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thesummerpetrichor · 8 months ago

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𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓘 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾:

𝒪𝒻𝒻 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈

Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader

Summary: Its been five months since you started sleeping together, and you're having second thoughts about your "relationship" with Javier. But what does it matter to him? he hasn't even kissed you yet. 🍒 Continuation of “Off to the Races” and “Your Face is Shameless” but can be read alone.

Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI you will be blocked. Mentions of DEA, thicc age gap [Javi is in his 40s reader is in her early 20s], mentions of anxiety, major angst, situationship, guilt, unrequited love, self loathing, kissing [they did it!], Javier is emotionally unavailable, petnames, major dom/sub dynamic [dd/lg ish vibes], mean!Javi then soft!dom!Javi, degradation, dumbification, minor objectification, major size kink [Javi is bigger than and can lift reader], praise kink [finally some good girl action], daddy kink, choking, pussy pronouns, finger sucking, oral [f receiving], unprotected P in V [ do better!!]. Let me know if i missed anything 🫶

Word count: 5.4K

A/N: Hello!! I'm back!! thought it would be fitting to revisit these two post hiatus. Sorry in advance for the emotional torture that is about to ensue, but I couldn't help myself. Big thank you to @pixelsandothernonsense for being a big supporter of these two and fuelling their return on the blog time and time again. Lotsa plot, lotsa porn– as always. Hope you enjoy, nasties. Mwah

🍒Off to the races 🍒Your face is shameless 🍒Masterlist

You wanted it to be easy but it’s difficult. You wanted it to be over, but it was not.

While Colombia seemed to be all fun and games at first sight, the longer you remained stuck in the American embassy’s city centre building the more you longed for home.

Your research was hitting a roadblock, and things were hard. Funding was running out, and your professors were running away. Better jobs, better prospects. But your degree was the least cause for your troubles.

You were smart. You were controlled. You didn’t know what you were thinking when you got yourself involved with Javier Peña. It seemed fun at the moment- fooling around, messing with a man double your age and four times more qualified. Trying to wrangle his true intentions out from under his furrowed brow and frown.

Looking back you felt stupid. Embarrassed. A little ashamed of what you had become. How you let him treat you.

He used you like a walking sex doll. Didn’t give you one look afterwards. Maybe a pat on the back but somehow that was more insulting. He had never kissed you. And there you were, fixing your makeup in the office bathroom after an evening under his desk had ruined it.

It had been five months since the first time he'd bent you over his desk but you were only half way through your trip. Five more months seemed too long to bear. It made you sick.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror. You looked tired, and sleepy and your clothes weren’t crisp as usual. You felt a little bit like the tissue you’d just dabbed against your cheek. A little flimsy and a little dirty. A little used, perhaps.

It felt a little worse knowing it was all your doing. You weren’t expecting a man like Javier to change. Objectively, it wasn’t possible. But you still asked for more. For him to use and then forget about you. You wanted to leave. You wished he’d never seen this side of you. Frankly you wished you hadn’t either.

Because you were smart and funny and interesting and could talk about all sorts of things. You liked music and books and movies and trying new food. But he’d never seen you that way. He never would.

You hadn’t spoken to him once. Not about anything that wasn’t strictly utilitarian. Especially not after he started fucking you. It was far too awkward and far too intimate.

For him.

Your feelings flip flopped every day, from the casualty of the affair seeming rather appealing, to it making your chest ache. And yet you couldn’t seem to help yourself, unable to understand not only what this thing you had going on with Agent Peña was, but why you couldn't seem to stop.

Five months camping out in the office and you hadn’t missed a single day. No matter how bad the hurt in your chest you rolled out of bed and reminded yourself of why you were where you were. It worked. It hurt, but it worked.

But after five months it seemed like getting out of bed was suddenly impossible one morning and you thought it best to stay home. You got a few calls. One from Fiestl and Van Ness. Connie Murphy sent Steve over with soup when she heard you weren’t feeling well.

No news from Javi Peña.

You slept most of the day. With your computer shut and materials put away. You didn’t want to think about it. You fixed yourself dinner- instant noodles, and headed to bed once again.

You thought it was temporary but the excruciating pain only lingered and carried you on to another day confined to the four walls of your bedroom.

It was a bad idea- ignoring your work for as long as you did. You should have known that you wouldn’t be able to put it on the back burner- considering the neurosis surrounding your work, the fact you took a two day break was impressive. It wasn’t long before your anxiety was eating away at you, an impending deadline hanging over your head and reminding you the world didn't care about your little pity party.

Stupid as it was, you found yourself crossing the street at the witching hour of 23:00- clad in the soft cotton dress you forced yourself into earlier that evening. The friday night had persuaded everyone out of the office, and you weren’t surprised when you found the top floor of the embassy building cold and empty.

You were glad, and perhaps it was the only way you could stomach being there– alone.

Your desk was exactly how you’d left it a couple of days ago- your books piled in one corner, papers thrown all over the place. It was disorganised and untidy– very unlike you. You swallowed a lump in your throat as you began to sort things out, a feeling of complete exhaustion and defeat threatening to force you into your office chair. You glanced over at Javier’s office, signs he was out for the week prompting the slight relaxation of your shoulders.

When you finally sat down to get to work, your eyes couldn't help but flutter shut every few moments, the screen of your computer zoning in and out of your vision every now and then. The words seemed to escape you, four lines on your document all you could manage before you were pressing your forehead against the wood of your desk.

After spending the past two days sleeping somehow all you wanted to do was climb right back into bed.

Music, surely that would help! Or at least you thought, to no avail, a whole album played once, yet you could only manage another paragraph. Turns out burnout was real.. and it had decided now was the best time to get you. But you weren’t ready to pack up and banish yourself to your studio apartment just yet. So you upped the volume, and sat up just a little bit straighter in your chair, and got back to work.

Something about the loneliness of working in that drab, white, characterless office was especially miserable. So miserable in fact it was almost comforting, it was so miserable it was funny. It wasn't long before you were sitting completely straight in that sad, uncomfortable office chair, laughing at yourself with a mixture of exhaustion and disbelief. You were stupid, and acted silly, and had all these big feelings, but what did it matter? It was diabolical; the capacity Javier had for ruining your life, but soon enough you’d be out of here and one day you’d probably be laughing at the whole ordeal.

It was exhausting, but what could you do? The words came just a little bit easier from that point, and you felt yourself accept defeat and immersed yourself in your paper. At the end of the day you couldn’t control how he felt about you- you just had to take it or leave it. Not everything is that deep, you rolled your eyes at yourself, but you knew truthfully the lack of his care and affection was more than a little sting. You decided you were better off defining the “relationship” for yourself, and maybe showing a little bit more restraint. Who said everything had to be that serious, maybe you should've taken a page out of Javier’s book!

Yes that was it, not everything was that serious, was it?

You really wished you’d had the foresight to gauge the stupidity of trying to drown out your surroundings in a public space in the middle of the night. Sure, no external threat could get you inside the excessively secure embassy building, but what did that mean when the real threat to your sanity was the DEA attache.

Truth be told, you'd have jumped in fear if anyone had tapped their fingers on your computer screen, but when Javier rounded your desk with a raised brow and waved his hand in front of your computer, you were particularly startled.

“The hell are you doing here?”

Any other time you’d probably met him with a snappy reply, something to get him going, maybe rile him up enough till he was pressing your face against your papers and fucking you from the back. You wished you could have given him that response that day, but you were so completely out of yourself, you settled for a shrug and a normal “trying to finish this section”.

“That why you disappeared these past two days?”

“I wish.. probably would have been done by now.” His brows kit, somewhat confused and just noticing your tired, puffy eyes now that he was closer.

“When’s it due.” he leaned to sit on your table , and traced your features with his fingers. You felt your eyes flutter shut as the tip of his index ran along the bridge of your nose, and feared your new policy was at risk of being thrown right out of the window at his attention. Sighing, you leaned into his touch. Unhappy, but unable to resist it. “Next week.”

He pitched your damp cheeks between his fingers, gently shaking your head from side to side. “You've got time.”

You hummed and took a moment to look up at him- yellow table lamp doing his golden features all sorts of favours, ones that he didn't even need to begin with if you were being honest.The weight of his hand, the roughness of his skin against yours had a soft sigh escaping your lips.

Javier's hand moved slowly, almost hesitantly, to the back of your neck, and he gently guided you to stand. Your legs felt weak, but you helped yourself up long enough to watch him rise beside you, stepping closer. He stepped around you, positioning himself between yourself and the chair, his breath warm against your ear.

"Sit," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. His hand moved to the back of your neck again, this time pulling you down onto his lap. The gesture was possessive, not tender.

You obeyed, lowering yourself onto him, your legs on either side of his waist, dangling off the seat. Javier's hands rested on your waist momentarily, heavy and harsh, before drifting lower to your hips, pulling you further into his lap till you could feel his bulge swell against you. You felt yourself get wet, he lifted your hips and then pulled you back down against him, allowing you the slight relief of the friction as you felt yourself embarrassingly throb against him.

The proximity was suffocating, his scent—cigarettes, and aftershave. He leaned closer, and for a moment, in your delusion, you thought he might kiss you. Instead his fingers squeezed around your throat, breath fanning your lips. “You want to be daddy’s good girl, dontch’ya?” his voice was low, and biting, and you knew you were in for it, for avoiding him, when he tightened his grip at your lack of answer.

Slick pooled in your panties, and he let you press your hot core against him, undoubtedly able to feel how easily he could unravel you. You shifted your gaze up at the ceiling to avoid his own.

You squeaked out a feeble “yes”, already delirious. “Then why the fuck, did you think you could disappear without telling me?” He reached for the string that held together the top of your dress, rather aggressively tugging it undone, watching as it unravelled and revealed the soft cotton of your lingerie. “Busy” you whined when traced your skin with his pointer finger, palm coming to squeeze at your breast and then pull your bra aside.

“Not looking too busy now, are ya?” your nipple pebbled under his palm, his hot breath fanning against your skin as he trailed open mouth kisses along your neck. You whimpered, reaching to tangle your fingers in Javier’s hair. Surprisingly, he let you tug on his locks, allowing you to ground yourself as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your bud. He came up to nip at your jaw and you whimpered a soft “M’ sorry”.

“What was that?” Javier rolled his eyes and growled in your ear, grazing your earlobe with his teeth, and pinching the flesh of your thighs, prompting you to speak up. And speak up you did, heat seeping into your panties at his tone and words. He didn’t respond to you, just hummed his assent and pulled you harder against him.

His hands found the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up and into his arms. You wrapped your legs around him and his big arms crossed under you to support your weight. Continuing to kiss along your neck he plopped you on the table, but you couldn’t lie, you much preferred being carried so gently in his hold. Thank god the desk had been cleared– giving him enough room to push you back against it. You didn't really want to unwrap your legs from around him, but he grunted disapprovingly before prying your legs from his waist. Your heart jumped as he took a seat on your dingy rolly chair, his large palms lifting your legs by your calves till your feet were planted on his thighs. You propped yourself up on your elbows.

Javier's eyes caught sight of your untied shoelace, a small hazard in the midst of your hurried night. As usual, without a word, he leaned down, fingers deftly working to tie the lace in a swift, fluid motion, securing the bow with a final, firm tug, patting the top of your shoe before returning to the task at hand.

His eyes were hungry like they always were, deep brown, alluring, the only readable emotion in them- lust. Those large palms parted your knees, making space for you between them. A tingle ran up your spine when he brushed the tips of his fingers against the inside of your thigh, dragging them along your skin till he was toying with the hem of your panties. He shifted forward in the chair, meeting your eyes as he planted a kiss on your calf, and then hoisted your legs up on his shoulders.

Javier took a moment to admire you, letting his rough hands roam under your skirt. You always wondered what those hands were doing; how they wrapped around his gun when he ran out of the office with it, how small they made the cigarette he was smoking look. You watched him grab, and hold, and type from across your desk when he hadn’t fucked you in a day or two, imagined those hands grabbing at your flesh and wrapping around your throat. You imagined him pumping his fingers in and out your pussy with your own hands between your legs in the middle of the night- unable to go mere days without him fucking you, salivating at the thought of those hands wrapped around his thick cock, wondering if he too couldn’t go without your touch.

Lost in your thoughts you shuddered when you felt him drag his tongue up the cut of your slit, the already moist fabric of your panties sticking to your skin as he nudged your clit with his nose. Your head fell back involuntarily, and you felt your arms ache as you continued to struggle to hold yourself up on your elbows. Seemingly, he had decided that day he wasn’t going to make you work for it- you looked like you were working far too much already.

“Look at me.” Javier sharply instructed from between your legs. Nipping the inside of your right thigh till you yelped in his hold. You weren't going to last very long at the sight of him, eyes glancing up at you as his mouth ghosted over your soaked pussy. You watched intently as his fingers pulled your panties aside, softly grazing your swollen flesh in a way that had you pulling your lip between your teeth to contain the pornographic moan that threatened to spill from your mouth and alert the security guard across the hall.

Your leg twitched on his shoulder as he licked a long, firm stripe up your aching pussy. Both your eyes fluttered shut as his tongue softly explored your folds. The sight of Javier between your legs was enough to send you over the edge, one that would live in your head for a very long time.

You struggled to hold his eyes with your own when he licked at your entrance, increasing his pace ever so slightly before he was softly sucking your clit into his mouth. Letting yourself lean back against the table you reached to continue to tangle your fingers in his hair, hoping he'd let you have his fluffy locks in your hold. Turns out you were lucky the first time, because as was more common, Javier reminded you of his “no grabbing at daddy” attitude by grasping your hand in his.

“No grabbin at daddy, babygirl” he murmured against your wetness and you shivered. His fingers engulfed yours, stroking your skin and moving your hands to your chest. His large palm covered yours and squeezed your fingers around your breasts. You moaned, and arched your back against the table up into both your palms as his tongue achingly slipped inside you.

The feel of his mouth against you was more than perfect, the way he expertly ate you out till you were wiggling your hips against his face, his nose nudging your clit as he fucked you with his tongue. Slow and soft then faster and rough, just how he knew you liked it.

He seemed to be enjoying the feeling of you just as much, groaning against your wet cunt everytime you twitched and shuddered against him, the taste of you prompting him only to bury himself deeper between your thighs, pull and grab at your hips, hold you close against him as your chest rose and fell.

Javier lashed his tongue at your entrance, then plunged it into your slick cunt. You felt your core tighten, and you knew you couldn’t hold on much longer. “Please…” barely able to complete your sentence you squealed when he circled your clit with his tongue. You could feel him grin against the inside of your thigh, and you reached for his hands on your hips to tug at his fingers feebly.

Making out the sound of his chuckle over your heavy breathing you whined, and then proceeded to melt in his hold when he responded with a rather gentle, yet delayed and somewhat playfully annoyed “You can come for daddy, babygirl.”

The grip of your fingers on his tightened, and you sighed, finally letting go as Javier worked between your legs. Your cunt clamped down on his tongue as he finished you off, licking you through your orgasm and holding your hips down as you shook and squirmed above him.

He kissed along your seam gently as you caught your breath, your breath hitching when he pushed two fingers in your still sensitive cunt to gently stroke your walls. He stifled a groan. You looked down between your legs as he withdrew those fingers and began to stand up. “She so fuckin wet for me, hmm?” He rubbed slow, soft circles on your clit, not caring to watch you intently for any giveaway that would instruct him on the perfect rhythm. He already knew what you liked- he didn’t need to bother. “Slutty little pussy achin’ to be fucked… after all these days, aint she?”

He took a second to get a good look at you as he moved closer between your legs, and you propped yourself back up on your elbows and wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him in.

“My good little slut”

Bringing his fingers to your lips he urged them open, pushing in and watching you suck gently on his digits. You shivered at the taste of your own arousal. As always you felt a little fuzzy when he did something like that– letting your eyes droop until he nudged you to release them with a pop. He ran those fingers across your lips, watching you struggle to keep your eyes on him as his hand drifted downwards to wrap swiftly around your neck. “That's better isn't it?” he pressed his clothed cock against your bare, swollen pussy, your panties surely on the verge of ripping the way they’d been pulled aside. Javier seemed to be thinking along the same lines as you, because in a moment he reached for them and urgently dragged them down your hips, unwrapping himself from your hold and holding your ankles in one hand as the other slid your panties all the way off of you.

When you whined at the loss of his body against yours he tutted, raising his eyebrows at you in warning.

He then grabbed your thigh with his hand once again, squeezing it and holding it in place against his waist. You heard the jingle of his belt as he undid it. A rough edge on said belt scraped against your skin, but it was difficult to pay attention to it when you felt him reach between your bodies to tease your dripping slit with his length.

It was sad to admit, but nothing took the weight of your shoulders much like the feeling of his hard cock sliding against your wet pussy, head bumping your clit till you were shivering and then notching at your entrance. You heard him mutter a strained curse under his breath at the feeling of your cunt sucking him in. Javier didn't waste much time, as much as he seemed to enjoy the sight of you deliriously wiggling your hips under him.

He leaned down and traced the curve of your jaw with the bridge of his nose, breathing in your scent as he pushed in– slowly and gently. Much slower and gentler than he had ever been before. Your legs tightened around him, hips lifting pathetically as you felt him stretch you open. It had been far too long since you’d had him inside you.

“Such a good little girl..” His hips snapped towards yours.

“Aren’t ya?” It was an out of body experience, so overwhelming and dizzying you could almost see yourself in the act. Your brain couldn’t comprehend that tone and that gentleness as is, forget when Javier’s cock dragged deliciously against your aching walls.

Your elbows caved from under you, letting you fall completely back against your little desk. Your head went to fall back soon after, but Javier had managed to snake his hand behind your neck– cradling your head and shielding it from the hard wooden table. Instinctively, you buried your nose in the collar of his dress shirt. He let you seek respite, palm holding you against his warm body, and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck.

Your skin felt like pins and needles, little sparks bounced off your exposed waist and prompted you to wiggle your hips away from him at the intensity of the sensations. “Nah uh” yanking you back in his direction Javier squeezed your hips in his hands, refusing to let you escape the death grip he had on your body, pulling you towards him with every deep, slow, thrust.

“Silly little thing” He laughed against your lips, so close they brushed against you. You couldn’t help it when your mouth fell slack against his. He took your bottom lip between his teeth. He released it as your walls clenched around him, brows knitting at the feel of your warm, soft cunt around his cock.

“Mine aren’t ya? Daddy’s good little slut?” Unable to catch hold of anything on the table, your hands flew to his shirt, your fingers twisting the fabric as you gripped it as tightly as you could. He let you pull him towards you, one hand sneaking between your bodies to grab and squeeze at your breast.

“Then you’re gonna take it like I give it to ya?” You tried to nod, head lulling side to side and mouth hanging open, desperate noises leaving your lips. When your back arched against the table he pulled you into his chest, letting you wrap your legs around his waist so tightly you felt the leather of his belt cut into your soft skin.

Eventually he picked up his pace, and you could make out the sound of your pens clattering to the ground as your back moved relentlessly against the desk. The dim grey flood light above you came in and out of your focus, the heat that swelled up inside you hindering your ability to concentrate on absolutely anything. “Getting all cock drunk on me..” Anything but him. Yet another orgasm stirred in your tummy, your entire body hot and tingling with overwhelm. “There’s my good girl”.

He pulled you into him with every thrust, his hard length throbbing inside of you. “Just how I like ya’– no thoughts in that head’ve yours.” Your bare chest pressed against his soft shirt, but you longed to feel the heat of his body against your skin.

“Can't think ‘bout anything but daddy can you?” he managed to laugh, his thick cock dragging against your wet walls in a way that had your mouth falling open in a gasp. “Just daddy, ain't that right?” As usual he grabbed at every part of you he could, hands seeking purchase on any exposed skin.

