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wwriothesley · 4 months

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I have never tackled over the circumstances of Wriothesley's blindness, but after some brainstorming I think that I'm ready to pinpoint the time when it happened, how, and why.

Wriothesley was not born blind, but the blindness has been acquired in his early years of the Fortress's administration. Those who were present when it happened stay quiet, and simply looking at him and thinking about what he has done, about the price he has paid for all of them, ensures Wriothesley an infinite amount of respect from them.

I can pinpoint that the entire thing happened a year, perhaps two, after he became the administrator of the Fortress: during this time, Wriothesley had started to turn Meropide into a much better place, slowly cancelling out the tyranny of the previous administrator, the one who fled when the day of their duel approached. He was putting ideas and projects in motion, gaining a lot of traction between the inmates, who saw the changes and happily adapted to it- finally, they were starting to have a meal a day, and working in much better conditions and with a newly found motivation. The place was looking more like a rehabilitation center, and less like an actual, terrible prison.

However, there were some, namely a lot of people, that took the period of adaptivity as an occasion to mutiny.

Of course that reached Wriothesley's ears. For him, people talking about trying to evade from an high security fortress underwater was a funny idea, and they could have tried that and failed miserably.

The way to handle this, however, was another matter entirely.

He could have acted immediately, while plans were still being made and ideas were being thrown around without any action behind it. This would have shut down the rebellion, but at the cost of the other inmates seeing him as a tyrant- one so wrapped up in willingness to keep control over everything that he couldn't even tolerate some rumors being thrown around. No- this approach was too forward, and his budding reputation as an administrator would have been affected. And he wouldn't have cared, if that wouldn't have meant a possible resistance to his efforts and plans to make the Fortress better. Plus, the spread of inmates willing to escape was big- and covered plenty of zones of the Fortress, from the warehouses to the pipes maintenance crew.

Wriothesley was threading on thin ice, careful of the cracks forming and the freezing waters beneath him. He would have allowed the to-be runaways to keep going, see how far they were willing to go while keeping all of this hush-hush under his nose. When a person believes themselves invincible and smarter, they're bound to make mistakes- that's when he planned to get them.

However, the situation changed once Wolsey gained a new assistant in his kitchen.

The 'assistant' in question was one of the inmates willing to escape, and Wriothesley's informant came running to report to him about a plan that the riotous inmates had concocted at his expenses.

They wanted to poison him, and take over the Fortress as an addictional fuck you to the new management.

Somehow, hidden in a stash of supplies coming from the surface, the rebelling inmates had managed to snuck in an hefty dose of methanol- an organic chemical compound that smelled pungently sweet- just perfect to pour into his evening tea, prepared to him in the kitchens.

The idea of being poisoned didn't put Wriothesley in alarm- it was the fact that, as easily as they were planning to poison him, other bystanders in this plan could have had their food and drinks tampered with as a result of his actions.

He couldn't remove the newly-hired inmate working in the kitchen without a proper reason. Her conduct had been spotless up until now, not a complain from Wolsey either. Removing her anyway would have absolutely alerted the herd that Wriothesley knew of their plans, and thus could have led to mass poisoning as another method to divert attention from their escape. He couldn't make any rash decisions, for the inmate's safety was now in his hands.

And there was only a thing to do not to alert them.

He had Sigewinne start studying the composition for an antidote- a simple solution of ethylic alcohol and bicarbonate was made by her in a matter of days, and a vial of it was sneakily put into his pocket next time he visited the infirmary. After this, he asked her to keep studying, just in case, to make a stronger antidote to possible mass-poisoning.

With the solution on his person now, and a stronger remedy on the way, Wriothesley could accelerate things.

Not sooner than two days later, a message written by the administrator himself informed the inmates that repairs were going to be made to some old, broken-down zones of the Fortress. He spread the repairs wide- both to some of the escape routes that the groups would have used for their grand escape, and both some really, really run-down zones that desperately needed it- the rest of the message, however, adviced the population of Meropide to be patient for the slowness of the repairs, due to the state of some zones.

In that way, the to-be escape artists felt just the slightest amount of pressure, with the possibility of the accommodations for their future jailbreak being discovered and reported- but not so much that they had to take immediate action. It would have been suspicious to protest a common maintenance. There was a sudden, slow-burning fire under them, and they acted exactly as Wriothesley predicted:

Three days later, he was served the poisoned tea.

He would have commended them for the effort- his evening, soothing tea smelled normally, with his usual milk and sugar. If he didn't knew, there would have been nothing notifying him of something off. The cook assistant even made sure to stir it for him, handing the fine porcelain cup to him with a smile, and blushing bashfully as Wriothesley nodded and thanked her for knowing his tastes, with one of his charming smiles.

( Sigewinne had warned him: while the antidote would have stopped most of the terrible effects of the methanol- the damage to the optic nerve would have been quick. Quick, and irreversible. Not even she could have done something about it-

And he accepted the price. Those eyes of his had seen plenty of things, in his life- in a way, he was tired of witnessing, of seeing. And, he deemed a sense of his a fair price to protect the other inmates, the ones who no longer struggled to survive in Meropide after he brought changes, the ones who looked up to him. It was a fair price to pay, to keep his home safe. )

He drank every last drop of the tea, with the assistant excusing herself about halfway through his cup, an excited light in her eyes.

As soon as his cup was finished, Wriothesley uncorked the vial, and drank the antidote slowly- sip after sip. For a moment, as the pains began, he allowed himself to lay his head on his desk, closing his eyes as he rode out the breath taking pain of knives digging into his abdomen-

-and quickly stopped thanks to the antidote, the discomfort minimal.

When he could lift his head again, Wriothesley no longer saw anything but darkness.

And he had never been afraid of it- not even now.

With an headache forming behind his eyes, and the nausea settling down, Sigewinne made sure to give him a double vial of the antidote for any unwanted side-pains before sending him off.

And then, in the next few minutes, Wriothesley seized the jailbreak by the throat.

The groups who were split in six, heading down their planned escape routes, found that the administrator had lied- the repairs hadn't been slow- the repairs had been traps, with some of his most trusted men pulling up a giant tap of flat wood that went unnoticed until it was brought up to close on their route to the surface- and another tap to seal them inside the giant pipe leading them outside- trapped, and at the mercy of Wriothesley, a person that they believed they had killed-

-only for the taps trapping them to be lowered, a group of guards escorting them back to the open areas of the Fortress, and a pale but otherwise fine administrator smirking at them, very much alive and, seemingly, unharmed.

He praised them for their attempts and plans, and told them that they'd be justly punished- not for their attempted escape, but for the risk and unpredictability that could have led to the poisoning of inmates. They had tried to feel powerful, to become a threat- and so, as a threat they would be treated.

Wriothesley remembered their faces clear as crystal- he didn't needed his sight to feel the stench of fear wafting off them. Not a single person protested- not a single person challenged him in his decision.

They had been defeated, and led away quiet and meekly. Nobody ever heard of them again- and nobody asked about them, either.

To this day, he treats the entire ordeal as an afterthought. For him, protecting the Fortress and his people was something that was worth giving up something important for him- a piece of himself given to the Fortress, a feat that gained them the endless respect of everyone involved, once they saw how far he was willing to go to protect all of them.

The rehabilitation didn't took long, either- Wriothesley is an intuitive man, and Meropide was always his home. He knows every twist, every turn, every passage of the Fortress like the back of his hand, so much so that sight is not a necessity.

It's his duty to protect his home, and he will always abide by it.

( However, after this, his tea was no longer prepared in the kitchens and brought up to his office- he took up brewing it himself. Call it a picked up hobby, or call it a safety measure... )

#( OOC. ) ━ smoke break; oh. and a cup of fine tea too.#( HEADCANONS. ) ━ into the CERBERUS dossier.#long post ;;#WHEW. I FINALLY TACKLED THIS. FUCK #that got long but i managed to look up enough sources to determine how things went #YIPEE #ask to tag ;;

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bulletfestival · 7 months

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Help Unwanted (pt. 1)

I never was the lucky kind of rabbit.

That's not to say I have it worse off than anyone else or I need anyone's sympathy. When pranks and mayhem are a universal constant where you live, you get used to regularly finding yourself as the butt of a joke and eventually learn to laugh along with it, even if it's at your own expense.

So I rarely minded the fact that I would find myself in this position more than the other Inabas due to my unlucky streak. This is just to say I was used to being on the receiving end of zany high jinks, and had the ability to easily shrug, laugh it off and forget it by the next day.

But never had I been faced with hostility intense enough to break the rose-colored glasses I always viewed even my worst bouts of misfortune through.

July 17, Year 127 (11 years ago)

The golden sun beamed down upon me as though its shine were directly proportional to my own mood. I dashed into the mansion once my daily chores were finished, continuing my sprint through the lengthy hall until I reached my room. Today I planned to work independently of my leader for the first time by looking for odd jobs at the village.

The notion of helping someone else could be considered a reward in itself, but I cared more about the potential monetary gain, as selfish as that might sound.

Anyway, with no more chores binding me to Eientei that day, it was time to prepare for my day at the Human Village. I couldn't just waltz in as I was, though; from what I'd heard, youkai weren't particularly welcome unless they had certain credentials marking them as trustworthy--like Reisen for example--which I obviously didn't. I needed to blend in if I didn't want to be immediately shooed off.

I planned in advance for that: a month ago I had snagged one of Reisen's work kimonos while it was hanging out to dry. Fortunately, I don't think anyone saw me, so they must have assumed it got blown away by the wind. Still, it was too long for me since I was only 4'6", but that problem was fixed by snipping the excess fabric and then sewing the end part back on, repeating this process for the sleeves.

The parts I had tampered with looked unusually wrinkled at the edges due to my inexperience with alteration, but I didn't think anyone would notice unless they squinted really hard. As for the problem of my ears, I used the leftover fabric to craft a bandana to put over my head and tuck my ears inside of that. They bulged through the fabric a little, but it didn't look too inconspicuous.

I didn't want to rouse suspicion by wearing it at Eientei where the other rabbits could see me wearing the stolen kimono, so I stuffed the disguise into my pocket and headed out through the forest, stopping to change behind a tree once I was close to my destination.

As I pulled both corners of my bandana together into a knot, I could feel the influx of anxiety beginning to well up inside of me. I couldn't help it; it felt like I was about to take the first step on an another planet--a place that a youkai like me wasn't supposed to be in--but that fact added a certain thrill that drove me to keep walking forward.

My eyes locked at the struggle that was repeatedly making one foot step in front of the other, directing my focus towards that than the voice telling me to chicken out while I still could. My own will ultimately triumphed with my first official step on village grounds.

I looked ahead to be rewarded with the lively atmosphere of the village. It was almost like the bustle of home, but more "advanced", for lack of a better term. Drinking buddies chatting at their favorite booths, customers lining up to purchase handmade goods, kids swarming out from a school to enjoy today's free time, Reisen in her medicine seller getup enticing a customer with her wares--

--Wait a second, that wasn't good.

It somehow slipped my mind that she was going to be here. She hadn't looked in my direction yet, but how was I going to get past her unnoticed? I didn't get much time to contemplate this, and had to act immediately; her head was already turning, and it felt as though time slowed to a crawl as apocalyptic scenarios of an angry Reisen dragging me back home ran through my mind.

Acting faster than I ever had in my entire life, I pulled an old newspaper from my pocket, buried my face in it and blended in with the nearest villager I saw, walking side by side so that their body was blocking her view of me.

The person was obviously disturbed by my invasive behavior, but I just kept walking next to them. While I did, I swore I heard Reisen's voice, but I didn't know if it was directed at me or the customer she had been talking to, nor did I know what it was she said. Either way, I ignored her and kept going until I was in the clear, splitting paths with the person I was bothering at that point, who seemed quite relieved that I did.

I backed against the wall, holding my chest as I released the breath I had been holding. I calmed down with the knowledge that she likely didn't notice me, and whatever suspicions she may have had probably weren't strong enough to pursue me. Letting the relief sink in, I looked ahead to the stretch of houses before me and the business opportunities that lied within.

With a big, friendly smile plastered on my face I went door to door asking if anyone needed any work done for pay relative to the effort required. My first few visits were either ignored, scoffed at, or refused right out the gate because I looked too young to be trusted with any kind of task. It was at this point I understood I wouldn't get anywhere unless I stretched the truth a little.

I knocked at the next door, crafting a story in my head while I waited for the approaching footsteps to open up. No one trusted a little kid like me with to handle a task for them, so it was necessary.

A fit but otherwise average-looking man answered the door.

"Hey, kid--is there something you need?" he asked me.

"Good afternoon, mister! I've been going door to door seeking work--are there any tasks around the house you might need taken care of?"

I spoke this way, thinking it made me sound mature and reliable.

The man hummed in thought and closed his eyes for a moment before giving the disappointing response, "Hmm, well, all I can think of is a small roof leak I need to take care of... but that's not really suitable work for a child. Sorry."

I didn't want to be turned down again, so I reached into the crack just before he could fully close the door on me and pulled it back open while saying, "wait wait wait, just listen!"

He was visibly confused, but seemed willing to hear me out.

"I can handle that, actually! See, I come from a family of talented carpenters--we take care of stuff much more complicated than roof repairs all the time; I could definitely do it for you!"

That lie was delivered confidently because with enough stretching of the imagination, one could say digging pitfalls and engineering various other traps counted as a form of carpentry.

"...Is that so?"

These words carried a hint of doubt.

"How old are you now?"

Obviously I had to lie again; he made it clear just a moment ago that he couldn't trust someone too young for the job, but with my short height, there's no way he would believe me if I gave him a high number.

"...Twelve. Twelve and a half. I'm... not that tall yet though. So anyway, how about it? You think I can help?"

The obvious shame in my tone as I brought up my height must have convinced him I was being truthful. His lips curled into an apologetic smile as he lightly patted my shoulder.

"Aha... Hey, it's okay, my wife was a late bloomer too. All right, sure. I suppose it's good to let a kid show their independence once in a while. You say you have experience this kind of thing, yeah? Here, I'll fetch you the repair kit, just wait out here a minute."

Thanks to sympathy weakening his judgment, I was in! I was so elated that I, of all people forgot to ask about payment while we were discussing what I was supposed to do. I'd do the job regardless; I trusted him enough to believe he would pay me after my work was done, even if I hadn't asked yet.

Oh, and he did ask me what my name was. I didn't want to give that information away, so I told him it was Marie.

Several minutes later, I found myself on his roof with a repair kit on hand. The gist of my task was this: replace any bad shingles I find, tell him if the wood has been rotting anywhere. Easy, right?

I spent a little over an hour simply replacing some as I had been instructed. A little complicated at first, but once I got the hang of it, it felt so simple as to be mind-numbing. But rather than boredom, I felt a growing sense of confidence in what I was doing. I felt a definite self-esteem boost knowing I was doing something right for once, and eagerly awaited the praise and reward that would subsequently come for it.

I had finished patching up a bunch of bad shingles, and fortunately I hadn't spotted any rotted wood under any of them. With the heavy box of replacements in tow, I tramped up the incline a little more. With my last two steps, the wood beneath me felt soft and unfirm. Dread pierced my heart as I realized what I was standing on, and before I knew it, I was lying on the floor in pain after falling through the roof.

The faling debris and dull thud of my body alerted two people to come rushing in with rapid footsteps. My vision was blurred from my head hitting the floor, and the first sight when my eyes could finally resolve the image was some kind of lucky cat ornament broken in half next to me, which apparently fell from the shelf nearby. I was scared how they would react to that, so I hid it behind my back as I sat against the wall.

The man and a woman I assumed was his wife arrived just then, the former grabbing my shoulders and asking if I was all right. Suddenly, his eyes grew large and I could see the concern evaporate from his features, with something that looked like a mix of fear and contempt taking its place.

