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awriterinthenight · 2 months ago

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"Aren't you a bit young to be a doctor" - Anthony Lockwood

requested: Anonymous

words: 2198

warnings: mentions of murder and being shot, and Anthony being absolutely crazy in love and kissing

summary: reader is a doctor with no abilities, who meets Lockwood one night, and they grow close together

I had always wanted to be a doctor, so I was more than happy to accept an internship helping out injured agents. My family was good friends with inspector Barnes so it wasn't hard for him to find a way for me to start practicing to be a doctor. It was relatively easy, mostly just patching up scrapes and cuts, sometimes small burns.

It was a fairly normal night, only one or two injured having to be treated, or at least it was until three agents walked in. They seemed to be in rough shape. They were all sent to different rooms to be treated, the girl only having minor scrapes, and the boy with glasses had a few cuts too.

The boy with the suit seemed to have the worst injuries. He had a cut down his left arm ending just before his elbow. I walked into the room, and started to grab some supplies.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. Can you tell me what happened that you ended up getting a cut like that?" I ask, grabbing the rubbing alcohol and bandages.

He smiled softly, "Aren't you a bit young to be a doctor, not there's anything wring with that, I'm just curious," he says, "I got this from my colleague getting spooked by a ghost and when she swung her rapier she nicked my arm," he explains, placing his jacket next to him.

I nod, "Well I'm more of an intern, but I'm good at what I do I can assure you," I tell him, placing down my supplies, "And that looks a lot more severe than a small nick, can you take your shirt off?" I ask, since I need him to so I can clean his wound.

He smirks, "But we've only just met," he jokes sarcastically, as he starts to unbutton his shirt.

I rolled my eyes, ignoring his comment, "So what was your case about?" I ask, trying to distract him from the pain from the rubbing alcohol.

"Well we were investigating this house some old lady was living in. She said she was hearing wailing at night, and she wanted us to investigate," he says, wincing a bit, but I hum in response for him to carry on, "My other colleague, George, spent two days studying every bit of information, so we were thoroughly prepared. Or, at least we thought we were. Turns out we missed a death in all of our reports. There was a lady who was murdered there. Her spirit was attached to this jewelry box, which took us a while to find. This wasn't our best night, I have to admit," he says, chuckling lightly.

I finish cleaning his wound as he finishes his story, "Seems like you've had quite a night," I say, to which he nods, "Good news and a bit of bad news. Good news, your cut should be fine and not get infected, but bad news, you're gonna need stitches," I say, changing out my gloves for new ones and grabbing more supplies.

"And I thought today couldn't get any worse," he says, his voice full of sarcasm.

I sigh softly, "It won't be too bad, I promise," I reassure him, prepping the area, "Why don't you tell me something nice to distract yourself," I suggest to help him distract himself.

He smiles, saying, "You know I didn't tell you my name, it's Anthony, but you can just call me Lockwood," he says, watching me as I stitch his wound.

I nod, "That's a nice name, I'm guessing you're Anthony Lockwood," I say, continuing to work.

Surprised that I recognize his name he asks, "I know my agency had quite the reputation, but I didn't think you would recognize my name."

Working on the second stitch I say, "It's not that I recognize you from your agency's reputation, it's more from your own. My family is close with inspector Barnes, so he tells us stuff. He complains about you a lot, you know."

"I think deep down I'm one of his favorite people," he jokes, turning his head to look at the wound as I stitch it up.

I see him look, and use my left hand to push his chin, so he's looking away from it, "I can promise you that looking at it will only make it worse. Just keep talking, I'm almost done, just one stitch," I tell him, finishing up.

He looks like he's in thought before asking, "So Y/N, how do you take your tea?"

I chuckle softly, "Chamomile, with a bit of honey and sugar, why do you ask?" I question, as I finish up and start cleaning up.

He shrugs, "Incase I come here again, the least I can do is bring you tea," he says, smiling brightly at me.

"Well you're clear to go, and I do hope to not see you again, at least not here," I say, taking my gloves off, as he stands up and goes to leave. I follow out behind him as he keeps the door open for me, "Now for any pain, any over the counter pain meds should work, and make sure to rest. I'm serious about that, no cases for at least a week, and even then take it easy," I tell him.

He smirks, "Alright then Doc, I'll make sure to follow that," he says, walking away.

***

(Anthony's POV)

It had been almost a week since my visit with Y/N, but I kept thinking about her.

Everything about her was alluring. From our close proximity when she was bandaging my arm, to the way her hair fell, or even the way her face looked, concentrated on her work. My eyes stayed on her the whole time. It felt like I was stuck, but never wanted to leave that state. As if I were to look away I might never see her the same again.

I followed every word she said like it was bound to my soul. I stayed off cases for a little bit, shocking even George and Lucy, since they had tried many times before, but I never listened till now.

It had been about three weeks since I last saw her. When I went to get my stitches removed they told me she only works nights. So when I started to work cases again I wasn't purposefully getting hurt, or at least that's what I told everyone.

After a particular case I was left with a cut across my neck from a piece of glass. Luckily for me she was working that night, and I once again ended up getting my wound dressed by her.

She sighed, but couldn't hide her effortlessly soft smile that made me want to melt right there, "I thought I told you not to show up here again," she says, teasing me.

"I just couldn't stay away from you I guess," I say, trying to flirt with her a bit. She just shakes her head smiling 'god how I wish I could kiss that smile till her lips are sore' I think, before catching myself, and try to act normal.

She cleans my wound, her careful touch being the only thing I can feel, her being the only thing I can see, her perfume making me wish it was all I could smell for the rest of my life, her beautiful voice from heaven being the only thing I want to hear till my death. All I can think about is her.

I don't even notice when she finished, and is talking to me, "So you want- hey, are you listening to me," she teases, snapping me out of my trance.

"I-I...sorry, long night, started to zone out," I say, trying to cover up how I was looking at her. I think I'd rather die knowing she was the last person I saw, than to ever look away from her.

She breathed out a laugh, 'how I wish to be the one to make her laugh everyday' I think.

"Well what I was saying was that basic pain meds will work fine if it hurts, and to make sure to ice it, other than that you're free to go," she told, smiling as she opened the door. But before I could leave she grabbed my arm stopping me. Her touch felt like being blessed by a goddess.

"Let's not make your visits here a normal thing, ok. I don't need you getting hurt so often," she says, generally concerned for me.

I smile softly at her, "I promise, love," I say, giving her the nickname which makes her smile. I would call her 'love' 'darling' maybe even 'mine' one day, just see her smile like that till I can't remember her any other way.

I might've lied a bit when I promised her our visits wouldn't become normal. But I truly couldn't stay away from her. Every once in a while I would get injured and my first thought wasn't even 'am I ok' it was always 'I hope she's working today' and the thought would make me smile through the pain.

That was always my thought, except for once, when I got shot.

***

I heard what happened at the graveyard and immediately rushed to help out. I heard Anthony was there, but didn't see him making me a bit worried.

He started to let me call him Anthony, and I let him call me anything from 'love' to 'darling' to 'Doc' when he was teasing me. We'd grown close through our time together, and I couldn't help start to feel things for him.

I was tending to a Fittes agent when I was being dragged over to help with someone who apparently got shot. It was like a feeling no matter how hard I tried I couldn't shake. It was Anthony. He would be reckless enough to accidentally get shot, and he was always in some sort of trouble.

When I arrived to the ambulance I saw Anthony laying there as they tended to his shoulder. They took the bullet out and cleaned up the wound a bit. I stitched it close since I was the best at it. He started to wake up around when I had finished. Most of the workers had left, only one or two cleaning up the ambulance.

Anthony groaned in pain as he sat up. I helped him up, as he started to stand to get blood flow back through his body. We were silent for a little bit before I told him I was gonna grab a sling for him.

When I came back he was sitting on the edge of the ambulance. I stood in front of him, looming over him as I helped him get the sling on.

I took a deep breath, shaking my head before saying, "Anthony, how could you do this. I know how reckless you are, but this. This is a ne-" before he cuts me off.

"You can yell at me, you can berate me, you can say whatever you want till I'm in my grave, but please do so later. Right now I just want to be glad I'm here with you," he confesses, his hand moving to land on the back of my thigh to keep me in place as he moved me to be in between his legs.

I sigh, feeling content to know he's mostly ok, and is here able to hold me. "Alright then Anthony, I promise I will later," I say, running a hand through his hair.

He smiles up at me, "Tonight was...something else and it had me thinking. Life is a bit too short to not say everything you want to, you know," he says.

I nod, "Okay, where are you going with this, did you hit your head too," I joke, a bit nervous.

He shakes his head at me, "No, its just that," he pauses, looking at me like I'm the most precious person in the world, "There's so much I want to tell you. Like how I want to take you on the most amazing dates, or how I want you to be at Portland Row everyday, how I want to wake up to you right next to me, how I want to call you 'my darling' or 'my love' or anyway where your mine or where I'm yours. But, mostly I just want to tell you how much I love you, and want to kiss you right now," he confesses, flushed and breathing quickly.

I don't really know what to do besides following his words. I close the gap between us. My lips crash onto his with a passion that has been built up through our relationship. It takes everything in me to keep going till I have to pull away for air. But when I do I tell him, "I love you too Anthony, and I want to do all those things with you," I confess to him.

He smirks softly, "Then will you be my girlfriend too," he asks, hopeful in my answer.

"Of course," is all I mutter before my lips reconnect with his.

#anthony lockwood x reader #x reader #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #george karim #lucy carlyle

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sapphic-woes · 2 years ago

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i am on my KNEES begging for sevika's pov on what was going through her head when she first smelled R and her fear and her mate-scent and kalsdjkla i want it so bad please

A/N: Since u asked so nicely I suppose I can give u a little drabble. Update: I'm a clown. This is an entire side chapter now.

Sevika Knows

Word Count: 2k. MINORS DNI

"Do you read me?"

"..."

"Lil' dude?"

"..."

"Dammit. Vi is that rookie–"

"I'm in position! Sorry, Sevika I was just getting there!" The rushed, heaving voice in her ear made Sevika's eye twitch. However, her shoulders simultaneously deflated in relief.

"Ekko, answer me even when you're not ready yet. I need to know you're alive, got it?" A fumbled response made Sevika roll her eyes, and she cut the kid off with a snarl.

"Fuck up again and you're dead, you hear? The same goes for all of you." Sevika muttered into her earpiece, nodding for Vi to follow her lead.

"Harsh much? The dude saved like 5 people on his own yesterday." Vi's light tone made Sevika frown.

"He was reckless yesterday. If Jayce hadn't been there to back him up..."

"You're joking, right? Right? C'mon Sev–the little man is just like you back in the day. Stop worrying and give him a break, will ya?" Sevika didn't bother to respond, and Vi snorted, speaking into her earpiece.

"You heard her, don't die on us okay? Die when Vander's leading a mission. Now we rush in 3...2...1...let's move!"

Sevika had to admit, this part of the job was a little fun.

The satisfaction in busting down the doors of the brothel with a smirk, gun in one hand and baton in the other, raising an eyebrow at the lowlife alphas scrambling like rats to get away with their privates still free from their pants...

It was amusing, to say the least.

"Woah there." One lady was a bit too stupid, running past Sevika only to have the alpha trip her up. She stunk of drugs, sex, and utter fear–an omega's fear–making Sevika grimace and pull out her cuffs.

"Be a good criminal and don't move, yeah?" Sevika grunted as she cuffed one of the screaming alpha's wrists, effortlessly dragging her back to the room she'd run out of. With a mocking hum, Sevika fastened the other cuff to the bed she'd clearly scrambled off of, glancing down that the omega still curled up there.

Fuck. He smelled enticingly sweet. Clearly high off shimmer and not in the right state of mind. He merely stared at his thrashing client for a moment, then sniffed the air and smelled Sevika. His eyes widened in fear, and Sevika didn't blame him. What was worse than dealing with one abusive alpha, than dealing with two?

He scurried away from Sevika, releasing a strangled string of pleas. Bruises, clear signs of restraints...are those burns? Those fucking bastards...

"Need a beta here immediately. There's a drugged omega, and he's hostile." Sevika spoke into her earpiece while she slowly backed away. She couldn't stay long–she'd spent ages torturing herself memorizing the scent of the owner of this brothel, and she wasn't going to let that gag-inducing scent get away.

The air was full of sandalwood, and the alpha turned around to ruffle Ekko's hair.

"Thanks." It was all she said before she moved on. She tried to ignore the scent of pride wafting off her body. That kid is way too eager to help...

"I smell that~" On her way through the brothel, Sevika finally caught up with Vi, who was also following the scent of the owner. The beta grunted, slamming an alpha's head into the wall. The bright, boyish grin she turned and fixed on Sevika ironically contrasted with the blood on her cheeks. Sevika kicked the alpha rushing her lieutenant from behind.

"Pay attention. I can't have another brawl with Caitlyn." Vi's smirk only widened.

"Why?" The redhead punched another alpha coming at them straight in the boobs. Talk about a low blow. "Scared she'll get serious and shoot your arm off this time?"

Sevika opened her mouth to bite back an insult, but instead her eyes widened. Shit. She gripped the back of Vi's collar and yanked the beta back behind her, helping Vi avoid the knife swinging toward her.

"Move. More like–ugh–if she gets mad at me," Sevika grunted as she punched the loser in the gut, grabbing his head when he doubled over to bash his nose in with her knee. "–I'll say some alpha caught you off guard and gave you a nice, looooong ass kiss. Got their hands alllllll down your pants before I pulled them off you."

Vi paled, turning to look at Sevika. "You wouldn't."

The alpha grinned right back, and together the two pushed through their opponents, eventually getting to the source of the owner's scent. The coward had locked himself up in his office. Pathetic. Shifting, Sevika got into position in front of the door to bust it open. "I would. Now help me out, the bastard's hiding in here."

With a grumble, Vi listened, and on the count of three, they rammed their shoulders into the door. It opened with a loud crack, dust filling the air as they entered.

"There you are..." Sevika huffed, cracking her neck as she stared at the pathetic alpha hiding behind his desk. This was the guy running this place? He looked like a fucking poser...

"Now we can do this the easy way, or the...the...." Huh? What was the line again?

Sevika faltered. Her heart skipped a beat. Her chest clenched with excitement and horror at the same time. This wasn't right. You couldn't be here. Yet as she breathed in the stuffy air, the alpha knew she wasn't mistaken.

Thick, toxic fear. The revolting, burning battery acid of lust. It was pungent. It was stale. There was nothing good about the air Sevika inhaled, nothing except...

...cherries. Delicious, mouth watering cherries underneath it all.

Vaguely, she heard Vi call out to her. But it was muffled. It was like Sevika was underwater, drowning in her need to find you. She didn't know how many pieces of shit she knocked out while she searched around. Some didn't have traces of you. Some did. She came across the latter more.

She didn't think she was the type to be too possessive. She hadn't even met you yet. Regardless, she left the ones that did smell like you choking on their own blood.

How many times did the fear permeating off you spike? Every time was torturous, and Sevika wanted more than anything to stop it.

You were in danger, you weren't okay, you were hurting–god, you were hurting. Scared and vulnerable and shit! Sevika felt like she'd die. She was seeing red. She was seeing blood–your sweet, cherry-scented blood, spilled out like lost love across the floor.

And there, holding you down was an alpha, forcing you to lick it clean.

Sevika kept herself calm in intense situations. No matter how much shimmer was in an omega or how sweet they smelled, Sevika never faltered. She identified the problem and dealt with it accordingly. Efficiently. In a timely manner. And most importantly?

Calmly.

Sevika felt the alpha's throat squeezing under her fingers before she was aware she was holding it. There was something growing inside of her. Something animalistic. There was nothing calm about the growl bubbling up in her chest, or the way she barred her fangs. Something twisted in her fervent desire to kill the alpha squirming in her grasp.

Worse, her sick urge to abandon the struggling worm altogether and focus on covering you in her scent instead.

You were her's, weren't you? So why was the sick smell of others clinging to your skin, making her want to rip those clothes off you and mark every last part of your body? Why was your scent, that precious fragrance, clinging to this thing on the floor?

She wanted to beat it out of the alpha.

She nearly did.

"You're gonna kill them at this point!" What the fuck was Vi doing here? Sevika stared down at the beta tugging her off in confusion. Anger sparked up inside her chest, and against her better judgment Sevika stepped dangerously close to the beta. She towered over Vi, emitting pheromones daring her to go against her.

"So?" Vi's defiance made Sevika's hands twitch. Sevika felt ready to throw the beta into the wall. How dare Vi stop her? That alpha had been all over you, hurting you, and she wanted to let them live?

"So the first thing you want her to see is you killing someone? She's terrified, Sev." It took a moment for Sevika to process Vi's words. Another to sniff the air–and realize that your fear was just as thick as her anger.

Oh. Suddenly, the fire burning in Sevika left her. You were small. Trembling. Huddled like if you tried hard enough, you could mold yourself into the wall and disappear from her sight.

Maybe that's what you wanted. She wouldn't blame you if you did.

Sevika took a hesitant step toward you. Logically, she knew she needed to calm you down. Say who I am, what our purpose is. We're here to rescue. This place is being shut down. I'm friendly. I'm nice. Not gonna hurt you. We can gladly provide medical care–

"Cool it." Fuck. You were shrinking into yourself even more. Was that even possible? It was cute. Sorta. Kinda like a little rabbit...

