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mermaidsirennikita · 1 year

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What are the most angsty historical romances you’ve ever read? I’m looking for something with an almost unbearable amount of pining. Thank you!

Well I mean, you can't go wrong with Lorraine Heath. She always knows how to twist the knife, and I don't think there are many other authors whose works I've read and literally gone "how can this possibly end in a believable HEA" and yet... they do. Her angstiest selections (for me) would be:

--Waking Up with the Duke. Mentioned this a lot recently, the "put a baby in my wife as a bro, bro" book. What also makes this so angsty is that the heroine, hero, and her husband all genuinely care about each other on some level. At one point the hero is like, trying not to cry, and it's a LOT.

--Scoundrel of My heart. Another one I mentioned earlier, where the hero and heroine fall in love in this very charming straightforward manner, and then the rug gets pulled out from under them and you get a year-long gap and they're brought back together as totally different people (and yet not) after she's gotten engaged to another man. Very angsty, all "you deserve better than what I can offer" and shit.

--The Earl Takes All. I mentioned this recently, it's a legendary historical romance. The heroine's husband is an identical twin, and she and his (scoundrel) twin had like a brief moment before the marriage, and she hates him because of it. Anyway, she gets pregnant, the twins go on a vacation together, the husband is killed by a GORILLA, and tells the other twin to pretend to be him so that she doesn't miscarry (she's had several miscarriages). The twin does in fact pretend to be his brother, and he's all "it's only until the baby is born", but then he starts falling in love with her...

--The Duke and the Lady in Red. I haven't mentioned this one as much, but this one got me in the feels as they say. The hero is this incredibly rakish duke who has like, orgies and shit... And he meets this woman who seems to be a widow, but she's actually a conwoman. He finds out, and he basically is like "I'll pay off your debts, just spend a week with me". And you think it's going to be this very resentful, dark relationship... But once he finds out what her real motivation is? Wheeew.

Elizabeth Hoyt is very good at the angst, too. I'd recommend:

--Thief of Shadows. This one has a hero and heroine with a class difference, and she's older than him (and more experienced--he's a virgin). There's the class issue keeping them apart as she's a lady and he's just a regular guy, but also the fact that she's infertile--truly, no magic baby thing--and she feels like he deserves a younger woman who will give him a baby, and it's just very intense. Angstiest BJ I've ever read, that's for sure.

--Duke of Midnight. This is another class difference one, with a duke (obviously) and the lady's companion of the woman he's courting. He's Georgian Batman (and he's INSANE) whereas she is totally not intimidated by him. It starts out as a game of cat and mouse, but it turns into this sort of like... Affair, but they know they can't be together, and it's a LOT.

--Sweetest Scoundrel. I talked about this one earlier--the heroine and the hero have another class difference issue, but she's very uptight and he's wild, and it comes out that she was sexually abused as a child (TW) so they begin this very tender sort of exploration as she gets curious about sex. He's so gentle with her, but there's a LOT of angst involved.

Moving on to other authors...

--The Chief by Monica McCarty. This is one where the hero and heroine end up in this kind of forced/arranged marriage situation because he's caught in bed with her. But her father forced her to trap him for political reasons, so it's complicated TM. He's very determined to not love her, but they have a very strong physical connection so the sex is bomb, and it's just a lot of like... This woman!! Just wants to love you, sir! There's a great moment where she knows he's excited by the idea of fucking her from behind so she... makes that a reality, and after she comes he's like super mad because HE DIDN'T GET TO LOOK INTO HER EYES WHILE SHE CAME... so he flips her over to remedy that. Sir, you're in love, it's fine, you'll love. Medieval, btw.

--The entire medieval trilogy by Elizabeth Lowell (Untamed, Forbidden, and Enchanted) is extremely angsty. The first book is an arranged marriage situation that starts great but turns angsty because the hero believes the heroine was in on this plan to have him killed. The second book has an amnesia plot situation where the heroine is keeping a secret from the hero the entire book and the fallout is MAJOR (my favorite in the series, but I recommend reading them in order). Enchanted is a lot more... complex, because the heroine was raped prior to her (arranged) marriage, so she's very cold, and the hero doesn't get why, and even when he does get why initially he thinks it's like... a lie to cover up for sex she had willingly? Like he's not mad, he's totally in love with her at that point and is basically like "I get it, it's medieval times, you gotta say what you gotta say" but it HURTS her because she's telling the truth. A very angsty, very 90s series.

--The Day of the Duchess by Sarah MacLean. Unique in that it's basically a book-long grovel, because the hero cheated on the heroine while she was pregnant with their baby, she left him, came back in time to lose said baby, and has since been separated from him for years. She comes to him asking for a divorce and he's basically like "sure, but you have to pick my next duchess" in a ploy to win her back. SUPERB angst.

--When the Earl Met His Match by Stacy Reid. This one is really interesting because the heroine comes to marry the hero because she's pregnant with another man's baby and she and the hero have been corresponding platonically for a while. In order to escape her parents, who want to send her baby to a baby farm (truly awful shit) she proposes a marriage of convenience which the (Scottish) hero takes her up on. They are clearly smitten with each other, but there's a lot of communication issues at first because the hero is mute (she learns sign language to make communicating easier, it's lovely) and of course there's the threat of her family and the biological father of her baby... I love this one. Has a classic "confess your love during sex" moment.

--A Lady for A Duke by Alexis Hall. Hero and heroine were best friends growing up, and then the heroine faked her death during the Battle of Waterloo in order to transition. The hero went into deep depression in part due to his chronic pain following the battle, but in part due to the loss of the heroine. The heroine accompanies some friends to like, bring him out of his shell years later, and at first he doesn't recognize her... But when he does... TW: a lot of discussion of the heroine's identity and transition, discussion of transphobia, not a lot of on the page transphobia has her trans-ness isn't what the villain is about, but the hero does dead name her at first until he realizes that she's transitioned.

--The Prince of Broadway by Joanna Shupe. This one has a spitfire heroine who wants to learn about running a casino from the hero, who seemingly takes her under his wing but is actually plotting to undo her father, his nemesis, the whole time. It's glorious.

--Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas. Hero and heroine were childhood friends, he was basically an employee of the family who became a member of the family. Heroine got sick and almost died when they were young, and he's convinced that her fragile constitution couldn't take... him... lmao. But also, like, babies in general, and he doesn't wanna put her in danger even though they're clearly in love. She goes off for two years to get better and returns in a stronger state, but now another guy is with her and the hero still feels unworthy. It's a lot. I will add that Kleypas was trying a thing because the hero (and another hero in this series) is Romani. I think it veers into fetishizing at times--I think she was again, trying for inclusivity, but it's dated. Newer versions may edit this to an extent.

--Her Night wit The Duke by Diana Quincy. Heroine has a one night stand with a duke, then it turns out that he's actually courting her stepdaughter. A lot of angst, a lot of tiptoeing around, a lot of conflicting emotions!!!

#romance novel blogging #book recs

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sakucrossing · 3 years

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Some tomione I’ve read recently:

You Should Know, E

Hermione, born in 1934 and Minerva McGonagall’s best friend, meets Tom Riddle, the boy whose scores were always just better than hers, at a wedding in the summer of 1961. She’s comfortable with what she wants from him, but he’s about to enter the next stage of his plan to take over the Wizarding world and test the limits of her acceptance.

AU where Hermione and Tom are contemporaries, but meet as adults during his rise to power. Older characters, not a darkfic, HEA.

Firelight, M

He hates to have a governess living under his roof. He has been avoiding her since she came. But she’s like a gremlin. He can hear her everywhere he goes - does she ever shut up? He supposes he can’t Avada her for breathing. But something must be done about it.

In which Hermione is Delphi Riddle's teacher.

A darkish AU where Voldemort doesn't exist, but pureblood supremacy rules.

Atelphobia, M

Sure enough, not five seconds later, the door cracked open, and a tall boy with green lining on his robes strode into the Hospital Wing. Hermione absent-mindedly noticed his attractive face, but she was more focussed on his uniform.

Lord, that looks stuffy, was her first thought.

At least he knows how to tie a proper Windsor knot, was her second.

Hermione wakes up in 1943 alone, annoyed, and uninformed.

And why the hell was life so determined to pit her against Tom bloody Riddle, anyway?

Like Home, E

Tom returned home after his father died, only to find a young widowed Mrs. Riddle inherited everything. He didn’t even know that his father was married.

In which Hermione is Tom’s stepmother.

1940 - 50s AU. No Voldy.

Bro(c)ken Spectre, T

It certainly wasn't Hermione's intention to be separated from Harry and flung back in time, but she will make do with the resources provided to her. Hogwarts seems the most logical place to wait for Harry, at least as long as it takes for her to find a reliable way to locate him, and so she integrates herself into a small group of German refugee children being carted off to Scotland. Her tasks should be easy enough, even accounting for the need to avoid being on Tom Riddle's radar, though she was not accounting for the weird bond thrust upon her by one of the young refugees.

Struck, M

When Hermione Granger gets struck by lightning and sent back in time 100 years she does everything possible to keep from changing the timeline. Unfortunately it seems Harry’s penchant for mucking things up has latched itself onto her in a spectacular way and things she never thought would be different challenge everything she's ever known.

we paint white roses red (each shade from a different person's head), M

"I - I'm really sorry, I've had a kind of portkey issue - " the girl begins, her voice carefully controlled - as Tom smirks at her.

" Really ?" he says, pointedly raising an eyebrow at the offending object around her neck. "Wouldn't you rather say you've had issues with time?"

There's a long pause, as the girl's eyes widen and she looks down at the exposed chain of the Time Turner. She mutters a curse, before sighing and saying, "So, what year is it?"

Or alternatively

The one in which Hermione Granger accidentally time travels into Abraxas Malfoy’s bed in the middle of the night.

The Hafling, E

Otherworldly Hermione Granger and Head Boy Tom Riddle collide headfirst into a world neither ever expected they would experience. Whereas Tom Riddle seizes control of the power that literally falls into it his lap. Hermione Granger battles with Riddle's dark obsession over her and the fragmented memory of her prophetic destiny.

The Only Beautiful Thing in the World, T

Everyone knows that Tom Riddle is the perfect Avatar. An effortless diplomat and prodigious bender, he’s the Fire Nation’s pride and joy.

Strangely, though, Riddle has never been able to access the Avatar State. To that end, Hermione Granger—a Northern waterbending master—has been invited to the Fire Nation’s Royal Palace, in hopes that her qi-therapy techniques will unlock Riddle’s full Avatar power.

No one knows that Hermione Granger is part of a society that has been tracking Riddle’s actions meticulously for years. Hermione knows full well that Riddle isn’t what he seems. She knows what he’s planning to do if he unlocks the Avatar State.

She’s going to make sure that never happens.

Days of the future past, E

“ Ah, it seems I’ve forgotten, Miss Granger. Unfortunately, you can’t talk. I wonder though how much I can prod you till you sing?”

A ritual gone wrong. A wrong world. A wrong interest. Is the past the future when you take one step back into it?

Through the Looking-Glass, T

In which Tom is delivered to his soulmate by the Mirror of Erised. Soulmate AU/Time Travel AU.

𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑., M

With the apocalypse fast approaching, and all thanks to Tom Riddle's actions, the man and an unlikely companion are sent to the past to fix things.

my better, M

AU. Tom Riddle makes sure Hermione Granger never receives her Hogwarts letter. (written for Tomione Trope Bingo 2020)

Anime Vinctum, T

Hermione is forced to fight for her soul, and the unanticipated person attached to it.

Into the Horcrux, M

HGTRLV CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR HBP! It is up to Hermione to destroy Slytherin's locket and rid the world of another one of Voldemort's horcruxes, but can she truly do what it takes? COMPLETE

#no order to this just wanted to share #tomione #hp #hp fic rec #my post #hermione granger #tom riddle

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theendofeverafter · 4 years

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Apple White can be both complex and a bad person (long post)

The Ever After High fandom seems to be split on whether or not Apple White is a good character. Her stans say yes, obviously. Her haters say no, obviously. And Royal and Rebel sympathizers seem to be split among party lines. And who can blame them?

The writers dropped the ball with her. She was first a naïve, pampered 15-year-old who only knew and cared about her own Happily Ever After (HEA for future references). Once she started rooming with Raven, she had to come to terms with the fact that not everyone wanted to follow their destinies. Some people point to her journey to prove that it was hard for her to unlearn what she’d been taught...but I’m not sure she should be absolved for this.

Exhibit A: True Hearts Day

Do y’all remember this? Apple was horrible in THD. Ashlynn Ella is a princess, yes, but her destiny entailed her beloved mother dying prematurely, Ashlynn being forced into servitude, and eventually her own untimely death. Not to mention that she’d have to break up with the one person who understood her (seriously, read EAH’s Once Upon a Time book). Apple, knowing all of this--save for Ashlynn’s romance--makes a big stink about it, even doom and glooming on Blondie’s MirrorCast about the relationship. What kind of friend does that? It was earlier on in the series, but Apple should have kept it to herself if she didn’t think Ashlynn and Hunter should’ve been together. Apple is the sole reason Ashlynn and Hunter break up. When they get back together at the dance, Apple makes the whole thing all about herself. She loudly proclaims in front of everyone that she still doesn’t approve of their relationship and that she thinks Ashlynn is “doing the wrong thing”. Naïve or not, this is objectively bad behavior.

Exhibit B: Thronecoming

This sealed Apple’s status for me and other people. She calls Raven selfish for putting her HEA in destiny (totally ignoring the fact that nothing bad has happened to them yet) and embarrasses her in front of everyone. After Grimm manipulates Raven into wanting to sign, Apple doesn’t even care about her friend’s conflicted feelings. She prances around school, telling anyone who will listen (and even those who don’t want to) that Raven is condemning herself to a life of misery. She practically breathes down her neck as Raven starts her speech. After it’s revealed that Grimm tricked Raven, Apple admonishes him for tricking Raven into signing. Hypocritical much? Apple has been pressuring Raven to sign for the whole series. She even tries her hand at manipulation in Dragon Games. She has no right to talk.

Moving away from Raven, Apple also treats Briar poorly. Briar is Apple’s BFFA, and thus she presumably knows that Briar is less than thrilled about her destiny. When the reality of a 100-year sleep hits Briar, she reneges on her commitment to signing the Book. Apple, of course, is less than supportive. “We all have our part to play” is her response to her friend’s anguish at losing all her friends and family. Callousness seems to be Apple’s MO at this point. The show then faltered--Apple should have been the one to rescue Briar. It would have helped reform her character a little. But no, Briar has to save her friend, meaning Apple is let off the hook for not empathizing with Briar.

Exhibit C: Spring Unsprung

Apple was under a spell for most of this movie, but I’ll say this: there’s a pattern in the show of Apple not receiving any consequences for endangering the fairytale world. Her mother is queen, so obviously there’s unequal treatment on display, but it just makes her look more like a spoiled princess and less like a good character.

