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nyxs2 · 8 months ago

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Ma Meilleure Ennemie (pt 2/?)

Do you know what the main problem with addiction is? It's that it always demands more. And unfortunately for you, Silco was an addicted man.

Silco x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Word Count: 5,2K

Warnings: smut, resolved sexual tension, oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talk, orgasm edging, overstimulation, you work in the brothel, Silco POV (when to start smut), Silco being the little control freak that he is. Set before the events of Act 2 of the first season of Arcane.

Part 1

Okay, I didn't expect the previous chapter to be so successful, so thank you to everyone who read it. Just a few warnings: Silco's actions can be quite controversial (you'll understand at the end), he's an antagonistic character and we have to recognize that he's not a saint. If you came here expecting something like "love at first sight", I'm sorry to tell you that there's going to be a long road to that. Remember, there's a fine line between love and obsession.

The month had flown by too quickly, and you barely noticed Silco's absence from the brothel. Since that night, he seemed to have vanished, and the days resumed their usual rhythm. With the generous bonus he had left, you managed to cut back on your workload, bringing a sliver of relief to your otherwise exhausting routine. Today was one of those calmer days. Your last session hadn't been physical; your regular client, Kate, a young woman with stunning green eyes, just wanted to talk.

You spent the time discussing her recent achievements. She had been clean from shimmer for three months and, with visible excitement, shared her plans to become a designer. She had even landed an internship at a boutique in Piltover. Despite being a paying client, your relationship with her felt closer to a friendship. You genuinely cared about her progress and rooted for her, even though you knew the harsh world of Piltover could extinguish the dreams of Zaunites as easily as a gust of wind snuffing out a candle.

The brothel had this misunderstood duality. It wasn't just a place of pleasure and debauchery, as many thought, but also a refuge for the lonely, even if those moments were as rare as fresh air in Zaun.

After the session, you sat at the vanity in the dressing room, touching up your makeup. It was a moment of pause, preparing to finally leave for the night. That's when hurried, hesitant footsteps reached your ears. Through the mirror, you saw Babette enter, her yordle face pale as if she'd seen a ghost.

"What's wrong, Babette?" you asked, frowning.

"He's back," she said in a hurried whisper, and you froze. There was no need to specify who. His name hung like a curse that no one dared to utter. "And he asked for you... in the same room."

A sigh escaped your lips as you nodded, trying to mask the storm brewing inside you. Your body moved automatically, brushing past a Babette who looked almost regretful on your behalf.

The conflicting sensations within you were hard to define—a mix of nerves and something akin to excitement. Part of you was eager to see him again, while another feared what this meeting might bring. It was a wave that swung between the warmth of reunion and the chill of apprehension. It was impossible to predict Silco's intentions with you.

Yet, despite the uncertainty, a part of you relished the idea of facing him again.

The curtains parted just as they had during your first meeting, and you stepped into the room with hesitant steps—but firm enough to mask the storm raging within you. There he was, Silco, seated on the sofa like he owned the world—or at least your little corner of chaos. This time, a cigar rested between his fingers, its smoke spiraling lazily toward the ceiling. A bottle of amber liquor and two glasses were set before him on the table.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms as you regarded him, trying to keep your expression impassive. "Miss me?" The provocation slipped out in an almost sweet tone, but the mockery woven into the edges of your words was there for anyone sharp enough to catch. And, of course, he did.

His eyes lifted to meet yours, and the smile that formed on his lips was... unsettling. A slow, predatory smile that made your entire body tense, unsure whether to prepare for a fight or flight. But running from Silco was never really an option, was it?

"Miss you?" he repeated, his voice low, almost a dangerous purr, as he brought the cigar to his lips and took a long drag. The smoke escaped in a deliberate exhale as he leaned back even further into the sofa. "I've been rather busy, dove. Running a city isn't exactly a part-time job."

His voice carried an intensity that seemed to cut through your skin and lodge itself directly in your nerves. His eyes were a weapon all their own, assessing you with clinical precision as though he could decode every emotion you tried to hide. Frustration? Undoubtedly. Curiosity? Perhaps. And something else... something you refused to name but which made your stomach churn and your breath quicken.

"Ah, of course... I forgot you rule Zaun. I thought it was just a hobby of yours." The words left your mouth dripping with sarcasm, a smirk tugging at your lips. You knew exactly how to provoke him, even if it meant walking a tightrope with Silco.

But he laughed. Not a short or biting laugh, but a rich, full chuckle that echoed through the cramped walls of the room. His reaction was almost disconcerting, as if he were genuinely amused by your defiance.

"I prefer to think of it as a calling. Someone has to keep these streets in line, after all," Silco retorted, bringing the cigar back to his lips and taking a deep drag. "Drink with me." He gestured casually toward the empty glass beside his with a flick of his hand, as if this were the most normal thing in the world—as if he hadn't disappeared for an entire month and was now acting as though nothing had happened.

You blinked once, twice, frowning at his offer. Surprised was an understatement. Even so, your feet carried you to the sofa, where you sat down beside Silco. Your gaze drifted to the glass placed in front of you, but you made no move to pick it up.

"Drink something from you? I thought I'd made it clear I'm not naive." Your voice was sharp, cutting, and you made no effort to hide what you thought. The accusation lingered in the air, but Silco seemed unfazed. On the contrary, the smile on his lips deepened, as though your suspicion was yet another point in his favor.

"Relax, dove." He set the cigar in the ashtray and leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on yours. "I may be many things, but I'm not the type to drug my... companions. I prefer them fully aware of what's happening."

Before you could respond, you felt his hand rest on your thigh, his fingers drawing lazy circles over the fabric of your skirt. The touch was too light to be casual but confident enough to show he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Besides," he continued, leaning in a little closer, "I don't need tricks. You came to me willingly last time, remember? And I'm certain you'll do the same again."

You held your breath for a moment—not out of fear but from the tension building in the air. It had been mere minutes, and already you were spiraling into this dangerous, sexual dance. When he reached for the bottle and poured two glasses, the sound of the amber liquid filling the glass seemed to fill the charged space between you. He slid one of the glasses in your direction, his fingers brushing against yours briefly, and that fleeting touch was like a surge of heat, reigniting memories you'd rather not dwell on now.

The cold glass against your fingers was solid, tangible, but the same couldn't be said for Silco's intentions. Swirling the liquid in the glass, you watched its viscosity under the light, searching for any sign of hidden betrayal. You brought the glass to your nose, inhaling deeply. Nothing unusual. No suspicious scent. Just the strong, familiar aroma of an expensive drink.

"Now, don't be rude. It's a rare vintage, and I insist," he said, his voice dropping a few tones, more of a command than an invitation. "Or are you afraid you can't handle me after a drink?"

He raised his own glass to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours, taking a long sip and savoring the warmth the liquor seemed to bring. He was testing you, and you knew it.

"Oh... I can handle more than you think." You let the double meaning linger in the air, noting how quickly Silco caught on from the faint curl at the corner of his mouth. Then, your gaze shifted back to the drink in your hands.

A sigh escaped internally. Damn it. Against all your instincts, you decided to trust him—at least this once. Bringing the glass to your lips, you took a small sip.

The flavor was unexpected, complex. First, a gentle warmth spread across your tongue and slid down your throat, followed by a hint of sweetness that balanced the burn. You licked your lips, savoring the woody notes mingling with a subtle touch of caramel. It was... different. Something you'd never tasted before.

You almost let out a surprised sigh but managed to hold it back. However, you knew your expression had betrayed you. Worse still, you were certain Silco had noticed. His sharp gaze seemed to miss nothing, and he'd been watching you the entire time. Quickly recovering, you masked your face with indifference, though the effort felt pointless. Pretending nothing affected you had always been one of your sharpest weapons for surviving life in Zaun, but it seemed to fail irritatingly often when it came to him.

"So, tell me..." Silco resumed the conversation, his tone adopting a casual air, as if you were merely chatting. "What have you been up to while I've been away? I hope you haven't been entertaining any other clients in my absence."

"Well," you began, leaning back on the sofa, mimicking his casual tone while swirling the glass in your fingers, watching the liquid sway with the motion. "As far as I know, we're not exclusive."

You let your words hang in the air for a moment before taking another sip of your drink. This time, you kept your eyes fixed on the glass, pretending Silco's presence was just a shadow at the edge of your awareness. "So yes, I've been with other clients."

When you finally lifted your gaze, you met his eyes. They glimmered with something between amusement and danger, and the smile you offered Silco was anything but innocent. You knew you were playing with fire by provoking him so openly without any idea how he might react, but as the damned gambler you were, you could never resist a risky game—even if it meant losing your winning hand.

"Why?" you asked, your voice dripping with audacity as you calmly placed your now-empty glass on the table. "Are you jealous?"

"Jealous? No, I wouldn't say that." He paused, taking a slow, deliberate sip from his drink. "More like... protective. You see, dove, once I set my sights on something, I have a hard time sharing."

He set his glass down on the table with a faint but deliberate thud of glass against wood. You had pressed his buttons, that much was clear, but he didn't seem annoyed by your bratty attitude.

Silco settled back into the sofa, mirroring your posture, but with an air of authority that seemed to dominate the room. He leaned back slightly, his legs spreading just enough to make a point, the motion causing his coat to fall open. The glimpse of what looked like a holster at his hip seemed accidental—perhaps he didn't even remember carrying it. It was as natural to him as breathing.

He turned to you, his hand moving to your chin, tilting your face so your eyes would meet his. "But I'm a reasonable man," he continued, his tone soft, almost comforting, yet carrying an intensity that made your skin prickle. "I understand the nature of our... arrangement. You're a courtesan, and I'm merely a client. Nothing more, nothing less."

His thumb brushed against your lower lip, the touch as light as a feather, teasing. "Which is why I think it's time we renegotiate the terms, don't you?" His voice dropped a few tones lower. "I'm willing to pay for your exclusive services."

You couldn't deny the tension rippling through your body as Silco leaned in further, narrowing the space between you until his presence felt like the only thing that existed in your world. His touch on your chin was firm but not rough, a silent reminder of the absolute control he maintained over himself—and, in some ways, over you.

You allowed him to guide your face upward, a silent concession that you were willing to play along—at least within the rules that suited you.

His eyes were both an invitation and a threat, a contrast that should have been intimidating. But, to your surprise, you felt something else entirely.

It wasn't fear.

It was pride.

There was an unexpected, almost visceral pride within you, knowing that he wanted you—and made no effort to hide it. It was both unsettling and... perversely satisfying.

When Silco moved again toward you, the motion caused his coat to fall open further, fully revealing the holster strapped to his hip. The metallic gleam of the pistol's barrel caught the dim light, and your eyes lingered on it for a moment. The sight evoked a disconcerting mix of emotions: fear and excitement, battling for dominance within you.

You knew the gun wasn't there merely for protection. It was a silent statement, a symbol of power—and also of control. Silco didn't make empty threats, and the presence of that weapon made it abundantly clear. So classic, so predictable, you thought, though you couldn't deny there was something undeniably alluring about the image: danger so blatant yet so meticulously restrained.

That contrast was almost suffocating. The implicit threat of the weapon combined with the soft, almost intimate tone of his voice stirred something deep within you. It was a brutal reminder of the risks of being this close to him, but also irrefutable proof of the kind of power he wielded—not just physical but psychological.

This is not good, you told yourself, suppressing a shiver that could have been apprehension—or excitement. You knew how dangerous it would be to let Silco see you as his. The words you had spoken the last time you met applied to him perfectly, and to your misfortune, Silco was possessive by nature, his ambition only amplifying that trait.

But it was too late to turn back. You had already captured his attention once, and here he was again, returning to your arms like an addict seeking his next fix. And it was clear he wouldn't stop until he had you entirely.

"This negotiation..." you began, your voice lower, tinged with something that could have been scorn or desire, even you couldn't tell. "Isn't open."

The silence that followed was heavy, every word hanging in the air like a scale about to tip. There was refusal in your voice, but despite your efforts, there was also a trace of something else... something that could easily be mistaken for lust. And his gaze caught every nuance of it.

Slowly, your eyes drifted from his to his lips, but not before letting him see the small detour they took back to the pistol. As though you were weighing your options, calculating the risks, even though you knew all of them ended with him.

It was like walking a tightrope over an abyss, and both ends led directly to Silco. Two different fates, equally perilous.

"But," you continued, and your voice was almost a whisper now, deliberately laden with heat. Your mind screamed at you to stop, but the words had already taken shape. "You can try to convince me." It was a dangerous strategy, and Silco was toxic in every sense. But just like an addict depended on their drug, perhaps you could turn that dependence into an advantage for yourself.

Silco's eyes darkened, a fierce hunger burning within them as your defiant words left your lips. A low growl reverberated in his chest, heavy with intensity. He noticed the way your gaze roamed over him, like a flame consuming everything in its path. He also noticed—with dangerous satisfaction—the subtle quickening of your pulse, visible in the delicate line of your neck.

You were playing with fire, and Silco was more than willing to let you burn.

Before you could react, he moved with the swiftness of a serpent, pinning you against the couch. In one fluid motion, he seized control, trapping you beneath the weight of his body. His hands captured your wrists with firm precision, raising them above your head as he positioned himself between your thighs.

His hips pressed against yours, a slow and deliberate motion laden with intent. Your body acted before your mind could comprehend, arching to meet the contact.

"Oh, dove..." he murmured, his voice low and rough, each word caressing your skin like silk. His lips hovered near your throat, and you felt the warmth of his breath against the exposed skin. "I intend to convince you, and I think you'll find I'm quite... persuasive."

His lips found the curve of your neck, skimming over your skin with a dangerous blend of gentleness and possessiveness. When his teeth grazed your flesh, they didn't break the surface, but the implicit promise in every touch made your heart race. You knew he could, and you also knew you wouldn't fight him.

The control he exerted over you was intoxicating, but it wasn't just physical. There was something about the way he read you, how every sigh, every tremor of your body seemed to fuel him.

When his fingers released your wrists, you didn't move your hands from where he had placed them, as if the freedom he had given you was an illusion. Instead, you closed your eyes, feeling his hands glide down your body, his fingers tracing an almost lazy path that ignited every nerve in your skin.

His fingers reached the curve of your waist, pausing just long enough to apply a slight squeeze—a possessive touch that sent a shiver down your spine. He followed the contour of your hips, his movements as subtle as they were provocative. Then, with a deliberate motion, he tugged the hem of your skirt upward, revealing your skin inch by inch, as if each bit was a gift to be uncovered. The air grew heavier, each second stretching into eternity.

"You have no idea what you make me feel," he murmured, his voice a mix of confession and temptation, perhaps more to himself than to you. "The things I want to do to you..."

His breathing grew uneven, heavier, and before you realized it, your thighs tightened around his hips, as if to hold him there, in that exact place where the world seemed to have stopped.

"Then do them," you murmured, your voice hoarse, barely a whisper. This moment was his. And somehow, it didn't feel wrong, even though part of you knew you might regret it later.

But right now, in this instant, regret was the furthest thing from your mind.

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"Careful what you wish for, dove..."

Silco's eyes darkened with lust as he watched her writhe beneath him, her body arching into his touch as if she were starving for it. He could feel the heat of her core pressing against his cock, even through the layers of clothing that separated them, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to rip them off and bury himself inside her right then and there. To feel that warm feeling that had been trapped in his mind for that damn month of being away from her. But he held himself back, it wasn't about him this time, as he would have other opportunities. He wanted to savor every moment of her surrender, to engrave the memory of it in his mind for years to come.

Slowly, teasingly, he trailed his lips down the column of her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her skin before sucking on her pulse point, leaving a mark. Relishing the way she gasped and writhed beneath him, her hands finally moved to tangle in his hair.

He leaned back, standing erect with his gaze fixed on that which he now coveted. He hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, exposing her to his hungry gaze. This was something he had wanted to do since their first meeting.

Silco settled between her thighs, his breath ghosting over her slick folds. He looked up at her through his lashes, his eyes glittering with dark promise. "Look at you, dove. So wet for me already... Such a needy little thing." he murmured before dipping his head and pressing a kiss to her clit.

He started slowly, his tongue lapping at her slit, savoring the taste of her arousal. He traced the seam of her lips, teasing her entrance before flicking his tongue over her clit, again and again, until she was writhing beneath him, her hands fisting in his hair.