"It's--it's a youkai!" he shouted while backing up. It was then I realized my bandana must have been snagged and ripped on some wood during my fall. The woman acted with similar fear, and I didn't know what to do other than stare with my mouth agape, trying to form a coherent thought from the stuttering that escaped me.

"What are you hiding behind your back?" he began to pressure me. His wife seemed a little more reasonable, trying to hold him back and offer him some words of reason. That maybe I wasn't the malicious kind despite my mistake. Still, he escaped her hold and I was grabbed by him in turn, tossing me aside to find the broken ornament.

"Oh my God, my mother's Lucky Cat..."

The sorrow in his tone is immediately overtaken by fury when he looks back at me, pulling me up by the collar to get a closer look at the daggers in his eyes.

"That was a gift from my mother! Were you trying to steal it, you sniveling damn rabbit?!"

"I-I didn't..."

"You didn't what?! You didn't think I would find out? You think you can just give me those crocodile tears and I'll forgive you for trying to steal from me?!

I looked at his wife who was standing behind him. My expression begged for any sympathy she could spare, like the kind she had demonstrated just a moment ago. All I could gleam from her in return was disappointment as though she were leaning toward her husband's side of the story.

And something inside of me snapped.

As a rabbit, I wasn't the strongest of youkai, but I could still easily outmuscle a human like the one grappling me then. I harshly shoved him off me, forcing him to to stumble into the wall, eliciting a gasp from the wife who quickly ran over to check on him while I ran out the door.

I realized how tired I was of the humiliation I near constantly felt. This was something I couldn't laugh off--even if I could, I didn't want to. I didn't want to be on the receiving end anymore. I felt more hate than I had ever felt in my life for that married couple for thinking they know everything about me all because of my race and a little screw up of mine.

While I ran, I held the newspaper from earlier down over my head like a hood to hide my features as I choked back my sobs. I think Reisen saw my white hair through the newspaper this time and could have recognized me through that, but I was too upset to care. I swore that as soon as I got out of there, things would change. It wouldn't be me who would look back on this event with shame and regret. Not this time. It would be THEM. If they thought that mistake was an act of malice, they were wrong.

Tomorrow, they would see what it really looks like when I'm being malicious.

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imxthexhandler · 1 year

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Clint: "I'm going to hijack a helicopter and airlift two dozen dogs out of this house on 43rd Street that isn't taking care of them. Their illegal stuff should negate my illegal stuff, right???"

Nat: "I'm kind of worried about the number of agents looking at my butt these days. It's not that I care that their attention is on it but they're willing to get caught looking... am I less scary than I used to be? Should I intimidate them more?"

Steve: "You don't need to dramatically rescue me or anything, but if you could call me in half an hour so that I have an excuse to get out of the meeting with that senator, that would be fantastic."

Tony: "What do you mean SHIELD doesn't need hovercrafts? Everyone needs hovercrafts in their life."

( @bokketo)

YOU HAVE FOUR NEW VOICE MESSAGES.

Amelia held in a sigh. For the past two-and-a-half hours, she'd been stuck going over the Avengers' expense reports for S.H.I.E.L.D. related missions, and it'd been a headache.

She hadn't even had a chance to eat breakfast yet, and it was near one in the afternoon. What started as a dull ache at her temple now felt like a sharp icicle stabbing her through her left eye.

Now, she was back in her office, her coffee cold, and four new messages on her phone.

"Okay, might as well get started..." she mumbled and sighed before hitting play and putting it on speaker while she worked the Keurig she had in her office.

She almost dropped her mug when she heard Barton's message, spinning around and marching back to her desk where her phone laid, yelling at it, "Are you kidding me?"

She wasn't even gone for a whole day! How did this happen?

She picked up her office phone, already dialing Clint's cell number when Natasha's message played.

At that point, Amelia sighed. Oh great. Now, she was going to have to rein in Nat before she terrorized the new recruits into quitting.

"What next?" she grumbled.

Of course, she had to ask.

"Captain?" she whined before groaning. "Jesus, please tell me he didn't go on a lecture that's being shared on YouTube..." she mumbled under her breath, getting more exasperated and frustrated as her call to the infamous Hawkeye went to the voicemail.

"Damnit, Barton," she growled, dialing again. If that archer just thought he could ignore her and she'd go away!...

...And then Tony mentioned the hovercrafts.

Oh no. What did that mean? What was he planning?

AND WHY THE FRAK WAS CLINT NOT ANSWERING HIS PHONE?!

She was debating whether or not to try him for a third time, call to try and see if she could get Steve to calmly leave the meeting, tell Nat to rein it in and not scare the newbies too badly, or if she needed to call Tony to tell him to stop ordering things on the S.H.I.E.L.D. expense account or tamper with S.H.I.E.L.D. property and technology to develop new 'toys', when her office phone rang this time.

"Davidson," she answered.

"Hi, Agent Davidson. The Deputy Director has requested you to meet her at her office. Immediately," came the smooth voice of Maria Hill's secretary.

She gritted her teeth, forcing a smile as she replied politely, "Yes, ma'am, I'll be right there." She hung up the call, almost screaming in frustration.

"...I have not had enough coffee for this..." she mumbled under her breath then sighed again.

"Well...better get back to work..."

#bokketo #Clint muse #Nat muse #Steve muse #Tony muse #voicemails #(OMG I loved this thank you!)#(long post)#damnit Barton do your paper-queue

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banyan-texas · 4 months

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The Risks of Fentanyl-Laced Xanax

The adulteration of Xanax with fentanyl is a concerning trend that has surfaced in the world of illegal narcotics in recent years. This deadly combination poses a significant threat to those who unsuspectingly consume these pills, as fentanyl is an extraordinarily potent opioid, and even minuscule amounts can lead to life-threatening consequences. It is essential to understand why this mixture is so dangerous and be aware of any possible negative impacts to safeguard our communities and ourselves.

Examining the motivations behind the decision to distribute Xanax laced with fentanyl, the serious dangers connected to this deadly combination, and the critical requirement for increased awareness is crucial.

Why Would Someone Put Fentanyl in Xanax?

There are several reasons why someone would combine fentanyl and Xanax, but none of them have anything to do with selflessness or public safety. Profits for the manufacturers and sellers of illegal drugs are a major factor. They may extend their supply and boost their earnings by substituting fentanyl for Xanax because it is far less expensive to produce than other opioids.

Furthermore, benzodiazepines like Xanax may have a stronger and more addictive effect when taken with fentanyl, an extraordinarily potent opioid. This product may be appealing to consumers seeking intense or instantaneous effects from their substance use due to its increased potency, which may draw users looking for a stronger high.

The urge to take advantage of or mislead susceptible customers can be another motivator for lacing drugs. Some consumers may think they are taking a healthy dosage of a regularly prescribed medicine and be unaware that their Xanax has been tampered with fentanyl. This deception may cause users to experience dangerously heightened effects, such as an increased risk of overdosing and death.

This is concerning because, due to its ingredients and effects on the body, fentanyl is stronger than other opioids, and even small quantities can be fatal. The main reasons Xanax contains fentanyl are potency, profit, and, unfortunately, a disregard for the health and safety of anyone who may use these drugs.

What Are the Side Effects of Fentanyl-Laced Pills?

When it comes to Xanax laced with fentanyl, understanding the potential side effects is crucial for safeguarding one's health and well-being. The combination of these two potent substances can lead to a range of dangerous symptoms, many of which can be life-threatening. It's imperative to be aware of these signs to seek immediate medical attention if they arise.

Side effects of fentanyl-laced Xanax include:

Severe respiratory depression

Profound sedation

Dizziness or lightheadedness

Confusion and disorientation

Slurred speech

Muscle weakness or loss of coordination

Pinpoint pupils (extremely constricted)

Nausea and vomiting

Unconsciousness or coma

Extreme fatigue or lethargy

Cardiac complications (irregular heartbeat, lowered blood pressure)

Experiencing any of these symptoms after swallowing a tablet thought to be laced with fentanyl is an urgent medical emergency. The risk of an overdose, which can be lethal, is greatly increased when Xanax and fentanyl are used together. Swift action, such as phoning for medical aid or going to an emergency room, is paramount in such cases. Additionally, it's vital to educate others about these potential negative effects to improve awareness and potentially save lives.

#xanax #fentanyl #drug rehab

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healthkenya7 · 9 months

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INNOVATIONS IN E-COMMERCE AND DIGITAL PAYMENTS

Innovations in e-commerce and digital payments have significantly transformed the way we shop and conduct financial transactions. These innovations have not only enhanced user convenience but also opened up new avenues for businesses to reach and engage customers. Let's delve into some of the key innovations in both e-commerce and digital payments:

E-commerce Innovations:

Mobile Commerce (M-Commerce): The rise of smartphones has led to a surge in mobile shopping. E-commerce platforms have adapted to mobile devices by developing user-friendly mobile apps and responsive websites, enabling customers to shop on the go.

Personalization and AI: Advanced artificial intelligence and machine learning algorithms are used to analyze user behavior, preferences, and purchase history. This data is then used to offer personalized product recommendations, tailored shopping experiences, and targeted marketing campaigns.

Augmented Reality (AR) and Virtual Reality (VR): AR and VR technologies are being integrated into e-commerce platforms to provide immersive shopping experiences. Customers can virtually try on clothes, visualize furniture in their homes, or even explore properties through virtual tours before making a purchase.

Voice Commerce: Voice-enabled devices like smart speakers have given rise to voice commerce. Customers can now place orders, search for products, and receive personalized recommendations using voice commands.

Subscription Models: Many e-commerce businesses have adopted subscription models, where customers pay a recurring fee to receive products or services regularly. This has gained popularity in industries like beauty, fashion, and food delivery.

Social Commerce: Social media platforms are increasingly becoming shopping destinations. Users can discover and purchase products directly within platforms like Instagram, Facebook, and Pinterest, blurring the lines between social interaction and shopping.

Digital Payments Innovations:

Mobile Wallets: Mobile wallet apps like Apple Pay, Google Pay, and Samsung Pay allow users to store their credit/debit card information securely and make payments using their smartphones. These apps also often support contactless payments through NFC technology.

Cryptocurrencies and Blockchain: Digital currencies like Bitcoin and Ethereum have introduced the concept of decentralized and secure transactions. Blockchain technology, which underlies many cryptocurrencies, ensures transparency and tamper-proof record-keeping in financial transactions.

QR Code Payments: QR codes have become a popular way to facilitate payments. Customers can scan QR codes displayed at merchant locations using their mobile phones to initiate payments directly from their digital wallets.

Biometric Authentication: Biometric features like fingerprint scanning and facial recognition have enhanced the security of digital payments. They provide a convenient and secure way for users to authorize transactions.

Peer-to-Peer (P2P) Payments: P2P payment apps like Venmo, PayPal, and Zelle enable users to send money to friends and family instantly. These apps have transformed the way people split bills, repay debts, and share expenses.

Contactless Payments: Near Field Communication (NFC) technology has enabled contactless payments using cards or smartphones. This method is faster and more convenient, as it eliminates the need to physically insert cards or enter PINs.

IoT-enabled Payments: The Internet of Things (IoT) has paved the way for connected devices to facilitate payments. Smart devices like refrigerators and cars can make autonomous purchases, such as restocking groceries or paying for tolls.

Instant Payments: Real-time payment systems like the Faster Payments System and the Single Euro Payments Area Instant Credit Transfer (SCT Inst) in Europe enable immediate money transfers, providing quicker settlement and improved cash flow.

Mr. Jayesh Saini, “The continuous advancements in e-commerce and digital payments have revolutionized the way we shop and manage our financial transactions. These innovations have brought greater convenience, personalization, security, and efficiency to both consumers and businesses, shaping the future of commerce in a digital world.”

#jayeshsaini #healthcare #LifeCareHospitals #Kenya #NHIF #NPS #TSC

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healthwisekenya · 9 months

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INNOVATIONS IN E-COMMERCE AND DIGITAL PAYMENTS

Innovations in e-commerce and digital payments have significantly transformed the way we shop

and conduct financial transactions. These innovations have not only enhanced user convenience

but also opened up new avenues for businesses to reach and engage customers. Let's delve into

some of the key innovations in both e-commerce and digital payments:

E-commerce Innovations:

1. Mobile Commerce (M-Commerce): The rise of smartphones has led to a surge in mobile

shopping. E-commerce platforms have adapted to mobile devices by developing userfriendly mobile apps and responsive websites, enabling customers to shop on the go.

2. Personalization and AI: Advanced artificial intelligence and machine learning algorithms

are used to analyze user behavior, preferences, and purchase history. This data is then

used to offer personalized product recommendations, tailored shopping experiences, and

targeted marketing campaigns.

3. Augmented Reality (AR) and Virtual Reality (VR): AR and VR technologies are being

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destinations. Users can discover and purchase products directly within platforms like

Instagram, Facebook, and Pinterest, blurring the lines between social interaction and

shopping.

Digital Payments Innovations:

1. Mobile Wallets: Mobile wallet apps like Apple Pay, Google Pay, and Samsung Pay allow

users to store their credit/debit card information securely and make payments using their

smartphones. These apps also often support contactless payments through NFC

technology.

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which underlies many cryptocurrencies, ensures transparency and tamper-proof recordkeeping in financial transactions.

3. QR Code Payments: QR codes have become a popular way to facilitate payments.

Customers can scan QR codes displayed at merchant locations using their mobile phones

to initiate payments directly from their digital wallets.

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recognition have enhanced the security of digital payments. They provide a convenient

and secure way for users to authorize transactions.

5. Peer-to-Peer (P2P) Payments: P2P payment apps like Venmo, PayPal, and Zelle enable

users to send money to friends and family instantly. These apps have transformed the

way people split bills, repay debts, and share expenses.

6. Contactless Payments: Near Field Communication (NFC) technology has enabled

contactless payments using cards or smartphones. This method is faster and more

convenient, as it eliminates the need to physically insert cards or enter PINs.

7. IoT-enabled Payments: The Internet of Things (IoT) has paved the way for connected

devices to facilitate payments. Smart devices like refrigerators and cars can make

autonomous purchases, such as restocking groceries or paying for tolls.

8. Instant Payments: Real-time payment systems like the Faster Payments System and the

Single Euro Payments Area Instant Credit Transfer (SCT Inst) in Europe enable immediate

money transfers, providing quicker settlement and improved cash flow.

Mr. Jayesh Saini, “The continuous advancements in e-commerce and digital payments have

revolutionized the way we shop and manage our financial transactions. These innovations have

brought greater convenience, personalization, security, and efficiency to both consumers and

businesses, shaping the future of commerce in a digital world.”

#jayeshsaini kenya healthcare LifeCareHospitals Kenya NHIF NPS TSC

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cobra-aust · 1 year

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Vehicle Tracking Sydney - 7 Reasons to Install a Car Alarms

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mywitchcultblr · 2 years

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I agree with you about public school being a false equivalency re:abortion but as a note: residential schools, which were public government funded in institutions were tools of colonization and a part of the attempted complete annihilation of indigenous people in North America.

I and that other blog was not arguing about abortion, but she comparing public school with Vatican. I say the Vatican doesn't need to exist in this modern world due to horrific deeds they committed then she said "WhAt AbOuT PubLiC SchOOl, ITs BaaD TOo"

Even though there are flaws and bad history with public school in various countries,

it's still NOT an equal comparison

Also let's talk about the global perspective as well and not just USA perspective (Because Vatican hurts the world and not just USA or the west) Public school nowadays are just education institution, sure there are public school with poor quality and shitty teacher

But ITS NOT just not the same with Vatican

(I'm not trying to erase the bad history in USA and many other places with public school, I acknowledge it, even my country was enslaved by white people and the dutch allowed us to study in shitty public school but still it's DIFFERENT now )

Like that's such a far off comparison

The vatican is a mega powerful institution built on countless blood and is still harming people.

