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All Along the Watchtower (Ch. 1)

This story takes place after the “All Along the Watchtower” ending of Cyberpunk 2077, so spoilers ahead.

NSFW fic, but not centered on smut.

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Silence hung over the camp, draped upon the nomads like dewed grass on a summer morning - naught but the gentle sound of air rustling through the bushes disturbed the encampment. The merry sounds of laughter and companionship drifting ever so slowly over the evening, fading away as one by one the members of the Aldecados said their farewells and returned to the seclusion of their tents.

V stood on the porch to her makeshift abode, leaning against a metal railing that had seen far too many summers, slowly weathered down through corrosive sandstorms. She felt the cold metal of a small container in her hands, running her fingers along the ornaments that adorned it. V gave a practiced flick, unlatching the cigarette case and allowing it to unfold. A few of Evelyn’s original cigarettes still remained. On more than one occasion, V had eyed those nicotine sticks, overwhelmed with the stresses of Night City that seemed to perpetually weigh down on her. Though, she wasn’t sure if that was her or Johnny that constantly itched for their chemical release. But she always felt like she couldn’t disturb them, in a way. Whether it was for hers or Judy’s sake, she didn’t really know. She would only pass Judy along the occasional smoke when she asked.

The creaking whine of buckling metal sheets prodded the gentle serenity of the cloudless night awake. V need not even turn her head before a knowing warmth crept about her waist, pulling her close, allowing her entire backside to be pulled into Judy’s caress. The sudden heat of Judy’s breath passing along her ear and neck sent a wave of ease through V. The muscles she had not even realized were taught began to slacken and the pestering thoughts that clouded her mind cleared.

Neither of the pair were quite sure how long they stood there, nor did they care. They were both free, truly free. Free of the accursed city that had claimed so many of their loved ones, the corruption and greed and hatred consuming them all. For the first time, they felt complete.

Judy’s voice, dancing soft whispers against V’s ears, sent shivers to her core, “I still never get used to how different the sky is all the way out here.” V followed Judy’s gaze upwards to the night sky.

“Looking up at it, I just get the overwhelming feeling to lie on our roof and get lost in the cosmos with you in my arms, wasting our nights away,” V mused, nuzzling her cheek against Judy’s.

“Makin’ up for lost time eh?” Judy joked.

“Something like that,” V muttered back, a smile across her lips. “It still blows my mind that something this amazing has eluded me my entire life.”

“Didja not get much starlight before you dove into Night City?” Judy questioned.

“Nah,” V replied, “the light pollution from NC was too intense, even out where the Nomads set up. Best we could see were the major stars and constellations,” she paused, “on a clear day, at least.”

“Makes me feel special,” Judy floated back, “to experience it all. Together.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” V replied.  

The pair stood by each others’ sides, pointing out particularly pretty stars or interesting shapes in the night sky. Each sparkling speck was given its own little personality and ecosystem, and they giggled and laughed at all the crazy alternate worlds that could possibly exist out there in the vast expanse of space.

“Hey, you see that big cluster of stuff right there?” V pointed to a particularly dense region of what she assumed were stars, “what do you think their story is?”

But her only response was the telltale slump of a Judy succumbing to the vestiges of exhaustion. Judy gingerly tugged the material of V’s long sleeve shirt, a silent request that V met. “Of course, hun,” V met Judy’s drooped eyes, half lidded, half clinging to the presence of her partner. Without another word, V placed a hand upon Judy’s back, and one in the cradle of her knees, scooping her up in a careful embrace. Judy’s fingers found purchase in V’s shirt, not so much for support, but to just feel more of this overwhelming being that she was blessed to have in her life.

Just as easily as she’d been picked up, Judy was placed down in bed. Each moment’s pass, Judy could feel the sleep take root, with every breath she felt herself sink lower and lower into comforting sleep, the soothing gaze of V’s eyes the only thing keeping her afloat. She looked up expectantly as V slid in beside her, bringing up their blankets to enclose them both. Judy could feel her guards slipping once more, overridden by the warmth of V’s presence.

“I…” she felt herself hesitating for the first time that night. Something caught her breath, her chest refused to give life to the words that wrestled within her heart. But before she could resolve the tension, V silenced her with pillowy lips, “Goodnight, Judy.”

***

Vulnerability, trust.

It was difficult to get used to the feeling again after everything fell apart the first time. To be trusted, to trust. To open yourself up to someone and have them share every piece of themselves with you. A piece of V died that day, when the Arasoka tower job fell through. She had never realized how much she had needed that closeness, how much she had missed it, until she began falling for Judy. The relic gave her a good distraction to ignore the incessant despair and loneliness. Every day she would wake up in one of the most populous cities on earth yet experience such soul-crushing isolation. It gave her a task to do, it was a matter of life and death. Nothing else mattered besides tracking down Hellman, or Hanako, or Evelyn. But her time with Judy cracked that facade.

And in her time in the Badlands helping the Aldecados, she couldn’t help feel jealous at times. The gnawing vice of self-doubt and isolation constantly weighed on her when she saw their family, albeit dysfunctional at times, together. Every night she would go to sleep questioning her own decision to leave her tribe, beaten back by the guilt of ‘losing’ the loved ones she’s made in Night City had she never made the journey.

Even now, as Judy lay next to her, wrapped up in her arms, she couldn’t help the fleeting thoughts that pinged the back of her head - someone close to you meant vulnerability, someone the bastards can take from you, or get to you through, someone for you to lose once more. It was a viscous feeling to wrestle with - live a miserable life of isolation yet remain safe from traumatic loss? Or open yourself to someone dear to you, but risk losing everything once more and fall even further into the black pit of despair that Night City lays out before you. Or even worse, lose yourself and leave them behind to suffer that miserable fate.

But even still, the thoughts were just that, fleeting. She did not care to entertain the thought of living life on the road without Judy, or anyone for that matter. She considered herself the luckiest person in Night City that she happened to be paired with Jackie Welles that fateful job, and now she considered herself infinitely more so now that she felt like she had a true family again, even if it meant dealing with Deshawn and Arasaka in the process. The loss of good people like Jackie, Saul, or Evelyn weighed down heavily upon V, but the lucky part about family is that they’re always going to be there to help share the burden.

