#!drabbles

you mewl when you start to move, letting out a shaky breath as you bounce agonizingly slow on his cock, still adjusting to the stretch. you throw your head back, a soft moan slipping past your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, letting a hand run through his hair and grip at the roots. he chuckles again, rolling his hips into you, drinking in every whine and gasp and moan that you give him. he takes another puff of his cigar, hand trailing from your ass around to your hip to rub soft circles into your clit. you keen at that, head falling forward onto his shoulder.

"captain!" you whine.

"shh, shh, baby," price shushes you gently, softly connecting his lips to yours as he breaths smoke out his nose. he swallows your moans as you let them into his mouth, and you feel dizzy against him as you roll your hips, greedily chasing the electrifying pleasure. you quiver around him, reduced to a whimpering mess as you're stretched out around his fat cock. he's all you can focus on, everything else dissolving but his length inside you and the smell of his musk and cigar.

"so perfect for me," he mumbles against your flesh, placing kisses before softly biting your neck.

"captain..." you moan again, bouncing sloppier now, more desperately.

"please!" it's almost a sob. you don't exactly know what you're begging for, but the plead leaves your lips anyway like a last prayer. Price laughs dryly, letting his eyes slip shut and head fall back against the headboard.

"God, you're pretty when you whine. poor baby, you cant do it alone?" he teases, rolling his hips against yours pointedly. you moan louder now, falling forward slightly as he starts to fuck up into you. your back is arching against him, barley processing his words.

"come on, sweet girl," he says softly in your ear, his thumb on your clit making you throb and squeeze on him, hands searching for something, anything to grip on to. "thaaat's it.. just needed my help, huh?" he says soothingly as you dig your nails into his back.

"oh, god!" you squeak, letting a strangled cry into his ear.

"fuck! I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with a loud moan, all strength leaving your body as Price thrusts up, repeatedly abusing your g-spot. His fingers dig into your hip, other hand clenching his cigar so hard it nearly crumbles in his grip, but not a single part of your brain cares about that now. The orgasm hits you in shaky waves, reducing you to a throbbing, soaking, shaking mess as it washes over you.

"yeah, good girl," He says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as his pace slows. He takes one last puff before haphazardly dropping his cigar into the ashtray on his bedside table, not even giving you a chance to catch your breath before he's fully lifting you up and flipping you onto your back.

"TADA! THE DREAD PAPYRUS HAS ARRIVED!" he announced. With a flourish, he gestured to Goro. "AND I HAVE BROUGHT MY FRIEND GORO AKECHI, JUST AS I SAID I WOULD!"

Frisk's face lit up almost immediately. They hopped out of their seat and ran over, clearly excited. Asriel stayed where he was, even sinking down into his flower pot slightly as he stared at the newcomer. Papyrus didn't pay him too much mind at first. After all, he was a flower in a pot. Hopping off the table and coming over wasn't exactly an easy task for him.

"You don't look much like a bird," Frisk remarked, looking over the young man with a somewhat critical eye.

Goro raised an eyebrow. "What made you think I would?"

"Papyrus did," Frisk said, pointing to the guilty skeleton. Papyrus rubbed the back of his skull as Goro turned to him.

"I MENTIONED THAT YOU CAN SHAPESHIFT AND LIKE TO TAKE ON MORE BIRD-Y FORMS," he explained.

"Can you turn into a bird right now?" Frisk asked, a hopeful tone in their voice.

"I could," Goro replied with a shrug, "but I prefer having hands."

Frisk nodded sagely. "Oh yeah, that makes sense. So, are the horns another shapeshift-y thing?"

"Yes, they are." Goro absentmindedly reached for the base of one of the horns on his head. They were black and white striped, and while they did add a good few inches of height on the already fairly tall young man, they thankfully weren't tall enough to cause him problems in a house built for 9-10 foot tall monsters.

As Frisk fired off all sorts of questions about Goro and his shapeshifting abilities, Papyrus's gaze wandered over towards Toriel. She hadn't moved from the chair, not even to come over and greet them. It struck him as a little unusual, given how quick she usually was to get up whenever he or any of Frisk's friends came over. He noticed the odd look on her face as she stared at Goro. Papyrus was admittedly not as good at reading the expressions of more fleshy monsters, but he thought he saw something sad in her gaze. She absentmindedly fiddled with her reading glasses in her lap, the book long forgotten.