People nowadays thinks the Vatican is GooD anD mOrE pRogressive because they are more passive than in the past due to people realizing that Heeeyyy maybe we shouldn't let a mega church to dictate what we should do and hurt us... Yeaaahh? And they shouldn't tamper with our government? Why nation leaders need their damn permission to rule?

(Crown yourself like Napoleon babe)

But you think Vatican wouldn't take the chance to take back power again if presented with the option? They will

While public school place and a concept of education center that has been evolving so much through the centuries, it also differs from one countries to another

Example: public school in Finland is different (and better) than in my country

Also state funded school in my country and many other parts of the world is important due the fact that private schools are expensive, it is also the government duty to provide education

Public school is still important

While the modern world (honestly the world in the past too) will be fine without the Vatican existing. Faith itself is different than the institution, Catholics or whatever wouldn't immediately cease to exist Thanos-snapped if the Vatican is dissolved

#ask #anon #school #human rights #religion #vatican #the world will be fine without it #trust me #like it wouldn't get Thanos snapped #history #politics

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Feathered pillow

Word count: 798

Balthazar, a bottle of champagne and a flute in his hands, was casually walking through the dark house, lost in thoughts.

Since you had forbidden hooks up while you and the Winchesters were exploiting their welcome at one of their safe houses, he had no choice but to turn to his second favourite way to spend some time and indulge in some other form of hedonism. In other words, spending the night in the Jacuzzi with some expensive drink.

Yet, while walking past the game room, something in the corner of his eye made him stop and lured him in.

He still wasn't used to seeing his brother with his wings out.

Gabriel was sitting cross-legged on the big couch that took most of the space of the room, fully involved in his current race in Mario Kart.

That wasn't surprising. The youngest archangel had always been full of energy, never unmoving for long, and since sleeping wasn't really an option for them, he had to find alternative ways keep himself busy. Balthazar doubted he had any annoyance at being stopped from finding someone to spend the night with, and, while Gabriel was probably not aware of the why, Balthazar didn't have to wonder the reason for his change of habit.

He was, hower, surprised the volume the game was at. While it was more than enough for their supernatural hearing, it was low enough that a human would have had difficulties in catching it. Could it be to not disturb those hunters? Knowing the Trickster, it was more likely he would keep it loud just to annoy them.

Too add to the list of oddities, he noticed that his wings weren't moving as they should. To be precise, they weren't moving at all.

While Gabriel was putting his whole body in the curves of the game, leaning this and that way like one must do in the turns, he was also making a considerable effort on making sure his wings stayed fixed to their spot, even stretching them to make sure they stayed still.

He took Balthazar only a couple of steps inside the room to have both his questions answered.

Of course.

He couldn't see it until he was closer, the couch and his brother's wings obscuring his view, but really, who else could make him act with such care?

You were sitting on the couch too. Surely you must had been playing as well, racing against his brother as usual, until you had grown too sleepy to make a decent opponent and decided to just sit and watch him beat his own records instead. Now the joystick laid abandoned on your lap, as you rested with eyes closed and soft breaths in your sleep.

And putting all of you weight on one of Gabriel's wings, basically using it as a pillow.

Pillow and blanket, Balthazar corrected himself, watching amused how said wing was curving protectively around you body.

He so wanted to take a picture, but who knows where the Archangel would have sent him if he did. Their perfect memory would have to do, but the teasing possibilities lowered considerably without a physical proof to show others. The pity.

But apparently their Father wanted to repay him for this wrong – or He was tired of those two and He was trying to give you an hint (in which case, good luck, you were both far too oblivious for something as subtle as this to work) – because, as he watched, his brother put too much energy into a turn, leaning a little too far on the side and making the couch give under his movement. Gravity worked its magic and your body followed until you ended up with your head in his lap.

Gabriel froze (sending his little pilot off the road and straight off a cliff) while you, true to your nature, shifted until you were comfortably hugging his legs.

He slowly rose to a straighter position, and the situation was reversed, with his wings being the only part of himself he allowed to move. Balthazar couldn't keep in a snicker. A death glare was immediately shot in his direction, but it's effectiveness was tampered, with how still he was trying to be, only his wings occasionally twitching.

The younger angel raised his hands, bottle and all, in a placating gesture and walked out of the room smirking. Stillness has never been Gabriel's strong suit, so he would soon grow restless and would have to either snap or carry you to your room. No doubts on which one his idiotically pining brother would pic.

And despite how much Balthazar would have loved to see that, it was wiser to remove himself from the Trickster's wrath.

And anyway, there was a Jacuzzi waiting for him.

Author's note: Hi there! First of all, if you've read this far, thank you. Second, yes, this work is basically the same of the one on @dream-your-own-stories , but not to worry! That is still me. I decided to rework it a little and post it here so to have them all in one place. Okay, that was all, bye!

#gabriel x reader #reader insert #spn #spn gabriel #supernatural #Balthazar

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A Well Rounded Education (2): Grading Boundaries (Fem!Reader x Nanami Kento, 7.5k)

series synopsis: You are a teacher’s aid to teacher Gojo Satoru, training to be able to take over your own class next year by shadowing and helping him out. Gojo does not make things easy for anybody.

chapter synopsis: the father of one of your students requested a meeting to ask about ways of improving his son’s grades. after working with him for a few weeks, nanami wants to thank you for helping yuji out in his own personal way.

NSFW. AFAB reader, fem pronouns. oral sex (male on female and female on male), massage, nanami is just a gentleman after toji tbh.

(a well rounded education m.list and navigation)

You oversleep the next morning and for the first time since beginning your work as Gojo’s teaching aid, the other man is at his desk before you manage to rush into the classroom. He’s relaxed, arms behind his head, feet up on the desk – and when he sees you, he gives you a cheery wave and a grin.

“Found this on the floor this morning!” He says to you, using his thumb to flip you something small and round that you only manage to catch through sheer dumb luck. You stare down at the thing you’re cradling in your palm; one of the round buttons from your blouse, that you guess you missed after Toji had left and you’d had to try and pull yourself together.

““S-sorry about that,” you babble, your mind working eighty miles a minute to think of a proper excuse. “I-it got caught on my jacket when I was getting ready to leave last night, I wondered where it had gotten to--”

“How’d the meeting with Tsumiki go?”

“Huh?” You ask, blinking down at the button still, trying to fight the heat that is crawling up your face as you shove the accusing object into the pocket of your neatly tailored jacket. “Oh! It wasn’t Tsumiki. It was Mr Fushiguro, actually. M-Megumi’s father?”

There’s a pause in the air, almost as if it’s rippling with tension. When you look up, Gojo is staring at you, his eyes implacable behind dark lenses.

“I see,” he says. “That’s unusual.”

“I gave him all the paperwork, explained the probation and everything,” you hurry to say, almost tripping over your words. You don’t like the way he’s staring at you, and you find yourself shifting from foot to foot, hoping you don’t look like someone who let their student’s father rail you over their boss’ desk. “Megumi’ll be back in school next week, and hopefully nothing like this will happen again--”

“Mm,” Gojo says. You’ve never heard him sound that serious before, ignoring the chance to poke a little fun. His voice usually pitches and modulates, laughing, before he cracks some kind of inane joke that makes you and half the class wince. “I’ve got a meeting tonight, by the way. I was hoping you’d sit in with me.”

“Please don’t palm off more of your dirty work on me,” you say to him, as you go over to your own little makeshift table in the corner of your room and begin to rifle through your bag for the things you’ll need for the day. “To-- Mr Fushiguro was kind of scary, honestly.”

“Oh, it’s nothing like that!” Gojo waves your worries away with a hand, immediately dismissing it. “No, it’s Yuji’s dad – he wants to talk about his grades, I think? I said I don’t think it really matters, and he got really quiet and kind of angry on the phone with me.” Gojo shrugs. Of course Gojo said something like that. You’re not sure Gojo himself has ever worried about something in his life. “Honestly, he’s a. . . businessman type. Very serious! I just want someone to diffuse the tension a bit!” Gojo grins at you. “So you’re my human shield!”

Right.

Far be it for you to think that Gojo might have an educational reason for wanting you to sit in on this meeting. Still . . . you really like Yuji. You know that sometimes his inability to understand things frustrates him – he’s constant energy, and his mind just can’t keep up with the pace of the rest of him. You’d like to help where you can! And you know that Gojo’s probably not going to be able to offer any helpful advice – his classes might work for some kids, and Yuji does really like him, but that’s a boy who would probably benefit from some individualised attention and someone a little quieter.

You don’t like the idea of him with a father who pushes him academically and doesn’t care about his other achievements. Biting your lip, you nod, busying yourself with laying out the pens on your desk and flicking through one of your training books to see if there’s anything about meetings with parents. This one, you think and hope, is definitely not going to end up the same way yesterday’s meeting did.

There’s a kind of nervous energy in Yuji all day. He drops his pen, he shoots you agonised looks until you come over to check his work, and as everyone is milling out to go to lunch, he comes to stand in front of you, kicking his toe on the floor. You smile at him, seeing how he’s vibrating, rocking on the balls of his feet – hoping that the smile might at least calm him down some.

“My Dad’s meeting with Mr Gojo tonight,” Yuji eventually blurts. Without Megumi in class to tamper down some of his more bombastic nature, Yuji’s voice pitches and wavers. “I’m-- Mr Gojo doesn’t care about grades, but my Dad’s like, ‘you should apply yourself more, you have it in you’ and . . . and I guess I’m worried?” He brings a finger to his chin, dwelling on the thought. The way he says it, it’s almost like he’s not usually aware of the idea of ‘worry’ – oh, to be a twelve year old boy!

“I know,” you say, after a proper time has elapsed to make Yuji think you’ve really dwelt on the situation. You reach into your own bag to pull out the carefully prepared lunch you have in there – you could go to the staff-room, but honestly, you’re still feeling a bit wobbly after last night’s events and you don’t want to go around into the hum of people who’ll gather you up into bubbles of small talk. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m sitting in on the meeting too.” You hope your smile is reassuring. “It’s not going to be all doom and gloom, I promise.”

That actually . . . does seem to soothe Yuji.

“My grades are really bad,” he says. “I just . . . I’m not smart, y’know? Megumi knows all this stuff, and I’m just . . . dumb.”

“Being good at school stuff isn’t everything,” you say to Yuji. “You’ve got your own talents. Look at you on the sports field!” He blushes in the way young boys do when they’re being complimented by anybody, a kind of awkward ‘oh, shucks, don’t make me think that I’m good at anything’. You smile. “I’m sure your Dad understands that too.”

“Oh, he does!” Yuji’s eyes widen. You feel a little lock around your chest loosen, just a bit. There’s hero worship clear in Yuji’s eyes now. “He just thinks I should live up to my . . . what’s he call it? Full potential!” He twists his lip, and then leans in, conspiratorially. “He doesn’t like Mr Gojo. He doesn’t think he’s serious.”

Despite yourself, your lips curve into a smile. You aren’t going to trash talk your colleague to a kid that you’re in charge of, but all of the other staff just seem to roll their eyes and let Satoru Gojo get on with whatever he’s doing because apparently he was a prodigy at college or something. It’s nice to know at least someone is on your side, even if you’ll hopefully only ever see him once or twice during your whole year here.

“Don’t worry,” you say to Yuji. “I’ll try and handle it. Now, you should go! All the other boys look like they’re about to play a game of football--”

Yuji’s eyes brighten and he grins, turning away immediately, mind quickly flitting to something more pressing. He shouts a goodbye and a thank you to you even as he’s racing out of the door, almost too fast to be believed.

Kento Nanami (Itadori is his ex-wife’s name, he tells you with a sigh, but the name that Yuji was born with and he’s reluctant to have it changed) is very obviously a businessman, in a well-pressed grey suit and a navy shirt, a yellow tie tight to his throat. He’s wearing suspenders beneath the jacket, an expensive watch on his wrist, and a pair of small glasses perched on a sharp nose. A solemn face, sculpted jaw. He has cheekbones that you think could cut fucking diamonds into pieces, a wave of carefully styled blonde hair over a proud forehead--

What the fuck is going on at this school that it seems like all of the dads are so hot? You do your level best not to look at him too much, as Gojo introduces you and he shakes your hand. He looks at you with his eyes narrowed just a touch; you think he’s trying to get the measure of you, and whether you’re just going to be here to back up Gojo. There’s an air of tiredness to this man that suggests he will not take any of your colleague’s nonsense, and that thought bolsters you when he puts down his briefcase and neatly folds his hands on his lap, looking from you to Gojo.

“I want to talk about Yuji’s grades,” he says, “and how we can help him improve them.”

You like him already. The way he says ‘we’ instead of ‘you’ – the withering gaze that he sets on Gojo, as the white-haired man stretches his arms out above him.

“I told you on the phone,” Gojo says. “They’re just grades--”

“Grades that will follow Yuji throughout his career in this school, and eventually to high school, and eventually to college,” Nanami’s voice is very sure of itself, cutting through Gojo with ease. “I just want to ensure that he has the best chance possible. I want to make sure he’s living up to himself.”

Gojo – fucking Gojo – stifles a yawn behind his hand, and you see that Nanami’s hand flexes on his thigh (wow, his hands are big). You cut across before the two of them can come to blows.

“Yuji’s a bright boy,” you say. “He just needs . . . a little extra help. Someone to sit with him and explain what’s going on, maybe just go over the material again.” You give Nanami a nervous smile. “He’s not the only one in the class, honestly. I-- Mr Gojo’s teaching methods can be--”

“Innovative—” (Gojo says).

“Erratic—” (Nanami says).

“Unusual,” you decide on, in the end, “and not every child is going to thrive.”

“He won’t let me ask them to move into Miss Utahime’s class,” Nanami says, wearily. “Yuji is very fond of Mr Gojo.”

(You know that, and so does Gojo; the white-haired man gives a cocky grin to both of you).

“I enjoy teaching Yuji,” you say. “He’s good-hearted, enthusiastic – he throws himself into everything he does.” Nanami’s tired eyes seem to brighten behind the glasses at the compliment to his son, his lips lifting at the corners in the briefest twitch of a smile.

“He does,” Nanami says, and it’s clear from his tone that he’s very proud of Yuji. You feel bad for thinking he might be the kind of pushy, demanding father that you’d been warned you may encounter in this profession. With Nanami in front of you, it’s clear he just wants the best for Yuji and is concerned that Gojo might not be that ‘best’. You can’t blame him. You often think Gojo behaves more like a child than half of the kids in the class. “Yes, those are all of his best qualities.”

You nervously shift your gaze to Gojo, who is waiting for your next move.

“I’d be happy to work with him,” you say, eventually. “Maybe set up some kind of . . . drop-in, for students having trouble with the work, over free periods? I won’t make them, of course, but . . . I think my methods and Mr Gojo’s are very different, Sir.”

Nanami’s shoulders relax just a touch. He stands, nodding, taking your hand to shake it.

“I don’t doubt it, Miss,” he says – and as he touches you, a frisson of electricity seems to pass between the two of you. His hands are big and surprisingly soft, and as he grasps your hand you can suddenly sense strength behind the grasp. You hope that your surprise doesn’t register in your face, as he turns and inclines his head slightly at Gojo (Gojo does not get a handshake, you do not fail to notice).

“I hope that it helps,” Nanami says, as he leaves. And honestly . . . you do too.

Nanami asks to schedule a meeting with you, two weeks after you’ve begun working with some of the lower-achieving children in the class. Yuji’s grades have been improving, slowly and steadily – the boy looking at you with a grin when tests are handed back with letters far higher up in the alphabet than he’s used to getting.

“Ah, I can leave you to deal with that one,” Gojo says, grinning at you when he hears about it. “You’re the one working miracles, after all! I think Mr Nanami would just be displeased to see me sat with you, and I’m not gonna complain about not having to deal with a guy like that!”