V carefully ran each finger of her lover through her own. If she were still, V could detect the faint beat of Judy’s heart pumping blood to her finger tip, the rhythmic thump like a faint echo.

“I wish we could stay like this all day,” Judy called out softly, her voice laced with the gravely undertones of a night-owl caught in the morning.

V brought her lips against the bare shoulder before her, lingering, not wanting to break contact. “Hope I didn’t disturb your beauty sleep,” she said with similar exhaustion.

“Oh no, I’m a beut 24/7,” Judy instead took V’s hand in hers, bringing them to her lips and placing a kiss upon them.

“Oh yeah?” V’s lips curled up into a smile, “must explain why I can’t keep my hands off you.”

Judy lifted V’s arm up, just enough to allow her to maneuver, before flipping over to face V. Once again, she was caught off guard by her beauty, and it sent butterflies through her core merely gazing up into the half-lidded eyes of her lover. The feeling amplified as V brought a hand to her forehead, brushing aside the bedtime mess of a hairdo behind her ear.

“Y’know,” Judy began, “a little birdy told me it’s someone’s birthday.”

V rose an inquisitive eyebrow, “Oh yeah? And who’s that.”

Judy looked up at her with innocent eyes, “Oh, Misty and I have been talking lately~”

“Misty eh, she knows how much I don’t like to celebrate it. You haven’t been getting any ideas in that pretty head of yours have you?”

Judy looked off to the side, a cheeky grin on her face, “before I say anything else, I’d like to formally implicate Panam as well.”

“Tsk tsk, already placing blame. What am I going to do with you,” V said, climbing on top of Judy, pinning her arms to either side. Her hair fell gracefully over her face.

“Do what you must,” Judy said in a dramatic voice, “I have already won.”

“Later,” V closed the distance and placed a tender kiss on Judy’s lips, “let’s go and grab some breakfast mm?”

“Aww, you’re no fun,” Judy whined.

“I said later, not never,” V smirked, “c’mon.”

***

A dry heat radiated out from the fire pit, a bastion of warmth pushing against the encroaching cool of the desert evening. The mood was quiet, disturbed only by the crackling of wood and the melodious strings of the guitar. The familiar weight of Judy’s head rested upon V’s shoulders. Judy closed her eyes and listened closely, her ear pressed against V’s skin, to feel the soothing rumble of V’s hummed melody. Together they swayed, it had been a perfect day for V, a day with family.

She saw Panam get up and move next to her, a glowing smile upon her face. “Now I know you don’t like doing stuff for your birthday, but we all wanted to give you something. As thanks for being such an important part of our family.”

“Ah jeez, I don’t know what to say,” V replied with a nervous chuckle.

“It was Judy’s idea, I just sort-of ran with it.” Panam smirked.

“Sounds about right,” V chuckled.

Panam reached back into her pocket and pulled out a small shard, thrusting it forward.

“What’s this?” V questioned, reaching out and taking it.

“You’ll see,” Panam replied.

V placed the chip in her slot and the files began uploading.

She felt Judy take her right hand in hers. The chip displayed an image - no, a video. Viktor. Working in his shop.

“Hey V!” his familiar voice filled her ears, as if she were standing right there next to him. “How’s life out there in the desert? You gettin’ some sun, some fresh air in those lungs? Don’t forget to get yourself a checkup every once and a while. Any dust or dirt gets under that insulation, you’re done. ‘Course, decent ripper’s harder to find out there than a four-star hotel. So actually - how ‘bout you just stop by when you’re back in the city, hm? Think I could swing a little discount for an old regular like you… ‘Till next time V.”

V hadn’t realized until after his message came to a close that she was already bawling - tears streaming down her face, clutching Judy’s hand tightly. God, she had missed Viktor. He had been there for her every single step of the way, through all the good but especially all the bad. She chuckled through shaky breath, that’s just the kind of message bashful ol’ Vik would send too.

But soon after the message closed, another appeared. It was Mama Welles. Then after her, Mitch, then Judy, then Misty. All people who had been so influential in her struggles through Night City. As Misty’s message, proclaiming a wonderful life ahead, came to a close, V was a complete mess. Her friends held her close, Panam leaning on her left shoulder and Judy her right. They gave her time to work through all the complex emotions she was going through. “I’m so lucky,” she stuttered through her breaths, “to have all of you.”

“Nah V,” came Judy’s smooth voice, “we’re lucky to have you .” She kissed V’s cheek and whispered, “Happy birthday babe.”

“Thanks, Judy. Thanks Panam, just…” she paused, “thank you every single one of you,” she looked around the bonfire circle at the other Aldecados.

And there Judy and V sat, letting the bonfire slowly wane over the hour as the others slowly began to return to their tents for a night’s sleep. Not a word was said, they didn’t need to. It wasn’t until the dying light of the fire dwindled to gentle cinders in ash did V finally break the silence, “I couldn’t have asked for a better gift.”

“I know,” Judy replied, “nothing better than family.” She allowed the silence to linger, “Though, I did have one more thing. From me to you.”

“Judy,” V whined, “you’ve already done so much for me today, you really didn’t need to.”

“Hush now,” Judy shushed, removing herself from V’s shoulder and standing up, holding V’s hand. “Come with me.”

V stood, her legs aching from inaction, and followed Judy’s lead back to their room. It was dimly lit, with colorful mood lights giving her eyes a gentle embrace. V knew where this was going, “Don’t remember seeing a bow wrapped around you.”

Judy let out a little chuckle, “Pssh. Later.” She pointed to the bed, “Sit, I got something for you.”

V obediently did as she was told, taking off her boots and tossing them to the side, getting comfortable. “You know how in my message, just then, I was talking about how I’m bad talking about my feelings?”

“Yeah..” V said.

“Well, after I recorded that, I came up with something that maybe can help you understand. It seems so obvious lookin’ back.”

V tilted her head in curiosity, before Judy pulled out the braindance headset. Then, it clicked.

“I uh, went and scrolled something for you. I went through to make sure nothing went wrong with the recording, but I didn’t edit anything. So, what’s in there is what’s in here,” she poked at her chest.