Papyrus glanced between the young man and Toriel, not sure what could possibly be getting such a reaction from her. So he quietly (or as quietly as this noisy skeleton can manage) walked over to Toriel and signed, "IS EVERYTHING OKAY, MA'AM?"

She jumped, blinking at the skeleton for a moment before she offered him a smile. "Ah, do not worry, Papyrus, I am quite alright. I... have just remembered the cookies I was baking!" She stood up, sticking a bookmark in her book before closing it and setting it on her chair. "Excuse me, I should go check on them. I will return shortly."

She exited the room remarkably quickly, leaving Papyrus even more confused. He glanced over to Goro and Frisk, who both mirrored his confusion. Oh good, he wasn't the only one.

"WELL! THAT WAS WEIRD," Papyrus remarked. "ANYWAY, THAT WAS MISS TORIEL! THIS RIGHT HERE IS FRISK, OR ARKY AROUND THE MULTIVERSE. IF YOU'LL COME RIGHT THIS WAY, I CAN INTRODUCE YOU TO ASRIEL—OR FLOWEY, TECHNICALLY."

"I'm Alpha!" Asriel declared, rising out of his flower pot and puffing out his stem a bit. "That's my multiverse name!"

"Alpha, huh?" Goro said, sounding amused. "So you consider yourself the first, then?"

"I'm the first and the best!" Asriel said, still trying to look big and tough.

"Yeah, my first and best friend!" Frisk said as they climbed back into their chair. Asriel looked a little flustered, curling in on himself and shielding his face with his petals. Goro chuckled as he slid into a chair across from Frisk.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DRAWING, ANYWAY?" Papyrus took a seat and leaned over to gaze at the papers scattered around the table. All sorts of doodles decorated them, full of monsters and the occasional human. And more than a few dinosaurs, too. Frisk had developed quite the fascination with them thanks to Papyrus's boyfriend Comet.

"I'm drawing the character I came up with," Asriel said. He snaked a vine out of his pot and picked up a crayon, using another vine to hold the paper in front of him in place. "The God of Hyperdeath!"

Goro snorted, covering his mouth with his hand. "The what?"

"The God of Hyperdeath!" Asriel beamed proudly. He scribbled a bit on the paper before holding it up for all to see. The grinning face of some sinister creature looked back at them.

It had a mouth full of sharp teeth, and big horns that actually reminded Papyrus of Asgore's horns. And floppy ears like his and Toriel's too, come to think of it. It had big rainbow-colored wings and big paws tipped with strikingly red claws. The rest of the body was just a big scribble of black, leading off the page. Papyrus suspected someone was too lazy to actually draw the rest of it.

"OOH, THEY LOOK BIG AND SCARY!" Papyrus said. "WHAT ARE THEY LIKE?"

"Well, he's got all the power of a god," Asriel said, "and he shoots stars and lightning! Oh yeah and rainbows! Because he's a god he can use all the magic ever and nobody can beat him because he's the god of HYPERDEATH!"

"Fascinating." Goro's comment was slightly muffled behind his hand.

"VERY COOL!" Papyrus said with an approving nod. "WHAT ABOUT YOU, FRISK? WHAT ARE YOU DRAWING?"

"A triceratops!" Frisk held up their little scribbled drawing for all to see. It was a remarkably good drawing for a ten year old.

"OOH, YOU'VE BEEN PRACTICING!" Papyrus remarked. "WHAT A FRIENDLY-LOOKING DINOSAUR!"

Frisk beamed, before returning to add the finishing touches to their drawing. Asriel picked up another blank piece of paper and started drawing something new. After a bit, Toriel came back with a plate full of cookies, which she set down on the table within easy reach of everyone.

"Here we are," Toriel announced. "I have butterscotch, cinnamon, and a savory cheese cookie for Goro. Papyrus told me you are not very fond of sweet things."

Goro blinked, looking a little surprised. "Oh, ah, thank you."

Toriel smiled back. "You are quite welcome, my child."

Asriel eyed the plate of cookies, trying to surreptitiously sneak a vine towards one of the cheesy cookies. Goro managed to grab one before the little flower, which was fine. Papyrus and Frisk each took a cinnamon cookie. They were soft and delicious, just as they should be.