You’re inclined to agree. So you watch Gojo leave that afternoon blithely, like he hasn’t got a care in the world – his bag is full of essays that need to be marked over the weekend, but somehow you think you’ll have a stack pressed into your own hands on Monday morning, more than a little crumpled, as Gojo insists you should get used to doing some marking yourself.

You wait for Nanami with your head in a book, steadfastly ignoring Gojo’s desk and sitting by your own table in the corner of the classroom instead. Last time you were alone with a student’s father in this room, you got to know that desk far too intimately.

Nanami is exactly on time, the second hand of the clock just ticking past the twelve as he knocks on the door and you call for him to come in. Gojo does have an office, and he’s said you can use that if you want – but the few times you’ve been in Gojo’s office, you’ve been overwhelmed by the chaotic mess that the man surrounds himself with. The classroom, if nothing else, at least looks peaceful.

Nanami sits across your table, well-mannered and polite, as you put your book down and smile.

“You wanted to talk about how Yuji’s doing?” You ask him. “It’s only been two weeks, but I think we can already see quite a bit of improvement--”

“Yes,” he says. “I think we can.”

Nanami does not heap you with praise; you get the impression that he’s not the kind of man who heaps anybody with praise. You get the impression he’s the kind of man who gives you an approving look, a pat on the shoulder, a nod – you find that you’re craving that approval yourself, looking at him across from you.

“I look at his homework sometimes,” Nanami says. “He’s getting a lot more of it himself, now. Not pulling his hair out at the dining table. You’re . . . you’re really doing a very good job, you know.”

Your insides fizz at the compliment. Gojo doesn’t give them out, either – but you’re the kind of person who occasionally needs to be told they’re doing the right thing, in order to motivate them to carry on. Nanami’s compliment carries a weight in your heart that lodges there like a secret.

You can’t remember the last time someone said you were doing a good job.

You and Nanami talk through the grading rubric, the other topics that are set to be covered before the end of term – how you’re trying to get Gojo to be a little more academic in his lessons, but it’s not working. You mention that lots of the other kids seem to be thriving under having a chance to go back over the material that your mentor occasionally skips and side-steps around, imparting his knowledge in his own particular way. Thoughts of Gojo make your mind swim with fatigue.

You hadn’t realised, until you started talking about it, but you also can’t remember your mind not being consumed by thoughts of your work at any point in the last few weeks. You’re always worrying about something; your mind always rushing from one possible bad outcome to the next. The kids, your training, Gojo, the school, the heavy weight of choosing a career where the next generation depends on you--

“You look tired,” Nanami says, his face twisted in sympathy. “Have you been getting enough sleep?”

You haven’t, really – thoughts of the class, and your work, and whether you’re even cut out for this as a career have been haunting you more and more recently, as you watch Gojo stumble irresponsibly from day to day. You feel like you get home, do some work for the next day, go to sleep, and immediately go to work again with nothing in between. You look at Nanami, who’s all concern, and you know you shouldn’t, but--

“I’m just getting stressed from everything happening all at once,” you say, forcing yourself to smile. “I have a lot of assessments coming up, reports I should be writing, reports that are written about me. Ah, those ones-- those are by Mr Gojo--”

“Ahh,” he looks incredibly sympathetic at that one.

“There’s just,” you falter. “A lot. And if I don’t come to work feeling my best and supporting them all, I feel like I’m letting the kids down, but I also just feel kind of bone-weary aching all of the time—”

Nanami’s hand reaches across the table, taking ahold of yours. His palms are warm and rough, and the thumb that rubs soothing circles against the base of your own is comforting. You sigh, eyelids half flickering closed.

“I shouldn’t have said anything to you,” you murmur, the small moment of intimacy (when you’ve spent the last two weeks feeling like you’re lurching from place to place and nobody is paying attention) sending a much-needed hit of comfort to the marrow of your bones. “You shouldn’t have to listen to my problems.”

Nanami’s lips tilt.

“I’d say it’s the least I could do,” he says, drily, “after everything you’ve done for Yuji – and after you’ve had to deal with Mr Gojo.” The look he gives you is quietly private, a shared in-joke between the two of you that makes you smile in response. His response almost makes you forget that he’s touching you, and though the touch is innocuous, you also know it’s unprofessional--

You stare at his hand on yours. It’s the same arm that he wears his expensive wristwatch on, and the sleeve of his suit jacket has ridden up to reveal just a hint of the shape beneath, a prominently veined wrist. Your throat goes dry looking at it, as you think of how strong he had seemed that time he’d shook your hand--

He’s looking at where the two of you are touching, too – a faint spot of red fading in high on his cheekbones. He coughs, awkward, but doesn’t move his hand. He swallows.

“You’re very pretty, you know,” Nanami says, and your body seems to flood with heat. You should say something about how inappropriate that is, thank him for coming to see you and the sweet words he’d said about how you were helping Yuji along, but somehow you can’t bring yourself to do it when he’s looking at you like that. “It sounds very hypocritical coming from me, because anyone who knows me will tell you that I don’t get enough of it myself– but you should rest more. Relax.”

You can imagine him ramrod straight behind a desk, eyes narrowed behind spreadsheets and numbers. You can definitely imagine him tired and drooping, working too hard. You smile again, helplessly, the look apologetic. You’re not very good at things like that.

“You look stiff,” he says. “Here--”

He stands. You’d forgotten how tall he was, the breadth of him – he unbuttons his jacket neatly, laying it over the back of the chair. Without that, the width of his shoulders is really apparent. You don’t realise you’re staring until he makes a little noise, a ‘hmph’ of amusement, eyes not meeting yours, thumbs unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing the sleeves up to his elbows.

He’s behind you.

“I’ve been told I’m good at this,” he says. “Big hands, I suppose?”

You’re about to ask him what he’s doing when those same big hands are suddenly on your shoulders, the same thumbs that were just rubbing tender circles onto your hand digging into your shoulder-blades in a massage that you feel down to your toes. You don’t realise you’ve let out a noise and relaxed back into the massage until Nanami lets out a low hum that you think is mirth.

The noise you make as he works out that persistent knot in the back of your neck is near-on pornographic, and both of you know it – heat rushing to your face, Nanami clearing his throat. If somebody walking by had heard that – if they came into the classroom, to see you getting a massage from Yuji’s father--

How do you keep getting into these situations? Nobody warned you about this part of working in a school. Why do his hands feel so fucking good on you, fingers digging into your skin – you moan again, rolling back into his touch.

There’s a clipped quality to his voice when he speaks;

“Wait a second.” Your eyes flutter open as his hands leave you, watching in distress as he walks to the door. If you’re expecting him to leave, you’re surprised when what actually happens is that he twists the lock, so nobody can walk in on the two of you doing something so. . . incongruous with both the classroom around you and the knowledge of what exactly the relationship between you is.

He gives you another one of those half-smiles and you feel a familiar throb in your lower half. Oh, this is unfair – he’s so handsome, so unruffled, so gentle as he takes back his position behind you and touches you again.

“This would feel better on your bare skin,” he murmurs, the words ghosting along you as a politely worded request, and obediently your fingers deftly unbutton your blouse without hesitation. This time, you’re glad that there’s no clatter of lost buttons on the floor – this time, you’re able to push it off your shoulders yourself. Nanami sighs as you let the fabric drop, pooling behind you in a crumpled mess. One of his fingertips traces your spine, raising gooseflesh on the sensitive skin.

“Don’t you have someone at home to do this for you?” He asks, voice soft and low like velvet, as he kneads the skin, tension draining out of you more and more with each passing minute. The question is worded carefully, but both of you know what he’s asking.

“Just me,” you say, as his hands slide forward, thumbs digging into your shoulders but fingers resting over your collarbone, his hands so big on you.

“Pity,” Nanami breathes, but it doesn’t sound like he’s particularly unhappy about it. Your breath catches as he moves from your shoulders, further, further, fingertips brushing the swell of your breast in your (sensible, today) bra. He leans forward, his lips against the shell of your ear. “You can tell me to stop if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to,” you find yourself saying, and his thin lips curve into a smile that you feel.

“I’m glad,” he murmurs – and then, fingers diving beneath the cups of the bra, kneading the soft flesh, the plush of your body. You’re relaxing bonelessly into his touch when one finger brushes your nipple, sending a frisson of electricity right to the place between your thighs. Your bra straps are slipped off your shoulders, a slight lean forward so he can unclip the thing and let it fall onto the ground. Nanami sighs, almost reverent – when he moves his hand from your chest, you feel their absence keenly, a soft noise of dismay escaping you.

“Pull your chair out,” he says. You do; the legs scraping across the floor. Nanami himself moves so he’s no longer behind you, coming around to the front – casually, unhurriedly lowering himself to his knees in front of you. He reaches up to his face and removes his glasses, laying them neatly on the table to one side of him.

His eyes drink you in and you find your skin prickling with heat. You should be embarrassed; you shouldn’t be here at all, actually, alone in your classroom (again!) with someone’s father (again!), willing to let them look at you and touch you and more (again!). But Nanami reaches in, touching you so gently, fingertips and thumbs delicate as feathers as he strokes over your breast and waist and stomach. As he leans forward and licks a slow, agonising lap over your nipple until it hardens and pebbles, your entire body thrumming with desire. As he sucks it into his mouth, teeth nipping just hard enough at the bud that your body lights on fire, before he kisses a line across your sternum to give the other nipple the same treatment.

He slides his hands past your waist, unbuttoning and unzipping your pencil skirt with one hand, the cotton pulled down over your thighs. Nanami sighs again, cupping your hips, nudging your stockinged knee with his cheek.

“You’re lovely,” he says, affectionate, and it feels so intimate that your heart beats too fast against your chest. “Can I--?” Hands against the sides of your underwear, sliding over you in a way that leaves hot trails of fire behind him. You should be embarrassed that he can clearly see the wet patch, the way the sodden fabric clings to the petals of your sex – but when he’s looking at you like that. . . You can’t make yourself feel it. You nod, sighing, lifting your hips from the seat of the chair to assist in the removal of that particular garment. A light touch on your inner thighs has you spreading your legs further for him, his eyes drinking in the slick folds, the needy glint of your wetness.

He brings his face closer, taking a long breath in, inhaling your scent. The wash of his breath across you on the exhale fans across the length of you, your clit aching with need to be touched, paid attention to. Nanami takes his time, though – your thighs are kissed, first, his lips lingering on the soft skin, suckling gentle love-bites into the flesh. Occasionally, the briefest flash of his teeth, scraping across the sensitive area – always followed by a soothe, a kiss, a lick. Every one of them makes your body bloom into warm needy desire; you can feel how wet you are, know it must be soaking the chair beneath you even before Nanami has used his mouth on you properly.

He huffs out a chuckle as you whine, your hips tilting towards his mouth.

“You want me to use my mouth?” He asks you, his tongue gently lapping at one of the places he’s kissed. “On you, sweetheart?”

“Mm—mmhmm,” you say, breathlessly, not entirely sure that your mind is able to form any coherent sentences with Nanami knelt between your thighs. He places a chaste kiss on the mound above your clit, pulling back.

“Use your words,” he encourages you. There’s a stern dominance to him; coated in fondness, yes, but . . . an order, nonetheless. “I can make you feel so good--”

“Please use your mouth on me,” you whimper, soft as a mouse. Your hand flexes onto the seat of the chair beneath your thighs, and Nanami smiles against your soaking cunt.

“Good girl,” he praises, like liquid honey – and when his tongue finally, finally makes contact with your sex, the other hand has no choice but to curl into his hair as you let out a needy mewl, all of the heat that’s been building up within you since the very first moment you laid eyes on Kento Nanami coming to a point in the crux of his lips and tongue lapping hungrily at your slick.

Your lashes flutter closed, your thighs trembling, as Nanami sates himself on the taste of you, making you relax helplessly into his talented mouth. He knows exactly what he’s doing; the flat, broad strokes against the folds of your cunt, the lower dip of his tongue as he flirts with stretching your hole open with it, the teasing flick of it as it dances, dallies with the idea of your swollen clit.

You can hear the wet sounds of him between your legs, suckling and kissing and licking and lapping – not all of it’s from your slickness, you know, but an embarrassing amount of it is. His tongue pushes into your hole, thrusting a few times, imitating the actions of fingers or cock – and your thighs flex, almost squeezing him between them, your fingers tugging on his hair with a soft squeal of surprise escaping you.

The noise just spurs him on. He fucks you on his tongue for a few more thrusts, before dragging the flat of the muscle through your folds, forcefully parting them (his mouth feels so hot, there), until he can reach the throb of your clit. He uses his tongue to roll the bud, swirling the tip of the muscle around it, drawing patterns over the place that all of your hot, desperate need is concentrated. Your other hand jerks into his hair too, your hips thrusting against his hungry mouth as he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. You almost white out for a minute over the sheer overwhelming sensation of Nanami’s lips sucking on you, the displacement of air – you’re panting out breathy, whimpering noises, Nanami groaning as he edges you further and further towards your peak.

Fingers on your inner thigh. Nanami’s index finger, liberally coating itself in your slick and Nanami’s spit, dragging down the length of you that isn’t currently being utterly ravaged by Nanami’s lips--

He pushes one lone finger into your entrance, and that pushes you over the edge.

Your walls flutter around him, sucking him deeper inside your plush walls. You bite so hard into your lower lip you think that you might bleed, but it only serves to quiet the moan that escapes you by a little. Nanami groans against you, pumping the finger, sucking on your clit, guiding you over the peaks and mounds of your orgasm as he continues to enjoy the taste of you gushing into his mouth, overwhelming with the syrupy sweet stickiness of just how good you taste.

He guides you, too – with careful, slowing licks, lazier pumps – through the weak aftershocks and trembles of your peak, as they come to a slowly twitching halt. Your eyes are glassy, lips swollen from bits, as he places another chaste kiss over your sensitive clit and pulls back. His finger pops out of you with a wet gush that makes you feel so embarrassed at your own neediness you can barely stand it, but between your thighs Nanami is straightening up, a smug glint to his tired eyes.

“There,” he murmurs, standing, drinking in your quivering body, the slick on your thighs, how dark and satisfied your eyes look as you gaze up at him, half-woozy from the pleasure. “Don’t you feel a little more relaxed, now?”

You’re afraid if you speak you will simply slur your words, your tongue feeling unfamiliar in your mouth. You try and focus on Nanami instead – unfairly tranquil, aside from the wet of his chin, the damp spot darkening his collar. He places the finger that was formerly buried inside you into his mouth, the glint of arousal on it consumed by him with a tilt of the head as if he’s savouring the taste.

You can’t help but notice that there’s an outline of something putting pressure on the fabric of his slacks, there, between his thighs – something that looks hard, and stiff, and uncomfortable. You blink at it through a hazy mind as Nanami goes leans over you, gently taking hold of your chin, checking that you’re alright.

“C-can I help with that?” You manage, only a little bit garbled. Nanami’s eyebrows raise in surprise, a light pink flush to his cheeks – what does he take you for? That you’d let him eat you out so well that your toes curl and then just let him leave without seeing to his own issues?

(It’s a confidence boost, honestly – knowing that he’s hard because of you. You know that this isn’t the kind of man who would fuck you on his tongue in his son’s classroom if he didn’t find you attractive, but still . . . Someone like Nanami, with those cheekbones and those lips and those shoulders, wanting somebody like you?)

“I-- ahh--” He seems nervous about it, a little flustered, clearly not expecting you to offer something like that – but then, you raise one hazy hand and gently pet his crotch through the fabric and he whistles through his teeth, the organ giving a welcoming throb beneath your hand. You swallow at how it responds, the size and heat of it.

“Please?” Plump lower lip caught between your teeth. “I’d like to repay the favour.”

He swallows, raising a hand to loosen his tie. You see the bob of his throat as he moves, pulling out the chair he was sat on before, parting his own knees.