“Judy… I don’t know what to say,” V said.

“Heh. Apparently neither did I, which is why I wanted to do this.” Judy sat herself besides V and handed her the headset. “I’ll be here the entire time, if you want to do this.”

“Of course, Judy. This means so much to me.” V put the headset on and leaned back on the mattress as Judy looked over her. When she looked up at Judy, she noticed some of the classic tells she gave off when she was nervous - her bottom lip caught between her teeth, the rhythmic tap of her foot, a hand continuously sweeping through her hair. V outstretched a hand to Judy, who readily took it in her own.

V started up the BD, and instantly the lights began their sequence, whisking her away.

She was a bit disoriented, but she felt something very familiar to what she had before. She was in bed, warmth clutching her, surrounding her. She felt the light tickle of breath against the nape of her neck. But it ran deeper than that, it was more than physical. She felt things, familiar, but different. She felt… free. Safe. Loved. Like she would be protected from every problem in the world, as if she had finally escaped the tangled and matted web that controlled her for so long. And then she turned around.

And she saw V, and her heart fluttered. Her breath hitched, her pulse quickened. She caught the bottom of her lip between her teeth. It was as if she fell in love again each time she looked upon V’s face, her face. She felt a thousand different emotions at once, part of her wanted to jump V’s bones, and the other simply wanted to gaze upon her striking features for hours.

This moment was perfect. She was perfect, and she didn’t want to ever let go.

And then, it was over. V felt herself come out of the trance. She was back in her own shoes, a bit disoriented. Judy was looking down upon her, nervous as ever, grasping her hand.

V removed the headset and surged forward, embracing Judy in a passionate kiss.

“I love you,” Judy whispered, a pleading request.

“I fucking love you too,” V replied, taking Judy once more. Judy was hers, and she was Judy’s. Their lips were like fire, emblazoned with passion. Each kiss along each others’ lips and jaw leaving smouldering marks of love. They breathed and moaned out as they found purchase upon one another as hands began to roam across each others’ bodies. Nothing could fulfill the desire each other felt, so they grasped and clutched for more and more .

Without breaking their kiss, V scooped Judy up and placed her down on the bed, straddling her. Judy instantly wrapped her legs around V and brought her close. V leaned in and found the crook of Judy’s neck. Judy moaned out and held V there, urging her to never let go. But V had other plans, unclasping the straps over Judy’s favorite suspenders and rolling them off. Then followed her shirt straps, slowly unfurling until Judy’s chest lay bare, her excitement visible. Judy looked up to V, pleading with her eyes.

“God,” V muttered under her breath, “you’re so fucking hot.”

Judy’s flustered smile turned into a gasp as V took a nipple in her mouth, her fingers capturing the other. Judy shot a hand through V’s hair, more as a handhold than a guiding hand. V would be taking the reins for now, and Judy would be putty in her hands. Each soft mewling and gasp for air sent electricity through V’s core. She wanted more.

Every inch she descended down brought more sounds prowling out of Judy. As she reached the end of Judy’s expanse, where skin met clothing once more, she looked up to Judy. She was going to get her way.

She was met with a wordless request for more - Judy’s face was lined with desperation. But V wanted to hear how much she needed it, how much she wanted to be taken then and there. A wordless response was given to a silent request, as V looked up with a knowing smirk and raised eyebrow.

“Please,” was all Judy could muster, drawn out with longing.

“We both know you can do better than that, babe.”

“God V, fucking please.” Judy cried out as V teased a passing hand over her crotch.

“Good girl,” V cooed. She carefully unfurled Judy’s overalls, bit by bit exposing Judy’s tender skin to the air, revealing goosebumps.

V lazily placed kisses along each inch of skin. As she reached Judy’s pelvis, she began to feel the excitement and needy response as Judy began to push into V to get more than V’s oh-so-gentle contact. But V saw it fit to torture the poor women.

V had to hold herself back from going straight for Judy’s sex. As much as she wanted it, right now she wanted to see Judy become unraveled under her, to watch her become needy and desperate for release. Instead, V began to work around Judy’s inner thighs, oh so cheekily dancing around the throbbing wetness. The eruption of eager moans were music to her ears as she continued. But she didn’t stop there, V began to move away and travel further down.

“Nooo,” Judy whimpered, reaching out after V’s descending head, finding nothing.

“Oh?” V cooed with a knowing smile, “is there something you needed?”

“Fuck, V,” Judy vented.

“Well yes, that’s the idea.”

“ Please ,” Judy responded more forcefully than the last time, “I need this. Please.”

“Now how can I say no to that,” V quickly returned back and began rolling down Judy’s pair of cotton panties, no longer wanting to waste any more time on teasing or foreplay. With them finally loose and discarded, V placed a loving kiss at the sole of Judy’s feet before returning.

V brought her tongue along Judy’s sex. Judy gasped out and immediately found purchase within V’s soft locks. V sent shockwaves through Judy’s body with each brushing pass of her tongue over Judy’s clit. Judy’s toes crinkled and unfurled as she tried to comprehend the pleasure coursing through her body, her legs writhed left and right. With every second she desired more, needed more. Her motions began to reflect the base hunger that surged through her as she began to grind back into V’s waiting maw.

Judy’s rut continued until she felt herself reach the tipping point, and her entire body flexed and ached as she came unraveled, her hips arching up, seeking every single ounce of pressure possible against V’s deft tongue. V eased Judy through her through her orgasm, letting her partner use her almost as a toy, letting her grind and push against her as her body convulsed.

Soon after, Judy began to relax and collapsed back onto the mattress. Beads of sweat lined her body, slowly rising and falling to the tune of her slowing breath. She brought a hand and swept it through the hair that had begun sticking to her forehead. She looked down to a smiling V.

“I will never get tired of seeing that,” V cooed, running a hand along her messy jawline, wiping it dry, before crawling up Judy’s exhausted body and looking her in the eyes. Judy bridged the distance and immediately pressed her lips against V’s. The two embraced for what felt like hours, allowing the emotional high last for as long as possible until their kiss became slow and methodical. Judy accented their embrace as she caught V’s bottom lip in her teeth, before slowly moving away. V let out a small whimper, attempting to follow Judy’s retreat, but she was pushed back up by Judy’s hand.