He grazed your earlobe with his teeth as he spoke. “Poor baby, going dumb on daddy.” All you could do was whine. “Can’t hear ya..” you whimpered again, strained and hasty “yes”s leaving your mouth at record speed as the tension in your core threatened to burst.

“S’ how it should be” your dress made it easy for you to slide along the surface of the table as he fucked into your tight, wet heat, railing you as you twitched around him. You struggled to form a broken “daddy” between your lips.

“Stupid little girl can’t do anything but be daddy’s little sexdoll hmm?” you shook your head, but he grabbed your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. “‘S okay babylove, s’ how daddy likes ya best” he shook your face gently, “when ya ain't runnin that smart mouth of yours.”

He grunted and sighs above you, seemingly lost in his own pleasure, not bothering for the first time to make you beg. It was as if the two days you spent apart had him prioritising other things. “Better this way isn’t it, nothin you gotta worry that pretty head about…” you felt your cunt squeeze him. “Not when daddy’s fuckin’ ya’”

You could tell he was close by the way his thick cock throbbed against your slick walls, the way his Texan accent came through just a little more than it usually did. Your thighs quivered against his waist as the heat continued to pool in your belly.

You knew he was close when he straightened up again, hands wrapping firmly around your throat as he angled his hips to hit that sweet spot inside you over and over. “C’mon baby, be a good girl and come for daddy” he tightened his grip, thumb reaching up to swipe gently at your slack lips.

You felt your pussy clench around his cock, finally letting go as you writhed under him. You heard him groan over the ringing in your ears, your own eyes rolling back as your orgasm rolled over you in waves. You gushed around him, your own release prompting his.

Watching his brows knit as his thrusts got sloppy might have well sent you on a second release, aftershocks making your hips wiggle against his palms as he squeezed them, his cock throbbing inside you before he erupted with a shudder. A string of strained curses escaped his mouth, chest rising and falling rapidly as he rode out his high.

You laid there, the heat from your exertion slowly dissipating. You felt Javier pull out, his spend trickling down your thighs, and slide your panties back up over your legs. A heaviness tugged at your limbs and made your eyelids droop. Every muscle felt loose, languid, as if all the tension and energy had been drawn out, leaving behind only a deep, satisfying fatigue.

Javier put his hands on your waist and lifted you off the table, you returned to your habitual silence, this time albeit far more satiated than before. You were dizzy, feeling like a small ghost floating in front of him, engulfed by his towering form. The world around you began to fade, sounds muffling and blurring into an indistinct background hum.

Every blink became slower, your vision narrowing to slits before closing entirely. You let yourself drift into that warm state between sleep and wakefulness, the exhaustion of the week catching up to you in more ways than one, uncaring of the sense that Javier’s eyes had been lingering. You felt him trace the bridge of your nose, reducing any prospects of you actually getting off that desk.

He fixed your lingerie and tied the bow of your dress back up, one hand returning to stroke your cheek. His other arm came to support your back as it wrapped around you, pulling you towards him. You looked up to find him watching you, with an expression you couldn’t bother to decipher at the moment.

You couldn’t help but fall into his chest as he stood above you, his arms reaching behind you as he packed your things in your work bag. You felt your eyes flutter shut again, complete exhaustion taking over your weak form. He placed a kiss to your temple, lifting you off the table once and into his hold once again. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking securely at the ankles. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, fingers digging into your flesh.

You felt cold again suddenly, and Javier readjusted his arms to hold you with his right while his left rubbed along your shoulders to warm up your skin, prickled with goosebumps.

Your head rested against his shoulder, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek a comforting, rhythmic lull. You nuzzled deeper into the curve of his neck, tilting your head till your nose was brushing the cut of his jaw.

Javier shifted slightly, and you could feel the subtle change in his posture as he leaned towards you, and his face came level with yours– you could feel the heat radiating from his skin, a stark contrast to the cool air around you. His hand cradled your cheek.

With your eyes still closed you felt his lips press gently against yours, so pillowy and soft you barely registered them. He tasted how you’d imagined so many times before– cigarettes, and whiskey. Melting into his touch your hands moved to ball the fabric of his shirt gently in your fist. His lips moved against your’s with a carefulness you couldn’t really understand, but the fact that they were at all was enough. Exhaustion aside, you had a feeling the triviality of the whole ordeal, its comfort and normality seemed expected. And just as quickly as it began, it was over.

Perhaps it had always meant a lot more to you, than it did to him.

The hand that was cupping your cheek pinched it and then snaked around your waist to help you find your footing on the ground, the same hand coming down to slap your ass as he pushed you towards the door.

In usual Javier fashion he checked his phone, uninterestedly murmuring a soft “you can start again tomorrow” as you stood in the elevator. He let you lean against him, his palm coming down to pat your head momentarily before it was back to sorting the files in his hands. You looked up at him, his mind now completely diverted to whatever he had come to collect in the office in the first place, so unbothered by what seemed to transpire between the two of you.

Perhaps nothing really did.

You wished his words gave you some motivation, but it was turning out to be really difficult to want to be anything more than his dumb, silly, little girl.

Who else is gonna put up with me this way?

I need you, I breathe you, I'll never leave you!

They would rue the day I was alone, without you

You're lyin' with your gold chain on

Cigar hangin' from your lips, I said, "Hon'"

"You never looked so beautiful as you do now, my man"

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messylxve · 7 months ago

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old flame | aaron hotchner x reader

part two

content warning: angst, yearning, sad hotch, tension is THICC, mentions of abduction, guns, pregnant character, angry cops

pt1 pt3

Aaron still thinks about you most days. There was not much he clung onto from his years before, but you were one of the few he couldn’t let go of.

He supposed it was because you were one of the few things he never got closure for. You had just disappeared one day, completely untraceable as if you never wanted to be seen by him again.

And he didn’t know why.

It was a rather quiet day in the BAU. Morgan and Prentiss goofed off while Reid rambled on about…something. Aaron stuck it out in his office per usual.

He should have been doing paperwork, but his mind wandered elsewhere. It wandered to the picture in his wallet. He gazed at it sadly, wondering when it all went wrong.

The picture was of you and him: a selfie taken on a camera from when the two of you went to a store late at night and decided to cart each other around in the shopping carts.

Strange how some of the happy memories he had left, were of you.

“Hotch.”

He flipped his wallet shut, his attention now on JJ as she stood at the doorway of his office. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat. “What do you have?”

“Multiple abductions in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Two girls, a woman, and a boy. All ranging in ages, but all related to officers under the police force.”

“What’s the time difference between each?”

JJ shook her head, flipping through one of the folders. “Three days.”

Hotch quickly pocketed his wallet and stood from his desk. “We’ll do the debriefing on the jet, alert the others. Wheels up in 10.”

To say it was chaos in Harrisburg Police precinct was an understatement. Phones rang endlessly, people rushed around and the sound of arguing echoed from the chief’s office.

“It's not usually like this,” one officer greeted. “This has become personal for a few of us and they aren't taking it lightly.”

Hotch scanned over the precinct, the uneasiness in the air radiating out to his team. “I suggest you take those officers off the case. We can't afford any distractions from anyone to interfere with this.”

“That's what were working on,” he nodded over to the office where four uniformed individuals crowded around a desk. “They aren't making it easy.”

Hotch’s frown deepened before looking around. “Do you have a space for my team to set up?”

“Yes, right this way,” he motioned for the group to follow him before turning back to Hotch. “Chief wants you in her office before we begin breaking things down.”

“Thank you.”

Hotch didn't know why he didn’t suspect something when he heard the shouting the first time. Walking closer, he realized he knew that voice. It was the voice that had haunted him for years.

“Do not question my authority again. The four of you are suspended from this case. If I hear another complaint, argument or so much of a whisper about my decision your guns will be confiscated until the case is closed. Am I clear?”

Aaron’s heart stuttered. His hand found the doorframe to grip as he watched in awe.

A small chorus of ‘yes chief’ followed your reprimand from all but one officer.

“Am. I. Clear. Smith?”

The man grit his teeth, staring you dead in the eye. “Yes chief.”

“You’re dismissed.”

Each officer left the room, leaving the two of you alone and suddenly you felt like kids all over again.

“Aaron.”

“y/n,” he breathed out. “I didn’t know—,”

“Neither did I,” you interrupted, knowing exactly what he was talking about. You felt your defenses slip away for the first time in a long time in his presence. You hated to admit it but it felt good. Seeing him again despite all of the years away.

But that look in his eyes, the pain and heartbreak. It took you right back to the day you fucked up.

It was almost as a spell was casted, Aaron saw your walls form again.

You cleared your throat and folded your arms. “There are only so many officers I can have on the field for this, so I thank you and your team for being here.”

“I- of course.”

Aaron had never felt so unsure during a case.

“Agent Smith says he was on the phone with her right before it happened and she hung up quickly,” you mused, standing in the front entryway of the Smith home with Hotch and Morgan. “Jessica Smith was 8 months pregnant when taken…”

“Which means she couldn’t have put up much of a fight,” Hotch finished your thoughts. Your eyes found his for just a moment and your heart stuttered in its chest. Had it been so many years ago, the two of you would have laughed about it, or shouted jinx, but not anymore.

“But she still would have put up some semblance of a struggle. She didn’t fight at all.” You cleared your throat.

Morgan looked oddly between the two of you, crossing his arms. “Right, so is it possible the unsub had a weapon. Threatened her to let him in.”

Hotch shook his head. “I don’t think so, the unsub had to be someone she trusted.”

“But didn’t want around the kids,” you muttered, eyes staring down the entryway.

Morgan furrowed his brows. “What makes you say that.”

Your eyes flickered up to Hotch, that’s where they wanted to go, but you trained them on Morgan instead. “The other kids were home, would’ve ran to the door to see who might be there.”

Hotch watches you carefully as you walk over to the door, your gloved hand closing it. “Mom makes it to the door first, sees the unsub through the peephole and recognizes him, but thinks it might not be a good idea for the husband to know he was there.”

You turn away from the door, facing the men. “She hangs up the phone abruptly, tells the kids to go play and leaves her phone right here on the table before opening up the door.”

You open the door slowly and step outside, noting the mud on the welcome mat leading to the the first few feet of the house.

“The mud from the prints match the ones at the other scenes, but they don’t run through the house…they stop here.”

“She didnt want him far into the house at all,” Hotch finished off again.

“So that means the unsub is someone each family knows and Jessica recognizes, but is a sore subject, not wanting her husband to know he was there,” Morgan theorizes.

“Someone who was fired or discharged,” you realized.

Hotch furrowed his brows. “Have you recently let go of officers.”

You nodded your head. “A few. But there’s no way to go through files like that without getting unneeded attention from other officers.”

Hotch turned to Morgan. “Call Garcia, tell her—,”

“No need,” you interrupted. “I have direct files saved to my personal computer. It’ll be faster.”

Hotch eyes stayed on you, contemplating his choices.

“Morgan, get back to the precinct, update the others. l/n and I will retrieve the files.”

The car ride was…awkward to say the least.

Hotch had a million things he wanted to say, he needed to say. But somewhere between his heart and his voice, it died upon delivery.

“Spit it out,” you blurted out suddenly, forcing his attention to you.

“What?”

“You’re twiddling your thumbs and biting the inside of your cheek. Every time you look at me you take this gasp of air. What do you want to tell me?”

So many years had passed and yet you could still read him like the back of your hand.

“That was impressive back there…” he swallowed hard. “You’d make a good profil—,”

“Please don’t tell me you cooked up all of your guts just to tell me I’d be a good profiler,” you laughed.

It sounded harsh, but there was something in your tone that eased Aaron’s heart. He laughed too for the first time in a long time.

“No I guess not.”

However just as easily as the moment eased up, it easily tensed back into that painful silence.

“Why did you leave,” he blurted out finally.

Your smile dissolved so quickly, it pained Aaron to be the reason it was even there.

“I got an offer from UPenn. Full ride.”

Aaron frowned. “Congratulations.” It was genuine, despite how hollow his voice sounded. “But that’s not the real reason is it.”

Your voice suddenly felt very raw as you attempted to swallow back your emotions, but just as quickly as they left, it came back. “No…”

“Why—,”

“Because,” you burst out. “After that night, when you begged me to…” you couldn’t bear to finish that sentence. “…what we did…I couldn’t go back to what we were. It hurt too much to. I was ready to tell you everything when I saw you again but…you and Haley. She… I couldn’t do that to her.”

You were bearing your emotions out, on the verge of tears releasing every pent up emotion since that night and Aaron never felt more stupid in his life.

They had finally come at a red light when Aaron spoke up. “What night? What did I…what did I ask you to do?”

He was terrified of your answer.

But you. Everything in you stopped. Your heart, your brain, even your breath. Everything was so silent when you turned your head and finally looked him in the eye for the first time in ages.

“You really don’t remember?”

He shook his head. “No.”

His single word reverberated through your bones, sinking deep into your soul. What do you mean no?

You turned to the road, a humorless chuckle falling from your lips. “You don’t even remember.”

“y/n,” Aaron called your name with such desperation. “Please.”

You looked back at him, hearing that tone in his voice. Suddenly you were taken back to that night. Between the pleas in his voice and that depressingly sad look in his eyes, he looked just the way he did all those nights ago.

God how long is this light?

“You were drunk. Haley accused you of being in love with me. You begged me to kiss you to prove it was a lie.”

His heart squeezed in his chest and his lungs felt as if it was wrapped in barbed wire. It hurt.

“Did I?”

Your eyes flickered over to him for just a millisecond.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

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Everything, with you - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC/Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+ | Breeding Kink | Size Kink | explicit sexual content | Dad!Seb

All tags can be found on Ao3

Summary:

"Watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

“Having another one?”

A/N This works as a stand-alone but if you happened to have read either of my long fics this would sit either after the epilogue of 'Whatever it Takes' or in between the final chapter and the epilogue of 'In the Shadow of Us' (but I omitted the Azkaban references so it works for both). I have literally nothing to say for myself for this one other than...

For the thicc Seb girlies 💕

Dark curly hair tickled the underside of Sebastian's chin as he adjusted his son nestled in his lap. Book resting against his knee which was bent at an awkward and rather uncomfortable angle where he'd managed to cram himself onto Sam's little bed. Sebastian’s neck ached and his left leg was almost completely dead. Not that he minded. He knew his youngest would outgrow this one day, and would no longer need his father to read him fairytales. So Sebastian succumbed easily to Sam’s pleading and let himself be the dutiful mountain against which his son could rest.

"Now, this word’s a little tricky, so take your time with it,” Sebastian tapped his finger on the page. "What does this say?"

"I'm not sure." Sam frowned. He traced his pudgy finger over the unfamiliar word and along the bright plume of fiery feathers printed in rich shades of red and gold on the page. The enchanted bird ruffled its wings as it clicked its beak attempting to nip at Sam's fingers. Each time the bird squawked soundlessly as he stroked its plumage Sam giggled with delight.

"Sound it out. You see right here? The 'Ph' makes an ‘f’ sound.”

"Like ‘t’ and ‘h’ make a 'the' sound?"

“Exactly right. Two letters. One sound,” Sebastian said, ruffling his boy's hair proudly.

Alice, his eldest had always had an uncanny ability to memorise words. Could recall the contents of practically every book he'd ever given her once she’d devoured it. She'd taken great pride in unnerving her primary school teacher by listing every ingredient in ‘A draft of living death’. Which may have seemed like a feat within itself…until she’d insisted on doing it backwards.

His unique form of parenting had been called into question more than once by her teachers but who was he to tell his daughter that ‘most potent potions’ was not appropriate bedtime reading? Restricting her inquisitive mind would be a far greater sin.

Sam's little mind on the other hand worked like a tinker. Slower it may seem than his sister as he pieced together meaning. But that wasn’t nearly the case. Simply because he liked to fiddle with things more than his sister. Take a word apart and rearrange it before dismantling it again entirely. He picked apart the rules as he learnt them. All whilst, humming sagely from time to time like he was some great philosopher and he wasn't in fact, a boy of four who had spent the morning sulking when there was no honey left in the pantry for his toast.

“Try sounding it out," he encouraged.

"Fee-nix?" Sam’s brows furrowed slightly the new word unfamiliar and clunky on his tongue. "Pheonix?"

"That’s it. You’re doing well. Now I know you know the rest of it. Reckon you can read the full sentence?”

"The p-phoenix went up in…smoke?"

"Clever boy!"

Sam turned to look up at Sebastian, puffing out his chest with pride. Sebastian kissed the crown of his head affectionately. Sam burrowed his head into his shirt trying and failing to disguise a yawn against his father's chest.

Snapping the book closed and placing it on his bedside table. Sebastian scooped him up as he shifted off the small bed placing his son snuggly under the quilt constellations in golden thread adorned its edges.

“Right, I think that's enough for tonight. Bedtime for you mister.”

“But I'm not tired,” Sam protested. Rubbing his drooping eyelids which did little to rally his father to his plight. Eyes so like his mother's framed under furrowed dark brows. Stubbornness was an inherited trait and with how pigheaded he and his wife could be Sebastian should have known his children would be no different.

“I'm sure you're not,” Sebastian chuckled. Tucking the blankets tighter around his squirming limbs. “But it's already way past your bedtime. If you settle down I’ll put the stars up - How does that sound?”

Sam grinned, nodding his head eagerly as he buried his head deeper into his pillow. Sebastian pulled out his wand. Sam’s eyes lighting up. Glittering as they always get in his eyes when either of her parents performed even the simplest of charms. With an unnecessarily large flourish, Sebastian extinguished the bedside lantern plunging them into darkness. He whispered his modified charm.

Stars small but dazzling began to twinkle into life one by one across the steepled ceiling painting the cosmos across the wooden beams.

It wasn’t nearly as elaborate as the charm in the Hogwarts great hall that had given Sebastian the inspiration. Not quite a replication of the overcast sky outside, but to Sam’s childlike wonder; his father could conjure the heavens in his bedroom. Pluck the stars from the sky so he could sleep bathed in starlight.

For all his folly into the persuits into the darker sides of magic - there was no spell more powerful than the ones that made his children’s life a little more magical.

“Night, Dad.”

***

Undoing the buttons of his shirt Sebastian shucking the material from his shoulders. Wincing as he kneaded at the tight knot that had formed in his neck from too long spent hunched over in his son's small bed. Stretching like a bear ripe from hibernation joints cracking audibly.

His dark brows lifted in alarm as he caught his reflection in the ornate oblong mirror tucked into the corner of their bedroom.

Sebastian had always looked like his father. Same bow to their lips, unruly chestnut hair and soft brown eyes like sodden earth after rain. He could practically divine how his features would change using the brushstrokes of the portrait of his parents that hung proudly on the stairs.

But it was the things that went beyond the superficial that made his parents' old friends stumble on his name and acquaintances double-take in the street as if the dead still walked among them. The determined set of his jaw, the curious glint in his eye. There truly had never been any mistaking exactly who Sebastian’s father was.

But he didn’t just look like his Dad ; he looked like a Dad.

Not that he'd ever been particularly lean . A stockiness to his frame as all Sallow men carried. Violence practically carved into his marrow. Built more for quidditch or boxing, than for scholarly pursuits he'd always been drawn to; but this was getting out of hand.

Sebastian frowned at his reflection. Still strong in the trunk in a way that he never minded, especially not with how it elicited such sinful looks from his wife but he had become notably softer around the middle. What had once been a sparse tuft of hair on his chest he’d taken great pride as a lad, was now thick dark hair trailing down his stomach.

It seemed as unprepared Sebastian had been, stumbling bowlegged and awkwardly into fatherhood, not having nearly enough time with his own to have much to go off; his body had settled far quicker into his new role than he had.