“I’d like that,” he says, and that’s all of the encouragement you need to sink from the chair onto your shaking knees, half-crawl towards him until you’re situated between his thighs. Your hands reach up to his waist, undoing his belt buckle carefully. The heat of his cock radiates through the fabric, brushing against your arm as you undo the belt. As you undo the button. As you tug at the zipper, the noise of the teeth indecently loud. He sighs himself, a hand cupping your cheek. “You’re so pretty,” he says, repeating his earlier compliment. His eyes on your face make you feel hot and flushed, the way he watches you eagle-sharp as your smaller hands reach into his underwear to pull out his already hard cock.

He’s not as big as Toji was, but that doesn’t mean he’s not big. His cock is elegant, a light upward curve, the head ruddy pink and slick with precome – and as you lean forward and let your tongue trace the slit of it, as you taste that same precome in your mouth, he groans quietly. He brings the hand not on your cheek up to his mouth to muffle the noise, and you can’t help but pout.

“Please,” you say. “I want to hear you--”

A pause. He drops his hand, taking a chest-deep breath. His fingers slide across the apple of your cheeks – you know he must be able to sense how warm you are, how shameless and brazen you feel.

You give the head of his cock dainty kitten licks, getting used to feel of him – getting used to the soft breaths he keeps making, the way that the hand on your cheek moves to knit into your hair. You know you’re teasing him, but the way he looks down at you like you’re the one doing him a favour has you all giddy and light headed.

You envelope the head in your waiting mouth, tongue messily lapping at it. It’s been a long time since you’ve done something like this – judging from the sigh escaping Nanami’s lips, the light thrust of his hips, though, you’re not doing too bad of a job on it.

You take him a little further, willing your mouth to open wider. Your tongue is still moving against him sloppily – tracing the veins of his shaft, licking fat stripes where you can manage to get it around. You feel a trickle of drool escape your lips as you widen your mouth a bit more, so much you can feel a light ache in your jaw.

“Fuck,” Nanami breathes, deep and ragged. “Fuck, that’s a good girl.”

The praise just eggs you on further, makes you want to take him deeper – makes you want to win more noises said by that dark, low voice. You push too far and have to pull back a little, your makeup smearing (you’re glad you’d foregone a darker lipstick today), your eyes watering. But you’re determined, and after you’ve managed to draw a choked breath around the cock in your mouth, you’re back on it, kissing and sucking and licking as best you can. Every so often, Nanami will groan from above you, his hips jerking, the hand in your hair guiding you just a little to the left. The other hand comes to cradle your face, so tender and careful with you.

“You feel so good,” he says, soft, like he can barely believe where you are. “Your mouth is so good, sweetheart--”

The flat of your tongue is dragged over the slit, his taste flooding your senses. You squeeze your thighs together, the friction thrilling even considering how slick your cunt still is (you’re grateful that your skirt is dark, because you know you must have soaked through your underwear).

His hips are moving more regularly now, but you can tell that he’s still holding back – that he doesn’t want to roughly fuck your throat, though he easily could. You look up at him with your eyes dark and wide, your lashes trembling, trying to get across that it’s alright for him to do that without having to stop hungrily licking and sucking at his cock. He sees your gaze, your lips wrapped around him, your cheeks hollowed in your attempts to impress, and he breathes out a shaking exhale.

“Is it really okay?” He asks you. “I don’t want to hurt you--”

You hum your affirmative around his cock and his eyes roll back into his head for just a moment, groan escaping his parted lips again, as he begins to rock his hips into your mouth. You gag around it at first – so big, so thick, even though he’s not going that fast yet – but as he begins to pick up his pace, your mouth gets used to moving in tandem with his thrusts and the tugs on your hair.

The ache in your jaw begins to be pleasant; you begin to feel like you’re meant to have it open that wide, that the bump of his cockhead against the back of your throat is right and perfect. His face is flushing, his breath getting shaky – whistling in his chest.

His chest. You stare at the bare collar above the buttons of his shirt, the lean shadows of his collarbone – you think, judging by the broadness of his shoulders, he’s probably built beneath there. You’d love to find out. You’d love to be somewhere other than in the classroom with this man, somewhere where you could learn his body by heart, where the floor beneath your knees isn’t quite so hard--

“Fuck,” he hisses, fingers tightening so hard that you groan, your throat vibrating around his cock. “Sweetheart, my good girl, I’m gonna--”

You hear the warning in his voice and you suck harder, swirl your tongue faster, coaxing him forward – his abdomen flexes under the shirt, his cock juddering in your mouth, pulsing as your mouth suddenly fills with the hot, wet, salty and unmistakable taste of Nanami’s come--

You keep sucking. You keep licking, swallowing pump after pump, draining forth every single drop of his release that you can until he’s shuddering and his cock is softening, his head thrown over the back of the chair to reveal the tempting column of his throat.

He’s taking deep breaths, great heaving ones that his shoulders move in time with, as the last few thunderbolts of his release travel through his body and he groans in the pleasured way that someone who has orgasmed their worries away does.

Nanami’s hand in your hair eases, his breaths evening out from the shakes and groans. His fingers are quiet and affectionate, as you pull back, swallowing the final few drops of his release. He looks down at you with those intense eyes half-lidded, his face briefly free of lines and stress and worry. He sighs, hand diving into the jacket still hung on the chair behind him – when the hand emerges, he’s holding a handkerchief, that he brings up to your face like a lover.

Tenderly, he wipes a bead of his come from the corner of your mouth. The action is so warm, so fond, that you can barely breathe for looking up at him. You feel like you’re knelt at some kind of altar – that Nanami had prayed to you, and now you are responding with your own supplication.

“Are you alright?” He asks you. “Your knees? Your mouth?” He’s so gorgeous; unfairly picked out under the classroom lights, like he doesn’t belong here at all. In another world, he’s avenging like an angel with a weapon in his hand. Now, he’s softly rumpled with his shirt unbuttoned and one of his suspenders fallen down his shoulder, his knees spread wide.

“Yes,” you breathe. He smiles again – he does not grin. His mouth is just a light uptilt, as he leans forward and brushes his lips over your own.

“Good girl,” he murmurs again, the words sending another shiver down your spine. “Do you need some help getting dressed?”

You rise onto unsteady legs and Nanami is there, supporting you carefully, rising with you. He rescues your skirt, your bra – deft fingers re-doing buttons, catching eyes with hooks, zipping up until you look – if not immaculate – at least presentable. Someone who had seen you this morning would probably recognise that your skirt is creased and your blouse is crumpled, that your hair is falling around your face--

Nanami’s fingers capture those strands too, tucking them back behind your ear, smoothing them out. Every single sweep and caress of his fingers makes you feel like you’re about to break into pieces from how soft you feel, how cherished. It’s a stark difference to how you had felt after Toji had swung out of your classroom, leaving you prone and leaking his come.

He leaves you, after you’ve regained your balance, to get your bag and coat, to grab the book you had been reading before this meeting had commenced – and he sets himself to rights with a calm, assured aura. If someone looked closely at him, you think perhaps they’d notice the tie not quite as tight, the hair not quite as neatly swept from his brow – you yourself can barely take your eyes off him. Is there something in the water in this town?

He grasps his briefcase, clips his glasses into the top pocket of his suit jacket instead of placing them back on his nose. His entire being seems to have lost tension, his eyes not quite as tired, his shoulders not quite as strained. As he finished, he comes to stand beside you – an arm gallantly curving around your waist just loosely enough that the touch could be read as friendly and not romantic. As the two of you walk across the classroom, he says quietly;

“You really should relax, you know. You don’t have anything to worry about. Yuji adores you, and I’m sure the rest of the children do too.”

(Your cheeks heat, the compliment warm and convincing in the sonorous bass of Nanami’s voice).

“Even Gojo isn’t permanent,” he says. “Anybody would be lucky to end up with you.” A cough. “That’s . . . as a teacher and in other ways.”

He pauses at the door, unlocking it with a final click that feels like he is saying that this little adventure has truly come to its natural end. His eyes linger affectionately on your face, a brief touch of hesitation colouring his features – before, once more, he leans in and brushes his lips against yours with a feather-soft touch that has you gasping in surprise against his mouth. The hand not on the briefcase takes your own hand, fingers entangling, and if you had thought your face was warm before, you’re quickly taught that you didn’t know what heat was.

He draws back a little breathlessly.

“I hope you’ll continue working with Yuji,” he says, sincerely. “And perhaps, if it’s agreeable to you-- perhaps we could schedule a catch-up meeting in a few weeks? So I may see. . . how things are progressing?”

“Of course, Sir,” you say, words very breathy.

When you get home tonight, and probably for the next few weeks, you’ll take a really good look at the grading rubric. You know. For the kids. Not because of Nanami’s sharp cheekbones and wicked tongue and the glint that had been in his eye when he had pressed his mouth against your heated core – not because of how his cock had felt heavy and thick in your mouth, and how it would feel pressed inside of you--

Nope. Not at all.

Definitely for Nanami’s son.

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jj and the untimely prank

summary: when a prank goes awry, jj’s at the receiving end of cruel intentions with a euphoric payoff.

warnings: this is just sm*t i’m sorry.

notes: forgive me father, for i have sinned. also i know i said no requests but i couldn’t just leave this one out. based on the request below. tried my best w no typos. also i’ve come to the conclusion that my taglist is too long because it took me fifteen minutes to add everyone but i have no idea what to do lmao.

It was supposed to be a joke.

Rafe Cameron’s end of the summer party began once the sun’s horizon began to emit an orange glow over the Cameron residence. Ward and Rose left for California that morning; the siblings had protested accompanying the two on their vacation after claiming there would be nothing for them to do and Ward had reluctantly let them stay home on the promise that they would behave themselves. Wheezie stayed at a friend’s for the week while Rafe and Sarah shared the house.

However, Rafe had planned to use his empty home to throw a party for residents of Figure Eight, complete with expensive alcohol and loud music that would make any neighbor complain. Sarah begged her brother to let her friend group attend the party, claiming that she’d “die of boredom” if she were to attend the party alone. Reluctantly, Rafe agreed after Sarah promised to talk Ward out of punishing Rafe for neglecting to pick up air canisters.

Rafe, knowing Sarah’s friends and Pope in particular were going to be at the party, crushed a pill of Viagra and dared Topper to mix the pretty blue powered into Pope’s drink. The boy looked innocent enough and both Kooks were eager to see how he’d deal with his problem by keeping tabs on him the entire night.

Only, JJ was the one to drink from the cup Topper tampered with.

The boys tried not to spend too much time ogling at Pope but noticed something was wrong when he was talking to Kelce with a calm demeanor like nothing was wrong and before the Kooks decided to give up, they thought of everything possible scenario of what happened to the cup. After losing interest upon the girls and drugs at the party, neither of them cared enough to follow up on their prank.

JJ was fine for the next thirty minutes but felt so hot and bothered by the time he downed three more shots. He couldn’t think straight and he knew it wasn’t because of the alcohol. A girl had bumped into him by accident, causing him to push against the side of the kitchen’s countertop and he had to hold in a moan as he felt his ever growing cock release some tension. His fingers gripped the edge of the marble and he gritted his teeth, finally acknowledging how hard his cock had gotten.

JJ needed to excuse himself to the bathroom upon seeing your short and tight cheetah print dress that accentuated your natural features, pushing your breasts to the point where they were spilling out of the fabric. He wasn’t sure why, all of the sudden, he felt like his pants were growing tighter as the night progressed. Seeing you walk into the party fashionably late and greeting people he knew while not sparing them a second glance had him wondering if you would look in his direction.

Kiara had walked up to you after having recognized you from your updo and made the bold move to greet you with a gentle hug, avoiding the crowded room of bodies in the process. You grinned at the girl and returned her embrace, careful not to spill the liquid in your cup. JJ could see the way your dress slid up your thighs when you tried to move around the room, periodically pulling the fabric down to cover yourself modestly. It was then when JJ decided he needed to remove himself from the party and relieve himself.

He rushed himself to the nearest empty bathroom and hastily closed the door behind him, fumbling with the lock as his mind thought about his impending problem below his belt. When he looked down, he could see his impressive size grow against his jeans, groaning when he put his hand over his member to relieve some tension.

JJ didn’t know why he had become extremely hard over the course of the night. Of all the times he had imagined talking to you, properly, for the first time, he never imagined he’d be hard while doing it. For a brief moment, he felt guilty for leaving Kiara alone at the party after Pope had struck up a conversation with Kelce while Sarah and John B. had found their own corner in her home. But his apparent hard-on and the fact that he couldn’t walk without feeling himself against his jeans was a bigger problem.

The blond wasted no time unzipping himself and pushed his hands down his boxers to grab himself, biting his lip at the sudden tension that his hand was providing. His thumb stroked his tip and he felt his teeth bite harder on his bottom lip at how euphoric it felt.

His back was pressed against the door as he felt his legs give out, using the frame as a temporary support system as he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs to allow himself more freedom. When JJ looked down, he witnessed how hard he had grown in a short amount of time and spit into his hands, using his hips to push himself forward while keeping his hand steady, mimicking his thoughts about fucking you into the nearest mattress.

If JJ was being honest with himself, he was using you and the image of your dress sliding up your thigh as his masturbation material. His impending problem seemed to expose itself once he saw you at the party despite feeling strange an hour beforehand. JJ looked at himself in the bathroom’s mirror and saw how fast he was thrusting his hips, realizing he was panting as if he were taking you over the bathroom counter.

He halted his movements to see the precum that leaked from his tip and groaned, not caring about his volume once he realized the sound of the music from the party was louder than he was. His mouth hung ajar as his breaths became erratic and JJ was determined to make his problem disappear quickly, trying his best to avoid an embarrassing situation if Kiara asked him why he was in the bathroom for so long.

JJ moved his hand faster and gritted his teeth, short breaths escaping from his lips as he desperately chased his high. He shut his eyes and let out pretty moans as he jerked his body forward and used his balance as leverage to thrust at a faster pace. JJ squeezed his cock tighter and pretended it was your tight pussy around him instead.

He kept his eyes closed as he let out a deep groan, his chest rising and falling rapidly. JJ could feel himself orgasm quickly and his thick, white ropes fell onto his hand as he finished himself off, opening his eyes to watch as he emptied himself in his enemy’s bathroom. JJ chuckled to himself when he caught his breath and stared at his messy hand, moving quickly to the sink to wash his hands off with soap and water before slowing his breathing down.

But when he looked at the mirror and back to his cock, he could see that his problem hadn’t disappeared. JJ’s cock was still standing in attention, still as hard and thick as before he had made himself orgasm for the first time. He groaned once out of frustration, finding it ironic that he hadn’t been able to make himself come when he was alone but he was experiencing this problem in the presence of strangers. JJ knew it was because you arrived the moment he needed to release the most.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” JJ said in a hushed whisper, almost like he was afraid of being caught despite the bathroom door being closed.

JJ grew frustrated at his impending problem and the throbbing sensation he felt in his lower region when he attempted to wait it out, keeping his breathing steady to fix the situation. But after a few moments of trying to calm his beating heart and think about anything other than what you’d look like with your dress on the floor as he hovered above your body, JJ knew nothing he did would work.

“Shit,” he hissed as he put his hand back on himself, somewhere in between pumping himself in a quick pace and trying to enjoy himself. JJ wanted to step out of the bathroom without an incredibly noticeable hard-on, which prompted him to move his hand back and forth quicker and faster.

He looked at himself in the mirror as his mouth hung open, throwing his head back when he let out a particularly loud hum. The euphoric feeling of using his hand to tug on his cock while simultaneously thinking about the view of you on your knees while you looked up at through your eyelashes was material he’d been using for weeks and it didn’t slow him down this time.

You were someone JJ had trouble talking to despite being a fellow Pogue. You had a good head on your shoulders and both the Pogues and Kooks knew it. You drifted between both sides of the island without a care for the war between classes and freely roamed the grounds as if you owned the place, both groups letting you without hesitation. JJ’s knees would buckle when you walked near him and he would grow quiet whenever you’d approach his friends to speak to Kiara, who you’d known since childhood. He knew his attraction to you was because of your nonchalance and intelligence, but he had an inkling feeling you’d choose him over Rafe, and that was enough for JJ to feel himself close to spilling onto his hand once more.