He slid a finger inside her, then two, pumping them in and out of her tight heat, at first slowly. He curled them just so, searching for that special spot that would make her see stars. Silco felt her inner walls contract and vibrate around his fingers. He could tell she was getting close to her peak. Leaning down, he sealed his lips around her throbbing clit and sucked hard, flicking the sensitive nub quickly with the tip of his tongue.

At the same time, he pumped his fingers faster, rubbing mercilessly against that specific spot. Her thighs trembled and tensed on either side of his head as he took her right to the edge... then pulled back a little, wanting to prolong her torment a little longer before finally pushing her over the edge of blissful oblivion. He heard her whimper his name, her voice sounding tearful and frustrated. Then her little fingers tried to pull his face back into place between her thighs: "Easy, dove." He let his fingertip slide over her clit, circular motions that drove her to the edge, but weren't enough to give her what she wanted. "Silco..." her voice escaped in a hoarse moan, filled with a mixture of need and desperation. Sounding like a melody for Silco. "Say 'please' and I might let you cum." Silco's voice left no room for reply and this only made her even more frustrated. Her back arched and she tried again to pull Silco towards her. Her attempts failed. Silco then sped up the movement of her finger, noticing how easy it was to bring her to the edge again... and just as easy to slow down.

The second denied orgasm drew a reaction from her. "Please! Fuck.. I beg you... please!

He smirked as she begged so sweetly, the word "please" falling from her lips like a prayer. Oh, how he adored when she got like this - pride and poise cast aside in favor of raw, aching need. Silco was more than happy to oblige her, diving back in with renewed fervor. He savored the taste, groaning low in his throat as he feasted on her like a starving man, his fingers pumped steadily, curling just to brush that spot inside her. He felt her thighs clamp down around his head, heard her screaming his name as she came undone, her release flooding his mouth.

But Silco didn't stop. He kept going, riding her through her orgasm and straight into another, his tongue lashing at her sensitive flesh, his fingers pumping in and out of her clenching heat. He could feel her fighting it, her body tensing, trying to pull away from the too-much sensation, but he held her in place, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from her.

He felt her come again, harder this time, her body convulsing beneath him, her hands fisting in his hair so tightly it bordered on pain. He swallowed every drop of her release, groaning at the taste of her, the feel of her coming apart for him.

Only when she went limp beneath him, her body spent and trembling, did Silco finally relent. He pulled back, licking his lips as he admired his handiwork - His sweet dove sprawled on the couch, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She looked utterly debauched, and fuck if it wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever seen. A sight that had to be for his eyes only.

"Perfect." He whispered to the void as you seemed to be passed out. Nothing could take away his sense of pride in having reduced you to a limp body lying on the couch, although a part—the one deep inside him—was irritated by the mere idea that someone else could do the same to you. "We can't let that happen, don't you think?"

A rhetorical question to which he already had an answer.

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You blacked out for a second. You'd like to say you lasted longer after the first, but that would be a blatant lie. With Silco consuming you completely—in presence, touch, scent, and the rough sound of his voice—it was impossible to resist. He pushed you to the edge once more, and when you finally fell, the orgasm that crashed over you was even more devastating than the first.

You collapsed onto your side, utterly boneless, as though every bone in your body had dissolved. The exhaustion was so overwhelming that the line between consciousness and unconsciousness blurred with each passing moment. Every muscle in your body screamed in surrender, yet you still found enough energy to let out a soft whimper as you adjusted your legs, trying to ease the discomfort.

Your body was in a state of hyperawareness. You could feel every little detail: the slow but persistent throbbing between your legs, the sensitive, swollen ache of your clit, both painful and pleasurable as the pressure of your thighs shifted.

The heavy silence of the room was broken only by the sound of your ragged, uneven breathing. Each breath felt like an effort, but you began to relax, letting your muscles go slack against the couch. And then you felt it.

His gaze.

Even with your eyes closed, you knew Silco was watching. It was impossible to ignore. Those eyes had the power to strip you bare, as though he could see beyond flesh, directly into what you tried to hide—vulnerability, desire, surrender.

Opening your eyes slowly, you blinked a few times, dislodging the tears that clung stubbornly to your lashes. Your lips curled into a trembling, tired but genuine smile as your gaze found his face. Silco didn't look away. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—dangerous and tender all at once—that made you shift uncomfortably, even in your exhaustion.

"That was the first time..." you began, your voice breathless, your chest still rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. "By Janna... twice in a row... How is that even possible?"

The words came out in an almost incredulous tone, with a hint of exhausted laughter. You didn't know how he did it, but it seemed Silco knew exactly what to do with your body. Where to touch, what to say, which buttons to press... absolutely everything.

"Give me a minute," you continued, your voice strained with fatigue. "I don't think I can do anything else right now. My body has officially shut down, and it's your fault."

Despite the exhaustion, there was a note of humor in your voice, something you knew he'd pick up on. But it was the truth. Every fiber of your being felt like it had been pushed to its limit, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you had no urge to fight it.

Silco leaned over you, brushing a damp strand of hair away from your face with a surprisingly gentle, almost reverent gesture. The touch was a stark contrast to the roughness of his calloused fingers. "Don't worry about me, dove," he murmured, his voice low and smooth, like a whispered melody in the darkness. "I'm more than satisfied with how the night turned out."

He then pressed a light kiss to the corner of your mouth. The fleeting touch was almost contradictory, an unspoken promise hidden behind the faint, teasing smile that played on his lips. "Now, catch your breath. Compose yourself."

He moved away with his usual natural elegance. As he adjusted his clothes, straightening his suit with meticulous care, smoothing out his trousers; taking more careful care of this part for obvious reasons, and running his fingers through his slightly disheveled hair, you watched him silently. He seemed lost in his own world as he tidied himself.

Silco then turned his attention back to you, extending a steady hand to help you sit properly on the couch. With surprising care, he adjusted your skirt, a gesture that felt almost chivalrous coming from the same man who had undone it in the first place. But what truly caught your attention was the way he picked up the garment he had removed from you earlier—your underwear—and slipped it into his trouser pocket without even attempting to hide the act.

You opened your mouth, perhaps to protest, but before you could utter a word, he had already shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. The weight of the expensive fabric pressed against your skin, warm from his body heat, carrying his unmistakable scent: lingering tobacco, worn leather, and a metallic note that reminded you of burnt gunpowder or rust. It wasn't necessary—you knew that—but he seemed to relish the idea of covering you, marking the moment with a gesture that was as possessive as it was protective.

"In any case," he said, his voice taking on a teasing tone as his hand rested firmly on your shoulder, the touch deliberate, "You can return the favor next time."

"So that's your excuse to come back to this brothel?" you replied, your tone laced with sarcasm as one eyebrow arched slightly. A sly smile curved your lips as you looked at him. "How predictable, Silco..."

"Oh, I assure you, dove," he murmured, his voice laden with a dangerous softness that made every word sound like a promise. "It's not the only reason I'll return. But, I must admit... it's a rather tempting incentive."

Yet, as he spoke those words, something shifted inside him. A dark and familiar shadow rose, staking its claim on his mind. Suddenly, Silco pulled back. His face, previously brimming with desire and mischief, turned into a mask of indifference.

"I need to go," he said abruptly, the tone of someone ending a conversation with no room for argument. "There's something I need to take care of."

And with that, without another word, he was gone.

Leaving you behind, confused, and his jacket.

[...]

The days following Silco's visit were a series of unsettling events. The changes came slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, but you had a knack for picking up on nuances. You were a survivor, and survival meant knowing when something was wrong before it became a bigger problem.

First, there were the furtive glances. Your colleagues at the brothel seemed to watch you with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. There were hushed whispers and abruptly interrupted conversations whenever you walked by. That wasn't new—gossip was as common as the smell of cheap perfume in that place. But this felt different now. Heavier. As if they knew something you didn't.

Then came the anonymous donation. A substantial amount of money, accompanied by a short and direct note, unsigned. Just three words: "For your comfort."

You found yourself staring at the note longer than you should have, the paper trembling slightly in your hands. The tone of the words seemed polite, even kind, but in context... there was no comfort in them. Only confirmation that someone was meddling in your life.

Finally—and perhaps most disturbingly—was the sudden drop in the number of clients. At first, you thought it was a coincidence, something seasonal. The brothel's clientele had its ups and downs, after all. But as the days went by, the reality became unmistakably clear.

The few men who still requested your company exhibited strange behaviors. Gone were the hungry gazes, the invasive touches. They were stiff, as if walking on eggshells, and most seemed incapable of relaxing in your presence. They didn't want closeness, avoided more intimate advances. Instead, they merely asked for your company, remained in an awkward silence while sitting far from you, and left far more money than necessary.

It was disconcerting. The break from routine, the absence of the predictable... it was almost worse than dealing with the unwanted touches you'd learned to ignore.

And then came the confirmation you didn't want. It arrived through a conversation you weren't invited to but overheard from the other side of a door: the men who had been appearing and specifically requesting you, were none other than subordinates of a certain chemical baron.

Silco. Part 3

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cum-aside · 7 months ago

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Ok it’s not like I go here really, but I’ve been reading a bunch of DPxDC recently because it’s very good, and I had an idea that won’t go anywhere

The various gangs in Gotham have callsigns/uniforms or something right??? If not, they should, and imma say they do. Anyway. Redhood I think didn’t think too hard about what people in his gang on his turf should wear for identification purposes, but they sure did. And what they came up with was Red.

Wearing red in the vicinity of the ‘Bad Part’ of Gotham?? Part of the red hood gang. Generally head gear is the preferred method of wearing red. Red hats and beanies, red head scarfs and hijabs, red headbands, red masks. The idea has been communicated. To a certain point, wearing red even if you aren’t officially part of the gang is a great way to get an in with them, or be under protection if you’re the right age in the right area, as long as you’re willing to risk getting roped into low stakes gang activity, which can range from working the counter at money laundering sites to community service (guarding clinics and shelters and volunteering) to making deliveries to destroying certain hostile architecture. (Hood saves the real jobs with cops and shootings and turf disputes for actual members, that he knows the names faces and skills of, and who are at least above 18, but preferably over 20, and who wear real gear he supplies them with, not just whatever’s in their closet that’s red) (this does not entirely stop the smaller ‘members’ from getting into their own fights with the cops and turf wars, but Jason has found that giving them Something to do that feels like direct action helps curb those tendencies. And it’s not like those things aren’t things that don’t need doing, so it’s a win win. Mostly)

Danny, bless him, does not know any of this. But has been staying in the sketchier areas of Gotham because that’s where people don’t care how old you are or if your papers are real or not, and he absolutely does not want people looking into how old he is and wether his papers are real or not. He is also wearing an inadvisable and vaguely conspicuous amount of red. His converse are red, his signature baseball tee is white and red, and his hoodie is also red.

Clearly, this kid (he’s like 17) really wants in with the hood gang.

And eventually, they oblige him.

Random people will approach Danny and ask/tell him that them and a couple others are going somewhere to do (insert vaguely/definitely illegal job or act of community service here) and Danny, who is deeply directionless in life currently, and also pretty assured in his ability to eat danger for breakfast, and has never met an institutional authority he doesn’t disrespect at least a little bit, is totally down for some civil disobedience and chaotic good shenanigans.

And then it spirals from there. Like. A worrying amount.

It takes Danny actual months, almost a year, to realize that he’s been low key slow cooked into the criminal underbelly of Gotham, and like… he’s not really mad about it?? Honestly if he had a choice when he came to Gotham, he probably would have picked the redhood gang anyway. He just seems to vibe with them on a… Spiritual Level…

Anyway

Years go by, and while Danny doesn’t have the most going for him in terms of a normal person life, vis a vis higher education, official employment, health insurance, dating life, or any other benchmark one uses to measure the trajectory of their lives— Danny’s feeling pretty good! Jazz, Tucker, and Sam have all finagled their ways into Gotham, (Tucker has a WE internship, Jazz is working/doing work studies at Arkham, Sam does what she likes now that she is a legal adult and has her inheritance, and what she likes is environmental activism, and occasionally being spotted with fellow activist Damian Wayne, and someone who may or may not be poison ivy, sources differ) and Danny finds his obsession suspiciously well served as a hood goon. Hood hench? Redgoon? Hench hood?? Name pending, who cares.

Danny is also suspiciously good at, well, his job. One of the best runners, even when he gets caught and frisked they never seem to find the goods on him (they never do check IN him, but then why would they) very well liked at every volunteer spot they have, patient, kind, funny, good with old people, kids, bitter people, addicts and the homeless, the sick and injured. And yet also very competent in the field, when they finally let him do actually dangerous things. Act as protection detail to the working girls in the red light district, he’s very respectful, and very good at intimidation, de-escalation, and when push comes to shove, excellent in a fight. Knows when to keep pressing his advantage and when to make a retreat with whoever he’s guarding. Not afraid to fight scrappy, and presses through pain and fear like a true gothmite.

He gets so good at his not really a job job that he becomes essentially, Redhoods right hand man.

The rest of the bats are skeptical of this for several reasons. Because generally speaking, the people in Jason’s turf are not fans of the bats, but Jason does a lot of coordinating with them, and someone so close to him is going to pick that up eventually if they’re half as sharp and useful as Danny is. Other than that, secret identity issues, plus pit rage, plus the fact that Jason trusts pretty much nobody. But Jason has great feelings about this guy, he always feels more clear headed and even keeled when he’s around, and he helps Jason remember the community he’s trying to build, and the community he serves. Also he delegates and mother hens like nobody’s business, but Jason just really can’t seem to work up too much irritation about it.

It is around this time, however, that the past, and shady government organizations come knocking.

Perhaps the GIW has also noticed how ecto-contaminated and lawless Gotham is and decided that they could start doing research and experiments with its live and undead denizens instead of amity, where the portal has closed, and ghost activity is down since phantom disappeared. Or maybe the GIW has finally located phantom specifically and is interested in what they’re always interested in. Or maybe it’s various ghosts harassing Danny to take up the throne, which he’s been avoiding successfully, but having settled into a life routine that suites him his core has finally ‘settled’ (halfa cores fluctuate more than other cores due to the transient nature of being alive, but halfa people settle into lifelong patterns and relationships quicker than other people because of the static nature of being dead) he is mature enough by ghost standards to assume the throne, or at least begin preparing for it.

Regardless, danny is being tracked down for his childhood baggage’s extended warranty, and brings the entirety of the JL and almost all associated sidekicks, hero group spin-offs, and organizations into the thick of it.

Idk. I just got through Secretary Danny by DeathlySilent13 on ao3 and I thought man oh man wouldn’t it be neat if Danny got to be Jason’s second in command instead??? That could open up a lot of avenues I haven’t seen yet. I’m also just very curious about how the Jason’s runs his gang according to the fandom, and I think that with all the ACAB energy Danny has been assigned, he should have a little bit of community focused organized crime. As a treat. Like I said I don’t go here thou, I just needed to put this somewhere and see if it vibed with anybody besides me

#dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp au #danny phantom #red hood #liminal Jason Todd

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killerkatsmeow · 1 year ago

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Headcanon: Bruce adopting a civilian teenage girl.

I always thought she’d have ties to Bruce one way or another - either through her single-parent household (her mom works for him) or she has an internship at Wayne Enterprises. In the case of an internship, she’s eager to work and learn but still manages to keep things young and fun.

Loves Alfred because wow, its her first time meeting a Brit and what kind of name is Pennyworth? I personally feel like she'd be closest to Alfred, she's most comfortable with him. Say she gets arrested/stuck at GCPD...she is NOT calling Bruce for help. She's calling Alfred and begging him to come get her and to not tell Bruce. She wakes up early to help Alfred in the kitchen, she's following him around and pestering him with questions. As an inside joke, she's bringing him a penny and some other thoughtful gift for his birthday. Because...Pennyworth.

Oh, she REFUSES to go to Gotham Academy, she is a P.S. 181 girl through and through. Why would she choose to be around those stuffy, asshole, rich kids anyway? She has all she needs at her public school: all of her friends are there, she's Cheer/Dance Capitan, she receives every party invite known to man...what could Gotham Academy possibly give her besides a complex and a reason to see a psychotherapist? Yeah, no fucking thanks. No fucking way.

