#hes showing shadow memes on his phone

[sillyshadow]

just a couple gay hedgehogs on the subway

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[vampzity]

my eyes only | K.HJ

★ DAY FOURTEEN: NUDES WITH HONGJOONG ★

pairing: bf! hongjoong x f! reader

as hongjoong is stuck working late in the studio, you’re left with nothing but boredom to keep you company. it doesn’t hurt to send a spicy “i miss you” photo does it? what about a video?

[warnings]: MDNI 18+ !!!, smut, nudes, masturbation, clit play, pet names (baby, pretty girl), use of toys (dildo)

word count: 1.3k

⚠️PLEASE NOTE: pictures in this story DO NOT depict what MC looks like body wise!! it’s just for the plot so ofc just insert yourself as always ^^ ty ty !

Hongjoong stared at the ceiling in defeat as the clock struck 2 am. He was far from done with the last track of their upcoming album and was already growing tired. His booming amounts of inspiration were slowly fading as the night progressed and he felt defeated.

Meanwhile you sat in the bathtub aching for his touch, his warmth. You had trouble sleeping as Hongjoong wasn’t there to wrap his arms around you and bring you comfort, but you understood how important his work was. It wasn’t something you wanted to interrupt especially if he was stuck in a zone he tried to stay in.

So here you were, waiting and waiting. You’ve watched tv, you tried to distract yourself with countless minutes of scrolling but to no avail. Now you sat in a bathtub, alone, waiting for when he would finally come home to you.

[2:03 AM] You: when are you coming home? I’m so lonely 🙁

[2:04 AM] Captain 🖤: I’m not sure baby, I’ve hit a dead end.

You sighed to yourself, knowing it meant he wasn’t leaving that studio any time soon. You’ve always heard of writers block for books, for english majors, but never for song writers or producers.

Perhaps he just needed to take his mind off it and refresh. But god, you were so horny.

[2:06 AM] You: well maybe you should take a break?

[2:07 AM] You: *1 attachment*

Hongjoong picked up his phone, eyebrow raised as he wondered what it was you could’ve sent him. Maybe it was a funny video, some random meme you found whilst scrolling on twitter to cheer him up a bit.

Oh no, it definitely wasn’t that. It was far from anything he could’ve been thinking— perhaps even the last thing on his mind this late at night.

[2:07 AM] You:

Hongjoong felt his dick twitch in his pants as he stared at your wet legs. He imagined what your cunt would look like under all that water, begging for it to be touched— touched by him. He rubbed his clothed cock softly, feeling his bulge grow at your sudden message.

[2:11 AM] Captain 🖤: Bathing this late? 😳

You smiled, feeling your heart pound. You rarely took a moment to send anything this risqué to Hongjoong, but when you did it sure made your body heat up.

You got out of the bath, drying yourself off and wrapping yourself with a towel. Hongjoong waited eagerly for your response, unsure whether to expect another photo or just a plain response from you.

[2:15 AM] You: is it wrong for a girl to send a photo when her dear boyfriend is missed ?🙁

You looked in the mirror, fixing the bath towel just slightly for him to see enough of your chest, even if it was merely a shadow of cleavage. You held the phone out in front of you, snapping a quick picture and sending it him as you walked out of the bathroom and into your shared room to change.

[2:16 AM] You:

Hongjoong quickly clicked on your message, rolling his eyes playfully at the photo. He continued to rub his clothed cock softly, practically drooling at much you liked to tease him.

[2:18 AM] Captain🖤: Baby stop teasing me. Show me how pretty you are.

Your face flushed red as you thought about his cock and how badly you wished to feel it while he leaked all over your hands. You slipped on some casual lingerie for him, admiring yourself in the mirror before texting him back.

[2:20 AM] You: but what’s the fun in that :(

You stood there for a moment, biting your lip softly.

[2:20 AM] You: i wish i was there to see the look on your face Joongie.

Hongjoong sighed to himself, placing his phone down. He pulled his member out of his pants, rubbing the tip of his cock slowly. He threw his head back, stroking himself gently as he thought of your body. He wished he was home with you, feeling your curves as he thrusted himself into you.

[2:25 AM] Captain🖤: If you keep teasing me, you won’t get anything when I come home to you.

You giggled, holding your phone out in front of you to take a picture.

[2:28 AM] You: ay eye, captain 😉

[2:28 AM] You:

Hongjoong’s eyes widened as his strokes grew faster. His cock leaking onto his fingertips as his veins pulsated.

“Fuck. You’re so pretty.” he spoke to himself.

You stuck your hand into your underwear, running your fingers against your clit softly. You moaned softly, arching your back as your bud reacted to the sensation. You fastened your pace, thinking of his hands working your cunt as you laid there and submit to him.

You quickly pulled off your panties, pointing the phone to your sopping folds. You played with your slick, whimpering as it webbed around your fingers. You snapped a picture, sending it to Hongjoong immediately.

[2:35 AM] You: *1 Attachment*

[2:35 AM] You: i wish these were your hands :( feels so good

Hongjoong admired your soaked folds, how it glistened in the flash of your camera. He let out a loud groan, covering his cock with his pre cum as he imagine himself inside of you.

[2:37 AM] Captain 🖤: Look at my pretty girl.

[2:38 AM] Captain 🖤: Send a video for me, please baby.

You dug into your drawer, pulling something out from it. You laid back in bed, pressing it against your cunt softly. A soft hum came from you as you pushed it inside of you. You moved it slowly, imagining it was his cock inside of you as it hit your sweet spot.

You held your phone in front of your cunt, the flash capturing your slicked folds as the toy moved in and out of you. You moaned softly, making sure the video caught sound of you enjoying yourself just for him. You hit send, continuing to play with yourself as you ached to cum.

[2:45 AM] You: *2 Videos*

[2:46 AM] You: come home joongie, she misses you.

Hongjoong played the video, watching as you fucked yourself slowly. Your breathless moans and whispers were music to his ears, making him go haywire as he tried to keep his composure. His strokes grew faster, feeling all that built up pressure within his cock as he watched your swollen cunt cum all over the toy.

He couldn’t take it anymore and he was sure he’d regret it tomorrow, but he needed you. He gave up trying to resist it.

You phone buzzed next to you, the familiar ringtone letting you know it was your beloved boyfriend.

“Hi baby. How’s work?”

Your sweet succulent voice made his breath hitch as he heard the faint sound of your cunt being played with in the background.

“Cut the shit.” Hongjoong quickly put his member away, getting up from the desk as he saved his progress on the computer and turned it off.

“I’m coming home. Be ready for me when I get there.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the lust in his voice, making you stop what you were doing. Chills ran up your spine as you thought of what he could possibly do to you, especially after all the teasing you’ve done.

“You’re hearing me, right baby?”

Hongjoong packed up his things, his mind still racing with thoughts of you and your body, how much you missed and craved for his touch.

“Mhm. Loud and clear.”

A smug smile appeared on his face as he grabbed his keys, turning off the lights in the studio.

“Good. I have a lot to give for someone who likes to be a tease.”

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[comatosebunny09]

untitled | sylus

warning(s): female anatomy described, reader has hair, grinding, teasing, blue balls of the female kind, reader has a potty mouth, bit of praise, voice kink, mentions of choking, pet names now playing: how does it feel - d’angelo | these arms - luke james

He doesn’t mean to. But it’s hard not to notice when you’re perusing through your socials with the volume at max capacity—TikTok, was it?

You browse through various memes, music, and cat videos, occasionally stopping to show Sylus something silly.

Your head is cradled in his lap in his study atop his settee. He reads a book, idly petting your hair. Rainfall patterns the rooftop of his mansion. Your shadows dance off the walls as the flames of his fireplace flicker and crackle.

The perfect setup for two lovers wishing to escape the world’s scrutiny.

One video in particular seems to capture your interest. Piques Sylus’, too, causing him to glance over his book.

You’re eerily quiet as a male podcaster prattles on with one of his female guests. Something about submission, survival mode, strong, independent women. Typical modern-day topics.

Sylus peers down at you with a quirked brow when you shift, his lips canting into a smirk. Notices how you stiffen when the discussion slides into praise. And he doesn’t miss how a quiet smile rounds your lips as the podcaster drops his tone a few octaves. His guest, too, is taken by its silken glide as he showers her with compliments.

The video concludes, and you press your phone to your bosom, ingesting what you just watched. Bite back a giddy little squeal, blood rushing to your face. You opt for a dreamy exhale to assuage your nerves, and if Sylus weren’t curious before, he is undoubtedly invested now.

“What was that about?” Sylus asks, his humored voice steeping into dangerous territory. He knows what his timbre does to you. Catches sight of your thighs clenching and hears your pulse quickening the slightest bit in your neck.

“Nothin’ important,” you lie with a dismissive waggle of your hand, going back to nauseatingly scrolling through videos.

“Kitten,” he croons, setting the book down beside him. You lower your phone back to your chest. He angles himself over you until he’s all you see, scarlet eyes smoldering and narrowing with mirth. “What have I told you about lying?”

You scoff, feigning innocence. “I’m not lyin’. Legit was just watchin’ somethin’ stupid. That’s all.”

He hums thoughtfully. Low and throaty, the vibrations of his voice playing down your spine like a xylophone. “So, it isn’t an issue if I talk to you like this, then?”

His voice tempers, a croaky, barely audible noise that sets your body alight with tingles, and he playfully taps your nose with pursed lips and lowered lids. The world ebbs and flows as you’re hyper-focused on your boyfriend.

“Not at all,” you husk around a dry swallow, absently angling yourself into his touch.

Your lips part with the effort to breathe. He drags a dexterous finger down the pucker of them, paying considerable attention to the plush bed of your bottom lip. It tickles—the way he gently outlines it—before his index eases toward the lump in your throat.

You swallow thickly, a sensation akin to pill bugs skittering across your skin coursing throughout as his digits teasingly wind around your neck, thumb tugging at your lip. Your mouth grows dry, and though he doesn’t squeeze, the prospect of him choking you has you squeezing your thighs together to ward off the pleasant pulsing between them.

You didn’t think it possible, but the potency of his smirk grows tenfold. And a laugh roils in his chest, smoky like the fire dancing on the hearthstone.

You find yourself slowly falling below the murky depths of his spell, sucking in a sticky breath when he smooths the backs of his fingers between your collarbones, over your sternum. All the while, he hasn’t released you from his gaze, thoroughly transfixed by the expressions and cute noises you make whilst he teases you.

“Good girls don’t lie, kitten,” he softly admonishes. The color of his tone makes your nipples knot beneath your shirt. You burn hot, your phone thumping on the floor.

“Not lyin’,” you insist on an exhale, gripping the lush cushions of the settee.

You most certainly do not shiver when his hand, wide and coaxing, eases past your navel to knead the inner flesh of one thigh. And he wordlessly encourages your legs to hinge open, the meat of your thigh dimpling between his fingers whilst he massages it.

“If you say so, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t miss how you arch your back and wind your hips, chasing the heat of his hand. Trying to lure it into more desirable places, the heated smell of your sex pervading his senses.

He’s intentional when he withdraws his hand, fingers grazing the space where clothed outer labia meets thigh. And you tremble, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth against a moan.

Sylus takes up his book again, seemingly ignoring your plight. You whine petulantly, your brows drawn downward on the outer corners. You abruptly sit up, snatching the book from him and tossing it over your shoulder. Flooding Sylus’ visage with your pout. And he snickers with an amorous edge to his voice, grabbing hold of your wrists as you perch your hands on his quads.

“What,” he rasps, smoothing your baby hairs from your forehead. Searches through the smolder of your gaze as you pitch yourself forward until your breaths intermingle, and the heady scent he carries overhauls your senses.

“You know what the fuck you’re doin’.”

Sylus shrugs naively, canting his head to the side. He then gathers your jaw into his palm, eyes glazing over you with such reverence. He studies your mouth before brushing your lips with his, teasing the possibility of a kiss.

“I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart.”

By now, you’ve straddled his lap, your arms draped over virile shoulders. And he doesn’t contest you, instead cupping the globes of your ass to tug you closer until your breasts push against the sculpted planes of his chest.

“Don’t be a shithead, Sylus,” you murmur, surprised by the huskiness of your voice. You nuzzle his nose with yours, shying away when he dips in for a kiss. “You know exactly what I want.”

He smiles something sinful at your cheekiness. Firmly grips your ass, coaxing you to grind against his girth, steadily pulsing beneath his slacks. You bite your lip, eyes rolling back, breathing hot and ragged.

“Enlighten me, kitten,” Sylus’ voice purls into your ear. He sucks your lobe into his mouth, releasing it only after nibbling it with his teeth.

“Sylus,” you sigh, caught up in the haze of his voice. In the heavy grind of your pelvises together. In how your swelling clit delightfully acquaints itself with the rough stitch of your jeans each time he drags your pussy over his dick.

You burrow your face into the hollow of his shoulder, letting him guide you over his lap, blood enlivening your face. He feels so fucking good, and you might just cum from the pressure alone.

“Use your words, sweetheart.” He noses the cartilage of your ear, groaning low and hoarse when your pussy grazes his swollen cockhead. “Tell me what you want.”

Gods, he’s going to make you say it. But you’ve long since passed the threshold of sobriety, too drunk off the mood and the way his fingers dig into your flesh to keep you notched up against him.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, all sticky and wanton. He ups the tempo, and you cling to the collar of his shirt. Take to suckling on his carotid, eliciting a pretty, bitten-off sound from his lungs, and a sparkling sensation brews between your legs.

“Talk to me, baby,” he coddles, setting a pace that’s maddeningly slow and rough and fucking hell.

“Fuck, Sylus, just…” You swallow your resolve, your eyes glossing with a film of tears. “Fucking fuck me already, you asshole.” You hate to beg. But he likes to play these games with you, driving you to the brink of insanity until you’re docile and pliant.

He huffs out a laugh. And to your dismay, Sylus tempers the pace, slowing the roll of your hips to a crawl. You release a frustrated whine, peeling back to ingest him with wild, incredulous eyes.

“Is that how we ask for things, sweetheart?” He quirks a brow, panning in to nip your bottom lip. He reels back when you try to bite him.

“Oh, fuck you!”

“Well, I would like to,” he hums, dragging sweltering lips down the angle of your jaw, the column of your throat. “But someone’s being incredibly difficult.”

You roll your eyes, puffing out your cheeks. Your haughtiness is short-lived when he bucks against you in warning, drawing the sluttiest little sound from betwixt your lips. And your pussy pulses, spurring you deeper into insanity.

“Please, Sy?”

He exhales, all hot and open-mouthed against the crook of your shoulder before licking it. Kissing it. Sucking on it. “Hmm? Please, what?”

“Please fuck me,” you relent, halfway between a sob and a laugh.

Sylus groans his approval. Sucks on your neck, the lewd noises filling the quieted space of his study. “That’s my girl,” he lauds, angling himself to tempt you into a soul-siphoning kiss.

He doesn’t break the seal of your mouths as he suddenly stands, your legs tightly wound about his waist.

You giggle between the sticky grind of your lips as he effortlessly walks you from his study—one hand cupping your ass—towards his bedroom, where he intends to show you just how good of a girl you truly are.

[cruel-seduction]

Peter Teases You About Your Favorite Superhero Crush (Not Him)

It all started when you casually mentioned your love for a certain fictional superhero while you and Peter were sprawled out on your couch, legs tangled together in your usual cozy way. You were scrolling through a Pinterest board, showing him random outfits, memes, and—without thinking—a fanart of your favorite superhero, Nightblade, the shadowy, brooding vigilante from that one movie series you’d been obsessed with lately.

“Wait, who’s that?” Peter asked, craning his neck to get a better look at your phone.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a flush creep up your neck. “Uh... no one important,” you mumbled, trying to scroll past it.

“Oh, no one important?” Peter snatched your phone faster than you could react, his reflexes annoyingly good as always. He tilted the screen, inspecting the art. “Nightblade?” he read aloud, a teasing grin already forming.

“Give it back, Peter!” you said, lunging for the phone, but he held it out of your reach, his other hand pressing into your shoulder to hold you back effortlessly.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, laughing as he twisted his body to keep the phone away from you. “Is this... your superhero crush? Oh my god, you’re blushing!”

Your cheeks burned hotter as you smacked his chest. “Shut up! I am not blushing!”

“Oh, you so are,” Peter teased, lowering your phone just enough to waggle it in your face. “Look at you! You’re like a tomato. This is adorable.”

“Peter!” you whined, burying your face in your hands to hide your embarrassment.

Peter leaned closer, still grinning like the smug menace he was. “Okay, okay, hold on. I need to understand this. Nightblade? Really? The guy who skulks around on rooftops and growls at people? That’s your type?”

You groaned, refusing to look at him. “He’s cool, okay? And... and mysterious. And—ugh, you wouldn’t get it!”

“Oh, I get it,” Peter said, his voice dripping with mock understanding. “You’re into the whole dark, brooding, ‘I work alone’ vibe. Got it. But, babe, have you met me? I literally do the rooftop thing all the time. Should I start growling at bad guys now? Would that make me hotter?”

“Shut up, Peter,” you said, reaching out to shove his chest lightly. “It’s not like that.”

But he wasn’t letting up. If anything, your reaction just fueled him further.

“‘It’s not like that,’” he mimicked in a high-pitched voice, scooting closer to you on the couch.

You peeked at him through your fingers, your face still burning. “Stop it!”

But Peter was on a roll now. He threw your phone onto the couch and stood up, dramatically deepening his voice as he struck a ridiculous pose. “I am Nightblade,” he intoned, his attempt at a gravelly tone making him sound more like he had a sore throat. “Justice is my shadow. The night is my ally.”

You snorted despite yourself, grabbing a throw pillow and chucking it at him. “You’re so dumb!”

Peter caught the pillow mid-air, grinning as he tossed it aside. “Dumb? Dumb? Babe, you’re the one who has a crush on a fictional guy who probably hasn’t smiled since birth. Meanwhile, you’ve got me—a real superhero who’s funny, charming, and, might I add, great with parents.”

“Oh my god, Peter,” you said, covering your face again as your laugh bubbled out.

He plopped back down on the couch beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. “I’m not saying I’m jealous,” he said, though the teasing lilt in his voice suggested otherwise. “But I mean... come on. I’ve got to be at least, like, 10% cooler than this guy, right?”

You peeked up at him, still flustered but smiling now. “I dunno,” you said, your voice playful. “Nightblade does have a pretty sweet cape.”

Peter gasped, hand flying to his chest like you’d just stabbed him. “A cape? Oh, come on! Capes are a tripping hazard. I could make one if I wanted, but I don’t because I have common sense.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “And he’s got these cool shadow powers.”

Peter raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer with a mock-insulted expression. “Shadow powers? Pfft. Lame. I’ve got webs, babe. Webs. I can swing through the city, catch bad guys, and tie up robbers in little cocoons. I can tie you up and you know you enjoy it, What can he do? Stand in the dark and look angsty?”

You rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of your head. “Peter, you’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” He leaned in even closer, his nose almost touching yours now. “Ridiculous is you choosing him over me! What does he have that I don’t?”

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin. “Well, there’s the expression—”

“Oh, here we go with the expression again.”

“And the muscles.”

Peter flopped back against the couch, groaning loudly. “You’re killing me, Y/N. Absolutely killing me.”

You giggled, poking his side. “And don’t forget the way he says, ‘I can do this all day.’ So iconic.”

That made Peter shoot upright again, his eyes narrowing playfully. “Okay, first of all, I also say cool stuff when I’m fighting bad guys.”

“Like what?” you challenged, crossing your arms.

Peter paused, clearly scrambling for a good answer. “Uh… ‘Hey, buddy, quit stealing stuff!’”

You burst out laughing, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “Oh, yeah. Super inspiring, Peter. Definitely gives Steve a run for his money.”

You tried to stifle your laughter, but it spilled out anyway. “You’re impossible,” you said, lightly smacking his chest.

Peter grabbed your hand before you could pull it away, bringing it up to his lips for a quick kiss. “And yet, you love me,” he said smugly.

“Don’t push it,” you warned, though your smile betrayed you.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head. “And to be honest. It’s not like that! I just think he’s… you know… nice-looking.”

“Nice-looking?” Peter repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Nice-looking.” He pointed at himself. “Have you seen me? I mean, I don’t want to brag or anything, but…” He flexed his arm in the most over-the-top way, clearly showing off.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face was impossible to hide. “Oh, please. You’re so full of yourself.”

He leaned closer, that teasing smirk never faltering. “I’m just saying, if you wanted a guy with abs, you could’ve just told me”

And then you flexed your non existent biceps “Yours is not better than mine, Pete”

Peter chuckled, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “True true. Seriously, though. You can crush on Nightblade all you want, but just remember: he’s not the one sitting next to you, eating leftover pizza and looking ridiculously cute in sweatpants.”

You rolled your eyes, your cheeks still warm as you leaned into him. “Fine, you win,” you said softly.

Peter’s grin widened, and he pulled you even closer, resting his chin on your head. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

You couldn’t help but smile, shaking your head as his teasing finally softened. Sure, Nightblade was cool, but Peter Parker? He is your superhero. 

[emo-gremlin]

SFW Mr. Puzzles x Reader!

PDA IS A MUST. He's always holding your hand, hugging you, tapping his screen against your forehead, arm around your waist (only after you've made it clear that he can do so)

Was never in a real relationship (platonic or romantic) until you. He definitely pulls stuff he saw in romcoms when you first got together. You admired his gestures, but you did eventually sit him down and explain not every romantic relationship is like the stuff on TV.

After you guys have that conversation, he tones it down a little, but he's still quoting the cheesiest lines and he will not be stopped

Tries to spend as much time with you as he can.

Have a dream of stardom? He's doing everything he can to help you get there. Prefer to stay in the shadows? He's fine with that too.

An absolute doting sweetheart.

Very nervous about touching you at the start, he knew enough from TV that consent is key in a relationship, and didn't want you uncomfortable. So once you clarified PDA to him, he never breaches those boundaries unless you say it's OK.

He still has his temper, but has not, and WILL NOT use his power OR raise a hand against you. He told you at the beginning if he ever does that to kill him, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did that. He usually holds himself up in his office. You can tell he's upset if his voice glitches and he reeks of cigarette smoke.

It takes a while before he opens up to you about his childhood, and what drove him to the 'Transformation' as he calls it. It's an extreme sign of trust that he tells you about it. He tries to remain a puzzle to his audience, you are the first to get the tools to solve it.

Watching anything with him has stages.

1st time watching something: Remains quiet unless you don't understand a plot point, or need help identifying an actor.

2nd time: Fun facts about production, the tricks they used to get certain shots, gets more in depth with the Lore and explains symbols if there is any.

3rd time: Starts pointing out errors, plot holes, starts talking about how HE would have done it if he had been on the crew.

He usually stays in these guidelines unless the movie is GODAWFUL or is TRYING to be so bad it's good.

Loves having your input on his scripts, costumes (you may end up being a living mannequin for him at times if he's having trouble), set design, etc.

Will list you in the credits, but if you prefer a nickname to be used, he will use that instead.

CUDDLEBUG. My boy didn't get much physical affection as a child, and it shows. He's also a big spoon.

Absolutely adores everything about you, and it shows when he talks about you. Smiling wide, very energetic, so in love with you that you wouldn't be able to keep it a secret.

Loves being able to just slow down and enjoy being with you. Even if he's working on a script at his desk, he loves hearing a soft giggle while you look at memes on your phone on the couch.

Wanna watch something but afraid that there's content in it that might trigger something? No problem! He has no issue listing off what it includes for you. (If you still have interest in the plot, but wouldn't be able to see the media, he'll spoil the plot so it saves you the trouble.)

Always up before you, and definitely a malewife when he isn't working. He tries his best to be there when you wake up before he goes to work. If he can't, he leaves a note and fresh made coffee/tea in the pot.

You have to pull him away from watching the negative reviews, otherwise he WILL obsess over them and work himself to death trying to make them happy.

He's ready to commit various warcrimes if anyone so much as looks at you funny if you asked him to. You're the first person to actually stand by him and he's not letting anyone hurt you.

Definitely will set up private dates on his more romantic sets for the two of you. He turns all the cameras away from the set, as a way to show that this is all for you and you alone.

Will bring you with him if he's filming something in an exotic place. He makes sure you two get enough time together to see the sights.

Has invited at least one of your favorite actors/directors/writers to a birthday party. If you ask him not to, he will be a little disappointed, but respects it. (As long as he can AT LEAST get you their autograph)

Gets invited to an award show? You are going with him, but will try to convince the cameras not to point in your direction if you feel uncomfortable. He wants to share his success with you.