But before he got the chance to experience another orgasm, the bathroom door opened.

JJ immediately opened his eyes and saw your figure in the doorframe, one hand on the wall as you steadied yourself upon stumbling when you saw JJ. His hand froze on his cock and he could feel his heart pounding in embarrassment while his member throbbed at the loss of his hand.

He watched as your eyes widened when you realized what you were looking at. JJ awkwardly looked down at himself when he realized his cock was still standing at attention in his hand, rapidly moving to pull his boxers and jeans up hastily to cover himself upon feeling his cheeks turn a shade of red from the embarrassment of being caught.

“You’re so big,” you said in complete surprise, looking as JJ fumbled to zip his pants. He tried to keep himself busy, tucking his shirts into his jeans while feeling your gaze on him. But he looked up at your words and watched you with a curious expression.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized, not knowing what to say after your observation and upon being caught with his cock in his hand. He stood by the mirror, shifting from one foot to the other almost as if he was unable to move.

JJ felt embarrassed because he was caught by the person he was infatuated by. You were always the subject of his daydreams and this situation was not an exception. He felt embarrassed because hebthought about you naked on the nearest mattress mere seconds ago and it was almost as if on cue you had walked in on him.

But you shook your head, biting your lip in a sultry manner, taking a step towards him as you slowly closed the door behind you with a subtle sound. JJ watched as your body moved in your dress and before he realized it, you were standing mere inches from him. His blue eyes looked into your own with curiosity and anticipation, feeling your hands gently move themselves from the top of his chest to his belt loops, gently tugging on them.

“Let me help you,” you said in a hushed whisper. JJ wasn’t sure if he was imagining the desperation in your voice but he had imagined looking down at you as you sucked his cock more than he could count, and he knew he’d regret it if he denied himself this opportunity, especially because you were giving your consent.

JJ felt your nimble hands over his clothed chest, your fingers lightly scratching him as he felt his body shudder from excitement. He watched as your body swayed back and forth as you waited for his answer, moving closer to him to the point where you were present against him. You moved your hands from his chest to the side of his thoughts, your hands moving everywhere but the place he needed you most.

“Please,” he said, nodding.

You said nothing as you looked up at him through your tasteful false lashes and pushed your body against his. JJ felt your lips on his neck, closing his eyes as he sighed at the glorious sensation of your lips on him while your hand was on his cock. He could feel your hand move against him, gauging his size for yourself and he felt you moan against his neck.

You could barely keep yourself poised, feeling your mouth water upon feeling his impressive size for yourself. JJ’s body rested against the bathroom counter and you removed your hands from him, causing JJ to temporarily groan at the loss of contact before he felt your hands around his wrists, forcefully placing them on your backside before returning to his cock. His eyes widened with surprise and he wasted no time touching you, squeezing your cheeks.

JJ kneaded you’re backside as your hands moved to unzip his jeans, pushing his jeans down along with his boxers. You felt his cock that was still set from orgasming the first time mixed with his own spit and bit your lip when you felt his hands roam around the fabric of your dress. You encouraged him to continue with a short nod, closing your eyes as your hand moved to work his cock. JJ seemed to get the hint and you felt his hands move to the hem of your dress, sliding them underneath.

He could barely believe he was touching you in his reality rather than his daydreams and took the time to appreciate your skimpy thong, using his fingers to move it to your entrance. You moaned once and debated on letting him touch you further before deciding against it, hiking your dress above your waist before positioning yourself on your knees in a feverish manner.

Your lips caught the tip of his cock in your mouth and JJ used his hands to prop himself on the bathroom counter in an attempt to keep steady. He looked down at you while your hands wrapped themselves the base while your mouth engulfed the rest. JJ couldn’t help himself and pushed his hips forward but you were more than ready for his sudden action and opened your mouth wider, welcoming his size as you gagged in his cock.

You temporarily removed your mouth from him to stroke his member with the string of spit as a result of your previous action and JJ moaned at the feeling of your hand instead of his. You kissed the tip gingerly before licking the side of the shaft with your flattened tongue and JJ felt like he was about to come again.

When JJ watched you move your hand from him to between your thighs, he placed both of his hands to the back of your head. He witnessed as your hands moved underneath the small black cloth that hid nothing, furiously moving your hand to gain friction. JJ could help it; he gripped the back of your head and pushed his hips towards your mouth. You accommodated, widening your mouth and breathed through your nose as you felt his cock thrusted past your lips. He looked down and watched as he disappeared inside of you, feeling your tongue against his underside and came with a loud moan, not bothering to care if anyone outside heard him. JJ fucked your mouth and you let him.

When he pulled out, JJ watched his come spill out from between your lips and you opened your mouth to show him the remnants of all you couldn’t swallow the first time. Your hand moved to chin, cleaning his come and putting your fingers into your mouth as you tasted him. JJ breathed heavily and watched as you, so willingly, continued to touch yourself in front of him.

“You’re still hard,” you said with a pant and a high-pitched voice, closing your eyes temporarily as you inserted a finger inside of you. JJ wasn’t having it, however, and bent down to kiss you. He bent down and replaced your fingers with his own, moaning against you when he realized just how wet and slick you were. JJ was able to slip his middle finger into you and push himself deeper into.

“Let’s find a room upstairs,” JJ said in desperation.

He rose from his position and watched you did the same, his eyes following your hands that smoothed your dress over your cheeks. When you caught his gaze from the mirror, you winked and pushed your breasts together for emphasis, making JJ physically groan and adjust his apparent cock in his pants.

You held his hand and led him upstairs, avoiding the people standing in the hallway, too turned on to care if anyone could guess what the both of you would be doing. JJ opened a door and upon seeing it pictureless, he ducked inside and closed the door shut, locking it before returning his attention to you.

Your dress was thrown on the floor by the time JJ turned around and he rubbed his jaw, looking at how perky your nipples were against the cold air. His hands reached for your waist and pulled you into a hot, wet, searing kiss before turning you around to press you against the wooden door.

“So wet,” he said as he reached in front of you, his hands disappearing into your thong that left nothing to the imagination. He furiously moved his hands in circles and heard you whimpered, not caring about anyone who passed by and if they could head. JJ took this opportunity to undo the zipper of his jeans and push them down to his ankles followed by his boxers and moaned at the sight of his hardness against the backdrop of your ass and pressed himself against you.

JJ could hear you gasp at the sudden feeling but upon seeing your back arch in an attempt to move him where you needed him the most, JJ kept your hips steady with his hands as he thrusted against you, spreading your ass cheeks to watch as his cock worked your backside until you were begging for him to be inside of you. He watched as you tried to spread your legs while your chest was pressed against the door and bent his knees so that his cock was in between your thighs, throwing his head back at the glorious feeling of the fabric of your thong against his cock.

He pulled away and turned you around, smacking your backside before pointing to the bed. You looked at him as you climbed onto it, removing your thong in the process. He watched as you spread your legs and teased your folds, stripping from the rest of his clothing save for the gold chain around his neck.

JJ wasted no time and attached his mouth to your pussy, licking a delicious stripe against your slit. Your hands found themselves tangled in his hair and when JJ felt your hips rock against his tongue and your hands pulling at his roots, he could help but grind against the white bedsheets underneath him, moaning into your core with such pleasure. Your legs were spread far and wide into the air when you felt him moan against you and JJ, at the sound of a particularly loud moan, lifted his head to see your euphoric state.

He smirked and lifted his hand, smacking your core while relishing the sound of how wet you were. Your eyes widened and you begged for him to do it again. JJ wasn’t shy that night and did as he was told, bringing the tips of his fingers over your pussy, giving gentle slaps until you were begging for his cock to be inside of you.

You grabbed the gold chain and pulled him to meet your lips, tongue sliding into his mouth as he used his fingers to move to your pussy once again, letting his index and middle finger enter you with the rush of adrenaline. You knew you were close to your first orgasm between his mouth and his fingers, and you warned him about your inevitable orgasm against his lips. The sound of your wetness and his fingers echoed throughout the room, as did your cries.

When JJ pulled his hand out of you, he didn’t think about letting you recover and neither did you. You ached for it and so did JJ; he sat back on his knees and tugged on his cock a few times before pushing the head inside of you. You felt the euphoric feeling of his cock and begged for more until JJ gave in, pushing everything he had to offer inside of you.

But JJ was going to have fun with you. You had begged him to use you for his own gain moments prior and he had no reluctance. His elbows were situated beside your head and the tip of his tongue stuck out as he pulled himself out of you, barely touching your entrance with his tip. You whined, wrapping your arms around him while trying to get him to move, but he shook his head and laughed at your attempt.

He sunk inside of you once again and heard your delicious scream before pulling out of you altogether for the second time. JJ repeated this action four more times until you pulled him down by the gold chain, catching him by surprise. But he welcomed this distraction. His cock pounded your pussy furiously until the only sounds in the room were your wetness being spread between your pelvis and his, your high-pitched screaming as you begged JJ to fuck you harder, and JJ’s loud grunts that sounded so primal and needy.

The headboard wasn’t too far above his body and he gripped the edge, steadying himself as he kept a steady pace while thrusting into you. The wooden headboard smacked against the wall with a prominent sound and JJ smirked down at you, urging you to be as loud as you can if you wanted his cock to keep fucking you.

You could feel the mattress below you act like ocean waves as the bedsheet kept moving across the bare skin of your thighs. Your arms gripped onto JJ’s body like you’d fall off of the bed if you didn’t and he responded by pounding into you harder, faster, and rougher.

JJ pulled out of you and moved your body so that your chest was pressed against the mattress. He backed away enough to bend down and move his face to your core, furiously moving his tongue against you before replacing it with his cock. JJ gripped your hips and threw his head back at the sight of your ass against his pelvis and dug his fingertips into your skin, almost like he was afraid you’d leave. He raised his palm and slapped your ass cheek, to which you moaned for more.

“I’m gonna fuck you into tomorrow,” he promised, delivering another slap. “Gonna make sure to fuck you in front of a window next time so everyone can see how badly you want it.”

“JJ,” you called, out of breath.

“Wanna make sure I fuck your tits before I die,” he said with his eyes shut. “‘M gonna come.”

“In my pussy,” you begged.

JJ moaned loudly and grunted, pulling your ass closer to him as he released. You arched your back at the feeling and he moved his hands to your clit, roughly moving his fingers against your sensitive area. He pulled out of you and turned you onto your back, pulling you until you were nearly off of the edge of the bed and wordlessly slipped his cock back into your wet centre, pushing your legs against your chest for a deeper angle.

His cock was buried so deep inside of you that you could hear sirens in your head and see a halo above JJ. His fingers moved to your clit and deliciously moved at a pace that brought you closer to your orgasm. JJ almost wished someone would walk in just so they could see how high up in the air your legs were and how loudly you were moaning, all because of his cock.

His chest was hot with passion and he moaned after thrusting into you particularly hard, his deep voice bringing you your second orgasm. JJ felt your come on the tip of his cock and pulled out to watch white pearls drip from your entrance before using his tip to gather the remnants, awing at the wetness of your skin.

“I could live in your pussy,” he moaned breathing as his hand moved back and forth on his cock. He could feel his cool chain against his neck and JJ stepped back to witness the mess he made on your body and how utterly fucked you looked on the bed in front of him.

“I need another,” you whined, stepping off of the bed to walk towards him. You could feel your juiced on your inner thigh and replaced JJ’s hand with your own. “God, are you always this hard when you fuck?”

JJ laughed in a mocking tone and gripped your jaw with his hands, watching your wet lips scrunch together. Your eyes widened and you gripped his cock tighter at the sudden feeling, sending a wave of pleasure over JJ’s body. You knew what you were doing to him and he wasn’t about to let you out of this room until he came for fourth and final time.

“Only when I fuck you,” he gruned, his free hand teasing your nipple.

“You gonna fuck me some more?” you asked innocently as JJ loosened the grip on your jaw.

“When we fuck, I’ll always give you whatever you want,” he said, pushing your body against the wall and slipping into your wet center with ease. You yelped and widened your legs and JJ shut his eyes as you clenched around him. “Wanna come in you until you’re silly with it.”

“I wanna feel it,” you whined, arching your back so that you had room to bring your hand to your entrance, toying with your clit. He placed a harsh slap to your asscheek and you groaned with pleasure.

“You like my cock, huh?” he asked.

“I fucking crave it,” you replied with squinted eyes as he delivered another slap. JJ smiled to himself at how dirty your words were, especially after knowing you to be some innocent saint before tonight. While he never knew if you had any sexual tendencies or bothered to catch up with your dating life, he’d imagine you to be under his undoing; JJ wanted to be the first person that came inside of you and the first person to hear you moan. He knew that his fantasy didn’t matter compared to your reality, but in that moment, all he cared about was delivering another mind blowing orgasm to your pussy.

JJ pulled you by the elbows until you were looking at him and gripped your breasts, using your body for balance as his cock relentlessly pounded into you, so much that you screamed in euphoria. He gently pushed you off of him and commanded your body back on the bed, feeling himself on the edge of, what he hoped, would be his final orgasm. But he wouldn’t complain about giving you another creampie if you asked for it.

JJ’s pelvis met yours repeatedly and your legs were bent, high in the air. His hands were on either side of you as he thrusted into you as he came alongside you, both of your orgasms spilling past his cock and out of your pussy onto the bed below the both of you. JJ kept fucking you despite being nearly empty and relished the tight feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock until he couldn’t, opting you lay his chest on top of yours and kisses your open mouth like he needed to.

His cock was still inside of you as you both tried to reach a tranquil state and his lips moved to your neck, peppering sweet kisses. JJ wanted to relish in the feeling of your nakedness and continued to kiss your lips with vigor. He pulled away when both of you regained your breaths and stroked the side of your head, moving your hair away from your face.

“I’ve never been fucked for so hard or so long,” you confessed with a shy smile, your face red from blushing and how hard you had been fucked.

“I think someone put something into my drink,” JJ said with an amused laugh. “I’ve been hard for a long ass time.” You looked around the clock on the nightstand beside you and opened your mouth i’m surprise.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled. JJ raised an eyebrow before looking in your direction. “We’ve been fucking for hours. The party’s probably coming to an end.”

JJ looked back at you as you spoke and jerked his cock deeper into you, to which you licked your lips and shut your eyes. He laughed and touched your cheek with the pad of his thumb, wiping away fallen mascara before leaving a soft kiss pressed against your nose.

“I don’t even know how you’re still hard,” you said. He shrugged.

“Me either, but I’m not exactly complaining.”

“Neither am I,” you said as you bit your bottom lip.

“Oh yeah?” JJ said as he thrusted into you twice more, watching as you breathed heavily and looked at him. “You fuck like a fucking champ.”

“And you fuck like your life depends on it.” JJ smoked and thrusted into you once more.

“Oh, look,” he said with in false surprise. “I’m still hard.”

“Oh, look,” you said, mocking him. “I’m still wet.”

“Mm,” he mumbled, sitting upright to watch his cock inside of you. JJ pulled himself out to the point where his head was sitting inside and you whined, reaching your hand to grip him and pull him inside of you. He tapped your knee twice and you reluctantly let go.

“We’re gonna fuck until Rafe kicks us out, got it?” JJ said. You nodded vigorously and JJ rewarded you by pushing himself into you, but not all the way. “Your pussy’s gonna be so used to my cock that it’ll be me you want to fuck.”

“Yes,” you breathed, feeling as he pushed into you more. But you were unsatisfied by JJ holding himself back.

“I’m gonna ruin that pretty pussy of yours tonight,” he said more to himself than to you while pushing himself inside.

“JJ,” you whined. “Please.”

