I, if not a dog?" His voice creaked, gravely.

"You're mine, Omega. As long as you need to be."

He sighed into your neck.

[Much later on, you could also pull this trick in reverse where you're performing fellatio on Akutagawa, but while he's talking to Mori. But instead of keeping his mouth busy as a sexy version of deconditioning, it's truly just slut business ;). Akutagawa is trying so hard to keep himself under control which involves a much different mindset than his typical calls from Mori, and Mori calls him out on it, resulting in a much more erotica type result where Akutagawa has to lie about what's going on while you try very hard to get him to come]

25. Play a game of strip poker with a large group of friends. - this one is crack being treated as... something, I just think Akutagawa has no physical shame, his is all psychological.

This one was not at all your idea.

Akutagawa was sitting very calmly, sleeves rolled up looking faintly amused every time you glanced up at him.

Higuchi was without her jacket or her socks and shoes. A subordinate of Hirotsu-san, as well as the man himself, and Nakahara-san were present as well.

Akutagawa had said they needed a dealer for a game of poker with full implication that you would be the house. He'd said nothing about you playing along with him. The atmosphere was relaxed, or at least as relaxed as any high level gathering of mafia members ever got. You were progressively suspecting however that this was Akutagawa's version of "meet the parents".

You just didn't know why it had to be a game of strip poker that you were losing.

"Oh, what the hell," you muttered. You'd already lost your shoes, your watch (to which Nakahara-san had just rolled his eyes), and your socks. You shimmied around inside of your sweater, unbuttoning the shirt inside and pulling it out to toss on the back of your chair.

The corner of Akutagawa's mouth turned up, ever so faintly as he undid the cloth around his neck and folded it neatly over his armrest.

"When does the game end again," you squeaked.

"When only one remains," Nakahara-san said forebodingly, scowling at his cards and then throwing them back on the table so he could start unbuttoning his waistcoat.

"Or we all get bored and give up. It's why we play so everyone who folds also loses. The game goes quicker that way. Don't worry," Hirotsu-san said, much more like the kindly grandfather he resembled, "it's nothing we haven't seen before. You're the only newbie."

Somehow, that didn't help at all.

You felt like you were going to combust. Everyone more or less kept their modesty, but it was like being at the sauna, trying not to catch anyone's eyes as everyone gradually divested themselves of their covering.

Hirotsu had lost three hands ago and then bowed out. His subordinate had gone after Hirotsu with a cheerful wave at Akutagawa. Higuchi was gamely proceeding, but her poker face was immaculate and you weren't sure if she was going to win the round or not. Akutagawa on the other hand had a few very bad rounds and was sitting shamelessly in his chair with his coat draped around his shoulder for warmth, but bare of everything but a criminally subtle pair of lace briefs. You weren't sure if Higuchi had even noticed, but she was sitting ramrod straight and the tips of her ears had been red for a full fifteen minutes.

You were getting the distinct impression Nakahara-san just liked poker, but he was also winning and wore a truly ridiculous amount of layers.

That didn't make you less aware of how lovely Akutagawa was. You had never seen him in this state of undress, but now you were wondering if that was only because you'd been trying to be polite, chivalrous, and hadn't asked.

You all laid down your hands. It was Higuchi who barely seemed to relax. Nakahara-san just sighed.

Akutagawa blinked, barely a reaction and slid his fingers just inside the waistband of the last stitch of clothing he had on.

You flew out of your chair, feeling like every inch of your skin was on fire and completely forgetting about how little you had on yourself.

You put your hands on top of Akutagawa's. He looked up at you with surprise, as though he had no idea why you were out of your chair.

"Wh-what do we do after we're out of clothes," you scrambled for anything to explain why you were suddenly blocking him from the rest of the room.

"We don't usually get that far," Higuchi admitted, her voice very carefully without inflection.

"That's not true," Nakahara-san protested. "If you're still playing and you win you get to pick something to put back on."

Higuchi coughed once, very obviously.

Nakahara-san looked up, and went "Oh."

"Alpha you also lost," Akutagawa said, his low voice unaffected.

Nakahara-san stood up and stretched and gathered his discarded items. He was the only one in anything that would pass on the street. "It was a good game but everyone knows I was going to win. It was nice to meet you," he said politely, and then he walked out.

Akutagawa tried to rise and bid farewell, but Nakahara-san thankfully waved him off.

Higuchi was much less subtle, hurriedly pulling her blouse back on and tugging on her own sweater. "I'll be at headquarter's, senpai," she said, and then she too hurried off.

"Okay," Akutagawa said, leaning around you.

He looked back up at you one more time and then flipped over the cards in his hand. He thankfully still had his underwear on.

"You still lose," he said your name. "Take something off."

You just put your head in your hands.