...that was terrified of a big bad, scary wolf.

Fuck.

"Right. Fuck." She was the wolf. Right. She was also the idiot trying to approach you anyway. Right.

Sevika took deep breaths to calm herself. She didn't even know she could get this angry. Yet here she was practically drenching the room in her fury. Even Vi had her fingers curled into fists, clearly affected. How much worse was it for you?

Calm. Calm. Gotta stay calm. Sevika managed to relax a bit, but she couldn't tell if it actually helped. You still looked scared outta your wits. Would it be better to leave? Maybe let Vi handle this? Anything to make sure you–

"I-I sorry. I'm sorry can–I'm. I'm useful."

What?

What did she call herself?

Sevika froze, dreading what she'd just heard. Logically it made sense that you, an omega clearly collared, having been pinned to the floor when she'd come in would be–but to–

To talk about yourself like this?

"I'm g-good at it." Don't say that. Don't say that like that's all you're meant for. Please baby, don't say that...

"Please, p-please don't ki–"

At those words. Those heartbreaking, dreadful words, Sevika's knees hit the floor before she knew it.

Sweetheart...how many times have you been scared to die?

It's the only way Sevika thought would let you know she's safe. Perhaps she should go, and leaving it all to Vi would be best...but she can't. Not when you're shuddering all over, covered in blood and tears, looking like you're seconds away from breaking apart.

She's being selfish. Sevika knows it when she tells you to get up and you take it like an order. She knows it when you call her master–and it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. She's nauseous. Sick–feeling like every other rotten alpha when she tells you to call her by her name, and you do it like there's a consequence to your actions if you don't.

Sevika knows.

You're looking at her like she holds your life in her hands. Like she's authority. So when she does hold your frail body in her arms, she feels like a sinner, and when you take a deep breath into her chest, drink in her scent as if it's good–

The alpha doesn't know whether to smile, or to cry.

#sevika x reader #sevika x you #arcane sevika #arcane x reader #arcane headcanon #sevika headcanon #arcane vi #caitvi #arcane ekko

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dbgdbw · 1 year ago

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494.So Then, You Assholes Hand It Over (1)

그러니 댁들이 내놔 (1)

The main hall was considerably vast, dotted with rounded tables that seated four people each sprawled about in deliberately spaced intervals. Many of them congregating in one place was sure to invite a fight breaking out, and there were individuals with sour relations who would end up bristling simply from a chance encounter with the other as well. As a result, each table held what had been deemed to be relatively harmonious pairings, as far as seating was concerned. While there wasn’t a rule that mandated they stay tethered to their assigned seat, per se, having a designation saying this is your spot, here would at least subconsciously encourage a passive inclination to stay put.

“Though Section Chief Song-nim being seated at Sung Hyunjae’s side is, of course, to be expected–why’ve I been thrown in with this lot too, huh.”

Moon Hyuna groused lightly. The table was another four-seater, but there were only three names written: ‘Sung Hyunjae’, ‘Song Taewon’, and ‘Moon Hyuna’. Pulling out a chair for Sung Hyunjae, Moon Hyuna dropped into a polite bow from her waist.

“Please–do take a seat, Princess-nim.”

“How so very chivalric of you. Will the Breaker Guild Leader be stepping into the role of my Prince, today.”

“Nowadays, the trend is for princess-nims to be self-sufficient, if you didn’t know. Now–for our hardworking second-in-line Princess-nim too.”

As Moon Hyuna spoke, taking the initiative pulling out the chair for him as well, Song Taewon hung back, struggling to articulate a response. Even having spent several years fraternizing with the two already, he still found it difficult to play along with their strange jokes. In particular–as he was unable to simply ignore her outright the way he could with Sung Hyunjae, he found dealing with her to be especially precarious.

“...I appreciate the offer, however, remaining standing will enable myself to carry out a more thorough surveillance of the hall.”

“This is all the Firstborn’s fault, you know. Because the Firstborn’s so willful, the Second’s even more uptight.”

“What an outrageous accusation. When I love and cherish the Secondborn Princess-nim so dearly.”

“Your glib tongue hasn’t gone anywhere, I see. Section Chief Song-nim, fancy another drink?”

“I’m afraid I will have to decline.”

“Aw, don’t be like that, why don’t you have another glass. Honestly, Section Chief Song-nim, you should be getting appropriately plastered on occasion. So long as you remain sober as usual, you’ll be unable to call forth those things you keep inside, right.”

Saying that, while excessive drinking might be harmful, people needed to let loose at least once or so, Moon Hyuna poured out a full glass of wine. That leaving things to just fester, would only cause regular functioning to deteriorate into a toxic state.

“...for today, I will have to decline.”

“One of these days, I’m going to arrange a night with something especially potent brewed up in store.”

“That being said, just where might our youngest Princess-nim be.”

Sung Hyunjae asked idly, flicking his name card with the tip of a finger. Picking up her glass, Moon Hyuna took a brief sip to moisten her lips before answering.

“Now, the Seseung Guild Leader-nim should hardly be concerning himself with such matters. No matter how adorable you might find our youngest Princess-nim. Kindly butt out of it.”

“Isn’t it only natural, that the Firstborn should love the Youngest so.”

“...don’t say that kind of shit, you’ll put me off my wine. ‘Love’, what a farce. Though, if Director Han-nim was my dongsaeng, he might seem pretty cute, I admit. No, wait–if he really were my dongsaeng, then most likely he’d probably earn himself a slap on the back at least once or twice a day.”

Moon Hyuna grimaced, backtracking quickly. Swiveling her head, she scanned her eyes around the hall.

“It looks like our Yerimie is quite popular.”

Just as Moon Hyuna had said, there were numerous Hunters indicating interest in Bak Yerim. The clip of a young, recently-Awakened Hunter easily rebuffing a vastly more experienced S-rank Hunter had already made the rounds worldwide, by that point. In addition, Bak Yerim was also the first S-rank Hunter to be affiliated with a private guild, rather than a corporate entity holding some special purpose. Due to that arrangement, certain individuals were jockeying to win her over with the promise of more favorable conditions.

“Ah, I don’t really know English very well~.”

Of course, Bak Yerim brushed off every single one of their attempts with nary a flinch.

“We would provide you with an Interpretation Item, of course.”

“But that wouldn’t work with written text, right, sir. Feel free to give me a call once you’ve changed your national language over to Korean, then, please. I only know how to write in Korean.”

Saying that she had no plans to learn English going forward either, she shook her head in dissent. As she took off far up into the air to make an exit from the conversation, numerous sets of eyes followed Bak Yerim. Counted among them were ones who were simply watching her with a purely doting gaze, too. Though most high-ranked Hunters–and S-rank Hunters in particular–tended to be on the younger side, typically their twenties, the ones in their teens were rare, after all. And among the S-rank Hunters, Bak Yerim was the youngest as well.

“The Blacksmith won’t be attending, then?”

“Since he might be a high-ranking Hunter, but he’s not a combat type. If only because the situation might turn risky, they wouldn’t send him here.”

“But the Rearing Facility Director’s Stats are low, too.”

There were some who were looking for Yoo Myungwoo, too. Though countless Hunters had sent their regards after he’d managed to produce an S-rank weapon, he tended to avoid accepting commissions that originated from overseas. And as he only created equipment when the urge struck him when it came to domestic Hunters as well, there were throngs of individuals looking to forge some sort of connection with him, in any way possible.

It wasn’t that there wasn’t dissatisfaction around Yoo Myungwoo’s attitude, but it was true that any outcome would’ve still fallen short of expectations regardless. As a result, even when confronted by a cold reception, it would be hand-waved away as eccentric conduct that was par for the course for a master craftsman.

However, as the Rearing Facility Director was the host of the gathering taking place that day, there were many who were waiting on Han Yoojin’s entrance as well. This was primarily because rumor had already spread among the Hunters that there was a method to raise a high-rank mount, without any specialized Skill involved. Thanks to that, the already exorbitant price baby monsters had fetched had taken another steep increase. In fact, there had even been Hunter teams formed with the sole purpose of capturing baby monsters as of late.

“Shouldn’t he’ve shown his face by now.”

“He might not end up dropping in at all, honestly. His Stats are F-rank, right.”

Perhaps he would simply appear via recording or livestream to communicate with them, a few Hunters murmured amongst themselves. Though he might be surrounded by numerous S-rank Hunters, it would still be a difficult feat for an F-rank to appear before a crowd of unfamiliar high-ranked Awakened. For lower-ranked Awakened and un-Awakened, the fear they felt towards a high-ranked Hunter could be largely dispelled through prolonged and repeated exposure to the individual. This meant, however, that an unfamiliar high-ranked Hunter would inevitably bypass whatever immunity had been built up till that point. Since, even if you feel unafraid of your own family’s large-breed dog–who could only ever be adorable in your eyes–it didn’t mean that you’d feel the same when confronted with an unfamiliar large dog growling in your direction. Consequently, it wouldn’t have been undue to expect to see him show a cowed appearance, or to forgo making an appearance altogether.

As the mutterings prevailed, discontent gradually started to pervade their words. If it hadn’t been for the detour necessary at the wharf, there probably would’ve been open callouts of how they’d been made to wait long enough already being issued forth.

As the atmosphere began to buzz with a restless quality, 끼이이��. A door slowly creaked open. It was the door at the top of the twin staircases that split to ascend down from either side in a steep curve, to the center of the hall. As the ornate door–perfectly positioned to draw the viewers’ eyes–swung wide open, a figure walked out.

스르륵– The fluttering tip of a long veil trailed down, grazing against the floor. A black veil, about three to four meters long and decorated with white roses, and a white mask that covered the bottom half of their face. A black suit, accompanied by a white jabot. A crimson flower was nestled in the breast pocket, and branches of ferns dangled from their white glove-clad hands.

For the majority, ‘what a peculiar getup’ was the extent of their interest in the matter. Yet, here and there, there were responses from a few that differed starkly.

“It’s not a bad choice to’ve elected to conceal his expression, but.”

“What’s with the veil.”

The Hunters who were clueless regarding the ensemble’s significance murmured amongst themselves. The general consensus seemed to be that, while it was an appearance that belied expectations, it wasn’t one that was viewed as being too outlandish a choice. Particularly since Hunters who followed a set ‘concept’(1) weren’t too far in between, and there were cases where one’s signature weapon made one stand out, despite wishing for a mundane life, after all.

“Hyung-nim was real embarrassed about that, y’know?”

Moon Hyuna whispered in a faint voice. At her query on whether it didn’t suit him better than you’d expect, Song Taewon nodded accommodatingly, replying yes, it seems so; yet, his expression hard, Sung Hyunjae gave no response.

Chatterbox.

Why Han Yoojin might have shown up while wearing Chatterbox’s appearance–that much was easy enough to ascertain. It would’ve been to root out those individuals who were acquainted with that appearance. If someone bearing the same appearance as Chatterbox were to suddenly appear, then even unconsciously, one would be likely to betray a reaction different from the others around them.

But even as he knew that, it didn’t lessen the summoned feeling of loathing.

“...hardly, in my eyes.”

“How unexpected, you rating hyung-nim so low. Or is it that the Seseung Guild Leader’s preference actually lies with hot pink yarn?”

Wouldn’t it be funny, if that really got spread around and some people actually started showing up dressed up in hot pink, snickered Moon Hyuna, grinning; but unlike his usual self, Sung Hyunjae didn’t provide any retort. And then, the subject of his revulsion.

“How do you do, everyone.”

The mask fell away, and Han Yoojin’s face was revealed. From the tips of the fingertips the mask dangled from, to the bow his head dipped into as the mask was taken away. Every little movement was imbued with an elegant quality that departed from his normal conduct. A smile drew across the even paler visage revealed behind the white mask.

“First, I’d like to convey my thanks that you’d come all the way out here.”

Moving towards the staircase with leisurely steps, Han Yoojin hooked a finger under the jabot. 툭, the large flower-like tie was discarded by his feet, and the buttons along the collar of his shirt was loosened one by one. 탁, 탁. Undone with unerring precision to the time of his steps, he came to a stop at the top of the landing; a gloved hand stroked up the column of his throat.

After a gentle press under the lobes of his ears, his fingers swept back down. Simultaneously–사르륵, a crimson pattern thrummed into view. The stark lines that appeared, extending down below his nape, commanded the absolute attention of everyone in the room.

The high-ranked Hunters–particularly the S-rank Hunters–watched Han Yoojin unblinkingly, transfixed as though they’d even forgotten to breathe. All of them felt the same unnerving sensation of dread. It was akin to the experience of having come face-to-face with a powerful monster–but at the same time, not. There was the anticipation that wracked the body, and the goosebumps that followed; but unlike a monster, it didn’t feel like they could lift a finger against the one before them.

It was the sensation of being a mouse that had known nothing but the turning of the wheel in its cage, one day becoming conscious of the giant eye peering down in observation.

And the disgust Sung Hyunjae felt.

“.......”

Reached its pinnacle. Unlike the other Hunters, what grated at him wasn’t merely the energy emitted by that particular mark. No; it carried its own loathsome feeling, but among those assembled there, Sung Hyunjae alone was aware of its significance–what that crimson mark meant.

This knowledge was something that didn’t exist in his–Sung Hyunjae’s–memories. But for some reason, he was able to comprehend it. The mark that was carved onto Han Yoojin.

The Sorcerer’s Sacrifice(2).

The moment he realized, his insides began to burn. He drew a hand over his mouth to cover the sneering expression that rose, spurred by both from the disgust evoked by a memory that didn’t exist, as well as the situation at hand. The heat in his chest felt far away, as though it was happening to a stranger.

“...the hell’s with that.”

Moon Hyuna mumbled, unable to tear her eyes away from Han Yoojin. Her brows had drawn taut in a dark scowl as well. Song Taewon, too, was focused on Han Yoojin–to such an extent, that he’d yet to take note of Sung Hyunjae’s condition. Song Taewon’s hand, resting on the top of the table, had clenched into a tight fist at some point. His lips were pressed grimly together, the faint grinding of teeth audible.

The two had already been informed of everything in advance. And yet, it remained a struggle to restrain themselves, still.

Under that heavy atmosphere, Sung Hyunjae let out a shallow breath. Unbidden, Hwanglim’s words rose to the fore of his mind. Sung Hyunjae’s lips twisted in a crooked smile.

‘I’d also been quite excessively…….’

Indolent. Though it may have been absent from his memories, the existence called Sung Hyunjae could, in a way, be said to have been continually robbed. Of everything.

He had no memories. His Skills and Titles, because of recursion, would be taken away, leaving behind only a scant few. The chain that wove around his person, too, was something that had been bequeathed from that pilferer.

And even now. His life and death in the present had already been lost to him once, before being returned.

The crooked slant of his lips transitioned into an easy smile. With what might be construed as a gentle look in his eyes, Sung Hyunjae gazed up at Han Yoojin.

* * *

‘Seems real effective.’

Despite being an incredibly humiliating and mortifying ordeal, that was to say. Chatterbox, you bastard, that it was formal wear was fine. A frilly necktie, well, it might be overbearing, but since it was formal wear after all. The mask, well… But even if I was able to get past that hurdle, what was with the fucking veil, huh, the veil. And on top of that, it was a rose-patterned veil. I’d never imagined that I’d ever come into the possession of a rose veil, much less be settling it over my own head, not even in my wildest dreams. Goddamn Chatterbox asshole, why were his preferences like this?

It hadn’t been my intention to go undercover as Chatterbox myself, at the beginning. I’d planned on using a doll, or a substitute instead. Since, when it came to myself, there was my height to consider, and even if there was a corset involved, my body was hardly skeletal enough to be comparable anyway. But with the Mark that Chatterbox had left taken into account, it had worked out so that the plan would prove most effective with me being the one going undercover.

‘That should’ve rooted most of them out.’

Maintaining a smile on my face, I looked down upon the crowd, beyond the balcony rails. All around the hall, cameras had been installed to face in every orientation. Once that footage had been combed through, it would be a simple matter to pinpoint the ones that had been approached by Chatterbox.

Firstly, the ones who had shown a reaction just upon sighting Chatterbox’s apparel would be the ones who had met with him in person. Then, the ones who responded to the Mark would be the ones who had received an invitation, and then contracted with him. Even from my current position overlooking the room, it was easy to spy a few attendees who were reacting differently from those around them.

‘...though I might’ve gone a bit overboard, emphasizing the Mark with Chatterbox’s power like that.’

I’d repressed as much of my magical energy as possible around the area of the Mark and, with Noah-ssi’s help, amplified the traces of Chatterbox’s presence that had been left behind. Noah-ssi had regarded me with a dubious expression as he’d retreated from me, and the other Hunters were also showing reactions that went beyond my expectations.

Because it seemed like the atmosphere was beginning to flow in a direction that might end up with a few people even drawing weapons out against me, I swiftly called forth my own magical power. The moment Chatterbox’s Mark was blotted out, the tension in the air immediately released. Surveying the Hunters below, who appeared faintly apprehensive yet, I breathed ou…– ugh, my waist felt way too tight. Letting out a breath, I resumed my footsteps, advancing alongside the railing.

“It appears I’ve managed to startle everyone somewhat. Of course–this much is probably nothing for high-ranked Awakened, such as yourselves.”