The Wayne Manor... She remembers the drive up there and how she was...floored by how nice and vintage and regal and almost scary the place looked. So expensive, how could anyone feel like it was home. She's greeted outside by Bruce and Damian - Bruce wears a smile, Damian is indifferent. She is lost for words pretty often - the tall ceilings, the intimidating portraits...it's all so fancy and a far cry from the 2 bedroom apartment she shared with her mother.

Dinner that night was grand and boasted many guests - family and close friends, Bruce said. She meets Dick, he's charming, polite, and sinewy. Everyone is Gotham knows him, his tragic backstory. Then there's Barbara: she's kind, seems smart but maybe it's the glasses, and uses elbow crutches. Then there's Duke - he seems nervous but is happy to make her acquaintance. Tim has dark under eye circle, yawns a bit, but introduces himself and listens to her patiently. There's another girl who is the most excited at the table to meet her - her name is Stephanie. She smiles, shakes her hand at the speed of a humming bird, and asks a million questions. She only stops when Cass places a hand on her shoulder, she doesn't speak much (a fact Damian explains beforehand) but shakes her hand no less.

It's not until the following week that she meets Jason. She's lounging by the pool, magazine in hand as music plays from her bluetooth speaker when she sees him. He's flanked by the boys as they walk towards the basketball court, their competitive chatter fills the air. He's big - muscular and the tallest of the bunch. He spares a glance over his shoulder and she feels like her heart just stopped. He's beautiful. His eyes are narrowed and kinda intimidating, a shiny blue-green color. He doesn't look back again as they head to the court but just the one glance was enough for her.

Her friends at school know about Jason, they wanna see him for themselves. She begs and begs Bruce to allow her to have a sleepover with her 2 closest friends and after some convincing, he agrees. The girls spend most of the night swimming, baking cookies once Alfred retires from the kitchen, singing karaoke in her generously sized room. The highlight of the night comes when Jason come riding in on his motorcycle - they watch from the window as he dismounts. Strong hands pull his helmet off his head, broad sexy shoulder flex as he stows it away. The girls giggle and coo, mouths drop as they watch the big man walk towards the door. They're safe looking at him from this window they think, flirty compliments can't reach his ears from where they stood but suddenly he looks up, making full eye contact with her again. The girls drop down out of sight, gasping and giggling because of course, they'd get caught ogling.

The girls make comments about her having a "rich dad" when she comes to school with nicer shoes, an expensive backpack, etc. She hates it. "Bruce is not my father." She'll roll her eyes. Her friends ask if he'll adopt her, a topic she'd rather not broach. "No way, how can I marry Jason if we're related?" It's a joke she only...somewhat means and it makes her friends laugh and it practically erases the idea of her getting adopted from the conversation.

She has no clue about the Batfam - the whole vigilante thing. She's clueless but it's hard to believe. She makes these comments that has the fam clenching their holes in shock/fear/anticipation. "It's not like Batman's gonna save me" when she gets herself into a jam or is in need of intervention with schoolwork she cares none for. "Aww, you two are like Batman and Robin." Mockingly when the boys team up for a lame ass burn or zinger against her. "Red Hood is hotter than Nightwing." Overheard as she walks around the house, gabbing to her friends. There's been some close calls like her walking past the secret entrance to the cave right when Bruce, Damian, or Alfred step in or out of it. She doesn't understand the silence her jokes are met with sometimes but she just assumes money makes you a bit boring and stuffy. Just look at Damian.

She loves to read and she spends hours in the library though if Damian is in there, she avoids the place. One day, she has a coffee in hand and she's excited to sit on the plush chaise by the ladder and read that first edition Virginia Woolf she found. She opens the French doors, her feet moving forward before she stops in her tracks. There's Damian, legs crossed with a book splayed in his lap. She sighs, groaning inwardly because Virginia will have to wait. She turns to leave when Damian calls out to her. "You don't have to go." His voice still sounds so condescending but his face, when she turns to see him, his face holds none of that. He seems nice and honest. "You're not the most...welcoming presence in the house." She says, not moving from her spot. Damian sighs, closing his book and rising from his seat on a the davenport. "I know. But..." He doesn't finish the sentence, only waves around the library before walking past her. That was the start of a fairly interesting friendship for the two of them.

She takes the time to learn some ASL because she's under the impression that Cass is deaf or mute. She engages with Cass as much as she can, showing off the new words and phrases she's learned. She gets to be fairly good at it that she even considers taking the interpreter certification exam. So, you can imagine her surprise when, while on a hike, Cass responds to her signing with a full-fledged sentence. Then another one. And another one. Surprise isn't the word, neither is shock. But once she settles into the truth, the two break out into a fit of laughter.

Sneaking out of Wayne Manor is a bitch but she loves to do it! Sometimes she's grounded - the why is ever-changing - and sometimes, she knows Bruce and Alfred would hate her late night partying. She's opening her window and shimmying down a trellis as her friends wait outside of the manor gate off to the side and just out of sight. She hates hopping the gate, her hands are too precious for the scraping so for a few days she's been pushing a ladder closer and closer to the sweet spot of the gate. Sometimes she comes back to Bruce outside the front door in a robe with knitted brows and a set jaw, other times it's a silent treatment a t breakfast. She feels guilty sometimes, but mostly only when's he's caught. She wonders how they know, tells her friends there has to be a security camera. If only she knew.

#bruce wayne #batfam #batman #batfam headcanons #bruce wayne headcanon #jason todd #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #tim drake #damian wayne #dc comics #batfam headcanon #batfam hc #batfamily #barbara gordon

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barnes-n-howlett-lit · 5 months ago

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Between Two Suns

Chapter 1 - Odd Meetings, New Beginnings

Story Description: A timid good girl meets her match when a brutish gentleman interrupts the day she had planned. A succinct meeting with a crypto mogul leaves her to swoon. Which side will she pick?

Chapter Summary: Y/N finds herself a little too entranced by the guest speaker at her internship, what will happen next?

Pairing: Obi-Wan x F!Reader ~ Anakin x F!Reader

Word Count: 3,280

Warnings: Language and crypto currency mentioned :(

Authors: Barnes and Howlett

“Late again, Miss Y/N. How many times have you been late this week?”

Feeling defeated, you sigh. The one day you thought time was on your side. You were well dressed, hair and makeup done appropriately. You had done everything right today, but that man at the coffee shop, he had practically obliterated your already tattered reputation.

“Many apologies, Professor Jinn! There was an accident on my way over, I had no means to navigate around it. I promise, I won’t be late next time.” You give the room a weak smile, eyes pleading, begging your superior and colleagues for even an ounce of empathy.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Do you have the intro speech for this week's guest speaker?” He sighed, annoyed, but ultimately defeated.

“Of course! I stayed up late last night proofreading.” You crouch down pulling out the paper you had prepared. The black card from before slipping out, fluttering to the ground. At a glance you had been harshly reminded of... him. Conflicting feelings bubbled in your gut, he had been so rude and entitled, but no one had ever made such an effort for your attention before. That man, those piercing green eyes, and that charming smug smile. Woah.

“Y/N?” Professor Jinn asked, sounding concerned for you.

That’s unlike him. You pause, slowly rising to a standing position.

“Yea-ss, yes, everything’s fine. Just had an interesting morning. Uh, what time is that guest speaker coming in?”

“Sometime in the next 5 minutes, I suggest you go wait in the garage to ensure his needs are met the second he steps in the building. Students will be arriving soon, hurry.”

You nod, unable to make eye contact out of embarrassment, a feeling that seemed to linger recently. Gladly taking the elevator down to the garage in order to vacate the heavy feeling in the office. You exit the elevator and are met with a sleek black car. The driver's door swings open, out comes Dr. Anakin Skywalker. He had been there to give a talk to the general student body on The Force. He greets you with a warm grin and a nod.

“You must be Y/N, it's a pleasure, I've heard about you from your colleagues.”

“All good things I hope!” you chuckle awkwardly.

“Sure!” He says enthusiastically.

You laugh at this boyish demeanor, he seems very light hearted. Today he was dressed in a t-shirt with a blazer over it. It was an interesting fashion choice, to say the least. Normally the garb worn by speakers is more professional.

“Right this way, sir.” You led the way to the elevator and up to the floor the lecture hall was on.

“So I suppose cryptocurrency is in now? Is that right?” You muster out, trying to sound well informed about his enterprises. Of which you were not, you hoped he hadn’t noticed.

He noticed immediately that you lacked information about his field, but appreciated that you extended an olive branch.

“Sure, it's been around for about a decade, but I’ve seen a resurgence in the media as of late.” Anakin chuckles.

You deadpan, mentally kicking yourself for asking such a silly question. Thankfully, saved by the bell, a ding fills the elevator as it opens. You quickly step out, trying to hide your face.

“This way please!” The rest of the walk was silent as you both briskly made your way to where your colleagues and Professor Jinn were waiting.

“Ahhh, Anakin, long time no see! How's it been? How's the family?” Professor Jinn asked, laughing heartily, greeting his old friend.

“Hey, they’re doing alright. Still with The Mrs? No divorce yet?” They both erupt into a bout of jovial laughter, embracing each other tightly, delivering a heartfelt back pat, albeit a little too roughly.

“Unfortunately not, still got the ol’ ball and chain.” Professor Jinn lets out a chuckle as they release from their hug.

“Alright, so how are we feeling about this lecture today? Everyone in good spirits? Let's make some investments today!” Anakin said in an annoyingly chipper voice, while clapping his hands together. You had experienced lots of business douches in your time, but this sausage party was just unbearable.

“That’s the spirit we all need today, right Y/N?” Professor Jinn delivers a cold gaze your way, sneering as he speaks.

“Hey, Y/N can’t be all that bad? Go easy on her!” He exclaimed, turning to face you. His gaze softens for a moment as his tongue flicks over his bottom lip catching it briefly between his teeth.

“I’m sure you're just as smart as you are pretty.” Anakin said, shooting you a wink, trying to lighten the mood. You shudder, as if a cold wind had just blown past. Your eyes gravitate towards his mouth. The words almost dripping off of his lips as he spoke. You were roughly brought back into reality as professor Jinn interjected.

“I’ll stop being so hard on her when Y/N can prove she can do her work competently.” Professor Jinn scoffed, clearly still upset from the debacle that took place a few minutes prior.

“Hey, leave the girl alone! We’re here to do some business, right Y/N?” Anakin said with such charm and delight that actually made Y/N feel validated. An area Professor Jinn was severely lacking in. Y/N was taken aback by the compliment but wanted to stay firm and true to her work despite all the male energy in the room.

You chimed in, “Hehehe, yea. On that note, everything is set up and students are starting to come in. But we still have about 15 minutes till the lecture begins. Maybe we could try greeting each student and getting to know some of them a little better. It may drive up some investment and engagement.”

Anakin makes his way towards the table at the front of the lecture hall closest to where a group of students begin congregating. He leans against the table and waves a quick hello as the students approach him.

“Dr, Skywalker it's an honor, sir your advancements in crypto currency have really revolutionized the economy as we know it.” Anakin was used to the praise from frat bros and businessmen alike. Despite all the brown nosing and empty compliments, he still took everything to heart and made him feel like a million bucks.

“Thanks, it has been a very lucrative business, I think we’re gonna make a lot of headway during this lecture, so take some notes. An empire like mine could be yours one day.” Putting in a good word to the students often boosted morale and upped his engagements.

He continued to mingle with the students coming in. They mostly wanted to inquire about the assets he had accrued in the last year like his fully paid off BMW, new club and other business ventures.

The lights dim to signal the lecture was about to begin. Anakin makes his way to the podium as you make your way to your seat. Professor Jinn begins his introduction as Anakin prepares for the talk, putting his headset into place.

“Good morning, everyone. It is a pleasure to welcome you today for an insightful presentation. We are privileged to have Dr. Anakin Skywalker, a highly respected expert in the field of cryptocurrency, with us. Dr. Skywalker will be sharing his extensive knowledge and recent experiences in this dynamic industry. We are fortunate to hear from someone who has made significant contributions to the realm of digital currencies.

As we proceed, I encourage all of you to engage actively by taking detailed notes during the presentation. This is a valuable opportunity to enhance your understanding of this field. To ensure that Dr. Skywalker’s insights can be heard by all, I kindly request that you silence your phones and minimize distractions throughout the talk. Put your laptops away as they will not be necessary.

Please be reminded that there will be a designated time for questions following the presentation. You are welcome to raise any inquiries you may have, and Dr. Skywalker will be glad to address them.

Without further ado, it is my distinct pleasure to invite Dr. Anakin Skywalker to the stage. Please join me in giving him a warm welcome.” Professor Jinn stands back as Anakin takes a step to the podium. A loud array of applause fills the room, to be silenced as Anakin puts a single finger to his lips.

“Thank you professor Jinn, good morning class, as you have all heard I am Dr. Anakin Skywalker, welcome to the first day of the rest of your life. Today we will be covering why you should invest in my crypto currency, The Force.” The second Anakin had graced the stage, he put forth a presence not unlike a male peacock flaunting and enticing his mate.

Y/N sits in the front row listening as Dr. Skywalker spoke. You were really interested in what he had to say but for some odd reason you could only focus on the shapes that his mouth made, the way his arms flexed and unflexed through his blazer when he pointed toward the screen. How he would smile while he talked so passionately, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. It felt as if you only had drank in his beauty for a moment when the crowd erupted in claps. Has the lecture really ended? You joined in with the crowd as they clapped, pretending to be amazed by his intellect and not by his good looks. The lights turned back on as they readied for the Q and A, making your way back towards Professor Jinn and your colleagues, in the wings.

“Thank you all for listening, the Q and A will now begin.” Anakin spoke up, eager to tackle some questions.

With that, a myriad of hands had swung up in the air, eager to have their questions answered. Y/N was surprised that these students had been so engaged in something that could potentially get them into more debt, making the university jealous that they didn’t think of doing it first.

“Alright, lovely to see so many hands. Hopefully we can get a good number of your questions down. How about you, the young man in the blue top!” He walked across the stage gallantly, hook line and sinker, he sold the whole crowd. He had sold you as well, just not in the way initially intended.

“Oh me? Ok… umm, what does the future of crypto currency look like?” The student asked with a shy demeanor. Interested, yet still a bit skeptical of the cause.

“Excellent question! You see, the future's so bright, we gotta wear shades.” He lets out a chuckle with the rest of the crowd.

Y/N thought. ‘How could anyone take this guy so seriously?’

“With currency such as The Force, within the next couple of fiscal years, we can see a large uptick of investors.” Anakin said while chuckling, trying to avoid the very pointed question. It was amazing how he kept such charm while also selling snake oil.

“Great start, how about you next? Young lady in the pink.” With every word he said, it was almost enchanting. Like he was born to do this, to charm a crowd into an investment that will surely lead them all to bankruptcy.

“Hehehe, lucky me. How can we invest right now?! I’d really like to get something started…” The young student flirtily stated, twirling your hair and puffing her chest outward. Surely, you should know this man is twice your age and has a wife and child. However, Y/N’s seen students cross worse boundaries. Despite being right there with the student, you judged.

“It's simple, just scan this QR code,” Anakin states while changing the slides. “It will bring you into my Yodahood account. From here, after registering, you should be able to invest as much as you would like!” Her demeanor had made him slightly uneasy, however this wasn’t the first time he had attention like that during a Q and A. He was expertly able to bounce back without so much as a change in disposition.

“Alright, let's do one more since we’re almost out of time.” He stood calculating, as if the last question really mattered. “Ah yes, young lady in the black and killer hat, I love Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes!”

“Oh shucks, thanks! What do you recommend for first time investors in regards to the amount initially invested?” She had exclaimed, clearly thrilled to learn that Anakin had a shred of musical intellect.

He stood stunned and took a moment of pause. This is exactly the question he needed. He would basically be able to influence just how much he wanted from each ambitious student.

“Excellent question! I recommend buying at least 5 Force coins, since we are already seeing an uptick in the number of investments. So I recommend getting in as fast as you can, and giving in as much as you are willing!” So vividly giving the illusion of control over to these impressionable young minds. He was almost giddy, just thinking about it.

“And with that we are out of time, thanks for sitting and listening ladies and gentlemen, and everyone in between. If your questions did not get answered, feel free to check out The Force’s website. There, we have an FAQ page and a way to contact our team about any questions you have, if not listed!” He waved off the crowd to the direction of the merch table.