Scratching at the short beard he kept neatly trimmed. Well, for what could pass as neat considering his hair was unruly no matter where it grew. Sebastian twisted and turned, appraising himself from different angles.

When was the last time he'd duelled? Worked up any kind of sweat?

Perhaps he should consider himself lucky he was in the shape he was. Carrying his children upstairs to bed and lugging stacks of heavy stacks of old manuscripts and attifacts charmed against magical interference around the Department of Mysteries hardly counted as exercise. The closest thing anyone would consider vigorous was fucking his wife. But then again holding her small frame against a wall hardly felt like work.

He rotated his joints, and the tendons of muscle in his heavy shoulders flexed under freckled skin. An old puckered scar long faded to white across his shoulder now a mere remnant from his past life. Underneath the soft exterior of the doting father he’d become still lurked the shadow of the hellion youth he’d once been.

Delicate hands slithered around his middle running along the breadth of him stroking at the hair on his chest. Her warm cheek came to rest, nestled between his shoulder blades. Sighing affectionately, her breath tickling his skin. Sebastian leaned into her touch, even after all these years he still felt sparks.

"If you keep scowling your face will get stuck like that,” she chided. Sebastian snorted twisting in her hold to face her. She’d loosened the soft braids she usually wore at her temples so her hair hung loose around her shoulders. She smiled up at him, crooked and his heart stuttered in an unsteady rhythm.

“Alice, go down without any fuss?”

“Has she ever?” She quirked an eyebrow at him far more amused by their daughters' antics than cross. “Caught her trying to get into your study after I put her to bed - again. Luckily she isn’t half as stealthy as she is mischievous.”

Sebastian grinned at her, arching his eyebrows. “She gets that from you.”

“I think Scribner would have disagreed.” She said rolling her eyes. “But something tells me it's not Alice's nocturnal antics causing that face. Tell me what's wrong my love?"

Placing a warm hand against his cheek fingers combing through the hair on his chin. He shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her gaze. Failing to suppress the heat he could feel rising in his cheeks most likely staining the tops of his ears.

"Nothing, Pet. I’m uh-” he hesitated, wincing slightly. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed. And is she hadn't, he was reluctant to point it out. Lest it change the way she looked at him. She was still as radiant the first time he'd laid eyes on her but Sebastian was a far cry from the roguish boy who'd made her heart race.

He leaned heavily into her hand resting against his chin. Letting the tenderness of her touch and softness of her gaze quell the unease. “Just carrying a bit more timber than I'm used to. I hadn’t noticed how much the years had caught up to me. After two kids and all."

"You’ll always be the same stubborn and reckless boy to me," she wrapped her arms around him tighter. It was only a chaste peck but an inexplicable blush darkened her cheeks as she nibbled on the inside of her cheek contemplatively. Her hands grazed along Sebastian’s freckled shoulders, through the sparse hair on his chest nails scratching softly. "But I must admit…I rather like you like this. Broad. Manly.”

" Oh - Do you now?" he smirked. Admiring the flush that had stained her cheeks at her admission.

Seeming to take an unnatural amount of interest in the pattern of their curtains she averted her eyes blushing deeply. "Yes. I do. And don't let it go to your big head.”

Far too late for that. After all these years she should really have known better. His chest already swelling with pride a smug smile pulling at the corner of his freckled cheeks.

Tugging at the sleeve of her pale blue dress. The cotton slipped away to expose more of her skin. Sebastian snaked his hand around her waist to settle on the small of her back. Ducking his head to pepper kisses along the dip of her shoulder.

The faint smell of mallowsweet that always clung to her hair far sweeter than any perfume; a herb balm that had soothed and tamed his stubborn heart. Heat rose where he'd exposed her as Sebastian's mouth worked its way down her neck towards her clavicle. Her fingers pressed a little harder into his flesh feeling the tight coils of muscle that still lurked underneath.

Despite Sebastian's intention of letting his wife thoroughly enjoy the body, she found so desirable. She seemed distracted. Her breathing hitched a little as he grazed his teeth over her delicate throat. Sucking in just a way that would usually drive all the thoughts from her pretty head - that was not the case tonight.

“Besides - it's not like I look the same as I did before Alice and Sam.”

"Mmm, but watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

She trailed off. Mouth opened and closed lamely as she searched for the words her eyebrows furrowed.

“Having another one?”

The high-pitched and uncharacteristically nervous noise of agreement she emitted made Sebastian pause his efforts to adorn her shoulder with dark love bites which were now blooming like wild grapes.

It was rare to see his wife nervous. Even rarer still for her mind to be elsewhere when it came to their marital relations. But he could understand her trepidation; it wasn’t as if either of their children had exactly been planned.

Before either of them were born he often wondered if they should have been parents. Not a single guardian between them to cobble together any semblance of what a parent should be. A trail of lost souls he'd not been able to protect.

Hazy memories of love weren't exactly a blueprint for success.

So Sebastian packed those feelings away even before he'd let them fully bubble to the surface. Resigned perhaps to the fact that although she may have fallen in love with the rough-edged boy he’d been; she'd still bore witness to the worst of him. A dark unsightly stain on his soul he kept cloistered away but they both knew would never leave him. Or her.

And why would either of them want to burden a child with him as their father; or her with his last name? It did not do to dwell on something Sebastian never thought he’d be able to have.

Then one day their world shifted and as willfully unprepared as they’d been for it; so did they.

Alice bloomed in the cracks of space in their lives they hadn’t known something had been missing. But perhaps had always left vacant and wanting for her.

Sam, followed so shortly after. Alice - barely a year old when they’d realised three would quickly become four.

By then, Sebastian had put to rest that gnawing anxiety that told him perhaps they should have never been parents. Fatherhood suited him. Soothed an old ache that had been throbbing since the passing of his own and now he wore it like a familiar coat.

He allowed himself to bask in the elation of their growing family; in a way, he’d not been able to with Alice. Not only taking pride in his wife, who practically glowed more beautiful than he’d ever seen her; but pleasure in watching her stomach swell once again with his child.

So much in fact, he lamented over the missed opportunity for what it would be like to take her with the sole intention of filling her with life. Could practically taste it every time he felt her unravelling on his cock. Dragged his feet at the apothecary when she asked him to purchase extra dandelion root for her monthly brew in the years that followed.

Already Sebastian could feel his blood rushing south at the thought. Inhaling sharply, calming his heart which was now thumping hard against his sternum as that familiar desire pooled.

“I love our family. Alice and Sam, are plenty troublesome and we have our hands full as it is,” he began carefully.

Sebastian cupped her chin, shifting her soft gaze to his. The smile he wore, genuine if a little weak. What he said was true. Sebastian did not wish to burden her with making such a decision simply to satisfy his elicit fantasies. He would not begrudge her if she didn’t want another child after she’d given him so much - more than he’d ever let himself hope for.

But she visibly deflated with his words. “Oh…so you wouldn't want another one?”

“No! I mean- not ‘ no’ . Merlin, it’s quite the opposite. In fact, I think I’ll always want more ,” Sebastian spluttered. Tongue tied and feeling the opportunity slipping through his fingers Sebastian took a breath to right himself. “Neither of us has much in the way of family outside of the one we made for ourselves - each child you give me is the greatest blessing I never thought I’d have. I’d love nothing more than to grow the family that we created.”

“I just want to know you're sure. You don't have to just because I want one.”

“There is nothing within my power that I would not give you. But, trust me love there are other reasons it appeals to me.”

“Oh?”

Hands glided down her spine grabbing the soft curve of her backside. Her eyes widened as he pulled her flush against his body where she could feel the growing bulge press against her stomach. Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, Sebastian ducked his head to nip gently at her earlobe before he whispered.

“Getting to fuck you purely with the intention of filling you with my seed. Watching you swell with another of my children. Breeding you. ” His voice, a low rumble reverberating from deep in his chest. Domineering. Predatory. Every point his body was pressed against hers felt like a fire that ignited a desire that lay dormant inside him. Desperate to claw its way out. Claim her as his - again . "Wearing the evidence under those pretty dresses of yours for everyone to see. So they know exactly what you let me do to you. Who you belong to.”

A visible shiver ran down her spine. Goosebumps prickling across her skin at the filth of his words. Feeling pressed hard against her stomach exactly how much the idea appealed to him.

“Sebastian-”

“Tell me you want it and it’s yours,” he murmured huskily against her neck. Nipping at that spot below her jaw he knew made her knees buckle.

His little witch had never been the obedient sort, as wild and stubborn as a poorly bottled lightning. But after all these years together - Sebastian knew exactly which buttons to push. How to make her laugh so hard her cheeks ached from smiling; a sound so perfect it washed his worries away like a tide. The ones that made rage; burn so fiercely he was reminded she was barely a witch at all but a dragon merely playing at domesticity.

Most favourably to Sebastian were the ones that turned every rational coherent thought in her head into a blinding fog of lust.

He trailed kisses across her skin, her pulse quickening under the tender brush of his lips. An eager whine slipped from her throat. Hips pushing against his in search of friction to soothe the heat pooling in her abdomen.

“Yes- fuck. Please, I want that. Another baby. Your baby.”

The choked sound that clawed its way out of Sebastian’s throat sounded far from anything human. Somewhere between a groan and a growl.

Wasting not a second longer he grasped her hips lifting her swiftly as if she weighed nothing at all. Thighs wrapped tightly around his hips as she moulded into him. Heat radiated from her core barely concealed behind the thin fabric of her undergarment.

Fingers tangling in his hair, she pulled his lips forcefully to hers. Kissing him greedily. Tongue delved between his parted lips as if he were the air she breathed.

From the way she ground her hips insistently, his wife cared little if it drove him to distraction; she knew there was no way Sebastian would let her fall.

Carrying her over to the bed to practically launch her down onto the mattress. Hooded eyes, devoured every inch of her husband standing above her. Her dress dishevelled had ridden up to expose the tops of her thighs which squeezed together in anticipation. Sebastian palmed his hard length through biting hard on his lip to stifle a moan.

Her nimble fingers came quickly to fumble with the buttons of her dress. Sebastian batted her hand away with a grunt to tear into them himself. His mouth trailed kisses further down her body with every inch he exposed.

Stopping as in his journey towards her core to pay particular attention to the soft curve of her belly. She whined under every press of his lips against her stomach squirming impatiently under Sebastian with the need for him to fill the womb he worshipped so reverently.

Sebastian pulled her hips sharply towards the edge of their bed dropping to his knees between her spread legs. Folds already glistening with unrestrained desire. Sebastian ran the tip of his nose through the sparse hairs. The heat of his breath teased against her growing slick. Shivering with anticipation her hips bucked craving - no, needing Sebastian to provide relief to the ache between her legs.

“Sebastian - please,” she whined.

“Impatient,” he scolded. Despite his own clothed erection strained against his trousers twitching desperate to be buried inside his wife’s impossibly tight core. But to Sebastian there no more perfect sight than her laid out before him. Bare, flushed and eyes darkened with desire. A nymph from some Greek tragedy he hadn’t tamed; rather merely a disciple come to worship at her altar. “Such a good girl. Already so wet for me.”

Her fingers tangled harshly in his hair hips bucking as Sebastian at last ended her torment. Licking a broad stripe with the flat of his tongue across her weeping entrance. Her head fell back in a broken whine finally relieving her from her torture. Sebastian released a groan of his own against her folds, lapping more needly at the growing slick. Savouring every drop she offered him. A man lost in a desert and her his bountiful oasis.

He knew her body better than he knew his own. Chasing her keening mewls a wordless plea for more, pleasure only he could offer her as he flicked and curled his tongue against the hooded bundle of nerves. Releasing his grip on her hip to slide his fingers into her tight heat. Savouring how her fluttering walls gripped him as he worked her open with every pump and curl of his fingers.

Her back arched, legs shaking the cool satin sheets scrunched in her fists as she writhed in ecstasy. Clinging desperately to them a last bastion of as she teetered on the edge of oblivion.

He chanced a glance up at her, mouth still servicing her fervently. Their eyes locked her voice caught on a silent plea for release. Sebastian sucked. Devouring her quivering clit and she broke.

Screaming curses and praise to forgotten deities her body jerking to grind frantically against his tongue. Sebastian’s hips rutted forward into nothingness as her body clenching around his fingers as he brought her to climax. His own need growing almost unbearable as he felt her dissolved into pleasure needing to feel that pulsing release around his cock not just his fingers.

His patience was now paper thin, he needed to be inside of her and from the way her fingers tugged at his chestnut hair impatiently as her orgasm ebbed - she seemed to agree.

Bed springs creaked as he crawled onto the bed beside her. He slid his hands along the dip of her waist gripping her soft flesh to flip her onto her stomach.

She peering back at him from over her shoulder. Her lips were swollen, her hair in a wild tangle but her eyes burning into him as if she could set him alight - daring him to take her as she arched her hips up and back towards Sebastian.

Gripping her side he bared down on her. Large body resting heavily against her back she curled up into him sighing contentedly at the feeling of his weight resting against her.

How many wizards had coveted her affection since their school days? Cursed the very ground Sebastian walked on because since the day she’d become his. His cock achingly hard grinding against her arse at the mere thought of her wearing the reminder to them all exactly who she belonged to under her dress.

He scrambled with the buttons on his breeches before pulling them off entirely cock springing free arching proudly and achingly hard. Slit glistening in anticipation that coil inside of him already tightly wound at the mere thought of filling her.

"Going to fuck even more of my kids into you," he purred low in her ear as he settled himself between her legs dragging the head of his cock through her spit-slicked folds. Their nerves practically vibrating with carnal anticipation.

She cried out, broken and rasping as Sebastian finally pressed into her with a strong deliberate thrust. Stretching her open inch by inch groaning low, his head falling against her back when he buried himself inside her to the hilt. The sheen of sweat coating her back salty on his tongue as he mouthed brainlessly at her bare flesh.

“Fuck,” she hissed as Sebastian began to cant his hips in deep maddening strokes. He hadn't expected such a lustful fog to overcome him. Like some primitive part of his brain had overcome him and now he was entirely consumed with the thought of her. Filling her with seed.

His eyes flicked up catching their reflection in the mirror. Sebastian groaned her name as he watched himself pounding into her relentlessly. Tiny body nestled under his own her spine curved in pleasure but her face was buried in the sheets. Stifling the delicious sounds of ecstasy she only made for him into the mattress.

Sebastian grunted in annoyance. Snapping his hips harder she only seemed to bit down harder on the sheets.

He didn’t just want her to feel him filling her with life; he wanted her to bear witness to it.

Tucking his arm around her waist he hauled her up flush against his body. Her yelp of surprise dissolving into a moan as the new angle had her sinking deeper onto his cock. Her back pressed against his chest she rolled her hips, eyelashes fluttering as his crown teased against her sweet spot. Sebastian curled a possessive hand around her throat to keep her upright. The other kneaded her breast, rolling the pert peak between his fingertips.

Despite the utterly filthy position in which he took her. Sebastian’s hands were gentle, large arms cradling her body. He whispered sweet reverent praise and encouragement into her ear with every roll of her as she sought her pleasure.

“Look at you,” he whispered. Pressing a kiss to her temple coaxing her to look and witness how fucking perfect she was. Her eyes cracked open, gaze settling on the mirror in the corner of the room. Sebastian's reflection grinned at her. She blushed deeply at the sight but she made no move to cover herself. Eyes devouring the sight of her bare, legs spread wide and impaled on Sebastian's cock.

“Fucking look at you.” He punctuated the statement with a sharp buck of his hips into her cunt.

She whined desperately with every deep maddening thrust. She leaned back further into his embrace, head tipped back in a wanton moan but she didn't tear her eyes away. As if wishing to burn this moment into her mind. Cunt fluttering greedily around his cock, coaxing more slick onto his shaft.

“Fuck- you're taking me so well. Do you- fuck. Feel how deep I am inside you?” Sebastian groaned at the slight swell of her stomach. He released her breast hand ghosting down the planes of her stomach. “I can feel you clenching around me - fuck . Feel where I'm going to fill you. Where you'll grow our child.”

He barely recognised the cadence of his voice, low gravelly more akin to a growl than anything human. He pressed a little harder onto her stomach. Feeling the head of his cock against his palm, he groaned. Forehead fell against the crook of her neck pumping into his palm as he ground into her with deep thrusts. Gently teasing his thumb over the blunt head through her soft stomach.

She whined readily, shivering with pleasure sinking deeper onto his cock with every needy roll of her hips. Blood pounding in his ears Sebastian could feel the pressure mounting. He released his hold on her throat, taking hold of her hips so hard he knew even if his seed did not take her skin would still wear the marks for days.

Leaning back so she could rest against him, his toes curling in the sheets as he found purchase to thrust into her frantic. Her arm wrapped around his neck keening and whimpering with every strong thrust.

“Please Seb- fuck. I need,” she rasped. Too deliriously close to the edge to tell him what she needed. What they both craved so desperately.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” he grunted. Peppering kisses behind her ear, along the curve of her jaw. “Do you want me to come deep inside you? Breed you? Make you mine again?”

“Yes. Gods. Yes!”

“Tell- tell me,” he grunted. Clutching her hips to pound up into her brutally. The coil inside of him tightened, feeling his release rushing in. Visions narrowing and cock twitching eagerly. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I-I want your seed. Your baby. You. Please, Seb- fuck,” she cried out.

Deft fingers found her clit. Still so sensitive from how he’d already made her quake. Sebastian circled the swollen nub and her head tipped back in a husky moan. Grinding her hips against him, Glistening with a thin sheen of sweat everywhere their bodies were intertwined.

“You're going to look so perfect. So bloody beautiful carrying our child. My child.”

She gasped as that familiar feeling pooled in her core. “Fuck- Seb please. I'm close.”

“Fuck I can feel you. So tight - around my cock. Let go for me, my love. And I will ah - for you,” Sebastian groaned into the shell of her ear.

Despite his vision blurring as Sebastian teetered so close to the edge of nirvana, he couldn't tear his eyes from their reflection. He doubted there was a more mesmerising and all-consuming sight than watching her come completely undone. Head tipped back all words stolen by how expertly he fucked her so a tune to her body. Beads of sweat clung to every curve and dip on her.

Shimmering. Beautiful. His .

Teasing faster circles over her still-swollen clit. Bucking into her hard and faster. Biting down on his lip so hard he tasted the metallic tang of blood on his tongue as he desperately held back his release. A final uneven snap of his hips burying his cock deep inside her climax broke.

She cried out suddenly; a clap of thunder announcing a storm. Like the heavens split apart and she submitted to drown in the waves of her pleasure. Nails clawing against his shoulder. Cunt tightened and spasmed as she sucked him in impossibly deeper as Sebastian followed her. Pulling her hips down as her came hard.

Her name and filthy praise erupted from his lips in a sound he could only liken to a primal whine. Spilling his seed hot and purposeful into the deepest part of her channel. Grinding against her arse, Sebastian milked every last drop from his pulsing cock.

Willing it to take root.

Her body slumped against him boneless but every nerve alight and still shivering from the last throws of pleasure as her orgasm ebbed. Rasping in broken pants as she tried to recapture her stolen breath.

He kissed her cheek, tender, lovingly and with as much gentleness as Sebastian could muster with how he practically rattled with how hard his heart was hammering against his ribs; he shifted strong arms guiding her onto her side. Cock still sheathed inside of her. Unwilling to remove himself from her his mind still overcome and entirely consumed with the need to fill her with life.

Sebastian pushed his release deeper inside her with shallow thrusts. She whimpered hips bucking away from the overstimulation of the motion. He peppered soft apologetic kisses across the small bruises beginning to bloom around her throat wrapping his arms around her and cradling her body to him tighter. But Sebastian held firm. Hand pressing against her stomach a silent prayer. Willing his seed to take.