Like Chatterbox would be the only one. Outside, it was teeming with all sorts of Transcendents. It was just that Chatterbox happened to be the one that pissed me off the most, out of the handful I had met. There was a subtly off-putting quality about him that rankled at my subconscious.

Before I stepped onto the first stair, I discarded the veil. That very moment, with a flourish of viridian willow leaves, Yoohyunie lept into the air; and with light steps, landed beyond the railings, at my back. Catching the discarded veil as it fluttered down and utilizing the window of opportunity afforded under its cover, he used the brief moment the fabric hid us from sight to discreetly slip a hand inside my clothes from behind, slitting my corset open. As I felt the corset loosen, instantly, its presence disappeared without a trace. Irin had stolen inside as well, to swallow it whole.

I could finally feel comfortable. Well, then. Who among those assembled here, might be our invitation holders.

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stw → mha | polite formal (respectful)

yj → crowd | polite formal

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whump-me · 1 year ago

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Whumptober Day 18: Tortured for Information

This is a standalone story in my original Mind Games universe, a modern-day sci-fi/fantasy thriller setting about ordinary humans with superhuman abilities and the people who want to use or destroy them. Full description in my Whumptober masterpost, which is linked in my pinned post.

This story contains: female whumpee, torture, drowning, electric torture, emotional whump, major character death

Words: 2500

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She could have held her breath if it weren’t for the electricity. PERI had trained her and the rest of her cohort with water immersion since they were twelve years old. She could hold her breath for two minutes, easy. She knew how to calm the instinctive panic response, how not to thrash against the hands holding her under and use up precious oxygen unnecessarily.

But no, one of them had grabbed the cattle prod again when she was still under. While one set of gloved hands held her head upside down in the bucket, the prod jabbed her between the shoulder blades, sending electricity arcing along her nerves and making her involuntarily gasp in water. After that, all she could do was flail against the hands of her attacker and hope she was strong enough to break free.

Or maybe hope that she wouldn’t be, and that the hands would hold her under until the supposed peace that came with drowning overtook her. The more time she spent in this bare concrete room, the more she thought maybe death would be the kindest way out.

It didn’t matter. She didn’t get either wish.

When her vision started graying out, the gloved hand hauled her up by her hair. She vomited water at the feet of her second attacker, who jabbed her in the shoulder with the cattle prod for her trouble. The gloved hands dropped her. She landed on her side on the straw-covered barn floor, curled into a ball. She coughed and spat and shivered. Straw poked into her cheek. The floor smelled thick and organic, like animal musk.

She had trained for this since she was five years old. Well, maybe not this specifically. But she had been bred to be a covert operative. Her training had involved enduring pain and resisting torture, among other things.

She looked down on her trembling form as if from a distance, her tall and muscled body curled into the fetal position, her skin sallow under the harsh light of light. She imagined Dr. Sandersfeld, her favorite instructor, looking down on her now. He would have been so disappointed in the shaking mess she had become.

Gradually, voices from above filtered into her awareness. “Careful not to touch her,” warned the gentler voice. It belonged to the man who had been playing good cop with her. “She can stop your heart with one touch.”

“Oh, I know what she can do. If I plan on touching her, I’ll put on a pair of gloves like yours first. But I don’t plan on touching her.” Bad Cop punctuated his words with a sharp kick to her ribs. She wheezed in a pained breath, and spat out another mouthful of water. This time, there was blood mixed in.

“For now, I’ll let you do the honors,” said Bad Cop. “Shove her under again.”

“Not yet. Let’s give her a chance to talk first.”

“I don’t want to listen to what she has to say. I want to watch her gasping for breath.”

“That’s not what we’re here for,” Good Cop lectured. He squatted down next to John. “Do you remember what I said before? If you cooperate, we’re willing to help you. We’ll get you a false identity, help you hide from PERI. We can give you a new life. All you have to do is work with us.”

“This again?” Bad Cop muttered. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Good Cop looked over his shoulder. “It makes more sense than leaving her locked up for the rest of her life. If she joins us, she could be an asset. Otherwise, she’s just someone we have to guard and feed for the rest of her life.”

“Yeah, well, there’s another solution to that problem.” From behind Good Cop, Bad Cop shaped his hand into a gun and pointed it at her. Pow, he mouthed.

Good Cop ignored him, turning back to her. “Have you reconsidered?”

She shook her head. The movement put her in mind of a fish flopping on a dock. “I will say nothing,” she said flatly. “I will not cooperate.”

“I understand.” Good Cop’s voice was softer, gentler. “You were raised all your life to work for PERI. Right now, they’re all you know. But we can show you something different, if you give us the chance. We can show you a world where you’re respected as a human being, not a tool. A world where you choose what you want to do with your life.”

“We can show you a lot more, too, if you don’t tell us how to get into PERI headquarters.” Bad Cop held up the cattle prod. Blue lightning arced between the prongs.

Good Cop shot another frown over his shoulder. “You’re not helping.”

“I will not cooperate,” she repeated. Her voice was gravelly from all the coughing and spewing water.

“Oh, I think you will.” Bad Cup stepped around Good Cop to thrust the cattle prod against her side, just under the ribs.

Even with water lingering in her lungs, she still had enough breath left to scream.

“PERI uses these on their captured prisoners a lot,” said Bad Cop, jabbing the prongs deeper. “I think it’s only fair that you should feel what it’s like. Don’t you?”

Finally, he withdrew the cattle prod, leaving her shaking and gasping. She couldn’t have answered if she had wanted to.

“We need to talk.” Good Cop stood and grabbed Bad Cop by the forearm. He led the other man into the corner, while she watched through the pain-blurred eyes.

Good Cop’s voice was low, but it was a small barn—she could still hear every word. “Even if you don’t have sympathy for their operatives—”

“I don’t,” Bad Cop interrupted, and shook off Good Cop’s hand. “Bunch of lab-grown freaks. I’ve lost too many friends to them. Some of them were killed trying to rescue people like her. They don’t want to be saved. When you’ve been in this game as long as I have, you’ll understand.”

“Even if you don’t have sympathy for their operatives,” Good Cop started again, slowly this time, emphasizing every word, “I’m sure you can see that this one would make a useful ally. She has a powerful ability, and firsthand knowledge of PERI headquarters.”

“Let me tell you about that thing over there.” Bad Cop’s accusing gaze shifted from Good Cop to her. “Five years ago—before you joined up with us—she came to us, begging for sanctuary. She said she wanted to be free. To be a human being. To choose her own path in life. All that crap you just tried to sell her.”

Good Cop frowned over his shoulder at her. He looked confused.

Bad Cop’s eyes burned into her. “She waited until we were all together. Then she used her power to kill everyone she could get her hands on. Only a few of us made it out alive. I was one of them.”

She didn’t remember him. She’d been on too many missions to remember any individual target. But she wouldn’t have been surprised if the story were true. PERI often sent her up against other Enhanced.

Those were always challenging missions. For something like a routine political assassination, she was usually going up against an ordinary human, without Enhanced powers of their own. Sitting ducks, the lot of them. But when her targets were other Enhanced—the half-feral teams of them who had made it their mission to fight the one organization trying to control Enhanced abilities and use them for the greater good—it was a battle of equals. That was something no PERI operative was used to.

But most often, she still came out ahead. Enhanced who hadn’t been raised in a PERI facility didn’t have decades of training. They weren’t literally bred for this the way her side was. All their genetic gifts, and everything they knew about how to use them, they had acquired by pure chance.

“Well?” Bad Cop strode across the straw. Before Good Cop could stop him, he jabbed his toes into her ribs all over again. She felt something crack. “Why don’t you tell your friend here how you repaid our generosity?”

The raw emotion in Bad Cop’s voice sent a shiver up her spine. It always unnerved her to see non-PERI Enhanced with their teams, or hear them talk about their teams, like they were a true unit. A family, even. Like they trusted each other. More than that—like they loved each other.

She’d had that with her own cohort once. When they were very young, in the early days of their training. Before the instructors had started having them test their abilities on each other. Before they had learned they could never trust another Enhanced.

As for the Enhanced that PERI sent her up against, they weren’t people. They were targets. Even when she tried to befriend them, even when she had to earn their trust, she was always pretending.

She would never trust another Enhanced.

She would never love anyone the way she had once loved her cohort.

She was Enhanced. That meant she was alone.

“Whatever they made you do,” Good Cop said, “you can leave it in the past. All you have to do is make a different choice.”

Bad Cop whirled on him. “Did you not hear what I said? I lost good friends to that creature. Now you want me to just forgive and forget?”

She let their argument fade into the background. It meant nothing to her. Turning traitor was, of course, unthinkable. PERI had trained unshakable loyalty into her, with as much relentless rigor as they had taught her to stretch the boundaries of her Enhanced ability. She could no more betray PERI than she could trust another Enhanced.

But Bad Cop over there didn’t seem to have a problem trusting other Enhanced. He had loved his team enough to beat her up for their sake, five years later. He must have loved them the way she had loved her cohort.

She missed that kind of love.

Taking the deal was impossible. But a lot of things seemed impossible before a person did them.

“What…” she croaked. “What would I have to do?”

Both voices went silent. Bad Cop spoke first, face twisted into a scowl. “We’re not doing this.”

“Let him talk.” Good Cop stared into his eyes. The sympathy there told her Good Cop had never learned not to trust another Enhanced. “Are you interested in cooperating?”

“Depends… on what… you would need me to do in return. And what I’d get for it.” She coughed again. The movement sent sharp pain through her broken rib. “I want specifics. The exact agreement.”

Good Cop studied her eyes for a long moment, as if trying to gauge whether she was sincere. Then he nodded. “I can get that information for you.” He shot Bad Cop a warning look. “Make sure she doesn’t try to run while I’m gone. Do nothing else. You understand?”

“I understand,” said Bad Cop, his voice dull with resentment. He scuffed one foot through the straw.

With one last look toward Bad Cop, Good Cop slipped out the door.

As soon as the door swung shut, Bad Cop turned to her with a smile that made her shiver. “Bad move,” he purred. “Now you’re alone with me.”

She drew in a deep breath, wincing at the pain in her ribs and the deeper pain in her lungs. She silently resigned herself to what was coming.

If only Good Cop had learned never to trust another Enhanced.

She returned Bad Cop’s grin with a weak smile of her own. “I remember that mission,” she lied. “Your friends were a bunch of gullible idiots. Killing them was easy. Like one of the training games we played when we were five.” She spat bloody water. “It was disappointing. I prefer it when they give me a challenge.”

A sharp kick to the throat cut off her words and her breath.

“Anything else you want to say to me?” Bad Cop asked, his voice low and dangerous.

“It doesn’t matter what you do to me,” she said in a whisper, her grin turning wider and more feral. “In a few minutes, your friend will come back with a deal, and I’ll be on your side. Whether you like it or not.”

“That’s not going to happen,” said Bad Cop. “I don’t think you understand what a mistake you made, sending him away and leaving the two of us alone.”

He dragged the bucket of water over to her. He slipped on a pair of thick black gloves that went up to his elbows, hauled her up by the shoulders, and thrust her head in.

With one hand, he held the bucket steady, so her thrashing wouldn’t knock it over. With the other, he pressed down on the back of her neck, holding her down. If she had been at full strength, she could have broken free. But she was already weak. Even one-handed, he held her down easily.

Bad Cop couldn’t get at the cattle prod with both his hands occupied, which meant this would be a long, slow process. But no amount of training could make it possible to survive without oxygen indefinitely. Sooner or later, she would drown.

But Bad Cop was wrong about one thing. She knew exactly what he had done when she had sent Good Cop away.

Taking the deal was impossible. And not just because she could no more imagine betraying PERI than she could imagine cutting off her own hand. She had worked against other Enhanced too often. They would all feel about her the way Bad Cop did, once they heard the details of her past missions. They would never trust her enough to work with her willingly.

With good reason.

They shouldn’t trust her. No Enhanced should ever trust another Enhanced.

Even if she did wish she could have the fierce, uncomplicated love of her childhood back.

She couldn’t. She knew better than that. To be Enhanced was to be alone.

She was tired of being alone.

She didn’t want to keep fighting other Enhanced. She didn’t want to prove PERI right with every mission like the one Bad Cop had thrown in her face. She was tired of proving that the love she and her cohort had shared as children had been a foolish delusion, that Enhanced could never trust each other.

Bad Cop’s hatred would unintentionally give her exactly what she wanted.

Maybe even what she deserved.

She breathed in deep and let the water take her.

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weloveakechi · 3 months ago

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As Dreamers Do Chapter 3

Hello everyone! Here’s chapter three of As Dreamers Do! I’m excited to share this one with you since it’s the first time we’ll be getting some of Akira’s POV in addition to Goro’s. I hope you enjoy it!

I’m trying something new with posting my chapter this time, rather than having the big AO3 box I’m just going to drop the full contents here and provide some links.

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Persona 5 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akechi Goro & Kurusu Akira Characters: Akechi Goro, Persona 5 Protagonist, Kurusu Akira, Sakamoto Ryuji, Takamaki Ann, Morgana (Persona Series), Shido Masayoshi, Sakura Sojiro, Niijima Sae, Niijima Makoto, Kitagawa Yusuke, Okumura Haru Additional Tags: New Game +, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Akechi Goro-centric, POV Akechi Goro, POV Kurusu Akira, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, the boys are gonna go through it, Time travel AU with unreliable narrators, Reset the timeline he said fix your mistakes he said no one said anything about this, More tags to be added as the fic progresses, goro akechi has a velvet room, Akechi Goro Has Social Links | Confidants Summary:

“I wonder why we couldn’t have met a few years earlier.” Akira remembers, those words so clearly. They had been Akechi’s wish standing there, facing the Phantom Thieves, his plans in ruins, soul rent, desires so torn he’d manifested two personas all on his own, with no help from anyone.

The stars press into his palm, sharp enough to leave indents prickled across his skin. Two years. He’d wished to arrive two years earlier. Not a day. What good does a day make when Akechi has already spent so many years alone?

First Chapter | AO3 Link

Goro: Did your boss actually kill you?

The message releases with a pleasant swishing sound as Goro holds one handle on the train. It’s late enough in the morning Kurusu should be in class, so he doesn’t expect a quick response. He’s not even sure why he bothers reaching out. He should let things lie for a bit, hope Kurusu passes the whole Metaverse adventure off as a bad dream, or those drugs he’d mentioned.

He’s on his way to see the doctor, arm still bothering him. He’d told himself he was going to message Kurusu about the doctor’s name if he couldn’t figure it out on his own, but a quick internet search on the train showed only one who fit the bill: Dr. Takemi. So that left him with nothing important to message the boy about. Perhaps it’s that he’s bored. Standing here on the train, waiting out the time between one stop and the other.

Kurusu: How do you have my number? Better yet, how do I have yours??

He buries a chuckle behind his hand at the response.

Goro: I added myself when I was looking at the navigation app yesterday.

Goro: You need more friends. Your contact list was deplorable.

The response comes hot on the heels of Goro’s message:

Kurusu: I have plenty of friends.

Goro’s fingers are quick as he types:

Goro: Oh yes, the ones who end up bleeding all the time. I retract my statement in favor of a new one: You need better friends.

That has notification dots appearing quickly on his screen as Kurusu scrambles to respond. Goro lets his little smile widen into a proper grin. It's a nice tiny bit of payback for ruining his plans yesterday. It’s not a mauling, but it will do.

“Yongen-Jaya.” The announcement pings as the train pulls to a gentle stop.

Goro tucks his phone into a pocket, ignoring the buzz that presses against his palm. He’ll let Kurusu stew for a bit. He has a doctor to find, after all.

He slips out of the station, and onto the surprisingly populated street going over what he knows about Dr. Takemi. Kurusu had been right, rumors surrounded her practice, making all sorts of wild claims about her from how she robs graves to her development of a super drug that cures death.

What has Goro most curious about her isn’t any of the rumors. It’s Kurusu knowing her. Despite claiming he'd only just moved here he seemed to know her well, if his tone had been anything to go by. Sure he could simply have had a single rather memorable experience at her clinic, or known her from a visit to his small town, but Goro knows it’s more than that. He can feel it. Kurusu’s whole reaction about it all set off Goro’s detective instincts and he’s not going to let this go.

What’s even odder about it all, is how Goro wants to believe both statements are true. Simultaneously Kurusu is new to the area, and knows the doctor well. It’s a strange feeling. When he considers it for a long time it makes his head hurt, thoughts fogging up a bit like he’s missing something vital he can’t quite grasp it yet.

The clinic is out of the way, tucked away up some stairs and not marked clearly. All that tells Goro he’s on the right track is a small unassuming sign. It’s clear she wants to stay under the radar. Goro intends to keep it that way as well.

“Hello,” he calls, stepping inside, “I’m looking for Dr. Takemi?”

The woman behind the counter glances up, “That’s me.”

Goro smiles and approaches her, taking in her appearance as he does. She’s well dressed, if a little gothic in nature. Her open lab coat reveals a dark shirt, whose logo Goro can’t make out as it’s cut off beneath the counter. A series of bracelets jingle on her wrist as she waves him over, studs flashing in the light. He can see why people might gossip, but the woman owns her own practice and can dress however she wishes.

“I apologize, I don’t have an appointment. However, you come highly recommended.”

She doesn’t bother hiding a snort at that, but gestures at him, “What can I help you with?”