Exhibit D: Way Too Wonderland

Apple doesn’t do too many horrible things in this movie, but there is one thing I was unimpressed with: Lizzie tells her not to tell Courtly about their mission, but Apple does so anyway because *she* knows better. Never mind the fact that Apple has never been to Wonderland before, whereas Lizzie is the literal future Queen of Hearts! Lizzie acted suspicious of Courtly the entire time she was at their table. The narrators had just finished telling us how smart Apple was--couldn’t she deduce that less is more when it comes to talking to a stranger?

Exhibit E: Dragon Games

Why there are still Apple stans after this movie astounds me to this day (I’m 75% joking). Yes, Apple was manipulated by her mother (who’s a terrible person in her own right). Yes, she was manipulated by the Evil Queen. But at this point, Apple is 16 going on 17. She doesn’t need to be told *not* to break the glass and let the Greatest Evil The Fairytale World Has Ever Seen out of prison. She cannot be let off the hook like this. Raven has made it very clear that she has a bad relationship with her mother. In fact, I’m pretty sure she hinted at some abusive elements of her childhood in the books. Apple knows this. And yet, she does her very best to force mother and daughter to be together again. She once again ignores her friend’s feelings for her own gain. What she did to Raven in this movie was disgraceful.

Here’s a list of terrible things she did in this movie:

Tried to manipulate Raven into being “eviler”; broke the glass and let the Evil Queen escape; pretended like the Queen was a student instead of alerting Headmaster Grimm; played along with her mother’s scheme, putting civilian lives in danger; purposefully knocked Darling off her dragon in *mid-air*, causing the girl to seriously sprain her ankle; said “at least my mom will be proud of me” to Raven, a horrible thing to say to the girl with an evil, abusive mother; gave a half-assed apology to Raven in the Enchanted Forest; and showed no sign of turning herself in for freeing the Evil Queen.

Apple truly regressed in this movie. That’s the fault of the writers, of course--although it did make for a great move.

Exhibit F: Epic Winter

Apple wasn’t really in this movie much, but here you can see her privilege on display: Faybelle is the only person who gets in trouble for helping the Evil Queen. Why isn’t Apple forced to scrub the school too? Without her, none of this would have happened.

CONCLUSION

Apple is a complex character, yes. My writeup hopefully illustrated that fact. And of course, she does nice things in the books, movies, and webisodes too (I think Way Too Wonderland showed her strengths as a helpful, smart princess). But bad people can do nice things. And I truly believe that unless she makes amends for what she did, apologizes to her friends, and stops being a staunch Royal, she is a bad person for the reasons stated above. Or maybe not bad, but rather “not a nice person”.

If you’re still reading, let me know what you think! These are all my opinions, and you’re welcome to completely disagree. I write an EAH fanfiction called The End of Ever After. It’s about the characters’ final year at the school. You can find it here on Archive of our Own:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23941786/chapters/57576310

Be warned: Apple is characterized as I see her in that story, so if you disagree with my strong stance against her, it might rub you the wrong way! But I hope you like it anyway :)

#ever after high #eah #apple white #Raven Queen #lizzie hearts #faybelle thorn #ashlynn ella #briar beauty

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r-ahh-mi · 5 years

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Trinity (Preview)

Elliot Alderson x Fem Reader x Fem Reader (Smut)

A/N So this is a little preview of a threesome fic I've been working on for ages (sorry it’s taking so long). There is no smut in this preview, mainly just everything leading right up to it; I may shorten the final version down because this is so fucking longggg. WHOOPS. This is also only slightly edited so please excuse any mistakes or errors. Lemme know your thoughts so far xx

Elliot:

It was like an out of body experience. My mind was buzzing from the alcohol and previous joint I smoked prior to coming here to this absolute terror of a work party. Everyone was fucked up already; it was only 10 pm for Christ sake. I’m sure the nine to five lifestyle gets to some, me, not so much. Allsafe is what pays my bills, sure, but it’s not my priority or what I invest my talents into. Everyone else probably worked this shitty job to pay for their shitty apartments in an even shittier neighborhood just so they could go home with their loved ones and feel at home, whatever home even was anymore.

“Hello!”, a hand waved itself in front of my face. I suppose I must have zoned out whilst lost in my thoughts; nothing out of the ordinary.

The redhead, behind the bar, stared at me, hand on her hip, waiting for my response.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you wanted another drink. You finished yours like ten minutes ago.”

My eyes glanced towards the empty glass, still sat near my hand as I lightly pushed it towards the bartender. “Just another of these is fine.”

She nodded, a soft smile on her lips; her pretty, light pink lips.

Fuck

I slightly shook my head, moving the absurd and obscene thoughts from my head as I watched her walk away, hips slightly swaying and the light peaking through her black mesh top so I could see her red lace bra clearly.

See, this is why I don’t drink. Drinking gives me a different affect then when i’m high; i feel so out of control and anxious the entire time i’m under the influence of an alcoholic substance, whereas drugs, drugs make me numb, drugs make me relax, drugs make me forget that i’m not in total control and i fucking love it.

“Here ya go”, the redhead pushed the ‘whiskey on the rocks’ my way as she waltzed over to the next awaiting customer, but not before shooting me a smile.

She’s hot.

A quick, but to the point thought crossed my mind as I continued to watch her for the next several minutes, sipping my beverage to a speed fit to my liking. A crowd screaming and hollering brought me out of my gaze as I watched them all staring excitedly at the sports event set on the big screen television.

Sports. What a mindless way to spend your time when you could be doing so much better in the world, but instead you’re racking up millions and millions and buying one car, then another, yet we have hungry, homeless people in our country alone, not to mention the entire fucking world. How do they sleep at night?

“You think a lot huh?”

Again, the redhead was leaning towards me, elbows holding up her upper body from the bar as I mentally yelled at myself for going on a inner rant.

“I guess,” i shrugged, taking the last sip of my drink and sliding the glass towards her.

She eyed me for a bit, not saying a word, just watching me. Every once in a while, she’d smirk, probably noticing my uneasiness with the way she was, literally, just staring at me.

“You smoke?”, she lifted a cigarette in the air that was placed between her fingers.

I nodded, turning my eyes away from her to stare at my hands set on the bar.

“Wanna come outside with me? I hate taking my break outside alone in this neighborhood at night.”

Isn’t it sad? People can’t even enjoy life anymore without the fear of getting stabbed or shot or fucking murdered.

“I’ll get you another drink after; no charge, I promise.”

My eyes traveled back up to hers, her playful little smirk enticing me to follow her request.

“Okay,” I nodded, keeping my reply short.

The woman nodded towards the front door, silently telling me to meet her outside, as she headed for the back exit, I suppose, to grab a personal belonging or two.

I pushed my way through the crowd of people, still indulging in whatever else was on television, and finally landed my feet on the sidewalk set outside. It was nice out - a little breezy, but not too cool, making it desirable to actually be outside which was a lovely change of pace from the brutal winter that had came with full force this year.

A dark haired girl was also outside, back against the brick wall, as she dragged a cigarette to and from her lips; exhaling and keeping her eyes fixated on the streetlight across the street.

She briefly glanced at me, most likely just to get a good look at the person who had taken her seclusion away from her, but quickly brought her eyes back up to the tri-colored lights, seemingly memorized by them.

I pulled my pack of cigarettes out of my pant pocket and slipped a stick out, bringing it to my lips and lighting it with my eyes also now fixated on the streetlight.

It was pleasant, I guess. Coming and going colors, almost hypnotic to the eye, yet so relaxing at the same time.

“Enjoying the light show are we?”

The red head emerged from the alley with, what looked to be, a cigarette and phone in hand, as she glanced at me and the dark haired girl; particularly spending a little extra time glancing at the other girl, eyeing her up and down, which i couldn’t blame her for...

Her tight fitting dress, cut at the knee, was flattering to her small frame. Especially when she exhaled; her lips slightly a gap, her breasts gently heaving as she let out a deep breath. I caught myself licking my lips, subconsciously, as I eyed her up, probably a little too long.

“It’s okay, I think she’s hot too”, the redhead whispered.

I was caught in a sandwich sort of situation with two beautiful women and most men my age wouldn’t have a single complaint, except that I was nothing like the rest of them and by them I mean the other inhabitants of the world. My anxiety was at a high as we all sat in silence that was anything but comfortable, at least not for me and all I wanted to do was make a run for it, which I nearly did before I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me instantly shrug the sharp touch away.

“Seems like someone needs a hit?”

The familiar, sweet aroma of marijuana filled my nostrils as the red head glided her hand near my lips and the alcohol made me much too gullible as I, without hesitation, brought my lips around the joint and took a deep inhale of the substance.

“And you?”, she peered over my shoulder at the dark haired girl, who shyly looked at the joint and then at me as the bartender passed the stick to me to then pass to the girl.

“Won’t kill you, I promise”, I quietly smiled in the dark haired girls direction as she also had a slight smile on her lips and took the joint from my fingers, breathing in a nice long hit before passing it back to me; clearly she was used to smoking narcotics.

All three of us were silent as we breathed in the spring night air; the zipping of cars and the buzzing of tourists walking by always made me feel comfortable or, rather, surrounded by something comfortable and familiar. It was like one giant distraction for my mind, but, on the other hand, it was also something that made me quite anxious. Having loads of people all scrunched in one place felt overwhelming to me if you caught me on a day where my anxiety was particularly god awful.

Isn’t it funny? All we need is a little background noise and our minds are put at ease. Our loneliness is diluted, even if its just a little bit. Maybe this was the weed talking, but right now I felt not completely disturbed by my own mind and life.

“Would you guys want to hang out?”, The redhead chimed in, breaking my mental thesis I was creating on ‘Humans: Why the fuck we like noise’.

“Ma-Maybe we could smoke some more at my place or something”, I joined, but quickly trailed off, realizing how utterly creepy I was sounding to these two women I had just met, but i was merely trying to think like a normal person would and inviting them to hang out seemed normal i guess?

Fucking hell, they probably thought I was a fucking pervert.

“Where do you live?”, the dark haired girl asked, finishing off her cigarette and kicking it to the ground as her high heeled clad foot stomped out the burning flame.

“Uh..Chinatown.”

She nodded, “I live not too far from there. I’m in.”

I’m sure my expression was one filled with disbelief, but her friendly smile eased me as I returned a small grin.

“I get off in a half hour, I can meet you there.”

“No,” I shook my head, being much too nervous to have only one person in my home that I would have to entertain somehow, two people, sure, especially since this red head seemed outgoing and quite the conversationalist, but just me and this dark haired girl, no way.

“No?”

“I mean, I’ll wait for you. If-If that’s okay with you,” I turned to the dark haired girl and she nodded slowly, resting the back of her head onto the cool wall once again.

“Buy me a drink and I’ll stay.”

So the quiet girl was also flirtatious; I could live with that.

“I think I can do that.”

The back seat of this taxi cab was instantly making me regret everything. Why the fuck would I invited two strangers into my apartment, not to mention invite them to smoke more with me. It was making me start to question my intentions; why did I want them to come over? Was I merely lonely? Seeking out strangers for company was something I would never do, but alcohol combined with weed could very well be a lethal combination to my psyche.

Yeah, maybe that was it.

Thankfully, the drive wasn’t long and I was able to pile out of the cab quickly as I began to start for my apartment buildings main door.

“Slow down why don’t ‘cha!”, the red head called as her and the other girl were still situating their clothing after just getting out of the crammed car.

“Sorry”, I said quietly, not even sure if they could hear me. I tucked my hands inside my jean pockets as I attempted to relax.

“Eager are we?”

“I’m just--cold is all..” the red head nodded, clearly not buying my lame excuse as she watched me unlock the door, letting the three of us into the slightly heated building.

I knew they were both judging where I lived as they glanced around at the cheaply painted walls and the various stains set on them while we walked up the stairs, eventually landing at my door.

My keys jingled as I twisted them around in the door knob, unlocking and opening up my home to the two mysterious women.

No going back now.

Again, they looked around my apartment, silently judging, as everyone is constantly doing all through out their lives.

“Your place is...cozy”, the dark haired girl complimented, or at least tried to muster about some sort of compliment purely to be polite.

“I guess.”

Both of the girls immediately got comfortable; taking off their coats and holding them up questionably as I stared at the, trying to configure what it is they were searching for.

Oh right, a coat rack..

I anxiously searched around my small apartment, looking for any nearby space to place the two warm pieces of fabric.

“Here is fine,” I said, motioning to the hook placed on the inside of my open bathroom door; that’ll do i guess.

As the girls figured out the arrangement of their coats, I took a spot on my couch and attempted to not look as awkward as I felt right now.

“So...”, the redhead started for the couch I was sat at, making me scoot over so I was no longer in the middle of the plush seat as she sat next to me.

“Are we smoking your stuff or my stuff? I may not have enough for-”

“Mine is fine,” I said rather hastily and honestly as I just wanted to get this over with and return to the seclusion of my home and my computer.

No matter how lonely I felt, I would much rather prefer my own company then anyone else, besides the select few in my life that I could tolerate. Because loneliness was something I could cope with, but having someone, I wasn’t too comfortable with, in my presence would send my anxiety through a roller coaster like spiral, which was something I couldn’t handle, nor ignore because of the physical symptoms I would begin to show.

My box, containing all of my narcotics was set on my coffee table, directly in front of the dark haired girl, who had just taken a seat on the floor, directly in front of me.

I didn’t want to say anything, feeling much too anxious about how I would even ask her to kindly scoot my ‘drug box’ over to me, as crazy as that sounds and as small as that sounds, that was a big deal for me to even mutter any sort of request to a stranger, well a kind of stranger. I suppose we had gotten decently acquainted while waiting for the bartender to get done with her shift.

I settled to awkwardly reaching over her body and grabbing the box, setting the wood in my lap as I pulled out the baggie and rolling paper as I began to spill the weed into my grinder before rolling a medium sized joint that we all could indulge in. And indulge we did, indeed.

By the time the joint was burnt to its end we were all chatting along comfortably in conversation, me being much more relaxed, the dark haired girl being quite the chatter box, and the red head remaining true to herself, but much more touchy as her hand kept coming in contact with my shoulder.

I didn’t mind the touching as much as before, but the drugs were still starting to settle in my system so I wasn’t my completely comfortable high self just yet and I was seeking desperately for an excuse to to get away from the red heads touch on my shoulder.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom”, I announced as I maneuvered my way through the two bodies and shut the door behind me while I figured that a splash of cool water and some quiet couple of minutes should do me just fine, as well as, allow the weed to settle further into my system.

Much to my surprise, when I returned, the girls were not chatting comfortably, like I had envisioned while I was in the bathroom.

I stood and stared, probably for much too long, as their lips were connected while they gently made out with one another; it was hypnotizing really and almost seemed too perfect and choreographed with the way they were in sync with one another as their hands roamed each others bodies and their tongues danced with the others while they left lingering open mouth kisses.