While he can't get props from your favorite movies, if you show interest in a particular prop from his sets, the second filming is done, it's yours. Same with costumes.

I love him your honor

[trixy812]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ You have all my support ɞ˚‧｡⋆ pt 2

{Nanami Kento x reader}

ִֶָ࣪☾. Content: kento nanami x reader, just fluff, comfort, friends to lovers, nightmare, digimon mentioned!, i really think nanami looks at memes like parents look at memes xdxd (don't forget we are in year 2007ish)

ִֶָ࣪☾. Summary: It was inevitable. Kento Nanami and you became friends.

ִֶָ࣪☾. AN: Hello! I bring you guys part two, I took longer than I expected. Yesterday, I had a very calm nightshift and decided to finally write this second part, i really liked how it turn out. I really want to encourage you all to leave comments because that would help me a lot now that I'm just starting to write! extra: i really want to thank my twiniieee @totallygyomeiswife because she helped to organize my thought and how i want this fic to keep going.

Edit: I noticed some inconsistencies so, I corrected few words & numbers! Thank you again for reading 📚 I am excited to keep writing this 🥰

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4

Omakes Reader meets Gojo First time

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It’s been several months since Haibara’s death, and while Nanami remains the serious, reserved man everyone knows, something has subtly changed in him. In these past months, he’s allowed himself to trust you, finding quiet comfort in your friendship. You've always been there for him, offering support without demands or expectations. Yet Haibara’s memory still casts a long shadow, and sometimes his dreams dredge up painful scenes, reminding him of everything he's lost.

One night, after an especially vivid nightmare where he relives those haunting images of Haibara, Nanami wakes up, gasping for air. Without thinking, he picks up his phone and sends you a message:

Are you awake?

Your response comes almost immediately.

Of course! I’m always awake. You couldn’t sleep again, could you?

Despite the lingering weight of his nightmare, Nanami can’t help but smile slightly.

Do you ever actually sleep?

It’s my superpower! you reply, adding a sunglasses emoji.

Just as he’s about to put his phone down, he sees a notification from you—an image attachment. Curious, he opens it to see a meme of a concerned-looking dog, accompanied by the huge caption: “Your life is as worrisome as my face!” Nanami frowns, confused by the image.

Whose dog is that? he asks.

That doesn’t matter! Just laugh! It’s funny, right?

It seems we have different definitions of funny, he replies, teasing you. But he’s unable to stop himself from smiling, finding a strange comfort in your lightheartedness, and grateful for the brief escape from his thoughts.

Later that day, the two of you meet up at an arcade. You've set your sights on a claw machine with a Palmon plush, and after several failed attempts, you’re determined to get it. The lights and sounds around you barely register; all your attention is on the machine and on winning that Palmon.

Nanami watches from behind, arms crossed, his expression showing his skepticism. “Are you seriously going to keep going? You’ve already spent 3,000 yen. This is ridiculous.”

Without looking away from the machine, you throw him a quick glance. “Yes! I need it. Palmon is beautiful, and I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t win it.”

Nanami raises an eyebrow, doubtful. “Is it really that important?”

“Obviously!” You pout, looking at him with that mix of determination and stubbornness he’s come to recognize. That blend of energy and defiance stirs something in him, and he blurts out a suggestion he hadn’t even thought through

“Come study with me at Jujutsu High.”

The proposal surprises both of you, and you stop playing for a moment, though you keep your hand firmly on the joystick to hold your spot. Smiling, you look at him with a mix of affection and amusement.

“That’s not going to happen. I’ll never be a sorcerer. Not even you could change my mind, Nanami.”

A faint blush rises to your cheeks as you say his name, wondering if you’ve let slip too much. You seem about to say something more, but he interrupts, his voice soft and sorrowful.

“I’m alone now. I was left alone”

His words strike you, and though you want to tell him how much he means to you, how you've had a crush on him for months now but you know it’s not the right moment. He’s still too vulnerable, and you wouldn’t want to take advantage of that. Instead, you try to lighten the mood.

“My dad always used to say, ‘You go to school to study, not to make friends,’” you say, imitating your father’s voice and holding a finger under your nose as if you had a mustache. Nanami watches, but the sadness doesn’t leave his gaze.

Finally, you look him in the eyes, speaking with quiet sincerity. “You have all my support, Nanami. You know that, right?”

Nanami meets your eyes, and for a moment, his expression softens, the sadness easing a little. “Thank you,” he murmurs, and you notice a hint of peace behind his smile.

“After school, you probably have homework, just like me,” you suggest, taking a breath. “How about you come to my house every day after classes, and we do it together? Studying will be easier if we have each other’s company.”

Nanami looks at you, a bit taken aback by the suggestion, but he finds himself surprisingly comforted by the idea. Even though he knows your schoolwork might be very different from his own, the thought reassures him.

“And what about your hospital volunteering? Don’t you have to go?” he asks, concern creeping into his voice.

You wave his concern off. “I’ll do it on weekends. There are fewer people, and I can hide what I’m doing more easily. Don’t worry.” You think to yourself that you will have to do an extra year of volunteering because you are going to reduce your hours a week, but it doesn't bother you at all.

Nanami nods, and without another word, he steps toward the claw machine, nudging you aside gently. Reaching into his pocket, he inserts 100 yen. And as the good sorcerer he is, it looks like magic, the claw captures the Palmon on the first try.

As soon as you see the plush descending, you let out a shout of pure joy, bouncing with excitement. Nanami pulls it from the machine and hands it to you.

“Thank you so much, Kento!” you exclaim, hugging the plush tightly, and realizing, as your face flushes, that you’ve called him by his first name.

Nanami blinks, surprised, but then he smiles, seeing you so happy. For a moment, he catches a glimpse of Haibara in your lively expression, just like that day when you met, and the thought fills him with an unexpected peace.

“So, what time should I be coming to your house to keep up with your ‘plan’?” he asks, his tone faintly teasing.

Unable to help it, your smile grew even wider, thrilled to have the Palmon in your hands, happy that Nanami won it for you, ecstatic because you know you'll see him more often, just as you've dreamed awake before going to sleep, you respond, “Let’s meet at Akihabara station after school, and then we can go together. Does that sound good?”

Nanami nods, satisfied with the plan. “Perfect.” With a slight blush, he murmurs almost to himself, but just loud enough for you to hear, “Keep calling me Kento.”

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4

Omakes

Reader meets Gojo

First time

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[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒

Tagging: @augustwithquills , @bloody-mf-bsc

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Y/N Y/L/N: This man unsettles me. Why the hell do you smile at me like a proud kid looking at his mom for praise?

We filmed the most gut-wrenching, soul-wrecking traumatic scene for your character.

You just know what you will be doing to the fans. You know their pain, and enjoy it and they are gonna come after you for therapy bills. Hope you are rich.

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User5: Freddy is just a sneaky cat. That's it. That's my comment.

User7: I don't wanna know the scene... yet again I have a guess .

User9: There is water... And Kaz's trauma includes water... We are, guys, once again...

User6: doomed. As usual.

User4: It's usual at this point, like I can't go on with my day without at least one tiny bit of drama

User3: Once again, mother Y/N is right. We all hope you are rich ASF Freddy.

freddycarter1: I could make Y/N pay for them?? She is the reason you guys cry

Y/N Y/L/N: don't bring me into this, Freddy. It's your fault, you have to deal with it. Or... I can tell your wife that you are bullying me😎

freddycarter1: you wouldn't dare! My wife loves me!

Y/N Y/L/N: Maybe... Not as much as me tho😉

User12: the way Y/N doesn't just conquer the women cast members' hearts but the male cast's wives as well...

User5: Teach us where this rizz comes from Y/N!

User6: Just Y/N and Ben casually making us fall in love with them

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Y/N Y/L/N: More memes!

1. Freddy is my one true love, and more attentive and mature and cares more about me.( this is definetly not my amazing,handsome, attentive and bullied boyfriend whom I should pay more attention to.)

2. This is what I was talking about! Look at hım and tell me you wouldn't immediately accept whatever mindblowing War crime he wants to commit together?

3. The only surprise element here is that I paid for the tickets... Even if they were the ones who went to to cinema.

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User1: Ben is being a gremlin again by taking her phone... Again.

Y/N Y/L/N: See? Everyone else is very mad at you benbarnes 😒

User5: Y/N show some love to poor boi 😭

User9: Ben is struggling so much djsjsh

User8: he is like a puppy following her around dnjd Have you seen the BTS of shadow and bone? He is always looming behind her and looking over her shoulder to get a glimpse 🥹🤭

User4: We love men who respects and shows his love openly to their lover😎

User6: Istg they want me to put a toast in the tub and live there like that by how cute they are being... look at her giggles and wide smile through her Insta posts after they got together and say otherwise

User9: They really are the best for each other and they are so cute, so supportive of each other and you can also see the Ben's grin is wider and shinier too!

User14: Being the "sugar mommy" of them is Y/N's fate now...

freddycarter1: I didn't hear any complaints from her.

User2: She has all the tittles now, the only one missing is... The Milf 💫

User14: That could change at any moment and we wouldn't know...

User3: 😳

Y/N Y/L/N: First all, no one can be like me... Or else you would be in constant hunger because you two can't cook to save your lives.

benbarnes: my cooking isn't that bad... Right?

Y/N Y/L/N: Could have been worse.

User6: Y/N does he use that kicked puppy eyes on you too?

Y/N Y/L/N: Whenever he wants kisses... Which means all the time. But I have no complaints, I love kissing hım.

User6: So it works?

Y/N Y/L/N: It works wonders.

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Y/N Y/L/N: Not my fault that they are living moods

1: Me, when they show me the most shocking, spectacular,eye-burning, gut-wrenching,soul-wrecking, traumatic script ever

2. Also me, whenever I look at my boys. And yes, though I always say I hate them here, I love them all so much. I'd probably commit arson for them if they asked but... Yeah.

3. Yes, you saw it right. He took my phone again 😑Like,why do you have your's if you always use mine?

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freddycarter1: does that script include us??

Y/N Y/L/N: I don't know...😳🤐

jacktwolfe: I say we give her candy she loves so she can't resist and then take the script and run away when she isn't looking 😊

Y/N Y/L/N: Jack what the fuck? Get out of your Wylan head.

User5: I'M BEGGING IN THE NAME OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR, Y/N HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS😭

User8: indeed, we finally saw that she had a heart and It's full of love for the boys too... Just not as much as the women

freddycarter1: mind you, this is the best thing that had ever been told to me... I STILL prefer Ben tho

Y/N Y/L/N: All my hardwork was for nothing... But legit anyways, I'd choose my baby too

User5: does it ever bother how Freddy is just you in another font, Y/N?

Y/N Y/L/N: He can do all he wants... I'm the only one who sees Ben in... different light🤭

User6: HOLY SMOKES-

User9: Y/N just casually dropping hints on their private life is just... Golden djsndbdv

User1: Fr she and Freddy are fighting for Ben's hand jddjjd

User7: Considering the rest of the books and knowing all the scenes by heart now... And adding Y/N cinematography...

User1: we're doomed.

User6: Will go and make a confession to the local church now, for the person I'll become when that happens

Y/N Y/L/N: Calahan is keeping me in a headlock so that I would backdown from my heart-tearing plans... I HAVE YOUR PICTURES WITH A TIARA AND TUTUS, FREDDY AND CALAHAN! Don't make me share them

User5: Poor Y/N... Keep doing it Calahan, just a few more minutes, I live close to her. I can just grab that script and run away

freddycarter1: benbarnes please leash your chihuahua of a girlfriend before we spoil your plans

Y/N Y/L/N: what surprise? Ben is planning something behind my back?? benbarnes, what do you have to defend yourself? 🤨

benbarnes: I will kill you when I'm done running from my girlfriend, Carter...

Y/NandBen.fanpage: GUYS GUYS GUYS, I THINK IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING OMG-

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Y/N Y/L/N: GUESS WHO IS BECOMING A BARNES?🤭

Oh, and @ user3? You are a Seer, that's for sure. Thank you for calling dibs on our marriage, lovie!

And to everyone who always said we were cheaters: İt must SUCK to be with yall because you don't trust your lovers! 😎🫳🎤

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benbarnes: You are so beautiful, my ex-girlfriend...

Y/N Y/L/N: Stop saying that, idiot... And, oh... I am beautiful? 🥹🤭

User6: OMG CRYING, SHITTING TEARS WTF THIS IS SO CUTE DJDJSJS

User9: Y/N and Ben are both melting for each other and OMG I'm crying too 🥹

User5: for a fact, I just know that these two cried and still is crying tons while cuddling and reading our messages

Y/N Y/L/N: Do you have cameras in our house??

User7: SOMEONE MAKE SURE USER3 IS ALIVE BECAUSE GOD KNOWS I WOULDN'T BE IF BEN AND Y/N MENTIONED ME

User3: I'M INDEED NOT OKAY I'M ALIVE BUT BARELY BREATHING WTF I WASN'T EXPECTING THIS

User6: YOU ARE LIVING OUR DREAMS!! *shake shoulder harshly* HOW DOES IT FEEL LIKE TO BE THE IT GIRL?!

User8: Someone keep that fucking hater away from here or else there will be millions, including celebrities, who will throw hands!

User2: I think they will not be here because if mother Y/N dissed me like that, I would have found a hole and never get out.

User5: When I tell you I am at my granny's funeral and trying so hard to control my giggles... THE FIGHT IS REAL

User8: We have a holy knight here, hang in there sis! We still need to see their wedding photos!

User10: what's even funnier is that "Ben Barnes I hope you can fight" tag is trending in Twitter lol

blakelively: look at that excited smile! Finally, you are joining the married life! Welcome to club 🤭

User4: Today folks, we all can rest in peace for we achieved what we always wanted for 3 years 😌

amita_suman: beautiful people ❤️ Love you both so much!

freddycarter1: Does that mean we call her Barnes too?

jessie_mei_li: Yes, since they are the mom and dad 😒 Is that even a question?

kittheyounger: we are all united under one holy flag: The Barnes' Holy Kingdom

User15: After 3 years, Ben Barnes finally put that ring on her finger. A day to celebrate for years to come indeed.

tchalamet: Congrats to my favourite director!

Y/N Y/L/N: Don't let Greta hear that Ti 😉

tchalamet: she would say the exact same

User17: DAYUMN THAT RING IS THE SAME SIZE AS MY HEAD HOW RICH ARE YOU BEN?!

User16: Just like that, we achieved it. Now, there is one last thing needed: A mini Ben-Y/N

[ambiguous-avery]

Chasing Shadows, Part 8

Dean Winchester x OC fem!Touched!Reader/You | WC: 6352

Summary: She’s never been afraid of the dark, not really. She’s more concerned about getting lost in it. He’s haunted by every dark deed he’s ever done. It’s constantly nipping at his heels like a hell hound. He’s her light in the dark, and she’s the one bit of darkness he’s willing to embrace.

Tags/Warnings: No use of Y/N, canon-typical violence, eventual romance,  eventual smut,  fluff and angst, POV alternating (sometimes a little all over the place), no beta we die like men

Disclaimer: The base concept of Touched comes from @aylacavebear and is used with permission. I’ve taken creative liberties with it.

A/N: Fun fact! This chapter contains the very first scene I ever wrote for this fic. Y’all know that horse picture meme? The one with the segment that is really nicely drawn and the caption is “the one scene in my head” and then the regular drawing all around it that’s like “the story I wrote around the scene”? Yeah, that scene is in here. Can you spot it? Chasing Shadows Series Masterlist

He had to give credit where credit was due. Sam handing over the keys to the Mustang to you was incredibly smart in hindsight. The Mustang was just flashy enough to stand out in the sleepy town. They had started off just driving by the address you had texted Sam, but there was no sign of the vehicle parked out front of the home. So they had driven up and down the roads a bit more before finally spotting it sitting outside of the town’s medium’s place. Why you were there, Dean had no idea. Sure, Sam had said that the journal had mentioned a medium, but this had all the makings of a scam, not an actual person with a connection to the supernatural. From the neon sign flashing in the window to the cheesy signs boasting about “finding fortune in love.” Surely you weren’t dumb enough to believe that this person could have real answers for you. Still, the Mustang’s presence couldn’t lie. Same year, model, and plates as the one that had sat in the bunker garage.

It had been an entire day since you had texted Sam the address of the first house they went to, and you hadn’t sent anything else. Dean had texted you a few times, but unsurprisingly, you hadn’t replied. There was a bad taste in his mouth, and his hunter instincts were sounding all the alarms in his head. You were in trouble. He had let you go in the first place. He had given you a reason to leave. He was the reason you were in this whole mess. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, trying his best not to dwell on it. He could beat himself up over it later when you were safe back at the bunker.

“Google reviews say that the medium’s name is Irene,” Sam said quietly, turning his phone around to show Dean. He glanced at it.

“I don’t like this.”

“Neither do I.”

The bell above the door jingled as they entered, and Dean immediately took stock of the room. It was cozy-feeling, at least that’s what he assumed it was meant to be like. To him, everything screamed ‘sham,’ and Dean almost rolled his eyes at the whole setup. Honestly, he was surprised there weren’t little crystals sitting on shelves or a sign explaining how they help align chakras or something.

“Looking for something, boys?” a woman’s voice called out. Both Sam and Dean turned to look at the blonde woman who stood on the opposite side of the room. Her voice was smooth and unwavering, her expression too gentle. Too innocent. Like she was trying too hard to appear nonchalant.

“We’re looking for our friend,” Sam said. “Where is she?”

“I presume you’re talking about the poor soul who came to me, lost and yearning.” There was a haughty tone in her voice that Dean didn’t like. To be fair, though, he didn’t like anything about the entire situation. “Don’t worry. She’s safe here with me.”

“Bullshit,” Dean snarled. “Let her go. Now.” A smirk tugged at the corner of Irene’s lips as she stepped aside and held her hands up in mock surrender.

"You say that like I have her locked up in chains,” she replied, amusement dancing in her eyes. “She came to me of her own accord. I offered her answers, and she was happy to take them.” Dean tensed, his hand inching towards the gun he had tucked in the back of his jeans. Sam shot him a warning look, silently cautioning him not to make any rash moves. They needed to know more before they could take action. Needed to be sure you were safe. Irene let her hands drop and motioned for them to follow her, even being so bold as to turn her back to them as she stepped into the adjoining room. “Look, you don’t have to just take my word for it. Come see for yourself, why don’t you?”

They shared a look before following after her warily. There you were, seated on the couch like you owned the place, looking every bit unbothered at the whole situation as you sipped at the tea in your hands. You glanced up at them when they walked in and offered a small, almost imperceptible smile. Relief washed over Dean at the sight of you unharmed, but there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that he couldn’t quite shake. He crossed the room in a few long strides and dropped down to a knee in front of you, bracing his hands on your shoulders and carefully looking you over for any sign of anything that seemed out of place. You let out a soft chuckle at the concern etched into his features as he examined you.

“Are you alright?” Dean asked, his voice soft.

“I’m fine, Dean,” you assured him. Sam stood a few feet away, keeping Irene in his peripherals as he watched you and Dean interact.

“See? No harm done,” Irene remarked with a casual shrug.

“Don’t give us that crap,” Dean shot back, his jaw tightening with unease. This all felt too easy. Nothing was ever this easy. “You might have her sitting here all smiles, but that doesn’t mean I trust you for a second.” Irene chuckled softly at his remark, the sound sending a nervous chill down Dean’s spine. A glance at Sam told him that Sam was feeling the same. There was something about Irene’s demeanor that set him on edge.

“I hardly need you to trust me. It’s all about her, isn’t it?” Irene made a vague motion towards you. Dean straightened up, his hand still lingering protectively on your shoulder.

“Come on, we’re leaving,” he said, a sense of finality in his voice. You remained motionless as though you were rooted to the spot.

“You’re leaving. I’m not.”

“What?” Dean’s voice cracked with disbelief.

“You’ve made it clear that I don’t fit in your world, so I found my own place where I do fit.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t belong here.” That was the understatement of the year. You belonged with h–

Not him, per se... Them. Sam and him. You were their friend. And Dean had lost too many friends over the years. He wasn’t about to lose another. 

“Well I certainly don’t belong with you two!” you shot back, your voice rising with the pent-up frustration that had obviously been stewing for longer than he knew. You knocked his hand off your shoulder and stood, setting your tea down and locking gazes with him. “You can’t stand to be around me, not once Castiel showed up. How long did it take for you to even notice I was gone? Or did you not even know until Sam told you?”

“Sweetheart-”

“Don’t you ‘sweetheart’ me,” you cut him off sharply, eyes blazing with defiance. “I’m staying, Dean. I’ve finally got a friend who knows what it’s like being a Touched. She’s nice and doesn’t think I’m something dark and twisted.” Your words struck him like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from his lungs and catching him on the back foot. He breathed your name, the word coming out softer than he had ever dared to say it.

“I never meant it like that-”

“Maybe you should start thinking before you speak, then. People don’t play with my feelings here.”

Your words bit like ice against his skin, and the sinking feeling in his stomach only added to his misery.

“Don’t say or do anything that might give away our little secret, hm?” Irene’s voice was sickenly sweet, her eyes piercing as she dragged her thumb and forefinger slowly over her lips before miming the action of turning a key in a lock. The gesture was theatrical yet chilling, as if more than one metaphorical lock had been firmly set into place. It was a strange experience. Like every aspect of you had been bottled up and compressed into a jar too small to contain it then stashed away on a dusty shelf in the recesses of your mind, forced to watch as your body nodded along to Irene’s command. You supposed it was only partially a metaphor. When you had come back to Irene’s to try and stop her ritual early, there was a glass pendant around her neck that wasn’t there earlier filled with, what you suspected, your blood. And that’s when the shackles around you had turned heavy with realization.

Watching Dean turn away from you had you pounding your fists at your enclosure, simultaneously screaming “Don’t leave me here! This isn’t what I want!” and “Get out of here! She’ll come for you next!” Sam spared you another meaningful look, and all you could do was silently beg that he could see you. The real you, trapped. Your face remained impassive as you watched the two of them leave the threshold of the building. You wanted to call out for them, but even that thought had your jaw locking up, your mouth staying stubbornly shut. 

“And have them get that god-awful car out of my driveway,” Irene shouted from the other room. Your body moved to obey, tugging the keys from your pocket.

“Dean,” you called out. He turned around immediately, as if he had been expecting for you to say his name. Hope flickered in his green eyes, and you could only pray that he could see your cry for help in yours. It took every ounce of effort you could muster to force yourself to squeeze the light on the keys before you sent them arching through the air. Dean caught them, flashing light and all, and you begged whatever god might’ve taken a liking to you that he understood the things you couldn’t say. “I don’t need the car anymore. Take it with you.”

Dean’s expression fell, and your heart went with it.

There was a sense of finality that came with tossing the Mustang’s keys to him. The last significant piece of the Winchesters that you had. And now that was leaving too. Dean handed the keys over to Sam who looked from them to you and then back at the keys again. 

“Please. Know that this isn’t me,” you silently begged, wishing your eyes would well up with the tears you knew you had in you. Begging was all you had left, and Irene didn’t have the decency to give you that. 

As Dean settled himself in the driver’s seat of the Impala, the metallic glint of the car’s polished surface flickering in the sunlight, his gaze remained fixed on you with an intensity that could’ve pierced through the glass between you. You watched as he deliberately lifted the Impala’s keys, ensuring that you could see them clearly through the windshield. The small light attached to his keys lit up, flashing multiple colors in quick succession that danced across the dashboard. Hope bloomed in your chest, warm and bright.

A silent message resonated in the air before the Impala’s and Mustang’s engines roared to life.

There was probably a more graceful way of approaching the situation than to go in all guns blazing, but Dean wasn’t known for his graceful ways. Sam almost felt sorry for the woman who answered the door when Dean bullied his way into her home. Almost. Whatever remorse he felt flew out the window when the dark-haired woman disarmed Dean and twisted his arm behind his back within a matter of moments. Sam had his own gun drawn and trained on her just as she turned and maneuvered Dean in between them, tucking her smaller frame behind his.

“We can play nice, can’t we boys? We’re all hunter’s here, right?” Dean tried to shift in her hold, but she twisted his arm further. He grunted in discomfort, and Sam was sure that if she had been looking to seriously hurt them, she would’ve already done so. Even though he didn’t lower his gun, – just in case his hunch had been wrong – Sam spoke, keeping his tone calm.