“Time for the birthday girl to get some love, hmm?” Judy smirked. With a smooth motion, she rotated them both so that Judy was on top. “I think you’re a little overdressed,” she smirked. Judy began by stripping V’s shirt, and gave her left nipple a small love bite before traversing down to her skintight pants.

“What have we here,” Judy cooed as she pressed a hand against the prominent bulge of V’s cock, aching against the straining fabric, “it feels so angry~”

“It’s cause you were such a tease today,” V gasped, thinking back to the sneaky flashes and glancing touches Judy subjected her to throughout the day.

“Revenge for this morning,” Judy replied smoothly. But now was no time for prolonged torture, they both knew what they needed. Judy deftly unzipped V’s jeans, and helped her shimmy out of their tight embrace.

V’s cock stood rigid at attention, pulsing with need and want. Normally Judy would like to have spent a good while making V desperate for her before finally giving in, but neither of them could stand to wait a single second more. Judy carefully straddled V’s hip and aligned her cock before making her descent. Both exhaled deep, low growls as Judy sheathed herself to the hilt.

V’s hands began to roam across Judy’s hips, letting her fingers squeeze down and grab, making slow pushes and pulls that sent electricity through her cock. Judy gently collapsed on V and took her lips against hers once more. Together they maintained a slow and steady grind, their passionate kiss only to be interrupted by sudden moans and gasps of pleasure, as each brought the other closer and closer to the edge.

With each slow thrust, they began to get increasingly impatient, as each began to feel the edge draw near. V’s hips became less and less disciplined and Judy responded in turn. Their rhythm became disjointed and out of sync, fueled by sheer desperation, until Judy pushed down one last time and came undone. She gasped and her entire body tensed up, bringing V along with her. Together they unraveled, sweeping each other in their arms and bracing themselves through the electricity that seemed to pass through each others’ bodies. Judy moans were muffled in the crook of V’s neck as V deposited her seed with short but powerful thrusts.

They remained in each other's embrace, their skin flushed red and their hearts racing. V could not help the tears that formed in her eyes. Before she could blink or swipe them away, Judy noticed and looked down with worry. V closed her eyes and shook her head with a smile on her face, understanding the worry in Judy’s eyes. “I’m okay, Judy. I just fucking love you, is all.”

Judy let out a silent laugh, a light-hearted exhale of relief, “I love you, V,” she said, before leaning down once more to press her lips against V’s.

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Guilty As Charged - Violating House Arrest

Summary: On the television screen, Akechi was the charming Detective Prince with a captivating smile. In the walls of your apartment, he was the warden who kept you captive with a smile.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/Akechi

I SAID THIS BEFORE AND I’LL SAY IT AGAIN: I CANNOT TRUST ATLUS WITH DUDES THAT HAVE LONG, BROWN HAIR. AND ONES WHO ARE DETECTIVES

ANYHOW

I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

**Warning: this one-shot contains themes of unhealthy relationship behavior and possessiveness

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A home was where one could free to be themselves.

Hidden away from the eyes of others, the walls of one’s abode allowed a person to have to put on any facade. Indulgence–however slovenly and/or decadent–was permitted, because who else was there to make a commotion about it?

Your apartment was where you could allow your shoulders to unwind, not having to concern yourself about putting up any appearances. Any secrets kept would be silently disclosed within the privacy of your room.

And yet…

This place was your home as it was your cage.

Or as the person whom you co-habited this apartment with would hum with a playful smile:

This apartment was where you would serve out a lifelong sentence in house arrest.

Though, he insisted that he was kind enough to allow you to live your life normally. Being cooped up inside wouldn’t be fun at all. The only requirements that you must adhere to was to follow his requests whenever he uttered them to you.

Somehow they always went along the lines of,

“Don’t talk to that guy person. Don’t even think about him them. Come home right now because the thought of you spending time with him makes me sick.”

One may wonder where someone could have the audacity to control who were allowed to talk to, but what could you say?

He was the judge who handed down your sentence. He was the warden who made sure you were an upstanding inmate.

Much like now, with your wrists handcuffed behind your back. You were naked, your skin marred by fingers and lips that never seemed to be satisfied, especially around your neck, chest, and inner-thighs. Your face was flushed and hot, having endured a near full night of punishment, all because you failed to abide by your warden’s rules.

Though, the wet, throbbing ache between your thighs was testament to how pleasure was still found amidst all the pain, especially since he had his cock fully sheathed inside of you.

For now, any delights were meant to only be savored by your warden, who kept you confined to his lap while he remained seated upon the bed, all within view of the large mirror positioned right before you both. He didn’t bother changing out of the clothes he wore out today, for anything that would take time away from delivering your punishment was simply out of the question.

His hands–still in his favorite pair of leather gloves–remained situated upon one of your hips and on your bound wrists, keeping you still while controlling the rhythm that you may seek pleasure from. Hearing you beg with moans and whimpers amidst the handcuffs clinking around was as euphoric to him as he had you bounce up and down his cock.

You felt the heat of his breath once his lips hovered by your ear. “These handcuffs seemed to be meant for your pretty wrists. Honestly, I don’t see why I even bother to ever remove them,” he tsked with a click of his tongue, the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“You know how I’ve had my eye on you for so long,” he hummed, nuzzling against your neck with affection, taking in your scent, the sensation of your skin against his face. “Truly it was a test of my patience to see you waste your time with pitiful wretches like the Phantom Thieves–especially that leader of theirs.”

His name was ripped from your lips in a cry as he sank you down hard upon his cock, his hips raised to meet yours fully. The hand that was on your wrists moved to cup your chin, making sure that you faced forward, to see how you were presented and displayed so lewdly, all the while the look in his eyes was just so wild and frenzied, matched with the wickedness in his grin.

He was a devil all right.

But then again, Lucifer was said to have been beautiful.

“Look at yourself–look at us! The way we’re joined, the way how you’re bound to me, the way I’m intertwined with you–no one, absolutely no one can ever get in between us!” He snarled, relinquishing your chin in favor of seizing your hips with both hands. Knowing that you would comply, he wasted not a moment more to pound your core with his cock, a ravenousness that made him less dignified and composed than a judge or a warden, but more like an executioner.