The red head must have sensed my longing stare as she opened her eyes and looked directly at me with a smirk that was just barely visible to me because of the dark haired girls needful kisses. However, she quickly took her eyes back to their closed position as she kept on entertaining the other girls lips, as if I had never seen anything...or maybe she wanted me to see...and wanted me to watch as her hand, ever so slightly, moved to the back of the dark haired girls dress, clasping the zipper in between her fingers as she dragged the metal down until it stopped at the girls mid back.

I remained standing like statue, watching as the red head assisted the other girl out of the straps of her dress, leaving the fabric clustered together at her waist, leaving her chest only clad in a black bra. The dark haired girl then, also, dragged her eyes over to me as the redhead placed bruising kisses to her neck, surely leaving hickeys scattered across her tanned skin.

A loud gulp left my throat as the dark haired girl remained with her eyes fixed on me as the red head began to leave kisses to her cleavage. even going so far as to move one of the bra straps down the girls arm, but quickly she brought the strap back up to rest on her shoulder as they both now fixated their eyes on me.

I wanted to say something along the lines of ‘what the fuck are you guys doing’ but, to be frank, I was enjoying it too much. Had i said such harsh words, maybe they would’ve both left leaving me regretting and slightly turned on..and i wanted nothing but the complete opposite.

“Do you mind?”

I look towards the red head, not even noticing that the two girls had finally pried away from each other as they both relaxed on my couch, their backs hitting the cushion so they were sitting up straight and both watching me like a hawk.

“Do I mind what?”

“If I play with her a bit? It’s your apartment so I don’t want to make you uncomfortable and - - you look really uncomfortable.”

At her words, I attempted to make myself look more relaxed, slouching my shoulders and clearing my throat, in the hopes it would relax my facial features just a tad. Anything to make them stay and keep doing..whatever it is they were doing.

“No, no. I don’t mind.”, my words were strangled, but they seem to have done the trick as the red headed and dark haired girl both turned to each other, giving off almost devilish type grins while the dark haired girl shimmied down the couch, letting her back fall onto the bottom cushions so she was laying down. The red head watched the other girls movements as she bit her lip and immediately crawled in between the girls legs.

“Sit there”, the red head ordered me.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to have a good view of me eating her out.”

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The Get Laid Cafe [3/3]

Summary: With no more fake Olympic gold medals or fancy yakuza briefcases to sell, the disbandment of the Phantom Thieves has been tough on your wallet–and your heart. Thankfully, a gig at one of Tokyo’s most popular maid cafe has helped to fill the void in both.

That is, until four of your former fellow Phantom Thieves return home to attempt to convince you to consider a different occupation, if not just different clients.

Namely them.

Rating: NC-17

Series Pairing: Akechi/Akira/Reader/Ryuji/Yusuke

Chapter Pairing: Akechi/Akira/Reader/Ryuji/Yusuke

[Part 1]

[Part 2]

IT’S A BRAND NEW YEAR SO OF COURSE I’VE GOTTA TIE UP SOME LEWD LOOSE ENDS FROM AT LAST YEAR!!! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE, YOUR SUPPORT, YOUR FEEDBACK AND YOUR LOVE! This fic was truly among my greatest accomplishments thus far, showing how much I can achieve as a writer! It’s a thrill to have been able to create and follow through the vision I had in mind down to the finest detail, especially when I think of what future projects lie in store!

You all truly inspire me to continue growing as a writer, and much like every other piece I’ve written, it was the greatest of pleasures to write out and (at long last) share the entirety of this fic with you all!

And thus with all that said, here is the conclusion to this lewd little trilogy of mine! I hope you all enjoy!

P.S. I’d also like to give an immense amount of love and praise to my best friend and dearest beta reader, who has the patience of the saint to put up with my shenanigans and read through all the lewds I conjure up. I LOVE YOU MA

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A week after your reunion with Akira and Akechi, you stepped into work for your early opening shift to find complete and utter chaos.

"Sh-Sheeh?! A calling card from the Phantom Thieves?! I thought those brats were dissolved years ago!"

It was common for you to see Iyayo--the only other person that was around--at the cafe at this hour, especially when you were the one who helped prepare the space for opening hours.

What was not typical was her holding a painfully familiar looking card while she squealed and flailed around in an overdramatic manner--even more than she usually did.

"I-Iyayo?" You called out, alarmed as you stepped towards her, resisting the urge to snatch the card from her hands. "What are you--?"

"Read this!" She cried in horror, shoving the piece of laminated stock paper into your hands. "I found this in my office! They're after my hea~rt!"

You didn't need to be told twice.

O greedy temptress of heart, with lusts for the world Seeking pleasure by denying others theirs for value that is worthless We shall cast light onto your greed A void that only sinful intent can fulfill

Your knees were trembling. But not out of fear.

No.

This wasn't intended for Iyayo, despite how her shady business practices—including other ventures besides the maid cafe--would have certainly earned herself a calling card during the prime of the Phantom Thieves.

This was a direct message to you.

Your boss continued to shriek and throw herself around the cafe space, going on about calling the cops--no, calling the mayor--No! Calling the government! Considering how many other illegal activities and dealings she probably had gotten herself wound up in, you had a feeling this was her paranoia finally bursting forth from her heavily-guarded yet sleazy demeanor.

But you were the person to verify or deny the validity of the calling card. It was clear that this was the handiwork of Yusuke and Ryuji, the wording a collaboration between Akechi and Akira. Without even needing to call them over, you could easily think of a reasonable excuse to ease the fears of your boss.

However, by the message meant for you, by the actions of the four you were so enamored with:

You didn't want to confirm that it was a genuinely fake calling card.

Just as you lifted your head to speak to Iyayo over the situation, you heard her squeal out your name. "Apparently the Phantom Thieves are doing this on behalf of four broke boys who are big fans of yours?"

Your eyes grew wide. "W-What--?!"

Iyayo reached into her shirt, pulling out a folded white piece of paper from what you assumed was her bra. "I found this attached to the calling card when I went into my office!" This note was pushed into your hands as well. "The Phantom Thieves said they'll leave me alone if the whole cafe is reserved just for those four at absolutely no charge today, specifically requesting you as their maid!"

Your knees nearly gave way, heat rushing through your body before pooling in the pit of your very being as you verified the note's contents.

Those four--

They didn't honestly go this far, did they?

"They wanted..." You found yourself speaking out, your voice stilted and soft. "They wanted me?"

"I saw none of the other maids listed--without a doubt, they want you! Ohh, I'll have to call the other girls and tell them to not come in today--! And put up the 'Closed' sign as well!" Iyayo reaffirmed, her voice still shrill amidst her rambling. "I'll pay you your entire annual wage next week if you do this! I promise! Just keep those bastards away from my heart and do what they say!"

Your boss began to ramble on how she was planning on returning to her “motherland” of France to lay low for a bit once she finished helping you prep the cafe, having you swear to her that you would ensure and guarantee that the safety of her heart was secured. You agreed, even if your mind was elsewhere, your face--your whole body, honestly--feeling hot imagining what those four had in store for you. Though, you reasoned to yourself, the reality was that they would probably just sit you down for some kind of intervention.

But the message to apparently resolve this issue through 'sinful intent' had you imagining, fantasizing all while you prepared coffee and ingredients for any dishes to be ordered. By the time you finished, it was close to when Akira, Akechi, Yusuke, and Ryuji were to arrive. Unsurprisingly, Iyayo had been trying to leave as early as possible, but still stayed in fear of displeasing the Phantom Thieves with a subquality experience for 'their clients.'

You parted ways with your boss after assuring her yet again that you would send her a report, only to have her come squealing and running back into the cafe, now with a tiny box covered with red and black wrapping paper in hand.

Crying out your name, she exclaimed, "Ahh! Wait! Wait! An instruction they emphasized--! You've gotta put this on!" Another thing to be shoved in your hands, with the rushed explanation how she assumed the gift was meant for her when she found it in her office, but only now realized the present was tagged for you specifically. Her ease of mind having gone far over the edge at this point, Iyayo fled the cafe without even thinking to look back.

Your heart raced while your fingers made quick work of the wrapping paper, wondering just what could be inside.

The sleek, tiny box within had a note attached, merely reiterating the instruction of: Please keep on during entirety of reservation unless instructed otherwise--all written in the elegant handwriting of Yusuke.

Breath becoming still with heightened anticipation, you lifted the lid and peered inside.

You almost dropped the box.

A bullet-sized red vibrator.

Immediately, your mind raced. What once seemed to be a hopeless wish was becoming a realized fantasy.

With the instruction written out by Yusuke, you only wondered what the thought process was of the four to have you comply with the use of this toy of all things.

Shocked, you took a few weightless steps back until your backside harshly met the edge of one of the cafe tables. Wincing at the slight pain, you instinctively reached to grab the slightly irritated area, right as your gaze shifted down to the tabletop. Having seen and arranged the tables countless times, your eyes glazed over initially, but when you noticed the golden bell with a lacy ribbon tied at the handle, your jaw became slack.

Considering the respective remote for the tiny vibrator was nowhere to be found, their intentions were undeniably clear at this point.

This little toy was to be your literal buzzer.

Their way of beckoning you over for your services.

Your heart beating a flurry against the tight and taut state of your ribcage, you held the box right against your chest. Though your face was hot, you couldn't resist from grinning with anticipation. However, not to dawdle, you made your way over to the employee changing room to begin your own final preparations for your clients, which included hunting down some medical tape.

The plaything of your former fellow Phantom Thieves--how surreal was this?

And yet, the reality of this situation became all too real once you heard the front door bell chime with the arrival of your four customers. As nervous as you were amidst your eagerness to see how this situation would play out, you still managed to maintain your usual perky charm as you greeted them with "Welcome, masters--!"

One that soon broke and shattered apart as your knees became weak and your lips popped open with a sudden gasp from the sensation of the tiny vibrator powering on with a gentle shake, having been fastened to your clit with the medical tape you found in Iyayo's office.

The four--dressed in casual attire that seemed reminiscent to what they wore during those summer days in high school--gathered at the entrance, their responses varied.

"Are you--?" Yusuke looked startled yet pleased at your pleasured reaction, whereas Ryuji's eyes bulged open wide while his jaw dropped. "Y-Yo...!" A wave of heat rushed to their faces, painting their complexions in red.

Akechi only chuckled with amusement, finger moving to his chin with intrigue, "And hello to you too~"

Akira grinned, a hint of mischief to his smile. As usual, his hands were tucked into his jean pockets, however, he drew one out, making no effort to be discrete in what he held. Immediately, your eye was drawn to the flash of red: The remote control to your vibrator.

"You actually did it...? You actually did what we said!" Ryuji stumbled over his words, his shock near permanent on his face.

"S-Surely...I expected otherwise," Yusuke breathed out while his gaze fell to the quivering shake of your legs.

His shoulders lifting in a shrug, Akira turned towards the two, his expression remaining deviously pleased, "Told you two to trust me on this." Facing you once again, he purred with a smirk, "A leader needs to know everything about his team."

"While not to discredit that, Akira," Akechi mused, his tone innocent even if it held some challenge, "I know this particular teammate to have a hand for effective deceit. Perhaps we should verify for ourselves that this instruction was followed?"

"'Verify...'?" You repeated slowly, your voice trailing off. However, your eyes widened right as Akechi's expression matched Akira's, his grin toothy and gaze flashing as he demanded,

"Lift up your skirt."

You didn't have the chance to be still with shock, given the continuous buzzing of the little vibrator against your clit. The defiance you built and maintained to keep the four at bay from your heart was far too cracked at this point to try and salvage, having its foundations smashed into dust once you complied with their demands. As much as you wanted to see what would occur if you tried to disagree--much like how Shadows were stubborn in negotiation when held up--you did not want to squander the chance to live out an elevated version of your fantasies.

Thus, your hands immediately reached for the hem of your skirt, your gaze falling to the ground out of shyness.

Akechi clicked his tongue.

Surprised, you lifted your head, facing the four fully while you took in their expressions of anticipation.

"Don't be slacking with your servitude. Aren't you supposed to offer a response to your clients?" He queried in a low purr.

Your face grew hotter as you struggled to bring out the voice you used for customers, "S-Sorry." A smile that stretched from ear to ear tugging on your lips, you shakily chirped out, "I-It would be my pleasure, Master Goro!"

Yusuke, Ryuji, and Akira exuded envy.

Akechi seemed to relish in near sadistic euphoria. "Good girl~"

A tremble shook you down to the pit of your core, and it wasn't even from the vibrator.

Still, not to be deterred--feeling even more exhilarated, in fact--you abided by what you were told and lifted up your skirt. Though the vibrator was only powered on minutes ago, your panties were already quite damp, the material hugging around the outline of the small toy as it remained attached to your clit.

Before you knew it, Ryuji and Yusuke were kneeling before you while Akechi and Akira stepped closer, all four wanting to view every single inch you had revealed.

You were petrified beneath their gazes. And yet, even frozen still, your heart was thundering against your chest while tiny trembles went through your fingers as you gripped the hem of your skirt. Your bottom lip was seized between your teeth while your eyes remained glued to the black material of your dress, unable to bring yourself to face them directly.

However, by the awed and euphoric breathless groan of "Fuck" by Ryuji, the reverent "P-Perfection" of Yusuke, and the satisfied click of Akechi's tongue, you could picture the looks on their faces easily.

While you were left flustered by the reactions of the three, none had you tensing as much as Akira's teasing "What's wrong? Have nothing to say to us?"

Having been drawn taut and tense to the greatest extent by all that transpired leading up to this moment, at last you snapped.

Your words as fiery hot as the blush on your face, your eyes suddenly lifted to face the direction of the four. "D-Don't you dare! You jerks have some nerve to make me do this--!"

Ryuji's neck craned as he faced you a pouty expression. "Yo, now that's no way to speak to your masters!"

Your masters.

A bit of your flame waned, which was quickly noted by Yusuke as he seized the opportunity at hand. His eyes narrowed as his brow raised high, pointing out coolly, "But you complied with our demands, no? The person who could've easily seen the calling card as the ruse that it was is you, and you alone." Slowly, he rose from the floor, his posture dignified, tall, and looming as he scolded you firmly. "You could have found some way to prove to your boss that this was a plot, and yet you did not do so. Rather, you complied with our instructions and greeted us at the door. You wanted this--don't even try to deny it."

Extinguished.

Even as your face flared with shame even further with scorching, red heat.There was nothing you could say.

Instead, you fumbled over your words for some semblance of an argument before you lowered your gaze in defeat.

"Well damn Yusuke, way to tell it," Ryuji whistled with astonishment.

Yusuke let out an exasperated sigh, his eyebrows furrowed. "I am simply weary of this ordeal, Ryuji. Nothing more."