“Remember to check out our merch and may The Force be with you!” He gives a gentle bow, walking off the stage removing his headset.

He hurriedly jogs over to meet the rest of the crew in the wings. They greeted him with quiet cheers and nods of approval. All excited and enthusiastic with the outcome of his lecture. The university was getting 15% off the top of his earnings from today. Hopefully allowing a raise for these overworked and underpaid interns.

“Guys that was great, I really think I got some new investors tonight! The crowd was so engaged and ugh Professor Jinn!” He places a hand on his shoulder. “You did my introduction perfectly, really set me up for a home run.” He states while mocking the motion of a baseball player hitting it home. Laughter erupted from your colleagues, continuing to give kudos to Dr. Skywalker.

Y/N’s ears perk up at the sound of his praise, you had written the introduction for Professor Jinn to read. You weren't sure he would even acknowledge you but even getting the praise second hand felt like a rush, a foreign feeling for you.

“Well…” Professor Jinn starts. “It was actually Y/N who wrote it, but I did give you a good start.” He interjects, trying to pull a bit of the spotlight from Y/N’s accomplishment. “But yeah I guess you did alright too.” He says sheepishly, finally admitting to himself that Y/N isn’t all that bad. Professor Jinn gives you a half hearted nod, probably the most he had given you throughout the entire internship. It felt good, gratifying in some way.

Casey, your beloved co-worker, had stood there frozen. Not only had she always been on top of her game, but she was always sitting on her ivory tower, that bitch. Always making a note to remind you of her successes and good graces with the professor. She was a shoe-in as the candidate for becoming a full-time, official TA with Professor Jinn. Which was set to begin at the start of next semester. Seeing you in the spotlight was a change that she did not welcome.

“Great work out there Dr. Skywalker!” Your co-worker flirtily puts her hand on his bicep, getting a little too close for comfort. “Hey… maybe we could have some lunch after? My treat!” She leans in more, as if that were humanly possible, invading his space while also embarrassing herself simultaneously. Classic Casey.

“No that's alright, I had a big breakfast this morning. Plus the wifes waiting for me! We have a wine tasting event later for my club, to grab some new investors. It's investor night!” He does some finger guns to accompany the lilt in his voice, drawing away the awkwardness and embarrassment from the situation. Casey was not used to rejection, especially in this form. It perturbed her and enlightened you. Maybe Anakin wasn’t as shallow as he appears to be. You had to suppress a giddy feeling in your stomach, hiding a smile behind your hand. For the first time you felt vindicated in your role, months worth of lack of recognition had finally been noticed.

After a few minutes of well wishes and praise from the rest of the team, you found yourself escorting Dr.Skywalker back to his vehicle. You both stepped into the elevator as the sound of uncomfortable jazz filled both your ears.

Anakin broke the silence. “Hey, don't take what Jinn says to heart, he's just a hard ass. You did really well today.” He turns to face you, his blue eyes locking onto yours. He puts a hand on the elevator rail, leaning so closely that you could smell his decadent cologne. He smelled of the dew in the morning after a long night of rain, a woodsy scent of pine lingering in your nose.

“Hey, maybe uh.. drinks on me tonight? The introduction you wrote was absolutely stellar. I’d like you to meet some of my investors. We’re meeting at my new club downtown, I could really use someone like you to talk me up. What do you say” he leans in, with a husky drawl, “spread those wings for me?”

A blush begins to arise as you feel his breath fan across your cheeks. Goosebumps begin to ripple across your skin, like a tidal wave. You're at a loss for words. Not expecting the sudden intimacy of the situation. He notices your minor uneasiness and backs off slightly, worried he might have taken it a bit too far.

“Uh, sure why not!” You stumble over your words, “I’d loved to do more networking, especially since this internship won’t last forever.” Was all you could manage to croak out. You had noticed how cornered you were before he had moved away, his alluring actions leaving you breathless. The elevator comes to a halt and the doors open. He walks out leaving you standing alone. He speaks as he backs away.

“Great, I’ll email you the address. It's a bit fancy so dress accordingly, see ya at 8.” He states, giving you a quick wink.

You walk forward instinctively, like a lemming. Waiting, silently pleading for him to say more. He then reaches out his hand, politely taking yours in his own, giving your knuckles a tender kiss. His eyes meet yours as he rises to you, face to face. You couldn't help but blush at the way he was looking at you. You felt like divinity.

“It was truly a pleasure meeting you today Y/N.” He hops back into the luxury vehicle, the valet had ready for him and peels away, leaving you with an invite and a warm feeling in your chest. Stunned and charmed, your phone dinged almost immediately from an unknown email address.

Meeting at HoloBar at 8pm, 42 Corellian Avenue. Cocktail dress. Personal Cell: (130) 049-2727 Talia Korr, (she/her), Executive Assistant THE FORCE IND. | 66 Imperial Tower, Coruscant [email protected] | (130) 426-7656 | The Force Industries

Personal assistant, huh? Cool.

Masterlist | Prologue | Chapter 2

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cheriladycl01 · 7 months ago

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Quirk #3

Here is my third quirk idea! Feel free to use this in your fanfics (just give me credit if you directly got it from me) obviously I know however I’m not the only creative person in the world and that some people may have also had these ideas before me!

Quirk: Omnis Oculi

Her quirk basically gives her adaptive sight that she can adapt to different scenarios

This entails:

- Pretty much any ability related to sight. So x-ray vision, aura vision, heat vision etc.

- She would develop her quirk at lot at her time in school wherever that is. She and do internships with different hero’s to help her in different aspects of her quirk .

Weaknesses

- Can go temporarily blind if quirk is overused. However she can still use her quick. She’s just blinder for longer. Gets to the point where she spends most of classes blind.

- Using certain aspects of her quirk will hurt her the way used. So for example is she uses Heat Related Vision she will Burn her eyes.

- Gets headaches due to the concentration

- Rapid Blinking and Dry eyes (Like Aizawa)

- Very easy to see and target her weakness, damaging her eyes would damage her quirk.

Strengths

- Her quick is one of the most versatile as she’s good for support, offence and defence. So with how much she can do it’s an incredibly strong quirk despite it only coming from one area of her body.

- She’s very emotionally smart due to some aspects of her quirk helping her see more.

Hero Name:

The Sight Hero: Optic

Zodiac: Aries

Ethnic Background: Indian / Japanese

Height: 5ft 5

Weight: 123ibs

Style: Preppy

Physical Traits: Eyes change colour depending on what aspect of quirk is being used. Normally wears glasses to help generally with her deteriorating sight.

Mannerisms: She has one of those polite tight lipped smiles and tends to just nod and agree with everything.

Favourite:

Food: Her Moms Green Bean Cassrole with Fried Onions

Drink: Mango Smoothie

Colour: Light Blue

Weather: Sunny

Possession: Hair Bows

Morning Routine:

Eye drops are a must, as she tends to wake up with dryer eyes.

Hobbies:

Knitting and Rock Climbing

Special Skills:

Gymnastics

Pet Peeves:

Unreliability whether it be a person or object

Bad At:

Being confident in herself

Biggest Fear:

Her friends dying and her not being strong enough to have done something.

Greatest Flaw:

She apologises for everything and people like Bakugo get really easily annoyed by this. She always thinks she’s the one on the wrong.

Goals:

To be a hero strong enough to protect her friends.

Who I see them with:

Guys - KIRISHIMA, Snipe

Girls - Ochako , Mt Lady

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tabiito · 1 year ago

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ACADEMIC LIABILITY or ACADEMIC WEAPON?! — one piece in college

sanji is a hospitality major -> very obvious -> eventually wants to go to culinary school and open his own restaurant, but wants to get some work experience in and wouldn't mind working in a hotel for a year or two -> rooms with zoro; they both got randomly assigned based off signup sheets and they've been torturing the housing incharges to change ever since then -> the housing dept is so fed up with them that they're not budging just to spite them -> zoro regularly buys the wrong kinds of ingredients for him and sometimes messes with his schedules so he's late for classes -> did a semester abroad in france and is planning to do one in italy to intern under his favourite chefs -> watches and falls asleep to reruns of the great british bake off or masterchef jr. -> is a pleasure to generally have in class and submits his assignments on time except when there are any sorts of accounting/finance courses he needs to take ... pesters nami to help with those -> probably tied with chopper and robin as the people who're the most genuinely passionate about their major -> hosts sunday study sessions where everyone comes to his dorm and studies while he cooks lunch for them -> makes nami, vivi and robin bentos the days they have long classes and drops them off at their buildings -> will make people on his floor food if they ask for it -> actually not that big of a fan of huge parties but gets dragged along by luffy anyways -> 100% academic weapon

zoro is a kinesiology major -> him and ace are prolific nappers. will nap anywhere: under a tree in the quad, in the library, in classes, etc. -> that is, if zoro actually makes it to his classes in the first place, he's so directionally challenged -> took him months to figure out the campus layout, will still end up 10-15 minutes late cos he took the wrong staircase up -> mainly just spends his time sleeping in the dorm or at the gym -> very intimidating in the gym, loads of people mistake him for a varsity athlete cos he'll casually be bench pressing mad numbers -> will spot your weights and help you out if you ask tho <3 -> sanji gets back at him by playing ridiculously loud music while cooking and giving him the wrong directions -> he still has to admit that for what it's worth he keeps sanji around since he's practically memorised zoro's meal preferences and macros (sanji will sneak in some greens and sugar here and there) -> does not party often but when he does he goes beast mode, drunk zoro blushes like crazyyy -> he's a girlfailure academically though, does not keep track of his assignments, all his coursework leaves his head the minute he leaves the classroom -> gets law or chopper to help him with basic biology parts of his major -> at one point paid chopper to do his assignments but chopper was too nice and did them for free until law found out and started going on about "child labour" or something -> he's BARELY making the passing grade -> 100% academic liability nami is a business major -> IT girl!! on top of everything always -> dorms with robin, is literally living the pinterest girl aesthetic -> super organised, notes are color coded, always running around campus with her cup of coffee -> is the president of the campus's women in finance club -> summer internships, TA-ing, you name it she's doing it -> is debating going down the investment banker route because of the 6 figure salary or starting her own business -> invented office siren core. she walks into a class with pointed kitten heels bayonetta glasses and everyone loses their shit -> at the same time is a party MONSTER -> her tolerance is unlimited . got a matching tattoo with vivi and robin one night -> she ran an alcohol supplying racket in her freshman year for a quick buck but switched to more legitimate moneymaking methods in her sophmore year, she now connects students from her highschool with college mentors -> her profs love herrr she hates being called a nerd but she pre-reads all her syllabus, is ready with good questions but she's not a nerd guys!! -> is the campus cafe's best customer. will stop by at least twice a day for some sugar/coffee shot that keeps her sane -> her and robin have a wine night every week where they watch real housewives, do skincare, and catch up on each other's lives -> robin lowkey worries for her because she's very ambitious but she trusts that vivi keeps nami sane when she's not around

robin is an archaeology and history double major -> why is she even in college (is a question her professors keep asking her) -> she could teach the class! (she's assistant in every department she's taken) -> definitely taking the academia route after college, also because she's genuinely passionate about teaching -> is overqualified to even sit in introductory level courses -> has been published as an undergraduate in multiple prestigious journals for papers that she wrote because she was "just curious" -> is a part of student government -> is also a part of the campus debate union, but is not as proactive as other members (eg. luffy) -> double majoring is a breeze for her. her assignments make her professors question their ability to grade -> singlehandedly carries the class average on her back -> is idolised by underclassmen because she's very sweet and patient -> got invited to join a lot of secret societies and sororities during her freshman year but politely declined -> could honestly be successful in any major since she has a general academic knack -> wants to take a year off after college to gain on-site archaeological experience in egypt -> is the mother of the group; everyone comes to her for advice whenever they're struggling to pick classes or feeling down -> her guilty pleasure is a good matcha latte. has bought a full matcha station to perfect her own lattemaking skills -> nami took her thrifting once and now she spends hours on her weekend in shops -> doesn't like partying so is often the designated sober one along with sanji and law, will occasionally smoke with him depending on how tolerable he is -> 100% an academic weapon

a/n: i'm a big yapper so ima do ace luffy chopper and law in the pt 2 for this ⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece scenarios #one piece fluff #straw hat pirates #straw hat crew #nami one piece #zoro #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami #nico robin #sanji fluff #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #one piece x reader #[ tracklisted ]#sobsobs sorry about no readmore my post editor isn't working :(

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birinboom · 1 year ago

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Come Sit With Me

Midoriya Izuku x quirkless nurse Reader Injuries, hospitals, fluff, established relationship, brief kissing 💌1325 words

Original prompt from Quotev: A scenario if Izuku ever had a quirkless S/O. I had the idea of the S/O being a nurse in training at UA.

A/N: Canon-divergent. This takes place during Izuku and Reader’s final year at UA. Reader is in the general studies course and works as a nurse-in-training after school under Recovery Girl’s supervision and with bouts of internships at the local hospital during school breaks.

Your shoes clicked against the floors as you walked down the hallway, the smell of hospital disinfectants stinging your nose. Stopping at the nurse’s station, you send the woman behind the counter a smile. It was instantly returned.

“Good to see you again!” she said. “Are you here for work or visiting?”

“Visiting,” you replied. “Midoriya, is he--”

The nurse pointed to a door further down the hall. “He’s been moved to room number 8. He’ll be happy to see you.”

You smiled again, thanking her. Then you continued down the hallway.

Stopping outside the room, you peeked through the open door, adjusting your school uniform. The beds were unoccupied, ready for new patients - except for one furthest from the door. The curtain was drawn around it for privacy, hiding your boyfriend from you. You moved into the room, your steps light in case he was asleep.

“Izuku?” you called softly.

No reply. Peeking around the curtain, you found him sound asleep. You took in his peaceful features - a stark contrast to his injured arm, the cast poking out underneath the covers. You had been told by him that it had happened during training when you had visited him the day before, that it was only a minor injury, the cast was mostly a safety precaution for his already weakened arm, and that he’d be out of the hospital soon.

Hero students are odd, you thought as you leaned in to brush a lock of green curls out of Izuku’s face. For most people an injury like this would be a pretty big deal, but for heroes it seemed like a regular Tuesday thing. At least that was how Izuku always behaved ever since you met him.

The two of you had started at UA at the same time. Being quirkless, you had always felt a little bit useless compared to your peers. So when you were given the opportunity to study nursing under Recovery Girl alongside your regular studies, you had jumped at the chance.

That was how you’d gotten to know Izuku. The two of you had begun chatting as a way to pass the time while he was stuck in the infirmary. Eventually, partway through your 2nd year, he had asked you out.

You looked at your boyfriend again. It wasn’t often that you got the opportunity to study his face; he usually got shy and hid his face if you looked at him for too long. He had grown taller since you met him. His face had gotten more angular, his jawline had grown sharp. But his freckles still gave him a boy-ish look which his wide smile only accentuated.

His freckles were currently lit up by a patch of golden sunlight, making them stand out even more against his skin. You watched as the light slowly crept further up his face. Then you stood, turning to adjust the curtains before the light hit Izuku’s eyes. As much as you’d like for him to wake up so you could talk with him… he needed to rest.

You busied yourself for a while adjusting his covers to make sure he wasn’t cold. Then you turned your attention to the vase of flowers on the windowsill, the flowers you brought along on your last visit. Nipping off a few of the smaller, withering flowers and drooping leaves, you carried the vase over to the sink to refresh the water.

Eventually, you were out of things to do. And Izuku was still asleep.

Sighing, you grabbed your school bag and turned towards the door. Maybe you could come back in a couple of hours, surely then he’d be--

“Wait!”

Turning back to the bed, you found Izuku awake. He pushed himself into a sitting position, beckoning you closer with one arm. His good arm. The two of you seemed to realize at the same time that he had used his injured arm to push himself up.

Izuku slumped forward, groaning in pain as he clutched his arm to his chest. Dropping your bag, you rushed back to his side.

“Here, let me get the remote so I can raise--”

“No, it’s fine,” Izuku grit out, “just help me get back against the wall.”

You knew better than to argue. Izuku was too stubborn for his own good at times, especially when injured. But him asking for your assistance was testament to how much he trusted you; he’d said so himself a few months back. You were one of the few people he allowed himself to be truly vulnerable around. Not even his mom got to see this vulnerable side. So you didn’t argue with him, you just moved his pillow up against the headboard, easing him backwards until he could rest again.