“We’re not here to cause trouble. We’d just like to talk.” Another beat passed before the dark-haired woman let go of Dean’s arm, and he pivoted while taking a step back toward Sam, facing her. She smiled, the tension in her shoulders falling away.

“Next time, I recommend you start with that rather than just barge into a lady’s home.”

Maria’s gaze flicked back and forth between the two brothers, as if she were trying to discern something deeper. Her eyes lingered on Dean for a moment longer, taking in his appearance and the determination set on his face. She furrowed her brow, and Sam couldn’t quite figure out what she was thinking until she said, “Oh, you’re the ones she mentioned.” Maria said your name, and it was like she had struck a chord with Dean. He went tense, like a cobra reeling back and readying to strike. Sam finally lowered his gun and dared to relax just a bit.

“You spoke with her? And you said you’re a hunter?” Dean’s voice was tight, but Sam was already coming around to the idea that this woman wasn’t their enemy. She motioned for them to take a seat in the living room, and they did so.

“I think we have a lot to talk about,” Maria said with a knowing look.

It didn’t take very long for Sam to connect Maria to the journal he had read with you a few days prior, and she had quite a lot of insight that she had shared with you that Sam made a mental note to look into later on. She pulled out various books and research notes and spread them out on the coffee table between the three of them and briefly summarized what being Touched entailed. 

“That’s great and all, but what does this have to do with her?” If the situation were any different, Sam could’ve smacked Dean upside the head for the lack of tact.

“There used to be a lot more of us, a lot more Touched. But…” A grimace twisted Maria’s expression, and she squeezed her eyes tight. Sam reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, concern flashing in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m good, promise,” Maria made a quiet noise of discomfort. “I can’t be the most… forthcoming with everything for… reasons. You guys can fill in the blanks, right?” 

Sam nodded, his expression serious and attentive.

“What do you mean by ‘reasons’?” Dean asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and impatience.

“You guys have dealt with witches before, right? On other hunts?” Maria continued on, sidestepping Dean’s question with a determined focus. Dean cursed under his breath, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. “Any of them used blood magic?” Sam frowned deeply, furrowing his brows together.

“I assume that you mean blood magic that differs from sigils or runes and the like?”

“Yeah. I’m talking about the kind of magic that feeds off of life force. It’s dark, twisted stuff.” Dean bristled at those words. “Touched individuals… we’re like beacons to those who use that magic. Walking power banks just waiting to be tapped into.” Maria’s voice lowered, a shiver passing through her as she glanced over her shoulder, as if expecting to see someone appear out of thin air. Sam noticed the muscle in Dean’s jaw tighten, his eyes narrowing as he processed what Maria had said. The implication was clear, and it didn’t take a genius to connect the dots that Maria was talking about Irene.

“So… she needs,” Dean said your name, and Sam didn’t miss the way his voice softened just the slightest bit, “to fuel future spells? What’s her end goal? Just power?”

Maria shook her head, but she didn’t say anything, lips sealed by whatever spell or curse had been laid on her. Sam chewed on his lower lip as his eyes darted across the scattered documents on the table.

“Immortality,” Sam said suddenly, leaning forward and picking up a page that detailed Maria’s own notes about the properties of her blood. Maria nodded, confirming Sam’s guess.

“It’s been going on for quite a few decades. Since before I showed up here.” Maria spoke slowly, as if testing the invisible boundaries of what she could or couldn’t talk about. It wasn’t a stretch to think that a witch wielding blood magic might have found a way to bind someone’s words, especially if she had the power to control someone else.

“You said that there were others here before you? Where are they now?” Dean asked. Maria shook her head again, this time slower, heavier.

“Wait, if her goal is immortality and she’s done it before, then why keep doing it? Shouldn’t it be a one and done thing?” Sam questioned.

“If it actually worked, then yes,” Maria responded.

“What keeps it from working?”

“I’m not entirely sure. I’ve never seen it firsthand, but if I had to guess, I think it has something to do with whatever blessing we have not transferring over.”

“Didn’t Cas say it was something like Grace?” Dean perked up, his eyes lighting up as an idea dawned on him. “If it follows similar rules to that, then maybe it burns out if it’s not in the vessel it belongs in.”

Maria looked between the two of them, having been left behind at the mention of Cas and Grace. She cocked her head to the side in a silent question.

“We have a friend who’s an angel. Grace is essentially an angel’s power source. And if your abilities as a Touched are similar…” Sam began, but Maria jumped in, picking up on what Sam was suggesting.

“Then that would explain why she’s failed. Because she doesn’t understand the intricacies of it.”

“Okay, well how do we stop her? A few bullets should be enough, right? She’s not immortal yet,” Dean said. Maria shook her head again, and Dean was getting real tired of her doing that.

“She’s got my blood flowing through her because I’ve been her unwilling blood bank for years.”

“Which means she’s got the same healing ability?” Sam filled in.

“Yeah, unfortunately.”

Dean let out an exasperated groan, running a hand down his face.

“Then what are our options? How are we supposed to stop her if we can’t kill her?” Dean’s voice was weighed down with frustration, his mind flipping through possible solutions. Unfortunately, the very thing that kept you safe was a double-edged sword. 

“How long does it take her to do whatever ritual she has to try and steal someone’s blessing?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t know enough about blood magic, unfortunately. I assume it depends on what she needs for it. Could be a day, could be a week? Although I would assume the worst and say you’ve got a day or less. Would your angel friend know?”

“Probably not. But we know someone who knows more about magic…” Sam mused aloud.

“What’re you thinking, Sammy?”

“I have an idea,” Sam said, a shadow of reluctance crossing his face. “But you’re not going to like it.”

“If I had known that you being here would lead to two hunters on my ass, I would’ve been more careful about how I approached all this,” Irene hissed, her voice cold and threatening as she looked directly at you. Fear creeped up your spine at her words, and she made a large sweeping motion with her arm. An invisible force flung you into the nearby wall, and you cried out as you crumpled to the floor. “I have spent years covering my tracks. Being so cautious so as not to draw attention to myself.” The unseen force picked you up so you were standing, and she stalked over to you, eyes dark with anger. She had never said you were allowed to speak, and without that permission, any retort you had in you died before it passed your lips. But her control over you did nothing to curb the defiance in your eyes.

She jabbed a finger against your sternum, and pain blossomed beneath her touch, as though she had just stabbed you.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” Another jolt of pain lanced through you, and the tears you had wished for earlier slid down your cheeks. “Don’t move.” The command locked you in place, and she dragged her finger down slightly. Pain followed in its wake, as though she were slicing through you. You tried to suppress a whimper, but it escaped in a choked sob as you felt the warmth of your own blood seep into your shirt. “If I didn’t need you, I’d cut your heart out and leave it for them to find. Hunters are annoying, but I’ve dealt with their kind before.” She released her hold on you, and you slumped to the ground again, trembling. “Go ahead. Speak freely.”

Defiance flared within you, fueled by fear and anger and pain.

“A real shame you got yourself a pawn instead of a queen,” you spat out, the words carrying a force that surprised even you. It sounded better in your head. Did that even make sense? Probably not. But in your defense, you may as well have just been stabbed. Multiple times. Irene had let you speak but not move, so you couldn’t look up to see her expression shift.

“You’ve got spirit, I’ll give you that,” she said, her tone deadly quiet. “It’s just too bad that it won’t save you.”

Without another word, she turned on her heel and left you alone in the room. The silence that followed felt deafening, and as much as you wanted to move, to go for the door and run and never look back, your legs wouldn’t respond. You were frozen to the spot, waiting for her next command.

“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had.” Dean didn’t bother trying to keep his voice quiet, his eyes locking onto Sam’s in disdain. Sam’s expression didn’t waver. Rowena sat in the simple, wooden chair of the motel room, looking between them.

“Maybe,” Sam replied, his voice low but firm. “But it’s the only option we have right now.” Rowena leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Samuel, you do realize that it’s not nice to tell a lady that she’s your final choice, right?” Dean scoffed and shook his head.

“Look, do you know anything about blood magic?” he asked. Rowena made a quiet noise of acknowledgement, her eyebrows raising in intrigue.

“Blood magic, hm? I might know a thing or two… What’s my motivation to share?”

“We don’t gank your ass right this second. How’s that for a deal?” Dean snapped.

“That might have been threatening… if I didn’t know that you need me,” Rowena said with a haughty tone. “I wouldn’t be opposed to being owed a favor for my assistance.”

“No way in hell.”

“Oh what a shame then. I haven’t the faintest idea about blood magic.”

Sam shot Dean a look, and Dean scowled in response, his lips pressing into a thin line.

“Fine,” Dean conceded, running a hand through his short hair. “But we get to decide about the favor.” A knowing smile played on Rowena’s lips as she responded.

“I’m a witch, not a monster. It wouldn’t be anything you two haven’t already done before. Now tell me about this problem of yours.”

For rather understandable reasons, blood magic was a complex thing. That went double when a Touched was factored into things. It only made sense that a god’s blessing thrown into the mix would spike a spell’s potency. A simple binding spell would be enough to exert control over someone, and it only required something as simple as a lock of hair or a fingernail. Breaking the spell would be as simple as destroying the physical piece that the caster possessed. But that was likely on Irene’s person, and the chances of either of them getting close enough to her for that was slim to none. And to add another monkey wrench to the entire situation, blood created a stronger bond, as one might expect when using the very life essence of a being which meant that regular counterspells were out of the question – they simply didn’t have the ‘oomph’ to sever the connection.

The cherry on top of it all was Rowena’s estimation of about three days before Irene attempted whatever she had planned. Something about a transfer of power happening with the changing phase of the moon from waxing to waning. Dean could only focus on the convenient time limit they had. The universe could never let them have anything easy, could it?

“Really, you’d be better off casting your own blood binding spell and hope that it supersedes the previous one,” Rowena said with a shrug. 

“As in: bind her to one of us?” Sam clarified. “Wouldn’t we need her blood for that?”

“Hard to cast blood magic without the main component.”

“And any other kind of binding spell wouldn’t be enough?” Sam’s brows knit together as Rowena nodded, and Dean cursed under his breath. He paced back and forth, looking every bit the caged animal that he felt like. “Okay, well we don’t have that, so we need another option.”

Dean abruptly stopped.

He felt rather than saw Sam and Rowena look at him, and he didn’t dare lift his gaze from the motel carpet which was suddenly quite interesting. There was a stain that might’ve looked like a rather deformed chipmunk if he angled his head the right way.

“Dean.” Sam’s voice had a dangerous edge to it. Dean pressed his lips together into a thin line. There really wasn’t a good way to explain this. “Dean, you can’t be serious. Why?” When Dean finally looked up, he almost wished he could’ve snapped a photo of Sam’s incredulous expression. If the situation wasn’t so dire, he might have been tempted to pull his phone from his pocket. Rowena just laughed.

“Dean Winchester.” The tone in her voice was scandalous, as if he had just pulled your panties from his pocket and waved them around.

“In my defense, she gave it to me unprompted.”

The two vials you have given Dean weeks ago clinked in his hand as he pulled them from the back of the glove box where he had shoved them and promptly forgotten about them. He hesitated. There was something profoundly wrong with what they were going to do. But with the short timeframe, their options were severely limited. It was their only choice. If he could come up with another solution, he’d take it in a heartbeat. He grit his teeth and went back to the motel room.

“Alright,” he said, his voice steady despite the unsettled feeling that churned in his gut. “Let’s do this.”

Rowena eyed the two vials curiously, tapping on the glass and making the liquid inside quiver. She had cleared the table and set out a few things she had brought with her.

“You’re not giving me much to work with,” she mused aloud. “Even with both of these together, I don’t think there’d be enough here for me to draw all the necessary sigils for the spell. Not to mention that you’d have to reserve some of it as your binding piece.”

“If you just need blood to draw with, then you can use mine.” She gave him an exaggerated blink before looking at him like he had grown a second head.

“This is a binding spell we’re talking about. Using blood magic,” she began, talking slowly as if she were explaining something to a child. “You can’t just start mixing blood without fundamentally changing the spell. You’ll go from binding a person to your command to binding two people’s essences together.”

“Then we just reverse it afterwards.”

Rowena shook her head.

“That’s not how blood magic works. Once cast, it will live within you. Sure, you can try and reverse it, but it’ll never fully be gone.” Dean let out a frustrated sound, resuming his pacing back and forth.

“There’s nothing else we can try?”

“Nothing else that’s timely. You boys have a habit of getting yourselves in situations where you don’t have the luxury of waiting.” There was a long drawn out moment of silence between the three of them. Sam sighed heavily, trying to come up with something – anything – to get them out of their current predicament.

“What does it mean to bind two people together like that?” Dean asked slowly. Sam’s gaze snapped to him immediately.

“Dean,” he said, and Sam somehow managed to put every thought going through his mind into that one word. Dean ignored him and kept his focus on Rowena. She studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable.

“Dean Winchester, you’ve got yourself a bonnie, haven’t you?” Dean didn’t respond. Instead he clenched his fists at his sides and looked anywhere in the room except at either of the others. A genuine smile wormed its way onto Rowena’s face, and if Sam wasn’t mistaken, he might’ve seen her expression soften slightly. “And does she fancy you the same?”

Dean wet his lips, sighing. He had avoided thinking about it for far too long. Stopped entertaining the idea of anything between you two happening when he had started feeling more for you. Because if he started thinking there could be something more, then there was the very real risk of losing it. Of losing you. It didn’t make sense, the way you had weaseled your way into his and Sam’s lives and nestled yourself there like that was where you should’ve been the whole time. The way he felt at ease with you around. The way you always seemed to hold his gaze just a moment longer than necessary. He thought he was past the age of having crushes.

“She might,” he said noncommittally, voice quiet. Rowena’s eyes seemed to gleam with a newfound interest.

“Well isn’t this just precious,” she purred, her lips curling into a knowing smile. ‘Precious’ was not a word Dean appreciated being associated with in his current state of mind, and Rowena could see that written on his face clear as day.

“Would a bond like that be enough to break the other spell?”

“I don’t know about fully breaking it. But it should give you the same control if not more. I’m sure you could figure out something from there.”

Dean nodded, determination set in his features. Rowena looked at him meaningfully, and when he didn’t falter, she simply nodded. Sam pulled Dean off to the side, his voice dropping low.

“What are you doing?”

“We don’t have many options, Sammy. I promised her that we wouldn’t let her get hurt, and I’m not about to break that promise.”

“You did hear her say this is irreversible, right?” Sam pressed, his voice an urgent whisper.

“I know,” Dean responded, his jaw clenched. “But we’ve always found loopholes before. There’s bound to be something.” Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. With another shared look of understanding between them, Dean turned back to the table where Rowena had set out a small bowl.

He watched as she upended both vials into it, holding them until they were as empty as they were going to get. She looked at him expectantly, and he pulled a knife from his pocket. The blade dragged across his skin, and he watched stoically as his own blood dripped down his fingers and into the bowl, each drop dense with the weight of his decision.

Rowena swirled the bowl lightly, the liquid inside viscous and clinging to the sides. She lit several candles she had strategically placed at different places on the table before taking a piece of chalk and drawing several sigils in a formation he didn’t recognize. Then, she dipped her fingers into the bowl of blood – his and yours, mixed until it was indistinguishable from the other – and traced over the chalk markings.

“You’re drawing those awful big considering our limited resources here,” he grumbled.

“Despite what people may have told you before, size matters,” Rowena snapped back. He shut his mouth.

Dean’s scowl was a permanent fixture on his face as he watched Rowena dip her fingers back into the bowl and continue to draw the tabletop. She mumbled as she did so, and Dean was only half sure that the words she was saying were actual Latin. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sam’s gaze jumping back and forth between himself and Rowena’s work, likely expecting Dean to jump in and stop her partway through. He wanted to. This felt wrong. It was wrong. Binding your essence to his own in a way that couldn’t be reversed. Giving away the blood you had entrusted to him and Sam. All without your consent. The thought dragged through his veins like sludge, leaving a trail of grime that he would never be able to wash away for the rest of his existence. He thought he had done awful things in his life, but this was somehow a new low, even for him.

He ground his teeth together as he felt the first bit of magic weave through him. It was foreign and unpleasant, like an uninvited guest snaking throughout his very core until it found the deepest, most central part of him. The magic coiled around him, centering somewhere behind his navel then reaching its tendrils all throughout his limbs. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet when the magic curled back on itself, leaving a sense of being carved out in his veins. Rowena continued drawing. Her words seemed to blend together the more she spoke. Dean’s scowl deepened as the alien feeling seemed to fasten around some unseen catch within him before retreating from him entirely. Rowena’s spell circle had only been half done by the time the magic left him, and he didn’t feel the uneasy crawl of it curling through his insides as she continued. 

Was it your turn now? Were you feeling what he had just gone through? Did you know what sort of sick and twisted thing he was doing in the name of saving you? Two wrongs didn’t make a right. And this wrong felt particularly heinous. As Rowena finished drawing, he felt whatever had hooked behind his belly button suddenly snap taut, and all at once he could see you. Not literally. But when he looked inward at the spot where the strange tugging sensation was, he could see a small, swirling core of pure shadow. He felt an odd fondness for it, knowing without being told that it was you. It could only be you. Could you see him too? What did he look like to you? Was he something monstrous and toxic sitting in you now? Were you scared? He couldn’t blame you if you were. Something latching onto you out of nowhere and leaving behind a horrible, awful thing that you didn’t recognize sitting in the pit of your stomach? Or did you know it was him the same way that he knew the dark core was you?

Sam was in front of him, and Dean hadn’t realized that he had fallen to his knees as the magic took hold and solidified the bond. 

“Dean!” Sam had a hand on each of Dean’s shoulders, keeping him from continuing forward onto his face. Dean didn’t have a clue how he looked, otherwise he might’ve been wearing the same concerned expression that Sam had. Eyes glazed over and empty before he all but collapsed.

“I’m good, Sammy,” Dean said reassuringly. He wasn’t. Even though he cherished having you so close, it wasn’t really you. This wasn’t your choice. It was his. All his. And you never would’ve wanted this. Never would’ve wanted to be tainted by a permanent connection to someone like him.

He stood back up, feeling only slightly off in his own body. Although he was sure he was only imagining it, it almost felt as though your presence in his core had a weight to it. Like a piece of you was actually there with him. Your pendant burned hot in his pocket. 

“How do you feel?” Sam asked, still looking Dean over for any sign of... something. Dean wasn’t sure what Sam thought he might find. A mark perhaps? Some sort of physical change? A physical manifestation of the magic that linked you and Dean together? To Dean, it felt like a damn brand. Like you had been imprinted onto the tattered pieces of him that could scarcely be called his soul. It was a comfort. It made him want to retch. He hated witches. He hated magic. He hated that this sort of magic even existed.

“Like a million bucks,” Dean lied. Like a liar. 

“Okay...” Sam didn’t have to say that he didn’t believe him for Dean to know. But Sam didn’t press. And Dean didn’t offer anything more. “What’s our plan?”

“This,” Dean gestured to the table in front of Rowena. “This should’ve broken the other spell, right? She should be able to just walk out of there now?”

“Maybe? I can proudly say I’ve never cast a binding spell like this before, so I don’t know the extent of it.” Rowena’s response wasn’t very reassuring, and Dean’s jaw was beginning to hurt with how hard he was clenching it. 

“Look, we just need to get her out of there then we can deal with Irene after, yeah?” Sam steered the conversation back on track.

“Yeah,” came Dean’s curt response. “I’ll get her.”

“By yourself?”

“I need you here with Rowena figuring out a way to reverse this.”

“Dean, I really don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go after her alone.” Dean flashed his brother his signature grin as the Impala’s keys jingled in his hand.

“I won’t be by myself. I’ll have her.”

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Part 7 --- Part 9

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Heavy In Your Arms

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Notes: This fic is Togame Jo-centric, not a huge fan of Choji so fans beware- Choji stays crazy, there will be original characters sprinkled in as needed, MC is on the thicker side (i've left this open to interpretation) Jo is nearly 200lbs he can handle some thicc thighs.

Fic wide TW: Aged Up Characters, No Characters Below 18,  No Use of Y/N, Reader’s Body is MOSTLY Open to Interpretation- but leans thicc, Unhealthy Coping Skills, People Pleaser- Reader Has Some Spine, Established Family Dynamics, Unhealthy Relationship, Praise Kink, Light BDSM, Exhibition, Dead Dove: Read Warnings!, Graphic Depictions of Gang Violence,  Sexual Content, Sexual Assault, Drug Use, Threats of Vilolence, Graphic Depictions of Torture, Xenophobia, Mentions of Drugs, Graphic Depictions of Drug Use, AU- Cannon Divergence.

Please do not read if this would harm you in any way, your mental health comes first!

Book: Heavy in Your Arms

Chapter: 7, Where he slowly let me drown

Chapter TW: Smut that includes: mirror as sex toy, fingers, exhibitionism, stolen panties, man handling, spanking, unprotected sex, creampies.

Word Count: 19,000~ (A really cute beta did some betaing but, we still die like men.)

Edit: 2/8/25 I am working on cleaning up this chapter a bit. I am not very happy with the flow of conversations. Here is what happened, I jumped ahead and started writing a different chapter because it was consuming my thoughts, and it lead to me rushing chapter 7 a lot. Which I should not have done. I am sorry for the quality that is lacking in this one.

The past 3 weeks had been an absolute blur of events, conversations, and passionate moments. While your aunt had not been entirely happy with you constantly staying over at Togame’s apartment she settled down when you didn’t slack on your duties of helping her. Each day you focused on school, chores for auntie, and Togame- it was a lot at times but you found a good balance with Kaoru’s help. 

A wonderful change that had happened was the bonding between you and Kaoru. While he never said anything remotely sensational about Togame or Shishitoren, his personality would come out more when you were pouting about something Togame said- which was great progress. At some point, Kaoru even started sending you memes which quickly became the highlight of your daily routine. 

One thing had not changed, Toma had not come to see you, nor return your calls. At first it hurt, but you understood why he was upset. The choice you had made in the tunnel those weeks ago had hurt him, but now it felt frustrating he wouldn’t reach out. Thankfully Kotoha had been reaching out to you, reminding you that she was still looking to hang out. You would politely decline, but promise it would happen soon. You wanted to bridge things with Toma before you started showing up randomly again. 

Today was monday, the sun was shining and you were done with class. Your laptop closed with a soft snap.You had no homework due for 2 weeks, and you had very few chores to worry about for Auntie. Today was going to be the day you forced Toma to have a chat, even if all he needed to do was yell at you- it would be something, and better than silence. 

You look over a text to Kaoru one last time before sending it off. “Morning! I am at Togame's. Can you come over? I’d like to visit Orion.” You set your phone down, waiting for a response. Togame had left early in the morning stating he had to hit the gym, then a meeting right after.

You pace nervously around Togame's spacious living room, your eyes darting to your phone every few seconds. The morning sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floors. Your heart races as you contemplate your plan to confront Toma.

A soft ping breaks the silence. Kaoru's reply lights up your screen: "On my way. Is everything okay?"

You type back quickly, "Yeah, just want to work on something today."

Fifteen minutes later, a gentle knock at the door announces Kaoru's arrival. You open it to find him standing there, his slim frame silhouetted against the hallway light. His dark eyes scan your face, concern etched in his features.

"What's going on?" he asks softly as he steps inside.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. "I need to see Toma. It's been weeks, and I can't stand this silence anymore."

Kaoru's expression tightens almost imperceptibly. "Have you talked to Togame-sama about this?"

You shake your head, stress gnawing at your insides. "Not yet. I wanted to make sure you had time to come with me if he approves a visit."

Kaoru sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Yes, I do."

Your throat tightens as you watch his shoulders square up. "Thank you. I am sorry in advance if they behave a bit…"

Kaoru studies you for a long moment, his gaze unreadable. "Rude? Upset? Standoffish?" he offers as the end to your sentence with a cheeky smile.

“Yeah.” You deflate, hoping that both of you were wrong. Even Kotoha hadn’t texted you much since the phone call a few weeks back.

“Alright, let’s go to Orion and see if Togame is available.” Kaoru suggests.

You nod, grabbing your jacket and purse then follow Kaoru out of the apartment. The walk to Orion is tense, you shuffle through all the outcomes of this confrontation- which does not help the dread in your gut. As you approach the old theater, you can't help but notice construction equipment parked at the front, several men standing around- seemingly waiting for orders.