"I love you. You're going to look so beautiful. Full of my baby," he cooed, with a languid roll of his hips. Tucking her a sweaty lock of tangled hair behind her ear. She sighed, angling her face to meet his gaze. Dishevelled. Swollen lipped. Beautiful. Her soft crooked and familiar yet it still takes his breath away.

He'd once thought the greatest thing he could do was burn the world for her. But now he knew - It was to build one.

A life. A legacy. One that they forged and fought for together. Everything, as long as it was with her.

Despite his efforts to keep her full of him, he could already feel it leaking out around his shaft, hot and slick, coating her thighs. The crown of his cock dragged over her sweet spot before pushing his further in. “In fact - why stop at one this time? Twins do run in my family.”

“I don't think that's how it works-” she stuttered. But her core clenched greedily around his cock. Still stiff and firmly inside of her, it twitched with approval.

“Care to test the theory?”

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crushedbyhyperbole · 10 months ago

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Before I Met Angels - Pt 2 - Now...

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus!Fem!Reader

Summary: Dean came for the hunt, but he stayed for you. He shows you exactly why you don't need to be insecure about the thicc juicy parts of you he can't get enough of.

Words: 2.2k

A/N: Thank you for your request, Nonny! You wanted insecure reader who was worried that Dean didn't like her fabulous Goddess body, but he does, and shows her just how much he does by devouring her. I hope this hits the spot.

I actually wrote the back story for this which is Before I Met Angels Pt 1 - Then..., but this is part 2 - now... Enjoy 😘

Warnings: Smut, oral - mainly F receiving, insecurities/comfort, bit of fluff, bit of cheesiness. Surprisingly not much by way of profanity.

***MINORS DO NOT ENTER OR INTERACT***

The sound of the TV blends into the background, secondary to the steady thu-thump of your heartbeat and the whoosh of your pulse in your ears. The sofa is soft beneath you, perfectly contrasting the firmness of the man you are partially wrapped around.

Dean Winchester had been with you for almost three months, and what months they had been.

You first met when Dean showed up on your doorstep after the ghost of your long dead boyfriend had started killing off your love interests all over town. Dean had posed as your newest suitor in order to lure the ghost out and your connection had developed from there.

The weeks of pretending to be attracted to each other had resulted in undeniable chemistry and, once your ghost problem had been resolved, you had asked him to stay the night. Months later, he was still staying the night.

Dean’s hands stroke your waist and hip as you snuggle up against him, his laugh is like poetry, even if it’s born from the most recent episode of Dr Sexy. He inches your baggy sweater up until he finds bare skin, glancing at you when you tense slightly as his fingers slip under the waistband of your leggings.

You don’t like a lot of things about your body, such as your stomach and ‘thunder thighs’ as you call them, because they aren’t what people think of as attractive. Dean has never said these things to you, but for someone with a sex drive like his, how can he prefer how you look over some of the women you have seen hitting on him since you’ve known him?

When you look up at Dean he is staring down at you, reading the anxiety on your face with a light frown, but rather than draw attention to it and make you explain what he already knows, he simply sits and adjusts himself so your legs are across his lap rather than you being lay against each other.

Just so arranged, he begins to give you a foot rub, gradually working his way up your calves while he glances less and less frequently at the TV. When he slides his hands up the tops of your thighs, you close your eyes but he doesn’t stop. Dean strokes and kneads your thighs before teasing with his fingertips over your clothes, feather-light touches causing a delightful tingling sensation to creep up to your core.

When his hand dips between your legs and gently glances over your covered mound you inhale sharply, earning a sly smirk from him. That bastard knows exactly what he’s doing. He strokes there again with the pads of his fingers circling until you clamp your thighs around his hand, trapping him.

“Just where I wanna be,” he flashes you a wicked grin as he continues to apply pressure and motion right over your most sensitive spot. “I love it even more when you grip my hips like this… or my head.”

“Dean…” You admonish half-heartedly. You don’t want him to stop. You never want him to stop. “Please…”

“You want something, baby girl?”

Of course you do, and he knows it. Dean always knows what you want, it’s shameful how easily he reads the signs your body displays for him.

You nod, reaching for him. “Just you.”

You want to pull him down onto the couch with you again and have him kiss you and make you forget all the hateful things your traitorous brain tells you about yourself and about how he feels about you. How can someone as perfect as he is really be attracted so someone like you?

“Oh, you’ll have me, but I got something I wanna do first,” he says, reaching under your ass for the waistband of your leggings. “Now lift,” he commands.

Dean slides your leggings down over your ass and up your raised legs until you are bare; he has brought your panties off with your leggings, exposing you to him completely.

Your instinct is to pull your sweater down over your stomach but he stops you with a kind but firm grip on your hands. Releasing you, he bites his lip as he strokes the bare skin of your legs, abdomen and hips. Embarrassed at being so exposed, you look away from him.

“Hey,” his finger under your chin stops you and turns your gaze back to him. “Eyes on me, understand?”

You nod nervously, and he gets up to strip himself down to his jockey shorts before kneeling on the floor.

He’s half hard already – the firm shape of his arousal visible underneath the straining grey of his shorts – and he’s getting harder every second he looks at you with that hunger in his eyes.

Dean Winchester has never has ever taken anything from you he hasn’t given in return ten-fold, and he’s not about to break that habit now. He tugs you towards him, his hands under your knees, and turns you to access your exposed heat. Glistening with your need for him, you feel his breaths as a rhythmic cooling breeze.

“This,” he says lifting one of your legs up and bringing his lips to your ankle where he lays a kiss, “is sexy.”

You blush and look away, earning you a nip with his teeth right were he had kissed before, making your eyes snap back to where his eyes burn into you with heat and a warning not to look away again. Soothing his bite afterwards with his tongue, he makes a wet meandering trail up your calf where he lays yet more kisses.

“And this,” he says, holding your gaze while his lips and short beard leave your skin sensitive and hot. “This is gorgeous.”

Your face is aflame as he moves steadily higher, stroking his hands and lips up your inner thigh.

“But this,” he sucks a light mark into the delicate skin of your thigh, causing you to moan and pull away from the slight aching reminder of his mouth. “This is divine.”

Dean slides his hand right up to the apex of your thighs where he blows a more cooling breath against the moisture pooling between your lips, laying kisses around where you want him most, but never actually touching you there. He hums with satisfaction as you squirm when he pulls away.

“Patience is a virtue.” The cheeky bastard says with a smugness he tries to hide behind a coy smile. It doesn’t work and he looks devilishly amused as he raises your other leg to start the process again.

All you can do is watch him as he lavishes the skin of your legs with his kisses and the occasional scrape of his stubble. When you flinch, he soothes you with obscene tongue-work that you know is going to ruin you when he finally reaches his goal. All the while, his eyes hold yours as he does to you the things he knows you deserve.

Stroking his hand up the undersides of your calf, he guides your leg over his shoulder and slides his other up the inside of your other thigh. He meets your gaze once more when he leans in with his lips a deeper pink from his kisses and the green of his eyes a mere sliver against the black of his pupils. If there is any doubt that Dean Winchester is into you, this is your sign to throw that doubt away.

He places a gentle sucking kiss over your sensitive spot. The tightly wound anticipation of this contact makes your thighs twitch, and you see his eyes crinkle with a smile as he does it again, sucking a little firmer this time, and again, until you moan his name.

Dean has tasted you before, on his fingers or on yours, but never had full access to the buffet table, so to speak. Your sweet muskiness is alluring, and he devours you like a messy burger, his slurps obscene, his moans erotic. He brings you so close to the edge multiple times, teasing you with the orgasm he knows you want but denying you at the last second.

You beg him to finish you but he smirks and pulls back, his beard dark with your slick and his lips red and swollen.

He leans his head on your plush thigh as he keeps your pleasure alive with his suckling kisses and the flat swipe of his tongue. You’re practically pulsating with need when he finally speaks.

“God damn beautiful.” His voice cracks with desire as he takes the sight of you in; burning with pent up need, twitching and writhing with desperation. “Think it’s time I give you what you need, baby girl.”

You sigh with relief, though the white-hot tension in your core still consumes you, just the promise of release is enough to relax your frenzied senses.

Dean buries his face in your wet heat once more with renewed fervour, reigniting the fuse within you and causing you to crest the mountain of pleasure he had built for you. It bursts within you like a dam, cascading forth in waves of intensity far sharper than anything you have felt before, even with him. The guttural cry that escapes your throat makes him moan against your flesh.

Just when you think it is starting to fade, Dean slides his fingers into you, changing the sensation altogether, making it deeper and more well-rounded, and you don’t stop coming – or at least you feel like you don’t stop. When another climax crests you sink below the surface of the surging force he’s creating within you.

You reach out, fisting your fingers in his hair, not to draw him closer but to pull him away as his ministrations on your clit become too intense. He chuckles as he rises, looking down at you with a devout reverence you had never seen from him before. It shakes you but it doesn’t last long, his grip changes and so does his expression, becoming more focused and hungrier.

He looms over you, his arousal making a mount Everest-like peak in the topography of his underwear and abdomen, its dark peak a sign of just how hungry he is for you.

“I need you, Dean.” You reach for him and gasp out as he curls his fingers more ruthlessly inside you. Tears form in your eyes.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He groans when you bear down around his fingers. “So sweet, so tight, so… sexy.”

You go to protest, to tell him you’re none of those things but he doubles his pace, working his hand in and against you more frantically, bringing forth an explosion of pleasure that wipes the words from your brain.

“That’s my girl,” he praises when you spasm around his fingers once more, your slick coating more of his hand. “Show me how you’re gonna wreck me when I finally put my cock in you.”

When you come this time, your back arches and you’re forced to close your eyes tight. You shake and wimper in the aftershocks and Dean withdraws his hand, smoothing soft caresses up and down your thighs and you are overwhelmed by the sheer power of it. He has never taken you like this before, never reduced you to a speechless mess.

Dean sits on the couch and pulls you to him, stroking your hip and back, your arm and thigh and then, when the shaking subsides, your face. He brushes back your hair, tilting your chin up so he can lay a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Don’t you ever question how beautiful you are,” he says firmly. “I’m not the kind of guy who hangs around if he don’t want to, you know that.”

You nod, “I know but-”

“Ain't no buts,” he takes your had and lowers it to his straining hard cock. “I want you too, always have. See?”

You smile deviously, the idea of edging him like he did to you is becoming more and more appealing. You stroke him firmly, sitting up to flash him sultry smile, licking your lips as you lower yourself towards him.

The way you kiss the tip has his head falling back against the couch, the slow swirl of your tongue makes fists of his hands in the cushions.

“You, know,” he says breathily, “before I met angels, I would have said you were one – jesusmaryandjoseph -” he moans low and throaty.

“Mmm-hmmm.” You mumble with him in your mouth, sucking him in deeper, goading him to continue.

“But now…,” he swallows hard, licking his suddenly dry lips, “now I think you’re the devil.”

You chuckle deeply at the idea that you’re more of a tease than he is. After what he just did to you, no less. The notion that Dean Winchester, of all people, wants you is something you still don’t fully accept but every day he keeps showing you it’s true. Every day he’s there with you is one more day you’re thankful that he showed up on your doorstep with his cheap suit and the promise of a different future.

#dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader smut #dean winchester x plus!reader smut #dean winchester x plus reader smut #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fic #spn #supernatural smut #spn fanfic #supernatural fic #dean winchester is hotter than the fires of hell #cloudy's writing #dean x reader

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ironglorfindel · 7 months ago

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The fourth and final member of my kintsugi Urban lance, the Thunderbolt

Absolute beefcake. Just hauling ass at full tilt, comin to ruin your day. I love him.

I painted the little posts he's stood on gold, for stability. After all, moving gold posts is frowned upon

Terrible puns aside, this dude's got JUMP JETS

Terrain poses no obstacle

If it sucks, hit da bricks

Just jump

I love this thicc boi.

And that's the final member of the lance done and completed! Feels. Great.

#battletech #my minis #mini painting #mechwarrior

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citruswriter · 4 months ago

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Thicc Thighs Save Lives

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Tcest (you have been warned!), The Bale AU, dominant Leo, submissive Donnie, thigh fucking, cloaca stuffs, I suck at writing cloaca shit (sobs), spanking, sadomasochism (???).

Tcestween Prompt: Thighs

Pairing: Leonardo x Donatello

It had been a long day for Donnie. Scratch that. It had been a long week. Donnie had been working on a new project and it had been going anything but good. He was tired, exasperated, and frustrated.

His fists bang against the table as he once again hits a dead end in his project, letting out a string of curses as he glares at the machine. "Oi. Maybe you should take a break, hermano." A voice says and Donnie looks up to see his twin and mate, Leonardo.

"Later, 'Nardo. I'm close to a break through, I can feel it. I just need to push through this." Donnie growled, eyes tearing away from the blue banded terrapin and refocusing on his project once more. Leo frowns as he watches Donnie. He needed a break. To wind down a bit. But Donnie was stubborn and didn't listen easily.

"Donnie, come on." He says in a sing song voice as he moves behind his twin, hands travelling up his sides. "Take a break with me." He purrs out, slipping his finger tips into the waistband of his shorts. "Please? I promise I'll make it worth your time." He purrs out, nibbling on his neck.

Donnie's breath hitches. He wants to give in, really he does. It would be amazing to wind down, to get lost in a tangle of limbs with Leo and maybe even take a nap. To relax and slip into throws of pleasure with his beloved mate. But Donnie was stubborn, even with himself.

"Leo, do you fucking mind?" He growls, prying Leo's arms off of him and huffing as he tries to focus on his project once more. Leo blinks in shock, Donnie hadn't treated him that coldly in years. As in, before they got together. But Leo was quick to formulate a plan to force Donnie to take a break.

"Oh you wanna be brat then." Leo growls and before Donnie can scoff and roll his eyes, he's bent over his work bench. "I see how it is. Guess I'll just have to teach you a lesson then, huh?" He says and a hand is brought down on Donnie's left ass cheek, causing him to yelp and grow wet. Another smack comes, and then another, and another, and another, and another. Until Donnie's ass is sore and tears swell in his eyes.

At this point, Donnie's cloaca is dripping and soaked through his shorts. "Leo... Leo please..." Donnie keens. Leo had turned him up just with some spanking. Usually Leo would be kind, give in, give his mate what he wanted. But today Leo felt like being mean.

"No." Leo snapped. "You wanted to be mean, I'll be mean back." He growls, pulling his already dropped dick out and kicking Donnie's legs closed. He slipped his cock between Donnie's thighs, thrusting between his thighs gently before picking up speed.

Donnie can only whine and protest. He wanted Leo inside him, fucking him senseless. But he had been mean, so now all he got was some thigh fucking. Donnie moans as Leo fucks his thighs, barely even getting enough friction for his aching cloaca.

Leo fucks his thighs with reckless abandon, fingers digging into Donnie's plush thighs that were too thick for his own good. Leo keeps going until he's gasping and spurting cum between Donnie's thighs.

Leo takes his sweet time climbing down from his orgasm before his cock retracts and he smacks Donnie's ass again. "Take a break soon." Leo demands before walking out of Donnie lair. Donnie was trembling, body shaking with need as he slowly movies to close his lab doors.

Moving to his chair, he takes his shorts off and collapses into his chair. His own fingers soon find their way to his cloaca. Oh he'd take a break alright.

No thanks to Leo.

Yes ik it's small and shitty but fuck you. (/lh) I believe in thicc thighed Donnie supremacy bitches.

Taglist: @cherrytreatsart @yallshantfindme

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endlessnightlock · 1 year ago

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The Weight of Attraction

aka The Thicc Katniss Story

An In-Panem Everlark a/u

Imagine a world where a canon Katniss Everdeen is not a tiny, underfed girl. Picture her as more...substantial. Big ol' butt. A rounded belly. Broad shoulders. Tatas for days. A girl who is much like the author of this story (lol). Transport yourselves to this world, and enjoy your stay.

"I'm sorry, that's all I've got today," Katniss apologized. "Caught some tracks today--- a lynx or something is hanging around my spot. Scared most the game away."

She didn't add that cold months weren't ideal for hunting. Sae already knew that; she'd spent enough years cooking her "winter special" entrail and tree bark stew to think otherwise. No matter what was in the pot, folks still had to eat. They were, for the most part, grateful to have it.

Still, the two women frowned at the scrawny hares laid out on the back counter. Realists, both of them, but even they hoped for a proverbial bone to be thrown their way occasionally. Sae sighed. It was a soft little noise that held no trace of censure. "Ah, tis alright. With the roots you brought yesterday, I can make it stretch in the pot. Boil the bones till there's nothing left of them. Still got salt. Salt goes a long way to making anything palatable."

Sae's stand was tucked in a back corner of the Hob. Due to location, it should have afforded some privacy for their trades and conversation. But privacy was difficult to find, and soon enough, a voice that made Katniss cringe piped up from the counter where folks came for a bowl of Sae's stew.

"What's the matter, not enough meat on their bones? Didn't leave enough in the woods for anyone else to eat?" the man asked.

Katniss had thought she and Sae were alone but of course. Shit. No such luck. Darius invariably showed up at the Hob when she did, like he was equipped with a sturdy girls radar. It wouldn't break her heart if that one bit of luck failed him. It was her turn to sigh.

Darius was, while not threatening, very much a shithead. Sae insisted he had a yen for Katniss, "pay him no mind. He teases ya like a little boy would in school. Too tongue-tied to make an intelligent remark. Looks like a sick sheep, that one."

If Darius hankered for Katniss's company, bringing up her plump figure wasn't getting him anywhere. Or just commenting on anything to do with her looks in general.

Not that she found Darius handsome. Blech.

"Keep that up, and you'll be getting nothing in your bowl today," Sae chided the redheaded Peacekeeper mildly. She stayed neutral regarding customer spats, at least in front of them.

"Nar, don't do that. I was only having some fun with her," Darius said.

On a practical level, because Katniss was nothing, if not that, she knew she was fortunate to have a little meat on her bones living in a place like Twelve, where food was difficult to come by.

Extra padding in the winter probably kept her from freezing out in the woods, but why anyone thought she wanted to hear their opinion about her body was beyond her. Just because there was a little more of her didn't mean she was open to any and all comments. It made her feel like she and her body were separate beings. There was Katniss, who lived inside her head, and then there was Katniss, who was stuck inside her legs, her ass, her chest.

"You're a fucking idiot. No wonder you're sitting alone in the barracks every weekend. I wouldn't talk to you either if I were a woman," another Peacekeeper, whose voice Katniss didn't recognize, chided Darius, piquing her interest.

"Ha! I get plenty far with them, thank you very much."

"Sure you do," the other man said condescendingly. "Lots of dates with Sally-five-fingers is more like it."

Katniss had to choke back her laughter; she wouldn't openly encourage whoever was digging at Darius because that wasn't her. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy hearing disparaging remarks slung his way, though. Having her thoughts echoed in solidarity was good for a mood boost.

After schooling her features into something neutral, Katniss glanced over her shoulder, immediately catching the eye of the unfamiliar Peacekeeper accompanying Darius.

Despite not knowing him, the new Peacekeeper shot her a boyish grin, and she wanted to laugh at his cheekiness. A charmer, that one.

Katniss suddenly knew with absolute certainty, call it intuition or the sight or what have you, the Peacekeeper had been looking her over. But not like Darius, who she was sure thought of her like a nice bit of pork at the butcher shop. Katniss was an anomaly in Twelve, where most women were near-skeletal in mid-winter from lack of nutrition. The new Peacekeeper gazed at her more as if she was impossible not to look at.