While Akira only chuckled under his breath, Akechi smirked at your newfound meekness, finding it delectable. "Now that this matter has been addressed, will you be a good little maid and treat your masters nicely? You can start by showing us to our table~"

At last, you dropped your skirt, your panties hidden yet again, but your flustered vulnerability remained drawn out in the open. You turned away from the four for a moment, reaching for the stack of menus from behind the front counter. With the sizeable booklets in hand, you gestured towards the empty cafe space behind, your voice softer than before. "T-This way then please."

Quickly, you faced straight forward, your back towards the four as you moved on ahead.

However, you ended up nearly missing your next step as an even more intense tremor wracked through your tiny vibrator, and thus towards the entirety of your body. A strangled cry escaping you, your arms clutched the menus tighter before your head nearly flew back, only to see a surprised Yusuke and a unamused Akira, his arm raised and palm empty. This contrasted to a snickering Ryuji and a deviously cheerful Akechi, who appeared to have just snatched the remote control, his lips curled in a delighted smile as he hummed, "'This way then'…?"

His thumb, having already dragged the slider on the remote up to just above the midpoint, was inching it further up to the very top.

Your mind, already too far in a mangled daze to make sense of much, was confused as to what he meant. However, abruptly recalling what you were instructed to do, your answer was quickly found. "T-This way, masters!"

"Good girl." Akechi smiled. "We'll follow your lead then."

Leading the four to their table thankfully went on without a hitch, especially with you taking extra precaution to avoid getting a few extra notches up on the remote control. Akechi was even merciful enough to lower the intensity once he and the others gave you their orders--all simple drinks and dishes that you had no issue with preparing yourself.

Which made you all the more wound up and tense with the four bothering to play the charade of being your normal customers, even if you were under the strong impression that they were looking to get back at you for your behavior towards them. All four were in college, yet none seemed to have shaken off their competitive edges. Ryuji could never be outrun, no one's creativity could surpass Yusuke's, Akechi may as well be a god at law, and Akira could never be outtricked.

And yet you had managed to gain the upper hand over all four--and now were left to endure the result for doing so.

Your face became hotter than the matcha latte you brewed for Yusuke.

Minding yourself to be calm--especially in case any of the four decided to toy with the remote control while you carried their dishes over--you prepared each of their orders, from the most savory to the most sweet. Part of you wanted to mess with the typical cutesy, affectionate messages you would scrawl onto the dishes, specifically a "Fuck you" directed to each of them. However, knowing you were already treading carefully with the four--which could lead to even more severe, perhaps humiliating, punishment should you disobey--you maintained your good behavior and brought over their orders, even with the temptation of being disciplined.

"Please enjoy!" You chirped while setting down plate after plate, cup after cup, all while carrying a feeling of cautious relief. It would have been a pain--in more ways than one--if any of them messed with the vibrator's settings while you had their meals in hand. Furthermore, with the little toy currently at a lower, more tolerable setting, you felt you could get by with the rest of your reservation.

And then Yusuke called out your name after he took a sip of his latte, all while your vibrator suddenly picked up in intensity. "May I request your services for a moment?"

With a startled squeak--of which earned varying amused reactions from Ryuji, Akira and Akechi--you glanced at his palm, noticing that he had the remote control in his hand.

"Sure, Yusu--" His thumb dragged the slider up to an unreached extreme, causing you to grab onto the edge of their table as you cried out, "A-Ah! Master Yusuke! Of-- Of course I'll be happy to serve!"

"Goddamn I can't wait for my turn" was something you swore Ryuji mumbled out in-between scarfing down his omurice, a sentiment quietly shared by the expressions on Akira's and Akechi's faces.

"Excellent. In that case..." Clearing his throat, Yusuke proceeded to reach into his day bag and draw out his sketchbook. He rose out of his seat to stand, extending his arm out towards you as he hummed, "...I'd very much like to have you model for me still. Could I trouble you to indulge me?"

He looked composed, his voice calm. However, his pale complexion was marred by scarlet while the noticeable tent protruding through his royal blue pants revealed his fierce arousal, his unquenched desire to at last have his most sought out muse be subject to his creative whims.

"It would be my-- my pleasure to do so!" Your cutesy demeanor struggled to stay together in face of the vicious vibrations of the toy pulsating against you.

Thankfully, Yusuke--pleased by your enthusiastic answer--lowered the setting down a few notches. While not as intense, the tremors were far more tolerable. He smiled gently. "Excellent. Then in that case..."

In an instant, his sketchbook was flipped open, a pencil tucked in his hands, his flustered expression now serious. His voice composed, he remarked, "Pose for me."

"'Pose...?'" You repeated, taken aback by his sudden change, despite knowing how intense he could be once he was entrenched in his artistic creativity.

"You'll follow my instruction, of course...," he clarified, his voice trailing off as he scanned across the cafe space. Once he noticed the small stage directly adjacent to the bar, he let out a noise of affirmation as he gestured towards it with his pencil. "There--I'll have you pose there."

The cafe stage was where maids would perform adorable choreographed dance numbers, their cheerful smiles broadening as clients hovered around the small platform, yen bills littering the sky as they desperately tried to win over affection. While you did not look down on your co-workers for earning money this way, the only time you ever set foot upon stage was to clean it, as you preferred more direct contact with your customers.

But now, as you found yourself standing upon the raised platform, you soon realized you would be giving your first ever show, set to entertain Yusuke and the others, who looked on amidst sips and bites of their food.

"Now then..." Yusuke hummed while he stood by the stage, gazing up towards you with a sharp, focused stare. "Arouse my artistic passions, dear muse!"

For such a bold statement, his initial instructions were relatively tame, such as having you demurely cover your body with your hands akin to a Greek goddess. They weren't raunchy by any means, and yet he seemed to be working himself into feverish euphoria by the way he continued to have you pose at his command, whether by word or when he would guide you into position with his hands.

His forwardness thrilled you, as did the authoritative--but not harsh--tone of his voice and touch of his hands. You were eager to comply to each of his demands, though, if you ever strayed too far from his instructions--especially when it came to testing your flexibility--you were rewarded by increased vibrations--of which were openly encouraged by Akechi while he sipped his iced Earl Grey Tea.

Though this seemed more fitting from Ryuji, Akira, or Akechi, you wondered when exactly Yusuke was going to take things further with his sketches of you. Lifting up your skirt again, unbuttoning the top of your dress, tugging at your thigh-highs--you anticipated when his instructions would plunge down even further into the lascivious.

But you should've known Yusuke would not need the extremes to draw out odd perversions from innocent intent.

After sketching out every pose he had you do for him, he requested that you simply stand upright on stage. Nothing else. Your hands were to remain at your sides, your feet apart at normal length. You eyed him curiously, unsure what he would do next, especially as he inspected your position with a critical eye and a finger on his chin.

"Excellent," he affirmed, his bit of praise making your heart swell. His expression still intense with concentration, he continued, "And with this..."

While you knew Yusuke to be as graceful as he was swift, you were still taken aback when he was suddenly standing right in front of you one moment and then kneeling before you the next, his head pushing under the skirt of your dress.

You let out a startled noise, your hands instinctively reaching for the hem of your uniform, palms brushing over the back of his head through the fabric of your clothes.

"Hold still..." He breathed out, his voice still loud enough for you to hear, his words fanning hotly against your panties.

His nose bumped right onto your clothed core, which--while paired with the continuing vibrations of your toy--only made your knees feel all the more prone to giving way. It didn't help to hear Ryuji's awed jeering, or bear the intensity of the glances sent your way by Akira and Akechi. Still, you fought to stay up, trying to steady your breathing in a vain attempt to remain level headed.

The furious scribblings of Yusuke managed to rival the near deafening volume of your heartbeat against your chest. His head moved beneath your skirt as he made great effort to take in every detail of the sight before him. You could hear him groan with pleasure the more he lingered, especially with how enamored and addicted he became to the heady scent of your core. Paired with his face barely grazing against your panties, his actions only served to tease and frustrate you, especially feeling the rise of an orgasm draw near.

However, when Yusuke finally emerged from beneath your uniform, he looked all too pleased, even verging on dazed, like he was intoxicated from you--which honestly wouldn't be far from the truth, should you ask him. He licked his lips as he inspected his sketches, detailed drawings of your panties, thighs, and the outline of your core filling the pages.

Gazing longingly at his work, he mused with rapture. "The clash between elegant composure and human need." A noticeable shudder encased him, his head even tilting back as he groaned out, "E-Exquisite. You have done well, my darling muse."

"A-Anytime, master," you responded with a strained smile, your thighs pressing together in hopes of abstaining from orgasming off of his praise. Desperate, you were ready to ask if he could reward you for your great behavior, but by the glimpse of blonde you saw at the bottom of the stage, you found yourself denied of the opportunity.

"Yo Yusuke, ya' done? Can I have my turn now?" Ryuji demanded childishly, his arms extended up with his hands grabby.

Yusuke didn't respond at first, far too enraptured by his sketching session with you. However, before Ryuji could get to yelling "Look at me, you furry!", he responded with a distracted, "Mm, sure, Ryuji. Go ahead" before handing over the remote without even looking the other's way.

"Holy shit, yes! At la~ast!" Ryuji exclaimed, his voice hitting a falsetto in overabounding joy. He was practically bouncing in place at now being the one in charge, almost unable to contain his glee as he faced you with a toothy grin.

"Damn that was some cute posin'!" He whooped out your name, the remote control firmly tucked in his hand. "Reminds me of when you'd kick the shit of some Shadows and you'd be all hyped and cute when you'd do your victory pose!"

For once, the embarrassment you felt was not of the predicament you were in, but rather decisions made during the foolishness of your youth. "Don't remind me!" Unable to resist, you countered with, "And what say you, Slav squat...!"

"What was that?" Ryuji hummed with a smirk as he watched your body suddenly convulse with pleasure, his thumb having dragged the controller's slider all the way near the top. "Don't fall now, okay baby?"

Yet another wave of euphoria. How long have you waited to be on the receiving end of Ryuji's sweet talk. "'Baby'?"

"That's right! You're mine now, so I'm gonna be calling you what I like!" He winked, all while his arms spread out wide. "Now c'mere before you start squirtin' and fall off the stage or something!"

In the days of being Phantom Thieves, you would've been swift to clock him right in the chest for his vulgarity. However, with you at his mercy--especially with how close you were to release-- you could only whimper a meek "Y-Yes Master Ryuji" before you complied and hopped right into his awaiting arms.

For him to catch and carry you with ease, to hold you close against his lean but gloriously muscled physique, you felt as though you were seized in a dreamy, idealistic state, which was easier to settle into once he lowered the vibrator's intensity. This was a glimpse of a boyfriend experience you longed to have with him--and the others of course. However, with how open he was in his lament over being single for all the years you knew him, you felt happy to finally indulge him while fulfilling your own desires.

"I say ya' earned yourself some treats!" Ryuji declared while eyeing you with anticipation, "Come and share 'em with me!"

Not that you had a choice in the matter.

He ended up carrying you to the table spread of cakes and sweets that maids would pick up treats from at the request of customers. All the desserts present were the finest and most expensive that your cafe had to offer, reserved for only the prestigious clientele. However, Iyayo--in her fear of getting her heart stolen--held no stops when she brought out the confections while helping you prep the restaurant for the guys.

Though he often teased Ann for her sweet tooth, you knew Ryuji could never resist a table full of fancy food that was all for his taking.

Upon being set down right by the table, you glanced back to see what the rest of the three were up to. Yusuke still seemed to be hypnotized from his time with you, his eyes glazed over while he looked over his sketches upon the stage. Akechi looked to be inspecting around the cafe, his phone in hand while he took pictures--to which you groaned internally as it dawned on you that he was probably gathering evidence to incriminate the cafe. As for Akira, he apparently seemed to have disappeared—initially, at first, until you noticed the unmistakable mop of black hair that peeked from behind the bar counter.

"Aren't you hot in that thing? Maybe wanna loosen it up?"

Ryuji's voice was quick to draw you out of your reverie. His tone seemed concerned, albeit muffled with a cake truffle stuffed into his mouth. However, the look in his eyes was hungry in expectation, needing to see what you had on underneath.

You were thrilled.

"You're right, Master Ryuji. I'm feeling pretty warm to be honest," you remarked genuinely. With how warm and flustered you had become, you actually did feel overheated, and thus relished in the refreshing coolness when you undid the top of your uniform. Considering the uniform was designed to flaunt and accentuate whatever inch of curve and skin that any of you maids wished to showcase, even a few buttons undone exposed an ample amount of your breasts, including the edge of your bra.

Ryuji was in sudden, dire need of a drink to quench his thirst.

And also ease his throat from the amount of sweets he was shoveling into his mouth.

"God Ryuji-- Master, I mean!" You sighed exasperatedly, rubbing his back while he downed a glass of water that you were quick to fetch, thighs aching from the orgasm that remained denied. "Slow down, would you? I may be trained to give the Heimlich, but I'd rather not go that far."

Letting out a refreshed 'ahh', he slammed his cup down onto his table before wiping at his mouth. Sheepishly, he lowered his head, hand at the back of his blonde hair, all while his face remained flushed. "My bad, my bad! I couldn't help myself! Put me with a bunch of food and the prettiest girl I know, and I'm in fuckin' paradise!"

Your hands were suddenly all over your reddened face. "Please don't."

"It's the truth though."

You nearly jumped out of your skin, as Ryuji just leaned over to murmur those words right into your ear, his voice carrying a sense of wicked mirth. His hands reached for your wrists, proceeding to slowly make you reveal your face to him once more.

There was a grin on his lips, now one of confidence rather than shyness. Winking at you, he hummed out, "Don't be shy 'round me, okay? You know you can trust me on this. 'Sides..." Trailing off, he used his leg to pull out a chair from another table nearby, dragging it over towards him before taking a seat and hoisting you right onto his lap.

Upon feeling his stiff erection pressing into you through his pants, you wondered how you were going to last for the rest of your reservation with him and the others.

One arm hooking around your waist, he was all smiles when he reached for the plate of gourmet chocolates that Iyayo prepared for an approaching visit of some swanky Ginza businessmen. Setting the platter on your thighs, he continued, "You can't enjoy these if you have your face in your hands!"

And with that, he plucked a chocolate truffle from the plate before popping it into his mouth. His eyes shut closed while he let out a genuine yet over the top noise of delight. "Daaamn these chocolates are good!"

He reached for another piece, but instead of treating himself, he held it up towards you, his expression giddy. "Wanna try? They're fuckin' delicious!"

His arm around you tightened its hold, his closed fist pressing right against the side of your thigh while the remote control remained secure in his grip and its power over you.

And thus you responded ever so enthusiastically with "Sure, Master Ryuji!" before opening your mouth.

Ryuji carefully set the piece of chocolate between your lips. Before you could take it further in your mouth however, he swiftly bent his head forward and took a bite of the other side, his lips barely brushing against yours in the process.

Despite the squeak you let out in shock, you found yourself leaning further towards him, a gesture for more. In response, he groaned out, "God you sound so fuckin' cute...!"