Kaoru leads you through a side entrance, nodding to a few members as you make your way to Togame's office. A few of them stop to look at you, curious about your presence but make no comments. Even after a few weeks you were still bumping into people you’d never seen before making you wonder how big Shishitoren really was. The trip to his office feels too short, your heart pounds in your chest wildly. In your haste you turn the handle to the door before Kaoru can knock. He stares at you but says nothing as you walk into the room unannounced. 

You step inside, Kaoru close behind you. Togame looks up from his desk, his green eyes narrowing slightly as they land on your fingers fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt, and likely from the sudden interruption. 

"This is an unexpected visit." he says, leaning back in his chair, eyes narrowing at Kaoru. "What brings you here?"

You swallow hard, willing your voice to remain steady. "I want to visit Toma today." It was not the most elegant conversation starter, but you needed to get it out before you back down from this decision. The room goes eerily quiet. Togame's face remains impassive, but you can sense the shift in his demeanor. He stands slowly, circling around his desk to stand in front of you.

"And why today?" he asks, his voice oddly soft.

You feel Kaoru shift beside you, there was a strong possibility he felt this was a private conversation but you were glad he was here. While you didn’t think Kaoru would ever side with you over Togame, he gave off the vibes he would defend you if it really came down to it. You force yourself to meet Togame's gaze.

"It's been weeks, Togame. He won't answer my calls or texts. I need to talk to him, to explain-" you trail off, feeling a bit lost in your own thoughts. What did you want to explain? 

"Explain what?" Togame asks, looking a bit tired.

"I just need to know he doesn’t hate me." you mumble out. Speaking openly about your fears about Toma suddenly brings so many emotions forward. What if he really didn't want to speak with you anymore?  Togame studies you for a long moment, his expression difficult to read. When he finally responds its a long sigh, with his fingers running through his dark hair.

"Alright." he says, his voice clipped. "But Kaoru goes with you, and you don't leave his sight. Understood?" You nod quickly, relief washing over you. "Thank you, Togame." you smile up at him, thankful he kept his word on letting you visit friends and family.

He reaches out, cupping your face in his hand. His touch is gentle, but there's an underlying tension in his grip. "Just," he pauses, lost in his thoughts “Just..come back here when you are done, let me know how it goes.”

Leaning into his touch brings you great comfort, if you could stay here all day you would. "I will!" you promise with a large smile slowly pulling away from his touch. You had thought Togame was going to put up more of a fight, but as usual he gave you exactly what you asked for. 

Togame's eyes flicker to Kaoru. "Keep her safe." he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Of course, Togame-sama." Kaoru replies with a slight bow. As you leave Togame's office, something heavy drops in your stomach- suddenly your choice feels like a bad idea. You look over at Kaoru who is even more quiet than usual. You tilt your head, wondering why he looked so different in this moment- sorta pale. Was he that worried about your safety? Surely not, you had traveled between Bofurin and Shishitoren territory without incident all the time. Granted, you weren't wearing a Shishitoren jacket.

“Are you alright?” You ask Kaoru as you look over his appearance. He startles slightly, his dark eyes are wide as they look back at you.

“Yes, I just have never been to Bofurin territory.” He admits quietly, fingers twitching at his side. Your heart sinks at Kaoru's admission. You hadn't considered that this visit might be difficult for him too.

"Oh shit, Kaoru, I'm sorry. I didn't think about that! We don't have to go, I can try calling Toma again!" It wasn't like you are Kaoru were best friends yet, but the time you had spent together recently made him feel important to you, and more importantly- it made you want to consider him just as much as yourself. 

He shakes his head, a tight smile tugging at his lips. "No, it's alright. It's important you see your family."  You smile at him, grateful for his willingness to put up with your wants and needs. You owed him a BBQ night after this. 

As you exit Orion, the construction noise grows louder. You can't help but wonder what changes Togame has planned for the old theater. The large metal beams clinking against the ground makes you both rush forward to avoid any hearing loss.

The trip to Bofurin territory was way too intense. Normally the two of you found something light to chat about, but this time neither of you spoke.The hem of your shirt pops a stitch as you pull at it, you ignore it, focusing on rehearsing what you'll say to Toma in your head. All you end up accomplishing is realizing your shirts have holes in them from stress fidgeting. Kaoru on the other hand remains vigilant, his eyes constantly scanning your surroundings, but completely silent.

As you approach the familiar tunnel, a wave of anxiety washes over you. It feels like a lifetime has passed since you last walked this tunnel. Two Shishitoren members looked up from their lounging spot as you passed into the entrance. One of them tapped the other's shoulder, pointing to you while mumbling. For a moment you wanted to ask why they were pointing but Kaoru kept you both moving before that could happen. You were about 4 blocks into Bofurin territory before Kaoru finally spoke. 

"Where are we headed?" Kaoru asks softly, his voice filled with tension.

"Cafe Pothos, it's about 30 minutes away." you reply, suddenly feeling less strong. "It's where a lot of Bofurin hang out, Toma included." He nods while still looking around. His arm takes your elbow firmly, halting you both.

“What are you doing on this side?” A voice calls out to your right. Your head turns, eyes landing on a man in the Bofurin uniform, glaring at the both of you.

“We are visiting one of her family members, Hajime-san is aware of my presence.” Kaoru answers calmly while slowly shifting you behind him. Your hand lands on his bicep more for comfort than holding him back. 

The Bofurin member narrows his eyes, his posture tense as he considers Kaoru's stance, looking him up and down. You hold your breath, praying this doesn't escalate.

"Is that so?" he says, taking a step closer, unconvinced. “I think I would have heard if Shishitoren trash was allowed on this street during daylight hours.”

Kaoru fully places you behind him, obstructing your view until you shift your head to look at the Bofurin patrol. His voice remains calm, but you can sense the underlying tension of his body coiling up, ready to pounce. "We mean no disrespect. We're simply here for a short visit. If you'd like to confirm with Hajime-san, please feel free to do so."

The Bofurin member scoffs, his hand moving to rest upon his hip - squaring up. Your heart races as you push around Kaoru's shoulder a bit, trying to defuse the situation.

"Please," you say, your voice shaky but determined. "I'm just here to see Toma Hiragi. He is my cousin!"

At the mention of Toma's name, the man's eyes widened slightly in recognition. He looks at you more closely, his aggressive stance softening just a fraction.

"You're that girl," he mutters, more to himself than to you. "The one Hiragi's been moping about." You flinch at his words, guilt twisting in your stomach. Before you can respond, another voice cuts through the tension.

"Oi! What's going on here?" Toma’s voice cuts through the air, making all of you snap to attention. You all turn to see Toma himself striding towards you, his face a mask of confusion and anger. His eyes lock onto you, then narrow as they shift to Kaoru. He looks tired, dark circles under his eyes, but otherwise unchanged.

"Toma." you breathe, stepping out from behind Kaoru. The Bofurin member turns to Toma, gesturing at you and Kaoru. "Found these two wandering around. Claims they're here to visit you." Toma's jaw clenches as his gaze flicks between you and Kaoru again. For a moment, you're afraid he might deny knowing you, or might just send you away. But then he sighs, running a hand through his spiky blond hair.

"It's fine." he says to the other Bofurin member. "I'll handle this."

The man looks skeptical but nods, shooting one last glare at Kaoru before walking away. You're left standing there, heart pounding, as Toma fully approaches you.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice low and tightly controlled. You swallow hard, feeling your throat tighten with all the things you wanted to say.

I miss you.

Do you hate me? 

Can't we all be friends? 

I don't understand how this happened so fast. 

"I needed to see you, Toma. It's been weeks and you haven't returned any of my calls or messages. I just... I wanted to know if you're okay."

Toma's eyes narrow, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Okay? You're asking if I'm okay?" He shakes his head, looking away from you. "You chose him, remember? You walked away from us. Now you show up here, with one of his men, asking if I'm okay?"

His words sting, but you stand your ground. "I know I hurt you, Toma. That's why I'm here. I want to explain, to try and make things right between us."

Toma's gaze flicks to Kaoru, who stands silently behind you, watchful and tense. "And him? Is he here to make sure I don't try anything?"

You shake your head quickly. "No, Toma. He's just here for me. But this is about us, about our family. Please, can we talk somewhere private?"

Toma stares at you for a long moment, conflict evident in his eyes. Finally, he sighs heavily. "Fine. We can talk at Pothos. But he," he jerks his chin towards Kaoru, "stays outside."

You glance back at Kaoru, who shakes his head no. “Toma, he needs to stay with me.” Toma's eyes flash with anger, his fists balling tight at his side. "So you don't trust me now? Is that it?"

You feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "It's not that, Toma. It's just... it's complicated. Please, can we just talk?"

Toma runs a self soothing hand through his hair again, frustration evident in every movement. Finally, he nods curtly. "Fine. But he sits at a different table. I won't have him hovering over us while we talk."

You glance at Kaoru, who gives you a small nod of agreement. "Okay," you say, relief washing over you. "Thank you, Toma."

The three of you make your way to Cafe Pothos in tense silence. As you enter, you feel the weight of curious stares from the other patrons. Toma leads you to a booth in the corner, while Kaoru takes a seat at the counter, his eyes never leaving you. Kotoha stares with wide eyes at you but stops short of coming over- giving you and Toma space. You give her a small wave and smile, but continue following Toma.

As you slide into the booth across from Toma, you're struck by how tired he looks up close. The dark circles under his eyes are more pronounced, and there's a weariness in his posture that wasn't there before.

"So," Toma says, his voice low and guarded. "You wanted to talk. Talk."

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “I’ve missed you.” You breathe out, voice shaking.

Toma's eyes flicker with a mix of emotions - anger, pain, and a hint of longing. He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Missed me? That's rich, coming from you."

You flinch at his harsh tone, licking the top of your back teeth in stress. Why was finding the right words so hard? "I know." you take a quick breath, “I never meant to hurt you.”

"But you did. You chose him over us. Over me." He says low, sounded tired and at a loss. Toma's words hit you like a physical blow. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, but you blink them back, determined to get through this conversation without balling your eyes out.

"I know I did." you say slowly. 

Toma's jaw clenches, his eyes flickering with a mix of pain and anger. “Then why did you do it? Why did you choose him?"

You take a shaky breath, trying to find the right words. "I feel drawn to him," you smile sadly, swatting a tear away. “He likes me as I am, all of me.”

Toma scoffs, shaking his head. "So you threw us away for quick comfort? A guy you barely know?"

You recoil from his allegation. "I do know Togame, more than you do anyway. Why didn't you even try to speak to us?" 

Toma's eyes flash with anger. "Speak to you? After what happened in that tunnel? After you just walked away?" He leans forward, "Do you have any idea what it's been like here since you left? The looks, the whispers? Everyone knows you're with him now. Do you know what that does to our reputation?"

You feel a surge of frustration. "Is that what this is about? Reputation? Toma, I'm still me. I'm still your family. Nothing has changed about how I feel about you or anyone else here."

"Everything has changed." Toma hisses, slamming his palm on the table. You jump at the sudden noise, noticing Kaoru tense and shift to the next closest seat to you from the corner of your eye. "You're with the enemy now. How can we trust you?"

His words were like salt in a wound, but this sting made you mad . "Enemy?" you balk “Enemy? Are you being fucking serious? How is someone who funds your pocket an enemy?” You knew that was a low blow, and felt like you would regret saying that later, but saying Togame was an enemy had felt like a personal attack. 

Now he recoiled from you, his breathing very uneven. “ That has nothing to do with the choice you made.” His body was nearly shaking as he spoke, as if being reminded of the balance between the two factions was a deep insult. You feel your frustration building to new heights, your voice rising slightly.

"It has everything to do with it, Toma. Togame isn't some monster out to destroy Bofurin. He's been helping, funding projects, trying to make things better when he can."

Toma's eyes narrow dangerously. "Is that what he's told you? And you believe him? How naive can you be?" He spit out with enough venom to make the tears you had been holding back rush forward. He sounded exactly like the rest of the family, always assuming your quiet nature meant you were dumb. Tears began to spill over your cheeks, but you had to press on.

 "I've seen it with my own eyes, Toma. I have seen him help several people including Bofurin!"

Toma lets out a bitter laugh. "Help? By blackmailing us just to make sure you can visit? By taking over our territory piece by piece? That's not help, that's conquest."

You shake your head, shaking away doubts. You knew Togame wasn’t perfect, fuck he was far from it, but his feelings for you were real, and they were enough to hold steady against Toma’s harsh words. “I don’t know anything about that Toma, but blackmail seems like a stretch.” 

"You've known him for what, a month? And suddenly you're an expert on his intentions?" Toma snaps. You stare at him, your eyes wide with disbelief. You had never seen him like this before, never heard him so unyielding

"No, I’m not an expert, Toma. But I know what I've seen, what I've experienced. Togame isn't perfect, but he's not the villain you're making him out to be."

Toma leans back, his eyes cold. "So that's it then? He’s a good guy?”

You take a deep breath, trying to bottle up your tears. "No, Toma. He isn't, and I know that. But he's no villain either."

Toma scoffs, shaking his head. "You sound brainwashed." And just like that the dam breaks fully. Your throat goes tight and you choke out a sob. Your hands come up to cradle your head, your anxiety reaching near attack highs.

Your shoulders shake as you try to contain your sobs. The weight of Toma's accusation, the weeks of stress and guilt, all come crashing down on you at once. You feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly exhausted.

"Hey," Toma's voice softens slightly, a hint of concern breaking through his anger. "I didn't mean to-"

"No," you cut him off, your voice trembling. "You did mean it. That's what hurts the most." You look up at him through tear-filled eyes. "I came here hoping to fix things. But you've already decided I'm the enemy, haven't you?"

Toma's expression flickers, a mix of guilt and stubbornness. "That's not fair. You're the one who chose to leave."

"I didn't leave you, Toma!" you exclaim, your voice cracking. "I’m right here! I fell for someone, but I never stopped caring about you. Why can't you see that?"

Toma runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in every movement. "Because it's not that simple! You can't just have both worlds. It doesn't work like that."

You take a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. "Why not? Why does it have to be one or the other? Why can't I care about both of you?"

Toma's eyes flash with a mix of pain and anger. "Because it's not just about you and me! It's about loyalty, about where you stand. You can't be with him and still be one of us."

You feel a surge of desperation. "But why not? Why does it have to be so black and white?"

Toma leans forward, arms still crossed. "Because that's how this world works. You think Togame would be okay with you hanging around here if things got tense between our groups again? What if a war happens? You think he'd let you choose us over him?"

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. You hadn't considered that possibility, and the thought makes your stomach churn. "He would let me leave."

Toma's eyes narrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, he'd let you leave? Just like that? You really believe that?"

You flinch at his tone, but hold your ground. "Yes, I do. He's not holding me prisoner, Toma. I'm with him because I want to be."

Toma leans back, shaking his head. "You're so naive. You think you know him after a few weeks? People like Togame don't just let go of what they consider theirs."

His words send a chill down your spine, but you push the doubt aside. "You don't know him like I do."

"That goes both ways." Toma counters. "You haven't seen what he's capable of."

You feel your frustration building again. "Then tell me, Toma. What has he done that's so terrible?"

Toma's jaw clenches, his eyes darting around the café before leaning in slightly. "You want to know? Fine. There was a fire at the old warehouse district a few weeks back."

"Okay, so there was a fire." you offer, not fully understanding where he was going with his point.

"That was Togame," Toma hisses. "He ordered it to send a message. Three men from a small group were in the building."

Your blood runs cold at Toma's words. "What?" you whisper, your voice barely audible. "That's not.." the words fall away, you don’t even know what to say.

"That is who he is." Toma says firmly. "And that's just one example. You think he got to where he is by playing nice? Wake up."

Your mind races, trying to reconcile the Togame you know with the man Toma is describing. "There has to be more to the story," you insist, but your voice lacks conviction.

Toma leans back, a bitter smile on his face. "There always is with guys like him. But the result is the same. People get hurt. People die."

You feel sick to your stomach, your earlier certainty crumbling. "Look, he isn’t here to defend himself. I can talk with him about it later." you say weakly.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll have a great explanation," Toma says sarcastically. "Just like I'm sure he has explanations for all the other things he's done."

The tears in your eyes begin to dry up, and exhaustion washes into your bones. “Look, Toma…” you pause, “He told me not to defend his actions so I won't…but what I do know is he makes me feel whole.” You look up, your eyes reaching his.

“I am not sure if it's love, but it's strong.” you laugh without any humor, the word felt dangerous to say if you were completely honest with yourself.

Toma's expression softens slightly at your words, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes. He sighs heavily, leaning back in his seat.

"Alright," he says quietly. "But that doesn't change the reality of the situation."

You nod, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. "I know. But Toma, I don't want to lose you. You're my family. Can't we... can't we find a way to make this work?"

Toma runs a hand through his hair, conflict evident in his features. "I don't know," he admits. "It's not just about us. There's the whole group to consider."

You reach across the table, hesitating before gently placing your hand out for him to take. "But let's start with us. Can we at least try to stay in touch? Don't let this come between the family?"

Toma looks at your hand, then back up at you. For a moment, you see a glimpse of the cousin you grew up with, the one who always had your back.

"I can't promise anything," he says slowly. "But... I'll try. For you."

You feel a wave of relief wash over you. It's not perfect, but it's a start. "Thank you, Toma. That's all I'm asking for."

He nods, then glances over at Kaoru, who's still watching intently from the counter.

"I should probably get going," you say softly, noticing Toma's glance towards Kaoru. "But I meant what I said. I want to try to make this work."

Toma nods, his expression guarded but no longer hostile. "Yeah, alright. Just... be careful, okay? And if you ever need anything..."

You give him a small smile. "I know. Thank you, Toma."

As you stand to leave, Toma reaches out and grasps your wrist gently. "Hey," he says, his voice low. "If things ever go south with him... if you ever feel unsafe or need to get out... you come straight here, understand? No matter what's happened between us, I'll always have your back."

You nod, squeezing his hand briefly. "I will, promise."

You make your way over to Kaoru, who stands as you approach. His eyes scan your face, concern evident in his features.

"Everything okay?" he asks softly as you reach him. You nod to him but quickly look over at Kotoha who is wiping away tears. Your heart drops again knowing your friend listened the whole time and didn’t get to say her piece.

“So, you really like him?” She says softly, red eyes looking at the floor.

You feel a lump form in your throat as you look at Kotoha's tear-stained face. "Kotoha, I..." you start, your voice trailing off as you struggle to find the right words.

She looks up at you, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "It's okay," she says softly. "I heard everything. I just... I wish things could be different."

You step closer to her, your heart aching. "Me too," you admit. "I never wanted to hurt any of you. You're my family, my best friends."

Kotoha nods, wiping at her eyes. "I know. It's just... it's hard, you know? Seeing you with him, knowing how dangerous he is."

You swallow hard, Toma's words about the warehouse fire echoing in your mind. "I know it must seem that way," you say carefully. "But there's more to him than that. I've seen a different side of him."

Kotoha gives you a sad smile. "I hope you're right. Just... promise me you'll be careful, okay? And that you won't forget about us?"

You reach out, pulling her into a tight hug. "Never," you whisper fiercely. "You guys are my family. That will never change."

You catch Toma's eye and give him a small nod, which he returns after a moment's hesitation. Turning back to Kotoha, you squeeze her hand gently.

"I'll call you soon, okay? We can grab coffee or something, just the two of us." Kotoha nods, managing a watery smile. "I'd like that."

You feel Kaoru's presence behind you, a gentle reminder that it's time to go. With one last look at your friends, you turn and head for the door, your emotions a tangled mess of relief, sadness, and lingering anxiety.

As you step out into the sunlight, Kaoru falls into step beside you. His silence is comforting, allowing you space to process everything that just happened. You walk for a few blocks before he finally speaks.

"Are you alright?" he asks softly, his dark eyes searching your face.

You take a deep breath, considering the question. "I'm... I don't know," you admit. "It went better than I expected in some ways, but..." Kaoru nods, understanding in his expression. "But there's still a lot unresolved." He offers gently. 

"Yeah," you sigh, hand playing your hair to self soothe. "And now I need to talk to Togame about somethings, unpleasant things. "

Kaoru's steps falter for just a moment, but he quickly recovers. "I see." he says carefully.

"About what Toma said?" He asks , and you nod, your stomach churning at the memory of Toma's accusations.

"I need to know the truth, Kaoru. About the warehouse fire, about... everything." Kaoru is quiet for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and serious. "Just... be prepared. The truth isn't always easy to hear."

His words send a chill down your spine, but you square your shoulders, determined. "I know. But I need to hear it anyway." A look passes over Kaoru’s face that nearly makes you stop walking. 

“Just know, he shouldn’t have told you. Togame-sama will….he will do something about it.” he said each word very slowly, like he was struggling to not speak his thoughts, but you were glad he did. That was something to keep in mind when you spoke with Togame, you needed to ask your questions carefully.

As you make your way back towards Orion, your mind races with questions. You know that the conversation ahead with Togame won't be easy, but you also know it's necessary. Whatever the truth may be, you need to face it head-on. The walk back was uncomfortably silent, Kaoru was stiff and looking oddly pale.

The familiar sight of Orion comes into view, the construction equipment still buzzing with activity. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come. As you approach the entrance, you catch sight of Togame through one of the windows, his tall figure unmistakable even from a distance.

As you enter Orion, the bustling noise of the construction fades away, replaced by the muted sounds of the theater's interior shuffling. Your steps echo in the hallway as you make your way towards Togame's office, Kaoru a silent presence behind you.

Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat seeming to ask: were you ready to hear what he had to say? 

You pause outside Togame's door, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. Kaoru places a gentle hand on your shoulder, his voice low as he says, "I'll wait out here. Take your time."

You push open the door without knocking, stepping into the familiar space of his office. Togame is standing by the window, his back to you as he looks out over the construction site. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the room, giving everything a golden hue.

"How did it go?" Togame asks, not turning around.

You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry. "It was... complicated," you manage. "But that's not why I'm here."

Now Togame does turn, his green eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. "Oh?" he says, his voice deceptively calm. "I imagine from the look on your face, he told you something he shouldn’t have."

You take a step forward, squaring your shoulders. "Did you really use me to get a deal with Bofurin? "

Togame's expression doesn't change, but you see a flicker of something - surprise? concern? - in his eyes. He moves away from the window, circling his desk to stand in front of you.

"Use you?" he repeats, his voice low. "In a way, yes I did."

You nod, your hands clenched at your sides to stop them from shaking. "All that talk about me not being a pawn, that was a lie?"

Togame studies you for a long moment, his gaze still relaxed. Then, without warning, he reaches out and cups your face in his hands. His touch is gentle, but you can feel the tension in his fingers.

"No." he says softly, "it was not a lie."

Your heart races, but you don't pull away. "But Toma said you blackmailed them." you whisper.

Togame's thumbs brush across your cheeks, his eyes never leaving yours. " Blackmail is not how I would characterize that chat." he begins, his voice steady. "I renegotiate with them all the time." 

You feel a chill run down your spine, but you press on. "But you did use me as a reason?"

"Yes." The lack of emotion on his face was alarming, as if the person before you was a different man. Your breath catches in your throat at Togame's blunt admission. You feel a wave of nausea wash over you, but you force yourself to stay rooted in place, your eyes locked on his.

"Why?" you manage to choke out. "Why? Against my own family?"

Togame's hands drop from your face, but he doesn't step away. His green eyes bore into yours, unflinching. "Against them? Hardly."

You shake your head, trying to reconcile the two conversations. "But why did he take it so personally then?"

A humorless smile flickers across Togame's face. "Because I made it personal. "

You take a step back, your mind reeling. "Why?"

"Because," Togame says, his voice maddeningly calm. "I have given them more patience than they deserve. Being called a woman beater was the last straw." You stare wide eyed, is that what everyone was thinking? You thought this was about the bodyguard- when and who was calling him a woman beater? Your mind spun in confusion, completely lost as to how this was all related. 

Togame's expression hardens slightly. "That’s right. You didn’t really know that conversation. "

You feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Why wouldn’t you just tell me that, I would have cleared it up."

Togame takes a step towards you, his voice low and intense. "They wouldn’t listen to you. Even now they think you are my complete control. Unable to choose me over them of your own free will."

You shake your head, your voice barely above a whisper. "Toma will listen."

"Did he listen today?" Togame says, reaching out to brush a tear from your cheek. "This is just how it is. Bofurin always struggles to reconcile a few hard truths. " he continues, “This is why I didn’t think it was a good idea to visit him. Hiragi is hurt, and right now playing pretend. He is one of the Four Kings of Bofurin, and he has been on my doorstep before seeking aid to clean up blood. They all have. These things happen. Yet…I remain the only villain.”