Though you know he wouldn’t dare to harm you.

Beneath everything–all the twisted layers that obscured yet made him the person he was–you knew there was something much more vulnerable and human lying underneath.

The way he thrust up into you was not out of something meant to reprimand, but to desperately seek and cling to.

“Tell me that you love being here! Tell me that–” So wrapped up in his euphoria and his emotions that he was having a hard time being comprehensible, a similar phenomenon reflected by you by the way your mouth hung open with moans and you satisfied you were just by relinquishing any control and letting him do as he pleased.

“Tell me that you love me!”

You accepted your sentence long ago. You were determined to abide by the warden’s rules as much as you could.

“I love you, Akechi!”

A cry for a cry.

Mirror be damned. He didn’t want to see you through a reflection, rather, he wanted to witness your pleasure for himself–as he always did. The positions were flipped, you were on your back, wrists bound both by handcuffs and his hand while he pinned them over your head. He loomed above you, kissing your everywhere he possibly could while he drove his cock into you, hoping for this moment–as he always did–to last a little longer, to be united with you for as much as he could.

But with the release of euphoria comes the end.

Not to your unity, however.

He was clinging to you while he laid by your side with a tight embrace, having near ripped off his clothes in his need to remained as intimately connected with you as possible. Having been freed of the handcuffs your arms wrapped around him securely, all while you brought your fingers through long, damp chestnut brown locks.

Those wickedly corrupt, daunting facades of his were gone now.

A judge did not crave to kiss a guilty defendant. A warden did not cling to an inmate while sleeping side by side.

He was more than that to you.

Distorted as his heart was, he always offered it to you on a platter–practically begging for you to take it.

He was your boyfriend.

He was your lover.

He was–

Akechi Goro is your lover.

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The NCAA has never had control

The NCAA’s stated mission is simple, and yet it keeps finding ways to undermine itself. Here is the organization’s impotence in two acts.

College football and college basketball are important earners for most Division I schools, and also help line the coffers of the NCAA, which stands to benefit from healthy, flourishing programs. But no year in recent memory had more public scandal or incompetence in NCAA lore than this one. Here we have the flaccidity of the NCAA, in two acts.

College sports have never had anyone in charge: A college football take

By: Jason Kirk

“There is no one in charge in college football. There likely never will be. One lie leading to another forms the bridge the present takes to the future.”

I don’t know how many times I’ve quoted that first sentence, from the 2011 edition of Spencer Hall’s annual season-opening essay on college football.

Six years later, it’s as apparent as ever: There is still no one in charge.

It’s not just that there likely never will be, though — there never has been. Organized, institutionalized, mass-produced college sports began when some New Jersey boys played a game somewhere between rugby and ultra-violent soccer in 1869. Rutgers, whose star was a wounded Civil War veteran, won. Princeton, captained by a future state Supreme Court Chief Justice, lost. Rutgers students chased Princeton’s players out of town. No one was in charge.

Almost four decades later, amid concerns by longtime football fan President Teddy Roosevelt after on-field deaths, the thing that would become the NCAA finally formed. Meanwhile, innovators like Walter Camp had been semi-reluctantly morphing the game into what we recognize as football, bending both to public outcry and tactical needs as coaches. No one was in charge.

The sport’s postseason grew from a parade invitational in Pasadena to dozens of meaningless bowls to bowls determining national championships. In 1978, Division I football split, with the lower half putting the NCAA in charge of its postseason. As for the upper half, which tried having computers and the media handle it and has since given the job to a silent room of suits: No one has ever been in charge.

For the NCAA, March Madness money soared. Its only role in major college football was to oversee its own rulebook. That ever-expanding document ensures athletes in all sports can work toward postseason events bearing NCAA sponsor branding, all without the athlete having to hassle with money of his or her own. The courts took decades to really start scrutinizing this, because no one was in charge.

The NCAA’s president makes Roger Goodell look like Adam Silver and isn’t even worth naming here. The organization’s one job — self-assigned — yields little more than reliably contradictory judgments that punish college athletes for meals, clothes, travel, and lodging, and usually not even the athletes who dared to accept a ride to the airport, but their predecessors at the same school. The NCAA spends years at a time doing this, ensnaring athletes at multiple colleges along the way, because no one is in charge.

Amateurism, brain injury, the higher education bubble, changes in live sports consumption by fans, demographic shifts, the end of the world, other legal challenges — take your pick. A hundred things have been bearing down on the booming, crooked, beautiful, staggering, heartbreaking, half-finished American beast since the beginning.

No one is in charge of college sports. It’s been true since day one, but 2017 was the year everyone realized it.

The NCAA can’t even uphold its stated values: A college basketball tale

By: Mike Rutherford

On Oct. 13, the NCAA confirmed the long-held suspicions of cynics and realists across the country that it would not, in any way, be punishing the North Carolina men’s basketball program. This announcement came despite overwhelming evidence that numerous Tar Heel players had been steered toward sham courses since at least 1997.

The case resonated with the sports world for reasons beyond the fact that UNC can claim six college basketball national championship seasons, including the most recent. It resonated because the issue in question struck at the facade that the NCAA has hid behind since its inception:

This is all about education. This is all about degrees. This is all about aiding the progress of our country. This is all about the kids.

The NCAA’s logic in choosing not to punish North Carolina was essentially twofold. First, it said that the courses in question were available to the entire UNC student body, not just student athletes. Therefore, the classes — even if they did fail to meet the threshold of accepted standards for higher education — were not a special benefit to these players.

Second, the NCAA’s bylaws don’t allow it to judge the validity of a college course. If they did, it would create a dangerous situation in which the NCAA is determining whether courses suitable for credit at, say, Summit League schools hold equal value to those offered at Harvard.

In sum, there was obvious academic fraud going down for nearly two decades at North Carolina, but the NCAA decided that it was an issue that should be handled by the Southern Association of Colleges and Schools. (Editor’s note: SACS did briefly look into the North Carolina situation and ultimately chose not to punish the school, instead opting to apologize to the UNC Chancellor for the “anxiety” that their interest in the matter had caused).