“We’re gonna fuck and I don’t care if anyone walks in.”

JJ slid himself inside of you, fully, and gained a rhythm that caused you to pull JJ down to your body. His hips pushed against you as your hips lifted to meet his rhythm and all he wanted to do was fuck you until he couldn’t.

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This chapter came out a little longer than usual. lemony teasing

Natsu’s secretary called her boss from the front office. “Mr. Dragneel, Mr. Avatar is here.”

“Thank you, Ms. Kinana. Send him in.”

Because no one in the organization was a computer whiz, he contracted with an independent IT person who was recommended by Yura. The guy, Jerome Avatar wasn’t skittish, didn’t care who he worked for as long as it paid well, and generally had a pleasant demeanor. As the accountant, Yura was in contact with Jerome the most, but for any major issues or changes, those had to be cleared with Natsu first. It was mostly quick, in and out of the office dealings.

Jerome shook Natsu’s hand over the desk before taking a seat.

“So,” Natsu questioned, “what brings you here today? Is there something I need to approve?”

“No, nothing new. I asked for this meeting because I came across some intelligence you might be interested in.”

“Oh?”

“I learned that your rival Heartfilia had been in contact with a new cyber security client, Mikage Kaishā who’s into a lot of shady dealings with government contacts.”

Natsu shrugged his shoulders. “Sounds like just a typical client for her, probably has her launder money for them. I don’t really pay attention to her clients because we deal with different things. But I do appreciate you telling me.”

“Should I keep an eye on them?”

“That’s fine if you believe it’s worth it. And if you learn about anything that could hurt us let me know immediately. By the way, how did you find out this information?”

“A friend in the field told me about it, then I hacked into Heartfilia’s computers to authenticate the information.”

Natsu sat forward in his chair. “You hacked into her computer? I’m surprised her employee didn’t catch that, cause I know she’s good at this stuff too.”

The man grinned. “Well, not as good as me.” He pointed to Natsu’s laptop. “If you’d like, I can set it up so you can access her system from your computer too.”

“Oh, I don’t want to tamper with her company—”

Jerome waved a hand nonchalantly to stop him. “I wouldn’t advise it either, if you touch things, that’s what’ll get attention, but you can watch what’s going on. Keep an eye on her calendar, meeting dates, whatever you want.”

Natsu sat back, rubbing his chin. The offer was a very tempting one indeed. A chance to stalk his ex through cyberspace… someone must have mentioned to this Jerome guy their history. It wasn’t exactly hidden, but not something talked about either amongst lower ranking employees. This wasn’t the first time Jerome had brought them intelligence info, so maybe he was looking to increase his usefulness, climb the ladder so to speak? Being connected to a powerful Yakuza house was certainly handy, and what better way than to tap into such a personal subject.

“That could be interesting,” Natsu finally responded. “Alright, what do you have to do to set it up? And make sure it’s nothing I could screw up accidentally cause I really don’t want her to find out.”

Jerome looked at his watch as if calculating his options. “I could do it now. Might take me about an hour if you can go without the laptop for that amount of time.”

“You have to take it back to your office or something?”

“No,” the man shook his head. “I can do it right here, so I can explain along the way.”

“Perfect.” Natsu then called his secretary and requested she double his lunch order due to an extended meeting.

While the computer tech fiddled, Natsu just sat back with his meal, watching him work. Math wasn’t his strong suit— nor academics for that matter. Growing up, his father had always told him he would be next in line as boss, so he only learned what he needed to for that world. One needed strength, cunning, street smarts, not book smarts. Though he had to admit the things these hackers could do was scary when you thought about it. Lucy was lucky in that her best friend was just a wiz at language— including computer languages. It all looked like gibberish, but the woman interpreted it almost like a savant. According to Jerome, from what he’d seen so far, Levy was not yet at his skill level, but that could easily change with time and experience like he’d been through.

“Natsu you—” Gray paused his knock on the doorframe. “Sorry, I thought the meeting would be done by now.”

“It’s fine, Jerome is hacking Lucy’s system for me right now.” Natsu responded with a grin. “Now I’ll see what she’s up to in real time.”

Gray groaned and ran a hand down his face in disgust. “I’m not even gonna respond to that. But I will tell you I told you so when it blows up in your face later.”

“Tch. She won’t know, right Jerome?”

“She shouldn’t unless you touch something.” The man answered while continuing to type.

“See. It’ll be fine.”

“You’re an idiot. Anyway,” Gray waved a hand nonchalantly as he left, “call me when your free to go over the new orders.”

“It will be fine, right?” Natsu asked Jerome a second time with a bit of anxiety in his tone.

Jerome stopped typing. “As long as you just observe they shouldn’t see you, just don’t get excited and touch something.”

“I don’t plan to; not like I’ll know how to do that anyways.”

“I’m almost finished, but do you want me to turn on her web camera so you can see through it?”

“But she won’t see me?”

“No, for you it’ll just be like watching a one-way video feed with image and audio.”

After a momentary pause, Natsu’s eyes narrowed with a mischievous grin. “Do it.”

Being able to see Lucy every day and feed his addiction was just too tempting, ‘I’m turning into a junky.’ But Gray’s words entered his mind. What if the man was right, could this bite him in the ass later? Probably… Though how bad could it really be? He really had no plans to interfere with Lucy’s business, just her personal life— and yes, he knew it sounded horrible. What right did he have to stalk his ex? None. ‘I just worry about her, is that so wrong?’ Lucy’s tough, but she’s just a woman and their world didn’t always treat women fairly. His desire to protect her bordered neuroticism, but could anyone blame him considering the underworld they worked in. ‘I’m just doing it to protect her,’ Natsu justified it to himself. Guys like Gray who haven’t fallen in love yet, ‘they just don’t understand.’ If anything were to happen to Lucy, he didn’t know what he would do. Probably move Heaven and earth and kill any in his way for what they’d done.

It took just over an hour before Jerome finished installing the spyware and making sure the systems were still secured. Just a one-way mirror that Levy shouldn’t catch unless really digging for it. Another 20 minutes were spent explaining to Natsu how to do the accessing part, including pulling up the webcam whenever he wanted to. “Or just leave it running,” Jerome noted. “It’ll just show up in this window,” he pointed towards the screen, “and as long as you don’t log out completely from your computer it’ll stay open.”

“Who turns off their computers?”

“Actually, it’s a good idea to turn them off now and then so any software updates can be completed, but since I manage your systems, there’s not really a need to.”

“Great.” The two men stood up and shook hands. “Thanks, Jerome.”

“It was my pleasure.”

When Natsu arrived each day at headquarters, the first thing and last thing he did was check to see if there was anything new or interesting going on Lucy’s side. It was like being hooked on one of their products, because the high it gave sucked him right in. But so far, he also stayed away from the video feed. Looking through her calendar or emails were cold and impersonal, but maybe the video was too close, too real, too much of a moral dilemma in crossing that line of a peeping Tom. That didn’t mean his addiction may one day require more feeding…

October had rolled around, and the air outside grew crisp and cold. It was a beautiful time of the year with the color changing leaves, reminding that winter was soon upon them. How quickly the time sure flew. The Dragneel Yakuza clan had already started preparing for their end of year Bonenkai to happen in mid-December. This plus the Shinnenkai in January were the two biggest parties the clan threw for all their members. The first is to forget the stresses of the past year, while the other was to welcome a successful new year. Natsu spared no expense on the food and drinks to take care of the loyalty and hard work their members contributed. From the emails, he knew that Lucy’s group had also started preparing for theirs. ‘Maybe I’ll crash her party,’ he mused to himself. ‘Oh, what’s this?’ His eyes fell on a new email of an appointment reminder for the next day. It was for Lucy’s monthly massage at an upscale spa. Natsu checked his own calendar and noticed he had nothing booked, no meetings, no shipments arriving— a perfect opportunity.

The next day, Natsu went to the spa early and spoke directly to the owner, paying them a nice chunk of change to allow him access and to play along. Lucy was scheduled for 2pm and arrived right on time. So, as he waited behind the scenes, the receptionist acted like normal and directed her inside. She had a regular masseuse, something Natsu knew he couldn’t fake upfront, so that person stood inside the room to greet her.

“Welcome, Ms. Heartfilia. I’ll step out while you get ready. Please lie on your stomach like normal.”

“Thank you, Kenji,” Lucy smiled. She’d been coming here for a couple years and was aware of the routine. The male masseuse had strong, but gentle hands and knew her body well by now.

Natsu had to admit he wasn’t happy to find out Lucy’s regular masseuse was a guy but held back from lashing out. He didn’t want to do anything to mess up this adventure— and oh, he planned to have his own revenge. It wouldn’t be as sexual as the soapland incident but knowing many of her trigger points meant he could do a bit of damage well enough. Now, Natsu had noted that Kenji’s voice was a bit deeper than his own, which would be difficult to fake, but the man explained he didn’t do much talking while working and played relaxing music during the session. Perfect. Natsu could just hit play and not talk at all.

“Ready, Ms. Heartfilia?” Kenji called out through the closed door.

The muffled yes was heard, and the man stepped away, leaving Natsu to his business. He entered the room and immediately turned on the pre-set music, a light instrumental with Asian undertones. It was quite pleasing to listen to. And there Lucy was under a silk sheet to cover her naked body, with her arms up and crossed, head perched on the relaxed hands, and hair up in a loose bun, revealing her beautiful neck. Natsu almost shuddered at the sight and knowledge he would get to touch her skin… it was the one thing she didn’t allow him to do at Soapland— touch. His grin grew as he rubbed his hands together to warm them before making the first move.

He moved the sheet to uncover Lucy’s lower half, up to the thighs, then applied a film of scented massage oils to his hands with a few drops over the taut muscles along her long legs, chasing the dripping liquid along her skin to smooth them over. His hands glide through several passes to the swell of her ass, then back down again all the way to the ankles, fingers applying pressure against the tendons and ligaments to gently work out any tension it encountered. Lucy sighed wispily as his hands massaged each foot, squeezing, smoothing, paying attention to each digit and every curve. His thumbs applied pressure at the arches, kneading the tight knots there from wearing heels all day long. He stayed focused on the area, her toes curling and flexing as the mewls leaching from her show their pleasure, until Natsu felt the knots give and relax away.

“Mmm, you’re getting good at that Kenji,” Lucy purred with a little huskiness in her tone.

Natsu grinned to himself as he lowered the sheet back down, so she stayed warm and moved onto her supple ass. Using both hands, he took his time to knead each cheek through the silken fabric, using his fingers to follow the gluteus muscles, starting near the leg, and following the swell of her curve upwards, slowly riding the fibers looking for any knots or tense areas. One cheek, then the other paying loving attention to and listening to the sounds Lucy made to clue him in on where to go. Every sigh a notch in his belt, each mewling purr a win. Natsu grew bolder, fanning out his thumb each time it got closer to her thighs to touch…

“Oh, Kenji,” Lucy whined, “you’re being a naughty boy today— keep it up.”

‘What?!’ Natsu’s hands paused and tensed for a split second before catching himself. Does Kenji mess with her too?! He shook his head and finished up in the area quickly trying not to let such thoughts stop him. ‘Just focus…’ Natsu grumbled in his head.

After applying more oil to his hands, he moved the sheet down to reveal Lucy’s back and for a second time, Natsu paused on what it contained. Her tattoo… It symbolized… he took a deep breath and dropped more oil on to the skin, willing away the memories breaching his mind. He didn’t want to think about it, not now. It was too painful.

“You okay, Kenji?” Lucy questioned as if noticing the slight pause or tremble in the man’s hands.

Natsu mumbled a soft Mmhmm and dived into the massage so Lucy wouldn’t grow more concerned, missing the uptick in the corners of her lips. He slowly smoothed along the skin using the base of his palms for pressure, each hand following the muscles, moving out from the waist, up the center of her back, and flaring out towards the sides just below the shoulder blades, repeating the same movement, each time increasing the speed while lessening the pressure. Next, he targeted the upper back and shoulder blades, an area he knew Lucy held a lot of tension from carrying the weight of her voluptuous bosoms. With precise ministrations, Natsu applied careful pressure with his thumbs and follows the curve of the blades up and around to the top of the shoulder. He then searched with the pads of his fingers for any knots along her trap muscles, moving up along the spine and fanning out to the top of her shoulders.

“Oh, yeah, right there,” Lucy mewled when he reached a specific spot.

The area around her spine, between the shoulder blades held the most tension and knots from constantly holding the upright, flexed posture that wearing heels will create. Her wispy sighs signaled the release of her tense muscles, bringing another wave of pride swelling in him. Natsu continued onto her neck, his strong hands kneaded the supple flesh, fingers palpating and soothing all the knots. Her neck too, held a few tense areas, especially around the base of the head, so he did his best to melt them away. He worked through Lucy’s mewls and moaning sighs, almost sexual in nature, aroused and a little heated in the face knowing his handiwork brought forth such sounds. Ugh, how he wanted to hear more of it! Lucy putty in his hands and spread between his thighs, calling out his name…

“You’ve gotten better at this… Natsu,” the cocky teasing tone, snapped him out of his dream.

“Natsu?” He tried failingly to disguise his voice. “I’m Kenji, Ms. Heartfilia.”

“Uh-huh. You think I can’t tell the difference Natsu?” Lucy quipped back with a chuckle. “Kenji’s routine is very different. Plus, I knew the moment I smelled your cologne.”

Busted.

“Tch. Well, if you knew it was me all along, why’d you let me do this?”

“Making you work is my payback.” She settled back down, relaxed on her arms. “Now, chop, chop, finish the job.”

This little minx! He was the one supposed to be torturing her this time, not the other way around! “Fine, kitten.” Natsu gritted out a smile and took hold of her neck again to placate and lull Lucy back into thinking he would go along. He massaged the sides with the tips of his fingers Both hands wrapped around, and his thumbs pushing up through her hair against the muscles on the back of her head.

“If only you’d taken care of me like this before,” Lucy mumbled.

Natsu paused and leaned over her ear. “Why not let me take care of you now?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“No, I don’t know the answer, that’s part of the problem!”

Lucy sighed. “Natsu, I don’t want to fight right now. I’m here to relax, not fight. If you’re done, then leave and send Kenji back in.”

“Oh, yeah. Why? Because he’s another one of your boy toys? He gonna be naughty again with you once I leave?!”

“Pfft, I said that knowing it was you, idiot.”

“I think you live to torture me, Angel. But you’re right. I don’t wanna fight right now either, so—” Natsu leaned down quick and latched his mouth onto the area between her shoulder blades, sucking hard.

Lucy squealed and reached back frantically trying to claw at his face, but he grabbed her hands, knowing if she struggled any harder, she risked completely exposing herself. He held her for a few seconds, and once satisfied he’d achieved his goal, let go.

“Natsu! Did you put a hickey on me?!”

“This Angel,” he trailed his fingers over Lucy’s tattoo as he spoke, “belongs to me. Will always be mine,” he whispered close to her ear. “You know it, I know it, and your boy toys will know it too.”

“I hate you.”

“Nah,” Natsu stood up and covered her back up with the sheet. “You hate that you don’t hate me. It’s okay. I still love you too. See ya around kitten.”

Natsu heard the woman’s sigh as the door closed behind him and smiled to himself. He knew she didn’t actually hate him, their relationship was just complicated at the moment, never love the actual problem between them… Though, it had been a dick move to give her a hickey, but that’s what Lucy gets for leading him on like that. She could’ve just stopped the massage immediately if she knew it was him all along, so to let him go through the entire process, it was tit for tat— and hey, at least it’s only temporary.

‘It’s your move next kitten…’

#nalu #nalu au #nalu fan fiction #nalu yakuza au #nalu fan fic #natsu dragneel #lucy hearfilia #ch 7 #we'll take back heaven #petri808 #lemony scented

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jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav · 4 years

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Obey Me: The Brothers Accidentally Trigger an Abused MC (Mammon) (2/7)

Disclaimer: I’m not an expert on abuse or mental health. I’m not portraying how one should respond to these situations, only how I think the characters might. Abuse and trauma in particular are very complex topics, and people respond in all sorts of ways to them, and sometimes it gets really bad on all sides.