"Master..." You breathed out, your mind suddenly registering what you were doing, making yourself freeze before you could get closer. Not that doing so was necessary, as he closed the gap by sharing another piece of chocolate with you.

This continued with every bit of confection that the two of you tasted together. However, the mere brushing of lips didn't take long to progress into actual kissing, the contact making your heart swell and yearn for more of the realization of your fantasies, especially with how he grinded his erect cock up against you. Despite this, Ryuji remained mindful of your kisses, making sure it didn't escalate further into making out.

Because he was just going to cut straight into planting his mouth all over your body.

The piece of chocolate he was about to share with you happened to slip out of his grasp, a gooey piece that dropped right onto your cleavage.

"Ahh shit, lemme get that...!" Unable to hide his grin or feign innocence, Ryuji immediately dove for the fallen piece face first, mouth open.

His warm lips seemed to fumble for the chocolate, given by the way they seemed to linger and kiss around your partially covered breasts. The shiver and mewl you released in response caused him to grin, the quirking of his lips felt on your chest. His arms hugged around you close while he hunted down the chocolate, which proved to be successful.

However, the lost piece in question seemed to be quite gooey, if by the sudden sensation of stickiness spilling across your skin. When Ryuji lifted his head, he was sporting a not so sheepish grin, given by the smear of chocolate on his lips.

"Whoops," he feigned apologetically, his tongue lapping at the confection around his mouth. With a grin, he proceeded to lay you across the table adjacent to the snack spread.

You yelped upon being unceremoniously laid across the table, however you were left to shudder and feel flushed when Ryuji grabbed at the front of your uniform and yanked it apart. A few more buttons popped open, a great amount of your skin exposed. His eyes were glazed with hunger as he stared at your half-naked torso. Licking his lips, he uttered out huskily, "Sorry for the mess, baby. Let me clean that up for ya'."

Much too starved for your skin, he didn't wait to plant his mouth right over your breasts. Lingering kisses, thirsty suckles--he truly was a man starved for only you. The wet heat of his mouth stirred the already similarly pleasant sensation between your thighs, which had already sullied your panties thanks to the continuous teasing of the vibrator.

Which, by coincidence, Ryuji happened to lift his head up and address. "Hey, when I said you earned yourself a treat," he began with a sultry smirk while he brought up the remote control that was still tucked in his hand. "--this is what I meant."

At last, the vibrator was set at its highest intensity, causing you to gasp and whine from the tremendous whirring, your hips lifting in response. Beyond pleased, Ryuji set the remote control down, instead bringing his hands to cup your breasts and knead them through your bra while his mouth continued to ravage your chest with wet kisses and thirsty slurps. As he was nestled comfortably above you, keeping you pinned down easily with his athletic physique, his hips treated you to the delightful stiffness of his erection grinding right up between your legs, pushing the vibrator further against you.

He wasn't rough by any means, but the unmitigated passion, the ferocious hunger--to be the object of his desires in every aspect--was enough to bring you right to the edge of climax, and the relentlessness of his mouth and the vibrator only assisting in inching you ever closer to the tipping point of that precipice at long last.

Unable to control your desperation, you released his name in a delighted shriek while your hands scrambled to grab onto his shoulders to have something to hang onto, your hips needily raising to meet his rutting ones for a much sought after form of romantic intimacy.

In response, Ryuji groaned out curses against the skin of your breasts while he--equally in need of any contact with you--continued to grind and rut against your pelvis, wishing that any piece of clothing that obstructed him from going balls deep inside you was torn apart. Were he in high school still, the thought alone could have sent him to climax. However, something seemed to cross his mind, if by the way he calmed the frantic movement of his hips to instead merely lay above you for a moment.

Chuckling at the whine you released from yet another denied orgasm, he slowly lifted himself off of you, an adorable flush of red on his face, despite the cocky grin spread over his features. "Well, had your fill?"

One hand reached for the remote control before--to your mixed surprised relief and disdain--turning off your vibrator completely. His fingers then moved towards your thighs, which still felt sensitive to touch as you remained craving for release. Squeezing both of them gingerly, his thumbs ran over your bare skin, a delicate touch that made you shiver as your eyes closed, your lips quivering, "Yes, M-Master Ryuji. Thank you for the treat."

"In that case, may I have mine then?"

Your eyes snapped open to a smiling shadow looming above you.

Akechi.

He looked pleased, though you were unsure if it was because of you or him making possible leeway in his investigation. Regardless, his demeanor seemed to emanate a subdued but elated satisfaction.

Knowing Ryuji, you expected for him to be resistant due to his own greed, especially to Akechi. However, you were stunned to watch the blonde toss over the remote towards him with a lighthearted, near encouraging "Go for it, man" just before he bent down to kiss your neck and your ear. His voice in a mirthful snicker, he teased out hotly, "Good luck, babe~" just before giving one of your thighs a light pat before he stepping away from the table.

Akechi was smirking.

Now in his hand, in his possession, he had control.

In more ways than one.

Over you.

Ever smooth, ever quick, Akechi claimed the spot where Ryuji stood in place, proceeding to seize your waist and flip you over onto your front. Whereas Ryuji had laid above you in a needy but intimate matter, the way Akechi bent and loomed above you exuded nothing but dominating control, his polite demeanor beginning to crumble as he savored vengeance.

Your body tensed as soon as you felt his hand on the back of your neck, his touch trailing downwards in a tantalizingly smooth manner. However, the heat of his breath against your ear sent shivers throughout the entirety of your being. "Hmm, I do believe punishment is in order for attempting to slander the good name of the Detective Prince."

You nearly jumped when his hand slammed onto the table, right upon the spot a little above and to the side of your head. As he retracted his arm back, you realized that he had just set down your vibrator's controller, a realization--and relief--made brief when his palm trailed from your back straight to between your legs, cupping your sopping core through your panties. Caught between shivering and tensing, you felt his fingers nudge against your center, running over the soaked material of your underwear before suddenly yanking them down.

"A-Akechi...!" You shrieked, your head flying back, just barely catching him raise his other hand up, only to send it crashing down upon your ass.

You were stunned.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He mused with a dangerous yet mirthful glint in his eye, right as he offered you another slap to your backside.

"Master Akechi...!

You were elated.

Just because you wished to have all four of them as your tender lovers didn't mean you were against having them roughen you up--you playing along to their scheme was testament to this.

It took everything to not teasingly wiggle your ass towards Akechi as encouragement to have him smack you even more, though he did not need a single word from you to find reason to spank you further. His palm was practically aching to be used to strike your ass with quick, stinging slaps, becoming more emboldened to nearly rip out every delightful squeal and cry you had to give in return.

Eventually, his barrage came to a pause, with one of his hands resting upon the newfound reddened complexion of your ass, while the other that was situated between your legs trailed down along the length of your dripping center, his fingertips becoming slick as they reached your vibrator.

"Your little toy is off and yet you're still dripping," he hissed sharply into your ear, a twist of reprimand and pleasure with each word. His touch left you mewling, if not because of his fingers stroking over your core, then due to him continuing to strike at your ass while doing so. The slick tip of his tongue touched against the base of your neck, dragging a thin trail along the length. "If you wanted me to demean you, you could've just asked. I would've gladly obliged."

You grasped at the edge of the table, tears brimming at your eyes from every smack, every murmured degradation, and--despite it all--every bit of pleasure you felt. From when you watched him carry himself in battle as either the gallant, dashing gentleman or as the corrupted, vengeful demon he was revealed to be, and to then witness his metamorphosis where both sides came to a middle, you were enthralled. The overly saccharine smile that would grace his lips upon viciously eliminating a Shadow that was about to lay harm to you, just before pulling you into his arms while checking you over for injury with concern.

At last, you were on the receiving end of Akechi's wrath in exactly the way you fantasized.

For all the relentless smacks and the toying touch of his fingers, you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching from within your core again.

"Go on then!" He taunted with a broad, crazed grin on his features, the taste of power ever the sweetest treat. "Cry for me! Cum for me! Show me how much you love being my precious doll--my precious maid!"

Akechi reached for your vibrator, the tape that kept it fastened to you having lost its adhesiveness by how slick you had become. Plucking to toy off with ease, he planted his fingertips right over your clit, circling around the sensitive nub as furiously as he spanked you.

Your fingertips dug into the surface of the table while your eyes shut tight, doing so as you whimpered and moaned shamelessly in your eagerness to finally reach climax.

But then, somehow, it only took one low, smooth voice to cut through the frenzied pleasure you and Akechi found yourselves lost within.

"I'd say our maid has learned her lesson, Akechi."

You suddenly felt a hand rest upon your head, fingers gently stroking over your hair in a delicate and soothing manner.

Your eyes fluttered open in surprise as you lifted your head.

Akira.

While your current position could be attested for this, he just seemed so much bigger from your current position below. You had no qualms, especially while he gazed down at you with such a fond, yet wickedly pleased expression on his features. The grin on his lips widened a bit more once his eyes shifted up towards Akechi, who looked irritated to have been interrupted from his utter domination of you.

The two exchanged a look, a clash of who should claim the highly desired role of being your master. However, similar in the way Ryuji refrained from delving further into shared intimacy with you, a deep breath and damn near having to pry his own hands away from your body was enough for Akechi to take a step back and be mindful of his actions.

Were you in a calmer state of mind, you'd have picked up on some undisclosed planning underway between the two, as well as Yusuke and Ryuji. However, with the thick, lustful haze clouding your brain, all you could lament about was being denied orgasm yet again.

"Hmmph, perhaps you're right, Akira--even if your timing is, admittedly, as irritatingly impeccable as mine," Akechi hummed while casually pushing back his hair--having worked up a bit of sweat in his heated fervor. Still, he proceeded to rest a hand on your ass, smiling at the way you tensed as he playfully tsked, "Be a good girl from now on, okay? If I catch you out of line, don't expect any mercy~"

With one last lingering stroke to your sensitive flesh, Akechi stepped away while offering the parting words of "Don't indulge yourself too much, Akira. Fair's fair after all" as he made his way back to the table, where Ryuji and Yusuke had reconvened to spectate your punishment over food.

At the same time, the hand stroking through your hair stopped in its actions, prompting you to freeze as well in anticipation. Suddenly, you felt Akira's fingers trail down to cup your chin just before lifting your head so you were gazing up at him fully.

He appeared calm and relaxed, but you were already anticipating for him to have something up his sleeve. However, he maintained an innocent demeanor as he called out your name, "I want to share a drink with you." Amused laughter followed suit as his gaze trailed over the length of your body, stopping at and admiring the shade of scarlet on your ass. "You look like you could use one."

"Drink? When did you start drinking booze?" You inquired curiously as he released your chin to instead position himself and stand right behind your backside.

"Not that--just some iced milk tea. Being in France's coffee culture for so long made me crave for a taste of home," he clarified, smiling while his fingers grasped your panties and tugged them back up your thighs. "I made some at the bar while Ace Defective over there was smacking your ass. Gotta say I was pretty jealous while hearing you yelping and crying out so cutely."

"Haha~ Go to hell, Akira," Akechi responded, his chuckle lacking any sense of humor, by contrast to the snickering and polite laughter of Ryuji and Yusuke.

Admittedly, the feeling of your damp panties--now feeling cool at this point--adorning your body once more made for a rather unpleasant sensation. However, you had no complaints to being gingerly scooped up into Akira's arms while he murmured for you to leave the walking to him.

You expected to be taken to the bar, only to be carried back to the table where the other three were sitting. The glass of iced milk tea sitting on the wooden surface caught your eye, but seeing Akechi, Ryuji and Yusuke made you wonder and anticipate what would soon transpire.

From what Akira proceeded to then instruct you with, his intentions left you mystified. Upon asking if you felt okay enough to kneel and sit on the back of your legs, you assured him that it was fine, despite the wincing you did while obliging, your backside still tender. Further confusion followed, however, when his fingers tugged on your skirt, gently commanding you to have it hike up your waist. His hands then pressed on either side of your thighs, pushing them closer together.

Seeing the befuddled look on your face, Akira chuckled, eyes twinkling with mischief as he grabbed the glass of milk tea, "Hold still now." With the gazes of everyone in the room focused on you, a wave of heat swept over your body from all the attention.

One that remained even as he attempted to douse it by pouring some of the glass right into the tiny triangle formed between your thighs and core. The sudden chill of the drink seeping down over the sensitive heat of your core made you shriek a little, a louder one following when Akira did not refrain a second longer from diving face first onto your lap. His lips were eager to lap up the sweetened milk tea.

If Ryuji was starving while he had his mouth planted on your breasts, then Akira was parched while he hastily drank from your lap.

You expected for him to refill the 'cup' you were so kind enough to create for him, but instead you were treated to his hands spreading your legs wide apart before he buried his head in-between your thighs. The heat of his tongue licking broad strokes up and down the drenched--in more ways than one--material of your panties, imposing a ferociousness on you that immediately sent you into a frenzy.

His lips wrapped over your hardened clit, taking in the taste of your own slickness and the milk tea through your panties. In return, you gasped out his name while your hands threaded themselves into his hair, your need to orgasm so dire that you were hoping to keep his head in place for as long as possible.

A curse uttered by Ryuji had you look to the side, noticing that he, Akechi and Yusuke were still watching this moment between you and Akira transpire. All expressed different degrees of envy to your shaggy-haired crush while their lusts for you only became even more burdensome to maintain.

Your hips desperately rutted against Akira's mouth, heavy pants and needy whines released from your lips. With how long you had been strung around as their plaything while you heeded every command they had, you hoped that at last you would be given release--even if you wished that your panties weren't in the way between you and his tongue.

But Akira felt that he had his fill, given by how he seized your wrists and had you release his head. Grinning from ear to ear, he licked his lips, savoring the delectable taste present on his tongue. "Mmm, now that's a taste I've been missing while I was away. Thanks for that."

Relishing the flustered, needy look on your face, Akira continued to smirk while his fingers moved to cup your chin once more, his grip firmer than before.

And then he questioned.

"Tell me, did you do this sort of thing with that one client of yours?"

The mood in the room shifted.

Immediately.

You paled.

"'One client'?" Akechi repeated, his eyes growing wide with surprise while the beginnings of a displeased frown tugged on his lips. "That's the first I'm hearing about this."

"Yeah, any names and coordinates would be really appreciated right now," Ryuji grunted, his shoulders as tight as his voice.

Yusuke's eyebrow was raised. "Let us not be hasty to violence, Ryuji. However..." His protectiveness of you spilled out in full force. "We must confront this individual properly."

Akira was still smirking.

He knew.

You were trapped. There was no way to escape without giving an answer--an honest one at that. However Akira got hold of the truth was something you'd extract from him at another time. For now, you had no choice but to finally reveal this secret, especially to these four of all people.

With Akira's fingers still holding onto your chin, you released a sigh and then the truth.

"Like any of you would ever go and hurt Mishima."

"Mi-Mishima?!"