It was a silly impression to hold of a man she'd not been formally introduced to. But hold onto it, she did, because she found him more than worth looking at.

Katniss tore her glance from his smiling eyes but scolded herself for her cowardice. It was alright for her to return the favor of looking each other over. Even if scrutinizing the new Peacekeeper left her itchy inside her skin like pins were pricking at every nerve.

Darius might be tall, Katniss decided, but the new Peacekeeper was much taller. He practically dwarfed her, a near-impossible feat among most men she'd met.

The man effortlessly bestowed a feeling of not sticking out like a sore thumb on her. Because he wasn't just tall but very broad-shouldered, the sleeves of his white uniform straining over an obviously thick chest and arms.

A little jolt ran down Katniss's spine at the completely new and unexpected reaction to another person. She even wondered what he might look like underneath his clothes. She'd never contemplated what a man might look like naked.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, and she clenched them into fists, telling her hands to behave themselves. They couldn't reach out to a stranger.

The Peacekeeper was fair-skinned. His eyes were blue, and his hair was ash blond, like the merchant class who ran the shops in town. His skin was ruddy from the January air and perhaps some embarrassment at nearly getting caught staring at her ass. He didn't realize she knew exactly what he'd been up to. He thought he was in the clear, staring at her ass like he'd been. But no. Katniss was sure of it. He'd been staring at her ass.

"And who might you be?" Sae asked the handsome ass-looker, assessing him casually. She turned back to Katniss and raised her eyebrows in approval. Katniss pointedly ignored her. As if she couldn't see with her own eyes.

"Peeta Mellark," the Peacekeeper said, sliding onto one of the tall stools on the customer side of Sae's front counter.

"A Mellark. Now that you say it, you look a bit like the baker Mellarks. Surely you're related."

"In town? Yeah, I think so. My dad said we had some far-reaching relations here. I come from Seven," Peeta supplied, unconcerned by the questions Sae most certainly did not pump your everyday 'Keeper for at their first meeting.

Sae sucked air in through her teeth. "Heard they grew 'em big out in Seven. And they were right. And a Mellark to boot! How interesting. Katniss, don't you think that's interesting?" she added, dragging Katniss's attention away from the width of Peeta's shoulders where her eyes kept invariably drifting.

Katniss didn't mean to stare. She just couldn't look away from him.

Peeta Mellark met her eye. "Katniss?"

Katniss nodded her assent, hating the heat in her throat and face. Her voice would have trembled if she'd tried to speak or come out high and thin.

"That's an unusual name," Peeta said as if waiting for more of an answer from her. Like he had to know more about her.

"Our Katniss is a bit of an unusual person," Sae said when she sensed Katniss floundering under his attention. "Takes good care of her family."

"Family. Are you married? Do you have children?"

Sae's smile stretched wide enough to expose those gaps in the back of her mouth where teeth hadn't resided for years at his question. "Our Katniss has no husband or children, just one sister and mother. Tis a pity no one's offered for her yet."

"Sae," Katniss said.

"I have a hard time believing no one's offered for her," Peeta said.

Sae turned away to ladle stew into bowls and slide them in front of Peeta and Darius, the latter of whom might as well have disappeared with so little attention he was being paid.

"Maybe she's picky. Those who can care for themselves have room to be so. Perhaps she has no use for men."

"None so far, but I'm thinking that'll change. You got to admit, she's a good-looking girl, right?" Sae prodded.

"Stop," Katniss begged, pressing her back against the wall and crossing her arms over her stomach, wishing she could melt into the sooty walls. She'd developed this stance after puberty hit her right between the eyes---self-defensive and emerging whenever she was nervous or anxious. The goal was to disappear into her father's worn leather jacket, where she wasn't scrutinized as much.

But she'd left his coat on Sae's back counter. With the thin shirt, she'd thrown on in the wee hours of the morning and promptly forgotten about, crossing her arms over her stomach only accentuated her breasts, pushing them farther up and out until she realized too late there was cleavage peeking out the neckline of her shirt.

Darius made a strangled noise that had Katniss instantly furious. "Wow, you ought to wear that shirt more often. Really brings out...your eyes," he said, definitely not looking at her eyes.

Ass.

Well, that was enough time at the Hob for one day, Katniss decided suddenly. She wouldn't be trotted out like a prize breeding swine on the auction block and then poked fun at on top of it. "You're a twit," Katniss hissed at Darius. She turned away from the three, grabbing her coat and game bag. "Sae, we can settle up later," she said.

Katniss never settled up later, not when they all existed on the margins, but she was that anxious to go.

"Sure we can," Sae told her. Sounded amused, even.

KPKPKPKPKPKPKP

Katniss ran into Peeta a few days later at Sae's counter, where he sat working his way through a bowl of stew. Minus Darius, fortunately.

Katniss had thought about Peeta a lot, but she'd also spent a fair amount of time considering how she would make Darius pay for his comment about her breasts. Maybe ask Sae to slip a pinch of foxglove in his bowl next time he shows up. Giving Darius the shits would do plenty to soothe her mind.

Dismissing pleasant thoughts of revenge she most likely wouldn't act on, Katniss walked past Peeta to trade with Sae. This time he kept his eyes off her ass as she rounded the counter to the back table. She was a little disappointed. "That's a nice-looking bird," he remarked as she unloaded a pheasant from her bag.

Katniss cocked an eyebrow at him. Yes, Peeta was handsome as they come, but was he asking her to talk to him, a Peacekeeper, about her hunting, which the Capitol most certainly regarded as poaching?

"Don't worry," Peeta pushed his now-empty bowl across the counter and wiped his mouth. "I wouldn't shoot myself in the foot that way, so to speak. Enjoying the fruits of your labor too much. That's just. Really impressive."

She tipped her chin up, meeting his eye. Any pretense of flirting pushed back. "Alright then," she said. "Just see that you don't, Peeta Mellark."

He smiled when his name crossed her lips.

After collecting her bowl of the day's stew, Katniss took the stool beside him. They didn't speak much, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable.

KPKPKPKPKP

On a warmer afternoon a week or so later, Katniss was stepping through the scraggly brush leading up to the back entrance of the Hob when Peeta, after glancing around, stepped out one of the rear doors, shoving his face shield up before reaching her side.

His expression made her frown in confusion. "What's going on?" she asked, tugging on the strap of her bag protectively.

"You can't be here today," he murmurred, tugging on her arm, giving her no chance to broker an argument. He touched her lower back when she resisted and herded her toward the Seam road.

Katniss stared at him in disbelief as they moved, the thoughts inside her head clacking like a sack of coal instead of connecting into coherent thoughts.

"New Head' Keeper," Peeta explained. "This one is bad news. He doesn't let things go like Cray did." He stopped once they were effectively camouflaged behind an oak tree and dropped his hand from her side, stepping back to put a respectful distance between them.

She appreciated his manners but missed his touch immediately. She wouldn't mind a little handsiness from him. Then again, he wouldn't be the respectful man she knew. He'd never even glanced at her ass after the first time.

"Thank you, I guess. Now I owe you one," Katniss told him, hastily shrugging off her jacket and snugging her game bag against her side before sliding the coat back on while Peeta glanced around, making sure they were still alone.

She should be able to get home unnoticed with her bag hidden that way. But that was just the start of her problems.

She sighed. She'd have to think of another way to trade until the heat was off. If the heat ever would be off. She'd only known one Head' Keeper her whole life. She didn't imagine it was a position in the corps that opened up often.

Peeta quietly laughed at her disgruntled attitude. "No, nothing owed," he insisted when she scowled at him. "I just wouldn't want to see anything happen to you, that's all."

Katniss caught his eye before looking away and nodding. "Just the kindness of your heart, then," she said softly, heart fluttering in her throat.

"Something like that," he murmurred.

KPKPKPKPKPKPKP

"This way," Katniss hissed, tugging Peeta's hand to get him going as Peacekeepers raced past his inert form to escape the blaze gnawing its way across the rooftops. Hundreds were flooding out the gates away from the fire. The district was on fire.

Katniss couldn't leave Peeta behind even if she couldn't budge his big dumb ass, not after risking her life just to get to the barracks and warn him. At least her mother and Prim were going to the lake with Gale; she trusted her friend to get them safely in the woods.

Peeta had gone mute in horror and shock at the sight of the destruction, frozen to his spot like that thick layer of ice that sealed in the lake in deep winter, locked in place until spring thaw. Theoretically, Katniss thought, because he was a horse of a man and she couldn't do it herself, he could be forcibly moved, but it would require much more strength than even she had.

Twelve blazed, the hungry fire sweeping through the district, devouring every structure in the Seam and Town. The fire had started in the Hob, flames engulfing the coal-soaked warehouse like dry leaves in a burn barrel, and a stiff wind coming down from the mountainside kept the fire in perpetual motion, allowing it to consume everything in sight.

In desperation, because the heat of the flames was growing stronger at her back, Katniss stood on her toes and grasped Peeta's face, forcing him down to her. She kissed him; it was hard and insistent and inexperienced. His lips were soft, cold, and unresponsive.

Kissing him had probably been a stupid move, but it roused him from his stupor. When Katniss opened her eyes, Peeta stared at her, wide-eyed in stupefaction. He was breathing heavily. She was breathing heavily, too, her heart skipping a panicked rhythm for all sorts of reasons she had no time to separate into neat, labeled boxes. "Peeta, we have to go. You need to come with me. It's not safe here."

"Huh? Yeah. Yeah, okay," he said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Everything is just gone."

Katniss squeezed his hands and then gave them a light tug. "Don't be sorry. Just move. We don't have much time."

Part 1 of 2

What's this? Katniss and Peeta are thrust together by a joint need for survival? Whatever shall they do? ;)

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short-black-diamond · 1 year ago

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I HAVE IDEAS FOR SHES A PRO PART 5 !!

Imagine they had a break so they went to a mall w Yena to see what she's into right??

( Cuz they're all DOWN BAD for her )

And Yena knows they r😘

SO!! She decides to tease them w a somewhat revealing fit🤭

IMAGINE :

Corset type of top

Hair down to flex ✨

Tight jean shorts around upper thigh

Thigh high socks or stockings?

WITH PLATFORM BOOTS💋

(MAYBE A LETTER JACKET?? 👀)

Her thighs be looking THICC

( isagi w the thigh fetish😱😍)

After that, the boys can't keep their eyes off of her, they also cant keep it in their pa-

Yena obvi teases them calling them a perv and (MAYBE??) get kaiser and ness to pay for her stuff (CUZ THEIR RICH🤑) and they do it because

Yena : 😘😚

Everyone : 🙏😋🧎🧎‍♂️

You can add wtv else u want!! :))

AYO YEASSSSSSSSSS THIS IS WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT

MAKE IT GOOOOOOOOOTHHHHHH💀💀

Is it okay if I try to bring an OC into this? it's a boy btw

However, I'd like for yena to not know that the bois are simping for her, so I will build up the tension and then let her find out!! Also I don't want Kaiser to pay for her stuff because she kicked him-she kicked ness too but he forgave her, you know? So I'd rather have Reo pay for her or she pays herself because Yena (you are) is a strong independent woman.

I DID NOT PROOFREAD

warnings/summary: you and teieri become besties, has Nagi a foot fetish?, jelly Rin, slurssss, you a bad bitch, soft/angst moments with kunigami, otoya whimpers and you have butterflies in your tummy from that, you meet kiyora, kurona and niko for the first time

Word count: 6.6k words wtf..

Just a quick and gentle reminder that everything I write is in headcannons and good fun, and if it bothers anybody, then they should stop reading this series.

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"Yo, she's a pro." ...part five

part one, part two, part three, part four

You had tears flowing down your eyes, but you were also smiling with a blush. you loved seeing Rin smile, it just made your worst days more precious. you sighed as you closed Rin's door and made your wy to your dorm.

You were just rounding the corner when you nearly bumped into Teieri. She was just about to speak to you, so it was a good thing you two met. "Ah, yena, I just wanted to speak to you!", she said in a cheery tone, though you took a few steps back with a frown.

and...were you trembling...?

She flinched before she waved her hands around. "N-no! It's nothing bad this time, Yena! Please calm down! I just wanted to tell you that you'll be able to go and have some free time now. The weekend is free, so you can do whatever you like on saturday and sunday!", she exclaimed in a rush, not wanting the only other female in this facility to be scared of her.

you sighed in relief. "Thank you, ma'am. And will you have some free time too? I guess not...", you mumbled, feeling bad for the manager. she only shook her head wiht a smile. "It's all good, really-" "I heard there's a discount on the women's articles this weekend...", you interrupted her.

She pressed her lips together with a frown. "If you want to, I could look at some stuff for you. What is your style, teieri?", you asked politely. you felt bad for the woman and buying her something she liked would for sure come in sweet.

"w-well, I really like cute stuff and all...", she started, but you only raised your hand. "Cute stuff, got it. Let me surprise you.", you then said with a ghost of a smile before you retreated. She huffed in amusement at you.

"Oh, and yena?" "Yea?"

teieri smiled at you. "You know that you're holding the boys in a chokehold, right?", to which you turned to her completely.

"Hah?"

She giggled. "Yena, none of these players had shown this much enthusiasm and motivation to train until you came, you know? I think most of them got a crush on you~", she mused and poked your sides.

You squirmed with a blush. "N-no way that's true...", you wheezed as she started to tickle you. "Oh yes, Reo, Nagi, Rin, Bachira, Isagi, and all the other boys you've interacted with!" Anri was truly the mother you wished you had.

you may not look like it, but you were just the sweetest thing on earth...even if you kicked ness and kaiser in the groins and absolutely bruised Otoya up by shredding him with a ball.

She only shook her head with a fond smile before she went, you'd tell the others anyway.

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"SHOPPING SPREE!!!", everyone cheered. more like reo, accompanied by Nagi who said it more sleepily and you in a monotone voice. rin only raised his fist. you were there with Reo, Nagi, and Rin. Bachira texted you that he was already checking out a store with Isagi, so it was just you four for now.

And, well, as you were strolling through the first few stores, disconnected from the outside world as your focus was directed towards a top which you were admiring... the boys only looked around sheepishly and blushing. They were all following after you like lost puppies, not wanting to part from you.

And now back to the top, it wasn't any type of top either. It was a dark green corset, with black embroidments and dark silver bones to uphold the form.

You were blushing at the piece. Something about this corset was just...so...etheral, so old-fashioned and pretty. you truly loved the victorian age and gothic aesthetic...and when they meshed...an impulse-buying Yena got born.

"This looks ravish...", you breathed as your eyes were wide, and you stood there for a moment before you quickly took all the other corsets you found and weren't similar to the ones you already had.

you felt like you were in paradise. You were glad that you came here early. you were glad that this shop was still nameless. you were glad that-

"Mind if I hold that for you?", Reo asked softly, tearing you out of your onslaught of praise to...no one. You blinked a few times before you dumped your items on him and went to the shorts section. you were too engrossed in what you were doing that you didn't even notice Isagi and Bachira come into the shop as well.

Rin's eye twitched when he saw Bachira's grin and Isagi's smile, both blushing when they saw Yena at the pants section. "what are you guys doing here?", the dark haired boy asked in a mean tone as he watched the two with a disgusted face.

Isagi and Bachira only frowned at him. "Yena invited us!", Bachira cheered before he slung his arm around Isagi's neck with a grin.

Rin groaned internally. you were a sly witch, he had to give you that. Wanna know how you managed to get him to go shopping? Chat:

Rin - Morning, Yena. You - Hey Rin. Wanna go out? Rin - (5 min later) In what way...? You - What do you mean what way, if you don't wanna hang out just say it damn😒 Rin - Well I'd like to know if it's Rin - Just the two of us You - WE CAN MAKE IT IF WE TRY~ JUST THE TWO OF US Rin - Or where we are going (WE CAN MAKE IT IF WE TRY~ JUST THE TWO OF US) ↳ Rin - Really? You - What that song slaps harder than you can score a goal👆🏻(middle finger*) Rin - ...ok You - also ye, we're going to that mall if you're ok with that. I need new clothes... Rin - ok, let's go.

Never in his life would he have thought that you meant only the first fifteen minutes alone with him, because right after the fifteenth minute ended, Nagi and Reo rounded the corner and he was surrounded by other boys who were crushing on you. And it also helped even less when Bachira and Isagi came.

He started to hate Bachira when he saw how you and Bachira were dancing with each other the day prior. Rin never danced with you, even though he was your childhood friend and knew that you did ballroom dancing before you turned into a soccer protégé. However, he knew your clothing style best out of all the males around you.

He was your childhood friend, after all. So, he made it his mission to look at other stuff you'd like, and he stumbled upon the jacket section. He rememberd vaguely that you once mentioned of wanting to have a leather jacket because you liked biker dudes and wanted to impress them (he started taking motorcycle riding sessions), which is why he looked at the one which would suit you the best.

Nagi watched as you were checking out some shorts when he caught sight of a white one. "How about this?" "ew, I don't like white, Nagi."

Cue him looking at you with a hurt expression. "...what?"

You looked at him with a raised brow, confused to his reaction. Then it dawned to you.

nagi had white hair.

"NO! No Nagi, not like that! You have great hair!", you exclaimed and shook his shoulders, trying to convince him.

He still pouted as he averted his eyes. You could make out the blush on his cheeks though. you remembered how he sometimes turned red when he was angry. "hey....Nagi, you're not mad at me, right?", you asked softly, genuinly feeling bad now.

"'m not mad...", he spoke quietly before taking the white shorts. "I still want you to try them out though. I want you to have a white outfit. Please.", he pouted.

You sighed deeply before you nodded. "Alright...make me a pastel goth.", and he quickly went away to pick you light coloured clothes, with you deadpanning at him.

Reo shook his head in amusement before he got another pair of shorts. Isagi stood next to him, looking through some skull shirts. "They're pretty cool...!", the blue eyed boy gushed, holding one up in the air. You turned around.

"Mhm, that would suit you, actually...", you said, a finger on your chin in thought as you took a step back after you took the shirt from his hands and held it in front of his torso, getting an image of him wearing it. You were having a serious expression on your face as you frowned at him and the shirt.

"Yeah, along with some eyeliner and a few rings on your fingers and earrings, you'd make a good goth.", you said before handing him back the shirt. "try it on later, alright?", and with that last question, you went away with Reo following you. Isagi held the shirt close to him with a precious grin and blush at your words.

You let your eyes wander through the shop before you found what you wanted. Thigh highs with boots right next to it. Perfect.

You went to the aisle with determined steps, but a voice caught your ears. "Yena?", Ness' voice asked and you turned to the boy. "Oh Ness, hi."

(everyone forgot to put away the earpieces, so everyone could understand each other, but not that you needed earpieces because you could speak japanese and german.)

Ness blushed a little when he saw your street outfit. As it was getting rather warm at the moment, you simply decided for a gown with a long vest and converse shoes, your hair put in a high pony. You didn't really look like a goth at the moment, but you were shopping, so maybe he could see what you'd wear on any other day?

At Blue Lock, you also wore a uniform, and that pastel pink dress (once) or your pijamas.

"You guys shopping as well?", Bachira asked with a grin and a red cheeked Isagi followed before frowning at Kaiser, who also came.

"Yeah...thought we'd check out some stores...", Kaiser answered, having a stare-off with Isagi. You were gone to let the boys attend to their meet.

'Whoah...look at the pattern! And the boots are to die for!!!', you thought as you glared at the thigh highs and boots you fetched quickly. 'Okay, now only changing the clothes to see if they fit and quickly before Nagi-' "Okay, I have everything.", you heard Nagi's calm voice.

You huffed under your breath. you really didn't want to wear something light, but if it was for Nagi's sake...

"Okay, I'll change. Gimme."

...