“I was told you could help me with a rather dicey injury?”

Her eyes flash over him, taking in the school uniform before lingering on his face. His smile stays locked in place, as unassuming and pleasant as ever. Every interaction, a lie he sells with perfection and polish.

She leans back, “You’re pretty young to be hiding something like that from your parents.”

“Ah, you see I’m here on my own. I moved for school.” Goro keeps his tone breezy, there’s no tragedy behind his words for her to find. No lie to catch him in. Everything he’s said is the truth. He’s left it just open enough so she’ll believe he’s a student living in the dorms, not an orphan emancipated far too early who’d struck a deal with the devil to earn a semblance of freedom.

“If you call living under his thumb freedom.” Loki jabs.

Goro wants to snap at him to shut up. He keeps his face neutral instead.

“Hmm.” She considers, before her gaze sharpens, “You look familiar.”

He chuckles, shifting another piece on the board as he plays this game of familiarity he’s growing accustomed to. Fame provides its own drawbacks and rewards. One is that people tend to trust him more than they really should.

“You’ve probably seen me in one of my recent interviews. Goro Akechi, at your service.” He gives a little flourish with a hand, not quite bowing, more presenting himself to her.

She jerks up, chair rattling as she straightens, “I haven’t done anything to be under investigation, you know. Those rumors are just that, everything here is above board and all my licenses are up to date.”

Well that wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. He makes a mental note to take a much closer look at her. If she is being harassed, he could use helping her to his advantage. The longer he stands here, the more he began to realize just what a boon it was that Kurusu had sent him here.

Ever since signing on with Shido, Goro’s privacy and freedom have been limited. He goes to Shido’s doctors. Drops everything to follow Shido’s beck and call. Even his agent is one of Shido’s men. His money is at least his own, made from his work and what he has found in Palaces and Mementos. He's never breathed a word of that particular windfall to Shido or his men. Some secrets are best kept close, tight to his chest.

The idea of simply having anyone in his life unconnected with the man is refreshing. Even if he doesn’t end up making frequent use of the resource.

“I assure you, I have no ill intentions towards you.” He raises both hands in his defense, wincing at how his wound pulls at the movement, “I am genuinely here for your assistance. Kurusu-kun sent me.”

“Don’t know him.” Dr. Takemi’s response is instant, after a moment her eyes soften, “That, however, does look like it needs some work.”

One glance at his arm tells Goro he’s managed to irritate the wound again during his trip here. Despite the bleeding having stopped overnight it seems it's started again, red can be seen gently pooling, seeping out like an ink stain across his jacket.

“As I said. I am in need of some discreet help. I can pay whatever you charge, please don’t worry about that.”

Dr. Takemi’s chair makes a gentle scraping sound as she stands, “I’m sure you can, Mr. Detective. Come on back to the exam room and I’ll take a look.”

“Thank you.”

The decision to stay silent as she examines him is an easy one. Goro has little desire to answer more questions than is necessary. At the same time, he doesn’t want to disrupt her work. So he sits on the medical cot as she takes his arm gently and examines the deep scratches there.

Her lips press together in a not quite hidden look of concern, made more obvious by the furtive glance she gives his school uniform.

“The casualty of a case.“ Goro supplies, at last, “An ongoing one.”

She hums a reply as she works, needle in hand to start numbing the skin around the injury. It’s pink and puffy, obviously irritated from Goro’s walk over, but to his eyes free from signs of infection.

“You’re going to need quite a few stitches.” She tells him, “This is not going to be fun, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. They aren’t my first.”

The moment he says the words he knows they are the wrong sentiment to share. Takemi’s mouth presses into a thinner line, almost disappearing.

At last she asks, “Do the police not have doctors?”

Goro wants to shrug, but thinks better of it with his arm is semi immobilized, a needle hovering above it. He’d rather not add getting stabbed to the week’s events. Even an accidental one.

“They do.”

She shoots him a glance that says: So? Explain.

Goro goes for the truth, or as close to it as he can, “As an independent detective I don’t always work with them.”

“What have you done in the past when you were hurt then?”

The question comes as she begins the stitches and despite himself, Goro has to bite back a wince. It’s not a painful feeling per say, but neither is it pleasant.

“To be honest, this is the first time I’ve sustained such an injury on one of my own investigations. They are normally less dangerous.” His gaze drifts over to a sign hanging on the wall that lists the symptoms of a heart attack while he speaks, unwilling to look her directly in the eyes, “I was not expecting this one to go as poorly as it did either.”

Takemi doesn’t comment further as she works, and Goro lets it drop as well. His eyes turn back to her, or rather his arm, tracking the movement of the needle as it dips up and down, in and out of his skin. Quite a few stitches indeed.

One thing still bothers him, “You really don’t know Kurusu-kun?”

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t paying close attention earlier. Describe him?”

“Messy hair, glasses that cover most of his face, fairly nondescript aside from this air he has about him, like he’s ready to—” Ruin all your hard work, dash your plans, and have fun doing it, “Like he’s hiding something.”

“Kid, I get a lot like that here. You fit the hiding something description pretty well yourself.”

Goro coughs, surprise rattling him, “I told you—”

“Mmhm, investigation. Yep.” She finishes the stitches and deftly wraps his arm.

There is something about her posture and tone that sets off tiny alarm bells in Goro’s head, but he can’t pin it down. Even as she leans back, considering him.

“You know–”

Goro’s not sure he likes where this is going.

“You’re young, healthy, strong, and apparently don’t have a set school schedule.”

Now he has to defend himself, “While the school allows me much time off for my work, and various appearances, I am still required to attend and complete coursework.”

“All the better for me then.”

“Just what does that mean?” He’s now more than a little concerned.

She leans towards him, elbows on her thighs, chin cupped in a palm, “I’d like you to become my guinea pig.”

Goro blinks at her, genuinely surprised, “Pardon me, but what do you mean by that?”

Just what kind of person is this doctor Kurusu recommended?

Her grin is sharp, but not unkind, “I need some help with a drug I’m developing. It’s totally safe but needs some work to get it where I want it. What do you say? I can sweeten the pot with some painkillers and specialized medicine, if your line of work continues down the dangerous path it’s suddenly taken.”

Participating in an unsanctioned clinical trial is not exactly what Goro has planned to do with his incredibly limited free time, but…it could give him a real connection with her. Hadn’t he just decided that he could benefit from that kind of relationship?

Still, it won’t hurt to make sure she’s legitimate first, before diving into anything too deeply. So far she has shown herself to be competent, however he’ll feel more comfortable after doing a deep dive into her history.

“Would you give me a few days to consider your offer?” He asks.

She raises her other hand, flicking her wrist nonchalantly, bracelets clicking together merrily, “That’s fine. It’ll take time to get things set up anyway. No matter what you decide, make sure to come in when you need medical help in the future. I’d hate to see you seriously hurt because you’re trying to avoid getting fired or kicked out of school.”

He nodded, “Of course. Thank you.”

“And be sure to keep that clean. I’m going to give you an ointment to help prevent infection. The stitches should disintegrate on their own, but if you have trouble come back and I’ll do a follow up.”

A feeling of satisfaction washes over Goro as he exits the clinic. He’s looped the small bag of medicine she gave him over his good wrist, along with his soiled jacket. He’ll need to get it cleaned sooner rather than later so the stain doesn’t set.

An email ping reminds him of his phone. Takemi didn’t totally deny knowing Kurusu the second time he asked, only slid around the question.

Kurusu’s message from earlier still sits unread on his phone. The words take a second to make sense and Goro flicks back up to his earlier text. He’d told Kurusu he needed better friends. The response makes him blink.

Kurusu: Good thing I’ve got you now.

What the hell is that supposed to mean? Friends? They’ve known each other less than a day. That is not friendship. Not that he wants or needs friends. Kurusu is simply a curiosity. Just a Metaverse user who hasn’t awakened to his power yet and should be kept close so he won't accidentally interrupt Goro’s plans.

He has no reasonable response for that, so he chooses to shift the tone of the conversation. Calling Kurusu’s lie.

Goro: The doctor says she doesn’t know you.

The reply doesn’t take long.

Kurusu: I didn’t say she did. Only that I knew of her.

Goro rolls his eyes, glancing up long enough to check where he’s going as he walks down the street. If he remembers right, Sae-san’s favorite hole-in-the-wall coffee place is somewhere around here. He’s got some time before his meeting with her, and a good cup of coffee sounds like heaven right now.

Goro: You spoke like you knew her well.

The faint scent of coffee and something spicy draws him down a street. At last he sees it, plants surrounding the outside, a red sign above the door that reads: Leblanc. The name rings familiar and he’s pretty sure Sae-san’s shop of choice. The little sign outside the door tells him they serve not only coffee, but curry as well, answering the question of the spice in the air. What an odd combination, odd enough Goro knows he has to try it.

Before he can even reach for the handle, his phone rings. Goro fishes it from his pocket and scowls as Shido’s name lights up the screen. He takes a step back from the door to get out of the way. After another breath, he schools his features, knowing that even visible dislike can find its way into his voice, and takes the call.

“I’ve just received notice that Minato Takashi reported major structural issues with the rails for the subway, by both providing evidence and turning himself in for taking bribes to keep quiet about it.” Shido’s tone is cold, questioning.

Goro can’t help it, his eyes go wide. Such a change in attitude is a surprise to say the least. His actions in the Metaverse have always impacted people’s cognition, this is true. But to have such a turnaround from a conversation? He’s never considered it before, though it makes sense. If he can drive a person temporarily mad with Call of Chaos, or even make them shut down by killing their Shadow Self, talking one down doesn’t seem so strange.

It’s something Shido would never consider himself. He has always seen the Metaverse as a tool for manipulation of the worst kind. It is his own private shadow realm where he can threaten, coerce, and kill those who might get in his way. He would never dream of using it to convince someone they were doing something wrong.

It makes him wonder...

“Well that answers the question of why I couldn’t locate him yesterday.” Goro says, dropping in just enough surprise and frustration into his tone to make Shido believe he’s as in the dark by this as everyone else.

“It’s rare you miss a target.” There is something dangerous in his tone, prodding for the real reason things failed this time.

In the time Goro has been working for Shido he’s missed only four targets, with Takashi ticking that number up to five. They don’t have a formal contract between them, but what they have has worked so far. Goro follows Shido’s orders without fail, and in return receives status and power. It’s Shido’s agent that’s helped Goro find fame, and Shido’s influence that let him break free from the foster system at last. Any failure strips his usefulness away, and threatens to take him out of Shido’s orbit.

“It won’t happen again.” Goro promises, like he can even make such a promise. But he has to. He cannot fail again.

He has done too much and worked too hard to fall from grace now. Not when he can see the light at last. Shido’s laid out his plan to ascension clearly before Goro and all of the pieces are in place at last. They need only work the plan for the next few months and then, well. Then Goro’s own plans will come to fruition as well.

“See that it doesn’t.” Is all that Shido says before the line cuts dead.

His jaw works, teeth grinding together as Goro struggles to pull himself together. He hates how after all this time Shido’s disappointment still stings. No one else in the world makes him feel so small with so few words, or so happy with just as few.

He’s pathetic . Like a dog trampling after his master, begging for a little praise. Clinging to his words like they’re golden honey.

It makes him sick.

The door to the café opens, and an older couple walk out, voices filling the air about little nothings, coffee and how sweet the “new boy” is. The sound grounds Goro back in the present, reminds him why he’s here. He needs that coffee now more than ever.

Consciously, he lets his jaw loosen, and takes in a long slow breath. He holds the air in his lungs, so much of it there he might burst, and just feels the pressure for a long moment. Then just as slowly he lets it out, and the relief is palpable. It’s a simple technique that doesn’t always work, but blended with the familiar scent of coffee it does the trick today.

Just a little longer, he only has to put up with Shido a little longer and then it’ll be him hanging on Goro’s words. His life in Goro’s hands. Loki smiles at that thought too, humming with anticipation of the day they’ll finally see their revenge made real.

He rolls his shoulders and smooths his features. With his public mask firmly back in place he takes the time to make sure nothing incriminating is showing on his phone. Not that there ever is. Shido makes it a point not to put his orders in writing. They do their business face to face or over the phone.

A little notification lingers on his chat app, a reply from Kurusu.

Kurusu: You know, it’s not nice to act so suspicious after receiving help.

He snorts at that and chooses to leave his response for a little later, after he’s seated. He’s lingered in front of this building long enough.

The bell rings pleasantly behind him as he steps in and surveys the café. The ambience is perfect. The exact kind of place that Goro loves: small and cozy, covered in colors that are warm and dark. It has that kind of out of the way look that says the owner has little desire to allow trends to bend their aesthetic. Best of all, the whole place is permeated with the scent of coffee, all kinds of roasts mixing together in a divine blend that comforts rather than assaults. The scent of curry blends nicely with it, complex and mouthwatering even this early in the day. Goro is sure that by the time he leaves, the scent will have sunk into him like a second skin.

It’s quiet, no music plays to distract or draw attention. Instead there is a television that is running the news, the voices turned down so one might have to strain to hear them. Goro has a feeling there are rarely more than two customers here at a time. Especially since at this hour any café in Kichijoji or Shibuya would be at least half full. Right now, he’s the only customer.

A man works behind the counter, facing away from him as he replaces a jar on the shelf filled end to end with coffee beans.

“Welcome in.” the man says, “I’ll be with you in just a minute.”

While he waits, Goro slides onto one of the stools, draping his coat across the back of it, and hooking his bag on the end. He’s left his briefcase at home today, the item is too bulky to carry with an injured arm and still navigate the few places he has to go before returning home.

The man shifts to cleaning up dishes, left over by the previous customers Goro guesses. He doesn’t mind, he’s not in a hurry, plus this gives him a little time to respond to Kurusu.

Goro: You must admit, yesterday was rather strange. I think I’m owed a little suspicion.

Goro sends off the message with little thought to getting a response right away. It’s give and take right now as they say nothing and try to see who might bend first. A moment later, a phone pings to his left. Surprise makes him lift his eyes to see the origin of the coincidence.

Standing just at the edge of a staircase, phone in hand, mouth agape, is Akira Kurusu.

‘Crap.’ Akira thinks. ‘Crap, crap, double crap with a slice of cheese.’

Akechi is not supposed to be in Leblanc right now. He is not supposed to be in Leblanc for another few days at least, according to his plan. His carefully plotted, well formed, not totally slapped together last minute plan. The plan he is trying to follow to a T because if he messes it up then that will be it for him and Akechi and the whole stupid plan .

What good is going back in time to solve problems if no one bothers to be in the right places for those problems to be solved around them? Honestly, it’s like Akira is the only one in the bunch who actually knows the plan. The plan he’d had all of last night to come up with because apparently that’s what making a deal with Jose gives him.

Still, if he could, he’d shake Jose for being so taciturn about it all. Oh so yeah, Akira has the chance to right his mistakes this way. But dropping him practically right in Akechi’s lap with no warning had been uncalled for. Give a guy at least ten minutes to plan a thing.

Oh and tell him exactly what point in space and time he’s going to find himself in. That’d be really helpful too.

The last thing Akira needs is Akechi poking his nose into things when he shouldn’t be. Sure yes, he had screwed up by being so familiar and open about the whole Dr. Takemi thing before immediately claiming he’d just moved there. That was stupid, he’s a big enough man to admit that.

But is Akechi really so suspicious that a slip like that might make him decide to take a closer look at him already? Of course he is. Akechi is nothing but suspicion and lies wrapped up in a pretty smile and false niceties. Any mistake on Akira’s part is sure to set off all of his alarm bells.

If the universe was kind to either of them, Akira never would have needed to go back in time. He and Akechi could have met earlier.

He knows they could be great friends with a little more time. Being rivals is a given, but given a real chance, Akira knows he can pierce through Akechi’s shell and find not just a rival or an ally, but a friend hiding underneath.

He wonders if meeting him the day of his arrival in Tokyo is early enough. If he’d had his way, his wish , it would have been years. Before either of them even knew what the Metaverse is. But the universe has never really been truly kind to either of them.

Jose has always been kind to him though and Akira thinks perhaps he is something a little universe like.

The short time he’s been given will simply have to be enough. It’s the only second chance he’s going to get.

“Akechi, what are you doing here?”

He steps out of the alcove and over to where Akechi is seated. It’s shocking seeing him here, in the same chair he has always picked, looking at him with the same kind of amusement he’d frequently show well into their friendship. It makes Akira want to be just as familiar with him, to lean into jokes and confidences they haven’t created yet. To talk with an Akechi still waiting in the wings.

He’s already slipped up though, as Akechi’s eyes go just a little wide at Akira’s casual address for him. Never one to let on too much, that look is all Akira gets to let him know he’s probably moving too fast.

The thing is, he can’t help it. It’s so good to see Akechi again. When he’d come flying out in Mementos, Persona in the air, Akira had almost stopped breathing. He hadn’t expected it. Hadn’t expected him so soon. But there he had been, Black Mask and all, six seconds away from scruffing him like a cat.

He’d almost flung himself at him. It had taken everything in him not to, his mind screaming wait, don’t fuck this up idiot. Don’t scare him off. Don’t get him killed again.

It doesn’t stop his skin from itching, his hands feeling empty, his heart being an aching, excited mess that still can’t quite believe any of it is real. Because he’s alive. He’s here in Leblanc sitting in his usual seat, looking at Akira like he wants to pick him apart under a microscope to see what makes him tick. And alive.