You stagger back, feeling as if the ground has dropped out from beneath you. He sits back on his desk, looking you over.

"No," you whisper, shaking your head. "That can't be true. Toma wouldn't..."

"Wouldn't what?" Togame asks, his voice gentle but firm. "Wouldn't kill to protect what's his? Wouldn't do whatever it takes to keep his people safe? You'd be surprised what people are capable of when pushed to their limits."

You wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling cold despite the warmth of the room. "I just... I can't believe it. Any of it."

Togame stands, moving towards you slowly, as if approaching a frightened animal. "I know it's hard to hear. But this is the reality of our world. It's ugly, it's underhanded, but it's necessary." You look up at him, tears streaming down your face unable to find the words to fight back.

Togame's expression softens slightly. "It's not easy. It never has been. But I do what I must to protect what's mine. To protect you."

His words send a shiver down your spine. "But you still used me."

Togame reaches out, gently cupping your face in his hands once more. "A small change in contract wording does not mean I blackmailed them. They simply got rude with me about you, and it cost them some comfort- nothing more."

You stare into Togame's eyes, searching for any sign of deception. His gaze remains steady, unflinching. You want to believe him, but doubt gnaws at your insides.

"And the warehouse fire?" you whisper, your voice trembling. "Toma said..."

Togame's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. "Ah, so he told you about that."

Your heart races as you wait for his response. Togame sighs, releasing your face and taking a step back.

"It's true," he says quietly. "I ordered the fire."

You feel as if all the air has been sucked out of the room. "Why?" you manage to choke out.

Togame's eyes harden, but he shifts to pull you in close. “These are not things for you to worry about. He should not have told you.”

You push away from Togame, anger flaring in your chest. "Not for me to worry about? People died, Togame! How can you expect me not to care about that?"

“I never said that. I would prefer you not know about what any of us do.” he turns to look out the window for a moment. “And it will be that way going forward.” he says plainly, though it felt oddly threatening. 

You stare at Togame in disbelief, your mind reeling. "What do you mean, it will be that way going forward? You can't just decide to keep me in the dark about everything!"

Togame turns back to you, his expression stern. "I can, and I will. This world is dangerous, and the less you know, the safer you'll be."

You feel a surge of anger and frustration. "That's not fair! I'm not some fragile doll you need to protect. I deserve to know what's going on, especially if it involves people I care about!"

Togame's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and concern. "I'm trying to keep you safe, to give you a chance at a normal life despite being with me."

You shake your head, tears threatening to spill over. "I don't want a 'normal' life if it means being lied to and kept in the dark. I want to be with you, all of you, not just the parts you think I can handle!"

Togame runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in every movement. "We talked about this already. I will tell you what I can, when I can. What Hiragi said was out of anger only- he wouldn’t normally share that either.”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. "I understand you're trying to protect me, Togame. But keeping me completely in the dark isn't the answer. I need to know at least some of what's going on, especially if it affects my family and friends."

Togame studies you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. After prolonged silence he sighs. "Next time I'll inform you if you come up in a call.  The fire does not concern you,  and it stays that way. " You nod slowly, feeling a mix of relief and lingering frustration.

“As for Hiragi. Some new rules will need to be in place until he calms down.” Togame said flatly.

“You can’t do this, you can’t just stop me from seeing him!” You nearly shout, which gets you a harsher look than you were prepared to receive. Your skin feels tight as you try to remain firm against Togame’s oppressive aura. 

“I didn’t say the rules were for you.” he took a breath, calming down a fraction. “No, I’ll call Hajime, and have him deal with Hiragi.”

You feel your heart drop at Togame's words. "Deal with Toma? What do you mean by that?"

Togame's expression remains impassive. "Nothing drastic. But he needs to understand that sharing sensitive information has consequences."

You shake your head vehemently. "No, Togame. You can't punish him for telling me the truth. That's not fair!"

“Stop this behavior.” he scolds you, making you flinch. “There are rules, and he is violating them. He didn't just say it to you, he said that information to a room full of people.”

You take a step back, feeling oddly stricken by his harsh demeanor. "I... I'm sorry," you stammer, your voice shaking. "I didn't realize...but Toma is my family. Please, don't hurt him because of me.”

Togame's expression eases a fraction. "I won't hurt him. He put you and others at risk by speaking so freely, that needs to be addressed."

You nod slowly, your mind racing. "What kind of consequences?"

"That's for Hajime to decide," Togame says. "But I assure you, it won't be anything harmful."

You feel a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety. "Can I at least talk to Toma first? Explain things to him?"

Togame considers for a moment, then shakes his head. "No. It's better if you stay out of this for now. Let Hajime handle it." You want to argue, but the finality in Togame's voice makes you hesitate. You realize pushing too hard right now might make things worse.

You nod reluctantly, feeling defeated. "Okay." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. "I just don't want anyone to get hurt because of me."

Togame's expression softens as he steps closer to you. He gently cups your face in his hands, and you don’t push him away, savoring the feeling of his thumbs brushing away the tears on your cheeks. 

"No one is going to get hurt," he says softly. "This is just about maintaining order and respect."

You lean into his touch, feeling emotionally drained. "I believe you." you murmur, even as a small part of you still harbors doubt. "I just wish things were easy with him." you huff out.

Togame pulls you into a tight embrace, his chin resting on top of your head. "I know." he says, his voice rumbling in his chest.

You wrap your arms around him, clinging to his warmth and stability. For a moment, you allow yourself to just be held, pushing aside the swirling thoughts and doubts.

After a long moment, Togame pulls back slightly, looking down at you. “Speaking of respect,” a devilish grin spreads along his features. “You didn’t knock when you came in, twice.” His hands slipped down your waist until they landed on the top of your ass.

You can't help but gasp, both from the suddenness of his actions and his playful tone. You had almost forgotten about barging into his room without knocking earlier. A flush creeps up your cheeks as you realize your current position is trapped between Togame and a heavy chair.

You blush, heat creeping into your cheeks as Togame's mood shifts so abruptly. "I-I'm sorry," you stammer, instinctively tensing as his hands squeeze your bottom. "I was distracted both times!" 

Togame's grin widens, his eyes dancing with mischief. "We can't have that now, can we?" You stare at him wide eyed, completely thrown off by his sudden change.

“Pull your skirt down, and lean on my desk.” He demands, motioning to his desk.

Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you look at Togame, unsure if he's joking or not. His expression, however, doesn't give away his intentions. After a moment of hesitation, you do as he says. Slowly, you push down your long skirt, revealing your panties, and then bend over his desk. Your hands shake as you grip the cool surface, anxiety and a strange anticipation coiling in your belly.

“Make sure to count beautiful. 10 should be a sufficient lesson.” He reminds you. He hand rubs your ass in circular motions, as if mapping them. He grips your panties, sliding them down to your knees.

“Alrighty wet for me.” he lets out a low chuckle, “such a good girl.”

You can't help but blush at his words, embarrassment and arousal warring within you. "Togame-sama... I..." you trail off, unsure of what to say. The anticipation of the impending spanking is both thrilling and terrifying.

"Count," he says, his tone brooking no argument.

"O-okay," you stutter, closing your eyes and bracing yourself. "One," you say in a shaky voice as the first strike lands across your upturned bottom. The pain is sharp but not unbearable, and you grit your teeth. "Two," you continue through gritted teeth as the second strike falls.

With each subsequent slap, the sting intensifies, and your bottom cheeks burn hotly. You try to focus on the warmth blooming within you, but by the fifth strike, you're wriggling and gripping the desk for dear life.

"T-ten," you dutifully call out the number before collapsing onto the desk, panting heavily.

"Perfect, you did that so well." Togame kneads your tender flesh making you whine in protest, still feeling overworked.

“I have some work to do, come sit on my desk.” He slips your panties the rest of the way off, pocketing them casually. “Move your skirt, so you are fully on my desk.” You stare at him as he walks to his chair and sits down with a soft thud.

You glance over at Togame, your cheeks still flushed from both the spanking and his casual sexual demeanor. Slowly, you push yourself up from the desk, wincing as you adjust your skirt. You hesitate for a moment before cautiously perching on the edge of his desk, your legs dangling over the side.

Togame doesn't say anything but gestures for you to come closer. With a shaky sigh, you scoot over until you're right in front of him, your knees brushing against his outer thighs.

"Much better," he purred, reaching out to stroke the skin on your thigh closest to him. A moan escapes your lips as he plays with your leg.

Togame's touch is feather-light, sending shivers down your spine. You find yourself leaning into his touch, the earlier tension and fears fully forgotten. His fingers move higher, reaching the sensitive spot behind your knee.

"You like that?" Togame asks, his voice low and husky. You nod, unable to form coherent words as he continues to tease you. His other hand rests on your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles on the outside of your stockings.

As if sensing your growing arousal, Togame's hand moves further up your thigh, pausing just short of where you need it most. You bite your lower lip, trying to control your pounding heartbeat. "Togame-sama," you whimper softly, unable to hide the need in your voice any longer.

He chuckles low, clearly enjoying your desperation. "Yes?" he asks, his voice dripping with anticipation.

"I want you," you manage to say through gritted teeth, feeling deeply embarrassed.

“Sorry, I have to work for a bit longer, but lean back and touch yourself for me.”

Your cheeks flame with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment, but you do as Togame says, leaning back on his desk. You slide your hand under your skirt and between your legs, seeking out the already-moist folds of your core. Gently, you begin to circle your clit, letting out a soft moan.

Togame, for his part, seems to be focused on some papers on his desk, but you can feel his eyes on you nonetheless. The knowledge that he's watching only heightens your arousal further. As you touch yourself through your damp panties, you start to moan softly.

“Make noise, helps me focus.” His words spur you on even though he doesn’t bother to look at you, and you find yourself rubbing your clit faster. Your breathing comes in pants now, and your skin is slick with sweat.

You can't believe you're doing this, masturbating on Togame's desk while he works, but the humiliation and his cool demeanor only fuel your arousal. You mewl louder, your fingers flying between your legs as you edge closer to climax. The hand that isn't between your legs grips the edge of the desk tightly, nails digging into the wood.

Togame glances up from his paperwork just long enough to smirk at you before returning to his work. "You only come when I give permission.” he remarks with a flick of his pen.

Your whole body tenses at his words, your orgasm so close you can almost taste it. A part of you wants to defy him, to show him that you're in control of your own body, but another part of you, the needy, submissive part, craves his approval.

"P-please," you beg, your voice ragged with arousal. "Let me... I'm so close."

He merely shakes his head, still writing away. You whine out, head hitting the desk with a thump, body shaking and sweating.

You're so close, and your resolve was even closer to cracking. Your body is a taut coil of arousal, aching for release, but Togame Jo's command rings in your ears. "Not yet." he says, his voice casual as he continues working. Your body is trembling with the force of your restraint. You bite down on your lower lip, leaving bite marks in an attempt to stifle moans threatening to spill from your lips. Togame Jo doesn't even bother glancing up from his paperwork, which only serves to heighten your frustration and arousal further.

“Alright, this is now done. All that is left is a phone call.” He stands from his seat and pulls out his phone from his pocket. You watch with hawk-like eyes as he moves in-between your legs.

“Now, you are going to be a good girl, and hold the phone steady for me, make sure to keep quiet.” he lets a small chuckle, “Or don’t, either way I am fine with it.” He hands you an open phone, a ringing tone already filling the air. His hands pull your body close to the edge, and with one swift movement he pulls himself free from his pants and aligns himself with your dripping pussy. Your breathing hikes to a fever, barely able to keep quiet. The ringing stops and a very familiar voice of Hajime Umemiya answers.

“Togame Jo,” Umemiya states curtly.

You want to die right there and then. Hajime's voice was the last thing you expected to hear on the other end of the phone. Your cheeks burn with mortification as you hold the phone, your hand shaking violently. Togame begins to ease himself inside you, the feeling is so overwhelming that a moan escapes your lips before you can help it.

"Shh," Togame whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he continues to press forward, stretching you to your limits. You bite down on your lower lip, fighting back a scream as he bottoms out inside you.

"Yo, Hajime," Togame drawls casually, as if he weren't currently fucking you on top of his desk. 

"I’m calling about Hiragi. It's come to my attention that he is spouting off information he shouldn’t be." He pauses for a moment, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he starts to move in and out of you with increasing pace. "I’d like you to handle it, so I don’t have to."

Hajime's voice on the other end of the line is livid, but he attempts to keep his cool. "Meaning?" His words are clipped and cold, and you can only imagine the expression on his face at this moment. This was not the man you met weeks ago. He was far colder than you remembered, but maybe that was just with Togame.

“Ah so, no one has told you yet.” he paused, taking an extra deep stroke into your pussy. “He brought up the warehouse fire at Cafe Pothos, in front of an audience- including your sister.” His hips grind against yours, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. You bite down on your lip, trying desperately not to moan into the phone, but it's a losing battle. Small moans begin to spill from your lips as your climax continues to creep closer. If Togame started to rub your clit it was over for your decorum.

“When did this happen?" He asked coldly.

"Today." Togame Jo replies casually, as if discussing the weather instead of another man's life.

Togame Jo's thrusts become even more relentless, his grip on your hips tightening as he angles himself to hit that delicious spot inside you with each stroke. The combination of the conversation and the incredible pleasure threaten to send you over the edge.

Your grip on the phone loosens, and Togame reaches out to help steady it in the air. As if he can read your mind, he brushes his thumb over your clit, sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure coursing through you. You bite down on your wrist, desperately trying to muffle the scream that threatens to escape your lips.

Hajime's curse on the other end of the line is muffled, but you still hear it. Togame Jo chuckles, enjoying every second of your shared humiliation, but only seems to make Hajime more agitated.

The line is silent for a moment before Hajime Umemiya speaks again. "I will handle it." The icy coldness in his voice sent chills down your spine.

Togame Jo's only response is to pick up the pace, pounding into you relentlessly. "Good," he says between thrusts, his voice hoarse with arousal. "Knew I could count on you Hajime-chan." he smirks down at your flushed body. "Say goodbye to Hajime for me," he says with a partially hard thrust.

“Go-goodbye Hajime-san.” you struggle out, sounding completely out of breath.

Togame yanks the phone with a laugh from your shaking hand, and ends the call without waiting for a response from Hajime.

Togame Jo's thrusts don't relent, if anything, they become even more frenzied, as if he were trying to surpass a nonexistent finish line. Sweat trickles down your forehead, your body tense with the effort of holding back your orgasm. You bite down on your knuckles, trying desperately to keep quiet as Togame Jo fucks you mercilessly on top of his desk.

"Togame-sama," you pant out, pleasure mingling with desperation in your voice. "pleasepleasefuckplease" you moan and gasp out, your words all running together.

He grunts in response, his grip on your hips tightening to the point of pain. "Ask nicely." he growls through gritted teeth. "And I might consider it." His words make you whimper, hating yourself for giving him this much control but needing release more than anything in that moment. "Please, Togame-sama, please let me come." you moan, feeling yourself being strangled on the edge of release. You could not hold out much longer.

Togame Jo grins down at you, his emerald eyes flashing with dark satisfaction. "That's better," he purrs, rewarding your submission with a forceful thrust that sends your world spiraling. His fingers find their way to your clit, and he rubs it in time with his relentless thrusts. "Come for me." he commands, his voice horse with arousal.

You scream, the sound unmuffled as Togame Jo finally grants you the release you so desperately craved. Wave after wave of bliss washes over you as he continues to pound into you mercilessly, prolonging your climax until you see stars behind your eyelids. Togame Jo's grip on your hips tightens even more as he groans out his own release, his hot seed filling you up, marking you as his.

Breathless and spent, Togame Jo pulls out of you, leaving you to shiver in the cool air. He tucks himself back into his pants, as if nothing had just happened. You, on the other hand, are left completely disheveled and unmoving.

As the euphoria of your shared orgasms fades, the weight of what just happened settles on you like a lead blanket. Your cheeks burn with humiliation as you struggle to compose yourself, tugging at your clothes down and trying to ignore the sticky evidence of your pleasure on your thighs. Togame Jo, for his part, straightens his clothes as if nothing had just happened. You can't help but feel odd about that interaction even if it was sorta hot.

“What was that?” You ask, eyes narrowed in his direction. Togame Jo's grin widened as he stared down at you, his emerald eyes flashing with amusement and something else you couldn't quite decipher.

"Just having a little fun." he drawled lazily, settling back into his leather chair. He taps his lap, willing you to sit on him.

You hesitate for a moment, torn between your burning cheeks and the lingering desire from moments ago. Despite your reservations, you climb onto his lap, your still sensitive folds brushing against the firm bulge in his pants. Heat creeps into your cheeks once more as you look away, trying to ignore the smirk on his lips.

"That's better," he purred, one hand resting casually on your thigh. "I take it you enjoyed yourself too." It was more of a statement than a question, but you couldn't deny the truth of his words. In fact, arousal pooled between your legs at the memory of the intensity in his eyes as he claimed you so ruthlessly.

Togame Jo's other hand snakes up to cup your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Well, regardless, the day must go on." His words send another wave of heat through your body and you can't help but blush even more. He chuckles, clearly pleased with himself and your reaction.

"Stay for a while." he pauses “I’m sure Kaoru is still outside, might have headphones in though, he can show you around more.” You frown at his cheeky reminder that you were loud moments ago.

“You are an animal, you know that?” You pout at him, though there was no real malice in your voice.

Togame Jo's grin only widened at your comment, his emerald eyes filled with mischief. "I know," he drawled, running a finger down your jawline, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. "It's one of my many charms."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. Togame Jo was infuriating and arrogant, but there was something undeniably captivating about him. Reluctantly, you nod in agreement. "Fine, I'll stay for a bit."

"Hmm." Togame Jo hums noncommittally, but the small smile he presses into your shoulder makes you melt. Damn him for being so fine, and such a devious man. 

You shift slightly on Togame's lap, still feeling the pleasant ache between your legs from your recent activities. The events of the day swirl in your mind - your tense conversation with Toma, the revelations about Togame's actions, and now this unexpected intimate moment. It's a lot to process.

Togame seems content to hold you for now, one hand idly stroking your thigh as he looks over some papers on his desk. The casual intimacy of the moment strikes you, and you find yourself relaxing into his embrace despite your lingering concerns.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, you gather the courage to speak. "Togame," you start hesitantly, "about what happened earlier..."

He looks up at you, his green eyes unreadable. "Yes?"

You take a deep breath. "I just...while I enjoyed it, I'm not entirely comfortable with being put in that position without warning. Especially not during an important call like that." In truth, you liked it a bit too much, but once the drunken haze had passed you felt sleazy for doing that on the phone.

Togame studies you for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. Finally, he nods. "I got carried away in the moment." he admits, though he does not look even a tiny bit guilty. “I’ll prepare you more next time.” He says with a quick smirk. It wasn’t lost on you that he didn’t apologize for your discomfort, but his smile felt like enough- which worried you.

You lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek. "Thank you." you murmur. He nods in response then pulls you closer. He buries his face in your neck for a moment, but suddenly goes stiff.

“Your hair, it smells different.” He pulls back frowning, making you feel very self conscious all of a sudden.

“What?” You ask, touching your hair in confusion.

“You smell different.” He repeats, a small frown now plastered to his face. You pull back a bit, thinking about what he meant. It takes you a moment but what he said makes sense, you were out of all your hair care from the US and had given up and getting new ones. After shipping it would have been close to $60 a bottle and that wasn’t going to happen. “Oh right, I ran out of my hair care. It's really expensive in the states, even worse shipping it here. My mom would kill me if she saw me spend $300 on hair supplies” you laugh, imagining the phone call you’d get after she checked the statement. Shopping for clothes had already led to a short but curt warning about being responsible with overspending. 

Togame's frown deepens at your explanation. "That won't do." he says firmly.

You shrug, feeling a bit embarrassed. "It's not a big deal, really. I can make do with local stuff for now." You did mean it, local japanese hair care was nice- you hair seemed okay with the change so far.

Togame shakes his head "No. Show Kaoru your usual products, and I’ll get them ordered."

You blink in surprise "That's really not necessary. It's too expensive..."

He cuts you off with a soft laugh, making you bristle a bit. "Money isn't an issue." His eyes soften as he looks at you. "Let me do this for you."

You hesitate for a moment, torn between your pride and the genuine care in Togame's eyes. Finally, you nod. "Okay," you say softly. "Thank you. That's very kind of you." He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Good. Now, why don't you go find Kaoru and have him show you around a bit more? I've got a few more things to wrap up here."

You slide off Togame's lap, straightening your clothes and suddenly realize with a start that Togame still has your underwear in his pocket. Your cheeks grow hot as you glance at him, unsure whether to ask for them back. He catches your look and smirks, deeply enjoying your discomfort.

"Looking for something?" he asks innocently, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yeah my panties..” You bite your lip, torn between embarrassment and arousal at him still having your soaked panties. 

Togame chuckles, pulling the lace from his pocket and playing with them. "I think I'll hold onto these for now," he says with a sly grin. "A little reminder for both of us."

Your breath catches in your throat at his words. Part of you wants to protest, to demand he return your underwear, but another part of you - a part that's growing stronger by the day - is excited by the idea.

"Okay." you stammer while struggling to swallow down your growing lust. It could not be healthy to be this turned on all the time. You certainly didn’t drink enough water to be this wet constantly.

Togame's grin widens. "Good girl." he purrs, sending a shiver down your spine. "Now run along, I'll see you later." You nod, still feeling flustered as you make your way to the door. As you reach for the handle, Togame calls out one last time.

"One last thing," You turn to look at him, your heart racing. "I meant what I said earlier. About keeping you safe." His green eyes bore into yours, intense and serious.

"There are things in this world that you're better off not knowing. Not because I don't trust you, but because knowledge is dangerous."

You swallow hard, nodding slowly. "I understand." you say slowly, even as a part of you still rebels against the idea of being kept in the dark. Togame's smile returns, though there's still a hint of seriousness in his eyes. "Good. Now go on, I'm sure Kaoru is wondering what's keeping you."

You nod and slip out of Togame's office, feeling a lot of emotions swirling inside you. As you close the door behind you, you take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. Your cheeks still feel flushed, and you're acutely aware of the absence of your underwear.

Kaoru is waiting in the hallway several feet away, his back against the wall and his eyes fixed on his phone. When he hears the door close, he looks up, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he meets your gaze.

"Good conversation?" he asks, his voice carefully neutral. You nod, hoping your face isn't as red as it feels.

"Yeah, productive." you say, trying to sound casual. The silence between the two of you begins to heat up your skin. It was oddly hot in this building.

"Togame suggested you could show me around a bit more, up for that?" You ask, trying to not sound as stressed as you felt.

Kaoru nods, pushing himself off the wall. "Of course. Where would you like to start?" his voice sounded more collected than a few seconds ago. You consider for a moment, grateful for his willingness to pretend he didn’t hear you being fucked.

"Maybe the renovations? I noticed there was construction equipment outside earlier."

"Sure." Kaoru says, leading the way down the hallway. As you walk, you can't help but wonder if he heard everything from Togame's office. The thought makes you blush even deeper.

Kaoru gives you a thorough tour of the ongoing renovations, explaining the plans for expanding and modernizing Orion. You try to focus on his words, but your mind keeps drifting back to your conversation with Togame, and your missing panties.

"...and this area will become a new lounge space for lower ranks." Kaoru is saying as you pass through a half-finished room. You nod, trying to appear engaged even as your thoughts swirl.

Kaoru glances at you, a flicker of concern passing over his features. "Are you alright? You seem distracted."

You force a smile, shaking your head. "I'm fine, just..thinking about everything."

Kaoru studies you for a moment before nodding. "I understand. It can be overwhelming at first, being part of this world."

His words catch you off guard. "What do you mean?" Your full attention turns to Kaoru, so far he had never shared anything beyond what you directly asked, and even then he would be cagey.

Kaoru leans against a nearby pillar, his expression thoughtful. "Being in Shishitoren’s orbit, I mean. It's not an easy adjustment for anyone."

You bite your lip, considering his words. "How... how did you get involved in all this?"

A shadow passes over Kaoru's face, but he quickly masks it with a small smile. "That's a long story. But let's just say I didn't have many other options at the time. Togame-sama gave me a chance when no one else would."

You nod slowly, processing Kaoru's words. His vague answer only piques your curiosity further, but you sense he's not comfortable sharing more details. Still, you appreciate this small glimpse into his past.

"I can understand that," you say softly. "Togame seems to have a knack for finding lost people."