"Yena, please come out now.", Nagi spoke loudly, with Kaiser and Ness sitting next to Reo, Nagi and Bachira. "Why are you guys still here??", Rin asked after he came back with the (in his eyes) perfect leather jacket for you.

He saw Ness and Kaiser talk to the others and got a vague idea on their personalities, and he especially kept an eye on Kaiser. However, he was also looking out for Ness, who fidgeted with his hands and also looked down at them nervously.

"U-Um there was a snack shop Yena's been mentioning, and there were...um..."

"Penis waffles!", you yelled, opening the curtains violently as you looked at Ness with an excited grin. His mouth stood open and trembled as the german looked at you with a flustered and red face. you had white clothes from head to toe, and some strands adorned your face which fell down when you put on the shirt and thin vest.

you wore a tight white top, a white vest which went down to your knees, and a pretty white shirt, along with white thigh highs and also white high heels. You were surprised how fast Nagi purchased these items. Wait, he bought them...

"Nagi, did you already buy them?! Ah- HEY, STOP TAKING PICS OF ME!!!", you yelled in embarassment as you threw your high heel at Nagi. He caught it and then he examined the shoe. "Your feet are very small."

"Do you have a foot fetish or what."

nagi stared at you. You just closed the curtains again and changed your clothes. time for the second set. the better one.

the gothic one.

Nagi stared at the shoe. Reo leaned back. "Nagi...that's too much, even for you.", the purple haired guy spoke softly, and Nagi whipped his head towards him. he had a slight frown, and his face was beet red.

"I don't...", he only said softly.

Reo didn't believe him. Isagi didn't believe him. Bachira didn't believe him. Ness didn't believe him. Kaiser didn't believe him. Rin didn't believe him.

"uh...can somebody come in and help me for a sec?", you spoke as you held the strings to your corset. it had a different way of getting closed, and you didn't want to tear the threads apart.

There was a short moment of silence before you heard shoes shuffle, some voices, grunting and cursing, saying "fuck off!" "I wanna do it!" "I'm her childhood friend, I should do it."

However, all their efforts to come to you came to waste when a taller frame -taller than Nagi- came to view. he was a muscular, handsome and mature looking man. he had fierce black locks which made him look all the more etheral looking, like a greek god, and he stood in front of your curtain. "Yena.", he said in a calm tone. no emotions, just your name.

you flinched before you opened the curtain excitedly. "Victor!? what are you doing here!?", you exclaimed before you pulled him inside. He took care of the corset, pulling together the strings as you babbled away happily, although in another language. However, since everyone still had earpieces on, they could hear every word inside the cabin.

that didn't mean that they were okay with you chatting with a stranger or random dude. Ness's eye twitched and he bit his lip, Kaiser only glared at the boy man who stepped inside the cabin, Reo stared in shock, Nagi frowned slightly, Isagi and Bachira pouted while Rin stared at the guy who dared to come in as well.

they were all jealous of the "Victor" guy. what did he have that they didn't? Sure, he was taller and more muscular than them all, and he actually wore a suit, his blazer/jacket in his hand. And now, he was pulling the strings.

Rin was angry. however, his anger dissipated when you opened the curtains again, and you wore your goth-outfit. The dark corset from earlier having tightened your waist and pushed up your boobs, the black shorts which made your thighs spill out, making Isagi gulp down his oncoming stream of saliva, the thigh highs you wore only spurring his thigh fetish on more and also the black platform boots you wore had that little something which made the guys swoon for you. also, your hair was more disshelved and open, and Victor seemed to have given you a pair of earrings, because instead of the usual black diamond studs, you wore earrings which had a spider dangling from a thin chain on either earstud.

Still, you looked hot and cool at the came time. everyone blushed. However, they all had sour faces when they saw Victor who smirked at them. "Yena, who's this guy actually?", asked Rin.

He was the closest, and glared at Victor. you just tapped Rin's peck. "oi, no glaring. it's Victor. he's my ex.", you said in a nonchalant tone, and Rin, as well as everyone else turned surprised.

"you...had an ex?", asked Reo. you had never mentioned you were dating anybody. Nagi stared at the taller guy. Rin gulped. he never heard of a Victor.

why was there suddenly a Victor?

Bachira and Isagi, as well as Ness and Kaiser were dumbfounded. looking at the reaction of Reo, Nagi and Rin, it seemed like you kept your relationship with the guy a secret.

Victor stepped forth, out of the cabin and turned to you.

"Yena, would you be amenable to a wardrobe alteration? Numerous establishments in this locale await your perusal, and I am eager to explore them with you.", he spoke in a gentle, sophisticated tone, and you nodded before you walked back and closed the curtains.

Victor now stood in front of the curtain as some sort of warrior.

"Allow me to introduce myself as Victor Manchester, who, for a duration of two years, occupied the role of Yena's significant other. Regrettably, I opted to terminate our association before her involvement with Blue Lock ensued.", he said in a monotone voice before his expression turned into a solemn smile.

"I find myself harboring a wish that circumstances had unfolded differently.", he said softly.

"...why did you break up with her then?", Kaiser asked, and everyone else was dying to know.

"I must admit to possessing a rather pronounced inclination towards jealousy, and the prospect of remaining in a relationship with her while observing her amidst the company of other gentlemen proved untenable for my sensibilities. The strain upon my heart would have been insurmountable.", he explained, and he also had a pained expression on his face.

"The divergence in my emotional landscape was negligible when she transitioned into a state of singularity, despite her proximity to you. If anything, witnessing her in the company of your collective presence served to exacerbate the anguish in my heart.", Victor muttered, a slight frown on his face before he closed his eyes and sighed.

Everything about him screamed Yena's type. A calm, smart, mysterious lover, who took care of his body. His most noticable trade-mark must've been his piercing icy-cold, light blue eyes. Victor Manchester was nothing if not perfect. the way he spoke in such a deep and soothing, as well as overly sophisticated tone, or how he raked a hand over his jetblack locks, the slight blush when he spoke about you...Victor was still smitten for you.

These past months must've been hell for him, Reo thought. He really had guts to break up with Yena and destroying his life like that. how could he even just--watch her interact with a few boys like that?

Victor suddenly spoke again.

"May I inquire whether the young gentleman with tangerine-hued hair, by the name of Kunigami, is presently in attendance?"

"uh, no, he is not presently in attendance.", Reo spoke, trying to sound as sophisticated as him. Victor sighed softly before he had on a small smile.

"My apologies for any confusion. As a recent entrant into this milieu, I've been privy to information about Rin, Sae, Nagi, and Reo from Yena. However, my understanding is incomplete, as I am yet to acquaint myself with the other gentlemen in our collective. I would be grateful if you could facilitate introductions to the remaining individuals, as Yena has only shared details about Reo, Nagi, Sae and Rin.", Victor spoke again, and Bachira looked at Isagi.

"did you get a word he said?", Bachira asked, but Isagi only shook his head.

Rin stepped forth this time.

"I am Rin Itoshi, a longstanding confidant from Yena's formative years. Intriguingly, she has never relayed any mention of a figure by the name of Victor Manchester in the course of our discussions.", he said, and the others were surprised by how well mannered Rin spoke.

He stared at Victor, and Victor felt Rin's aura. they seemed to have a stare-off now.

"Indeed, Yena and I, by mutual agreement, maintained a discreet stance regarding our relationship, influenced by my inherent shyness in the presence of unfamiliar faces. Despite this discretion, my sincere desire is to cultivate a deeper understanding of your collective camaraderie, as an assurance that those with whom Yena associates are individuals of admirable character."

Victor then smiled at Rin, who glared at him.

"I can assure you that I am Yena's most trusted friend, but what about you? tell us about yourself. where do you come from? what do you do at the moment? are you at high school or studying? I don't know a damn thing about you and it's giving me the creeps that she'd hang out with somebody I don't even know.", Rin answered, still having his glare set on Victor.

"I hail from Great Britain, currently enrolled in studies at Harvard. My portfolio includes the oversight of several thriving business ventures. A notable aspect of my preferences lies in a genuine affection for biscuits."

Rin narrowed his eyes at Victor, but before Rin could say anything else, you stepped out with the items. "okay, Let me buy them real quick, you guys can go and check out the other stores.", you muttered as you checked if you had everything you needed.

the boys, however, didn't budge. Ness, Kaiser, Isagi, Bachira, Reo, Nagi, Rin and Victor only looked at you. Victor and Rin were the first to take the clothes from you. Reo and Nagi, as well as Kaiser and Ness were the first ones to take out their wallets to pay. Isagi and Bachira just stood there dumbly, not knowing how to please you or confused as to what the others did.

...

"I can pay for myself, you know?", you grumbled as you sat there with your chocolate milk in your hands as you huffed. the four boys were having a big slight argument over who got to pay for you, and they decided to split up the bill.

Bachira and Isagi were seated before you, Rin and Ness on either side of you, and Kaiser next to Ness, with Victor sitting next to kaiser, and reo and nagi between Rin and Bachira. You guys were sitting at a big, round table.

Everyone bought a small thing for themselves, Isagi also bought the shirt you told him would look good on him with a smile and blush. Nagi was content that you didn't give away the white clothes. Victor was stealing glances at you with a blush as you were grumpy. Rin waited for the food. so you guys were all just basically scrolling on your phones and waiting for the food at a restaurant.

"Huh, and here I thought you dissappeared, Victor!", an utterly high pitched voice broke the pleasant silence. You freezed, frowned, and turned to Victor. He looked at you in horror before he turned around.

Rika Shinkamu.

the blonde bitch he slept with.

Victor cheated on you with this japanese pick-me girl. her body screamed Barbie, with blonde hair, blue eyes, a thin body, but it seemed like she went underneath the knife, because she looked like shit. flared up tits, BBL on her butt, and also syrenged lips.

somehow, her body looked unnatural. she looked weird.

"Oh? and if this isn't Yena Hideyo...! wait...did you leave me, your girlfriend, alone to spend time with that slut?!", Rika exclaimed and stomped on her high heel.

Victor glared at Rika. "You're not my girlfriend, stop being so delusional.", he said, and his sophisticated demeanor was gone, instead a cold shoulder apparent.

ness, Kaiser, Isagi and bachira and the others just sat there, cringing at the girl. You sighed and rubbed your temple. They all however, didn't let Rika's comment slide.

Rin's eye twitched when he heard Rika call you a slut, when Rika looked like one, and a real ugly one at that.

"Can somebody please knock out that whore?", Rin asked, but he only stared at Victor, as if silently demanding him to leave with Rika.

"Hah?! The fuck did'ya just say?!", Rika scoffed before she turned to you. "All I'm saying is that Victor fucked me instead of you, which means he likes me more, and you're the one who is surrounded by boys! So, you're a slut! And look at your body, small boobs, eyebags, and your hair is sooo uncharismatic!", she exclaimed in a sassy tone before she whipped her blonde hair back and looked you up and down.

Victor stood up abruptly. You huffed in amusement. "I'm not going to argue with a person who had to undergo surgery for her body to look like mine.", you stated, and Rika glared at you.

But, you were not finished. "also, these guys are my friends, and I wasn't a whore or slut before I settled down with Victor, unlike some pathetic and poor excuse of a woman.", you said, and looked back to your phone.

everyone was silent after that. It was true what you said though. Rika has been hopping from male to male before she 'settled down' at Victor. Victor himself stood up and sighed.

"I'm sorry for ruining your day, I will leave now.", he said before he quickly went away, with Rika following after him, telling him to wait with tears in her eyes, her high heels being too much for her to actually go after him.

"that was...cringe.", Kaiser spoke, and you all agreed. Reo and Nagi, as well as Rin looked at you with either betrayal, concern, or both.

"What was that girl's deal, anyways? Starting a fight with you all of a sudden?", Ness asked as he pouted. you just sipped some more on your chocolate milk before the waitress came and served you guys your food.

"Long story short, I've been dating Victor for two years, but he cheated on me because he didn't really like me, and the person he cheated on was that blonde Rika. it seemed like they broke up, but Rika is just---delulu delusional and thinks Victor still likes her? she should go and seek therapy.", you muttered before you bit into your food.

Bachira huffed. "that's still no reason of her to call you these insults." "but Yena told Rika off good!", Isagi exclaimed after Bachira's words, and everyone agreed and you smiled softly. "thanks, guys."

"she looked like a fricking character from those old movies where the women look so weird...", Reo spoke with a frown, and again, everyone agreed, and laughed as well.

Rin then looked at you before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "please don't let anything get to you, Yena. you're the prettiest girl in the world.", he said quietly, and you blushed a bit. "thank you, rin.", you said back softly with a smile.

RIn nodded before he kept eating.

...

after everyone was done, and Kaiser and Ness bid their goodbyes, Bachira and Isagi had to leave too after a while to hang out with the others, and it was now only you, Rin, Reo and Nagi.

They all froze in place when you walked into a pink shop, with pink and cute accesoires. they blinked before they looked at each other with panicked expressions.

"Did she just--" (Reo)

"huh-" (Nagi)

"Y-yena!?" (Rin)

Yeah, they were all concerned. All three boys walked in after you, very concerned looks. Rin and reo took either side of your shoulder and pulled you back.

"quick, let's get her to the hospital!"

"Dial 911!!!"

"guys...it's for Teieri.", you spoke up with a huff. Rin and Reo let go of you, and Nagi forgot about his mission to take you out of the cutecore store as he looked at cute keychains.

"...cute..", the albino haired boy muttered. Nagi was at the other end of the store as you three were in front of the entrance.

"oh, sorry.", Rin coughed with a blush and took a step back to give you some space.

"but it really scared us when you went into the shop.", Reo exclaimed softly and with an apologetic smile.

you just shook your head. "it's alright, really. now I really wanna buy something super cute for Teieri..."

"I'll help you!", Rin and Reo spoke at the same time a determined expression on their faces.

You looked at them for a moment. They haven't really bought a lot of stuff, and you shook your head. "c'mon guys, go buy yourselfves something."

Nagi then came with one of the super cute keychains. "is it okay if I have this keychain? it looks...cute...", he mumbled with a small blush as he looked down on it at his hand.

Reo and Rin snorted, and you did too. "Of course, Nagi."

Reo and rin then left the store, and Nagi kept browsing through the aisles. you hummed in thought as you looked at the variety of goods.

'hmm...what would Teieri like...? I think I'll get a...a sweet notebook...with a cute pen...maybe an adorable pencil case? Hm!...and a few t-shirts would be nice too for her...oh, some of them have flowers...huh, it's actually good...I think I'll get her an M size...because of her...ahem...chest...', you thought with a blush as you put many products into a shopping bag.

Nagi appeared again. "I think this one looks better...no, this one...maybe the first one...? uh..such a hassle...Yena, help.", he spoke in his monotone voice and pouted.

you looked at the keychains. one was black and the other one white. "would you like to have one? you don't have a keychain yet..."

"huh, you're right actually...okay, I'll have the black one. and I think I'm done buying stuff for Teieri.", you muttered as you looked at the full bag with cute stuff.

nagi nodded and took the bag from your grip. "what are you doing?" "Don't want you to carry it. it's heavy...a heavy hassle..."

You only rolled your eyes playfully before you pai- no. Nagi paid.

you only shook your head.

...

"wha....wha...!? Wha-!?!!", Teieri exclaimed when you were over at her room as some sort of girl's night and smirked proudly when she looked at the different items with an excited expression.

She fell in love with each thing you bought. Pens, pencils, pencil sharpener, sweet jewellery, clothes, hair pins, an adorable hairbrush, a few plushies, you bought it all. anri cooed at everything.

"waaaaa! Thank you, Yena!", she exclaimed happily before she hugged you tight. you grunted before you hugged her back softly. "It's the least I could do, Teieri."

she took all the shirts and went to her cabin. "I-I'll put it on and show you, okay!?", she yelled in excitement and you threw a thumbs up.

You were scrolling on your phone as she changed and raised your brow. 'a message from Ego...one month left at blue lock...oh...', you thought as you read through his message. so you could only go to france, england and italy, because currently, you were slowly finishing it with spain, and you were at bastard münchen already.

thirty days. ten days with each team. then you're gone...unless...?

Victor said he had some businesses, and some of them included football. 'wait...he wouldn't, would he?', you frowned, but your train of thoughts vanished when Teieri jumped out of her walkable wardrobe to show you the t-shirt you bought for her.

"what do you think!? Super cute, right?!", she exclaimed with a blush and a huge smile. you smiled back at her softly. "yes, super cute."

you liked the fact that even grown-ups felt safe enough to act childish around you, and you huffed in amusement when anri hopped back into the changing cabinet to put on another shirt.

today was a sweet girl's night.

...

"Nine months, huh?", Kunigami muttered after you answered his question on how you became so good at football, and you explained it to him in the same way you did to barou. you and Kunigami were sitting together in the cafeteria and were now on your way back to the halls. you two would have to say goodbye to each other soon.

"yep, but there were also other games I played, nine months, however, was my absolute fave.", you said calmly before you looked at him.

'damn he's so fucking hot...' "what did you do this weekend, actually?", you asked. you were a bit down when he had rejected your offer to go to the mall with him, as he was the first person you asked. (you wanted it to become a date.) he said no and you went with Reo, nagi and the others instead.

"I spent some time with my family...I...I hope you bought some nice stuff for yourself?", he asked in a shy tone and blushed when he thought back about you wearing that pink outfit.

"yeah, I did actually. it was really fun at saturday, I wish you came."

Kunigami averted his eyes with a red face now. "N-next time..."

You blushed more. "...promise?" You asked gently and softly. Kunigami blinked a few times, looking to the ground as he did so, and nodded only.

You were celebrating in your head as you smiled at him. "I'm already looking forward to it."

Suddenly, Victor came to view as he bid Ego farewell. you locked eyes with him, and he smiled. "Ye-", he stopped when he saw Kunigami. He stared at him.

Kunigami raised his brow.

You frowned at Victor, not really wanting to see him at the moment. "Come on, Kunigami, let's go somewhere else.", you muttered and walked into the other direction. Victor, however, wanted to talk to you.

"w-wait, Yena! Please, let us speak for a moment!", Victor said urgently, as he took his steps to your direction. you sighed before you looked at Kunigami. "could you leave us alone for a moment?"

Kunigami switched his gaze between you and the stranger, then he huffed. "sure..", he mumbled and left.

"I'm sorry that I took your time away from...him...", Victor muttered, as he glared at the orange haired wild card's retreating form.

"Is it about saturday?", you asked with a raised brow.

"Yes, I-I'm sorry about what happened...Rika...she stalks me...", he sighed. Sucks for him.

"is this the only reason?"

"No, I...I wanted to ask you if we could be together again."

you just looked at him with a blank face, before you laughed your ass off. "AHAAHAH...HAUhahahahahahahajdwjjah.." and you kept chuckling for a bit.

Victor looked at you awkwardly, and with a hurt expression.

"no.", you said, and turned around to leave.

And...well...Victor...he...

he made the mistake of touching you without your consent.

the moment you felt his "soft" grip on your wrist, you gave him a roundhouse kick to the cheek, and he got kicked to the side. you glared at him.

"how dare you touch me without my consent? how dare you come back again after we resolved this peacefully, ah!?", you seethed angrily, as you looked down at Victor who held his cheek, looking up at you in fear.

"I'm not going to be together with you again, ever. now get the hell outta here.", you growled, and walked away.

still, Victor was persistent. "L-look, I'm sorry Yena. I'm sorry for having had intercourse with Rika when I was together with you. I'm sorry for having taken you for granted. Please, just give me one more chance..!"

you only scoffed. "you think I want you after you were inside another woman? you think I want to get back to a guy who didn't want me at first? keep on dreamin', bitch."

and with that, you left. you weren't in the mood for that, even less considering getting back together with him. Victor didn't follow you this time. you were glad.