Akira will do everything in his power to make sure he stays that way.

Akehi raises his arm, the sleeve is rolled up and a bandage has been expertly wrapped around it, neater than Akira has ever been able to manage.

“I took your advice and went to visit Takami-san.” He raises an eyebrow at him, “Or have you already forgotten our conversation about her not knowing you?”

The phone in his palm buzzes again, reminding him of Akechi’s unread message. At the sound, the other boy smirks. What an ass.

He'd missed him so much.

Akira needs five minutes to put himself together but instead he’s faced with Akechi looking deeply amused at the predicament he’s in right now. He shoves the phone in his back pocket, and prays it doesn’t fall out. No need to reply when Akechi is right here.

“Right!” He pastes on a smile they both know is forced, and rubs the back of his neck, “I’m sorry I’m just so surprised to see you here, it’s a school day.”

To his ears, he sounds like he’s panicking. He wonders if Akechi can hear the same thing. Though Akira doesn’t know what he’d even think if that were the case. The last thing Akechi could suspect him of is being a time traveler…right?

The eyebrow seemingly arches higher, “It seems neither of us are where we are supposed to be then.”

Sojiro saves him by turning around at last, taking notice of both boys. Akira tries not to give him a panicked look, and thinks he succeeds. Unfortunately for him, this Sojiro hardly knows him and still thinks he’s trouble packaged in messy hair and glasses. Arriving late his first day had done nothing to help mitigate that little issue either.

Sojiro puts a hand on his hip and in a disappointed tone Akira hasn’t heard in almost two years says, “I told you not to bother my customers.”

If Akechi keeps upping the smugness of his look he’s afraid the other boy’s eyebrow might just pop off and take off towards outer space.

“Is this your boss?” He asks, tone infuriatingly even.

“Boss?” Sojiro barks out a laugh, “Sure, with the amount of cleaning he’s done since he got here it’s a fair enough title.” He holds a hand out to Akechi, “Sojiro Sakura, I take it you’re one of his friends?”

“Indeed. We became acquainted yesterday in fact.”

He’s forgotten how perfectly polished Akechi is when wearing his Detective Prince mask. Akira’s too used to the Akechi who’d warmed up to him, and the one who freely threw barbs and insults at him like endearments. This Akechi is like a doll, face just so, voice pitched perfectly pleasant, smile devoid of life. Akira’s stomach rolls.

“Makes sense, this guy only just got here.”

Akira could kiss Sojiro, he’d probably hate that, but that doesn’t stop him wanting to express his undying gratitude. No way can Akechi still think he’s been lying about moving recently with that unprompted statement.

He shoots his own smug look at Akechi, giving him his best “told ‘ya” grin. It does little to squash the amusement glittering behind Akechi’s eyes. He’s having fun playing with Akira, and piecing together this new element in his life. Akira has little intention of letting him know everything about himself just yet. Mystery is how he caught him in the first place.

“I see.” Akechi flashes Sojiro a smile, his expression pulling into something like a predator, eager and plotting, or at least that’s what Akira reads in the tone and sharpening of his eyes. Everyone else sees the pleasant boy he's worked so hard to polish, especially when he says, “Still, Kurusu is someone I can see myself becoming close friends with.”

Liar . Akira knows full well that all Akechi is worried about right now is just how much trouble this other Metaverse user will be to him. Every second and word between them is a calculation to determine just how much of a stumbling block Akira might be to his plans. And boy, what a stumbling block Akira plans to be. If he can pull this off Akechi’s plans are going to go off the rails far earlier than he could ever imagine. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll have a real shot at redemption this time.

Sojiro grunts, the sound almost amused, “Well, what’ll it be? Might as well get you both a cup and let you talk.”

After a brief glance up at the menu Akira answers, “Blue Mountain.” He shoots a surprised look at Akechi as he hears his words doubled, the other boy having answered the same thing at the same time.

Sojiro only shakes his head, and starts working on the coffee.

Silence settles between them until both cups rest steaming in front of them. Akira has taken the seat by Akechi, since it would be silly to stand in such circumstances. Sojiro tries not to make a show of watching both of them try their coffee, wiping up a nonexistent drop off the counter while surreptitiously eyeing them. Sojiro has never been very good at hiding how much he cares for very long, whether that’s about coffee or the kids in his life.

Akira doesn’t have to pretend to enjoy the drink. He’s been dying for a cup of this for weeks now. Only his Sojiro was waiting on a shipment, and he couldn’t very well ask for a cup after slinking in late on his first day under this one’s care.

So he smiles into the cup, breathing deeply, and savors the familiar scent. Akira loves making coffee, but his will never taste exactly like Sojiro’s just like Sojiro’s will never taste like his. It is a treat when his adopted father makes him a mug.

“This is incredible, Sakura-San.” It’s the first genuinely honest thing Akira’s heard from Akechi in this timeline, the words said with real enjoyment as his eyes light up, “Far better than anything I’ve had before. Sae-san was right about this place.”

“Sae-san? As in Sae Niijima?” Sojiro frowns.

“Yes.” Akechi’s tone is pleasant, “We work together on cases sometimes.”

“On cases?” Sojiro askes, frowning at Akechi, “I thought you looked kind of familiar. You’re that detective kid who's on tv sometimes.” His gaze turns on Akira, and something mischievous comes over his features, “Quite the find for a first friend here.”

Quite the find indeed. Almost as if fate had thrown Akira directly into his path. Thank goodness it hadn’t literally dropped him on Akechi, or made him materialize in front of him or something so painfully direct. That would have been impossible to explain.

“Just lucky like that.” Akira shrugs between sips of blessedly good coffee, “Maybe Akechi will even introduce me to Niijima-san soon.” He turns to smile at his friend, but Akechi’s not paying attention to him, his gaze instead on his phone.

“Akechi?” Akira asks.

He jerks his head up, blinking, “I apologize. It seems I misremembered the time for a meeting.”

He scoops the required yen for his coffee from his pocket and sets it on the counter. The next second, he’s on his feet, tossing his jacket over his shoulder and giving the coffee a forlorn look. He’s hardly had any time at all to drink it.

Without really thinking, Akira stands too and steps behind the counter. He moves automatically, years of practice guiding his hands as he scoops a to-go cup from Sojiro’s secret stash and starts pouring Akechi’s coffee into it. Sojiro doesn’t do takeout, claiming it’s far too much trouble. However, on occasion he’ll give a longtime customer a cup on the way out. He’ll start carrying more now that Akira’s here, and Akira will be able to track his growing affection by how gently he’s handed the cup as he finishes his curry in the mornings.

Sojiro either doesn’t notice or care that Akira’s made himself at home in the café after less than 24 hours living there. Instead, he’s taken Akechi’s money over to the register. Dimly Akira hears them discussing a receipt.

Akira adds the extra from the carafe when he notices the cup isn’t full enough, and adds in a little sugar and cream, to balance it out the way Akechi likes this blend, before giving it a quick stir. He pops the lid on top and slides it over to him with a grin.

“Since you liked it so much.” he explains.

Akechi’s lips twist into an odd kind of frown, like he’s not sure how to react to this display of barista prowess Akria’s just put on. But he takes the cup, holding it carefully in the hand not currently carrying a small bag and his jacket.

He takes a step away from the bar and stops, turning his gaze directly on Akira, “Thank you. I am sorry to have to leave so quickly, I had wanted to discuss yesterday further with you.”

Akira waves him off, “Tomorrow, after school.”

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studywgabi · 9 months ago

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Learning the Hard Way

How on-brand of me to be ghosted, not by a boyfriend (impossible, as I've never even had one to be ghosted by), but by a professor, on two (2) separate occasions. I'm currently technically a college sophomore in my high school's early college program, so I'm two for two, and hoping to keep up my perfect score next year. As I reflect on the triumphs and sorrows of the first bloom of my youth, I invite you to join me on this journey to seek that elusive bird of innocence and memory.

Dr. #1:

English 101, my very first quarter of college when I was 16. What I had was support: financial, academic, and emotional, but what I didn't have was common sense. I failed miserably and I emailed him obsessively over winter break trying to get an incomplete on my transcript instead of an F. He never replied. In 3 weeks. To any of my 15 emails. It took much longer than it should have, but eventually I got what he was trying to say. By that point, winter quarter classes had started and I added a remedial English class late.

I completely understood: it was winter break, he was with his family, and it's not his job to solve my problems. But all I wanted was a response, whether positive or negative, so that I could move on.

Dr. #2:

Present-day, winter quarter, Math 95, one of my last few graduation requirements. I found out my major's requirements had changed late in fall quarter, and again, spent weeks trying to get in contact with a professor. His class was full, so I was asking him to overload me. When the deadline for professors to add students to their classes was in a few days (three weeks into the quarter), I got my academic advisor involved and asked her to send the professor an email. Still no reply. She said my emails weren't clear enough and that professors usually only responded to emails from their current students anyway.

Finally (around the seventh email), I resorted to (and I'm not proud of this) sweet Southern belle style threats: "Dear Dr. #1, Good morning, sir! This is Daniella Castillo again, I just wanted to follow up on adding Math 95 this quarter. I just checked and I saw that I was removed from the waitlist and that there are now two seats available. My ass would be honored to sit in either of seats, sir. All other Math 95 times conflict with my other classes, so I would really appreciate it if you would please give me your permission to add this class, so much so that I would sacrifice a goat in your worship. I know it is the second week and if you are no longer adding students I completely understand, but I respectfully ask that you please confirm that with me either way so that I can make a plan for my academic future. I know the beginning of the quarter's a busy time for you, my lord, so please let me know what you decide so that Ms. Advisor and I can be out of your fabulous hair! I hope you had a great start to the quarter and I look forward to hearing from you! Happy New Year!"

That worked! He replied: "Go to the advising center. The math department runs all of its permission codes through them." Verbatim, no greeting, no sign-off, and zero Southern pizzazz.

My dad is a college professor and he's literally Jane Bennett, the kindest, most beautiful teen girl in all of Meryton. Yeah, it's a bit (a lot) pathetic, but I sat on his lap while I cried over this. I mean, they were deciding whether or not I graduated. It was weeks of just waiting, ruminating, losing sleep, not knowing what was going to happen to me while trying to keep up with everything else that was going on. I agonized over every email, spent 45 minutes writing two sentences, consulted other people to make sure they were polite and professional and clear enough, re-read them a million times after I'd already sent them, prayed that someone would just give me some information about what was going to happen to me instead of ignoring me. And now, I'm such an idiot that I want to double major next year, and go to grad school, and get a Ph.D. (I hope). Is this my normal for the next 20 years?

College: the best years of your life. Go Titans!

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r1kysblog · 1 year ago

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Avatar ANG a character I've always seen as mirror of three every powerful yogis,krishna vasudeva, gautama Siddhartha, Adiyogi shiva,

In each of these three legendary being, are quality, potential and possibilities, that I think Ang has, that if he was a real being he would have sweep threw the yogic process of liberation with such ease that it would make buddha and krishna his equal,

Imma start by telling you abt each of these three characters, first up,

krishna, the lover, the prankster, the playful, the fighter, the kingmaker, the lawgiver, the statesman, krishna is know for his immense love, joy,happiness, bliss, everything abt him just screamed the highest form of pleasantness,

Gautama buddha, a yogi ova the mind, he's spent 6 years as a seeker on the yogic pass, it is in the tradition that realization is the goal, not attainment, in this awareness he set abt dispelling every form of inner constructs of the mind everything his mind created before he became a seeker he destroyed, and so one day under that now famous bodhhi tree he found peace of mind, thus liberation Nirvana

Adiyogi is significant to every human alive because this being is the first yogi. He is the man that opened all the gates to humankind, without him, we wouldn't have krishna, buddha, gorakh Nath, or other very power yogi, because of Adiyogi this earth has witnessed thousands of realized being, powerful people, beautiful people, glorious people,not just in India, spirituality is said to have be given to humanity threw the 7 sages or saptarishi, who are the deciple of shiva,

Now Ang, in my mind, I've seen Ang character, and I hear people say he's boring or two nice, but I don't think he's boring or just nice, to me he is one Hella guy, but like krishna, Ang has that type of love that can be playful, joyful, and compassionate, and so like krishna love, Ang love keeps him evolved with just abt anything, this right here, Ang ability to be evolved in the moment is what krishna life was all abt, but going threw life no matter what happens but with love in his heart, Ang love for katara is one krishna had to many people, there is a yogic process could bhakti yog, yoga of emotions or devotion, or to be devoid of oneself, soo I'd say falling in love, this here is a significant word, couse Ang fell hard to the point he denied his own cosmic nature for katara, this is someone who doesn't need a big idea abt who he is, as fare as he concerned he packed up full of love for her, like who the fk cares if you ain't got money or big brains or what, Ang knew love in all its beauti and that is worth more then fancy ideas,

Ang the seeker, or gautam the seeker, from day one Ang life after katara saved him, his life was on the move and he was made to be both aware, alert and responsible for himself his friends and the world, as a seeker it is best to be alert thus you don't miss any possibilities, aware so you can map out the depth of ur ignorance, and responsibility to know that what happen, happen because ur making it happen, responsibility if you look at it from an understanding of union and unity of life couse and effect, then ur whole being is talking and listening to everything in the cosmos, or responding, like gautam, Ang finds peace, but it doesn't End there no,

This is where Ang next journey begins, and one i believe could change atla, soo ADIYOGI or shiva. It's my belief that because of the ancient lion turtle, Ang has been given the seed of possibility. In yoga, they call this kriya yog, and sense the time of shiva, yogi have been transmitting knowledge,experience,or energy through many form of practice but the most legendary way of transmitting it, is threw energy,I've made a post abt my thought on the potential of energy bending but it doesn't complete what I think,only bits and pieces of my thoughts,

Energy in yog is described as a serpent or Shakti, so believe it or not Shakti husband is Shiva, he is the one she dance for, shiva means no thing, but it is said threwout the world that nothingness is the foundation for energy, so Shakti dances and shiva sits and allows her to express her nature,

Ang and katara relationships are like a cosmic dance, in that Ang allows her to grow before him, doesn't interfere, but is ever so involved, he is there for her wen is needed and is still , silent and stable for katara to grow and dance and build on, look at katara growth, Ang life is that type of foundation or ambiance that grace her with a new possibility, one of freedom, strength, love, compassion, and continual growth,

Ang now given the power of the lion turtle opens up a new possibility one I believe could have change the atla vers forever, in my eyes just like Shiva Adiyogi was for human kind, Ang has that type of potential, to create such a spiritual bomb that it could create hundren thousands of power being in atla, Anyway I'm tired I'm going to sleep byy

#ang #kataang #antizutara #atla #angxkatara

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 1 year ago

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June 21st.

Kokichi’s birthday wasn’t ever a date he felt the need to care for in the slightest. Just a date on a piece of paper he was shown in his files at the orphanage he lived in all his life.

No parents to buy him big gifts or make a cake.

No friends to simply wish him a celebration of his birth.

All he ever gotten over the years what the title of a new age from a date on a paper and maybe some kicks or arm punches from the rowdy kids who try to count his age through pains and at a young age be forced to take a picture in a skirt or a dress for the sake of the orphan mothers to update his file.

So it really shouldn’t have been a shock when asked what he wanted to do for his birthday and his response was, “Hm? Oh I don’t care, let’s just ignore it.”

Well, Shuichi, Kokichi’s dear sweet boyfriend of three years now, was more than surprised sitting across from the violet eyed cutie in the local Starbuck of their living area sipping his Caffe Americano. Kokichi just shrugged at the look, “It’s really no big deal Shumai. Birthdays have always been a silly thing to me, remember? I’m perfectly fine just acting like it’s another day.” Shuichi’s eyes narrow in a sad expression as he leans forward and spoke, “But we’ve done some things for your birthday like dinner-” “Dinner is a normal thing since it can be a simple dinner not a birthday thing. Honest, Shumai, I really don’t mind not celebrating my birthday.”

Shuichi sighs and leans back in his chair, listening to Kokichi’s changed sentence topic while he watches him talk with a smile, feeling his stomach turn in question. Yeah he understands why Kokichi dislikes his birthday but he still desires to prove he’s worthy of a good birthday. For a few years now the little gremlin has made the birthdays among his friends and the lovers including Shuichi himself special beyond words. Hosting great dinner parties, Gifts they all love, The pure energy he brings, Not to mention the first birthday the two spent as a large relationship with their good friends and fellow survivors of the killing game of Danganronpa he went out of his way and comfort zone to give Shuichi a good birthday in a good trip in Japan’s countryside with all of them and ending the night with his favorite true crime documentary.

All he wants to do is make Kokichi feel special like he was to them.

Kokichi walked alongside Miu after a long shift of work in their workshop, the sky was a beautiful blue purple like shade with the lighter shaded clouds like cotton candy sprinkled over a backdrop.

The strawberry blonde woman wraps an arm around the smaller with a smile, “So,” Said she, “What do you want to eat for dinner lil man?” Kokichi giggles and thinks for a moment with a finger pressed against his chin. “Hmm~ How about curry?” Miu smiled bigger and gave him a squeeze, chirping, “Hell yeah! Got you boo!”