Kaoru's smile becomes a bit more genuine. "He does. Togame-sama can see potential in people."

You both fall silent for a moment, the sounds of construction echoing in the background. Finally, you gather the courage to ask something that's been on your mind.

"Kaoru," you start hesitantly, "can I ask you something? About Togame?"

He turns to look at you, his expression carefully blank. "You can ask. I may not be able to answer, depending on what it is."

You take a deep breath. "Is he... is he a good person? I mean, I know he does things that aren't exactly good, but..." you trail off, unsure how to articulate your concerns. “Am I blind?” you finally huff out, the question making your chest hurt. 

Kaoru is quiet for a long moment, his dark eyes studying you intently. It's clear this is a question he was not prepared to answer, but he places a finger to his chin- thinking.

Kaoru takes a deep breath "Togame-sama is complicated." he begins slowly. "He's not a conventionally good person, but he has his own sense of honor."

Kaoru pauses, his gaze distant. "I've seen him do terrible things, but I've also seen him show incredible kindness."

You nod, absorbing Kaoru's words. "So he's not all bad," you say softly, more to yourself than to Kaoru. His eyes refocus on you, his expression serious. "No, he's not all bad. But he's not all good either.That’s our life. Togame-sama operates as he must, never been my place to question him."

You feel a chill run down your spine at Kaoru's words. "But I have to question it…Toma he thinks.." you pause, your chest going heavy. "He thinks I am brainwashed…an idiot." Tears begin to fill your water line at the thought of Toma’s harsh words.

Kaoru's expression softens slightly. "That's something only you can decide. Togame-sama clearly cares for you, but..." he trails off, seeming unsure how to continue.

"But what?" you press, needing to hear the rest.

Kaoru sighs. "But caring for someone doesn't always mean you do what's best for them.”

You feel your heart sink at Kaoru's words. Part of you wants to argue, to defend Togame, but another part knows there's truth in what Kaoru is saying. You wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

"I don't know what to do." you admit softly. "At times I feel confident about all this, and then Toma…well sometimes I feel like he is right, that I’m an idiot."

Kaoru's expression softens as he sees your distress. He takes a step closer, his voice gentle. "You're not an idiot. This is a complicated situation, and there are no easy answers." He applies his hand to your shoulder slowly.

“What I do know is Hiragi was speaking from a place of hurt.” he looks around, confirming you two are alone. “He shouldn’t have spoken so harshly.” You nod slowly, taking comfort in Kaoru's words and gentle touch. "I know you're right," you say softly. "It's just... hard to navigate all of this."

Kaoru gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze before dropping his hand. "It is. And it's okay to feel conflicted or unsure. Just... be careful, okay? And if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."

His offer of support touches you deeply. "Thank you, Kaoru. That means a lot."

You both fall silent for a moment, the sounds of construction once again filling the air. As you stand there, processing everything, a thought occurs to you.

"Kaoru," you start hesitantly, "can I ask you one more thing?"

He nods, his expression far more relaxed. "Of course."

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. "Earlier, when Togame and I were... talking. Did you...?"

A faint blush colors Kaoru's cheeks, and he looks away quickly. "Don’t worry about what I heard. I won't ever bring anything up, and I moved away from the door.”

You feel your own face heating up in embarrassment. "Oh god." you groan, covering your face with your hands. "I'm so sorry."

Kaoru clears his throat awkwardly. "It's fine, really. It's not the first time I've overheard things. Part of the job, I suppose."

You feel your face burning with embarrassment at Kaoru's admission. The idea that he's overheard intimate moments between you and Togame before makes you want to crawl into a hole and disappear.

"I'm so sorry," you mumble again, unable to meet Kaoru's eyes. "That must be so awkward for you."

Kaoru clears his throat, his own cheeks still a faint pink. "It's really alright." he assures you. "As I said, it's part of the job. I've learned to tune things out when necessary."

You nod, still feeling mortified. An uncomfortable silence stretches between you for a moment before Kaoru speaks again, clearly trying to change the subject.

"Shall we continue the tour? There's still the new training area to see."

You nod gratefully, eager to move past the awkward moment. As you follow Kaoru down the hallway, you can't help but wonder what other secrets he's privy to in his role before being your bodyguard. 

Kaoru leads you to a large, open space that's clearly still under construction. "This will be the new training facility," he explains, gesturing to the half-finished room. "New equipment, a sparring area, even a protein bar!" He swooned a bit, staring at the machines that would make smoothies in the future, getting a small laugh from you. 

You look around, impressed by everything he shows you. "Wow, that's quite an upgrade."

Kaoru nods, a hint of excitement in his voice. "It's going to be incredible once it's finished. Togame-sama spares no expense when it comes to keeping Shishitoren strong."

As you walk through the space, taking in the plans for the new training facility, a thought occurs to you. "Kaoru, do you think... I mean, would it be possible for me to learn some self-defense?"

Kaoru turns to look at you, surprise evident on his face. "Self-defense? I'm not sure Togame-sama would approve of that."

You frown, feeling a surge of frustration. "Why not? Wouldn't it be better if I could protect myself, at least a little?"

Kaoru hesitates to continue, his eyes roaming over your upset face. "Right, but Togame-sama is very protective of you. He might see it as unnecessary or even dangerous."

You cross your arms, your frustration growing. "But it's my choice, isn't it? I should have a say in my own safety."

Kaoru sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I would need to chat with him first."

You're about to argue further when a voice interrupts you. "She is right, show her how to defend herself." You both turn to see a short blond man standing in the doorway, his eyes moving between you and Kaoru with curiosity. Kaoru immediately bows at the waist making you feel very nervous. 

“Choji-sama, I apologize I didn’t see you there.” Kaoru motions for you to bow. With wide eyes you press forward, but not nearly as deep. You didn’t know this guy, and he looked like a child. You wondered if he was even eighteen.

“Its fine.” Choji says with a wide smile. It looked so different from Togame’s smile, it looked slightly unhinged. 

“Choji-sama this is-” before Kaoru could introduce you Choji walks forward while interrupting “I know who she is, hard not to know considering how loud they are.” 

You feel your face burning with embarrassment at Choji's blunt comment. The idea that others in the building could hear your intimate moments with Togame makes you want to disappear on the spot.

"I...um..." you stammer, at a complete loss for words. 

Choji's unsettling smile widens as he looks you up and down. "No need to be shy. I'm just glad to finally meet Togame's new toy in person." His crude words make you flinch. Before you can respond, Kaoru steps slightly in front of you, his posture tense. 

"Choji-sama, I'm afraid we need to leave, she is due home soon. " Kaoru says carefully. 

Choji waves his hand dismissively. "Nonsense. I came here specifically to meet her, stay." His unnerving gaze locks onto you once more. "So tell me, what's it like being Togame's latest obsession? I bet he's quite...demanding."

You swallow hard, deeply uncomfortable with Choji's line of questioning. "That's none of your business." you manage to say, your voice shaky but firm.

Choji's eyes narrow slightly, though his smile remains fixed in place. "Oh? But everything in Shishitoren is my business. Especially when it comes to Togame's...distractions."

You feel a chill run down your spine at Choji's words. His smile remains fixed in place, but there's a dangerous glint in his eyes that makes you want to take a step back. Kaoru shifts slightly, positioning himself more firmly between you and Choji.

"Choji-sama," Kaoru says, his voice carefully neutral, "I'm sure Togame-sama would prefer to be present for introductions."

Choji's unsettling gaze flicks to Kaoru. "Oh? And since when do you speak for Togame, Kaoru-chan?"

You can see Kaoru tense at Choji's words, but his voice remains steady. "I don't presume to speak for Togame-sama. I'm simply following his instructions to protect her."

Choji's smile widens, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Protect her? From what, I wonder? Surely not from me." The tension in the air is palpable. You want to say something, to diffuse the situation somehow, but words fail you. Choji takes a step closer, and you instinctively press yourself against Kaoru's back.

“You wanted to learn self defense, I’ll teach you. Kaoru you can leave.”  You feel your heart racing as Choji's unsettling gaze locks onto you. His offer to teach you self-defense, which should be exciting, instead fills you with dread. There's something off about his smile, something that sets your nerves on edge.

Kaoru doesn't move from his protective stance in front of you. "I'm afraid that won't be possible, Choji-sama," he says, his voice firm despite the tension evident in his shoulders. "My orders are to stay with her at all times."

Choji's smile falters for a moment, a flash of irritation crossing his features before the eerie grin returns. "Come now, Kaoru-chan. Surely you're not suggesting I can't be trusted with Togame's pet?"

Heat fills your face at his words, anger flaring up alongside your fear. Before you can stop yourself, you snap, "I'm not a fucking pet."

Choji's eyes widen in surprise before he lets out a delighted laugh. "Oh, she's got spirit! I like that." He takes another step closer, ignoring Kaoru's tense posture. "But spirit won't save you in a fight."

"I appreciate the offer," you say, trying to keep your voice steady, "but I think I'll wait for Togame's approval before starting any training."

Choji's smile falters for a moment, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. "Approval? You need his permission to learn how to protect yourself?" He lets out a harsh laugh. "My, my, he really does have you on a tight leash, doesn't he?" Choji’s words give way to an echo of Toma calling you brainwashed.

Your cheeks burn with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "That's not-"

"Choji-sama," Kaoru interrupts, his voice firm but respectful. “We need to leave now.”

Choji's unsettling smile returns as he looks between you and Kaoru. "Leave? But we're just getting acquainted." He takes another step closer, ignoring the way Kaoru tenses further. "I'm sure Togame wouldn't mind if I borrowed his little pet for a quick lesson."

Your heart races as Choji's gaze rakes over you. There's something predatory in his eyes that makes your skin crawl. You press closer to Kaoru, grateful for his steady presence.

"I really should be going," you manage to say, your voice shakier than you'd like. "Thank you for the offer, but another time perhaps."

Choji's eyes narrow slightly, his smile never wavering. "Another time? But who knows when we'll have this chance again?" He reaches out as if to grab your arm, but Kaoru smoothly steps between you, blocking Choji's advance. His gaze snaps to Kaoru, his smile fading. "Careful, Kaoru-chan. You're overstepping." The last of his smile fades. “Now move.”

For a long moment, Choji just stares at Kaoru, his expression unreadable. The silence stretches on, thick with tension, and you find yourself holding your breath.

"I'm sorry, Choji-sama, but that's not possible. My orders are clear." Just as you think something terrible is about to happen, Choji's face suddenly splits into that unsettling grin once more.

Choji's unsettling grin widens as he looks between you and Kaoru. "My, my. Such devotion." He takes a step back, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Very well, I know when I'm not wanted. But don't think this is over, little pet. I'll be seeing you around."

With one last lingering look that sends chills down your spine, Choji turns and saunters out of the room. You let out a shaky breath you didn't realize you were holding, your heart still racing.

Kaoru waits until Choji's footsteps fade before turning to face you, concern etched on his features. "Are you alright?" he asks softly.

You nod, though you're not entirely sure it's true. "Yeah, I think so. Who... who was that?"

Kaoru sighs, running a hand through his hair. "That was Choji. He's the leader of Shishitoren."

You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to shake off the lingering unease from Choji's presence. "He seemed... unstable."

Kaoru nods grimly. "Choji is unpredictable at best. Dangerous at worst."

You shudder at Kaoru's words, the encounter with Choji leaving you deeply unsettled. "Is he always like that?"

Kaoru hesitates before answering, choosing his words carefully. "Choji-sama can be... capricious. It's best to keep your distance when possible."

You nod, still feeling shaken. "I can see why. He seemed so..." you trail off, unable to find the right words to describe the unsettling aura Choji exuded.

"I know," Kaoru says softly. "Listen, I should get you home or you can go to Togame’s room. I want to avoid running into Choji again." You nod in agreement, eager to put some distance between yourself and the memory of Choji's predatory gaze. “Yeah, I’ll wait in his room for a bit.” You offer, the day was young still so you didn’t need to help out yet. As you walk back towards Togame's room, a thought occurs to you.

"Kaoru," you start hesitantly, "if Choji is the leader of Shishitoren, why does Togame seem to be in charge of so much?"

Kaoru glances around, making sure you're alone before answering. "That is complicated." he says in a low voice. "Choji is the official leader, but Togame-sama handles most of the day-to-day operations. It's best not to ask too many questions about it."

You nod, absorbing Kaoru's words. The dynamics of Shishitoren seem more complex than you'd initially realized. As you approach Togame's room, another question forms in your mind.

"Kaoru," you say softly, "be honest with me. Am I safe here?"

Kaoru stops walking, turning to face you fully. His expression is serious as he considers your question. "With Togame-sama, yes," he says finally. "And also with me, but you need to be cautious, okay?"

His words send a chill down your spine, but you appreciate his honesty. "Okay. Thank you for defending me." you murmur.

Kaoru nods, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Of course. That's what I'm here for." He gestures towards Togame's door. "Will you be alright here? I can stay if you'd like."

You shake your head, forcing a smile. "No, I'll be fine. Thank you, Kaoru."

As Kaoru walks away, you slip into Togame's room, closing the door behind you. The familiar space brings a sense of comfort, but your encounter with Choji lingers in your mind. 

You sink onto Togame's plush bed, drawing your knees up to your body as you try to process everything that's happened. The encounter with Choji left you feeling shaken and vulnerable, his predatory gaze and unsettling words still echoing in your mind. You wrap your arms tighter around yourself, wishing Togame was here to offer comfort and reassurance.

As if summoned by your thoughts, the door opens and Togame strides in. His eyes immediately lock onto you, taking in your huddled posture. "Hey. Just spoke with Kaoru." he says, concern evident in his voice as he moves swiftly to your side.

You look up at him, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Then he told you I met Choji." you say softly, your voice trembling slightly. Togame's expression darkens, his jaw clenching. "He did." He moves forward, sitting beside you and pulling you into his arms.

You lean into his embrace, drawing comfort from his solid presence. "The way he looked at me, the things he said..." you trail off, shuddering at the memory.

Togame's arms tighten around you. "I know." His voice is low and dangerous. You hesitate, not wanting to upset Togame, but you wanted him to hear how pained you felt. "He called me your pet, your plaything. That I’m on a leash..” Toma’s words bounced around your head. Maybe everyone could see something you couldn’t.

Togame's body tenses at your words, his grip on you tightening almost painfully. You can feel the anger radiating off him in waves.

"He had no right to speak to you that way," Togame growls, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll deal with him."

You pull back slightly to look up at Togame's face. His green eyes are dark with fury, his jaw clenched tight. "No, please," you say quickly, fear spiking through you at the thought of confrontation between them. "It’s not that important, I was just shocked."

Togame's expression softens slightly as he looks down at you. "No, Choji overstepped."

You bite your lip, torn between the comfort of Togame's protection and your growing unease about the people you found yourself stuck in between. "It's just the way he looked at me. Like I was prey." You tremble at the memory. "And then mocking me about wanting to learn self-defense..."

Togame's brow furrows. "Self-defense?"

You nod, suddenly feeling nervous. "I... I asked Kaoru if I could learn some basic self-defense. Choji overheard and offered to teach me himself. When I said I'd wait for your approval, he mocked me for it.”

You feel Togame tense at your words, his jaw clenching again. For a moment, he's silent, and you worry you've upset him. Finally, he speaks, his voice carefully controlled.

"I understand why you'd want to learn self-defense," he says slowly. "But it's not necessary. That's why you have Kaoru, and me."

You pull back slightly, looking up at Togame's face. "But what if something happens and neither of you are there? Shouldn't I at least know the basics?"

Togame's expression hardens. "Nothing will happen to you. I won't allow it."

You feel a flicker of frustration at his dismissal. "But you can't be with me every second, Togame. And after today... I just want to feel less helpless."

Togame sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I know you're shaken up, but learning self-defense won't make you safer. It might even put you in more danger if you think you can handle situations you can't."

You frown, feeling frustration and hurt at his words. "So I'm just supposed to rely on others to protect me all the time? Never learn to stand up for myself?"

Togame cups your face in his hands, his green eyes intense as they lock onto yours. "You don't need to stand up for yourself. That's my job. I will always protect you."

“No.” You push his hand away, anger flaring in your chest.

Togame's eyes flash with surprise and a hint of anger at your defiance. "No?" he repeats, his voice dangerously low.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. "No." you say again, more firmly this time. "I appreciate that you want to protect me, Togame. I really do. But I can't just be helpless all the time. What if something happens and you're not there? What if Kaoru isn't there?"

Togame's jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing. "Nothing will happen to you."

You shake your head, frustration building. "You can't control everything, Togame. No matter how much you want to. And after today, with Choji..." you trail off, remembering Choji. "I need to be able to do something if I'm ever in a situation like that again." Togame stands abruptly, pacing the room. His agitation is palpable. A hand goes to his chin as he remains silent but is clearly thinking over several things.

Togame continues to pace the room for a while, his anger rolling off him as he runs a hand through his hair. You watch him anxiously, your heart pounding in your chest. Finally, he stops and turns to face you, his expression unreadable.

"Alright," he says, his voice tight. "You can learn some basic self-defense. But you will be taught how to run away first." Togame runs a hand through his hair, clearly struggling with the idea.

You feel a surge of relief mixed with lingering frustration. "Deal!" you say smiling at him.

Togame's expression softens slightly at your smile, but there's still tension in his shoulders. He moves back to sit beside you on the bed, taking your hands in his.

"I need you to understand something," he says, his voice low and serious. "Learning self-defense doesn't mean you should ever try to fight back if you're in real danger. Your priority should always be to run, to get to safety."

You nod, squeezing his hands. "I understand. I don't want to fight anyone, Togame. I just want to feel less helpless."

He sighs, bringing one of your hands up to press a kiss to your knuckles. "I know. I never meant to make you feel that way. I just..." he trails off, his green eyes intense as they meet yours. "The thought of you in danger- it makes me insane."

You lean in, resting your forehead against his. "Kinda hot, but terrifying. But I need to be able to protect myself too, at least a little bit." You smile at him, trying to break the rest of the tension in his shoulders.

Togame nods, pulling you closer. "Alright. We'll start with basic techniques, focusing on how to escape dangerous situations. You can train with Kaoru whenever you like."

You smile, relief washing over you. "Thank you, Togame. This means a lot to me." 

He nods, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. "Mmm" he hums then leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“Besides, it’s also good for the figure. Which I need.” you shyly laugh, feeling insecurity bubbling up. 

"What makes you say that?" his gaze rolls over with a sharp edge, looking annoyed. 

"Hmm? " you mumble, your mind suddenly trying to recover from the sudden self deprecation in front of Togame. He always displayed a wide sense of humor and tolerance for vulgar jokes, he never took jokes about your appearance well. 

"You doubt me again?" he mumbles into your neck, then pulls you to the corner of the bed, setting you down firmly. You look up at him, flushed but confused as he walks over to his floor length mirror. He smirks to himself before wheeling it over, placing it a foot from the bed without explanation.

"Since you insist on being naughty, I’ll have to punish you." he laments, his fingers lazily trailing down your arms, warning you to behave. He positions the mirror, angling it so you can see your reflection perfectly. 

You shiver as he slowly peels off your clothes, one piece at a time. Your eyes are drawn to your reflection - flushed cheeks, parted lips. Togame's hands ghost over your exposed skin, barely touching you. He peels off his clothes then straddles the bed behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders, his hard cock resting against your backside- warning you.

"Look at yourself," he commands softly. "You can't hide from me or from yourself." His fingers trace along your collarbone, down between your breasts, hovering on your stomach. He moves close to your ear, a grin reflecting back at you through the mirror.

“Touch yourself.” Your eyes widen at his command, a mix of shock and arousal coursing through you. Hesitation makes your hands tremble slightly as they hover over your body. Togame's reflection smirks back at you, his eyes filled with desire.

"I said, touch yourself," he repeats, his voice commanding you to move. "Show me how you feel when you think of me.."

Slowly, and with great effort you bring your hands to your breasts, cupping them gently. Your nipples harden under your touch, and you can't help but let out a soft gasp. Togame's hands rest on your thighs, spreading them wider, exposing you fully to the mirror and to him. It's borderline humiliating, but the look on his face, the glowing appraisal of your body keeps your confidence high enough to continue.

"That's it," he murmurs encouragingly. "Don't be shy. Show me everything."

Your fingers trail down your stomach, circling your navel before dipping lower. You watch yourself in the mirror, nervous movements making you slow- not that he seems to mind.

You shyly look at Togame feeling stiff as your fingers inch lower, hesitating at the edge of your dripping pussy. Togame's hands tighten on your thighs, urging you onward. Worry eases out of your body as you stare at his reflection, seeing the hunger burning in his eyes.

"Go on." he breathes against your ear. Taking a shaky breath, you finally let your fingers drift the last inch. A soft moan escapes your lips as you make contact with your soft skin. Your eyes flutter closed for a moment before Togame's voice snaps you back to attention.

"Eyes open," he demands. "Watch yourself."

You force your gaze back to the mirror, face flushing as you take in the sight of your body positioned open making you feel vulnerable. Your fingers move in slow circles, spreading yourself wide for him, pulling wetness to your clit for more comfort. Togame's hands roam your body, teasing and encouraging you on, drinking up every twitch of your body.

Watching yourself becomes more erotic as your fingers work over your clit with experienced hands, Togame exploring your body absentmindedly also helped ease the tension. Each of his touches feels electric, sending shivers down your spine with each caress. At the edges of your mind his hard cock reminded you of his presence, it was a constant reminder of your cravings to feel him inside you.

"That's it," he pulls you back in the moment, his voice filled with want. "Show me how you pleasure yourself when you're alone, thinking of me." Your movements become more confident,  purposeful- eager to show him how you thought about fucking him constantly. You dip a finger inside yourself, gasping at the sensation. Togame's hands tighten on your hips, pulling you back against him, spreading your soft thighs to their full capacity.

"More," he ushers you. "Don't hold back."

You add another finger, pumping in and out slowly as your palm rubs your clit firmly. Your hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding back against Togame's erection. You lock onto his reflection- it is intoxicating how his eyes travel all over your body.

Your breath comes in short gasps as you continue to pleasure yourself, a wonton reflection bouncing back at you. Togame's hands roam your body, teasing and encouraging, his touch like fire on your skin. You watch the mirror- your cheeks flush deeper, your chest heaving with each labored breath.

"Tell me what you're thinking," Togame whispers, his voice husky with desire.

You swallow hard, your fingers still working between your legs. "I'm thinking about you." you admit, your voice struggling to leave your throat. "About how much I want you."

A low sound rumbles in Togame's chest, his grip on your hips tightening. "And what do you want me to do to you?" Your movements falter for a moment as a wave of embarrassment washes over you. But Togame's hands are insistent, urging you to speak your desires.

“Everything.” He smirks in your neck, biting down with enough pressure to make your hips buck. 

You're so close now, your fingers working furiously as you chase your release. Your eyes are locked on your reflection, watching as your body tenses and trembles. Togame's hand slides down your stomach, joining your fingers between your legs. His fingers circle your clit as you pump into yourself, the dual sensation overwhelming.

"Come for me," he commands, his voice low and urgent. "Now."

The tension in your body snaps, pleasure flooding through you in waves. You cry out, back arching as you come undone. Togame holds you tight against him, one hand still playing with one of your shaking breasts. He doesn’t let go even for a moment as your shudders against him, eyes slamming shut- searching for serenity. 

As your orgasm subsides, you slump back against Togame's chest, breathing heavily. Your eyes flutter open, meeting his intense gaze in the mirror. A satisfied smirk plays on his lips as he watches you come down from your high.

“You are stunning." he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "But we're not done yet."

Before you can respond, he shifts, tilting your head back to meet his gaze in the mirror, his eyes lustful. "Now," he starts,a wolfish grin taking over his face, "it's time for your punishment."

You shake against him, your body still sensitive from your orgasm. Togame's hands trail down your sides, coming to rest on your hips then his grip doubles in pressure. As if your weight is of no consequence to him, he shifts you up for a moment, your wobbly legs helping a touch before he pulls you back down. His erection is firmly nestled between your sensitive pussy and the bed. A groan falls from your lips as you savor the feeling of his skin on yours. 

"Watch." he reminds you, his voice hot in your ear. Your eyes snap back to the mirror, taking in the erotic sight before you. Your body is flushed, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Togame's muscular form looming behind you, his hands roaming your body possessively.

Your breath catches as Togame's one hand grips your hip firmly, holding you in place while the other glides over your thighs and stops at your dripping pussy. His hand hovers for a moment, it looks like he was collecting himself- his breathing faster than you've ever seen. Whatever he was thinking passes the moment his teeth find your neck again, while two of his fingers slip deep inside you. Your body nearly caves in upon entry, the feeling overwhelming at first. His two fingers alone make you feel full and unraveled at breakneck pace.