"I am still endlessly fascinated by how you can consume monster food without it falling through," Goro remarked, "and yet the same cannot be said for sushi."

"LISTEN!!!" Papyrus said, a blush spreading across his skull, "I FORGOT TO BRING SOME MAGIC SPICE THAT TIME!!! I DIDN'T THINK WE'D BE HAVING ANYTHING OTHER THAN RAMEN!"

"How you managed to eat that without incident is another mystery."

"LISTEN, DO YOU KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT HUMAN BIOLOGY?"

Goro opened his mouth to say something, paused, and then closed it again.

"I REST MY POINT!"

"Isn't it supposed to be 'case?'" Frisk piped up.

"...Is it?" Goro glanced at Papyrus for confirmation.

"CLOSE ENOUGH!"

Toriel retreated back to her reading chair, picking up her book and reading glasses again. She seemed content to sit back and listen as the kids and guests all had a lively discussion about dinosaurs. The kids got to share all the cool facts they'd learned, even if Asriel preferred to focus on the gorier ones. The cookies ultimately did not stand a chance against their voracious appetites, with Asriel sampling at least one of each type. At one point he tried to shove all three varieties in his mouth at once, only to let out a disgusted bleat and nearly spit them all out.

"Cheese and cinnamon don't go together."

Goro laughed the hardest at Asriel's misfortune. Even Frisk giggled a little.

"MAYBE DON'T TRY TO SHOVE THEM ALL IN YOUR MOUTH AT ONCE, THEN!"

Asriel stuck out his tongue. "You're not my mom or my dad! You can't tell me what to do!"

Out came the phone as he wrote it down and showed her. "Did you fight Hitler?"

Dr. Sonomura blinked at the screen. Two, three times. She covered her face and broke down into barely muffled chuckling while Morgana shot him a disapproving look.

"I told you that was a ridiculous question to ask," Morgana said.

Dr. Sonomura regained some of her composure, smoothing a hand over her hair as she glanced at Jou, her face slightly reddened from her laughing fit. "Well, my answer is almost as ridiculous. I didn't, but there were some rumors going around that he was somehow involved with some weird things going on in town."

"Wait, what?" Morgana exclaimed as Jou sat up in his seat.

"It turned out they were just rumors," Dr. Sonomura said, waving a hand dismissively. "Though maybe I shouldn't say 'just' rumors, considering that part of that incident involved certain rumors coming true."

"What."

Dr. Sonomura let out a self-conscious chuckle. "Talking about that is probably edging a bit too close to personal territory, though. I wasn't directly involved for most of it, admittedly, but I did end up getting involved."

"Were you a fighter?" Morgana said. They looked her over before adding, "or were you a navigator?"

"Navigator?" She tilted her head, looking genuinely puzzled by the term. Jou and Morgana shared a look.

"How many Personas are you able to use?"

She blinked again, pursed her lips for a moment. "Total or at once? Because I lost count of how many I can use in total. If I could get to the Velvet Room I could probably ask Igor."

"You've been to the Velvet Room?"

She blinked again. "Yes, of course. How else would I be able to switch between Personas?"

"You can swi... you have more than one?!"

"Of course, everyone has more than one," she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It's not like everyone has only one 'mask' they show to the world."

There was a long pause as the three of them stared at each other. It didn't take Sonomura too long to piece things together.

"...Have you two only been using one Persona at a time?"

"W-Well..." Morgana's ears flattened against their head in embarrassment.

"I thought I was the only one who could use more than one at once," Jou said. "Because I'm a Wildcard."

"Wildcard?" Sonomura shook her head. "All these new concepts... I must have fallen further out of practice than I thought."

"It might be a generational thing," Jou said, recalling Arche's terminology.

"Now you're making me feel old," she laughed.

"I think some things might have actually changed?" Jou said.

"Changed?" Sonomura studied him for a moment, looking to be considering her next words carefully. "What was it like for you when you gained your powers?"

The room fell silent. Jou could hear the electric hum of the lights, the soft tick-tick-tick of the clock. The very soft rumbles of concern emanating from Morgana.