Kunigami was waiting around the corner, his eyes closed. you blushed. "god he's pretty..."

oop-

Kunigami opened his eyes as he looked at you and blushed. "thank y-you...", he muttered and looked to the side sheepishly.

you were frozen. 'did I...did I just say that out loud...I did...'

"ah- s-sorry, it just slipped out-" "I-it's okay, I enjoyed the compliment, really! Y-you're pretty too!"

you two looked to the ground with red faces, being complimented by each other, and giddy smiles.

[get a room for fuck's sake...]

"so...you will leave in a month...did I get it right?", kunigami spoke softly after a while, and you two leaned against opposite walls on the hallway.

"yeah...", you answered, feeling sad.

kunigami sighed before he stood straight and walked towards you. you looked up at him, confused as to why he was walking to you.

he was blushing. even his ears were red.

"Yena, I li-" "Yena! Yena come quick, you've gotta see that!", Oliver exclaimed, having appeared from nowhere.

liver would've pulled you by the wrist, but then he remembered how you were, and he also saw you beat that guy.

Oliver held a save distance from you.

you frowned. "why should I?"

"Otoya has made a cool ninja trick but ended up hurting his nuts, now come on!", oliver yelled with a mischievous, but also childlike grin. Kunigami was glaring at Oliver.

"heh, serves him right. Kunigami, what did you want to tell me though? you "li-"?", you asked as you looked up to him.

Oliver scowled.

Kunigami averted his eyes in embarassment. "ah..i-it's not that important."

Oliver smirked. "alright, let's go then!!"

'I thought he wanted to confess...how stupid of me...he must already have a girlfriend waiting for him..', you thought, and walked away with Oliver.

once you two rounded the corner, Kunigami slid down the wall, his head looking up, and he covered his eyes. "why did I chicken out...? was it because of Oliver...?....fuck..."

...

you were wheezing.

ringing for air.

otoya was laying on the side as he curled up in a fetus position, both his hands on his crotch.

"y--you...huhehuehheuheehueheue...y-you...oh go-ho-hoooood...!", you wheezed as you pointed around in his dorm. Karasu and Oliver were chuckling at Otoya, and Yukimiya was still training.

otoya had made the mistake of wanting to do a backflip on a chair, and hi nuts collided against it's back when he landed.

"that's what you get for being such a dumbass, moron."

"shut the...fuck...up, karasu...oww...", he whimpered.

something stirred inside you. ()

oh yeah.

you were crazy for whimpering boys. you looked down on Otoya.

"Otoya, let me help you.", you said in a serious tone. he looked up at you through teary eyes. "Really?", he mumbled softly.

you were an angel in his eyes right now. 'maybe she'll massage them...hehe..'

never in his life would Otoya have thought that you'd kick his nuts. He was moaning, and mewling in pain, and curled up even tighter. he was now crying and whimpering on the ground.

Karasu and Oliver laughed more.

"this is for the sauna incident.", you lied. you just wanted to hear more of his whimpers. he had a good whimpering noise.

you looked at Oliver and Karasu, and both stopped laughing, holding their crotches. "We're sorry" "We're very sorry", they said.

you walked out of the dorm with a satisfied hum.

Then you encountered Kurona, Kiyora, and Niko. the cutest boys of blue lock until now. you didn't meet anybody else yet. "hellyu."

"hello, Yena." "Hi." "..."

ah yes, Niko Ikki was the shyest of those three. so cute.

"is everything okay with you guys? are you about to train or.."

"train, train.", Kurona spoke. Kiyora looked at you, having a small blush on his cheeks. "please train with us...", and niko nods with a heavier blush.

'huhgewfjwifjiejiofjqiowjfijiwofjo THEY'RE SO CUTE WHAT THE FUCK THANK YOU GOD FEIFJJFIWJIFI', you thought with a blank face, and nodded. "sure, let's go."

They were decent and humble players. Kiyora jin put up a respectable match, kurona was a great teamplayer, and Niko was also great with his vision. they all were.

you praised the hell outta them.

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jeowefowfowp sorry guys I'm such a simp lol

@meryqi, thought I should tag you, love :}

guys if you want another part please tell me, or more interactions ejifiwjfiejwifjwi

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fanficgirly18 · 1 year ago

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Masky x Female Chubby Reader| Part 1

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"She might just be a self conscious girl."

"You weren't watching her 24/7- you frowning prick."

"You get to watch a pretty girl's every move- oh the hassle."

"Fuck off."

You could hear two voices. Voices that caused vibrations and vibrations that caused feeling. A terrible aching came crashing upon you- similar to when you have done exercise in the past.

Your eyes shot open. Your limbs were restricted. Plastic shackles squeezed your thicc wrists and ankles cutting off your circulation, and were tied to the metal arms of a metal chair. The metal was cold. You were in some form of a interrogation room. Unlike the movies it looked like shit. The floors were covered in blood stains and vomit stains.

"Tell me why we should keep her alive."

There were two figures across this room.

Under the dim light you could see they were both wearing yellow attire. One was wearing a hoodie and a frowning mask and the other a feminine mask and jacket. You could tell from their figures they were male. The hooded one had his arms crossed his chest.

"What is she worth to us?" he asked.

"She knows where it is."

The masked one snarled. The hooded one let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah- she also knows how to ease drop," he said aloud.

His head angled in your direction. The other mimicked that action and from beneath his pale mask his dark eyes pierced into your vulnerable form.

You then noticed the crowbar in his gloved hands. It speckled with red and looked rusty. Maybe you missed a beat in your heart or you let out a frightened sound.

Maybe you were dead silent.

He took a step forward. His movements were as continuous as water and you heard each step vibrate through the room.

He was now right before you and towered over you.

"Where's the box?" he asked. There was something in his tone that told you if you didn't answer him soon he'd lose it. Maybe you just kept looking at him, trying not to show your fear. Or maybe you tried to avert eye contact.

SLAM.

Sideways his crowbar collided under the armrests of your chair, pressing into your belly.

"Where is the fucking box?"

Maybe you screamed or maybe you stared at him wide eyed.

"She just woke up," said the other man, quickly approaching the two of you, "Give her a break- you already beat the shit out of her."

The masked guy looked back at him before looking back at you with twice the amount of fury.

"She. Knows. Where. Slender's. Box. Is."

"How can you be sure," the hooded guy said, now standing right by his side, "Besides the fact that your a know it all."

You felt the pressure of the crowbar leave your stomach and you saw it swing. You squeezed your eyes, thinking it was going to hit you but no. Instead it was aimed at the hooded guy.

"SAY THAT AGAIN."

His blow was dodged with ease. The hooded guy dodged it and laughed.

This made the masked guy angrier and caused him to swing again. He swung it so close that as it came back to his side the top nearly nicked your cheek. The frowning masked one (who was apparently snickering) had to duck, falling into a crouch. He swiftly sprang up, went around your metal chair and behind you and his gloved hands rested on your shoulders. He was using you as a shield.

The masked guy glowered at him.

You heard the hooded one's quiet chuckle and you felt his breath on your neck.

"According to Slender if she does know anything then she's useful," he said.

The fingers released your shoulders and he walked around your chair to a nearby door. A exit.

"If she doesn't...."

He turned, walking backward to the door and made a gun to the head gesture- a gesture of blowing out someone's brains.

"Get out of here," snarled the masked one, not looking back at him. You could see the rage wanting to explode from beneath his mask.

The hooded one laughed, his voice bouncing off the walls. You heard his snickers even as the door closed behind him. There was silence.

Maybe you felt like crying or you felt numb.

Would you die?

The masked man fingered his crowbar before his eyes looked at you through his mask holes.

"You need to tell me."

His stare was so intense.

Okay. Okay.

He wanted to know where a box was. Slender's box. Maybe you've heard of the Slender folktale. Or maybe you haven't. Either way this caused you to feel distressed. Where would you find a box?

Clatter.

The masked guy dropped his crowbar.

He reached and his gloved hands- rested on the sides of your arm rests, brushing your chubby arms. The masked guy leaned forward. Maybe out of instinct you tried to lean back- but you couldn't.

He kept looking at you. His breath managed to escape his mask and touch your face.

"Can't you take a hint, princess."

You could see his eyes were filled with irritation but also a slight nervous look.

"You need to pretend you know where that box is. Unless you want to die."

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There will be a sequel.

#masky #tim wright #hoodie #creepypasta #slenderverse #creepypasta fanfic #fanfic #slenderman proxy #slenderman #fanfiction #brian thomas #canon x reader #masky x reader #masky x you #chubby reader #chubby

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bellarosethefangirl · 2 years ago

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"Valentine's Surprise" (Atem x Chubby Reader)

This was requested by @hevexns-realm thanks so much for the patience. So close to Feburary too! This was so cute and all my thicc queens deserve love.

Taglist:

@noaltbruh @xxmobiumshipperxx @puzzleshipping-princess-1989

Taglist info here if you'd like to be apart of it.

Valentines day is near and you couldn't wait for it to pass any sooner. You've dealt with enough of your classmates picking on you then gossiping after when you defend yourself. Rumors flew by and your reputation sunk along with them. They were no doubt started by those who's actions you didn't stand for. Before you knew it you've been known around school for being rude and chubby. You didn't pay them any mind since you knew the truth would come eventually. You'd be sure to speak the truth as well.

You can ignore their words and actions but it didn't make you feel any less saddened. Words do hurt and you're human. You felt yourself walking to your locker with an upset expression. Upon opening your locker you see two beautiful pink-white roses and a bunny plush. A smile blooms across your lovely features as you take the fluffy bunny plush into your arms.

You smell the roses wondering who would give you such a wonderful surprise. You look around and don’t see anyone, so you take the bunny and the roses and walk off home. The walk didn't feel as long today since you looked forward to the next. Would the person reveal themselves to you or leave you a note next? You're not sure what to expect with Valentine's being a week away.

The next school day your day is mediocre and you don't have much to look forward to. After school you're greeted by another surprise from your secret admirer. This time your locker has a heart shaped box of chocolates. It's small but the packaging is very adorable. You place it in your bag for later. Your curiosity got the better of you and you think about who could possibly be leaving these gifts for you. It would be on your mind the entire way back home and for the rest of the week for that matter.

The rest of the week you received various gifts. From flowers to plushies until Friday. You were let out early and decided to use the restroom. On the way there you noticed someone in front of your locker. You recognized him all too well. It was Atem and he was sneaking a necklace and some red roses. He's in a couple of your classes. He's a big name on campus for holding the title as king of games in the dueling community.

“So you’re the one doing all this, huh?” You say, standing behind him.

He faces you with a confident smile. His red eyes hold admiration and affection for you. You notice in his hands he not only holds a bunny necklace but a Tiffany's bunny charm bracelet as well.

"I think you're very beautiful and I desired to make you feel special on Valentines week at school." He gives you the bunny necklace and charm bracelet.

"Thank you.." You're somewhat speechless since you're so used to not being liked at school.

"I would like to take you on a small picnic. If you'd like."

His red eyes are glowing the same color as his cheeks at this point. He looks so cute and his handsome smile makes your heart swell. You smile, clearly flattered but you frown. It will be windy and rain soon. You also have a lot of homework.

"I'm sorry Atem but the weather wouldn't be suitable for a picnic and I have a lot of homework. Maybe we could go on a date some other time?" You respond hopefully.

You're given a kind nod from him. He wasn't disappointed in the least. Almost as if he knew what your answer would be. He kisses your hand before bidding you a good day.

You made it home before it became too windy. You're thankful to be home since it was dark and cloudy out. In your room you noticed someone seated at your balcony. It was Atem with a picnic set up for the both of you. Red roses and a big blanket perfect for a picnic. He had a basket with food, you're sure he spent quite a bit of time preparing at home. He would be thankful to Anzu and Shizuka for teaching him.

"How did you do all this so quickly? It's so beautiful. It's perfect." You look around noticing some red heart shaped balloons as well.

Atem looked incredibly amused as he answered your questions. He mentioned his friends giving him a ride and being good wingmen. You chuckle taking a seat beside him. He places his hand over your own. Going over your Japanese you remember some words that can be best used in this moment.

"Itoshi teru." (I love you) You boldly said with a sweet smile. You were hoping for a flustered response but he quickly replied in Japanese as well.

"Usagi mo daisukidesu." (I love you too, bunny)

His smile mimicked your own. You two went on to enjoy the lovely little at home date. You both ended up cuddling and watching the sun set over the city. His arm was affectionately wrapped around your cutely chubby frame. It was the best Valentines you could ever ask for.

#atem x reader #atem x you #female reader #requested #yami yugi x reader #valentine’s fic

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plaindangan · 1 year ago

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a very bored and very horny miu and kaede watch very lewd porn together for their usual masturbating sessions, and stumbles upon a 5 hours long video of their good friend tsumugi the ultimate geeky nerd having Paid LUDICROUS amount of money to hire 2 ultra thicc and hot (only rivaled by the original) sluts that look veeeeeery close to the 2 blondes, before the bluenette fuck them so much the 3 girls look like sex is the only thing their minds can comprehend. How do they react~ ?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

"L-look at this shit! Hah! 'Futa Nerd fuck brainy bimbos silly'?' Fuckin' Hell sounds like shit Tsumuggy watches!!"

"H-hey, be nice, M-miu!...Though I am curious." It was something both girls had been participating in for a while. A mutual masturbation session, with both laying in bed, getting themselves off to raunch videos. Both were pervs, albeit Miu was a bigger one, and it just so happened that rubbing themselves next to each other was a shared kink - so it was really just both trying to help each other out!

After a stressful week, they just want to kick back and enjoy some cheesy porno's for a bit and they'd thought they had the answer with this one...

Just neither expected what they saw next. On screen was a busty blonde actress in a set of pink overalls that could barely cover her set of, likely, silicon filled tits. She had a punkish look and was walking about a rather familiar dressing room like area. With an irritated look, she stuck her head out of the room.

"Hey! Kay-slow-ye! Hurry your ass up! It's bad enough that geek is late, its even worse with you two - flytits!!" Entering the room with an annoyed frown was a blonde actress wearing a pink, musical themed, fedora on her head and a dark blue dress.

"B-be quiet, Mia!! I'm telling you, my tits are about as big as yours!! Even then, who'd want boobs you cow!!!!" she yelled, causing Mia to shrink back with a whimper.

"D-don't yell at meeeeee!" sighing Kaye looked about the room.

"Though I do wonder where's Sue? She told us to meet her here..."

"Sorry, I'm late ladies~" Both turned around at the door and the Ultimates blondes could see the actresses face turn bright pink. In the doorway, was...Tsumugi?! Even if her hair was dyed brown and done up in a ponytail, even if she had altered her usual uniform to be wearing shorts instead of a long skirt...no matter how you slice it that was Tsumugi Shirogane. The question left to remain on their minds...how and why was she in this porn vid?!

Well, that and and how the Hell was she able to fit that long, girthy, erection in her pants and act natural about it?

"I-I had to arrange for another meeting for later on and free up some space for this one. See...I'm in need of some inspiration..." As she said that, she dropped her shorts to reveal her pre-cum slick cock. "You'll help me get some...right~"

1 Hour: Tsumugi was having her dick sucked by Mia and Kaye like their lives depended on it. Mia was more aggressive and eager, happily deepthroating her shaft noisly. As for Kaye, she was more subtle with her perviness, kissing at Sue's plump balls and tip more often than sucking. Both methods that hit home for the masturbating ladies at home. About halfway through the halfway hour mark, Tsumugi came right on their faces, but it was clear she wasn't done. No, instead, both blonde actresses began to give her a titjob that could make Miu and Kaede's combo a run for their money (though Miu would never settle for defeat by some randos!!. Though as one can expect, after splashing their faces with spunk once more, Tsumugi had decided to switch to incorporate her method of spicing up her bedroom life - cosplaying!!

2 hours: The video cut to a...rather familiar looking school. Kaye was now in an ill-fitting school girl outfit which had a lot of underboob showing and a mini-skirt that barely covered her perky, white thong wearing ass!! As she took a book out of a locker, she looked in surprise as a 'delinquent' was right in front of her. It was Tsumugi wearing bandages over her chest, white mask and a long black skirt that still had a throbbing cock underneath. When Kaye didn't want to fork over her test, Tsumugi decided to 'convince' her the only way she knew how - taking her in the girl's stall and fucking her in a full nelson there until the girl is begging to give everything to Tsumugi in exchange for her spunk!

3 hours: Now it was Mia's turn and she was currently jogging in a pink sports bra and a white pair of shorts - both doing a piss poor job at covering her privates! As Mia stopped to tie her shoes, Tsumugi (in a light blue shirt and black jogging shorts), came up behind her and grabbed her plump booty. Offering the woman some 'new excercise'. An exercise that had Mia under the bleachers, pants down and getting fucked in the ass by a very pent-up Tsumugi.

4. hours: The scene shifted back to class where Kaye and Mia were getting a sex education lesson from Tsumugi dressed as a certain teacher - down to even the blue dress and pink apron. Today's lesson: mating presses and cowgirl style. Both the teacher gladly demonstrated on her slutty looking, bimbo students. She mating pressed the begging, near broken Kaye on the teacher's desk (while Mia graced the camera by fingering herself), before laying on her back and fucking Mia who rode her cock like her life depended on it.

5 hours: Finally, both were in the principal's office to a Tsumugi wearing a purple suit akin to Jin Kirigiri. She listed off all their 'deviany' misdeeds of the day and was determined to 'punish' them. Punishment that involved gagging both, having them bend over his desk and testing out a leather paddles with holes on their jiggly butts. And when she got bored of that? Why have fun inserting dildo's or buttplugs in their asses of course!! But when she got tired of teasing them like so...well~ Finish them off by mercilessly going back and forth between each one, pounding away at their pussies until the entire office was covered in copious amounts of cum these girls were releasing.

For those who were watching this, each hour was so hot, Kaede and Miu had cum multiple times to the point they looked just as mind broken as those lucky actresses in those films. The thought of confronting Tsumugi about this to, potentially, stop her? Gone like the wind! What replaced it? Thoughts of making this on-camera threesome, a very steamy fivesome!!

#DRiruma-R18 #DRakamatsu-R18 #DRshirogane-R18

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fervidgrey · 9 days ago

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Heavy in Your Arms

Disclaimers

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, Voyeurism ,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: 5, My feet dragged across the ground

Chapter TW: General unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 20,000~ (No beta, we die like men.)

Your eyes snapped open for reasons unknown. No dreams had lingered long enough to be remembered, and your phone hadn’t buzzed- you simply just woke up. With a loud groan you rolled over, wishing to return to the sweet, comfortable darkness. Today you had promised to talk about what had been bothering you with Togame.

Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, your mind turned with thoughts of the upcoming conversation with Togame. The weight of everything you need to tell him makes your chest pull tight. How do you even begin to explain everything?

The clock sitting on your night stand reflected the time in big red mocking letters. It's only 6:23 AM - still hours before Togame is set to pick you up. With a sigh, you force yourself out of bed. A shower was the only way to handle being awake this early without freaking out from every fake conversation cycling in your head.

The hot water soothed every muscle and thankfully, slowed your mind. With closed eyes, you try to organize your thoughts. You needed to tell Togame about Toma and his friends, right? If he didn’t know them it was a pointless conversation. If he did- well, you didn’t know.

Deep urges to avoid dealing with personal turbulence makes your head roll back and forth under the water, mirroring your mind: avoid the situation or to come clean? Was it even /important you knew about them both being in different gangs? It wasn’t like you knew all their secrets. You frowned at the thought. You didn’t really know anything deep about any of them. Togame was like a magnet, your cousin was blood, and Kotoha was just amazing, and the others were protective- but you really didn’t know much.