“How are you feeling?” you asked as you sat on the bed, reaching out to brush his hair out of his face again. “Do you need me to get a nurse?”

Izuku sent you a strained smile. “No, I’m fine.” Grabbing your hand, he settled it on top of his blanket, giving it a soft squeeze. “I’m better, at least, now that you’re here. It makes the pain a bit easier to bear.”

You sighed. “If only I had a healing quirk. Then I could’ve helped you with the pain.”

Izuku adjusted his grip on your hand, slipping his fingers between yours and squeezed your hand again.

“Even if you did have a healing quirk, I wouldn’t have let you use it on me.”

“Oh?” you replied, a smile pulling at the corner of your lips. “You think you could stop me?”

Izuku let out a brief laugh. “Well, maybe not but… I know your dream is to assist heroes, to heal them so they can get back on the battlefield. That means saving your powers for emergencies. If you used all your healing powers on someone who - like me - is out of danger, someone who doesn’t need urgent healing, what would you do if disaster struck in half an hour and you couldn’t heal anybody?”

Your smile fell. “I’d be just as useless as I am now.”

Izuku shook his head. “No, you’d be just as useful as you are now. You’d be out on the streets, bandaging injuries, creating splints out of debris. You would do everything in your power to help, just like you always do. Quirk or no quirk.”

He sat still for a moment, looking at your entwined hands, then he added, “Y’know… I think you’re doing better than I ever could have if I hadn’t received One For All. I would probably have been relying on gadgets to fight and gotten myself into trouble instead of actually helping people. Unless I switched to the support track. Might still have landed me in trouble if I know Hatsume-san right. She would still have made me test her… uh… babies, but I wouldn’t have had the same resistance without One For All.”

Looking back up at you, he beamed. “I’d have been in such deep trouble. Maybe even enough to be sent to the infirmary so I could’ve met you again! But hopefully I’d be less of a coward and ask you out earlier.”

Using your free hand, you gently cupped Izuku’s cheek, letting your thumb run over his cheekbone.

“You’re not a coward.”

Izuku leaned into your touch. “Not now. But I was back before All Might passed his quirk onto me. And I think I’d still be if I’d never gotten his quirk.” Sighing happily, he added, “But it’s silly to think about what if’s. I’m here now, with a quirk. And as much as I would’ve liked to ask you out earlier, I’m still so happy that I found the courage to do so, that you’re here with me now.”

You leaned closer, pressing your forehead against Izuku’s. “Rather late than never, huh?”

He grinned at you. “Rather late than never.”

Then he kissed you.

#love letters from em #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #x reader #x you #gn!reader #fluff #established relationship #kissing #injuries #hospitals #midoriya #izuku #deku #drabble #drabbles

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zestirial · 1 year ago

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I've honestly only just realized...

That without Izuku, there would have been no Mha at all.

Let me explain: I imagined what the universe would have been like without Izuku's presence. Whether he committed suicide or simply changed profession.

Well, you know what? They would have been in deep shit!

To start things off, we have the SCA attack. Who allowed Mineta and Tsuyu to escape thanks to their quirks? While they were trapped on a boat surrounded by water, with villains at their heels? And who literally saved All Might? I'll leave you to stir it all up, and think of the disaster that could have been even greater if he hadn't been there.

Several injured students would have been the last straw for U.A.! At the beginning of the year, no less.

Let's take the sports festival a step further. I'll keep it simple. If Izuku hadn't been there, Shoto would NEVER have accepted his left side. So he's going to rot to the core because of his rage. And who went to see Endeavor after that to set him straight?

And then, of course, there's the internship part. Iida decides to take revenge on Stain for what he did to his brother.

In the anime, we have deku who arrives in time to save him. But here, no one will be there to help him, and above all, Shoto won't be coming as backup, as he had joined the position sent by the green man.

No Izuku, no location, no location, no rescue.

So Iida must either be dead, or so injured that he can't continue his heroic course, so bye-bye!

Then it's off to training camp. To cut a long story short, Kota would never have accepted the heroes, and there was nothing he could have done since Muscular would have already killed him.

Then it's Eri's rescue. Since Mirio would have inherited the One for All, things wouldn't have turned out the same way at all. So I can't really put an opinion on it, since I'm only basing my opinion on my memory.

But anyway, you get the point.

Izuku midoriya brought back a lot of precious things to his entourage.

He saved and protected many things that he himself neglected.

I've based this summary on the things that struck me most in general order. Clearly, if you ever watch the anime again, you'll find a lot more details! But it's clear that he did more than that. Whether for his friends, his elders or his teachers.

The things he's done are gears for the future, so of course I'm not saying everything. But one fact that's easy to admit and notice is Shoto Todoroki's evolution.

Without Izuku, he would have achieved nothing, and an immeasurable hatred would have reached him by season 6.

Izuku helped him to find inner peace, to reconnect with his family and to make him what he is now.

I say that for him, but it applies to everyone who crosses his path. And who have decided to follow in his footsteps.

So... Thank you for everything Izuku Midoriya! Our hero!❤️

#mha #my hero academia #deku #izuku #izuku midoriya #u.a. high school #class 1 a #pro hero #one for all #bnha #shoto todoroki #tsuyu asui #endeavor #mineta minoru #iida tenya #stain #villains #koda

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4-arab-gay-slave-fantasy · 11 months ago

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My Summer Internship.

Under Master Abdul

[email protected]

CHAPTER 1

8:00 pm on a Friday. It's true that being a litigation summer associate at a large law firm is generally an easy gig, but sometimes stuff has to be done. Better reflection of real lawyer life, I suppose. I finally shut my computer and got ready to head out.

My name is John. I'm 25, just finished my second year of law school in Athens at the University of Georgia, and interning in a large Atlanta firm for the summer. I grew up and went to college and law school in Georgia.

I'm 5'6”, about 150 pounds, with straight, short brown hair and brown eyes. Thanks to my Anglo—Saxon ancestry I have a naturally smooth torso. I have a fairly average to below average cut 5 inch cock. I'm gay, and openly so, but not very experienced. I've bottomed a couple of times, and generally have no interest in topping.

I walked to a nearby gym where I liked to work out. I used to be a soccer player through high school, but I was intrigued to find out that there was a gym with exercise equipment in the downtown area. I discovered there was one immediately next to the building where I work. The gym tended to close early on Fridays so it was pretty dead. There was just one guy there, manning the front desk. His name was Jake, and he was the evening manager. He was 6 feet even, 180 pounds, brown hair, and green eyes, with a trim build. No indication he was anything other than straight, which was a shame. He wasn't exactly a genius, but he was nice enough.

I smiled and flashed my gym card. As I ruffled through my bag, I was dismayed - I forgot my gym clothes! I looked at Jake, and asked, "Hey - I forgot my gym clothes. Do you have any I can buy and use?"

"Sorry, no," he said. "We just ran out of stock and I forgot to order new ones, so we won't have any until next week."

"No problem," I responded. "Hmm, any chance you'll let me workout in my boxer briefs, socks, and undershirt? I'd just hate to have to go home to grab my gym stuff - it's a good thirty minutes away. Plus, I was going to use the gymnastics stuff, anyway - no need for gym shoes."

"I don't know about that," he said. "The gym is pretty strict about not using underwear in the gym." He pulled out the manual and looked at the rules. "Undershirts, underwear, and socks are all off-limits. You can't work out in those."

"Damn it!" I was frustrated. "Any workarounds we can do?"

Jake read further. "So, it technically says: you can't wear underwear as your outermost clothes on the gym floor. But, you just need to have a collar and cover your male private parts. And, no pubic hair is allowed to touch the equipment. I think I saw something that might work..."

I was perplexed, but the gym was empty and I wasn't going to miss this chance. "What do you have?"

He looked in a lost and found box. "I think these two could technically work." He fished out a thick, black, leather dog collar - big enough for a fairly large dog. "This could fit around your neck, I guess."

"So I'd wear my undershirt with a dog collar?" I asked. I was a little confused, and to be honest, a little turned on - I hadn't really done a lot of BDSM play but I was intrigued.

"Well, no," he answered. "Just the collar. No undershirts, remember? But there isn't really a rule against being shirtless as long as you have a collar..."

"OK," I answered. "But what about the rest?"

He fished out a silver metal chastity device, still in its box. "Looks like someone left it here. It might be small. But, the book only says your penis must be covered. Nothing about balls or ass..." he mused.

At this point I was terrified but also very turned on. "I think it'll fit. So I just need to wear this collar and this chastity device. Is that it?"

"Hmm, maybe one more thing," Jake began. "No pubic hair. Think you can use this hair removal cream?"

I was so turned on at this point. I nodded. "OK," he said, "you can go in the locker room and get ready. I can take that key," he gestured towards the chastity device.

I headed off to the empty locker room and stripped naked. I put my clothes on the bench and stared at my naked self in the mirror.

Just then, Jake walked in. "Hey man, sorry, I was about to take a piss. Hey, need some help with the hair removal cream?" I nodded in a daze. He rubbed it on my cock and balls and my asshole. "Should we do your pits

and legs too? I guess they technically come around puberty, right?" I was not in a position to object, so he did it. I was hairless from the neck down.

My hard dick would have to go down in order to fit in the device, even though I was smaller than average. I thought about some un-sexy thoughts uand finally got it in. The steel coldly but firmly kept my persistently

stiffening dick in check.

Jake then put the collar around my neck and tightened it so it was firm but not strangling me. "How's that?" he asked. "Good" was all I was able to sputter out.

"All right, then. Enjoy!" Jake smiled and waved as he headed out.

I stepped into the exercise room, naked except for a collar and a locked cock, my dick straining against the steel and dripping pre-cum. I felt the cool breeze of the Air Conditioner and went off to hit the exercise equipment when I noticed the gymnastic equipment. I was interested since watching the recent Olympics and wanted to try on them. There was the rings, the pommel horse and the female event parallel bars and balance beam.. I felt exposed and turned on, even though no one was there. I was humiliated but also horny as fuck.

I imagined people watching me, eying my naked body. Watching my smooth, muscular frame. I wondered if people would lust after me as I held a handstand. I spread my legs in mid-air and felt the cool air on my exposed asshole. My dick throbbed in its cage.

I wondered if men would look at my smaller than average cock cage and wonder how small I must be in order to fit in there. I was humiliated, but turned on. The idea of critical eyes looking at my body and evaluating

how it did - and did not - measure up.

I thought about how smooth my torso already was naturally, due to my background, but how much more boyish my body looked without pubic hair, armpit hair, and even leg hair. I wondered if men would deride me as a lesser man. Would they think of me as a weak boy. Was I a boy who deserved to wear a collar and be locked away, for real men to teach and play with. I thought of all the men fully dressed, and how much shorter I would look standing in bare feet. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but that only made me hornier. An hour and a half must have gone by. I heard the maintenance folks go into the locker room and leave. I was about to head back to the locker room when I heard a male voice. "John?" I turned around and my heart dropped.

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CHAPTER 2

Standing there were four full-time corporate associates at my law firm; all of them were dressed in work clothes, and had their gym bags with them. I didn't work with them, since I was in a different practice group, but I knew them all since they were friendly folks and worked a lot with the summer program. I forgot that this gym had a basketball court, and that these guys liked to play 2 on 2 after work on Fridays.

ABDUL- was an Arab corporate associate - he had been with the firm for many year. After having moved

from his home in Saudi Arabia to attend law school in the Atlanta area he had decided to stay in the area to live and work. He was a young 49 years old. A dark masculine guy who was an avid gym goer. He stood 6’4” had short dark black hair. On his face he seemed to have constant heavy 5:00 shadow no matter how much he shaved, dark eyes, a vivid white smile which gave him the appearance of enjoying life but at the same time had an imposing, almost threatening demeanor that was animal like. He was a natural leader of men.

PHIL - the guy who spoke - was a 32 year old corporate senior associate. He had played lacrosse at university and was still a generally muscular, if a little less rock hard, 6’ tall. He was pale and had fiery red hair and blue eyes. He had a bit of a southern accent as he had grown up in North Carolina.

MIKE was a lawyer in our international arbitration group. He was married - he met his wife at the law firm when they were summer interns years ago- and had a bit of a beer belly, but was a handsome guy. A little bit of dark chest hair poked out of his shirt. He was also 32 years old, 6 feet 2 inches tall, had brown hair that was between wavy and curly, and dark eyes. Belying his New England roots, Mike was always seen wearing boat shoes around the office - luckily, not a big issue at the firm, since it wasn't one of the really stuffy ones.

Finally, ANDY was a soft spoken guy who worked in tax. I had heard he was engaged to a woman he clerked with for a judge the year before. He was 30 years old, had curly brown hair, green eyes, and wore glasses. Andy was more of a co-rec sports guy in college - somewhat fit, but never really jacked. He was the shortest in the group at 5 foot 10, but still noticeably taller than me.

"Hey guys," I responded. "It's not what you think -"

"No worries, "Abdul said. "We used to joke that the rules for what you can and can't wear had some weird exceptions. But I guess those exceptions are real!" He quipped. All four laughed, and I laughed uneasily along with them.

The four guys approached and I began to feel more comfortable. "Don't even worry about it," Andy said. "We're not telling anyone at the firm. You do you!"

We chatted a little bit about how the summer was going. Like I said, these guys were nice and friendly, and I didn't feel threatened. I felt more and more at ease as we continued the small talk.

"I can't help noticing," Mike started, "how smooth you are. Are you naturally so smooth?"

"Not really," I said, "they have that rule about pubic hair and all, so I used hair removal cream on it."

"Can I feel?" Peter asked. It seemed like a weird request, but like I said, I was getting more comfortable. "Sure," I said. Peter ran his hands on my chest. I shivered a little bit.

The four guys began getting a little more comfortable about it. "OK if I feel your pits?" Abdul asked. I nodded. "Can you put your hands behind your head?" I complied. "They're so smooth," he murmured as his rough hands grazed my exposed armpits.

Mike looked at Andy and asked, "I wonder how smooth his dick and balls feel." Andy responded, "go ahead, he doesn't seem to mind." Mike held my cock and balls, feeling the bare skin. No one even asked me at that point. It was humiliating but kind of exhilarating, like I wasn't even there. I was just being inspected by these men.

Peter touched my nipples, and they firmed up. "Perky!" he exclaimed. The guys laughed. I gave a small smile.

Without saying anything, Andy knelt down and gently touched my ass cheeks. "Can you spread your legs a bit?" I did. He spread my ass and touched my asshole. "This is definitely smoother than mine," he observed.

The guys chuckled.

"This is alright, right?" Peter asked. I nodded. "I guess you're pretty much naked and exposed anyway, right?" I looked at the floor in shame. "Nothing to worry about," Andy chimed in. "It's just like biology class, looking at a body that is so different than ours." The other guys expressed their agreement.

Mike looked at Peter. "This cage is pretty small, but looks like it fits him." Peter nodded. "Definitely smaller than me." Andy and Ryan agreed. "How big is it," Mike asked, holding my cock cage and looking at Peter

and Ryan, not even looking at me. "Um, 5 inches when hard, I think." "Yeah, that's smaller," Mike said. I was humiliated. But why was I enjoying it so much at the same time?

Abdul looked down at my dick in his hand and noticed I was leaking quite a bit of precum. "Looks like you're a little turned on!" The other guys laughed. I reddened and sheepishly nodded. "Happens to all of us. But now, my hand is a little...sticky."

"Oh, and it's getting on the floor too," Andy chimed in, standing up after prodding my asshole for a couple of minutes. "I think the cleaning staff has left for the night though."

Peter looked around. "I don't see any cleaning tools. We should probably clean that up though."

Out of nowhere, I blurted out, "I guess I could lick it up?" The other guys were stunned. Mike broke the silence: "yeah, makes sense. It's your mess, anyway. Go ahead."

I knelt on the ground and licked the pre cum. I looked up and saw Abdul's hand also with a little pre-cum. "Would you like me to clean that up as well, Abdul ?" A small smile spread on his face. "Yeah, please." I licked

the pre-cum off the palm of his hand. I heard Andy nearby say, "that's so humiliating." Peter agreed, "yeah, but he's gotta clean it up, right?"