The two soon made it to the steps of the door of their shared home, unlocking the emerald painted and golden paint covered fake vines door, and removed their shoes to their indoor slippers when they got past the door. The dark haired gentleman reaches for the light switch, but stops when Miu drags him further into the home, snickering. “What are you doing Miu?” He asked, confusion more clear in his voice than his body language.

He flinched when a sudden light shined in front of him, as his purple eyes focused soon he recognized the faces of his dears as well as his childhood best friends, his D.I.C.E. followers if you will, standing in the living room smiling and eagerly welcoming him in. Confusion and slight annoyance dread swirled in his chest as he looked at all of them and soon Shuichi who walked over to him with a smile and a wine glass full of what he assumed at first was wine but as soon as he saw the shade and bubbles he knew it was grape Fanta. “What’s going on?” He asked, accepting the glass handed to them as well as Shuichi’s hand holding his other. The detective smiled and said, “I know you don’t like your birthday, but none of us wanted to leave you alone on this day. To you your birthday was a day no one cared but to us, it’s a day you were brought to us and if you allow us to, to love and adore you now and forever more.”

Kokichi felt his eyes tear up in small tears before he got to his toes and gave Shuichi a smooch on his lips and a smile and a tiny mischievous cackle.

#danagnronpa #kokichi oma #gonta x himiko x rantaro x korekiyo x angie x shuichi x kokichi x miu #gona x himiko x rantaro x korekiyo x angie x shuchi x kokichi x miu x kiibo #fictional character birthday

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 3 years ago

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How the OP boys would react to you encasing your head in their pecs part 4

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 (here)

It had been a long day, all you had wanted since you woke up was to go see your boyfriend. But at long last, you dragged yourself to the quarters that you share with your wonderful boyfriend.

Law

It was four in the morning when you were finished maintaining the primary water pumps. As the sub's engineer, you were the only one who could do that task, and they needed regular upkeep. But that meant you were often up late repairing and maintaining the sub's machinery. Thankfully your boyfriend, Law was always up at this time. So when you trudged down the hall, you were unsurprised to see Law with a thermos of coffee in his hand. He nodded his head at you cordially and asked if you just finished for the night.

You were so tired all you could manage was a half-hearted nod. He nodded in response and took a sip of his coffee. At this moment the submarine lurched, as a wave hit the side of the craft. You yipped as you were thrown into Law's chest. A second wave slammed into the sub from the opposite direction making both of you fly back into the wall behind him. Law promptly flipped both of you over so he was on top of you. He quickly roomed both of you into quarters, all while still drinking from his thermos. You were squished between him and a wall which was very uncomfortable. As Law waited for the waves to stop, you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into his chest. The two of you barely got to see each other, despite living and working together on the same sub. Law groaned in complaint around sips of coffee. When you ignored his complaints he pressed his full weight against you

Eustass Kid

The party had kept going, the crew had been at it for hours, playing a stupid and very drunk game of truth or dare. You had been tasked with making sure everyone made it to bed and no one fell overboard. You had also been up since before sunrise and were very tired and wanted nothing more than to go to bed. You had begged the crew for mercy, and to go to bed so you could also sleep. Emma, being mischievous, grinned at you and said, "Fine, but you have put your head on the captain's chest and squish those fat knockers of his against your head."

The rest of the crew grinned and nodded their heads. They seemed to ship the two of you, for reasons beyond you. But they didn't know you and Eustass had been dating for months, although you felt they were starting to suspect it. You rolled your eyes and sighed, " fine, off to bed."

After helping the crew stumble to bed, you made your way to Eustass's quarters. When you got there, the man himself was standing over his desk at the far end of the room. Eustass looked over at you and mumbled, "they finally turn in for the night?"

You ambled over to stand in front of him and sighed, "yes, but only in return for a dare."

"A dare," Kid echoed, confused as to what you meant.

You nodded and said, " They dared me to squish my head in your, and I quote, 'fat knockers'. "

Eustass huffed, "of course they did," as he dropped a stack of papers on his desk.

You looked at his pecs and after a moment of abstract contemplation, you pressed your head against them. Eustass froze as you grabbed him by the back of the knees, yelping when you lifted him up and deposited him on the surface of his desk. You lifted your hands and cupped his muscles and squished them together. Your captain blushed when you made eye contact with him from between his pecs. At the sight of your cheeky grin, Eustass gritted his teeth and snarled, "Just who the fuck do you think you are, manhandling me like that!"

You giggled, " such a cute blush on my handsome boy."

Eustass grabbed your hair, and grinned, "oh now you've done it."

Killer

You had spent all day scrubbing blood from the cabinets in the kitchen. The Captain had gone on a rampage during the last fight. He had cut down enemies that had sought shelter from his wrath in the kitchen. It was late, and you were tired, so you threw the scrub brush in the sink, and headed to your room. Killer was sitting on the bed, folding clothes, and putting them away in a nearby dresser. He looked up at me and said, "welcome home dear."

You smile at him and toddle over, eagerly holding out your hands to get a hug. Soon as he was in reach you knelt on the floor in front of him, you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your cheek against his chest. You squeezed him in your embrace mushing his pecs against your face. Killer chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, and began to lay kisses all over the crown of your head. You laughed as he lifted you off the floor and pulled you into the bed. you leaned up and kissed him on the nose as you pulled away Killer said, "you have blood on your face."

You grumbled, "yeah, courtesy of our lovely captain."

"Sorry about that, I'll be free to help you clean up tomorrow." Killer hummed as he flopped down onto his back.

Rayleigh

You and Shakky had had a long day at the bar, so many rude customers, so many messes. The two of you had finished and headed up to the loft where the two of you lived with Rayleigh. Although he was rarely ever home, it was usually just the two of you. Shakky had entered the room before you, you heard her gasp from down the stairs.

"Shakky is everything alright?" You called out.

"Everything is fine, it's just Rayleigh is home." She replied.

You hurried up the stairs to see her hugging Rayleigh over the back of his chair. You hurried forward and stood in front of him and asked, "when did you get home?" He lounged in his armchair, a book in his lap and a scotch on the rocks in his hand.

Rayleigh tossed his book on the side table, and said, "only a few minutes ago," as he pulled you to sit between his legs.

You buried your head in his chest and purred, "we missed you." Shakky hummed in agreement, and Rayleigh smiled. He put his glass on your head, and rubbed your back, as he cupped Shakky's cheek and kissed her cheek. Rayleigh murmured, " I missed you both as well my loves."

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starryhyuck · 4 years ago

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pretty girl. (m)

pairing: alpha!jaemin x reader

words: 4.3k+

summary: you hate that jaemin follows you around every full moon. you’re determined to know the reason why, but you end up getting more than you asked for.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: large amounts of cum, manhandling, breeding, knotting, overstimulation, fingering, hair pulling, rough sex, oral sex

“It’s dangerous for you to be out here.”

You blink twice at Jaemin, who is hovering protectively over your form. As your best friend, Jaemin’s always been cautious of you because of his alpha instincts. This oddly includes finding him in your apartment on random days, cooking you dinner because you ‘can’t make it yourself,’ walking you around campus and glaring at anyone who glances your way, and finally, following you to places he should never be at anyways. Tonight falls under the last category, where you were itching to have a nice time with some of your group partners in your Economics class. You all collectively agreed that grabbing drinks at the nearby bar on campus was a good idea. Everything was going perfectly until Jaemin came storming into the bar, almost pushing one of your friends from his spot next to you.

You awkwardly clear your throat, laughing breathily as you stand, trying to move Jaemin away from the table. You can feel the heavy stares of your classmates on your back, and you try your best to ignore it. Once you’re out of earshot, you mumble lowly to him.

“Uh, Jaem, why are you here?”

He frowns at you. The expression on his face is clearly one of disappointment. “It’s a full moon. You shouldn’t be out here, especially if there are other alphas lurking around.”

You tend to frequently forget that Jaemin gets extremely clingy when the full moon rises, and he often perceives most of the population as a threat to your life. In fact, you’re both very good friends with Jeno, another fellow alpha on campus. Jeno’s shown time after time that he has absolutely no interest in you, but when the full moon appears, Jaemin’s convinced that Jeno wants to kidnap you and keep you locked in his dorm forever.

You sigh. “Jaemin, I’m fine. I’m just hanging out with my friends. There are no alphas around, I promise.”

His frown grows deeper. “I passed two of them on the way here. They could have easily hurt you.”

“How about you have a drink with us?” You offer, knowing his worries aren’t subsiding anytime soon. “You can relax and make sure I’m safe.”

The tension in his shoulders loosen at your suggestion, and he hesitantly agrees. You order a beer for him and he reluctantly follows you back to the table. Your friends are eyeing him warily.

“Everyone, this is Jaemin,” you introduce awkwardly. “Is it okay if he joins us?”

Jeongyeon is the first to speak, despite everyone’s reluctance. “Sure, the more the merrier!”

You toss her a grateful smile and Jaemin slides in next to you, unaware of the looks he’s receiving. Luckily, Seulgi launches into a discussion about her day before anyone else can comment. It isn’t long before Chanwoo leans over to whisper in your ear, causing Jaemin to stiffen beside you.

“Is your friend okay? He looks like he hates all of us.”

You brush off Chanwoo’s question. “He’s fine, just tense. Rough time in the semester, you know?”

Chanwoo nods but doesn’t seem convinced by your answer. No one else approaches you about Jaemin for the rest of the time, and the boy next to you chooses to remain silent. You bid goodbye to the group at the end of the night with Jaemin giving subtle nods to each of them. He still hovers protectively over you on the walk back to the campus dorms.

“You really didn’t have to come out tonight,” you mumble to your best friend as he walks alongside you. “I was fine on my own.”

“You’re not fine on nights like these,” he responds, and you can hear the frustration in his tone. “You don’t know what’s out there.”

You huff and stop in your tracks, turning around to face him. You cross your arms over your chest.

“No one is going to hurt me! No one has ever tried to hurt me on a full moon, it’s just your imagination! It’s annoying how much you follow me around, Jaemin, seriously.”

He’s visibly hurt by your outburst and you instantly feel regret. You can almost feel him shutting you away, and it pulls at your chest. He motions to your dorm, which is only a few feet away from where you’re standing.

“Good night. I hope you sleep well.”

“Jaemin-“

You watch as your best friend scurries down the sidewalk, not sparing a single glance back at you.

—

You startle Jeno the next day, pounding on his door and ignoring the glares you’re receiving in his hallway. The boy sleepily opens the door up for you, hair sticking out in multiple directions. He mumbles something under his breath and you ignore him, pushing through and entering his room.

“Well, come on in,” he hisses sarcastically.

You have no time to humor him. “Are alphas usually super clingy and annoying?”

He pauses at the question, closing the door slowly. You raise an eyebrow at his hesitation.

“Um, is this about Jaemin?”

“Maybe,” you drawl, watching Jeno carefully. He definitely knows something he’s not telling you about. “And what if it was?”

“Then I would say you need to talk to Jaemin.”

You roll your eyes. “Jeno!”

“What?” He retorts, avoiding your eyes as much as possible. “It’s not my place to say.”

“I don’t care if it’s your place or not,” you say, frustrated by your lack of alpha knowledge. You’ve tried to learn more since Jaemin presented himself, but it was difficult since many alpha secrets were kept between alphas only. “I need to know what’s going on with him. He’s been following me around every full moon like he’s expecting me to get mugged or something!”

Jeno exhales loudly. “He hasn’t talked to you? About anything?”

You huff. “Jeno, if I needed answers, I wouldn’t be standing here with you.”

The more you talk, the more Jeno grows uncomfortable. It almost seems like it pains him to say anything about Jaemin without him present, and it’s getting on your nerves. Jaemin usually never keeps secrets from you and it must be pretty big if Jeno is barely holding himself together.

Jeno finally speaks after you watch him run circles in his head. “What do you know about mates? Alpha mates?”

You frown, tilting your head to the side. “Mates? I didn’t even know alphas had mates.”

“They’re chosen specifically by an alpha. Someone the alpha has a connection to, someone they would like to spend the rest of their life with.”

He’s still not making any sense to you. Does Jaemin have a mate? Is it someone you know?

Jeno can see the gears spinning and he scoffs. He whispers something under his breath that you can’t hear.

“You need to talk to Jaemin about this. I really can’t say any more.”

You spare Jeno the interrogation and leave his room, thoughts swirling in your head. He’s given you everything and nothing at once, and you don’t even know if Jaemin will offer anything better. You trek over to his dorm anyways, on a mission.

His eyes soften when he sees you behind the door. It tugs at your heartstrings and he motions for you to come inside. The awkward tension drowns the room and you sway on your feet.

“I’m sorry,” he says first. “I know I made you uncomfortable by being with your friends last night, and I should’ve stayed away. I just get very worried around the full moon because-“

“What are alpha mates?”

Jaemin chokes, not expecting your question. You watch as he gathers himself again, and this time, he can’t bear to look at you.

“Where did you hear that from?”

“Jeno.”

Jaemin curses lowly. You frown, your gaze never faltering. You can practically see him trying to come up with some type of excuse.

“Jaemin, I want the truth.”

He sighs. “Can you sit down? Please?”

You reluctantly follow his request, taking a seat on his bed. He paces around the room, looking more nervous than you’ve ever seen him before. You begin to grow antsy while watching him.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.”

His head snaps up to look at you, heart breaking at the dejected look on your face. He shakes his head and takes a seat next to you.

“I do, I want to tell you everything. I just want you to have a choice first,” he states, staring at you as if you hold all the answers.

You frown and shake your head. “What choice? You’re not making any sense.”

“I, uh, I unknowingly bonded myself to you. You became my mate, and I realized it too late. We spent too much time together and I should have taken a step back before it got too serious. I was just- I’m never in the correct headspace when I’m around you, and it causes me to impulsively make decisions. I can’t break the bond unless I wish to die a slow death, but if you want me to, I can try.”

You’re spiraling. Your brain is short circuiting, and you’re unsure of what to say in response. Your best friend has just confessed that he bonded himself to you for life, which probably runs deeper than marriage. If you reject him, he’ll die a painful death.

Wonderful.

Jaemin starts freaking out, standing back up and resuming his pacing. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have said anything. I should have left weeks ago, I shouldn’t even be bothering you with this. Listen, we can forget this ever happened. I’ll just- I’ll figure something out. Surely, I can break the bond-“

“Jaemin,” you say timidly. He stops in his tracks at the sound of your voice. “I think I’m okay with being your mate. I mean, I’d rather have it be you than anyone else. Not like you’re my second choice or anything! I just-“

He kneels down, his hands resting on the expanse of your thighs, causing you to jolt at the contact. His hands feel oddly warm, and it’s sending a plethora of dirty thoughts to your head.

“I don’t want you to do this because you feel bad,” he speaks softly. “If you don’t want this, we don’t have to do it. It’s my fault, and I’ll pay the price.”

You protest. “No, I’m doing this because I want to-“

“It’s a big decision-“

“I know that, and I-“

“I hardly think you’ve thought through this carefully-“

“Don’t tell me what I haven’t done-“

“I’ll just move away. It’ll be easier for the both of us that way.”

“Jaemin,” you hiss, placing your hands on his shoulders to stop him. “Can you quit being so difficult? I’m telling you I want to be with you and your rejection is making me feel upset.”

His expression falls. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I don’t want to cage you in, that’s all.”

“You aren’t caging me in,” you promise him. “Can you tell me what being a mate entails?”

He flushes deep red, and you grow anxious once again. He removes his hands from your thighs and you silently wish he kept them there. He stands again, avoiding your questioning gaze.

“Um, well, technically- I mean, it’s just-“

“Jaemin,” you say sternly. “Stop dancing around the subject.”

He clears his throat. “Technically, we’re not fully mated yet. In order to complete the bonding process, we need to- um, well, we need to-“

“Jaemin!”

“We need to fuck!”

That definitely floors you. You blink at him, not believing what he said. You haven’t slept with anyone in months. You’re not going to lie — you’ve thought about Jaemin in that way a handful of times, mostly when it’s late at night and you’re left with an imaginative mind. You didn’t realize it could ever become a reality.

He starts rambling again. “Of course, I don’t want to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I can’t imagine me putting my dick anywhere near you is appealing at the moment, so we can probably just forget it and-“

You say his name again to bring him out of his thoughts. “Can we try?”

He sputters, more than the last time. “W-What?”

“I mean, it can’t hurt, right? I trust you.”

“U-Uh, um, uh, I-“ He short circuits in front of you, struggling to find coherent words.

You don’t give him time to second guess again, immediately falling to your knees and reaching for the band of his sweatpants.

“Woah, woah, wait, let me just-“

Your mouth waters when you pull his cock out from his briefs, the tip already red and leaking. You don’t know if it’s because he’s an alpha, but his cock is absurdly large and thick. You can barely wrap your hand around the base and the thought of taking him into your mouth is daunting, but you would regret it if you didn’t try. You take an experimental lick, watching the way Jaemin struggles above you.

“Slow down, we don’t have to do this now-“

You ignore him again, enveloping the tip in your mouth as he releases a long groan. Your eyes flutter shut, pushing him deeper and deeper into your throat. You run your tongue along the base of his cock, licking and swallowing him. He’s barely holding on to the last string of his control, and you can tell by the way his hands are clenched at his sides.