When the NCAA gave its final word on UNC, it was also preparing to rule on Braxton Beverly, an NC State transfer from Ohio State.

Beverly, a talented 6-foot guard, had originally signed to play college basketball for the Buckeyes. Unlike the majority of freshmen headed for the hardwood, Beverly took the ambitious step of enrolling in classes that May so he could get a head start on his degree.

In June, the college basketball world was shocked when OSU announced that it had fired longtime head coach Thad Matta. This left Beverly, who had committed to the Buckeyes almost entirely for the chance to play for Matta, in an odd spot. He asked for his release in June, and after it was granted, he signed with NC State.

According to NCAA rules, any player who transfers schools as an undergraduate has to sit out a year of competition. Because Beverly had just started classes at Ohio State, he was ineligible to play as a true freshman for the Wolfpack — unless the NCAA granted him a waiver. Beverly seemed like exactly the sort of case that deserved an exemption. After all, he was only in that predicament because he took his academics more seriously than most.

Just about two hours after making its announcement regarding North Carolina, the NCAA officially denied Beverly’s waiver. He would have to sit out the entire 2017-18 season ... because he went to class.

Beverly appealed the ruling, but the NCAA denied him once again Oct. 30 despite widespread outrage. Then, on Nov. 14, the NCAA announced that it had once again reviewed Beverly’s situation, and that based on “additional information” had decided to let the freshman play in 2017-18. No word on what that “additional information” included has ever been brought to light.

It might have been the least-impressive figurative muscle flexing in the history of sports.

The UNC and Beverly fiascos beautifully illustrate the NCAA’s ability to regulate.

Two decades of academic fraud involving one of America’s most prestigious universities and one of college athletics’ most prominent programs? Not only do we wish we could do more, but we actually can’t do anything. A good player who wants to go from one good basketball program to another despite attending a couple of classes at the first of those two institutions? Let’s try to force that kid to sit out the season and turn him into a national story.

It might have been the least-impressive figurative muscle flexing in the history of sports.

All the NCAA did was prove it is useless in any positive sense. It defined itself as an entity whose only values are the enforcement of dubious regulations, and serving as a barrier between human beings and the compensation with which their work should be rewarded.

The NCAA’s inability to uphold its stated purpose was further driven home during the FBI’s probe into college basketball.

For years, the underbelly of slimy agents, shoe company influence, and payments to recruits had been college basketball’s worst-kept secret. For anyone who wishes to argue otherwise, check out Blue Chips (or at least read the plot section on its Wikipedia page) and note that the movie was released in 1994.

That gunk was finally surfaced by a bait trap dropped not by the NCAA, but by the FBI. The Bureau spent multiple years infiltrating the world of amateur basketball and obtaining hard evidence that shoe companies, agents, and college coaches have been working together to pay the families of America’s top recruits to get them to play for certain schools. In all, 10 men — including four assistants, all from power conference schools — were arrested.

In the weeks that followed, multiple assistant coaches, as well as Louisville’s Hall of Fame head coach Rick Pitino, were fired from their jobs. Internal investigations across the country resulted in a handful of players being held from action at the start of the 2017-18 season. Those investigations, as well as the FBI’s investigation, are ongoing and should continue to pull back the curtain concealing college basketball’s uglier side. It’s the first real and effective effort that has ever been made to clean up a problem that people have been complaining about for decades.

And what role has the NCAA played in this effort?

Photo by Joe Robbins/Getty Images

During the three years that the FBI was infiltrating the underworld of college basketball, the NCAA was unaware that any sort of investigation was taking place. They have since pledged to stay completely out of the FBI’s way until its investigation has concluded. You know, because involving the body that’s supposed to handle this type of thing seems like the only way this probe could fall apart.

You probably had some sneaking suspicion before 2017 that the NCAA was useless, but this was the year that put to bed any doubt. Until college athletics undergoes either an overhaul or a mass exodus, the NCAA will continue to do more harm than good for those it claims to be serving.

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The Most Beautiful Boogie Man

Summary: Ardyn knows you. But you don’t know him. Not anymore that is. In a life before, the two of you bathed in the light together, happy and earnestly in love with one another. Now, he can only watch you from the shadows, all the while his fantasies of you--so wretched yet longing--consume and tear at him.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/Ardyn 

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HELLO EVERYONE! As much as I like to tease my best friend for her being so enamored with Ardyn, I must admit that he’s a delight to write for~! We were talking about FFXV, and *SPOILERS* she brought up the idea of Izunia looking exactly like Noctis, all the while behaving the way how Ardyn currently does. Paired with the influence of Yasiin Bey’s “The Boogie Man Song”, I was greatly inspired to write and complete this following piece! 

It’s certainly different from what I usually write on this blog, but I am pleased with the result and I do sincerely hope you all enjoy it!

*Links to Chapter 5 of “I’ll Say ‘I Love You’ Until We Get Along”

**Links to the next follow-up chapter of “I’ll Say ‘I Love You’ Until We Get Along”

**Warning: this one-shot contains spoilers and themes of somnophilia

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To an immortal, sleep was a luxury, rather than a necessary function.

Whereas the world turned to slumber, those who resisted time were left wide awake, wondering how to best spend another meaningless second.

Boredom didn't even begin to describe Ardyn's immortality. Well, a more off-handed way of explaining his state, his inability to succumb to death.

Time to do anything and everything soon became worthless, a mere constant annoyance that nagged at him incessantly. To be surrounded by kings and the common folk who strived to somehow remain eternal made him laugh.

Loudly.

Maniacally.

Bitterly.

Fools. All of them.

Especially to those who would go so far as to sacrifice loved ones, or hell, even themselves.

A swing and a miss at its finest.

But tonight he finally had something to do.

Especially after centuries of searching for this particular new activity.

All this time, he spent his years, plotting for vengeance, desperate for release. Behind the smarmy yet charismatic facade he perfected was a hollow emptiness that had been festering within him all this time. For whatever was once there--that heart of his, he supposed--was ripped out of his chest and pierced right before his very eyes.