I stood up. "Well, we should probably get going," Peter said. "Off to Abdul 's to play some poker. You take it easy, John!" I nodded and waved as they walked away chatting amongst themselves.

I headed to the locker room and made a horrible realization. My clothes were gone! The maintenance folks must have taken them. Also gone was the key. A post-it note was left on the desk, which stated: "put in lost-and-found, pick up on Monday." The gym was closed for the weekend, and the staff wouldn't back for a couple of days!

I frantically looked around, wondering what my next move would be. I was stuck in nothing but a collar and a chastity device! What was I going to do?

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CHAPTER 3

Not really knowing what to do, I started after the four men, who were just leaving. "Hey, wait up!"

Phil looked back. "What's up, buddy?"

"I'm kind of in a pickle," I began. "My clothes are gone, and looks like the staff is gone for the weekend. Any chance you guys could lend me some clothes?"

The four looked at each other. "I don't know," Mike said. "All my gym clothes are sweaty, and they're too big for you anyway. You'd look ridiculous in them." The others nodded in assent.

"Wait," Abdul said. "We can't leave him here, though. Maybe we bring him to my place, we were going there to play poker anyway." "Sounds like a good idea," Phil responded. "But should we check with the guard of the parking garage in the building? Might look a little suspicious having this little guy walking around pretty much naked." Phil flicked my cock cage, and it bounced up and hit my abdomen. The guys laughed, and Andy patted my ass. I shivered gave a shy smile.

"I'll go talk to him," Mike said, and he walked off to find the night guard. While waiting, the rest of the guys conversed about work without me. I stood there naked, ignored, like I wasn't even present.

A minute later, Mike came back with a middle-aged white man in his 40s, with a scruffy red beard and a satchel in tow. "This must be the guy," he mused, and the four associates burst into laughter. "Well, I can release him into your custody, but he's clearly got a penchant for trouble, so you'll need to make sure you can control him."

Control? Custody? Those words struck me as odd, since it wasn't like I belonged to the four guys, or anything. But that stirred something in me. My cock swelled up and my nipples perked up. I felt a little pre-cum flow once again.

The guard rummaged around in his bag. "Someone left this dog leash, but I think it should work with the collar. Just to make sure he doesn't go anywhere." He handed it to Abdul, who attached it to my collar. I was a little shocked but said nothing. "You probably don't want him running off," the guard continued. Abdul gave the leash a hard tug, which jostled me off my balance, and everyone laughed again. "He's not going anywhere

I won't let him," Abdul declared.

The guard looked in his bag some more. "You probably don't want him distracted either. How about this blindfold?" Phil agreed. "He's already very stimulated by the whole situation." He placed the blindfold on me and I could not see at all through the thick leather blindfold."

"One last thing," the guard said. "He's probably a little freaked out, and probably would be better if kept it shut."

I heard some movement, and felt two rough hands hold open my mouth. A clean, leather bit was inserted in my mouth and locked around my head. I could no longer see or speak. But for some reason, it only turned me on more.

"I think that's it!" I heard the guard conclude. "Hope you enjoy this boy and he gives you no more trouble."

"Thanks, man," Abdul said in his deep Arab accent spoke, as the guard's footsteps indicated he was walking off. "Let's go, boy. Gotta get to the poker game." With nothing else to do, I followed as they tugged me along. The four associates continued to talk as if I wasn't there. I wondered where the night would take me.

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CHAPTER 4

I couldn't see, but I could hear and feel as the four associates led me through the underground parking garage of our building. I didn't hear many cars or people, so it must have been pretty empty. Made sense, since it was late on a Friday in the business district, so it was pretty dead. We stopped and I heard Abdul say: "here's the car, hop in!"

There was a pause. Mike asked, "where do we put him? I don't think you want his bare ass messing up your precious leather seats?" All laughed. "I guess not," Ryan started. "But can we just put him in the cargo hold

of my Escalade, all trussed up like that?"

"Wait," Peter responded. "I just dropped off my dog at my parents' house last weekend. I think I still have the pet carrier in the back. I was planning just to leave my car here until Monday since parking is free over the weekend. How about that?" The guys murmured in agreement.

I felt a wave of humiliation as I heard them get the dog cage and herded me in the back. I heard the trunk door close and the car start. I had never felt so humiliated, so mistreated. And yet, my cock had never been harder. I could feel pre-cum dribbling out, even though I couldn't see it. All of this, of course, was restricting my cock keeping me from getting fully erect.

After about half an hour - although it felt like eternity - we arrived at a swanky apartment building. I heard the guys get out and Abdul hand his key to the valet. "We've got some cargo in the back," I heard him say. "Could you bring it through the loading dock and have them bring it up to my room?"

"Sure thing, sir," I heard the valet respond. The car moved again, this time with me and just the valet. I heard him whistling as he drove into the parking garage.

The car stopped, and I heard the guy get out and open the trunk. I heard him chuckle. "What do we have here?" I heard the valet yell out, "hey guys, here's a delivery for 1007." Two guys came by and lifted my cage out. "Nice," I heard one of them say.

"You know the drill," I heard the other start. "Need to make sure they aren't hiding any contraband here." I felt the two men's hairy hands probe my asshole, jiggle my cage, and feel around my mouth through my gag. "Nothing here, but this asshole will probably be full by the night," the other said.

They opened the cage and yanked me out by the collar, and brought me to attention. I could not see anything but I knew there were several men around me Again talking like I wasn't there, I heard the first one say "bring this to 1007 using the service elevator. Make sure to bring it to the back entrance, wouldn't want to scandalize the neighbors." The other guy led me by the leash through what i assumed was the hall to a service elevator. As the elevator started moving, I heard him say, "you're in for quite the time, kid." He laughed.

The elevator stopped and he tugged on my leash for me to move forward. I heard a door open and felt him latch my leash to a hook somewhere. He forced me to kneel where I was standing. He started scratching behind my ears like I was a puppy "Wait here for them to pick you up. Maybe your new Master will have me take you out when you need walkies to do your business" the man said. I heard him laugh as I heard him shut the door and walk away.

After five minutes, I heard a different door in front of me open. “Our delivery is here!" I heard Andy say. He unhooked my leash and tugged me forward. I felt Phil's hands unhook my blindfold and gag. The light of the apartment was blinding as I was finally able to see for the first time in about an hour.

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CHAPTER 5

I could see that I was in ABDUL's dining room. Ryan and Andy were seated and chatting as Ryan shuffled a deck of cards, and Andy opened a case of poker chips. Phil smiled as he set down the blindfold and gag. "Sorry about that," he said. "The guard was right, wouldn't want you freaking out or running off in this state. Probably the best that we kept you in check."

"Yeah, no worries," I responded. "Never done that before, but I didn't mind."

"The pre-cum did suggest that!" Ryan mused from the table. The three guys laughed raucously. I felt my cheeks burning. They weren't wrong - it was a foreign feeling, and I felt a rush during the whole experience, but I didn't hate it. I was turned on the entire time.

"Speaking of which," Abdul noted, "looks like you're leaking a bit again."

He looked down at the floor as pre-cum leaked out of my caged dick onto the floor. "Any chance you can clean that up? My hardwood floors are certainly cleaner than that gym floor." He was right, I suppose - I knelt down and licked up the pre-cum.

"Good boy!" Andy exclaimed.

I heard a toilet flush from a nearby door and Mike walked out, zipping up his pants. He smiled as he saw me. "John is here!"

I suddenly became very aware that I alone was naked, except for a dog collar and a chastity device. "Hey, Abdul," I started. "Any chance you have any clothes I can borrow while I'm here?"

Abdul started to respond, but Andy called out from the table, "everything Abdul has is going to be too big on you. Plus, just us guys, right?" The others nodded in agreement. "I suppose that's right," Abdul said. "Plus,

it isn't too cold in here, is it?" I shook my head.

"Then it's settled!" Mike concluded. "Come join us at the table!"

I started towards the table to take a seat, but Ryan interrupted: "Hold on, Abdul, these chairs are really nice, very expensive. Wouldn't want to ruin your purchase from your last bonus, would you? The boy's sweaty ass and balls wouldn't do great things to these chairs." The group laughed.

Abdul turned to me. "Is that OK? Perhaps you can just stand right next to this table?" I shrugged. "I don't mind, all I do is sit at a desk anyway." "Great," Abdul acknowledged.

The guys played a first game. Mike won that one. The guys groaned as they handed him their chips. "Great start, I need a beer now!" Mike proclaimed, as he stood up towards the kitchen. "No, I can grab it," I blurted out. "Really?" he asked. "I don't mind, plus, I'm already standing." "Thanks, John!" Mike gleamed as I turned to grab a beer from the kitchen.

As I fumbled through the fridge and looked for a bottle opener, I overheard the guys talking, apparently not realizing I was in earshot. "Is it just me, or is it kind of hot to have a naked guy waiting on you and and foot?" Abdul said. "Yeah, I agree," Andy responded. "It's kind of hot that he’s a small southern white boy, I wouldn't really feel comfortable with that but he obviously is."

Mike responded, "yeah, I hear you. One, it's like you have a naked colleague in the room, and two, white guys are hairier, bigger, and have bigger dicks. Doesn't feel right having them serve you, and usually I don't get turned on seeing guys like me naked."

Abdul added, "Being an Arab it seems kind of historically right to have a white guy serve me, you know? Especially a southern guy. A form of ancestral karma. He is smaller, docile, and smooth. Plus, no question who's the superior man - you can see it in the classic signs of masculinity - our body hair, our larger dicks, et cetera."

I knew I should feel demeaned, but all I could feel was my dick struggling against its cage at hearing all this. I walked back to the dining room.

I handed Mike his beer as the guys chatted. "It's nice to have someone grab stuff from the kitchen for you," Mike said, as the others laughed. "Yeah, kind of like having a white slave boy," Andy added. Those words startled me, but in a good way - and perhaps in a visible way. "Seems like he likes it," Ryan said, pointing at my dick. It must have jumped a bit when Andy called me a slave boy.

Abdul turned to me. "Sorry about that, we're not meaning to offend you or anything. We don't want to make you uncomfortable. Guys, stop." The guys all murmured apologies. "No, not at all," I responded. "I don't mind. I kind of like it. I guess I'm a little submissive, and I like, well, serving bigger masculine guys."

The guys all looked at each other. "Are you sure?" Abdul asked. "Yes," I responded. I am here to serve my masters." The four looked at each other and smiled.

"Well then," Abdul started. "For the rest of your time here, you'll call us all 'master.'" "And," Andy added, "we will call you 'boy,' 'slave,' or really whatever we want." The others nodded.

"You'll wear just that collar and that chastity device," Ryan continued. "Nothing you can do until Monday anyway; Jake has the keys, and the gym doesn't reopen until then." The others laughed.

"What about a wager, then?" Mike started, looking to the other guys. They began to talk as if I wasn't there. "Tonight's poker prize is a small southern slave boy for the weekend - sharing encouraged." The group laughed. I sheepishly stared at my feet in the background. This was going to be a long weekend, and I was more turned on than ever.

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CHAPTER 6

Part 6

As the night went on, the four masters played a competitive series of poker games. It turns out all of them were equally good - or equally bad, or lucky. As midnight approached, all four were in spitting distance of winning.

For the most part, I was sent back and forth from the kitchen to grab food and drink. The masters didn't even look me in the eye; they simply called out instructions, like "Boy, I need a beer," or "Slave, my martini is empty."

In one exciting episode, Master Andy decided that we should order a pizza. When the delivery guy rang the doorbell, Master Abdul directed me to grab the pizza at the door. "But I'm not wearing real clothes..." I started. "And you shouldn't be," Master Abdul cut me off. "Slaves do not protest when their masters instruct them to do something. Get the pizza, boy."

I gulped and walked to the door. Upon opening it, the delivery guy - a young white guy probably 18 years or so -looked at me with wide eyes. I handed him the cash and took the pizza. I realized Master Andy had forgotten the tip. "Excuse me," I said, "I need to grab the tip."

I walked back in and asked Master Abdul for the tip. He pulled out some cash, but a smile crossed his face. "I'll walk back with you, boy," he answered. He attached my leash to my collar and led me to the door.

Master Abdul handed the delivery guy the tip. He also handed the guy the leash. "Would you like to use our slave boy for 10 minutes? No permanent damage to the property, but you can use him for some fun." He gestured to a guest bedroom off to the side of the entryway. The delivery boy nodded. Master Abdul smiled. "Make him lock the door, wash up, and head back in when you're done."

The delivery boy pulled me in by the leash and pushed me down to my knees, swiftly and hard. "Unzip me, slave," he said in a harsh but hushed tone, nervous that he would disturb the audible party going on. I pulled

out a thick 7-inch cock, pale with a bright pink head. "Suck me off," he demanded. I choked as I slowly tried to get the whole thing down my throat. He grabbed my ears and fucked my mouth roughly for a few minutes.

I gagged and slobbered all the way through, until he shot his no load, emitting a moan. The moan was apparently a little louder than expected, as I heard the masters cheer from the other room.

The delivery guy smiled. "You better not let a drop spill out," he warned, as he buttoned his pants and walked out. I cleaned up and locked up as he left.

As I walked back to the room, Master Ryan said, "good job boy. Nice to know you have some oral skills." The group burst into raucous laughter. "Why don't you get us some more snacks and beer?" Master Mike commanded.

As I was getting together food and drink for the masters, I heard their conversation, and at multiple times felt my dick struggle against its cage:

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MASTER ABDUL: I could really get used to having a slave boy. Somewhere down my family line, we owned slaves. Something idyllic about that, even though it's not legal anymore.

MASTER MIKE: There is something natural about it. Seems natural that white men like us take charge. Plus, I can't help but notice that the slave looks more natural naked, locked, and collared.

MASTER ABDUL: He did take those things pretty well - almost like it was second nature to him.

MASTER ANDY: In a way we did him a favor, right? He seems to have taken well to it, and it does indeed seem like the natural scheme of things.

MASTER MIKE: So boys, what are your plans for the slave if you win tonight? All of us seem well poised to do so.

MASTER ANDY: My fiancé is away for a work trip, so I could really use a slave to take out my sexual frustrations. Truth be told, I'm getting a little hard thinking about it

(others laugh).

MASTER ANDY: I would just use all of his holes - I have only done anal once, and it was amazing, but my fiancée doesn't do it. So yeah, just tie him somewhere and fuck him every which way.

MASTER ABDUL: It's nice when you don't have to worry about consent.

MASTER RYAN: Well, slaves can't consent, right? That's the whole point about being a slave.

MASTER ANDY: Exactly. It's nice to worry just about your pleasure and not have to think about whether you're hurting someone else for a change.

MASTER MIKE: I take it you like doing it rough?

MASTER ANDY: Rougher than my fiancée would like

(others laugh).

MASTER PHIL: I, for one, am going back to my college to meet up with other members of the lacrosse team. I would love to offer them a slave boy for the overnight.

MASTER RYAN: That poor boy - he'll be destroyed by all of those players.

MASTER PHIL: Haha, probably. Some of those guys are twisted. I think one of them might fuck him in the ass with a lacrosse stick or something.

MASTER ANDY: Well that will be something - either a sex slave for me or a house slave for a bunch of lacrosse guys. What else - Mike, Ryan?

MASTER MIKE: I used to make performance art pieces with human elements, and had this idea for one called "Colonization." My idea was to have a man - be shackled in a cage with a bit in his mouth, a cage on his dick, and a dildo stuck up his ass. The dildo would be remote controlled, and viewers can change the settings in intensity. They could also reach through the cage and touch the man, grab his nipples, etc. Well, if I had a slave boy, I wouldn't need to convince anyone to do that.

MASTER ANDY: That does sound hot. If laws weren't laws, you could even sell the art to a wealthy buyer.

MASTER MIKE: Don't get me started; one of the downsides of performance art

(others laugh).

MASTER MIKE: Maybe things could change anyway. Ryan?

MASTER ABDUL: I'm more old school, I guess. I long for the days when we had slaves in the fields doing our work. I have a large farm here in rural Georgia; I would take the slave there and work in the fields. I do have other workers there; maybe they'll get some more ideas.

MASTER PHIL: Maybe - like they'll use the slave boy for his holes? Or realize they wouldn't mind also being naked slaves to a white master?

MASTER ABDUL:: The possibilities are endless!