You decide to push him further, casually deepthroating him and locking your gaze with his. The sound of you choking on him snaps him awake, and it isn’t long before he’s gripping your hair and throwing you on his bed. You squeal at the force of his movements. He pushes you on your stomach, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass.

He hisses in your ear. “You’re going to be a good girl for your alpha, aren’t you?”

“I’ll be good, alpha,” you keen. “I’m good for you.”

“Yeah?” He grunts, watching as you arch your back. “You’ve been waiting a long time for me, haven’t you?”

“So long,” you practically sob. “Just want my alpha to make me feel good.”

You hear the rip of your skirt and he tears the fabric of your top, tossing both items across the room. He’s feral at this point and you have no intention of stopping him. It feels electrifying to have him this close to you, touching you in all the places you never thought before.

Even though he’s your best friend, it feels as if he’s been doing this with you for years. He doesn’t feel like a stranger as he grabs your waist, finger running up and down your clothed slit.

“Aw, pretty girl, look at how wet you are for me,” he muses, pulling your underwear down to fully see you. “So beautiful. Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you whimper. “All for you, just for you.”

You see stars when he sinks his finger into you, moaning at his touch. You hear him murmur behind you.

“So so perfect, so pretty and wet. You’re so good for your alpha.”

You flourish under Jaemin’s praises, his eyes observing as you submit further to him. You wish you read more on the subject of alphas and their mates. The way Jaemin’s touching you is sending your mind into overdrive, and you’re not even sure what to do when you hear the slick of your cunt as he slides another finger into you. He’s cooing at you, chanting how you’re such a ‘good girl’ for him.

You shut your eyes as he builds a steady pace with his fingers, brushing against your sweet spot. You moan loudly, not registering the volume of your voice. He doesn’t seem to mind you being loud either.

“Such pretty noises,” he hums, digging his other hand into your side and picking up the pace inside of you. You cry and squirm away from him, but he holds you in place. “I imagined for so long what you would sound like. Full moons were the worst. I couldn’t bear the thought of someone else being able to see you like this, touch you like this. You drove me insane.”

“J-Jaemin,” you whimper, getting closer and closer to snapping.

He hums again in response. “Almost there, sweet girl? You’re so pliant for me, so easy to fuck. But it’s all for me and only me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, yes, only for you, alpha,” you whisper, fingers gripping the sheets as you near the edge.

“Pretty little pussy you have, I can’t wait to knot you. You’re going to take my knot so well, aren’t you? I chose you to take it, and to stuff your cunt full of my cum. I wonder how I could fit my cock into you, you seem too small to take it, pretty girl.”

“I-I can t-take it,” you struggle to get the words out, your brain turning a bit fuzzy. Once he brushes your sweet spot again, your body explodes and you sob loudly at the intensity of your orgasm. Jaemin praises you throughout it, eyes locked on your cunt gushing into his palm.

“So pretty, such a pretty girl. You came so much for me.”

As you float down from your high, you can hear the sound of Jaemin greedily licking his fingers. You nearly scream when you feel his tongue prod at your pussy.

“No, n-no, Jaem, please-“ you begin to beg, squeamish from the overstimulation, but it’s useless. He loves the taste of your cunt already, digging in like it’s his last meal.

Your body begins to ache and you slowly sink down on the bed, tired of arching your back. Jaemin doesn’t seem to mind, following you down as he slurps up your cunt. You’re mumbling incoherent noises as he sucks on your folds, and you can feel his smile when he plays with your clit.

“Alpha,” you whisper breathlessly. “Alpha, I can’t.”

He clicks his tongue. “I know you can. I chose you because you can. Take what I give you, pretty girl. I know you can be good for me.”

You lay there, boneless, as he dips his tongue into your entrance. You barely scream when your second orgasm rolls over you, the sound catching in your throat. He licks up the evidence and you try to wave your hand back to stop him. He gets the message, pulling back and wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“You taste so sweet, pretty girl. I’ve never tasted a cunt that good before. All for me, right?”

“Yes,” you answer. “All for you, alpha.”

You hear him shifting behind you, and you see him toss his clothes over his shoulder. He picks you up and adjusts you until you’re seated on his lap, hovering just above his cock. He takes note of your sleepy gaze and smiles, kissing down your neck.

“Tired, sweet girl? Don’t want to take my cock anymore?”

You blearily blink. “No, no, I want to take your cock, alpha. Please give it to me.”

He chuckles at your compliance, eyes zeroing in on your glistening pussy. “You’ve been so good for me. Want your reward now?”

“Yes, yes, alpha.”

He suddenly turns serious, brushing your hair away and cupping your cheeks.

“This means forever. I want you to understand that.”

It’s a little frightening — the thought of being bound to someone forever. However, you’re willing to do anything for Jaemin, and you know he loves you. You’re blissfully happy at the thought of forever.

You nod, smiling. “Want to be with you, Jaem.”

He grins and presses a kiss to your lips. “Good girl.”

Your smile quickly turns into a gasp as he pushes you down on his cock. You scramble in his hold, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He shushes you softly. “It’s okay, pretty girl. I got you, trust me.”

Head thrown back and lips parted, you feel utterly fucked as Jaemin impales you. You weren’t even aware your cunt could stretch this far for him, taking him in. The stretch doesn’t hurt like you think it will, it feels surprisingly satisfying. You feel whole like this, finally connecting him to you.

Once he bottoms out, he gives you time to adjust. You don’t even realize you’re crying until he wipes stray tears from your cheek.

“You’re doing so well for me, sweet girl. Took my cock so well. I know you’ll take my knot like a champ too.”

You feel drunk on him despite the fact that his cock could split you in half. You take a few more seconds to yourself before you nod, giving him the okay to move.

He starts out gently, even though you can see him clenching his teeth trying to control himself. You decide to push him.

You lean in and whisper in his ear. “Fuck me good, alpha. Show me I’m yours, and yours only.”

He throws you back down onto the bed, growling at your submission. You cry when he drills into you, showing no mercy any longer. His cock is tearing you apart and you welcome it with open arms. His fingers dig roughly into your scalp, his other hand groping your breast.

“You like it when your alpha fucks you like this? You like it when I have control of you?” He practically growls at you, hips snapping into your thighs roughly. Your mouth hangs open, and if you were lucid, you would be embarrassed by the drool pooling at the side of your lips. He continues muttering obscenities at you, fueled by the feeling of your warm pussy wrapped around his cock. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t think of anyone else. Every time you touch yourself, you’re going to think about me. Only me. I’m going to make sure everyone knows you’re mine, make sure you’re pretty and pregnant for me.”

His fingers move from your breast into your mouth, and you subconsciously suck on the digits.

He snickers. “Look at you. Such a pretty fuck toy for me, taking my cock so well. You were made to be fucked, sweet girl. Made to take my cock and my cock only.”

You’re definitely out of coherent thoughts at this point. Jaemin flips you again, arching your back and you whimper at the ache. He drives into you harder and faster from behind, his balls slapping against your cunt in the most unholy way.

“Alpha, alpha, alpha,” you groan. “My alpha. So good, my alpha, so good. So big.”

“Need you to cum, sweet girl. Want to feel it. Give it to me, pretty girl.”

“Alpha, alpha,” you whimper, the coil in your stomach building and building. You soar when it snaps, and you swear you see white clouding your vision. You cry and cry, tears freely falling down your face as you clench around Jaemin.

You think you pass out for a few seconds. When you regain your strength, he’s flipped you on your side, gripping your ankle as he throws your foot over his shoulder. You let him do whatever he wants at this point, enjoying the way he presses against your clit every time he pushes in.

You can only hear parts of what he’s saying, a ringing sound still echoing in your ears.

“So good- such a pretty cunt- want to fuck you forever- going to show you off- beautiful- fucking pretty pussy- such a good girl for me.”

“J-Jaem,” you say, but you know he can’t hear you anymore. You think you have another orgasm, but the pleasure is mixing together too fast. You blackout again, waking up moments later to find Jaemin still fucking you senseless.

You’re on your back again with Jaemin hovering over you, pressing kisses down your neck. He’s muttering praises still, hands digging into your sides.

“Want to feel you forever. So good for me, pretty girl. You ready to take my knot?”

You lazily comb your fingers through his hair, feeling exhausted. “Please, alpha, give it to me.”

“Yeah?” He groans, pressing harder into you. “Want me?”

“I want you, I want you,” you echo, the familiar sensation pulsing through your veins.

He’s drilling faster now, pumping furiously into you as he chases his high. You think you’re screaming, but you can’t be entirely sure. You feel bad for whoever lives on Jaemin’s floor.

When he cums, you swear he’s been holding it in for years. His cum splashes against your walls as he empties himself inside of you. You squeeze around him again, finishing another orgasm.

It’s a few minutes later when you think it’s finally over. You start to relax, but the feeling is short lived. You sob when the base of Jaemin’s cock begins to swell, growing bigger and bigger.

“N-No, no, no, no-“

He shushes you. “It’s okay, pretty girl. You take my knot so well, I have so much cum for you.”

You swear you’ve lost your mind when Jaemin does, in fact, give you even more of his cum. It starts to leak out of your cunt because of the sheer amount, and he urges you through it with soft kisses. When he’s finally done, you feel like you’ve been fucked into the next century.

The only thing you can manage to say is, “You can’t fuck me again for three months, at least.”

He laughs at you and you try to throw him a serious look. He kisses your cheek.

“Oh, silly girl. What did I tell you before? I chose you because you’re made for me. You honestly don’t think I’m going to stop fucking you now, do you?”

Your eyes widen at his confession, and you shriek when he thrusts into you, his cock still hard.

“Such a pretty girl.”

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captains-simp · 3 years ago

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Hi bestieeee, congratulations on 1K!!! I have a request for you!! Mommy!Nat or Dark!Nat blackmailing R into sex or else R would be fired?? Thank you

I wonder who this request is from?🤔

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Warnings: dub-con (bordering on non-con), coercion, blackmail, unhealthy power dynamic, oral sex (giving), praise, strap on sex and cum filled strap on

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You knew Natasha was coming before you saw her; before you even heard the chilling sound of her heels against the polished floors of the 46th level. You knew because you saw it in your coworkers eyes. You saw the way they cowered behind their desks and averted their eyes or made a swift exit from the area entirely. You knew because that was just how it worked at Romanoff Industries.

You were lucky enough to have your own office. Well, that should have made you lucky in avoiding Natasha's piercing gaze but it did not. Most of the time she stalked down the area outside your office she came straight to you and even if it wasn't her destination she would be sure to look in as she went by.

That was one of your less fortunate days, she was coming to see you and it wasn't to deliver a compliment about your hard work. Your boss let herself into your office without knocking and strolled over to your desk, her hips swaying in the mesmerising way they always did in those incredibly tight skirts.

"What happened to that report that was meant to be sent to me hours ago?" She demanded as she stood in front of your desk.

"Apparently someone picked up on some faults of the latest design so we can't do anything right now." You tried to explain but Natasha never did like excuses. "I don't know when it will be fixed." You continued.

"And you didn't think to tell me this?" Natasha glared.

"I thought someone would have told you." You were right, a lot of someone's had told the redhead, but apparently she needed to hear it from you too. "It's not my job to." You couldn't help but add. You knew Natasha hated when people pointed out things she didn't want to hear, more so when they did so confidently. You were one of the few who managed it, maybe that was why Natasha seemed to have it out for you. It was just a compulsion to you, to one up your boss. Even if it rarely succeeded.

You had always had mixed feelings about Natasha. Sometimes you thought when she went home at night she venturer into some cave that led to the pits of hell where she returned to her rightful throne. Other times that tough and stubborn show she put on was nothing short of admirable. There was no doubt it was what got her her success and therefore gave you a job. It was just hard to deal with when it was aimed at you individually, or what you could argue felt like personally.

"Don't give me that." She snapped. You were aware of all the eyes of your coworkers looking in on the pair of you and hanging on every word that was exchanged.

"You know full fucking well if something you're doing is going to be delayed you tell me." She was leaning both hands on your desk and leaning over to get closer to you. With such a short distance between you you had no choice but to stare back into her forest green eyes, like hell you were going to look away and back down.

"You can write that fucking report anyway. I want it on my desk today." Today? There was no way you could get that done in office hours, you would have to be working long past when you were meant to usually go home. "And when the design has been fixed you can write another one on it." She was testing you, willing you to say something you would regret. You weren't going to fall into her trap.

"Okay." You said, holding her gaze.

She didn't say anything else. Natasha stood there for another few seconds to watch you, waiting for something, anything. Then she stood back up straight and headed towards the door that she slammed closed behind her and marched back to her own luxury office.

That could have been an email.

It was approaching midnight when you finished the report. You were about to email it to Natasha when you remembered she wanted it in paper form so you begrudgingly sent it off to the printer.

It was a waste of paper you thought as you trudged over to the elevator that quickly arrived as there was no one else in the building. You figured Natasha just wanted to be that extra bit difficult. Well, you knew that was what she was trying to do.

You had worked with Natasha for longer than most, you knew her. Or rather, you knew the front she painted. You knew what annoyed her, what she wanted, what she thought of certain people and you could predict how she would conduct business down to the exact price tag of a product. But you didn't know her personally, sometimes you wondered if there was anyone who did.

You knocked on your bosses door and waited until she called for you to come in. You planned to simply walk in, put the paper on her desk and walk out to go home but once you were several steps past the door Natasha called for you to close it.

She didn't look up at you as you trudged across the ridiculously big office and put the papers down. It was only when you turned around that she spoke again.

"Stay." Was all said. You bite back a comment about not being a dog.

You turned back around and expected some speech and your attitude earlier but continued making notes on a design plan like you weren't even in the room. A few minutes of you fidgeting on your feet and looking around the office for anything interesting, Natasha picked up your report and leaned back in her chair to read it. She showed no signs that you had done a good or bad job with the report.

Finally, she put the paper down on her desk and went back to the plans. "Close the door behind you." Was all she said. You clenched your jaw and rolled your eyes once turned around to finally leave and go home.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, y/n."

Turns out it wasn't as simple as writing two reports. Design after design failed. First there was a slight issue with the batteries, then the shape, then it somehow became a liability. You mentioned all these faults in your reports, as you legally had to, but it became tedious very quickly. You always hated paperwork. It was meant to be such a small part of your job. You could only hope the sudden increase was temporary, especially as it wasn't exactly one of your strengths.

You continued to work over time and met Natasha late at night, always having to wait until she finished reading till you could leave. You thought you had to be doing at least a good job with them for your boss to never say anything, because she was always ready to point out small errors. That was until one particular night.

"These reports are getting worse." Natasha scolded. The comment made your blood boil. They were certainly not getting worse, maybe the designs were but you knew it was no fault of yours.

"The designs don't work." You fired back and crossed your arms. You had been worked tirelessly on those reports and they only stated the facts.

"Do you even care about your job, y/n?" Natasha asked seriously, angering you more.

"I've sacrificed more than I ever thought I could for a job for this company."

"You're on thin fucking ice, l/n. With the way things are going I'd be in a right mind to fire you." ...what the fuck?!

"What?" It came out as more of a whisper. After everything that you had done for the company and the years you had spent there, Natasha wouldn't really fire you, would she?

"Unless you're willing to make up for it all." She said seriously with something unmistakably dark in her tone.

"I don't more extra hours than anyone here." You said, not knowing what else she could mean.

"Not more than me, something takes quite the toll. I can hardly fit the time in to distress anymore. That's where you come in." Natasha explained as she stood up from her chair and sauntered around to the other side of the desk, the sound of her heels clicking echoing around the room.

There was a long moment of silence when Natasha left barely any space between you. You searched her eyes for any hint of what she was referring to but inevitably found nothing. Until she suddenly pushed you down onto your knees in front of her.

"Show me what other skills you have and maybe I'll consider letting you stay." She smirked down at you and ran the back of her hand across your cheek before cupping your jaw. "Entirely your call."

"Natasha this is crazy." You tried to reason but it was hard to ignore the faint throbbing you felt from being on your knees for her. "I could tell someone." For the first time ever, you heard her laugh. She threw her head back in a mocking laugh that soon turned into taunting chuckles.

"Y/n, who would believe you over me? You can be my guest and try but you'll never have another job in this city again, maybe further if I feel like it." She shrugged. You gulped and felt your breathing shake. Fuck.

Natasha, apparently impatient, hiked up her skirt and leant back against her desk to look at you expectantly. Your mouth suddenly went dry when you caught sight of her bare pussy, having not had any underwear on. You wondered if she often sat around like that. If she sauntered around the building and into your office where you could easily let your fingers wander up her skirt. Did she always leave them off for you?

"If you want to keep your job I suggest you get to work." She spoke. You tentatively moved forward and gripped onto her thighs for support, still looking up at her for any signs of a tell.

She was positively soaked. You could see her clenching in anticipation, the sight and musky smell entirely inviting. So you licked a long strip of the redhead's folds and moaned at the sweet taste of her. Sweetness was hardly what you expected given the tough and cold exterior of your boss, you hadn't expected it to be so instantly addictive either.

You pushed your tongue further inside the redhead who gave a breathy moan in response. At that, your mind was made. You sucked harshly on Natasha's clit and felt it pulse rapidly between your lips before returning your tongue to where she needed it most.

"Look at how much you're enjoying this." Natasha smirked as she looked down at the beyond contented glint in your eyes. "So good at pleasing you like mommy."