And yet, it was with a casual glance that he found reason to be fulfilled.

The surprise attack on Insomnia proved to be successful. With the Crystal pilfered, there was no reason to really linger around. Though, watching what would have been once his dear Lucians trying to flee and evacuate the city in a crazed terror filled him with satisfaction.

Mildly.

However, what truly caught his eye--and what lingered heavily in his mind throughout the day--was during the signing of the farce of a peace treaty between Lucis and Niflheim. It was for a brief moment, but as he and Emperor Aldercapt were escorted to the meeting room, for the first moment in a long time was Ardyn taken aback.

Around the vicinity of the Citadel, he could see members of the Crownsguard patrolling around the area. Though stoic, he could feel their contempt towards him and the rest of Niflheim's representatives. The glare that was sent his way by Cor the Immortal--god, what a joke--as he passed by made him grin and bow his head in mock-reverence.

But, what made him do a double-take was the person walking alongside Cor, quietly murmuring to him in a hushed tone.

You.

Here you were again.

If there was anything that he--in the entirety of his existence--ever wanted, it was you.

The one who gave the world any value. The one who made life worth living. The one who made death appealing.

How long had it been since the two of you were separated?

The question remained in his mind all throughout the his calm departure from Insomnia's burning ruins. He would've wanted to immediately approach you as soon as he laid eyes on you, stealing you away to make you his again, but that would've made all that he plotted to do in these past centuries all the more meaningless.

It would've made seeking vengeance upon your behalf worthless, and there was nothing that he hungered for quite as much.

At the very least, the stage was set and the actors were about to be shoved into the spotlight for the very first time. The show was to begin, albeit with an unexpected casting decision, a surprise revision to the script.

Though, at this point, he didn't really mind spoilers.

"An impatient traveler" was half a lie, half a truth.

He had been waiting to reveal himself to Noctis and his band of merry fools, but he was eager to speed the process, for he had to seek you out. With all the intel at his disposal--easily by Niflheim's power, even child's play by his power--he wouldn't have any issue with tracking you down, or even twist things along to have you come running into his arms without realizing you would be caged in.

Fate had a way to intervene and allow for the latter to happen before he could plan things fully.

He had been keeping tabs on you while plotting for your inevitable reunion. Cor and other top officials of the Crownsguard had survived, and were intending to have Noctis to go seek out the Royal Arms. Though, not only would Cor give Noctis direction on where to go next, he would have you join him and his friends as well.

The suggestion wasn't denied. You and Noctis were close, even if you apparently kept a low profile throughout your life, your interactions with the prince during high school inspiring you to enlist in the Crownsguard.

Things can work out so simply yet in the most asinine manner.

To Ardyn, you were in no position to be in the Crownsguard.

Royalty shouldn't be serving royalty.

From when he knew you, in the life you spent with him back then, you were his queen. In the time of when Starscourage went rampant and left the world in shambles, nothing brought more hope to all across the lands than the kind, gracious King and Queen of Lucis, whose unconditional love for one another was generously shared with all those who sought it.

With the slow yet undetected corruption of his body, you cradled him in your arms, murmuring nothing but gentle words of your heartfelt affection for him. After a long day's work spent healing the afflicted, even the most benevolent needed rest.

Thus was fitting that he visited you while you slept, exhausted after conquering one of Niflheim's imperial bases in Cleigne. Here, in the quiet stillness of this Lestallum hotel suite was you at your most vulnerable.

Admittedly, it was amusing to see his pacifist queen draw a weapon in order to fight for her kingdom. The way you handled yourself in battle was with a grace that was dazzling, and a fierceness that was fatal.

Even with the few encounters with you previously--all with Noctis and his friends in close attendance--he considered this moment to be your true reunion. After all, rather than him carrying on the facade of Chancellor and you of whatever this false identity that you had been tricked into possessing, he could speak to you--the Queen of Lucis--as your King Ardyn Lucis Caelum.

You wouldn't give him the time of day, so what better chance to approach you than at night, especially with the other four out in Lestallum to restock while relaxing after such a grueling excursion from the afternoon. The room was completely dark, save for the small lampstand on your bedside.

How one could sleep with the light on was beyond him, but given the context of the world as it was now, there was no question:

It was meant to keep monsters like him at bay.

Laughable.

"I wonder..." He broke the silence in the room, his voice hoarse from not speaking for a few long moments while he beheld you in your current state. "...what must you be dreaming of to give you such a peaceful expression, my love."

His lips quirked into a grin as he approached the bed, reaching for his coat and scarf to remove them. He intended on staying for a while, so he may as well get comfortable.

Lestallum was always brutally hot and humid, and even with the air conditioning in your hotel suite, you were still dressed down as minimally as possible. Rather than the most luxurious of silk to drape over your skin, instead you were in a pair of small sleeping shorts and a tank top that seemed to have gathered in the middle, your chest and stomach bared during your sleep.

To lick his lips or gulp at the sight?

It wasn't like him to feel conflicted.

Did he want to stare at you with reverence, or ogle you as he pleased?

The answer hung in the air as another option--to simply lay beside you--was added and selected. By now, he wasn't undressing to get comfortable, but rather to be able to take in as much of you as he could. His hands would do all the work, of course, but he wouldn't allow anything--especially clothes--to get in the way of his bare skin to feel your body heat radiate off of you.

Pitiful or depraved?

There was no one else who could draw out these questions, these emotions out of him.

He laid beside you, as exposed as he could be. All throughout your rest, he saw you as vulnerable, but now, beside you, the word seemed to describe him perfectly, even if he was succumbing to voyeurism.

Gingerly, he reached forward, grabbing the hem of your top before slowly tugging it down. While your stomach was covered, his knuckles brushed over the warmth of its surface. He let out a groan at the delicate heat before doing to same for the neckline of your top. Tugging it upward, he relished in the back of his fingers running against your chest.

You shivered.

"Was that me, or the air conditioning, my sweet?" He murmured after leaning forward to meet your ear. Teasing as his tone was, there was an unquestionable bittersweet tinge to it. "You know I know how to elicit all of those delightful little reactions from you--like no one ever could."

He wished you could answer back.

He wished you would talk to him.