(others laugh)

MASTER ABDUL: Perhaps even put a bridle on him and make him pull me around like a pony slave.

***

I was more turned on than before as I walked back in. "You've got an interesting future, boy," Master Andy said. "And it all depends on this final hand." I gulped.

As the game wound down, one of the masters dropped his cards, and won the wager.

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CHAPTER 7

They say “to the winner belongs the spoils.” Now I knew it was true.

I could hear people milling around me but I couldn't see them through the leather blindfold covering my eyes. I heard waiters passing around hors d'oeuvres and glasses of champagne while male voices murmured in the background.

"It's vulgar, isn't it? An attempt to shock the audience?"

"Is it? I think it almost feels at home, familiar. Like it was meant to be. This beautiful, slight, body chained, immobile, subject to whatever men want to do with it."

"I suppose so. I can pinch this dark nipple and he is powerless to do anything." I felt a sharp pinch on my left nipple and couldn't help myself; I flinched and winced, but the handcuffs and humbler around my legs and chained to the ground didn't let me go that far.

"Interesting you say," another voice said. "I see it as an artwork, an object. Yes, there is what looks like a human as a part of it, but the human has become part of the piece." I heard others murmur in the background in agreement. I felt my cock stiffen in the chastity cage.

"Look, it is leaking precum!" yet another voice said. "I think it feels at home in this position."

"Have you seen the interactive part yet?" I heard a familiar voice say. It was Master Phil. "No," responded another man, as I felt his rough hands touch my stomach. "I thought touching the artwork was interactive enough!" A group of men laughed nearby.

Just at that moment, I felt the dildo in my ass start to pulsate. I couldn't help myself as a moan escaped my throat - although it was muffled by the bit in my mouth. The audience heard the vibrating sound and I heard a few chuckles.

"There is a vibrator in the ass that can be controlled by the audience," Master Phil stated. "Interestingly, it's in another room of the gallery. You might have confused it for a thermostat or something, but if you look closely, it's labeled 'intensity' and goes from off to low to high. Part of the artist's messaging. Ah, here he comes now," I heard Phil say, as I heard footsteps. The group murmured and clapped.

"Thank you all for coming," I heard Master Mike say. "I heard Phil talking about the control in the other room. I think of it as a symbolizing white men's control over all bodies from a distant Western metropole, without them even knowing what is really going on."

"Powerful," I heard one man say. "Indeed - and both as symbolism, and as indicating the white male art patron's control over the art piece." Another responded.

"Is that why all of the patrons here, and even the staff, are white men?" Asked an inquisitive member. "Yes, that's right," Master Mike said.

"It also makes sense to me that you used a white human body. And one that is short, and not well endowed," stated another viewer. "It feels right that this human is part of the art piece, controlled by white men. A stronger, more muscular, taller, white man would not fit the bill." The comment garnered much agreement from other viewers.

"I'm glad the message came through," Master Mike said. "Now, please, enjoy yourselves, interact with the artwork." I heard applause as the crowd returned to chatting, eating and drinking, and playing with my body. I felt the vibrator start pulsing intensely. The pleasure was quite intense, and I felt my body sweating.

My sense of time was a little warped, but I knew it was Saturday – the day after the poker game. I had been there for several hours now. Before I was put into place, I was given a medication that kept me hydrated, and

preventing me from needing to use the bathroom for 48 hours. That would span the weekend - and the time Master Mike got to own me after winning.

"It's a beautiful piece," I heard a man say to Master Mike. "Are you looking to sell it?"

"You know, I hadn't thought about it," I heard Master Mike say, "but the offer sure is tempting."

"My name is David Andrews," the man said. "I'm a connoisseur of sorts in the colonial art space. Most of my collection is historical artifacts, but this would be a lovely addition to my gallery in the UK."

"Is it in London?" I heard Master Ryan say. "No," Mr. Andrews responded. "I don't think folks in London would go for this." I heard a small group of men laugh. "I have an estate in the country, members only, for men who appreciate art hearkening back to colonial days."

"How would you even ship the art?" I heard Master Andy ask. "Well," Mr. Andrews answered, "it would have to go through customs and I'd need to ship it either private or via one of the big shipping companies. And I would probably let the officials in charge have a little fun with the art

piece as a thank you."

"Interesting; I've never thought of being able to sell a performance art piece," I heard Master Mike say. "Well, yes, do you have the title to it? You can register any piece of art as property," I heard another man say. "I'm Brian Windgate," the man introduced himself. "I'd be interested in purchasing the piece for display in my private home. And I would use the human piece for my own pleasure use as well. It will be nice to have a human object I own legally."

"Now wait a minute," I heard Master Abdul say. "I'd like a chance to throw my hat in the ring; I do have quite a bit of money in my trust fund. I could still use a field slave."

"Isn't this getting a little out of hand?" I heard Master Andy whisper to Masters Phil and Mike. "I mean, didn't we only win John for the weekend?"

"I'm not sure he can do anything about it," Master Phil said. "Yeah, and by the looks of all that leaking pre-cum, he doesn't seem to mind," Master Mike said in jest. "Well, that or someone is really turning up the intensity." The three laughed.

And honestly? To me, it was a little of both. I wondered what would happen as I remained immobile, unable to see or speak, and incredibly turned on.

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CHAPTER 8

I could smell freshly cut grass in the air as I tugged the cart behind me. With blinders on, a bit in my mouth, and my cock locked, I could not see, but I could feel Master Abdul tug to tell me to change directions. Next to me, I could feel another man tugging the cart as well.

I should explain. Master Abdul did end up taking me after my stint as an art installation. The guys decided that it would be too risky to let me out of their group, just in case some of the other men at the art gallery got a little too creative. I was brought to Master Abdul’s expansive farm in North Georgia, where I met his three farm hands - Jose, a muscular 6 foot tall 30 year old single Mexican man with Native American blood: Pierre, a 6 foot

5 tall absolute tank of a man with dark black skin from Senegal; and

Karim, a hairy, 5 foot 10 recent immigrant from Syria.

The three men were surprised when I walked in wearing nothing but a collar and a chastity device. They weren't slaves, so Master Abdul simply told them I was a new addition to their work team to help prep the farm for an evening with Masters Andy, Phil, and Mike. They shrugged and we all went off to do chores around the field.

The men were curious and asked me why I would do something like this. I told them my story - which they all found funny - and how Master Abdul had won the right to own me that weekend.

"Do you like it?" Lupe inquired. "He seems to," Karim said, tapping my locked cock and noting my leaking dick after recounting my story.

"I was nervous at first," I said. "But Master Abdul and the other men just seemed so confident and like owning me felt natural." I smiled and noted the other men had grown significant bulges in their pants.

We continued to toil in the fields and the sun continued to rise in the sky. Soon, it was in the high 80s and everyone was sweating. Jose took off his shirt, revealing a smooth chest and a large tattoo on his right

pec. Soon, Karim and Pierre joined in. After a while, Pierre wondered aloud, "perhaps we should all strip? Would certainly save us having to wash all these clothes." The others agreed and soon we were all working

naked in the fields - with me of course wearing a collar and a lock on my cock.

About a half hour later, I heard Master Abdul calling out. "Hey! You can't all work naked here - what if someone catches you and you get in trouble for public indecency?"

"Sir, we were all just hot," Jose said. "Well, we have to cover you up a bit," Master Abdul said. "I have some collars and chastity device here if you wouldn't mind putting them on." The other guys looked at each other, but it looked like they had been thinking about it too.

Everyone else struggled to put the chastity devices, especially Pierre with his 11 inch thick monster, but Jose's 9 inch uncut cock and Karin's 8 inch circumcised dick also put up a fight. Everyone was clearly turned on and excited - sounds like it wasn't just my fantasy? After that, we all just started calling Master Abdul "sir" and "master" - it kind of felt right.

That evening, Master Andy noted that Master Abdul had somehow quadrupled his stable of slaves. The masters all laughed, as the four of us served drinks and served as footstools. Initially, it was just me who was stuck under the table sucking off each of the masters as they won games of poker. I went from Master Andy's 7 inch light pink uncut cock, to Master Phil's 8 inch thick dick, to Master Abdul 9 inches, to Master Mike's respectable 6 inch tan cock. I didn't think any of the other slaves to be interested in sexually servicing men, but they too joined in. It was especially humiliating to see Pierre service Master Mike, a man whose dick was literally half his size.

The word "stable" resonated with Master Phil, and there was a discussion of what Master Abdul could do with four slaves. In the end, the masters decided that Master Abdul could use two of us at a time as ponies, one as a house slave, and one as a sexual slave in the bedroom. "And perhaps I can loan them out to you once in a while," Master Abdul quipped.

That was about a month ago. I went back to the office that Monday, since Master Abdul knew I still had to finish my internship. But, the entire summer, I was to not wear an undershirt under my dress shirts, and to wear my chastity device at all times. I was also to stay at Master Abdul's farm with the other slaves on the weekend.

The rest of the slaves stayed permanent slaves; after all, they were previously just hired workers. But now, they lived in a stable during the summer and were owned by Master Abdul

As the summer ended, Master Abdul asked what I wanted to do after. "You'll get a return offer to join the firm, of course. But think about whether you've found something else you're more natural at."

I did get the return offer to return to the law firm.

I was hones with Master Abdul and he was honest and supportive of my needs,

With his guidance I was able I accepted the offer that was best for me.

The Offer Master Abdul made to me.

I am now Master Abdul’s legal Assistant. I live in his apartment as his “pet” slave during the week

Every Friday afternoon after work Master Abdul strips me, collars, me loads me into my dog carrier in the back of his car. Off we go to his farm where I eagerly get together with my fellow slave Jose, Karim, and Pierre

The four of us spend the entire weekend serving my legal associates Master Phil, Master Andy, Master Mike. And my life time master, Master Abdul.

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so I know lore wise, these AUs can be a little hard to keep up with. Here is a general idea of each one for you that I will keep linked on my pinned 👍 have fun

▸ Corruption Special ◂

Red in this au, was influenced to join team rocket at a young age in an attempt to become a strong trainer. He meets Green(m) after visiting his home town; which infuriates Red. And after connecting the dots and finding out Green is the grandson of Prof Oak who has a research center in town; he breaks into the lab and steals the pokedex and Bulbasaur so him and Green will be (what he sees) on equal footing next battle.

Over the course of this AU, Red starts to see team rocket through a different perspective and slowly starts to turn his back on the organization. As well as helping in it's downfall.

Once Yellow is brought onto the research team by Prof Oak, they are ambushed by a rocket grunt known as Blue(f); who steals the pokedex from Yellow. Yellow travels and trains under Green (and to a lesser extent Red) while they search for the grunt.

▸ Masked Special ◂

After the dexholder Yellow comes into contact with the pokemon Celebi briefly, their understanding and proof of the event is sent back to the johto branch Prof Elm. Unfortunately somehow this information reaches Pryce, who sends his student Silver out to steal the information package and bring it back. Silver fails to do so because of a local troublemaker - Gold. After Silver reports back, Pryce decides to take matters into his own hands. He tracks down Gold; and blackmails him via taking part of his family hostage, as well as threatening Gold's mom. Instead Gold will work under him, and help Pryce in his plan to catch Celebi.

Meanwhile Crystal, who was offered an internship at the johto labs; has had that opportunity temporarily revoked while the search for Gold is still active. She decides to take the dex anyway, and resolve the problem. She eventually comes face to face with the Masked Trainers; whom she looses to. But she unexpectedly finds Gold and Silver; who give her all the information she needs. Including the part where the two plan on stopping Pryce before he can reach his goal. She agrees to help, and proves herself worthy of being one of Pryce's pupils to help Gold and Silver carry out their betrayal.

▸ Lost Special ◂

Ruby moves to Hoenn, and not soon after meeting his rival Sapphire. The two place their bet, and set out soon after into the Hoenn region. This AU starts after the final chapter of the main plotline. The difference being; Sapphire and Ruby unfortunately fall under the control of the Blue & Red orbs they take away from Maxie and Archie during the battle against Groudon and Kyogre. The gym leaders of Hoenn have managed to seal the legendaries within Soot. City and evacuate the citizens from their homes. However they are all to aware of that Ruby and Sapphire are not only missing, but also possibly under the control of Groudon and Kyogre who definitely are planning on escaping somehow. Luckily Ruby's friend; Wally offers a hand in finding the two before they can do any harm. And alongside him, Emerald; a mysterious kid whom he met in Sky Pillar. Emerald seems to have a knack for communicating with Pokemon, which comes in use as the two set out to search for the missing Ruby and Sapphire.

▸ Legends Special ◂

atleast thus far ..

Dia, Pearl, Platinum; along with Cynthia and Cyrus are trapped within a space time distortion that sends the group back in time to ancient Hisuia. Dia is dropped near the diamond clan, and sustains head injury. Causing him to loose a good bit of his memory. Pearl is dropped in the snowy mountains, and found passed out in a blizzard by the pearl clan. Platinum is found by a beach near the Team Galaxy Headquarters, and taken in by the research team to help uncover the appearance of the space time distortion. Cynthia and Cyrus are no where to be seen (yet)

So yeah this is the basic idea for each AU thus far, hopefully I'll get to keep adding onto this. Thank you for reading 👋 take care have fun

PS I love getting asks for this AU, askbox is always open!

#pokespe #pokemon special #pksp #pokespe au #pokemon manga #maskedspe #corruptionspe #lostspe

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emiplayzmc · 1 year ago

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One random fact about each and every one of my Addisons because I CAN:

-Target (Main Pink, jewellery maker, Cyber Shoes manager, tea shop owner)'s fav Light World flowers are bleeding hearts and foxgloves.

-Sample (Main Blue, Cyber Shoes II customer service) has insomnia. Only in his worst mental states can he actually sleep, but only very lightly.

-Banner (Main Orange, fashion designer and caterer) has a borderline unhealthy obsession with making Victorian-era clothes specifically for themself to put on display in their own closet. They can count on one hand the amount of outfits they've actually worn of that time period.

-Broadcast (Main Yellow, news / shopping channel host. Their only host.) is aromantic. YIPPEE.

-Spam (Addispam, email-man and ever-changing intern) learned how to make cars in his spare time by himself before he made it big. He never had actually used them, though - just kept them in an unused alleyway and mix-n-matched them in his spare time between delivering emails and internships.

♤~♤

-Click (Banner's boyfriend, baker and party caterer, Pink) lives in an attic above his bakery. It's small, but it feels like home to them. It has a stained glass window overlooking a highway on the other side of Main Street.

-Vice (Sample's co-worker / girlfriend, Service's Trojan, cashier at Cyber Shoes II, Orange) breaks into Sample's apartment at night to raid his fridge / watch TV for a while. She doesn't know that Sample is awake every time she does this and just lets her get away with it (they live in the same complex). She loves the nights that he makes stuff with leftovers for dinner.

-Snap (Broadcast's co-worker and best friend, camera-man, Green)'s favourite drink is a Shirley Temple. They've never been a fan of alcohol.

♤~♤

-Gamble (Mobile and Clickbait's father, casino owner, Blue), despite being an online advertisement, doesn't know much about how to actually use the Internet beyond posting his casino ads. Mobile tries to help him learn by giving him social media accounts, but he's basically like a grandpa using Facebook.

-Mobile (Clickbait’s elder sister, mobile advertiser [mainly in gambling / lottery / casino apps] and casino bartender, Yellow) prefers to go by Cooper / Couper, or Coop / Coup, her middle name - a reference to Martin Cooper, inventor of the mobile phone.

-Clickbait (Mobile's younger brother and Click's Trojan, clickbait advertiser [mainly making Couper's ads more flashy and clickable], casino bartender, Cyber Shoes II supervisor, gossip columnist, Pink)'s only 'true' friend is a young Werewerewire named Amp that he met in the Dark Web.

-Service (Manager / owner of Cyber Shoes II, Orange) has tapped Vice, Clickbait, and Sample's phones to monitor their activity on their phones, much to their displeasure.

♤~♤

-Hanahaki (placeholder name, Purple)'s favourite flowers are lavender and wisteria vines.

-Patient 0 (placeholder name, Pink) is one of the oldest Addisons to exist and hates being one. Not like Spamton and Sample do with just 'being a Darkner in general,' but actively hates the Addison species, and has days where he wants to destroy his casing to be unrecognizable as one... unfortunately he has enough damage to his endoskeleton as is without uncovering his entire inner skeleton.