The shock was tangible, as was the rallied fervor to seek some form of vengeance.

After all, with every single one of your claims to have never done anything to such intimate extremes with another person, suddenly the truth that declared otherwise had come forth, and with Mishima at that too.

Pleased with you being direct, Akira released your chin without another word.

Seeing the bewildered expressions of the other three, you knew there was no need to even try to cushion the blow of your reveal with muddled facts and truths. Instead, you decided to simply bare it all.

Though still riled up from your afternoon, you confessed with a huff, "I needed a customer to fulfill my quota and didn't have my price system worked out yet--I was too shy to even think about it. Mishima wanted to go all out before he left for LA and--" You thought coming clean would help, but if anything, it seemed to aggravate the three further. Still, not to be deterred, you blurted out, "--I wanted some experience and trusted him on it--!"

Caught up in your rambled reveal, you did not notice Akira suddenly switching positions, his new location made apparent when he hugged your body from behind and hoisted you up to your feet. While you were left confused yet again, he assumed to act as your support, only to then carry on the role of your demise as he rested his chin upon your shoulder.

While his expression looked to be as wicked as ever, his tone was in the sharpest snarl you'd ever heard it to be.

"Ravage her."

Practically by muscle memory from those Phantom Thief days, Ryuji, Akechi, and Yusuke were quick to act--even you felt compelled to move from how significant those words were to you, and how they fueled your most depraved fantasies

Almost as swift as the feeling of elation that claimed your body as all four men descended upon you, intent on doing very much the same.

A blur of hands reached for you, the only thing registering clearly with you was the sound and sensation of your uniform being torn and stripped off your body, with Akira holding you up and keeping you still throughout the frenzy.

While you were driven mad to having been denied your pleasure, the four were far past their limits of restraint, years of desiring you simply unbearable to try to maintain when you were standing before them, expressing the same shameless need.

What resulted was Akira grinning deviously while his arms remained ensnared around your body, Akechi and Ryuji standing either side of you while a reverent Yusuke was quick to kneel before you, his face nuzzling against your thighs.

His breath hot and one hand groping your breast, Akechi harshly nipped at your ear in reprimand. "So what you mean to tell us was that you lied under oath?"

"You--!" Ryuji growled under his breath, turning your chin so you were looking directly into his eyes. "You said you didn't do any sex shit with your customers! Right to our faces, you said this, even while fuckin' Mishima was doing this to you...!" Pressing his pelvis right into your side, he slowly ground his hips against your body, making sure you felt every aching inch of his erection.

Yusuke's admiration of your naked form paused for a moment as his hands reached for your hips. "A beautifully cunning display of deception, but still: I don't take too kindly to being lied to," he began, his tone sharp as he glowered, "An offense worthy of the most severe of punishments, I must say. You'd do well to earn forgiveness."

And never to be excluded, Akira brought his lips to the side of your neck opposite of Akechi, creating a trail of kisses and affectionate bites all the way up to your ear. "Guess playing secrets didn't stop with the Phantom Thieves, hm?" He queried innocently, even while a wicked smirk remained on his face. "How much did you indulge him?"

Pride and humility be damned, all you cared about was pleasure--yours a priority with theirs just a half-step below.

"Enough to take you all on," you challenged, which in turn incited fiery expressions that were adamant to rise to your proposition. "Don't look so appalled! Y-You're all some corrupt bastards here anyway with how you tricked me into all this and treated me today! It's like you didn't learn a thing from when we were Phantom Thieves!"

"Hmph, it wasn't like any of us were angels to begin with," Akechi countered with a click of his tongue.

"For once I gotta agree with Ace Defective," Ryuji snickered, ignoring the glare sent his way. He looked directly towards you, his tone light despite how serious his sentiment was. "You expect us to be all pure and well-behaved around you? Do you know how many times I've jerked off after we hit up the Metaverse because you looked so fuckin' gorgeous and sexy in your thief getup?"

Yusuke's hands withdrew from your hips as he held them before his face, his eyes staring at them in reflection. "I'll be frank--I cannot even attempt to hide my own lustful depravity with my desire for you, of which affected me to the point when I could not even pick up my pencil to draw..." His gaze shifted back to your thighs before focusing on your dripping core, the slick sheen of it making his mouth water. "...but rather, attempt to ease my lusts within the confines of my dorm room."

"Yusuke, dude, just be normal like the rest of us and say you were jerking off while thinking about her."

"...I am not you, Ryuji."

Akira caught your attention as he delicately trailed up your stomach before reaching for your other breast. "Don't act so highly." Squeezing and fondling your chest, he purred harshly into your ear. "You're the one with the greedy, lustful, and gluttonous heart after all."

That seemed to spur on the other three, who were back to focusing more on reprimanding action than word. Seeing Akira touch your chest and kiss your neck made Akechi do the same, albeit a bit harsher by comparison, if just to elicit the cry of his name. Yusuke was back to revering your thighs with his mouth, while Ryuji's fingers sought to trail over your clit.

And thus you found little reason to be shy about your feelings for them any longer.

"I know and I don't care!"

Everyone's eyes were trained on your face.

A deep, dark chuckle rose from Akira's throat, his hand squeezing your breast firmly. Holding you tighter to his body, he pressed his erection right against your backside, grinding against you with as much fervor as Ryuji did. His voice husky, he demanded, "Then confess to your vices! Show us how much you want us to take your heart."

And then, as though on cue, you watched as Akechi, Yusuke, and Ryuji reach for their belts and the zippers of their pants, all while you felt Akira do the same once he released his hold on your chest. As soon as you caught glimpse of their erect cocks--even feeling the heat of one press right against your ass--you were shameless in your plea. The reveal surpassed anything you ever fantasized about. "I don't care who goes first! Just please--! Any of you, fuck me! I don't know how much more I can take!"

"What's this now? A maid pleading for services?" Ryuji queried with a cocky grin.

"Mm, more like a confirmation of what I expected this establishment to be," Akechi hummed in response. "I wonder--how much would it cost to fuck one of the pretty maids here?"

You shook your head vigorously. Though you knew they only meant this in jest, you absolutely refused to lose the chance of getting fucked by all four. "You never have to pay--I'll be yours! You all can have and own me! Whatever you want me to do, however you want me to be--I'll do it!"

"Aww," Ryuji chuckled, leaning over to kiss your cheek. "No need to go that far, babe! Just be yourself!" His hand reached for the hem of his shirt.

"It's the only way we'd want you anyhow," Yusuke assured soothingly, his hands undoing the buttons of his lavender-colored top. "We've all longed for you since our days as vigilantes."

"Precisely. This was all done out of our respective affection for you." His hands loosening his tie, Akechi quipped ever so cheerfully, "Even if you being our fucktoy sounds promising--mine especially."

With yet another kiss to your neck, Akira hummed out his agreement while shrugging off his black blazer, all the while smirking. "That, I can't argue with."

Clothes littered the floor, and soon there was absolutely nothing in the way between your body and theirs.

And then, after such an excruciating, painful yet tantalizing delay, you were ravaged accordingly and thoroughly.

For as much as your sopping core ached for release, you were practically drooling at the sight of their erect cocks, flushed with generous beads of pre-cum dripping at the top. Your knees not even giving way, you sunk down to the floor, your lips parting open, eager to be filled.

Ryuji made sure you were not kept waiting, with a hand threaded through the back of your hair and his cock easing into your mouth with ease. The inviting warmth of your throat caused him to moan--a sweet, simpering sound at that--his head tossed back by how gleeful you were to suck him off. Still tingling from when he was rutting intensely against you earlier, the same energy from prior was amplified as he wasted no time to fuck your mouth.

As you savored the taste of Ryuji's cock, you brought up your hands as an offering to be used by the others as they saw fit. Akechi and Akira--envious of how swift the blonde was--were quick to grab onto your wrists and guide your fingers to their dicks, both groaning as you stroked them both simultaneously. As for Yusuke, he wasn't even bothered to have to wait, finding an immeasurable amount of euphoria just by being able to nudge the head of his cock over your cheeks whenever he had the chance, shivering and crying out under his breath while seeing his pre-cum coat your skin--as if he needed more reason to claim you thoroughly with his seed.

Of course, you made sure to not play favorites, as you loved all equally.

You made sure they all had a chance to thrust away at your mouth and savor the muffled moans you emitted in response, especially when the four took turns with either positioning themselves beneath you to have sate their craving of your dripping center with their tongues and fingers, or kissing and marking your breasts with their lips and cocks. Sensation overload was an understatement, if by the amount of times they eased your ache by finally letting you climax freely as you desired.

By contrast to them however, as magnificent of a sensation as your throat was, all were hungering to stuff you full of their cum by any means possible.

Especially Akechi, who, not to be beaten by anyone again was the first to act. Far beyond patience, he took advantage of his position beneath you to lift your hips off of his face and instead guide you towards his cock. You had no protest to this, and were just as eager to sink down the length of his dick, reeling in from the pleasure of being stretched by his girth at long last.

A raptured gasp of "yes!" uttered breathlessly as he latched onto your hips and hoist you up and down his cock. While you were happy to reciprocate his actions by grinding down on him, he insisted--rather, demanded--that you follow his pace. He bit his lip, marveling at the sight of you being bounced onto his cock, your face flushed and breasts jiggling with each movement. Your helplessness satisfied him to no end, even if your moans and cries of his name were obscured by Ryuji and Yusuke stuffing your mouth with their cocks.

As for Akira, he stepped away for a moment--really, just so quick that you barely noticed that he was gone. A tube of lube in hand, he certainly didn't intend on being beaten by Akechi, nor did he wish to deny you of your realized wishes any further than he already had. With copious lubricant on his fingers and cock, and the rasp in his low, velvety voice as he uttered filthy reassurances and comfort into your ear while his naked body pressed against your back, he eventually began fucking your ass in tandem with Akechi pummeling up to your core.

"Yes, that's it--good girl!" Akira hissed while his lips sloppily kissed your neck, one arm curled around your body while he groped one breast--the other mauled by Akechi's teeth and tongue--as the other struck your ass over and over in contrast to every deep, drawn out thrust. "Squeezing around us so tightly, so hungry for the taste and feel of cock. You don't even need to say a word on how much you're loving this...!"

"Had enough of my dick yet, baby?" Ryuji teased, grinning while he thumbed over your full cheek with affection. "Too bad you won't get to taste my cum, 'cause I'm saving all that for your pretty pussy, and hell, even for your tight little ass if ya' beg nice enough!"

Yusuke shivered as your tongue continued to drag along underneath the length of his cock, fighting the urge to spill into and coat your throat with his cum. "A-And the same can be said for me." Gaining his bearings, he heaved out, "I intend on painting you as the goddess of eros that you truly are, darling."

Akechi couldn't resist a chuckle. "For such a gorgeous goddess, you sure do succumb pretty easily to the whims of man~"

However, he was soon left to groaning and crying out once he and Akira climaxed within you. As you whimpered and thrashed with your own release, you were truly rendered a splendid dripping mess, one that Yusuke and Ryuji were happy to add to once you were passed along to them, now with the latter fucking your ass from beneath while the former gladly pumped his cock inside you from on top.

Though having just climaxed, neither Akira nor Akechi were through with you yet, as both were positioned on either side of your body, the two at a clash to possess your lips with theirs while their fingers journeyed over your naked front side.

But even caught between the rivalry of the two and the intensive friendly cooperation between Yusuke and Ryuji, for as ravenous as they were, there wasn't a moment when their more affectionate side didn’t shine through. For every filthy word cursed out was the declaration of love from any--or each--of the four, gentle strokes to soothe spanked and other skin left marred by rough affection, bites to your neck and breasts kissed over with reverence.

Still, even so, they were still salty about Mishima, and did not hold back their feelings on your deceit whatsoever.

"Goddamn--Mishima got a farewell fuck and I didn't?" Ryuji grunted when he had you all to himself, fucking you from behind as he had you positioned on your hands and knees. "Well, looks like I'm making up for lost time with you!"

He suddenly grabbed for a handful of your ass, the rhythm of his thrusts picking up with speed. You didn't need to look back to see the cocky smirk and wink on his features. "Probably for the better--my stamina's unmatched now thanks to university track!"

When Yusuke had you cradled on his lap as he thrusted up into your center with languid sensuality, his mouth lifted off from your breasts to sigh out in reflection. "I thought being apart from you would ease the intense lascivious fantasies that plagued me during high school. Instead, they only worsened as I yearned to simply stand before you face to face."

His hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head to have you gaze right at the adoring look on his face just before he kissed you out of genuine piety. "The rapture I feel in my heart right now, to feel your wet heat constrict so tightly around me--I feel I can paint without hesitation for the lifetimes to come."

Afterwards, when Akechi was kneeling by the side of your head, looking utterly amused as he watched your tongue happily flitter out your lips to lick along and circle around the head of his cock. His voice thick with desire, he purred out, "If I had known you'd be crawling all over Mishima, I would've had you come to my place before I left. Honestly, I would've just taken you with me to London."

"And I would've been at Heathrow, ready to steal you away to Paris," Akira quipped in rebuttal, all while he had your legs spread wide as his cock pushed in and out of your core with wondrous refined fluidity. Licking his lips with glee, he added, "It would've been the perfect getaway."

The perfect getaway.

Those words remained in your head all throughout the remaining duration of your reservation.

The last you would have.

For as many times as you were made to climax, to receive load after load of cum inside of you or splattered across your naked body, you soon realized that this was your newfound reality.All this time spent hopelessly pining after the four.

Now they were all clamoring to have you as theirs, a begrudging but accepted alliance made to share.

As you laid sprawled upon the cafe floor, gasping for breath in a euphoric daze while you were attended to by Akira, Ryuji, Yusuke, and Akechi through kisses and embraces, sweet words of affection, and more, you were full of contentment and love, a tranquility seemingly unfelt before now enveloping you whole.

After today, you would have no need to return to this maid cafe to work especially once Akechi reported his findings. No customers to attend to, no hopefuls to deny.

And most of all, no more secrets to hold.

You knew Makoto, Ann, Futaba, and Haru were going to be in for quite a reveal once you showed up with your quartet in tow--even if you knew they would be supportive, if not teasing and relieved. Your Ibiza trip would still be a go, if just because now you would be supported by the income of three summer jobs attempting to somehow beat the steady income of a detective.

Upon your return, fall would be here and the five of you would split your separate ways yet again.

But this was merely farewell, not goodbye.

You had no reason to feel lonely, or feel like your heart was empty.

Because no matter the day, whether in bittersweet parting or joyous reunion, or the amount of distance in-between, you knew you were taken.

Your heart stolen by four men who weren't quite ready to give up on being thieves.