He wished you returned to him.

Even when stricken with immortality, Ardyn was left exposed.

To rumor, to distrust, to hatred.

While seeking to rid the world of Starscourge, there was a king who wished to seize the throne, to take everything that the ever so benevolent king had to offer the world. Jealousy at its most rampant, there couldn't have been a better opportunity than to turn the very people who adored their ruler against him.

Izunia was the name.

But when all lost faith in him, who else but you, his beloved queen, to stay so stubbornly loyal to him.

He was only doing what was right for the world. Truly, he meant no harm. An outright twisted, unfortunate consequence for simply wishing happiness and peace to all.

That man was your husband and you would do anything for his sake.

But there were rumors, fears that if the queen was to remain by his side--and become inflicted with Starscourge--there was a possibility that some kind of new daemons would be born, albeit under the disguise of a human, one that could blend seamlessly into the world.

Separation.

Rip apart.

The mob was forming and there was only so much you could do when the world and its gods shunned you and the man you loved.

Ignorance never was so infuriating.

The immortality brought on by the Starscourge wasn't fully realized that day when Ardyn awoke to see you gone. For months, the two of you had been wandering across Lucis, wondering what to do, where to go. There was no immediate answer to those questions, but he never felt alone so as long as you were there.

But you could see his agony, his despair.

You just wanted to see your lover happy once more.

There was a note left beside him.

I will go to Tennebrae to seek an audience with the gods. When they see all that you've done for the world, my Ardyn, they will realize the error of the Crystal's judgment. I will make them see.

The very ones who were so cruel to allow a reunion like this to occur.

What had become of him, right now? What reduced him to the pathetic fool who could not rouse you from your sleep, instead to simply touch himself while lying beside you?

Did he want to indulge in fantasy where he could subject you to the depravity that he had sunken to, or think back that moment when he swore to himself that he would seek vengeance upon the world?

You never did make it to Tennebrae. The mob of ignorant, fearful Lucians were there instead, ready to cast out any blight of the Starscourge. Apparently, the King Izunia was quite the influential speaker.

And apparently, the Starscourge gave him more than just an accursed body, one that immediately turned hollow and void the moment he saw your still form slumped on the harbor floor.

But now here he was, next to you at your most tranquil state.

The sound of your steady breathing drew out euphoria, the rise and fall of your chest a pleasure that he thought was forever lost.

And yet, the you that was now beside him was different. You were the version that swore passionately to remain at the side of the True King, of that brat who was undeniably a carbon copy of Izunia.

Ardyn could hear the gods laughing away at his expense, their cackling rousing a silent but menacing fury that bubbled within him, which in turn was meant to mask the anguish he truly felt.

It was why, at least for tonight, he could indulge himself in your presence. There was no other place he'd rather be at this moment.

Ardyn was more than capable of making you his once again at this moment. The power to do so wasn't merely at his fingertips, but like that of muscle memory. He had grown fond in being the cause for corruption--especially pure, innocent things.

You shifted in your sleep, seemingly restless for a moment before you ended up facing him, even leaning slightly forward. The movement of your body caused your top to shift downwards yet again, breasts slightly spilling out. A moan escaped you as you continued to rest, falling back in near silent slumber at your newfound comfort.

With one hand still stroking his cock, Ardyn brought his face closer to yours. How he wished to fully close the gap between the two of you with a kiss.

"Since when were you so keen on teasing me, darling?" He purred huskily while eyeing your lips. What heightened arousal was either between the extremes of fucking your mouth, or hearing you breathlessly call out his name and how much you loved him. "Do you think I'm not onto your little plot? How naughty of you. You must know what you're doing to me now, yes? Don't think I'll be as nice to you as I was before~"

But could he bring himself to punish you?

On one hand, yes, for all the times he heard you utter his name with complete contempt, as though "Ardyn" was poison to your tongue. And yet, wouldn't he also be just rejoiced to have you pay attention to him with your love and affection?

His breathing grew labored while the wet strokes of his cock became more frantic, needy.

"Open your eyes, my love. Look at me."

Your eyes remained shut.

"Kiss me. Don't you miss your king?"

Your lips remained closed.

"Love me. Yield your heart and body to me."

Your body remained still.

A bitter smirk broke onto his features, sweat on his brow, his breath labored, "You wicked little thing..."

The opportunity to corrupt you left excited him just as much as repulsed.

Even if tainting things was all he was good for anyhow.

Ardyn pumped his cock furiously, your silence making him crave every fantasy as relief. He craved to touch you all over, but could only get himself to cup and stroke your cheek, the soft surface of your skin arousing him to no end. Oh how wonderful of a scene it would be to have Noctis and his Crownsguard return to the room, only to walk into you getting pounded right into the mattress by their most detested foe, all while you beg and cry for him to fuck you harder. Or, tear away your facade and your clothes, reawakening you with your true identity, just so he may whisk you off to Insomnia and have you ride his cock while he's seated at the throne—much like the days before, for even a kind-hearted and generous king loved to dabble in some thrilling naughtiness.

What thrilled--and relieved--him was just how possible either of those situations were and more.

And that's what helped him messily spill his release onto his hand and your bare thighs rather than tears down his face.

Come now, he wasn't that pathetic to weep.

Especially when he had no tears to offer whatsoever.

For the time being, he would savor this opportunity. He ended up breaking self-imposed rule of only touching you with his hands, given that he graciously cleaned the mess he made on your thighs with his tongue, eager to have a taste of your flesh.

You remained asleep all throughout, that peaceful demeanor still exuding from you.

Ardyn was reluctant to leave your side to dress himself up once more, but he'd rather save the dramatics of confronting you with Lucis's prince in attendance for another time.

For now, he would take his leave, biding for when the time was right. While his vengeance was set in stone--to pit Izunia against Izunia, he had developed a knack for theatrics--he could spare a few meaningless days to wait for your return to his arms.

Ardyn smiled bitterly.

It would be a dream come true.

The kind you wished to never wake from.

Here, he would depart from you, refraining from disturbing your peace, allowing you to bask in the small light by your nightstand.

Back to the shadows he went, to where he belonged, allowing you to slumber in presence of a never ceasing light.

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