You gasp as Togame's fingers curl inside you, hitting a spot that makes your toes curl. Your hips buck involuntarily, grinding against his hard length. He chuckles darkly, his free hand coming up to grip your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact with your reflection.

"That’s it," he murmurs, his breathing ragged. "Just like that. Watch."

Your eyes flutter, struggling to stay open as Togame's fingers work their magic inside you. You watch as your chest heaves, nipples hardening against the cool air. His palm presses against your clit, circling it slowly, teasingly.

"Please," you whimper, not entirely sure what you're begging for.

"Please what?" Togame asks, his voice a low growl. "Use your words."

You swallow hard, “Please go faster!” you beg which gets a low laugh in return.

“No, this is punishment.”

Your body trembles as Togame continues his torturously slow pace, his fingers moving languidly inside you. You watch in the mirror as your face contorts with pleasure and frustration, your hips trying to grind down for more friction. But Togame's firm grip on your hip keeps you still, at his mercy.

"I want you to remember this," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "Think about this next time you doubt me." You whimper, your eyes locked on your reflection. Your body looks swollen, sweat building on your thighs making you glisten in the dim light. Togame's muscular form looms behind you, his eyes dark with desire as he watches your every reaction.

"You’re stunning like this,” his tongue trailed up your neck making you bow against his body. You writhe under Togame's skilled touch, every nerve ending on fire. His fingers continue their torturously slow gait inside you- curling and stroking in a way that has you seeing stars. 

"So beautiful," Togame murmurs, sounding breathless. "So responsive, so eager." Your head lands on his shoulder, your hips trying to move against his hand, desperate for more friction while your moans fill the room. But his grip on your hip remains firm, keeping you exactly where he wants you- begging.

"Please," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need more."

Togame chuckles darkly, his thumb circling your clit with agonizing slowness. "Oh? And what makes you think you deserve more?"

Your eyes meet with his reflected gaze, you couldn’t be more desperate if you tried, tears starting to pool in your water line. Your breath hitches as you struggle to form words. "I'll be good," you plead, voice trembling. "I promise. Please, Togame."

His eyes light up at your words, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Is that so?" he purrs, his fingers curling inside you. "And how can I be sure?" You gasp, your body arching against him. "I swear," you moan, eyes still locked on his reflection. "I'll do anything."

Togame hums thoughtfully, his free hand trailing up your body to cup your breasts far too gently. "Anything?" he asks, voice low with a mischievous edge. You nod frantically, beyond caring about anything but the burning need coursing through your veins.

"Yes!" There was a pause, his body stilling causing your gaze to snap back to him in the mirror.

“Stand up and turn around.” You nod, desperately doing as commanded. Your legs wobble as you stand, turning to face Togame. His eyes rake over your body, drinking in every inch of skin. You squirm under his intense gaze, feeling both exposed and desired. His gaze tracks your body as he sits back down on the bed. Your eyes are drawn to his impressive erection, standing proud and glistening at the sight of you. Togame's hand reaches out, fingers tangling with yours as he guides you closer.

“On your knees, on the bed" he instructs cooly. You nod, eagerly putting one knee down on the right, but as your left leg moved to fully straddle Togame, his hand stopped your thigh.

“Right here. Center yourself on my leg.” You hesitate for a moment, unsure, but the hunger in Togame's eyes compels you to obey. Carefully, you position yourself as instructed, straddling his muscular thigh. The contact sends a jolt through your already sensitive body. It's a bit strange at first, but quickly the heat from his thigh welcomes you to rest more weight on him. 

"Just like that," Togame purrs, his hands coming to rest on your hips. "Now, show me how good you can be." Understanding dawns on you as he applies gentle pressure, encouraging you to move back and forth. Slowly, you begin to rock your hips, grinding yourself against his leg. The friction sends waves of pleasure through you, and you can't help but let out a soft moan.

Togame grips the fat of your ass, guiding your movements. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. You whimper as you grind against Togame's muscular thigh, the friction sending continuous jolts of pleasure through your body. His hands guide your movements, alternating between gentle encouragement and firm control. You can feel his eyes roaming over you, drinking every second.

"Look at me," he commands. You raise your face to meet his, your cheeks flushing at the intimacy you find there, as though you were the moon itself.

"Tell me how you feel," Togame requests, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. You swallow hard, struggling to find your voice as waves of pleasure wash over you.

"Amazing," you gasp, your hips moving faster of their own accord. "So good," you drone out practically drunk off your own endorphins.

You grip his shoulders for balance as you rock against his thigh, your movements becoming more urgent. The friction against your sensitive flesh is exquisite, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You watch Togame's face, mesmerized by the hunger in his eyes as he drinks in the sight of you pleasuring yourself on him.

"Faster," he instructs, his fingers digging further into your hips. You obey, increasing your pace, grinding yourself harder against his slippery thigh. Your breaths come in short gasps, your body trembling with need. Togame's hand snakes between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. You cry out at the added stimulation, your hips bucking erratically.

"That's my girl," Your movements become frenzied as Togame's skilled fingers work your clit. The dual sensations of grinding against his muscular thigh and his expert touch are overwhelming. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you chase your release, body trembling with need.

"Look at me," Togame reminds you again, his voice low sounding coarse. You force your eyes open looking at him with lustful devotion.  The look on his face pushes you closer to the edge, which you didn’t know was possible until now.

"I want to see your face when you come," he growls, increasing the pressure on your clit. "Let go for me."

His words are your undoing. With a cry, you shatter, waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your hips buck hard against his thigh as you ride out your orgasm. Togame's hands grip your waist, holding you steady as you come apart completely. Your limbs twitch, reminding you they had a limit. 

As the aftershocks subside, his lips continue to sooth you, trailing across your sweaty shoulder. With lacking breath, and energy you slump forward against Togame's chest, utterly spent. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as you come down from your second high. You can feel his heart racing beneath your cheek, his own breath coming in rough.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple. "You did so well."

You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his scent as your body continues to tremble with aftershocks. His hands run soothingly up and down your back, grounding you in the moment. Once your senses return, you become acutely aware of his still-hard length pressing against your leg.

Gathering your courage, you lift your head to meet his glassy stare . "What about you?" you ask softly, your hand trailing down his chest. Togame catches your wrist, bringing your hand to his lips. Togame chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Oh, we're not done yet." His hand travels back down, gripping your hips, lifting you effortlessly. You gasp as Togame shifts your body, his strength catching you off guard. He relocates you forward, positioning you on the center of the bed.

“What are you doing?” You choke out as he spreads your thighs then tucked his shoulders snug against them. He didn't bother to respond with words, but applied his tongue nevertheless. His hot mouth cupped your overstimulated pussy wordlessly then began to seek out your clit with relative ease with his soft tongue.

Your body arches as Togame's tongue simulates your sensitive clit, a near painful jolt of pleasure shoots under your skin. You're still tingling from your previous orgasms, every nerve ending now fired but that didn’t seem to matter to Togame. His strong hands grip your thighs, holding you open as he devours you with single-minded focus.

"Togame," you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair. "It's too much, I can't-"

He pulls back just enough to lock eyes with you, his green eyes burning with intensity. "You can," he paused, dragging his tongue down your center, "and you will."

Protest died in your chest- only moans spilled out as he dove back in, his tongue circling your clit with expert precision. Your hips buck involuntarily- your body now auto-piloting against his firm grip. You watch, mesmerized, as he works between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours.

The sight of him was intoxicating, he looked perfect between your legs. Your head falls back as Togame's tongue dives deep between your thighs. Every swipe and flick sends shockwaves through your overstimulated body. You're torn between the urge to pull away from the intense sensation and the desperate need for more.

"Togame, please," you whimper, not sure if you're begging him to stop or never cease. Your fingers tighten in his hair as he sucks your clit into his mouth, causing your hips to buck wildly against his face.

He hums against you, the vibration making you cry out shoulders lifting off the bed. His hands grip your thighs tighter, holding you in place as he continues his relentless assault on your senses. You can feel another orgasm building, impossibly fast and intense.

"I can't," you gasp, your body arching off the bed. Your legs struggle to clamp together, his body and hands easily fighting off your attempts. The world explodes around you in a blinding flash of pleasure as your third orgasm crashes over you. Uncontrollable convulsions rock your body, forcing your back to arch off the bed as waves of ecstasy roll through you. Togame keeps his grip in place while his mouth remains on your throbbing pussy, guiding you through the intense climax.

"That's it," he murmurs against your sensitive skin, his hot breath sending aftershocks through your body. "You did so good." He takes another long lick, flattening his tongue, tasting all of you. You cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation. Your fingers tighten in his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. Togame doesn't relent, his tongue working over every tender inch of you. You lay bonelessly, panting, flinching, whining as Togame continues to dine on your pussy- no signs of stopping. 

He lifts his head slightly, his dark eyes locking with yours. A wicked grin spreads across his glistening lips. "Give me one more” he purrs. "I know you can." His tongue circles your swollen clit with renewed vigor. Your back arching off the bed in response, a strangled cry escaping your lips. Your hands fist in the sheets, desperate for something to anchor you as waves of pleasure are forced into you. The feeling of Togame’s fingers entering you makes your eyes snap open and your fingers twist the sheets- white knuckling them for support. 

It didn’t feel possible to feel this way. Every part of your body trembles uncontrollably as Togame's skilled fingers curl inside you, hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. His tongue relentlessly sucked on your clit, the dual sensations overwhelming your already maxed out body. You're teetering on the edge, caught between exquisite pleasure and the most unbearable intensity.

"Togame," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't... it's too much..."

He lifts his head slightly, his dark eyes locking with yours. "Focus on me,"he instructs slowly, sounding high. Before you can beg him to stop, he descends back to your depths, his mouth latching onto your clit as his fingers pump in and out of you at a merciless pace. You grip his shoulders seeking some form of control of your body. With a shuddering gasp, you surrender to the sensations coursing through your body. Togame redoubles his efforts, his fingers curling to hit that perfect spot inside you with each stroke. 

Your vision blurs as the pleasure builds to an unbearable crescendo. Every muscle in your body tenses, trembling on the edge of release. Togame's relentless assault on your senses pushes you over that precipice. With a primal cry, you shatter, your body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.

Togame slows his pace, his fingers and tongue working you through the last bit of your orgasm. Aftershocks subside, your head collapses back onto the bed, utterly spent. Your chest heaves as you struggle to catch your breath. Togame finally releases you, pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh before slowly moving up your body- plants kisses along the way. 

You stare up at the ceiling, trying to pull your soul back into your body. His kisses did not help in your efforts to bring your heart rate back down, or cool your skin. 

Togame crawls up your body, his eyes dark with desire. He hovers over you, drinking in the sight of your flushed skin and glazed eyes. "You look perfect like this.” His mouth dips along the edges of your body, pressing wet kisses against tender skin.

You lay trembling beneath Togame, your body still quivering from the intense orgasms he's wrung from you. His lips trail up your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reaches your ear, he nips at the lobe gently.

"Are you ready for me now?" he purrs, his voice low and dangerous.

A shiver runs through you at his words. Despite your exhaustion, you feel a new wave of desire building. You nod weakly, unable to form words.

"Use your words. I want to hear you say it." Togame reminds you with far too much pleasure. 

You swallow hard, gathering what little strength you have left. "Yes," you whisper hoarsely. "Please, Togame. I need you."

“Need me where?” He teased a whine from your throat with his question, embarrassment pushing forward in your mind. “Inside me.” You gasped, spreading your legs for his large body, fingers sliding up his muscular arms.

Togame positions himself between your thighs. He lines the tip of his cock against your body, brushing against your sensitive folds. You gasp at the contact, your hips instinctively arching towards him. He grips your hip with one hand, holding you still as he slowly pushes inside your aching body.

You cry out as he enters, the stretch bordering on painful. Togame pauses, allowing you to adjust to his size. His eyes lock with yours “You're incredible.” He cooed, leaned down to place a kiss on your clavicle, a hand soothing the outside of your thigh.

You nod, biting your lip as you try to relax. Togame's gentle touches and kisses help ease the tension in your body. Slowly, the initial discomfort fades, replaced by a pleasant fullness. The angle and weight of his body made it feel so different from you time of the couch. You roll your hips experimentally, gasping at the sensation. The warmth from his cock felt incredible. 

"That's it," Togame murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Tell me when you're ready."

You take a deep breath, adjusting to the stretch. After a moment, you meet his gaze and nod. "I'm ready," you whisper.

Togame begins to move, slowly at first, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in. The friction sends sparks of pleasure through your body, and you moan softly. Your hands grip his biceps, anchoring yourself as he sets a steady rhythm.

"You feel incredible," Togame groans, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. 

"So tight, so perfect." His praise sends new pleasure through you. For a moment you think about other types of dirty talk Togmae would be interested in using with you. 

His words send a shiver down your spine. You lift your hips to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to go deeper. Togame obliges, gradually increasing his pace and depth. The room fills with the sound of your mingled gasps and moans.

Your nails dig into Togame's shoulders as he drives deeper, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The initial discomfort has faded, replaced by an intense fullness that has you seeing stars. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him.

"More," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Togame."

He growls in response, his hips snapping forward with increased fervor. One hand grips your hip, angling you just right, while the other slides between your bodies to circle your clit. The dual stimulation has you arching off the bed, a strangled cry escaping your lips.

"Good girl," Togame purrs, his voice low and husky. "Let me hear you."

You moan unabashedly, all sense of shame forgotten in the fog of pleasure incasing you.

Your body trembles beneath Togame's, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. His powerful thrusts drive you higher and higher, building towards an explosive release. You cling to him desperately, nails raking down his back as you struggle to ground yourself against the onslaught of sensation.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice rough with desire. You force your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The raw hunger you see there pushes you closer to the edge.

"Togame," you gasp, your voice breaking. "I'm close, fuck." you pant. 

He growls in response, his movements becoming more urgent. "Come for me," he commands, his fingers working your clit with renewed vigor. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

His words push you over the edge. With a cry, you shatter, your body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash over you. Togame doesn't let up, fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging the intense sensations.

As you start to come down, Togame's rhythm falters. His thrusts become erratic, his breathing ragged. You can feel him tensing above you, teetering on the edge of his own release.

"Come for me," you whisper, your voice hoarse. "I want to see you lose control." you beg him. 

Your words seem to break the last of his restraint. With a guttural groan, Togame buries himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he finds his release. You watch in awe as pleasure washes over his face, his usual composure crumbling in the throes of ecstasy. For a moment, you both lie still, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Togame's weight presses you into the mattress, grounding you as you slowly come back to yourself. He takes a long inhale, breaking you in before slowly pulling out, making you whine. 

He pulls you close while tossing a blanket over your flush bodies. You let out a long sigh cuddling against him and closing your eyes. It only takes moments for a light snore to leave your face making Togame chuckle. 

[lorillee]

naruto character social media headcanons:

naruto: sakura made him a personal instagram account 3 years ago and he legitimately has opened it exactly twice (both times because sakura was asking him to pull something up). its just really not for him. honestly though that being said i feel like you could get him to be a vine creator you KNOWWWW he's abusing his shadow clone ability for this

sasuke: lets be so honest hes not touching any of that with a 50 foot pole, ever. NEXT!

sakura: definitely has a personal instagram, could also see her having a fitness instagram as well. given shes also canonically a fujoshi lets be so honest she has an ao3 and probably a fandom twitter account for liking/rting fanart as well

sai: also does not get the appeal at first. i think sakura made a valiant attempt to convince him to make an instagram account for his art but this does not pan out. it is only when ino shows him twitter's incredible versatility for haters that he understands what the hype is all about.

yamato: my immediate instinct would be to say no probably not HOWEVER i think it would be really funny if he was incredibly active on r/architecture and literally nothing else

kakashi: for the most part a hard no. however i do believe he is casually active on an incredibly obscure forum for the icha icha series. at some point naruto or sakura accidentally see that he has it pulled up on his phone and spend a solid like week hunting down his account and reading through and making fun of all of his posts. he does not know this happened

guy: honestly i think he has a facebook account that is exclusively used to find and post boomer style workout memes and positivity posts. he sends an egregious amount of the aforementioned workout memes to kakashi and lee (enthusiasm of the receivers is about what you can probably expect)

neji: decidedly proclaims social media to be a cesspool and a waste of time, does not partake. he does, however, have a meticulously upkept letterboxd account with extensive and incredibly thorough reviews of everything he's ever watched. (i believe weekly team guy movie nights can be very frustrating for him personally because neji as a person prefers films that are very introspective/character driven/abstract but the rest of his teammates more than anything are interested in watching a bunch of guys beat the living snot out of each other)

tenten: she's got an instagram where she posts short clips of training using her vast arsenal of weapons - lee and neji are frequent guest appearances as sparring partners. i also could see her having a tumblr or some sort of blog to geek out over the latest thing she's picked up

lee: i think he has facebook and instagram but purely to very enthusiastically comment on guy and tenten's posts. otherwise its really not his thing

ino: YOU KNOWWWWWWWWW SHES GOT IT ALL. tiktok instagram twitter triple threat she's definitely an influencer she's big in the makeup scene but also has huge kpop side accounts. shes definitely always getting into drama but always comes out on top in the end - a bit of a controversial figure but overall has a frankly militant fanbase. always up to date on the latest idol drama and you KNOW she'll be posting about it. also has a defunct tumblr account that which was definitely an obscenely popular aesthetics blog back in the site's heyday, but in modern times has since moved her collage boards to pinterest

choji: you know this i know this we all know this HES A FOOD BLOGGER!!!!!!!! in this world blogspot is still alive and well and hes making a killing on there. i think he would also have a tiktok account though for short review videos usually featuring his friends where they go to taste test new restaurants/dishes. i think he also has a personal instagram account just for posting friend photos and whatnot

shikamaru: very casual reddit scroller, when hes bored he'll trawl through a few political subreddits and perhaps r/shogi. never posts and has accounts on basically nothing.

hinata: type of person to HAAAAATE online drama so bad it makes her sick with stress just thinking about it. if she uses social media at all i think she has a diligently kept aesthetic tumblr blog where she posts photos and doesnt interact with anybody ever

hidan: active 4chan user.

jiraiya: its like if you took a facebook-exclusive boomer and dropped him into twitter without warning. his account was supposed to exclusively be his platform for his writing but he gave up that pretense a long time ago and now its basically just whatever he wants to put on there. we all already know what this looks like

orochimaru: saw suigetsu scrolling on twitter once and got an extensive rundown on how it works and the kind of people that frequent it. finds it fascinating in the way that one might study bacteria in a petri dish cultivated in toxic sludge, but thats about the extent of it. boruto-era however he is an active nextdoor and facebook user and exclusively posts wine mom memes

tsunade: has an official account as the hokage but its entirely run by shizune. honestly i dont think she would find much interest or enjoyment in anything social media has to offer her

suigetsu: you already know hes posting bad tiktok thirst traps. theyre really terrible . absolutely lives for kicking up drama in people's comment sections and runs an incredibly popular twitter ragebait account with more passion than hes put into anything else in his life ever

[bam-bi-buck]

8x07 SPOILERS

Ouch for Athena

So many loafs!

Maddie bringing in the universe! 👀

Detective Buck!!!!

Awww the hug is so sweet

“Is this Brad Torrance?”

“It is love! Send help!” Lmao

Oh dang

Him being concerned about getting the shot - goodness

“Hovering closer than my shadow?” That’s a fun saying, don’t think I’ve heard that one before

It’s Sargent, not ma’am

“Yes ma’am- I mean Sargent!” lol

Hen’s look when Buck is talking about wanting to text him - that stare piercing

The chief walking in while Eddie’s playing keep away with Buck’s phone

Booo “better start praying” grow a pair don’t tell a star they can snatch somebody from their job

Sparks feels off to me

“That’s real power” ew

Athena testing him like that, girl, don’t do that he’s gonna come after you I feel it

Athena also doesn’t like him! (Vindication!)

Hen and Athena besties!! I’ve missed them chatting

Bobby keeps getting hugs he doesn’t want 😭

“Twice in one week, what a blessing”

Omgod dude, Bobby’s married, leave him be

I don’t feel bad for Gerrard but I do feel uncomfortable watching him cry

Take that elsewhere dude, I don’t wanna see that

Telling my mom about the “he wants the cookie so f-ing bad meme” to explain the craziness of Brad’s obsession with Bobby

Sparks went “weee!”

Sparks dangling in the wind is such a funny sight

He almost went splat

“Don’t be a bitch, rob” reminds me of Grace telling the dude, “gods plan!”

Thanks for the assist, she saved your ass dude

Elaine listen to Athena! Dude has something wrong with him

200, 000k - me and my mom “DANG!”

Dude is such a sneak, why are you listening to peoples conversations creepy?

Love Maddie and Chim being like here! Have our child for the night, she’ll cheer you up! Bye!!

“All of them!” “That’s the best answer” he’s such a good uncle, he’s so good with kids, I love him, I love them, I adore the Buckley-Han family unit, y’all 🥺🥺🥺

Leader of Man! That’s Bobby!

God Brad is being a freak - shut up dude

You’re so right Bobby, she absolutely deserves an apology

Everyone immediately recording, if he’s this brazen around Bobby who hes obsessed with I’m surprised there aren’t a bunch of videos that the team brought up after learning Bobby was working with him

Holy shit

Why did you reach for a weapon at all? You didn’t need one asshole

Calling it a taser over and over again doesn’t make it one, dumbass

Gotta say, I prefer when we don’t have police based storylines but Angela Bassett is such a memorizing actress

I’m glad we see Sparks having to deal with the consequences of his actions at least, if we have to have this kind of storyline

Then saying “limey ass” in unison - beautiful

Also love the show immediately proving me right, there should be so many Brad Torrance videos!

Love a good “____ behind me, aren’t they?” moment

Omgod he’s gonna shadow Bobby

Oh poor Bobby, Brad’s gonna cause so much buffoonery, isn’t he?

The promo with Eddie being in the car while the water rises reminds me of S1 when Buck was in the elevator with the water rising

[msklassickilla]

Turning Tables a novella (1)

Summary: Janessa Davis lives for the drama—and she’s got a front-row seat to the wildest show on Earth: professional wrestling. As a reporter, content creator, and certified shit-stirrer, she’s earned a reputation for being the backstage wildflower everyone loves to hate (or secretly loves to love). Most of the roster can’t resist her probing questions and chaotic charm.

But the Bloodline 2.0? Oh, honey, they’d rather suplex her into next week than entertain her antics. Insults? Check. Threats? Double check. A few creative “Yo Mama” jokes? Let’s just say tensions are high, and Janessa isn’t exactly making friends.

She should probably quit while she’s ahead—but where’s the fun in that? Janessa loves playing cat-and-mouse, especially when she’s convinced she’s the cat. But someone in their camp knows the truth: she’s no predator. She’s the prey. And the Bloodline? They’re sharpening their claws.

There’s one man who might save her neck… or hang her out to dry. His loyalty is as questionable as Janessa’s filter, but he knows how far the others are willing to go to make her disappear. The real question is: how far is he willing to go to keep her alive—or keep his secrets hidden?

In a world where every feud blurs the line between fantasy and reality, Janessa’s about to learn the hard way: when the lights go out and the crowd goes home, the real monsters come out to play.

Pairing: Tonga Loa x Janessa (Nessa) Davis (OC)

Author’s Note: This begins right after the Bloodline 2.0 loses War Games ’24. I envision this happening over a certain period of time only focusing on major turning points, past and future. This is AU so it follows the timeline and certain events but not really.

Additional parts may be added..

Warning: None.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter One: After the Fall

The locker room was a powder keg waiting for a spark.

Janessa Davis leaned casually against the cold brick wall, watching the fallout unfold like a director surveying their magnum opus. She’d positioned herself just out of their immediate line of sight, tucked in the shadows but close enough to catch every heated word. Her phone was poised to record, though tonight she wasn’t planning to post anything. This was for her, and only her. She knew better than to poke a bear nursing its wounds—but watching? That was fair game.