#akira kurusu #goro akechi #yusuke kitagawa #ryuji sakamoto #persona 5 #reader insert #the get laid cafe #fic #super freaknasty writing #management will return in a queue minutes

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sixmorningsafter · 7 years

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15 Review

I didn’t know how to start this review. Then you posted your character trailer and I was struck by how much this fic has evolved from the original 2-minute trailer. It started out as a fluffy rom com type fic and now it is a story of depth, of feeling and of growth. Sure, your humour balances out the angst, but what blows me away is the affection all your readers have for your characters even if the canon version leaves them cold. There are still times when I want to smack them around the head for being dumb (quite a lot in this chapter!), but I am still rooting so hard for all 4 of them to get a HEA (actually 5 including Kai).

Ahhhhh, Janet, my sun and stars! Sorry for taking a bit to reply to this - I was trying to get 16 cranked out (lmao as you well know) and I was putting off delving back into my asks until I did. Now that the chapter’s up and kind of terrifyingly out there, I can finally get to answering this glorious, lovely review, and I’m going to start with getting real emotional over everything you said about the fic’s development. I think I’ve mentioned it a few times, but I’ve always been aiming for a kind of Breakfast Club effect with this story where it starts out with a bunch of surface-level stereotypes for characters, gets them stuck somewhere, and then uses that idle time to dig past the labels and see what makes them human. Obviously SMA has gone way off the rails and is way more shippy and tropey than TBC, lmao, but it makes me so happy to hear that you feel like it’s transcended the raunchy romcom premise. It’s been a gradual but deliberate effort on my end and it gives me hella feels to know it’s working.

Can I just say how much I love the fact you started and ended it with Stefan’s POV? That end scene where he can’t help but be a little bit Nicholas Sparks (Stefan “King of Cheese” Salvatore knows who he is, but not Sia ha ha) and Caroline surprises him with the hot chocolate – aww. I also adored Ms Cuddles and Caroline having a ‘chat’ about Stefan – that was a really beautiful note, the parallel of Caroline softening towards both the cat and Stefan. In fact, the cat is basically a metaphor for Stefan, right? Caroline’s reaction annoyed me initially, I can’t lie, but her gradual rationalisation of her behaviour was really interesting and her thoughts on how it affected Stefan showed her to be compassionate and sweet. An interesting point was that Stefan felt that he lost control completely of the sex, intimacy situation, whereas Caroline describes him as ‘always having one foot on the floor, checking in’ – I’m not sure why I liked that so much, but I did. I love the tease for chapter 16 where these idiots actually talk to each other. There’s a line where Stefan talks (in his head) about him (or indeed anyone) not being worth that much angst and about watching her flicker from afar, both of which I loved because it showed just what a caring chap Stefan is.

Italicized the bit above because I’m so happy you caught that! It was one of those dissonant things I tried to sneak in to remind people that literally no one’s narration in this fic is objective, you know? Like Stefan’s sitting there feeling lowkey guilty because there was a moment he knew he probably should’ve pulled back but didn’t, and then later on Caroline’s thinking about how safe she felt because he never seemed to lose himself completely. I think on a backstory note, too, it gives a some indirect insight into Maroline and just how out of control Matt could get that by comparison, Stefan losing control felt like total safety to her.

ANYWAY, that bit aside (I love how you catch those little things, btw), cat’s totally a metaphor for Stefan. To me anyway. I don’t think Stefan directly intended the parallel but this cheesy af author did 👍 And yeah, at their core, Caroline and Stefan are both giant cheese balls who are just trying to figure out what to do with their abundance of scary feelings. I think it’s good that Caroline’s reaction annoyed you, tbh, because it was supposed to be a last straw kind of thing. Not necessarily even for Stefan, but just for her. She gets sick of her own shit, which you probably get more of a sense for in 16 than 15. It’s kind of her breaking point. She’s like ‘holy shit enough this is exhausting’. So I think it’s good for you, as the reader, to also be exhausted with her, because she’s pretty much feeling the same way.

(Aside: jeez the way you wrote the Steroline sex scene was perfect, not graphic or squirmy, but really hot. I now can’t wait to see what you do with Bamon! Things gonna get weird – I know it!)

I literally just figured out how Bamon’s going to go down (like locked it down in my head) and honestly. Weirdly feelsy. But also very hot and them, I think. Bonnie’s profession might factor in. But gah, thanks so much for the feedback on the SC scene! That was like my first time writing a sex scene in a fic (not because I’m anti-sex scene I just usually don’t make it that far in, looooool) so I’m so glad it wasn’t a disaster!

The ship stuff is great in this chapter, but I thought I was going to miss the friendship stuff. I didn’t because of all the cute references to the friendships that you put in. Damon doing his lovesick idiot impression AKA imitating Stefan – LOL! Damon referring to Stefan taking Bonnie to court for flamingo hate crimes - I nearly died at that little exchange. I also liked the parallel of Bonnie telling Damon about the Stefonnie V-day standoff (“yellow sucks and you’re a bad friend” WTF Bonnie? Baby love sick puppy Stefan - priceless) and Steroline chatting about Bonnie’s insane diet as a way of bonding (Stefan’s a feeder, his go-to strategy to smooth things over = food, head canon this was his major way of coping with his sisters and Bonnie’s mood swings). Bonnie is like the lynch pin in this fic and I bloody love it. The parallel of Caroline and Bonnie trying to get over Stefan and Damon by using extreme physical contact as a method of desensitisation. LOL like that was ever going to work - dumbos!

Aren’t they the stupidest human beings, though? Like do you understand how often I write literally any part of this fic and have to stop, stare the screen, and go ‘WHY ARE YOU ALL SO DUMB’. Like yeah, Caroline, riding Stefan in the middle of a dark living room till neither of you can think straight is definitely going to make you less into him. Obviously. How could that backfire? Yeah Bonnie, dragging a flirty Damon to a tiny little stairwell to bitch at him is obviously not going to lead to anything you don’t want happening. How could it? It’s so foolproof? They’re stupid. Anyway, lmao, love love love that all the brotp references could keep you afloat with the friendships this chapter, and love all the parallels you picked up on. I’m not going to lie, I miss writing ensemble scenes so friggin’ much, to the point where I’m a little sad 16 had to get split before I hit the group bits, but I can’t wait to get back to that. I can’t wait to get back to crowded mornings and furtive looks and smug comments and chaotic bursts of activity - it always happens whenever I have long night time scenes. I’m like ready for the reset of a new, bustling morning, and a large part of it is because of the brotp potential, so I’m super happy that part’s important to you, too!

Now for Kai. His cyber stalking, 6 ovens and secret room made me laugh in a somewhat anxious way, although I too aim for my Christmas decorations to involve a miniature train set up #lifegoals #weareallalittlebitkai. I get that Bonnie was terrified, trapped with a knife 2 inches from her face. She still slipped into her compassionate self because that is who Bonnie is at her core. This girl is a damn hero. I can totally see how down the line these 2 end up being ‘friends’ with the other 3 being dragged into this friendship group, kicking and screaming, although I caught Damon being friendly with him already. I’m really interested to see how the Stefan-Kai dynamic works out. I felt bad for him going off swan hunting in a blizzard and perplexed because it’s going to take ages to pluck and roast a new swan – Bamon are trapped lol.

Loooool, Kai, my little lunatic son. He means well? Kind of. I think he just doesn’t always know what ‘well’ is. And yep, Bonnie’s compassionate streak flares hard and often, and it’s already showing for Kai, although if you’ve read 16 it turns out that Damon actually ends up being the surprise Kai bestie. Honestly, Kai thinks they’re both great and has very enthusiastic and occasionally frightening ways of showing it, lmao. And HAHA, you know, Kai x Stefan is probably the only dynamic I haven’t nailed down? Largely because my instinct is to have Kai think he’s shady/get an inexplicably bad vibe from him (because COME ON HOW FUNNY IS THAT), and I feel like Stefan’s constantly getting the short end of the stick with these people, but lmao, who knows. I might do it anyway. It’s hard to resist the hilarity of Murdery McSwankiller Kai finding Stefan of all people suspicious. They’ll probably bond over cooking, though.

Hands down my favourite part is Damon’s panic attack, the way you wrote it – wow, so good. I have never had a panic attack and after reading that I was so glad that I hadn’t. It basically cracked open Damon’s life a little, let us in on his dark past. I have only waited 15 chapters for this (see every review of this fic I have ever written lol – god I’m so boring, sorry). When they were first trapped in the basement and Bonnie was quizzing him without mercy, I felt so bad for him. I loved that she picked up on the panic attack and tried a softer approach and the connection that it sparked. I love their physical attraction (I want them to kiss every time they get within about 6 foot of each other, I have no idea how Bonnie copes!), their verbal sparring and Damon’s protectiveness towards Bonnie, but Damon being vulnerable and letting her in (even if he didn’t want to) was like the final piece in a jigsaw puzzle and at the same time, the beginning of something really beautiful. I really want to see more from him next chapter, his embarrassment is already palpable in the preview vid and I’m so psyched about vulnerable Damon. I hope we find out more about why he was in Chicago. Is that likely?

Ahhhhhh, girl, all of this has me so, so starry-eyed, like I’m so happy to hear this scene worked so well for you. I always get super nervous when I’m writing something sensitive that I’ve never gone through myself, and I try to do a bunch of research and read about peoples’ experiences and see what different accounts have in common to get to the core of it, but it’s still always a bit of a gamble. Not even in the sense of getting the symptoms and stuff right, because that’s just following a list, but more so capturing the gravity of it, not making it some melodramatic trivialized thing that robs it of weight, you know? That’s what I was the most worried about, so reading this review is just so, so wonderful, because it seems like you really felt everything I was trying to capture. Love love love your analysis of Bamon and their progression so far, and your note about how it felt like both the final piece of something and the beginning of something else. I think that’s such a great way to put it. You spend a fair bit of time in Damon’s head in 16, and it’s safe to say his whole breezy facade is cracked, but the vulnerability is definitely there. And as for the new beginning you mentioned in 15, I think what that ends up being in 16 is that trust is starting to build. He’s trying to avoid it at first, but it’s there and it’s growing, and in 17 (what was supposed to be 16, lmao), you’ll see the first moment where Damon actually volunteers information about himself. He isn’t asked, he isn’t panicking, he just finally gets to the point where he wants to talk about things, Chicago, etc. So I think it’s 100% likely that you’ll hear more about what happened there, and in an added bonus, it won’t all be from his mental narration! He’s going to bring it up. It’s comin’!

Edit: Having seen your posts, I have now seen that the next chapter will have Baroline friendship scenes and more Stefan back story – OMG yay so up for this! Also we need more about Stefan and the girl that cried after having sex with him (or was it the other way around?).

Hahaha literally BOTH of those things got lost in the split, I’m afraid. But they’re definitely coming! And lmaaaaaoooooo, in the fic, Stefan made a girl cry once, but I honestly wouldn’t put post-sex crying past him. Oh, Stefan, my precious emotional son.

Anyway, thanks so, so much for this glorious review, babe. As always, it was insightful and eloquent af and I’m crazy humbled to have readers like you. <3

#six mornings after #review #reply #15 #submission

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unicornmagic · 7 years

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Sooo HP-verse again after all these years

Why can’t I quit u, JKR? How will u destroy my barely-even-allegorical gay ship THIS TIME?

(If she thinks I’ve forgiven her for the Great Dog Death of ‘03 she’s dead wrong, but istg it’s like she knew the way to lure me back was pederasty. My weakness, JKR, how did u know.)

Gradence blab under cut

Colin Farrell has a lot to answer for, too, with his striding and manspreading and wand-wielding and doing THINGS with his HANDS.* Have we talked lately about my love of firm-jawed Law types who wield phallic objects and effortlessly perform masculinity while protectively caring for age-inappropriate love interests, tumblr? Have we? Bonus points when the relationship with age-inappropriate love interest tips Daddy’s alignment toward Neutral Good because oh wait, turns out the Law is shitty and requires revision (see also: Temeraire lololol).

Anyway, Hannigram has been the perfect training ground bc now I have all this practice in constructing the imaginary kinder gentler protective version of a character who’s abusive in the text ha ha ha. At least Graves has the excuse of being literally not himself since he got bodysnatched by wizard Hitler.

Credence is obvs squarely in the strike zone of dark-haired beauty cruelly injured by the world. I’LL SAVE YOU, SAD BISHOUNEN

Sad Bishounen and How To Save Them: The AU

The thing is, after fully latching on to Mr. G, Credence is gonna be wildly emotionally dependent–I don’t think there’s any way around that, especially if they're cohabiting, even if one gives him other friends as a further support system. So I figure Graves (who in any verse according to yrs trly will be trying to do right by Credence, having failed spectacularly at resisting a romantic/sexual relationship altogether, because despite being super inappropriate it’s troo luv) eventually tries to send Credence off on his own somewhere, maybe a trip abroad, something relatively innocuous with Newt & critters, maybe. Get him out of the house, give him some air, let him operate independently for a while. This is like when Jedi Masters send their beloved apprentices out into the galaxy alone, amirite. If you love something, set it free, if it comes back to you etc. Meanwhile the insecure parts of Credence will feel like the world is ending, Mr. Graves doesn’t want him any more, sob, etc. etc.

But he squashes his insecurities into a tiny dense ball of misery and goes…and then Graves gets into trouble while he’s gone, Credence has to come charging to the rescue, OBSCURUS SMASH, and Credence decides then and there to become an Auror since clearly no one else can be trusted to look after Mr. Graves. (Am torn on this: on the one hand it’d be good for Credence to have a job that doesn’t entail magical violence, or working for his S.O. to whom he is already overly attached -_-; but otoh who can resist mutual protectiveness / together they fight crime?? Anyway when it comes to Final Boss Grundeltwerp it’ll be all hands on deck since we’ll need the entire party to stop him, probably.)

Q: What about Mary Lou tho, if she doesn’t bite the dust in this AU bc Graves got Credence away in time A: UGHHH can we pls just arrest her for child abuse and assault? No? I’ll think of something.

Q: What about Modesty tho A: Idk, can Queenie and Jacob take her in? Maybe she gets an Ilvermorny letter after all? Yer a witch, Modesty. Then she gets to live the dream, eating pastries and going to magic school and visiting Credence and Uncle Percy. A+ life

* I realize info about the upcoming films is scarce–except that wossername Newt’s ex will be innit–but why would you get Colin Farrell to be all painfully attractive in the first film, and then never bring him back ever again? Who does that? If JKR’s gonna go all gay tragedy with Grindeldore, she owes the audience some gay HEA to compensate. She owes me personally, lmao, see above re: Dog Death of ‘03 and associated emotional distress. (I kid, I mean I’d like to watch Colin Farrell do things with his hands on screen again, but most likely JKR would cock it up, whereas the fans are doing just fine.)

#blah blah blah #gradence #fbawtft #is this what the kids call canons of the head

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thestarrofdavid-blog · 6 years

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WRECKED.

The last few days in Jerusalem have wrecked me a little... But for you to understand what I’m saying, I think I have to go back to 2013 for a bit.

I had just turned 20 years old when my family took the trip of a lifetime to bring my Grandma Starr over to the Holy Land to meet her family after 60 years of separation.