After a few moments, Jou started typing. And kept typing. And kept typing. He talked about his experiences with Palaces and Jails and twisted desires. About facing down people's Shadows and convincing (or "convincing") them to change their ways.

About spending so much time leading his team that now that things have calmed down he's not sure what to do with himself. He's not sure how to turn off his "leader" mindset and just be a friend. He's not even sure if he can just be a friend to most of them.

Dr. Sonomura scrolled through the veritable essay he handed her, expression unreadable as she took it all in. Jou's stomach twisted up in knots. He'd always skirted around all of this in previous sessions, but after talking to Miaou recently...

Morgana could tell he was uncomfortable, so they curled up against him and purred reassuringly, just as they'd been taught to. Jou wrapped his arms around them and combed his hands through their soft fur. Good texture, good friend.

"Okay," Dr. Sonomura said, leaning back in her chair. "Okay. There's a lot to unpack there, and I doubt we're going to get to all of it today. So, I'm going to leave it up to you: would you be comfortable tackling some of the worries you just expressed, or would you rather keep talking about Personas for this session and save that for another time?"

He took a deep breath, grabbing his phone and looking over the wall of text he metaphorically vomited onto the screen.

"It's been on my mind a lot lately."

"Ha! Oh my god I knew the fairies' name sounded like something in English!" Futaba held her phone aloft for the other two to see. Both Goro and Yusuke let out loud sighs.

"Of course it would be something obscene," Goro said, rolling his eyes.

"You think someone on the team knew English and tried to slip this in under the radar?" Futaba shot them a conspiratorial grin.

"I wouldn't accuse them of such competence," Goro quipped. Futaba snort-laughed.

Yusuke's attention wandered to the sketch pad in front of him, pencil scratching across the page as he idly doodled. Occasionally he'd glance up to see Genevieve watching the tv screen with rapt attention. It was an older model, old enough that they'd had to do some scrounging around the second-hand store in Yongen-Jaya just to find some compatible cables, and get their hands on some signal converters so they could hook Futaba's laptop up. Yusuke still found the entire setup absolutely fascinating. He'd never watched a lot of tv growing up; the most he'd been exposed to "nerd culture" was through manga. He knew there were a lot of anime series that had been adapted from manga and had successfully made the transition. However, if this abominable series had a manga form he would be seriously tempted to burn it.

He glanced up just in time to witness a character jumping off a horse, letting said creature go careening off-camera. "That is not how you dismount a horse, either!"

Futaba let out a little gasp of genuine surprise, before bursting out into raucous laughter. "What the fuck! Did the creator watch too many anime where somebody gets off their motorcycle by just leaping off mid-ride?!"

"They must have," Goro said, a note of incredulity in his voice. "There's no other explanation."

"And yet the horse behaves rather like I'd expect a horse to behave," Yusuke pointed out. "Which is both commendable and concerning."

"I don't think I'd call any part of this series 'commendable,' Inari."

After finishing that particularly bad episode, they voted to watch something less utterly terrible (and less blatantly 90s). More specifically, the boys had out-voted Futaba and practically begged her to put on something more tolerable. Futaba suggested Featherman and Goro pretended he wasn't interested. No one bought his act for a second. Especially not when he started quietly singing along to the theme song.

Futaba and Goro started to nod off a few episodes into the Featherman marathon. Yusuke lost track of how many exactly—he was too busy furiously sketching various poses and costumes. All he knew for sure was that by the time they reached the end of the season, he looked around and saw both of them passed out. Goro was curled up on the couch, one arm tucked under his head to serve as a makeshift pillow and shaggy hair falling all around his face. Futaba was pressed against Yusuke's side, both of them sitting in front of the couch while Goro claimed the entire stretch for himself. (It was his apartment, of course he got first dibs on the couch.)

It felt so peaceful, like a long-forgotten scene out of the atelier. Yusuke recalled various nights spent staying up late with the other pupils, talking and reading manga until the crack of dawn. Madarame would scold them if he caught them, usually confiscating the manga and keeping it who knew where. But there was always an enterprising student who'd sneak the confiscated manga back out somehow.

A part of him still missed those days. Back before Madarame started working the students to the bone, before he started parasitizing their works in earnest. Back when Yusuke had been a naive child too wrapped up in the coziness of his unconventional family to notice the horrors lurking underneath it all.