♤~♤

#deltarune #addisons #spamton #deltarune addisons #addison headcanons #addison ocs #need to make a lineup of all of my Addis soon tbh......#pink addison: target tourmaline #yellow addison: broadcast nikola #blue addison: sample james #orange addison: banner hestia #addispam

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chaaistained · 7 months ago

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🦌 & 🐇 for the fantasy ask game !!

tysm for the ask !! i already answered for 🐇 ≈ here’s the link .•° but i’ll answer for 🦌 !! includes multiple drs~

🦌 : DELICATE DEER . . . what fantasy media inspired your desired reality? does your desired reality follow the same rules as it? if not what are some of the changes you've made?

my ARROWVERSE DR — clearly inspired by the arrowverse franchise of tv shows on the cw , i grew up watching the flash and fell in love with grant gustin’s interpretation of barry allen ≈ i took a lot of liberties with this dr tho, obvs bcs of the evident downfall in quality and writing on all the shows, and the fact that there were just so many plot points and details that i didn’t fuck w lmfao. i’ve essentially done a whole rewrite of the arrowverse hence why i have a fic in the works but just to give a small sample of things that i’ve changed/updated/improved (in no great detail, mind you) ;

— oliver isn’t some regurgitation of bruce wayne/batman, he actually has a bit of that ollie queen personality (taken a lot of inspo from the beautiful justin hartley and his version of ollie from smallville which is another dr i wanna script for so . stay tuned) + no olicity .. oliver x laurel/dinah all the way .. not even sorry come at me

— iris isn’t massacred as a character and i’ve scripted that she goes through proper growth and development beyond “love interest” (also obvs bcs . i’m barry’s partner ..)

— as a result of this being a dr, crossovers are more common, don’t be surprised when i drop by starling city bcs felicity borrowed my old infiltration tech and forgot to return it

— not only does the arrowverse superhero cast exist but i introduce batman and superman as well as wonder woman, green lantern, aqua man, essentially creating a proper justice league like they tried to do before covid but i also include young justice, for the younger heroes like roy and thea, wally, jesse, and eventually dick, donna, artemis, kaldur - letting them have their own place and their own missions

for my MARAUDERS DR — it’s obvs based off of the harry potter franchise and the wizarding world, a HUGE part of my childhood and regardless of the controversies behind the creator (who i do not agree w obvs) i just cannot seem to let go of this franchise emotionally, it means too much to me . again, a lot of liberties were taken when scripting this but the marauders fandom seems familiar with taking liberties in their lore

— dumbledore wasn’t a total fool and actually stopped tom riddle before he became a global threat (meaning the main “conflict” of my dr - aside from the usual hubbub of school work and stress abt exams - is a mystery that i’m currently cooking up and brewing in my mental cauldron so be ready for the upcoming bottled potion)

— there’s multiple wizarding universities and schooling/education doesn’t simply end after 7th year, there’s apprenticeships, part time work, internships, and full time unis and colleges, travelling during post-schooling is encouraged as well so that witches and wizards can get a more advanced and enhanced understanding of magic as an extension of our soul and our being rather than just this tool that we harness, we learn the nuances of magic and wizardry through the eyes of different cultures and places

— hogsmeade has been upgraded, more shops and stalls and restaurants and there are specific stores and services offered that are catered towards hogwarts students, there’s just more . like, in general, and i’ve added other locations to the areas around hogwarts like a muggle village and a forest that interweaves between the field behind the shrieking shack and the road that leads to said muggle village, certain landmarks like a lake on the outskirts of hogsmeade, an abandoned water fountain that never spouts water no matter how much magic is used to fix it (there’s a story behind this) so yeah, just more

— i fix the relationship between sirius and regulus much sooner and given the lack of riddle and death eaters, the black family’s sick and twisted obsession with blood supremacy ends with this generation, from bella all the way to regulus, it ends here

[ask game link]

cuppa queries; order in — ask responses

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK #chaai chats ≈#by chaaistained #marauders dr #arrowverse dr #dc dr #hogwarts dr #hogwarts shifting #marauders shifting #arrowverse shifting #dc shifting #ask games xx #chaai meets — rrezshifts !!

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soft-girl-academia · 1 month ago

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Feelings Before Power - CHAPTER 2 (Kaizen)

All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Plus Sized WOC!Original Character

cross-posted to ao3 (locked for registered users only)

fic masterlist

chapter 1

fic tags: rated T for typical-to canon violence/medical issues/mental health; slow burn romance; "what if dadmight had a co-parent"

wc: 2.4k

fic summary: Hyde & Seek were at the top of their game before losing one made the other fall from grace.

Years later, Teddy Bernard sees her work at U.A. as a chance to start over- just as the Number One Hero plans to raise up his protégé. An unexpected reunion proves that nobody makes it in this industry alone, and some ghosts- and feelings- refuse to stay buried.

chapter summary: the first day of school is full of mixed emotions for all.

A/N: crazy that this thing is 1 week old already... looking forward to getting further into it!

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14 MONTHS LATER

At 39, Teddy didn’t think the first day of school would still give her such a rush. Yet as she rose with the sun to start her day, she felt as giddy as a First Year when she put on her costume.

It took some getting used to, but her new ensemble was full of improvements. Teddy adjusted the black sleeves on each forearm– much better than her old set, fitting like a second skin at the wrist. Her matching bodysuit was deceptively soft and easy to slip on, the only ornamentation being a thick orange stripe running the length of either side. The high collar protected the TENS-like patch she now placed at the back right side of her neck, letting her thick curls fall over both once it stuck. She secured a thin black mask over her eyes with a contented sigh: it was simple, but it was hers .

Her excitement grew as she stepped outside. Even from the wooded seclusion of her new home, Teddy could hear the early hustle and bustle of U.A.'s main campus. Getting to trade her apartment for a small residence on the property was more generous than she’d hoped for. She began her trek toward the school building, taking the long way around as a sort of pre-patrol lap.

Her first year working at U.A. had been colored by awkward moments and imposter syndrome. Being around so many ambitious students and their Pro Hero instructors made her role on security detail pale in comparison. Her position was announced as an experimental supplement to the school’s high-tech security system. Threats to campus were rare because U.A. was built like a fortress; even so, Principal Nezu had vouched for her and lauded the benefit of boots on the ground from the start.

"Hyde will help monitor our main campus for the foreseeable future,” he had declared during her first staff meeting. “While we have no reason to suspect an increase in external threats, we can never be too careful. She will also provide an excellent example to the students of a more mundane aspect of patrol, something they won’t experience until qualifying for internships."

Hyde. Being addressed by her Pro Hero name after setting it aside for so long had sent chills down her spine. Still, she’d held her face in stoic gratitude with her hands to her heart as she bowed to the gathered faculty: colleagues again, but in a much more humbling context.

If anyone had gossiped over the irony of her presence, they were kind enough to do it behind closed doors. If they knew the real reason her position was created, they were gracious enough to not mention it. Each day she had walked the tightrope of this rational deception, an end-justifying means she’d come to know as a pillar in Eraser Head’s teaching style.

A full school year had passed since then. The start of Spring Term was ripe with possibility. Like the students she’d watch over, she had a feeling this year held even more chances to move toward her goals. U.A. was the starting line for her, too.

The scenic route brought Teddy to the front of campus about five minutes before the first bell. As she neared the school entrance, she noticed a blur of green and yellow making its way up the path.

Is that...?

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"Hey, Sludge Kid!"

Midoriya kept running, his chest tight. Of course Bakugou would get recognized here: this place churned out Heroes, after all, and his old classmate was already ahead of the curve.

The rapid sound of approaching footsteps snapped him out of his thoughts. "I can't believe it's you!"

Midoriya stopped with a jolt, eyes widening with twofold recognition when he saw who was following him. "Wha– woah , Morphing Hero, Hyde?!"

Her eyes shone within her mask. "Recognize me even in the new gear, huh?" She gestured to her costume. "I’ve been here a year and some students still ask who I am."

"Are you kidding, of course I recognized you! You kept the same color scheme, but I see how there'd be some confusion since your former costume was more youthful and revealing–"

"Youthful?" Teddy lamented under her breath.

"Does this help your morphing abilities be more seamless? And what's it made out of that lets it change with your body? Surely advancements in textiles have only improved since your debut, and are your new wrist braces for Quirk regulation, or combat? And–"

Teddy threw her hands up. "Slow down, kid. It's hardly 8 in the morning." She beamed down at him with pride. “I just wanted to congratulate you. I’m glad someone like you got accepted to U.A.... we need all types of heroes to make things run.”

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, but he wiped them away as quickly as they formed. "T-thank you, Hyde! I... I didn't get here alone, so I have a lot of people counting on me to do my best."

"That's what I like to hear." She formed two fists at her front. "Let's both do our best, okay?"

"Right!" A bow at the waist punctuated his enthusiasm. Before he rushed off, he turned back around with a smile. "By the way– I'm Izuku Midoriya, Class 1-A!"

Teddy waved as she backed away. "Have a great first day, Midoriya!" Her pride swelled as she watched his yellow backpack scamper off through the front doors of the school.

Wait, 1-A ? That's the Hero Course…

Either he had impressed the entrance panel with some insane talents for a Quirkless kid, or puberty had hit him with the ultimate curveball. Either way, she made a mental note to keep an eye on him. Midoriya was bound to be in for a wild first term.

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Even after all these years, the first day of school still managed to give All Might the jitters.

He didn’t have a class for a while, but it was nonetheless nerve wracking to be back at his alma mater. Things were so different from his heyday. At least, he was different.

U.A.'s nontraditional approach to classes meant he could budget his time as the Symbol of Peace in front of the students. His colleagues knew about his injury and time limit, so it helped to drop the mask behind closed doors. But there was always something in their eyes when they addressed him in his true form. It didn't take long to recognize when someone's gaze– however briefly– fell to his gaunt cheeks or skeletal frame instead of maintaining eye contact. Flashes of confusion when he entered the room soon disappeared, but the breaths held upon his arrival could blow his true form away if released all at once.

If he could keep the mask on, he would.

Now, he poured over the staff directory to familiarize himself with his fellow teachers. He wasn't totally out of the loop, but some names stood out more than others. A chill ran through him when he saw that Shouta Aizawa was young Midoriya's homeroom teacher.

“Aizawa, huh?” He groaned. “Good luck, kid…”

It was hard to not worry, but he was just as new to this as his student was. Well, not quite– when he was his age, he at least had more people in his corner. Who would look out for the boy when his mentor hit his limit?

All Might sighed and flipped to the back of the directory. There were some faces he hadn't memorized yet, and he needed to distract himself from his growing concern for Midoriya.

“Hm? Now what are the odds…”

Concern turned to curiosity as he scanned the next profile:

Theodora Bernard

CODE NAME: Morphing Hero

Hyde

QUIRK: Temper [when angry, her body fat morphs into super-strengthened muscle]

ROLE: Campus Security [Conditional Licensure]

“Conditional Licensure”...?

He’d be ashamed to admit that these past few years, he hadn't followed many Heroes ranked so far beneath him. He wasn't intentionally ignorant; at minimum he tried to keep up with those he'd worked with before. Hyde had never been a solo act. So what brought her to U.A. on her own?

He'd have to investigate later, All Might decided as he reshelved the directory. For now, his anxiety over Midoriya's first class with Aizawa was impossible to ignore. It wouldn’t hurt to check in, would it? He flexed into his muscle form, banana yellow suit ballooning out to contain his extra mass.

Yeah, it’d be fine. He'd be subtle.

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“Izuku Midoriya, you cannot become a Hero with that power of yours.”

All Might listened from around the corner. He'd been so busy riding the high of Midoriya making it this far, he hadn't thought a roadblock like this would occur so early on his path. Getting the boy into U.A. was an impossible task, but they'd managed that. Mastering a multigenerational Quirk that could destroy him with one wrong move was another story. He hoped he wasn't steering the kid wrong; they didn't write teacher manuals about One For All.

Whether or not his teaching was adequate, Midoriya still knocked the ball toss out of the park. Concentrating his power into his finger left it broken but functional, and the potential All Might had seen was now glaringly obvious to everyone watching. It didn’t hurt that he looked pretty darn cool, too.

There were a few more tests indoors, and All Might waited to see how the class would wrap up. He was sure the boy powered through each trial, but Aizawa would have the final say.

“Are you going to be lurking around every corner from now on?”

All Might jumped at the voice. He turned to see Hyde leaning against the wall behind him, arms crossed and looking less than amused at his antics. He popped upright and beamed down at her.

“Hyde! Long time, no see.”

Her flat affect remained unchanged. “Right.” She walked up beside him, eyes on the empty field. “You’re not scheduled to teach until tomorrow, so you'll excuse my concern at seeing some man lurking in the shadows.”

He laughed, a booming sound that would have drawn attention if the class wasn’t still inside. “Of course, you’re just doing your job!” His yellow-clad form seemed to grow as he propped his hands on his hips. “Speaking of which, you’ll excuse my surprise at your being here, too. I never knew you to stay in one place so long. It’s been at least a year, hasn’t it?”

“It’s a job,” she said quickly. Her posture stiffened, jaw set straight ahead. “We don’t all have major Tokyo agencies to keep money in the bank.”

All Might started to speak, but Hyde was faster. “Looks like class is about to end.”

The bustle of students gathering at the edge of the field drew his attention back. “Ah, excuse me–”

Hyde watched as the towering hero returned to his less-than-subtle hiding spot. Her gaze softened when she saw the mop of green hair belonging to Midoriya. “1-A?” she asked, not bothering to hide herself as she drew closer.

All Might nodded, a rare moment of silence from him as they listened to the aftermath of the tests. A digital screen flashed in front of the students, listing the name and rank of each participant’s total score for the morning’s activities. Before they could react, their teacher revealed a shocking twist: he wasn’t going to expel anyone, after all.

“It was a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your Quirks,” Aizawa explained with a grin. The students had mixed reactions: while some shrugged it off, others were stunned into less than silence that made their audience grateful they weren’t in their shoes.

“I see he’s up to his usual tricks,” Hyde mused. They both wondered how Midoriya was doing– he looked like he was going to be sick.

“Aizawa, you big softie!” All Might turned his attention to 1-A’s teacher, who was walking back ahead of the class.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” Aizawa sized him up with tired eyes. “Did you really have nothing better to do today than keep others from their work?” Hyde shifted uncomfortably, eyes down.

All Might, however, leaned in with a knowing expression. “C’mon Eraser, this was unorthodox by your standards. Has the man that expelled an entire class of first-years changed so much over Spring Break? Even with a score like Midoriya’s?” He struck a dazzling pose, not caring that Hyde and Aizawa both cringed. “Something tells me you see potential in that kid, too.”

“I went the most logical route.” Aizawa pulled out a bottle of eye drops as he continued. “It’s a bit early in the year to be playing favorites, isn’t it?”

All Might sputtered as his colleague blinked, undeterred. “Midoriya doesn’t have zero potential. I’ll admit that much. If he did, I wouldn’t hesitate to cut him from the program.” Turning to go back to the main campus, he cut his eyes briefly at Hyde as he concluded. “There’s nothing crueler than letting a dream go on longer than it should.” With that, he left.

“I will never understand that guy,” All Might sighed. “But everyone’s kind in their own way, I guess.” He turned back to Hyde, whose stone-faced attitude seemed to have shifted with Eraser Head’s departure.

“I should get back to work,” she muttered as she stepped away.

“Of course!” All Might’s smile returned full-force. “Let's have tea one of these days, it really has been too long.”

“You can drop the act, All Might.”

There it was: that brief flash of color in her eyes he’d seen only once before. The coldness in her voice had felt incomplete without it, he realized.

“We don’t have to pretend we’re friends. You'll have enough on your plate without trying to humor me.” Red still muddied the green in her irises as she took a step back. “I’m here to work. So are you. Let’s just leave it at that.” She turned to leave, rubbing the inside of her wrist as she started back down the path.

“Theodora.”

All Might’s address hung in the air between them, stopping her in her tracks. He stepped closer, not caring that he spoke to her back. “I know we didn't leave on good terms back then. You and your partner–”

Red eyes glared back. “I have to get back to work…. colleague.”

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A/N: ty for reading <3 fingers crossed i can get chapter 3 out by next monday, but we shall see!!!

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