Those first conversations were beautiful - full of love, of sharing memories, of learning names, and of filling in gaps.

But one thing in this story that we don’t often talk about is what happened after Grandma Starr went back home to America with my family... and I was left here in Israel.

Don’t get me wrong... it had all been part of the plan (sort of). I had talked it out with my parents about a month before the trip how it might be good for me to stay and learn the culture/language, so that in the future we could feel like we actually had a connection to the people we would be meeting (this has proven so true in these last weeks even.)

I think what wasn’t part of the plan was the transformation I would have to go through to get there. Whereas my siblings and parents were able to return to the farm after coming face to face with their long-lost relatives for three weeks... I continued to live with these somewhat strangers for nearly a whole year.

Living with strangers 24/7 can be a hard enough adjustment as it is (trust me, Peru was my greatest teacher in that). But living with strangers in another language, who happen to be Moroccan Orthodox Jewish people while you are a naive Christian farm-boy who could probably use a little more backbone... is a recipe for... confusion.

I’d say my time in Israel was about as tough as it gets. I won’t go into extreme detail, but for reference, after 7 months of studying with a Jewish Rabbi every week, living in the West Bank, and staying with an older aunt from Iraq who spoke Hebrew with a very heavy accent... I had enough confrontation to make me feel like I was anything but welcome in this Holy Land.

I wish I could write all of those experiences here... but that would take too much of your time. (If you’d like to see a few of those experiences, you can check out my blog that I kept in Israel and Peru (http://thepassengersseat.blogspot.com/2013/04/meeting-with-rabbi.html?m=1).

Israel is a very special, beautiful country. There truly is nothing like it in the world. And I would say I believed that coming out of my first time living here. However, I think I believed it in a negative way.

Israel was hard. Every day was conflict. Every day was a struggle to understand...

And that struggle broke me.

I left on the airplane back to the United States more confused, more hurt than I had ever been in my life. Sure, I had purposefully placed myself in that space, to be that bridge... but what I didn’t know was how much weight I was going to have to learn to hold standing in that gap.

There’s no better way to say it than the fact that having Jewish blood, but being Christian does not go over well over here... especially when part of your family is Orthodox. It wasn’t even that I would cry myself to sleep when people would spit on the ground when I would talk about my grandma becoming Christian... it was that I literally began to lose weight rapidly due to the pressure I was under daily to conform. To give up my faith. To make Aliyah to “The Greatest Country on Earth?”

It was hard for me because I watched so many of my friends in school who were Christian enjoying all the perks of the Holy Land that they should, but never having to confront that side of the conversation simply because they were not Jewish.

I jealously wanted to be like them. To be able to walk around where Jesus walked and feel like I was in the greatest city in the world.

But that wasn’t my reality... until this year.

Over the last 5 years, God has been healing my heart. He has been answering many questions that have been hard on me for years... and it seems as though he has been changing the hearts of many of my relatives over here as well.

This time around, I was bound and determined to give Israel a second chance, and let me tell you what... that crevasse was deep and wide separating my American family from my Israeli one, it was deep and wide separating my Jewish heritage from my Christian faith, it was deep and wide separating my heart from falling in love with this land...

But I trusted back then, with all those questions in my head, those hurts... when God says, “You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.” - Jeremiah 29:13...

He brought me to those answers. He healed those wounds. And this trip he has given me new eyes for this land. I don’t know what that means for the future, but looking back I don’t see the canyon that stood before me. I see a solid bridge that will not falter.

And I see the beauty blossoming all around me amidst what was such a struggle.

He is faithful. He redeems.

The last few days in Jerusalem have wrecked me a little... they have wrecked me in the best possible way.

Blessings,

Luke

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hoffeeinthemorning-blog · 6 years

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Three Words- Part One (Wattpad Smut: hemp0raryfix)

Still unnoticed by the man of the show, I happily made my way down the steep steps and onto the ground floor of the arena. His security nodded at me knowingly, leading me up and behind the stage, where he'd already be. The last show of the tour ended a mere couple minutes ago, screaming and crying girls still littered the spacious arena which had now looked like a tornado just circled around and swept groups of fans away.

He had no idea that I was here, which didn't matter to me in the slightest. Attending this show, my intentions weren't of that him spotting me in the crowd of thousands of faces. If he sees me, he sees me, I thought. The Manchester show is when I saw him last, a month has passed with no contact aside from a couple simple texts reading: "I miss you." I told him, though—I made sure he knew I'd attend another one of his shows, I believed he must be fairly disappointed due to the tour now being over and me supposedly not keeping my promise.

Little did he know, I was here and I couldn't wait a second longer to see him. However, anticipation filled me and I felt somewhat anxious as my hand hesitated to turn the handle of his very own dressing room door. Him almost saying those three words to me after the Manchester show a month ago, I didn't mention. I stopped him; I had to. I couldn't help but feel like if those words slipped from his mouth, he'd immediately regret them. We weren't together, no. For two years, we'd been on and off, constantly reminding each other that we were only seeing each other, seeing how things go, if this works out.

He cheated on me, once...twice. He was flawed. I admired him though, of course I did, just how the millions of his dear fans did. He had one message, one simple phrase that he spread around: "Treat people with kindness." and he did. You might think that doesn't apply to me, but it does. Commitment issues were something we both unfortunately had, although I didn't act upon that fact whereas he managed to do just that.

That didn't make him a terrible person though, quite the opposite actually: that went to show he does have flaws, he does have bad traits, he is ultimately human, who makes mistakes like anyone else. His dedicated fans see someone who he puts out there for them to see, he has control over how much of his life is in the spotlight, yet they don't know him personally nor privately and sometimes fail to understand that not only have people hurt him, but he's hurt people.

Nevertheless, I forgave him and now I'm here, turning the handle to see him after a dragged on month. I held my breath as I pushed the door open, revealing his back to me as he packed some things into a bag.

"I'm coming Jeff, give me a minute." He called out, assuming I was his manager, proving my guess of him not noticing me throughout the whole show.

When who he thought was Jeff stayed silent, his head turned before his entire body did, clad in his usual skinny jeans and his own merchandise: (the black hoodie). The lips that I missed kissing, parted slightly in surprise as his green eyes widened and he stood still for a moment, just taking in my presence.

I watched intently as his mouth slowly closed and twitched up into a smile, revealing those adorable dimples of his that I always poke my finger into.

"Hi." I said in a small voice, glancing up at him.

"Hi." He replied and I couldn't help a smile that forced its way onto my face.

I stood unmoving as he closed the distance between us, arms embracing me into his chest. My breath hitched in my throat and I bit the inside of my cheek in order not to cry, as my arms found their way around his neck. His heavenly scent made me feel like home and god, did I miss being home. He held me so tightly, as if I would disappear if he weren't squeezing me securely against him.

My eyes fluttered shut momentarily, incredibly pleased with the proximity of our bodies and feeling like this was my safe haven, with him. It was a short moment, but I felt everyone and everything around us slip away, leaving only the two of us here. Alone and emotional.

"I missed you," He breathed into my hair. "God, did I miss you. Never leave me for that long again." I could've sworn his voice broke mid- sentence and I bit my lip, my eyes glossy and threatening to spill tears.

"I missed you, too." Breaking away, his eyes peered into mine. His own green eyes glazed with a layer of tears. I prayed he wouldn't cry, that'd break me, though that being said– I've absolutely never seen Harry cry whereas he'd watched me cry with a broken heart countless times. Every time being because of him and the pain he caused me.

"Don't do it, I hate it. It breaks me." He'd told me when I cried, full of sorrow and an unbelievable amount of guilt swallowing him up. I know if he cried I'd feel the same, be it crying for a good reason or not.

"I don't recall telling you to take your time, Harry. Let's go." Jeff suddenly burst through the door, making me turn around and look at him. He glanced at me then at Harry, then at me again.

"I'm not going to the after party." Harry stated and I realised I probably ruined his plans for tonight.

"Oh— no, you can go. I—" I started but Harry cut me off.

"No, it's okay. I don't want to go anyway, I'm tired." He looked at a surprised Jeff for approval, though I knew even if Jeff told Harry to go, he wouldn't oblige.

"Don't look at me like that. I won't force you to go, whatever you do tonight is fine with me but the flight is at 16:00 tomorrow." Jeff seemed to slightly shock Harry by saying that but he thanked him before Jeff left his dressing room.

"Harry, if you want to go—"

"The only place I wanna go is to my hotel room," both of his arms wrapped around the small of my back and his head dipped to press a soft kiss to the exposed skin of my neck. "With you." He added, lifting his head.

My tongue darted out to lick my lips, expecting Harry to lean in and press his lips to mine, considering we haven't seen or kissed each other in a month. I frowned when he didn't move, instead just looked at me with softened features.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" I asked and he smirked, licking his own lips.

"Not yet." He answered.

Harry removed his arms from around me and grabbed the bag he'd packed before leading us out of the dressing room and the arena. A car waited for us outside and we hastily got inside, the cold December air urging me to quickly shut the door and making me regret choosing the outfit that I did. I should've worn tights with the long- sleeve, brown body-con dress. It reached the middle of my thighs and I cursed at myself mentally for not bringing a jacket.

Harry's arm clung to my waist during the short drive to the hotel he was staying at. I glanced out of the window, admiring Tokyo as I have never been here before. At night, it reminded me an awful lot of New York, by the bright lights, buildings and huge billboards. It was beautiful and I was so happy to be here with Harry.

Before long, we arrived at the expensive and luxurious looking hotel. We were lucky no paparazzi suspected that Harry was staying here and therefore no flashes went off as we made our way out of the car and inside the lobby. However, a couple people had turned their heads due to Harry Styles's presence.

I thought that maybe Harry would finally kiss me in the elevator, but no, he kept his distance at which I failed to hide my disappointment. 31 days without each other and he doesn't want to kiss me? The elevator doors clicked open and we stepped out into the hallway while Harry fished his key card out of his jean pocket. Once inside, he ditched his bag elsewhere and I took it upon myself to look around the presidential suite. It was beautiful, although highly unnecessary taking into account that Harry was staying here for three nights altogether and decided to stay in this huge suite, with an office and all. He literally only slept here, so he really wasted a bunch of money.

"Fancy a drink?" I heard Harry call out from the kitchen, I'm assuming.

"No." The fact that he still hadn't done anything other than hug me making me snap at him rudely.

Ignoring Harry's following words, I opened a random door which happened to be the bedroom. Straight away, I spotted a door leading out onto a small balcony, the king sized bed stationed in front of me was also unmissable. The room was huge, it had a door to its own bathroom and I realised everything inside looked untouched, aside from the bed Harry slept in, twice now.

I made my mind up to go out onto the balcony, but unfortunately (or fortunately) before I could get past the bed, I felt Harry grab my hips with both of his hands and spin me around to face him. Neither of us got a single word in before he abruptly leaned in and finally, finally, kissed me. The simple brush of his lips made my whole body quiver with need and become desperate for more of his heavenly touch. It seemed that everything he did, every move he made was just right and pleased me in every way possible.

My arms flung themselves around his neck in an attempt to bring him– feel him closer. His lips kissed me gently at first, no hint of tongue, just soft and lingering kisses. My body was eager for more and so I let my tongue slip inside his mouth, finally feeling the familiar warmth I was very much used to. After that, he didn't waste time to retaliate, our tongues massaging each other's as Harry moaned into the kiss.

The hands that rested on my hips, squeezed at them and instructed me to move to the side, in order for him to be able to lay me carefully on the huge bed. Once on it, my hands fumbled with the hem of his hoodie, intending on tugging it off of him. Much to my annoyance, Harry broke away, peering into my eyes with his lust- filled ones. His arms were on either side of me and he was still close, practically breathing into my mouth, not that I minded.

"Couldn't wait any longer, could you?" He breathed and I shook my head, breathing a little heavily myself.

"You're gonna have to wait for a little while longer." I frowned at what he said, confusion filling me.

"Why?" I simply questioned, sitting up while Harry climbed off of me and stood to his feet.

"Come here," he tilted his head toward the balcony on my left, reaching his hand out for me to take.

I sighed, getting off of the bed and taking his hand as he opened the glass door to the balcony, letting the breeze float into the room. Stepping out, I wrapped a free arm around myself, it truly was cold and I wondered why he wanted me out here when what we were just doing was keeping us nice and warm inside.

He made me stand in front of him while he glanced out into the city of Tokyo, the bright lights illuminating his face, making his green eyes glow in the darkness. I waited patiently for him to say or do whatever he brought me out here for. After a deep breath, he looked at me, eyes bright and soft as ever, searching for mine. Both of my arms now wrapped around myself, attempting to keep me warmer than the cold air of Japan allowed.

"You stopped me last time so please just listen to me now, okay?" He started and my stomach immediately dropped.

"Harry, no—"

"See? That's what I mean– don't do that, just listen to me." I shut my mouth and swallowed, nodding and promising to keep my mouth shut until he's done with what he's about to say.

He nervously breathed out one more time. "I don't know why you didn't let me say it," my lips were merely parted, intently listening to every single word he spoke.

"I put you through a lot, I know. I put you through shit— honestly, I'm surprised that you're even still here after that." He looked down at his feet before lifting his gaze back up.

"I don't deserve that. I don't deserve for you to be here— I don't deserve you. I had those words itching the back of my throat for the longest time, but I swallowed them down every chance I had and for that, I'm sorry." I pursed my lips, waiting for Harry to continue.

"Not only for that am I sorry, but for everything I did to you. It's done and forgotten, I know—another thing I didn't deserve from you, but you forgave me, somehow. What I'm saying, is that I'm a fuck up. I'm an unhinged man and, fuck, I fail to understand why you're still in my life but I'm afraid if I question that, you'll leave me." I bit the insides of my cheeks and squeezed my arms tightly, trying to hold back my tears which surfaced as a result of Harry's words as well as his own glossy eyes and trembling lips.

"I love you. I swear to god, I love you— I loved you yesterday and the day before and the day before. I'll love you tomorrow and the day after and until you want me to stop— no, I wouldn't even stop loving you if you asked me to. I love you." Harry's pink cheeks were wet with tears and I imagined mine to look similar. I wasn't sure why exactly he was crying nor was I sure of the reason for my own crying. This was a mess, a beautiful, beautiful mess.

I couldn't stop the little sob that escaped my mouth before I told him. "I love you." The look in his eyes was indescribable, it held an infinite amount of happiness, which I'd never seen in them before, passion and love...so much love.

Our chests collided in a much tighter embrace than earlier but I enjoyed every single second of it. Harry hastily broke away, cold lips desperately attaching to mine. I could taste a mix of both of our tears, making the moment oddly more intimate than it had already been.

This time, Harry's tongue made the first move by slipping into my mouth. He pushed us back inside the room, not bothering to shut the balcony door, before he laid me back on the bed and hovered above me.

Now, this was going to be a hell of an emotionally intimate night.

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