You worked your tongue tirelessly inside her, spurred on by the blissful sounds that fell from the redhead's mouth with every flick and curl of your muscle. You were lost in the incomparable taste of her and hoped it would be something that lingered on your tongue for a while. You were in awe of the way her mouth hung open in a silent scream as her eyes clenched shut every time your tongue brushed against some beautiful nerve ending. The sounds she made when you did so rivalled the faux sweetness of a siren's song. You knew the dangers of being lulled too far but you wanted to explore it entirely, convinced there was some hidden beauty that no one else could see.

"Fuck, so good." Your grip on Natasha's thigh tightened when her hold on the back of your neck did. She started to buck her hips against your mouth and her breathing patterns became more irregular. Your boss seemed lost in the pleasure she was experiencing from you as her eyes shut firmly and her movements became more erratic. But even then she held onto her power over you.

"I want you to swallow every last fucking drop." She ordered and gasped when your nose bumped against her clit. You picked up the pace of your tongue, making sure to swipe it against all the spots you had learnt made her shudder.

Her nails were practically digging into your neck when she reached her high. Her breath got caught in her throat before she gave the most animalistic moan you had ever heard. She furiously bucked her hips against your face as she rode out her high and relished in every wave of pleasure.

She recovered impressively quickly and was still raring to go, apparently having more plans for the night. She smiled down at you with a glint of the devil in her eye as she stood back and turned around to retrieve something from her desk, telling you to sit on her chair.

You were anticipating Natasha to return the favour, especially given how much she clearly enjoyed what you had to offer. Instead, she slipped a harness through your legs and pulled it up to your waist where she fastened it to sit securely. It was only when she moved away that you saw the size of the red toy, standing proudly and daringly. You wouldn't be surprised if your boss couldn't make it fit, yet again about to see that you really didn't know her. She was unpredictable and nothing short of it.

Natasha straddled your legs until her knees hit the backrest of her chair and her cunt was lined up with the toy. You went to hold her waist to guide her but your boss grabbed your wrists harshly and pinned them to the chair either side of you with a warning look.

She lowered herself onto the toy and groaned when the head of the toy alone started to stretch her. She kept her strong grip on your wrists as she looked more of the strap and you could only watch on in awe as the fake cock disappeared inside her.

Natasha moaned loudly and paused half way to adjust herself and breathe heavily before slamming herself down on the rest of the toy. "God." She grunted. "Mommy feels so full."

"Let me help you mommy." You tried but she shook her head.

"You don't get to touch right now." Was all she said before she lifted herself partly off the toy and slammed back down drawing another beautiful moan.

Your boss continued this for a while until she found herself in a rhythm that pleasured her deeply. You could see her juices smeering the toy everytime she withdrew and the sight alone made you groan, you already wanted to taste her again.

She rode you with vigor as her pace increased as did her grip on you. Profanities spilled from her mouth like a song that you wanted to join in with but you were too fixated on the sight infront of you. Natasha's bra clearly wasn't all that supportive because her breasts bounced with each thrust downwards and you wished more than anything that you could reach out and take her top and bra off to cup them, even tweak her nipples between your fingers to see her squeal.

"Gonna cum- fuck! Mommy's gonna cum on your cock and you're going to fill me up more." She said between moans and gasps. You didn't really understand what she meant by fill her up more but you weren't going to object, not when you wanted to see her cum again so badly.

She suddenly let your right hand go and grabbed on to the back of the harness. You were confused until you felt something click and Natasha was moaning louder than she had all night. "Your cum feels so good in me." She all but screamed before jerking her hips wildly and cumming around the toy.

She fell forwards slightly and grinded against the toy to ride out her high desperately. You gripped her hips with your free hand and moaned when you saw some of the cum leaking out of Natasha's pussy.

With a groan, you pulled your other hand out of the redhead's grasp and lifted her up and down onto her desk where she looked up at you with blissful eyes. "Don't go thinking you have any control." Natasha sneered but gasped when you withdrew the strap and snapped your hips forwards again.

"We'll see."

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ceciliajohanna · 2 years ago

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Consequences

A snippet taking place in the “A Significant Detail” series. It’s a stand-alone piece, but it has a lot of references to the previous installments.

A Significant Detail

The Gardening Type

Mine

The Golden Cage

The hero woke up with a sharp gasp, adrenaline pulsing through their veins. They quickly sat up, their eyes scanning their small bedroom in search for whatever it was that had triggered their fight-or-flight response. Moments later, the explanation arrived in the form of a noise.

Someone was knocking on their door.

Thanks to their speedster skill, they managed throw off their blanket, jump out of bed, and make their way to the hallway in less than a second. They lived far out in the outskirts of the city, practically in the middle of nowhere. The last mile leading up to their cottage-style house wasn’t even paved. The hero’s home was not a place that received unexpected visitors—especially not in the middle of the night.

They peeked through the peephole in the security door, and then sighed. Of course it had to be them. Keeping the safety chain on, they cracked the door open a couple of inches.

“I know you enjoy showing up when I least expect it, but this is just rude.”

“Hello to you too, love.” There was a note of amusement in the villain’s voice, but the lack of obnoxious cockiness immediately set off alarm bells in the hero’s head. Something was wrong.

The hero leaned back, forcing their body into a deceptively relaxed stance. “What are you doing here?”

“Still no alarm system,” the villain said, completely ignoring the hero’s question. “Anyone could waltz right in here, you know. You really should have let my people fix that door for you.”

The last time the villain had shown up at the hero’s house, they’d completely ruined the hero’s old door. Two days later, a home security company had showed up to install a new one, including a state-of-the-art alarm system. The hero had turned them down, of course, figuring that security provided by the villain was even worse than no security at all.

“The only one who’s ever tried to ‘waltz right in here’ is you, and we both know that if you wanted to break in somewhere, there’s no door in the world that could stop you.” The hero couldn’t help but glance at the flimsy safety chain. Against the villain’s notorious strength, it wouldn’t stand a chance.

When the villain shrugged, the movement was followed by an almost unnoticeable flinch. If the hero hadn’t spent hours upon hours on studying the villain’s body language, they never would have caught it. They had, though, so they did. A knot of concern formed in their stomach.

“Are you… hurt?” The hero immediately cringed at the obvious worry in their voice.

“I’ll live.” The villain let out a short, humorless laugh, which made them flinch again. “Can’t say the same about the other guys.”

“What other guys?” An unexpected surge of anger joined the hero’s steadily increasing unease. “You’re my target. The HQ would have notified me if—”

“Your HQ had nothing to do with this.”

“Then… who?” The hero paused as their sleep-deprived brain tried to process the information. It took them a second or two to figure it out, and when they did, their anger turned into full-blown fury. “Your people did this.”

“Calling them ‘mine’ would be a stretch. They were still loyal to my boss. My former boss.” The villain spat the last words as if they were poisonous. “Let’s just say that things have been a little tense at home lately. There are people—my people, I suppose—who call me boss now. The rest seem to think that ‘usurper’ is a more appropriate title.”

The hero cursed internally as the puzzle pieces fell into place. A couple of weeks ago, something had gone down between the villain and their boss. The hero had been knocked out by a heavy glamour at the time—for their own good, according to the villain—and once they’d woken up, they hadn’t stuck around long enough to hear the full story. They’d escaped from the fancy hotel room they’d been kept in as fast as they could, breaking a lot of furniture, a window, and the villain’s nose in the process.

They weren’t naïve, though. They’d seen the look in the villain’s eyes when they’d told them about their boss’s decision to eliminate the villain’s latest “distraction.” The villain’s boss—former boss—had signed their own death sentence.

Everyone at the HQ knew that something had changed in the murkier side of the city. Areas that had once been considered safe zones were now plagued with thefts and robberies. Many of the neighborhoods that used to take up most of the HQ’s resources had gone suspiciously quiet. Gangs kept turning on each other left and right, causing collateral damage that was nearly impossible to predict and even harder to prevent. The city was slowly descending into chaos and no one knew why—no one but the hero, who was getting very, very tired of playing dumb.

The last spark of adrenaline in the hero’s system sputtered and died. They sighed again. Deeply.

“You really messed things up back then, didn’t you?”

“Maybe, but I still don’t regret it.” In the darkness, the faint glow of the villain’s eyes had an even more chilling effect than usual. “I protect what’s mine.”

“Right.” The hero forced back the urge to slam their own head against the doorframe. They’d known from the start that their little game with the villain would inevitably end in disaster, but they’d still kept playing. The villain wasn’t human—the hero wasn’t even sure they were mortal—but the hero had still allowed their relationship to grow into a twisted companionship where vicious uppercuts and kicks to the kidneys were just as acceptable as stolen kisses at demolished crime scenes.

Actions had consequences. The hero had made a long chain of bad decisions over the past few months, and now they had an injured criminal standing right outside their door—an injured criminal who was starting to look a little pale.

The villain wasn’t the only one who’d messed up.

“You know that this is insane, right?” the hero said. “It’s the middle of the night, you’re hurt, and you’re standing in front of a person who could probably take you down without breaking a sweat right now. That shoulder looks disjointed, you breathe like someone with broken ribs, and you’re clearly favoring your left leg. You’re my target, and if I attacked you now, you wouldn’t stand a chance.” They shook their head. “Seriously, what on earth are you doing here?”

“I keep asking myself the same question.” The villain’s lips formed a tragically unconvincing version of their usual grin. “I think the answer is that I’ve got nowhere else to go.”

It was the pure vulnerability in the villain’s confession that did it. A tidal wave of conflicting emotions washed over the hero, easily overpowering their last shred of common sense. Their brain still tried to remind them that the villain was supposed to be their enemy, but their instincts didn’t care. They wanted to set that shoulder straight. They wanted to clean those wounds and make sure the broken ribs hadn’t pierced a lung. Most of all, they wished that the villain had left their attackers alive, just so they could kill the bastards themselves. Something deep inside of them, something raw and primal, silently repeated the villain’s words. I protect what’s mine.

Insanity was apparently contagious.

“Would you try to glamour me if opened this door?” they asked.

“No.” The villain raised an eyebrow. “Would you throw a frying pan at me again if I stepped inside?”

The hero couldn’t help but smile. “I told you I only do that to people who don’t knock, didn’t I?”

“That’s true.”

The hero closed the door, removed the safety chain, and let the villain in.

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[buckle up; this one is a long one (1.6k words)]

things weren’t supposed to turn out this way.

she was supposed to show up, apologize “sincerely,” and the boys, her boys, were supposed to welcome her with open arms and swiftly discard of you.

instead, she was sitting in the back of a cramped police car with two pigs, one of which had a horrible b.o. problem and an affinity for sauerkraut.

it was so frustrating.

and, of course, it was all your fault.

you’d been blocking her from true happiness ever since the beginning when you’d first met in middle school. it was crazy because you’d actually seemed nice; kind, understanding, and you didn’t judge her for what her father did to her mother or for how she acted out because of that.

sure, you were a little weird and sometimes you could be downright rude to other kids in your class but you cared for her in a way that no one else had before.

(un)fortunately, you didn’t come alone — you were a packaged deal. your childhood friend, daishou, came into her life right along with you. she didn’t mind at first; daishou was fun when he wanted to be but he was mostly full of snarky comments and sarcastic quips.

the three of you spent all your time with each other; from playing at the playground to helping her begin her makeup youtube channel in 8th grade.

you all got along pretty well up until you got to highschool. once there, you threw yourself into your studies, sort of retracting yourself from her and daishou.

how selfish.

she couldn’t help but feel betrayed by you—you knew how bad she was at making friends and you didn’t even care, leaving her all alone to fend for herself.

well, not all by herself.

daishou was a constant. no matter where she was, or how alone she was feeling, he was there to provide entertainment at the most, and his presence at the least.

it wasn’t always the healthiest, most functional friendship, she could admit that. there were weeks that daishou would choose to ignore her for no apparent rhyme or reason, citing his explanation as he just didn’t feel like it.

obviously it sucked but he was her only friend, ever since you so cruelly abandoned them. i mean, you still ate lunch with them every day and invited them over to study and hang out, but it was not the same.

with you so absent, she grew closer and closer to daishou to the point she was spending almost every waking moment with him. and, as the story so goes, she fell for him, head over heels.

she knew it was a bad idea, if their friendship was anything to go off of but she didn’t care. she was desperate for love and physical affection and he seemed willing to at least give her the latter.

after she decided to confess, nerves all the way in her throat and a box of chocolates behind her back, daishou took her virginity in the back of his ford fusion, hard, fast and nothing like she’d imagined.

the next day, she’d cornered you in the library (where you always seemed to be) to tell you the good news. your face was unusually blank as she detailed the best night of her life to you, your response being less than stellar when she was done. “please be careful,” you had said.

what did that even mean? you clearly wanted to keep daishou safe from her which was ridiculous because weren’t you supposed to be her friend too? she’d stormed out of the library after that, determined to demand a kiss from daishou to make her feel better.

that day was one of the last that she’d see you for a while. you got caught up with clubs and schoolwork (and apparently therapy for god knows what) while she got caught up with daishou.

things with him weren’t... great. they never really were but things were getting even worse. his random bouts of silence got longer and though it was only freshman year and they’d been dating for less than 5 months, he’d meet with her after school with a hickey plastered on his collarbone that she knew she didn’t put there (she sucked even harder over the spot to claim it as her own).

as she said, things weren’t great but they weren’t horrible either. they remained that way all the way up until sophomore year.

you and her had drifted even further, hardly speaking to one another unless it was for a project or to vaguely greet one another in the halls. it was okay though. you had all your other friends and she... well she had daishou.

speaking of, her “boyfriend” had been more distant than usual. she wasn’t an idiot and she knew he’d been seeing other girls on the side, but she believed she would be the one he’d end up with, the one he’d marry.

how foolish she had been.

it was prom night and she felt beautiful. her beauty channel had finally begun picking up traction (she’d just hit 13k subscribers the night before!!) so she filmed a prom night makeup tutorial, making sure that every square inch of her face was perfect. donning a silky blue floor length dress, she felt like a princess and she certainly looked the part.

she showed up to daishou’s house about 30 minutes before the event, ringing his doorbell with an elated grin painted all over her face. he had mentioned in passing that his parents and older sister would be out for the weekend, leaving the house for themselves. that meant sex and sex meant being wanted.

after the third ring of the bell, she started to get nervous. maybe he wasn’t ready yet? maybe he needed help with his tie? just when she was about to wring the bell again, the door swung open to reveal daishou... not in his suit.

“oh, it’s you,” he’d grumbled. “‘m not goin’ to prom.” she felt her breath catch in her throat. she’d protested and begged for an explanation but he wouldn’t give one to her. eventually, she’d followed him into his house, furious because how could he do this to her? on her night?

it didn’t take very long for him to get fed up, his snake-like eyes honing in on her, filled with venom. “‘m not goin’ because i don’t like you anymore. you still look pretty though.”

just like that, with just a few words, he’d shattered her heart. she was frozen in place, completely disconnected from daishou, her love, as he not-so-gently pushed her out the door, slamming it in her face.

she felt tears stream down her cheeks and before she knew it, her legs were carrying her to a place she hadn’t been in months.

banging frantically on the door, she cried out, begging for someone, anyone to hear her. the door opened quickly and there you stood. you’d clearly been studying but as you took in her frazzled appearance, it seemed as though your heart broke.

you ushered her inside, sat her own the couch, and began to make her a cup of tea, your parents having been out for the night as well. once the kettle went off, you quickly prepped her drink and gave it to her, the words flowing out of her like liquid once she had taken a sip.

she didn’t know why she was even there but despite the animosity between the two of you, you seemed like you truly... cared. (neither of you mentioned the tears that stained your favorite t shirt or the quiet apologies you muttered into her hair).

that night quickly went and passed and by the next day, she was feeling rejuvenated and more like herself. however, that feeling quickly dissipated when she caught you in the hallway between classes speaking with daishou behind the stairwell in hushed tones.

within the span of a few hours, her heart had been broken twice and she was sure she’d never felt such heartache before.

she turned on her heel and darted away, avoiding your every attempt to talk to her for weeks and weeks until you just... stopped trying. after you’d cut off conversation, yet again, the sadness quickly festered and morphed into anger.

that anger only grew when she watched you graduate at the top of your class in your senior year, your smile blinding as you accepted your diploma. it only grew when she saw that you had made it into the university of your choice on your instagram story, her own rejection letter torn up in the bottom of her wastebin. it only grew when she saw you’d made your own youtube channel, her own going untouched and neglected (her last video had been a half-assed “get ready with me” that had more dislikes than likes due to her horrible makeup and even worse attitude).

soon enough, the rage had intensified until it had taken over her whole being. she was just so angry at all that you’d done to her, all the ways you’d ruined her life that she couldn’t keep herself from plotting your demise.

when she got the email from the hyper house management team that invited her into the house and offered the option that she could pick someone she wanted to move in as well, her anger turned into excitement.

this was her chance. this was her moment to turn your life into a living hell, to make it at least a fraction of what she went through by your hands.

she was going to make you pay and god, was it going to feel great.

the metal of the handcuffs chafed her wrists as she adjusted herself against the cool leather of the cruiser, the discomfort removing her from her reverie.

yeah, right. it seemed as though she was the only one “paying” right about now.

she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, tears filling her eyes but refusing to fall.

things definitely weren’t meant to turn out like this. not at all.

℗ poker face

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