I can only draw from my personal experiences as well as those of people who have shared their stories or who I’m close with. There’s no one narrative of abuse and how it affects someone, so what I’m familiar with might not be what you’re familiar with. Let’s try and all be respectful of each other.

Content Warnings: Heated arguments, reference to past abuse, parental abuse, trauma response, breaking down in tears, this is quintessential hurt/comfort y’all, buckle up

Mammon’s turn! I love using characters’ flaws against them.

Lucifer (X) Mammon (you are here), Leviathan (X), Satan (X), Asmodeus (X), Beelzebub (X), Belphegor (X)

MC has a very complicated relationship with Mammon. He initially got on their every nerve, constantly complaining about how annoying it was that he was assigned to watch over them and actually throwing them in the face of danger more often than not. But as time went on, MC realized that Mammon’s attitude was an act and he actually cares for them deeply. He’s just bad at expressing his feelings. They decided to work on it with him, and had gotten to a point where their communication was pretty solid.

It makes his recent behaviour all the more upsetting.

“I told ya, MC, I’m fine! It’s nothing to worry about!” Mammon says as he waves off MC’s concerns yet again.

“Nothing to worry about? You haven’t stayed a full day in school for almost two weeks!” MC retorts.

The two are in MC’s room, Mammon pacing around it in circles while an agitated MC guards the exit.

“I can take care of it!” he snaps.

“Talk to me, Mammon! What’s going on? Is it those witches?” He bristles. “You said you’d managed to pay off your debt to them.”

“I did! ...Almost…”

MC shoots him a withering glare. They open their mouth, probably to reproach him further, but he cuts them off, “Why do you care so much anyway? It’s not your problem!”

“Because I’m your friend, you idiot!” MC shouts. They grab him by the arm and force him to face them. “That’s what friends are supposed to do. You look out for your friends, and you step in when they need you.”

Normally, Mammon would find this incredibly touching. But normally, Mammon isn’t being drawn and quartered by the warring facets of his life. Watching a vulnerable and reckless MC; keeping up with his responsibilities as a lord of Hell and a member of the RAD student council; working off his ever-increasing debt to those damn witches; and all the while his brothers mock and belittle him for the same flaws they’re all guilty of.

He rips their hand off of him. “What makes you think I need you? The only thing I would need you for is if someone wanted a piece of meat to snack on! Do you even know how much a demon would pay for a soul like yours? You should be grateful I keep you around at all!”

Grateful. The word echoes around the room, and suddenly MC is back in the human world.

Do you even know what your mother and I do for you? You should be grateful you have a roof over your head at all!

Be grateful you have a phone at all, MC.

You ungrateful bitch! I give everything to keep this family together and this is how you respond?!

“I should be grateful?” MC’s tone is low and even, but their eyes are locked with Mammon’s. “What’s there to be grateful for? I didn’t ask to be babysat by some selfish, stupid, greedy egomaniac!” They’re yelling now, and tears are blurring their vision, but they don’t care. “I’ve been so patient with you, Mammon, and you’ve done nothing in return! You come to me with all your problems and I help you out as much as I can, and I ask for one thing in return, one thing, and you can’t even do it!”

“You call tricking me into a pact ‘patient’ and ‘helping me out’?! You can literally order me to do anything, so if ya want something, just ask!” He says sarcastically, throwing his arms out into a mock bow.

MC chokes back a sob. “Get out,” they say softly.

“Sorry Mx. High and Mighty, I didn’t hea-”

“I order you to GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” MC screams, and the pact mark on their back burns with the command. “And don’t come back!”

The effect is immediate. Mammon struggles against the command at first, but the compulsion of the pact lights up his nerves and forces him to leave, slamming the door behind him. As soon as MC is alone, they collapse, their tears falling freely.

They don’t know how long they stay in that spot, unable to stop their shuddering cries.

The image of MC, words full of venom but eyes full of hurt, never leaves Mammon. Even as their order sears him from the inside out, he keeps pounding on their door, demanding to be let in, to let him see them, to talk. He keeps it up for hours, snapping at any of the brothers who dare try and stop him, even Lucifer, who is unusually relenting after seeing the expression on his brother’s face.

Eventually, his efforts are rewarded. Mammon doesn’t even notice at first. It’s only after he yells himself hoarse that he hears MC’s soft, “I’m opening the door. You can come in.”

They do. And while the magical pain of the pact is gone, seeing the state MC is in fills Mammon with a stabbing agony no spell could match. Bloodshot eyes, face streaked with tears, hair tangled and disheveled at the sides of their head, almost certainly from the way they were gripping it earlier: he can hardly stand to look at them knowing he caused their pain. He tears up and though MC is still wounded themself, their heart melts.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“

“No no no!” Mammon exclaims, sniffling. “I’m gonna apologize first.”

A pregnant silence fills the room.

“S-stop starin’ at me like that, jeez,” Mammon shrinks under MC’s waiting stare. “Look, I didn’t mean what I said earlier, okay? I know we’ve been working on… communicating and stuff, but I’ve been really stressed lately and it’s… it’s hard for me. Sayin’ what I’m feeling, I mean.”

Another pause. When Mammon speaks up again, he’s much quieter. “You’re not disposable to me, MC. I’m not sure how I even got this far without you. You matter a lot to me and you’re always so kind and I just threw it all back in your face. I should be past that and today I wasn’t.” His tone picks up again. “But I promise, no more of that! I, the GREAT Mammon, will ensure from now on that I don’t say stupid things!”

MC, smiling, raises an eyebrow.

“I won’t say stupid things about you.”

And he doesn’t. In fact, Mammon’s diligence with watching his mouth starts bleeding into his other relationships. His brothers are pleasantly surprised by this change, even if he still slips up sometimes, and the House of Lamentation experiences more peace than it has in a long time.

But his efforts yield no results. MC refuses to open the door. They’re heartbroken and angry, at both Mammon and themself. They trusted him, they worked so hard, and yet…

He’s still outside their room. He hasn’t stopped trying to get them to open the door, ranging from begging, to threats, to just banging on the door so hard MC’s scared it’s going to break. Eventually MC can’t take it anymore, and they enlist the help of the other residents of the House of Lamentation to remove Mammon from their door. They reluctantly explain what happened, clarifying that this is the last straw for them and they can’t forgive Mammon for what he did. Lucifer then forbids Mammon from interacting with MC, and the rest of the brothers rotate supervising them at RAD and out in the Devildom.

Even still, Mammon never gives up. He can’t approach MC both because of the pact and the threat of Lucifer, but that won’t stop him. MC finds increasingly expensive and personalized presents showing up in their room while they’re out, sometimes accompanied by notes in sloppy handwriting about how sorry he is and how much he wishes they could forgive him. He digs himself deeper and deeper in debt, and yet no one can get him what he truly wants. There isn’t a soul in the three realms who is willing to try tampering with the most protected human in Hell.

Mammon’s attempts at reconciling with MC become so disruptive that they ask to move to Purgatory Hall.

He never lives this down.

#obey me #obey me:swd #obey me imagines #obey me! mammon #obey me headcanons #mammon #mine #my writing

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explosionshark · 3 years

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31 the I cant keep kissing strangers one for jack/Miranda. U know, if u want to

I’m gonna cheat bc I remembered the prompt wrong and already wrote half of it in my head while I was showering, so

It’s years of experience, it’s meticulous and brutally honed control of her body, it’s her genetic predisposition to deceit and manipulation that keeps Miranda from reacting when her the alert pings, a brief series of flashes on the corner of her ocular overlay. S.O.S.

Dupont’s hand is on her thigh, just under the material of her dress, grip damp and too tight. He’s leaning in close, under the auspice of speaking into her ear in the crowded club, but she recognizes the clumsy excuse to peek down her dress for what it is. It takes every ounce of restraint not to shove him bodily away and rush straight for the rendezvous waypoint blinking on her display -- a maintenance closet beneath a stairwell at the back of the club. There’s a thrum of panic in Miranda’s chest that she squashes with a deep, subtle breath and a careful flick of her hair. She drags a teasing finger down Dupont’s chest as she leans back.

“Excuse me a moment,” she pitches her voice low, breathy, the way she knows he must be imagining it sounds in bed. She shoots him a smoldering look over her shoulder before she leaves, adding a bit of whine to her words. Desperate women are, to men like this, honey to flies. “Don’t go where I can’t find you.”

She’s careful as she slips into the crowd, gait controlled, face expertly molded into an expression annoyed enough to ward off potential interruption from men, yet still bland enough to fail to catch the interest of anyone watching.

It’s torture, keeping her pace unhurried as scenario after gruesome scenario of what could have gone wrong plays out in vivid detail. Jack wounded, bleeding out among the bleach bottles and filthy mops. A Cerberus trap, Jack captured, bait to lure her to the same fate. Dozens upon dozens of equally vivid, equally terrible possibilities conjured with each leisurely step, all laying the same accusation at her feet: Miranda’s mistake, with Jack paying the price.

Jack hadn’t been Miranda’s first choice.

Miranda’s list of trusted contacts is smaller than it’s ever been and shrinking by the day. Trusted and available? Smaller still.

She had wanted Shepard. Or, better yet, Kasumi. But Shepard was wrapped up on some affair on Tuchanka and Kasumi was running a different op for the Shadow Broker, out on the edges of the Terminus.

Jack had been an indulgence - and one that was proving to be foolish and selfish.

She was humanity’s strongest biotic and one of the most capable operators Miranda had ever known, but her strength lied in frontal assaults. Massive destruction, flamboyant, devastating attacks with lots of collateral damage. Not delicate infiltration missions like this.

She should have been safe with her students on Grissom Station, not here dying for Miranda’s cause, not--

--Grabbing Miranda roughly by the hips, slamming her back against the shelving unit along the wall hard enough to rattle the metal, laying the flat of her arm across Miranda’s chest, just under her neck, to pin her there.

“What do you think you’re doing?“ Miranda hisses. She can’t see any obvious injuries or damage to Jack in the dim light of the closet, not held in place like this. When she raises her hands to pat down Jack’s body there’s a flair of shimmering blue light in the air, and then the always disconcerting staticky sensation of stasis fields pinning them in place at her sides.

“What am I doing?” Jack huffs, fists still bunched in the material of Miranda’s dress. A shame - it had been nice. Expensive. She can feel the material ripping under the strain of Jack’s grip and despite everything, she finds it distantly erotic. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Miranda, for all of her considerable intellect, feels like she is at least three steps behind a conversation she doesn’t remember starting. She shakes her head, twisting as much as she can with her hands pinned. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not fucking hurt,” Jack snaps, hips jolting forward to slam into Miranda’s rattling the shelf again. This time she hears the fabric of the dress rip in Jack’s hands, can’t contain the shiver it sends down her spine that Jack absolutely notices. “I’m fed up. I can’t keep watching you kiss strangers.”

Jealousy? Miranda doesn’t bother trying to hide her laugh. “If you’ll remember, my kissing a stranger was a key part of the plan you agreed to. I was supposed to be doing that while you were--”

“Keep him busy,” Jack growls, “You were supposed to keep him busy while I did all the hard work. You never told me your plan to distract the guy was to let him put his big stupid gorilla hands all over your--”

“Someone was taking their time ‘doing all the hard work,’“ Miranda sneers back. “I had to improvise. He was losing interest.”

“Hey, it’s your stupid hack module that wasn’t working,” Jack accuses.

Of course, at that exact moment, Miranda’s display pings again. The tracker she’d slipped into Dupont’s jacket shows him leaving the bar, headed for the elevator to his suite.

“Jack, let me go,” Miranda says quietly, urgently, and to her credit Jack does so immediately without arguing. “He’s on the move. I can try to head him off in the lobby, but-- Look, this is very important. Did you leave any evidence you were tampering with the safe or anything else in his room?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jack snorts. “I think he’s gonna notice his top secret Cerberus Reaper hacking plans are missing.”

“But you said the module--”

“Yeah, total crap. Useless. I just blasted the ever-loving shit out of the safe.”

“Jack.”

“Anyway, if he’s on the way up there he’s gonna notice uh. Pretty much right away. We should get out of here.”

“We should have been gone the moment you compromised the plan,” Miranda hisses, following Jack out of the closet, wincing at the sudden too-bright light of the hallway.

“Nag, nag, nag,” Jack drawls, throwing open the emergency exit door to the alley behind the hotel with a truly unnecessary flair of biotics.

“We went over the codes before we even got here,” Miranda reminds her. In the back of her mind, she’s counting down the seconds they have before Dupont realizes he’s been robbed, before he puts together she was involved, before he decides to come after them for the data (bad) or alert Cerberus to what happened (worse). She figures in how long it would take to stop running and strangle Jack in one of these dank Illium alleyways and realizes, regrettably, she can’t afford the slowdown. “There’s one for emergency exit, one for mission compromised, one for package acquired. Any of those would have done. S.O.S. is emergency only.”

“Well, it was an emergency, okay?” Jack says, stopping short at the curb while Miranda calls forth the skycar she’d arranged with a flick of her omin-tool.

“How so?” Miranda demands, shoving Jack into the back of the skycar first and clambering in gracelessly after her, ruined dress gaping open in the front. “This is coming out of your pay, by the way.”

“It was a pre-emergency--”

“That’s not a thing.”

“If his hand got any higher up your skirt I was gonna blow both of our covers by ripping his arms off in the middle of the bar.”

Miranda should still be mad -- furious -- that Jack had scared her so badly. Should be angry for the terribly botched mission as well, the absolute flouting of her discreet and effective plan.

But they’ve lived. Another day in a galaxy torn apart by war on multiple fronts, another day outmaneuvering the Illusive Man himself, another day Miranda gets to find herself in the company of this beautiful, blunt, maddening, impossible woman.

And they had gotten the data, despite everything. A success, however unconventional.

And if all she has to show for it is another burned identity and a ruined dress, Miranda finds she doesn’t mind as much as she might have in any other circumstance besides this -- in the backseat of a skycar with Jack, genuinely irritated to have seen someone else touching Miranda, a torn dress, the thrum of adrenaline still rushing through her veins.

“Never figured you for the jealous type, Jack,” Miranda says, relenting, twisting in the seat to pin Jack with a simmering look.

“Yeah, you did,” Jack mutters. “Were probably counting on it when you asked me to do this thing with you. Probably got off on it. Control freak.”

“Why would I do something like that?”

“Probably has something to do with you being an arrogant psycho that’s obsessed with keeping me under your thumb.”

Miranda pauses in the dark of the backseat and stares Jack down. She’s tense, pupils blown wide, breath coming in gradually quickening gasps.

Miranda has seen Jack scared and angry and hurt before. She’s seen her wound up tight on adrenaline, turned on to the point of recklessness too. Knows well enough the difference between the two to recognize this for what it is.

It’s that confidence that draws Miranda across the space between them, shrugging the straps of her dress down her shoulders in a movement that allows her to reach the zipper in the back and slide it down immediately after. Jack doesn’t move to stop her when Miranda drops a hand to Jack’s thigh, a more elegant parody of Dupont’s boorish groping earlier. The higher Miranda’s hand ventures, the further open Jack spreads her legs, nostrils flaring as Miranda leans in close, whispering into her ear at the same time as her hand slips past the waistband of Jack’s pants, to the soaked front of her underwear.

“Funny, Jack,” Miranda says, mockingly, stroking her slowly. She’ll draw this one out, as a lesson. “Under my thumb seems to be exactly the place you’re always so desperate to be.”

“Fuck,” Jack groans, a low hiss of air from between her clenched teeth.

Miranda grins in the dark. She’d been wrong, before. Jack had definitely been the right pick for this mission.

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