The Bloodline 2.0’s War Games loss had shaken the entire arena. The crowd’s deafening cheers for the OG Bloodline members still echoed in Janessa’s ears as she lingered backstage, soaking in the bitter aftermath. Solo Sikoa sat in the center of the chaos, a storm cloud personified, while Tama Tonga leaned against a locker, fists clenched, his face a blank slate—which was always more terrifying than when he was openly angry. Jacob Fatu paced like a caged lion, muttering under his breath. Bronson Reed sat in a corner, his broken foot propped up on a bench, the cast glaringly white under the harsh locker room lights. Meanwhile, Tonga Loa sat with his arm cradled in a sling, his torn bicep evident in the grimace he couldn’t quite hide.

“What the hell was that?” Solo’s voice cracked like a whip, cutting through the tension. “We had it. That was our match. And now? Now we’re a goddamn meme.”

“Ain’t nobody told you to…” Tama started, but his words died in the face of Solo’s withering glare.

“What? What did you say?” Solo stood, towering over Tama. “Go ahead, finish it. You want to say something, Tonga? Say it.”

Tama hesitated, his bravado faltering. “Nothin’, man. Forget it.”

“That’s what I thought.” Solo sat back down, his face a mask of cold fury.

It was a ballet of implosion, and Janessa couldn’t help but smirk. She didn’t pity them. Not after the months of hostility, the snide comments, the veiled threats. To the Bloodline 2.0, she was nothing but an interloper, a nuisance who didn’t belong in their sacred domain. She’d heard it all before—the warnings, the promises that she’d regret sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. But Janessa had never been one to back down from a fight, even one she couldn’t win.

Still, her smirk faltered when her eyes flicked to Tonga Loa. He was unusually quiet, his pain evident in the way he avoided moving too much. A pang of guilt twisted in her chest, but she pushed it down. She had no business feeling sorry for him. Not here. Not now.

“You gettin’ this, reporter?” Jacob’s voice startled her, his sharp gaze cutting through the shadows and landing squarely on her.

Janessa’s smirk returned, though it didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t bother to hide her phone. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Fatu.”

Tama stopped pacing, turning his full attention to her. “You’re like a damn cockroach, you know that? Always crawling where you’re not wanted.”

“If I’m a cockroach, then what does that make you?” She shot back without missing a beat.

The room fell silent. Even Solo looked up, his dark eyes narrowing as they locked onto her.

“You think this is funny?” Solo’s voice was low, dangerous.

Janessa shrugged, pushing off the wall and stepping into the light. “I think watching the mighty Bloodline fall apart is… fascinating. But funny? Not quite the word I’d use.”

Bronson shifted uncomfortably; his frustration palpable despite his inability to physically confront her. Solo held up a hand, silencing any further movement or words.

“You’ve got guts,” Solo said, rising to his full height. “I’ll give you that. But guts don’t keep you safe, Davis. You’re playing a game you can’t win.”

She tilted her head, meeting his gaze head-on. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just better at it than you think.”

“Watch your back,” Solo said, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “Because when you least expect it… we’ll be there.”

The unspoken threat hung in the air as she walked away, the weight of their stares burning into her back. But she didn’t falter. She’d been in worse situations—or at least, that’s what she told herself as she stepped into the empty corridor.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out, her pulse quickening at the name on the screen.

Unknown Number

She hesitated before answering. “About time.”

“You shouldn’t have been there tonight.” His voice was low and urgent, but unmistakable.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped. “You know how this works.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not working anymore,” he said. “They’re not just mad, Janessa. They’re out for blood.”

She leaned against the wall, her smirk returning despite the unease creeping into her chest. “Then maybe you should tell your family to chill. Or better yet, stop pretending you don’t have my back.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “I’m not sure I can keep doing this.”

Her smile faltered. “Then you’d better decide whose side you’re really on.”

The line went dead, leaving her alone in the dim corridor. For the first time that night, the thrill of the game didn’t feel quite so exhilarating.

[iwaoiness]

Oikawa's problematic phone case

Without any doubt, Iwaizumi is the only person in the world who is able to look so fucking hot in his ID picture without even trying. His golden skin, his hair in that natural state of spiky, his forehead relaxed without any wrinkles, that piercing in his eyebrow that he got in his first year at Irvine and that Tooru still shivers over, his eyes staring at the camera with an intensity in their greenish hue that takes breath away, his lips curved in a small lopsided smile, a shadow of dimple on his cheek, his jaw well marked by the lights, his chin slightly elevated.

Hajime sent it during one of his video calls while telling him about his day; the soda Oikawa was drinking at that moment shot out of his nose when he choked while opening the picture. Early in the morning, he stood in the nearest copy shop to his house to request eight copies, still blushing, heart racing, and ears still ringing from Iwaizumi's deep-playful-stupid-hot laugh and his Do I look so hot that it makes the great Oikawa-senshu this nervous?

One of those copies ended up in his grey silicone case (which actually matched Iwaizumi's, his with a chubby dinosaur drawing in the bottom corner asking What are u doing?; Oikawa's, with another smiling dinosaur hugging the rest of Iwasaurus missing tail, answering Miss you, hug me!), accompanying him everywhere for months along with a small family photo with his parents, sister and Takeru.

However, one night, during an interview on a popular and prestigious TV show, Oikawa completely forgot that he changed his usual cover for a transparent one and took out his mobile phone in the middle of the interview to show the presenter a really embarrassing video of Matias, his friend and San Juan's starting blocker.

And, of course, Tooru's loud and intense fandom erupted the minute they noticed (thanks to damn high-definition cameras that might as well show gaping pores in close-up as reveal a years-long relationship with a really hot athletic trainer) Hajime's photograph on his IPhone case.

Social media was abuzz with dozens of screenshots from different angles, threads about conspiracy theories (Hanamaki's favourite was that Oikawa had the wrong phone and used the phone of a technical member of the programme; Matsukawa's that Hajime was Tooru's older brother), civil wars between fans over who was more right until only a day later it was revealed (thanks to one Suna Rintaro) that the strange boy was Iwaizumi Hajime, the hot athletic trainer of Birtwistle University and the Japan Men's National Volleyball Team.

And there was no shortage of hashtags like #IwaizumiHajime27AthleticTrainer, #LGBTooru, #BiRighToorus, #IwaOi that became worldwide TT and the grotesque rise of followers on Hajime's official account and also Oikawa's own.

"You had to use a fucking transparent case" Hajime speaks when it's finally his turn to come to Argentina. He's sitting on the bed with Tooru propped up next to him, blinking at the memes that continue to pop up on his TL even though it's been a month of what Oikawa's fans have already dubbed IwaOi National Day. "You have a drawer full, full, of ridiculous phone cases and you pick the one that's transparent."

"I already said it was unintentional, Iwa-chan! Unintentional!" Oikawa protests, crossing his arms as he makes a pout that Hajime finds truly endearing. "I'd better have kept the picture that auntie took of you when you were nine years old and got stuck in the cat flap," he mutters, but Iwaizumi hears him clearly and Tooru squeals as a pillow hits his face, nearly knocking him off the bed.

...

the cute phone case inspired this drabble

as always thank u sm and u can find me on my ao3 🍉

[bokettochild]

My siblings, dad, and I watched the new Sonic movie last night in theatres, and here are my thoughts

(spoilers, duh)

The scene transitions were kinda jarring at moments and I feel like transitions from one plot point to another got to be a bit sudden

The "grandpa/grandson bonding" scene felt like a fever dream and a horror movie at the same time

The reunion of the Robotnics in general made me realize that that's how my sister views my creations and I now understand why she judges me so

Shadow really needs a chill pill and is very much a bit too much on the angst train

Every scene with Maria was a combination of 'why?' and 'awww!', but 'why?' in the sense that it was very accurate to what a pre-teen/young teen would do and tus well written, I just don't understand teenagers

I kept leaning over to my dad to fact check the Maria scenes with words like "did _______ exist in the 70s?" to which he would give a year, nay, or idk

The moment Tom gave his speech about moving on I knew it would get a callback during the final fight

The moment the star comment was made I knew it would also get a callback when Shadow inevitably turned his life around

The willingness to work as a team and utter effortlessness of said teamwork between Shadow and Sonic felt a bit rushed and unrealistic, but I can appreciate they just wanted to have cool moments and crap

Yes I might have kinda of freaked out big time when Shadow took off his power dampening bracelets, because look I used to be a Shadow fan back in the day

Every single moment on the sdpaceship I was giggling my head off thinking about the Eggman meme we all know and love

I was very happy with the credits scene where my girl showed up (was a big Amy fan in the day too)

We walked out of the theatre during the credits with me telling my siblings "the cardinal rule of movies is that unless you see their lifeless corpse for more than a second or so, and see that destroyed or buried, they're not actually dead, so don't believe that for a moment"

We did;t know there was a post credits scene until my brother ran up to me a couple hours later with it on his phone and told me there was more, at which point I was rightfully declaring that I called it

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Veil of Shadows : Chapter 3

Word Count : 1.4k

Warnings : swearing, murder, death, drinking, mention of drugs, edibles, mention of cops, mention of being arrested, mention of a syringe, mention of sex

A/N : Apologies that this chapter is so late. I had every intention to finish and post yesterday, but unfortunately fell ill for the first half of the day, and the second half I was celebrating my birthday. I should hopefully be back on track now! 💕

            Their breathing was still heavy as they came down from the adrenaline from the night previous. Scattered screams echoed through their head, and they couldn’t remember whose scream was whose. Couldn’t pinpoint where the screams were coming from anymore. Right. Left. Straight ahead. Bouncing off the walls. Circling them.

            Flashes of the night flicker through their mind. Blood, screaming, begging, crying, death. The sirens are getting closer, louder. They’re trying to make sense of what happened, trying to get their thoughts straight, but nothing makes sense. It sounds like a story, a movie. Anything but reality. Their reality. A reality they cannot escape.

~

            Everyone was gathered in the living room together after a storm had sent them all running inside. They had all separated into their rooms to dry off and get changed, which then led them all into Y/n’s room to get edibles, sans Yeosang and Jia, who decided to stick with just alcohol, as Yeosang said.  

            They were keeping their promise of making the most out of the weekend since they were all together. Trying to ignore the hatred they all felt for one specific person, who seemed to disappear and then reappear randomly.

            Music was blaring from the speakers, with Hongjoong essentially on DJ duty, as he usually was. He watched from his post as his girlfriend glided around the large living room, checking in on everyone as if she was the host. He felt his heart swell with joy as he watched her, watched as she made her way person to person, and kept note of how it seemed like she belonged in a place like this.

            Wooyoung was still making up drinks for everyone, now standing behind the bar in the living room, to the right of where Hongjoong was standing. Mae was sitting on one of the barstools, keeping Wooyoung company, scrolling through her phone, and showing him the funniest memes she could find. He couldn’t help but admire her as she sat there, getting distracted as he stared.

            San and Seonghwa were standing in the middle of the room, looking through different Lego sets on Seonghwa’s phone. They kept arguing about which ones were better, which ones they should buy next. Des and Kayla were close by, showing each other the supplies they bought for the girl’s craft night the following weekend. Their boyfriends kept stealing glances over at them, silencing their arguments about Lego, and they both agreed that their girlfriend’s were too cute. And they allowed Des and Kayla to pick out the next Lego sets they bought.

            Yunho and Mingi had disappeared some time ago, but that wasn’t new to anyone. The only married couple of the group loved to sneak off to have their alone time, which San learned the hard way after accidentally walking in on them, meant that they were having sex. The rest of the group chalked this up to them opting out of a honeymoon and allowed them this alone time every vacation weekend.

            Jongho and Yuri were on the couch, lost in their own little world. Lost in whatever discussion they were having. As if everything else around them disappeared, like they were the only ones here. Neither of them realized the pair of eyes watching them with an icy glare. Too focused on each other to realize the anger bubbling up inside of someone.

            Y/n had made her way over to the bar, asking for a top up of whatever she was drinking, taking a seat on a barstool next to Mae. Her and Mae converse for a minute while Wooyoung makes her drink, but he steals Mae’s attention back as soon as he’s done. But something caught Y/n’s eye as she was getting up to leave.

            On the bar, hidden between some bottles, was a syringe. She glanced over to the couple, who were now in their own little world, and back to the syringe. She couldn’t tell if it was filled with anything from where she was, but she was curious now. Did her friends have a drug problem she didn’t know about? Or was this something sinister?

            “What are you looking at with that … look on your face?” Y/n nearly fell out of her seat at the sound of Jia’s voice, but she tried to play it off.

            “I’m not wearing my glasses, so I’m just trying to read what there is to drink.” She giggled. Jia waved her off, not even really listening to Y/n’s reply to the question she asked. Y/n bit her tongue, holding in the words she really wanted to say, and went to stand up.

            “What’s the point of one of you making drinks if you’re going to get distracted by your lame ass girlfriend?” Wooyoung and Mae didn’t hear her, but Y/n did. Y/n stopped in her tracks, sitting back down on the stool, staring at Jia. “Yeosang described you guys as being much more fun.”

            Y/n glanced towards the syringe, still unsure of its contents, if there was even any, then back at Jia. Her mouth was still moving, no doubt complaining about something else, but Y/n tuned out all sounds, until she heard Wooyoung apologizing, asking Jia what she wanted to drink.

            The party was going exactly the way it usually does. The couples pairing off together, except for Hongjoong and Y/n. Y/n loved to wander, loved to dance, loved to talk. Hongjoong loved to watch her. Falling in love with her over and over again.

            Yeosang usually kept Y/n company while she wandered the parties. Checking in on her while she checked in on everyone else. This would be the first party he didn’t. Trying his best to keep Jia happy, which to everyone else, seemed like an impossible task.

            But besides that, everything was normal. It was exactly the same as the previous party. And the one before that. And all the others before. With minor changes as Jongho and Yeosang got into their respective relationships.

            Her thoughts were racing when the power went out. Wooyoung had just handed Jia her drink. Mae had reached over and placed her hand on Y/n’s back. Wait no, Mae was still sitting down, the person who had touch Y/n’s back was standing, reaching over her. No she was reaching over. Wait. Back up.

            Jia screamed. Barely a second. And then there was silence again. Suddenly a thud. Were those footsteps? Was someone scurrying away? She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t get a single thought in order. All she could remember was getting another drink, being annoyed at Jia, and then it was dark and silent.

            The music came back seconds before the lights turned back on. Everyone was still on their phones, finishing their conversations. Mae noticed her first. Then the rest of the girls, before the guys looked up and took notice of the girl laying next to the bar.

            “Is she dead?” Mae asked, her voice quivering. Wooyoung didn’t hesitate to jump over the bar and take her into his arms, whispering sweet words into her ear.

            “No pulse.” Hongjoong said, looking at all his friends scattered around the living room. His girlfriend sat on the barstool, staring at Jia’s dead body, and he wrapped his arm around her, resting her head on his stomach. “I think we need to call emergency services.” He added softly, looking directly at Seonghwa, who nodded, pulling out his phone.

            “Are you insane? Did you forget we’re all high as fuck right now?” Jongho exclaimed. “Not to mention the insane amount of edibles Y/n still has. She’d be the second most fucked person here. Right behind whoever the fuck killed Jia.” He continued, his voice getting louder and louder the more he spoke.

            “Killed? You think she was killed?” Kayla asked, worry lacing her voice as she looked around at all her friends, the people she called family. Remembering how they were all joking about Jia’s death earlier that day. But none of them were serious, were they?

            Y/n was still frozen, staring down at Jia’s dead body. As if she was trying to memorize the scene, trying to come to terms with what happened, trying to add everything up in her head. Hongjoong figured she was just shocked, maybe trying to figure out who could have done this. He’s partially right.

            Y/n noticed what no one else had yet. Probably because she had noticed it earlier. Moments before the crime. And thought it was odd to hide it in between bottles. But now there it was. Laying right besides Jia’s body. The syringe.

            And now she’s wondering, did I kill her?   

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[cyclogenesis]

“No,” Hugh says. “You just looked lovely in the light.” He tucks his phone away and meets Ryan at the altar, joining him in the beam of golden sunlight from the church’s highest window. “Well?”

Ryan opens his mouth to say something, anything, but he can’t find any words, a rarity. He’s imagined this, specifically, in detail: the third act, his and Hugh’s characters standing together like this, facing each other, hands held between them. He’ll kiss Hugh here.

He wants to kiss Hugh here.

He wants to kiss Hugh now.

Not for the story. Not to rehearse. Because he wants to cup Hugh’s face in his hands, to feel Hugh’s arms around him and Hugh’s lips on his. Ryan wants that for himself, right now, and badly.

“Fuck,” he says, the flood of emotion making his voice waver.

“What’s wrong?” Hugh asks. He tilts his head a little, concerned. Ryan wants to pull him in, to kiss the creases at the corners of his eyes, to kiss his cheeks, his mouth. He wants to take his time, wants to strip him bare and touch everything he’s never been allowed to touch before. He wants Hugh’s hands on him everywhere, on his shoulders, his throat, his chest, his hips. He looks down between them and thinks about Hugh touching his cock and just the mental image of it fills his body with lightning, his blood sparkling, heart kickstarted. Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

When Ryan looks up to meet Hugh’s eyes again all he can say is, “Nothing. I’m fine. Sorry.” The lie feels terrible, but what the hell else is he supposed to say? I love you? I want you?

“Are you?” Hugh asks, frowning at him. “You look a bit pale. Do you want to just head back? I can drive.”

“Yes,” Ryan says, then, “No. I feel okay. Just jet lag probably.” He’s been here four days. “Or, uh, the altitude?”

“We’re not that high up,” Hugh points out, correctly.

Ryan meets Jesus’s eyes where he’s on the wall crowned with thorns and looking sorrowful about Ryan’s sudden interest in sodomy. Oh, let’s pull back from that one right away, fuck. “It’s my sins. Gotta be the sins. You know, it’s all this Catholicism.” He waves a hand around the space, gesturing to the church of it all. “It’s contagious. I’m going to start confessing things. Shut me up immediately, please.”

Hugh lays a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Say four Hail Marys and an Our Father,” he advises. “You should be good. And spend more time on your knees.”

Ryan is going to have a full-on heart attack.

“Praying,” Hugh finishes, grinning at him.

“God is watching you and He did not find that funny,” Ryan says, although it was pretty funny, if a little on the nose. “I’m fine. Come on, we have another church to look at and it’s harder to get to.”

showing great restraint in not just sending the whole entire fic

DVD commentary on this excerpt from The Co-Stars, A Romantic Comedy by Ryan Reynolds behind the cut for the meme, thank you for asking!! 🥰 I um talked a LOT haha *jazz hands*

“No,” Hugh says. “You just looked lovely in the light.” He tucks his phone away and meets Ryan at the altar, joining him in the beam of golden sunlight from the church’s highest window. “Well?”

Real behind-the-scenes info: my mind has been lingering on church/religion-related things since I had Wade and Logan to go The Cloisters in Now and Tomorrow. I wanted to do more with the idea with that fic but could not make it happen. And if there's one thing I do with aggravating-to-me consistency it's moderately to severely rip myself off, and thus this moment echoes Wade and Logan under stained glass light in that fic, one of them admiring the other. Whatever, it's pretty!!

I also think a lot about how light falls after 11 years of photographing myself for my vintage clothing shop and chasing sunlight/cursing shadows all the while, so that type of visual detail tends to pop up in my writing as I transcribe the unholy visions. Hugh photographing Ryan in this moment parallels Ryan photographing him earlier in town; they both find each other beautiful, is why.

Ryan opens his mouth to say something, anything, but he can’t find any words, a rarity. He’s imagined this, specifically, in detail: the third act, his and Hugh’s characters standing together like this, facing each other, hands held between them. He’ll kiss Hugh here. He wants to kiss Hugh here. He wants to kiss Hugh now. Not for the story. Not to rehearse. Because he wants to cup Hugh’s face in his hands, to feel Hugh’s arms around him and Hugh’s lips on his. Ryan wants that for himself, right now, and badly. “Fuck,” he says, the flood of emotion making his voice waver.

Because this fic was being written during a legendarily difficult time of my life writing it ended up being a real escapism thing for me and for that reason I had the hardest time getting to the Big Revelation. I just wanted to keep hanging out with them, you know? 😭 But it had to be this specifically - Hugh meeting him at the altar - and this is because something about Ryan Reynolds is that he has been a serial monogamist desperate to be lawfully wed since his mid-twenties.

26 and dating Alanis Morissette (an amazing joint Canadian slay), engaged after less than two years. They break it off after five years together, he's out with Scarlett Johansson like three months later. He's engaged to her after less than a year and they're married five months after that. I honestly can't think about that relationship too much because they're both so gorgeous it's like my brain is staring into the sun. They divorce mid-2011, he's out with Blake by that autumn, and the two of them are straight up married less than a year later. Jesus H. Christ.

So clearly very important to him that somebody put a ring on it, and I think the 12+ years he and Blake are in the midst of speaks to a need for that kind of commitment. And as a person who takes marriage very seriously, I think he could write a scene like this in a very theoretical way (helped along by a vast amount of repression) until he's actually right there, picturing it in this exact place, Hugh right in front of him like the last time Ryan did this with his actual wife and then it suddenly becomes very intensely real and inescapable because it's something he genuinely wants and has wanted and there's no way for him to look away from it. (Although he's still not even directly acknowledging just how serious it is! He still has to get there. Let's just focus on the kissing yeah that's it.)

“What’s wrong?” Hugh asks. He tilts his head a little, concerned. Ryan wants to pull him in, to kiss the creases at the corners of his eyes, to kiss his cheeks, his mouth. He wants to take his time, wants to strip him bare and touch everything he’s never been allowed to touch before. He wants Hugh’s hands on him everywhere, on his shoulders, his throat, his chest, his hips. He looks down between them and thinks about Hugh touching his cock and just the mental image of it fills his body with lightning, his blood sparkling, heart kickstarted. Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

A fun challenge with this fic was avoiding overt horniness up until this point, because my usual romcom vibe generally includes a lot of the POV character being down bad desperate for it. But Ryan here has just been down bad desperate for love, and determinedly not thinking about his dick at all, so the moment he thinks about kissing Hugh for real he's thinking about all of it, and it's been building up for years, man. And in a church! lol. lmao, even

When Ryan looks up to meet Hugh’s eyes again all he can say is, “Nothing. I’m fine. Sorry.” The lie feels terrible, but what the hell else is he supposed to say? I love you? I want you? “Are you?” Hugh asks, frowning at him. “You look a bit pale. Do you want to just head back? I can drive.” “Yes,” Ryan says, then, “No. I feel okay. Just jet lag probably.” He’s been here four days. “Or, uh, the altitude?” “We’re not that high up,” Hugh points out, correctly.

Extrapolating here that as a person with anxiety (who is also generally nice) Ryan is not much of a liar because it stresses him out and therefore he is unpracticed and horrible at it. And he would think that saying he's fine when he isn't is a lie, and why would he ever lie to Hugh about how he's feeling, or lie to anyone he loves. (The highest peak on Syros is 1,450 ft. It is not the altitude my guy.)

Ryan meets Jesus’s eyes where he’s on the wall crowned with thorns and looking sorrowful about Ryan’s sudden interest in sodomy. Oh, let’s pull back from that one right away, fuck. “It’s my sins. Gotta be the sins. You know, it’s all this Catholicism.” He waves a hand around the space, gesturing to the church of it all. “It’s contagious. I’m going to start confessing things. Shut me up immediately, please.”

Like the instant guilt at lying, and also suddenly having to deal with the Gen X reality of coming of age like riiiiiight before gay stopped being a junior high insult and sincerely loving women enough that he could put any even slightly gay feelings in a box and put that box away and happily and wholeheartedly accept and love the queer people he knows and never have to look too hard at why he thinks it's okay for everybody else but not for himself. Gotta be the sins! (Nothing to unpack there, move it along!) Also I think the sodomy bit is one of the funniest lines in the whole fic.

Hugh lays a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Say four Hail Marys and an Our Father,” he advises. “You should be good. And spend more time on your knees.” Ryan is going to have a full-on heart attack. “Praying,” Hugh finishes, grinning at him. “God is watching you and He did not find that funny,” Ryan says, although it was pretty funny, if a little on the nose. “I’m fine. Come on, we have another church to look at and it’s harder to get to.”

Cut to Hugh also in love with Ryan for longer than he'd like to admit to himself, single and ready to poly this cule, staring down the reality that he wants to join Blake and Ryan's marriage and has in fact discussed it with Blake extensively and the only roadblock is Ryan, who despite their every interaction and also having written an entire movie to kiss him, is still seemingly completely unaware that bisexuality is legal. Hugh has yearned and is still in the midst of yearning. He will allow himself a blowjob joke. He deserves it, for his patience and understanding. And because it was funny.

God I love this story so much. Thank you again for indulging me and asking! 🥰 I hope this was interesting haha.