After drying off and getting dressed, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. The hickies on your neck look even darker today. With an arched eyebrow you stepped closer to the mirror, inspecting your body. You kinda liked the look of Togame’s handy work- his signature. The back of your thighs begin to tingle as you imagine Togame behind you, biting the already bruised flesh of your neck. Your fingers messaged the spots on your shoulder, your lip shifting between your teeth as you think of him adding more. While your fantasies had always been a bit more submissive, being in the position was very different but it felt so addictive. I swear. New heat traveled down your thighs as spectral hands roamed your body- his voice ghosting in your ear. Pinching your eyes closed you slowly pushed away the thoughts.

As much as you'd love to indulge in fantasies about Togame, you need to focus on the conversation ahead. Still, you can't help but smile at your reflection, a mixture of arousal and nervousness brewing in your stomach.

A quick glance at the clock showed you still have plenty of time before Togame was due to arrive. Working on your writing assignment would be a fantastic way to distract yourself, and it was due in three days. Opening your laptop, you pull up the document with your story draft.

While you type, you find yourself pouring your conflicted emotions into your protagonist's internal monologue. The words flow easily, your character's struggle to make sense of her situation mirroring your own inner turmoil. If speaking about your worries and fears came easily to you, today would be a walk in the park- but they don't.

Before you knew it, two hours had passed. You stretch wide, surprised at how much you've written. Upon checking the time you see it’s 9:08 AM, plenty of time to get ready for your breakfast date. Quickly you save the new work and close your laptop, feeling a sense of accomplishment but it's quickly snuffed out by anxiety about your upcoming conversation with Togame.

A look through your closet continues to remind you it's a bit sparse- something you needed to fix with Kotoha, but you settle on a pale green flowy sundress with a built-in petticoat, some white socks and ballet flats. The marks on your neck stand out vividly against the pale dress. You muse on them, without context it did look like you got into a brawl- which didn’t feel cute for breakfast. Chuckling to yourself you grab your makeup bag and get to work covering them up with mild reluctance- it did feel like shame to hide Togame’s affections.

Just as you finish up the final touches to your makeup, you hear a knock at the front door. Glancing at your phone, you see it's exactly 10 AM. Togame's punctuality both impresses and unnerves you considering how sluggish he seemed to move in person. Shuffling all your stuff to the side, you race to the window of your room. You slide the window up and poke your head out, eyes landing on the handsome Togame Jo.

“Hey! One second!” You nearly shout, a laugh follows the declaration just before you slap the window close and dash out of your room- shoes, phone and bag in hand. Glancing around you see your aunt in the garden, sitting on a mat relaxing in the morning sun.

“Auntie, I am going out for a bit. I’m gonna get some groceries today, do you need anything?”

Your aunt looks up at you, squinting against the morning sun. "Some daikon and carrots would be good," she says after a moment. "Eggs if they're on sale." She studies you for a moment, her eyes lingering on your neck where you've covered the marks

You nod, making a mental note. "Got it. I'll be back later!"

As you turn to leave, your aunt calls out, "And tell that young man waiting for you that he should come inside next time. It's rude to just wait at the door."

Your hand freezes on the doorknob. You force a smile more to yourself, hoping your nervousness doesn't reflect in your voice. "Of course, Auntie. I'll let him know”

With that, you quickly slip on your shoes, fluff your dress, then pop the door open. Togame stood there with a small smile, looking as handsome as ever in a crisp white shirt and black jeans, and oddly- no jacket. His green eyes light up when he sees you, a small smile playing on his lips. It seemed criminal for him to look this good wearing basic clothing.

"Good morning," his voice alone makes you smile. "Ready to go?"

You nod, stepping out and closing the door behind you. "Ready! Where are we going for breakfast?" Togame offers you his arm, which you take gratefully. "You keep asking that.” he says with a smirk.

“And you keep not answering!” you playfully chastised back. He hums, and as usual he does not provide any more information. As the two of you walked you noticed something, it was small, but it made you involuntary swallow. His fingers holding your arm on top of his were red, and slightly swollen. This was one of the first times you’ve seen his body reflect his work and selfishly- wishing you hadn’t noticed.

You focus instead on the warm morning sun and the comforting presence of Togame’s body beside you. The streets are relatively quiet at this hour, with just a few early risers going about their business making the silence even more pronounced in your head. After a few minutes of quiet walking, Togame leads you to a small, charming café tucked away on a side street. The sign above the door reads "Café Solar" in elegant script.

"Hope you like pancakes," Togame says as he holds the door open for you. "They opened last week, but I've heard good things."

The interior of the café is cozy and inviting, with soft lighting and the aroma of freshly baked pastries filling the air. Several other patrons are scattered at their tables, all taking pictures of their fancy display of sweets.

Your eyes went wide and a giggle slipped out upon seeing all the pancake themed decor, you loved pancakes. Waffles were good too, but pancakes with chocolate chips were in the dictionary next to the word perfection, in your mind anyways.

"I love pancakes," you say, beaming up at Togame. His choice of restaurant brings new warmth into your chest. This outing is such a normal, sweet gesture - taking you to a trendy new café for breakfast instead of a drinking spot. For a moment you forget about the complications in your life, and about his red knuckles.

A cheerful waitress leads you to a small table by the window. As you settle into your seats, you can't help but notice how Togame's large frame seems almost comically out of place in the dainty café setting.

"Something funny?" Togame asks, raising an eyebrow.

You shake your head, still smiling. "Nothing. It's just nice to be here with you."

Togame responds with a soundless chuckle, and he reaches across the table to take your hand. His touch sends a familiar spark through you, but you can't help but stare at the irritated skin on his knuckles. He looked down at his hands then back to you. His relaxed features didn’t shift as he worked out why you were looking at his hands so much.

“The redness is from a punching bag.” he paused with a flashy smile, “a literal punching bag.” he adds, reading your mind.

You let out a small laugh, relief washing over you. "A literal punching bag, huh? Rough workout?"

Togame shrugs, his smile still in place. "Something like that. Had some frustrations to work out."

“I know the feeling,” you quickly hush out before the waitress returns with menus. As you peruse the options, you can't help but sneak glances at Togame, he was so fine even while checking out a menu, it felt a bit unfair honestly. Your eyes land on his fingers again, now level with your eyes- despite his reassurance about the punching bag, you can't shake the feeling that there's more to the story. But for now, you decide to focus on enjoying this moment with him. The menu displayed vibrant pictures of massive stacks of packages, or some with tons of toppings but all of them were soufflé style which suited you just fine.

"The plain chocolate chip pancakes please," you say, setting down your menu.

Togame nods in agreement. “I'll go with blueberry." As the waitress takes your orders, you notice she is blushing at him, her smile far brighter with him than you.

As the waitress walks away, you feel a twinge of jealousy at her obvious attraction to Togame. She was cute in a way you could not pull off, which stung considering you had really tired to be cute this morning. With a tiny head shake you quickly push the feeling aside, reminding yourself that you're the one sitting across from him.

"So," Togame says, his green eyes focused intently on you. "You mentioned yesterday that you wanted to talk about something."

You take a deep breath, suddenly nervous. This is the moment you've been dreading and anticipating and you didn’t even have pancakes to stuff in your mouth yet. "Yeah, I... there's something I need to tell you. About my family.." you trailed off, your voice suddenly felt weak.

Togame's expression remains neutral, but you notice a slight tensing in his shoulders. "Go on," he says slowly.

You fidget with your napkin, trying to find the right words. "Well, yesterday at the cafe..cafe pothos..”

Togame flinched “Wait, one second.” He pulled his phone out from his pocket. He glared at the phone ringing in his palm with extreme disdain. He flipped it open.

“I’m busy.” he hissed out but listened to whoever was talking. “Give me 10 minutes.” His expression was interesting to behold- you had never seen it like that before. Pure rage, and disgust- you never wanted to be on the end of that look.

“I need to go, but I will make it up to you,” He is already standing, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. He takes a few large steps, bridging the cafe’s interior instantly. He beckons to the waitress before handing her cash then turns back to the table. Upon reaching you he places a firm kiss on the top of your head.

“Take those home, see if your aunt would enjoy them. I’ll call you later.” He tossed you a dazzling smile then rushed out the door.

You stare at the empty seat across from you, stunned by Togame's abrupt departure, then watch Togame's retreating figure through the cafe window. The cheerful atmosphere of the café suddenly feels hollow, and cold. You slump back in your chair, disappointment and frustration washing over you. After working up the courage to finally talk to him, he's gone in an instant.

The waitress approaches, looking a bit flustered herself. "Um, your pancakes will be ready soon. Would you like them to go?" she mumbles.

You nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. As she walks away, you pull out your phone, debating whether to text Togame a bitchy message but the conflict avoidant girl in you wins. You pull up Kotoha’s number.

“I know it's last minute but would you like to do a girls day? My treat?” Within 2 minutes she texts back.

“Yes! When are you free?” A big smile hits your face, the power of girl friendship is real and alive.

“Now if you can.”

You wait anxiously for Kotoha's reply, your disappointment from Togame's abrupt departure still weighing heavily on you, your knee bouncing from pent up annoyance. When your phone buzzes with her response, you feel a wave of relief wash over you.

"Perfect timing! Head over and I’ll start locking up."

You quickly type back a confirmation, grateful for Kotoha's enthusiasm. As you wait for your pancakes to be boxed up, you try to push thoughts of Togame to the back of your mind. Today was now about having fun with your friend, and forgetting your worries for a while.

The waitress returns with a neatly packaged box of pancakes. "Here you go," she says with a sympathetic smile. You nod a thank you, then head out of Café Solar. The walk to Cafe Pothos was too far with packages, so you hailed a cab and off you went.

As the taxi stopped in front of Cafe Pothos, you spotted Kotoha waiting outside, her face lighting up the moment you came into view. You pay the driver and step out, balancing the box of pancakes in one hand.

"Hey!" Kotoha calls, waving enthusiastically. "Ooh, what's in the box?"

You let out a sarcastic laugh, pushing away the lingering disappointment from your aborted breakfast with Togame. "Pancakes. It's dumb boy story."

Kotoha's eyes narrow slightly, picking up on your mood. "Well, we've got all day for dumb boy stories. Come on, let's drop those off inside and then we can start our girls' day!"

You follow Kotoha into the cafe, placing the pancakes in the small fridge behind the counter then popping back outside. As she finishes locking up, you take a deep breath, letting the sun warm your face. It was so nice outside, there was no way you were going to let your whole day get ruined by Tagome being busy.

Kotoha links her arm through yours while pocketing her keys. "So, what's the plan? Shopping? Movies? We could go to the onsen if you want to really relax."

You consider for a moment. "Shopping sounds great, actually. I need to expand my wardrobe a bit." You pause, remembering your aunt's request. "Oh, and I need to pick up some groceries for my aunt later, but I’ll do that on my way back."

Kotoha nods enthusiastically. "Perfect! I know just the place. There's this cute boutique that opened up recently, lots of clothes!"

As you start walking, Kotoha gives you a sidelong glance. "So... want to tell me about these pancakes and the dumb boy?"

You sigh. "It's Togame," you admit. "We were supposed to have a date but he got a call and ran off. Didn’t even say sorry, just left!” You exaggerate the end of your sentence with a silly face making Kotoha laugh.

“Just like a man!” She pushed herself into your side, a playful nudge to make you smile, and it worked.

“Right! Forget men for now, let's talk about fun stuff!” you counter back.

"Forget men!" Kotoha agrees with a laugh. "Today is all about us. No boy drama allowed!" You nod in full agreement.

As you walk arm-in-arm down the bustling street, you feel your spirits lifting. The warm sun on your face and Kotoha's cheerful chatter help push thoughts of Togame to the back of your mind.

"So tell me about this boutique," you say, genuinely curious. "What kind of styles do they have?"

Kotoha's eyes light up. "Oh, it's amazing! They have everything from cute sundresses to edgy street style. And the accessories are to die for. I got the cutest pair of earrings there last week."

As she chats about the shop, you find yourself getting excited. It's been a while since you've had a proper shopping trip, and the idea of refreshing your wardrobe made you extremely happy. Plus shopping with a friend made it all the better.

After several minutes you and Kotoha approach the boutique, your excitement building upon seeing the store. The storefront is charming, with a large display window showcasing mannequins in stylish outfits. A bell chimes softly as you enter, and you're immediately struck by the array of colors and textures surrounding you.

"Wow," you breathe, taking it all in. Racks of clothes line the walls, each section seemingly curated to a different style or mood. In the center of the store, tables display an assortment of accessories - jewelry, scarves, and handbags.

Kotoha grins, clearly pleased by your reaction. "Told you it was amazing. Come on, let's start browsing!"

You follow her lead, running your fingers over soft fabrics and admiring bold patterns. It's been so long since you've done something like this - even back home adult life pulled you away from friends. As you browse through the racks, you find yourself drawn to a section with draped dresses, romantic blouses, and lace. A short pale green dress immediately catches your eye, the fabric displayed delicate floral embroidery,a sweet heart necklace, and sheer sleeves making it look so darling- true princess vibes.

"Oh, this is so pretty," you say, pulling it out to get a better look.

Kotoha nods approvingly. "That would look great on you. The color would really bring out your eyes."

You hold the dress up to yourself, looking in a nearby mirror. The soft fabric and feminine cut make you feel instantly more graceful.

"You should try it on," Kotoha encourages. "And maybe pair it with..." She scans the accessories, then grabs a wide-brimmed straw hat. "This!"

You laugh, but take the hat. "Okay, okay. I'll give it a shot."

In the fitting room, you slip on the dress, admiring how the fabric falls around your body. The embroidered flowers add a delicate touch, and when you put on the straw hat, you can't help but smile at your reflection. You look like you're ready for a picnic in a meadow.

"How's it going in there?" Kotoha calls from the next stall over.

"I think I love it," you reply, twirling a bit to see how the skirt moves. "What about you? Find anything good?"

"Oh, you have no idea," Kotoha says with a laugh. "Come on, let's do a little fashion show!"

You step out of the fitting room just as Kotoha emerges from hers. She's wearing a bold red jumpsuit with wide-leg pants and a plunging neckline. A squeal leaves your mouth at the sight of her. She mimics your delight while moving her arms into different flashy poses- you muse how she could easily be a model.

"Oh my god, Kotoha!" you exclaim, your eyes wide. "You look incredible!"

Kotoha grins, striking a dramatic pose. "Right? I feel like I could conquer the world in this."

You circle around her, admiring how the jumpsuit hugs her curves. "You absolutely have to get it. It's perfect for you."

Kotoha turns to look at herself in the full-length mirror, her expression thoughtful. "You think so? It's not too much?"

"Not at all," you assure her. "It's bold and confident, just like you."

She beams at you, then turns her attention to your outfit. "And look at you! That dress is so pretty. You look like a summer fairy or something."

You blush slightly at the compliment, smoothing down the skirt of the dress. You did feel very pretty in this dress. It wasn’t like you didn’t have any confidence but it had been a long time since you got so many complaints, the change was nice- needed.

"Thanks," you say softly. "I really like it." The thought of Togame’s response did cross your mind, but you blew a quiet raspberry, pushing thoughts of him away.

"We're definitely getting both of these," Kotoha declares, breaking your internal monologue.

"No arguments!" She said with a matter of fact tone, not allowing a single second of argument to pass through your lips. You laugh at the steadfast look on her face.

"Okay, okay. But let's see what else they have first. I want to try on everything!" You were absolutely getting the dress, but there was so much to pick from and you still had a 40 minute walk home.

For the next hour, you and Kotoha take turns trying on different outfits, offering opinions and encouragement. You find yourself drawn to soft, feminine pieces - flowing skirts, delicate blouses, and dainty jewelry. Kotoha, on the other hand, gravitated towards bolder styles - vibrant colors, sleek lines, including the red jumpsuit and a leopard print midi skirt that looked incredibly chic on her.

As you browse, you come across a section of lingerie. Your eyes linger on a set of black lace underwear. The delicate fabric and intricate pattern make your pulse quicken slightly as you imagine wearing it for Togame. You quickly glance around, making sure Kotoha isn't nearby, before picking up the set to examine it more closely.

"Ooh, what have you got there?" Kotoha's voice makes you jump. You turn to see her grinning mischievously.

"Oh, um, nothing," you stammer, feeling your face flush. "Just looking."

Kotoha raises an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Sure you were. That wouldn't happen to be for a certain someone, would it?"

You bite your lip, slowly smiling. "Maybe," you admit finally. "Do you think it's too much?”

“No! If he doesn't like it on you, he isn’t worth it!” You chuckle then double check for the right sizing, and the overall stretch of the material. With a nod you put them in your arms and smiled at Kotoha.

“What else do we need?” You questioned, your arms spilling over with fabric. She giggled, pulling you along to more of the store. With a mischievous grin she leads you to another area of the lingerie section. "Well, if we're shopping for sexy, we might as well go all out," she says with a wink.

You followed her,excitement clear on your face. Kotoha stops in front of a display of silky robes and negligees.

"Every girl needs a good robe," she says, running her hand over a deep burgundy silk robe. "It's perfect for those mornings after..." she trails off suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You laugh, pushing her shoulder. "Kotoha!"

"What? I'm just saying," she giggles. "Plus, they're super comfortable. Here, try this one on."

She hands you a soft, pale pink robe but your eye catches a flash of orange. A soft pale orange robe reminds you of his jacket, and sherbert. “Hmm, I’m going to try the orange!”

“That’s a bold color.” You take the orange robe from the rack, admiring the soft, silky material. "I know, but I really like it," you say with a smile. "It reminds me of..." you trail off, not wanting to mention Togame explicitly.

Kotoha gives you a knowing look. "Of someone's favorite color perhaps?" she teases gently.

You blush but nod. "Something like that," you admit. "Is that weird?"

"Not at all," Kotoha reassures you. "It's cute that you want something that reminds you of him. Plus, orange is a great color on you."

You head to the fitting room to try on the robe. As you slip it on over your clothes, you can't help but admire how the soft fabric feels against your skin. The color is warm and flattering, and you can easily imagine lounging in this on a lazy morning.

You emerge from the fitting room, feeling a mix of shy and excited. "What do you think?" you ask Kotoha, doing a little twirl.

Kotoha's eyes widened appreciatively. "That looks amazing on you! Orange is hard to pull off, you make it look easy." She circles around you, examining the robe from all angles. "And the fit is perfect. You have to get it."

You smile, running your hands over the silky fabric. "I think I will. It feels so nice."

"He won't be able to keep his hands off you in that," Kotoha says with a wink.

You bite the inside of your cheek, but can't help grinning at the thought. "That's the plan," you admit sheepishly.

After shimming off the robe you scoop everything into your arms again, adding the robe to the large pile of purchases. As you and Kotoha make your way to the front. She didn’t know yet but the few items she had put back due to the price were stuffed under your other purchases. Today you were going to treat a friend!

As she placed her items down you also slapped your stuff down, nudging her aside. The sudden shift of all the items on the counter mixing together makes Kotoha's eyes widen in surprise.

"Wait, what are you doing?" she asks, looking confused. You smile, gently pushing her hand away as she reaches for her wallet. "It's my treat today, remember? I said I'd pay for everything."

Her rebuttal follows immediately, her arms flailing out to stop you. "But... that's too much! I can't let you do that."

"Yes, you can," you insist, already handing your credit card to the cashier. "You've been such an amazing friend since I got here. Let me do this for you."

Kotoha looks torn between gratitude and guilt. "Are you sure? It's really not necessary..."

"I'm absolutely sure," you say firmly. "Plus, I had too, you looked too amazing in some of these, it would have been a crime to leave them."

Kotoha still looks unsure, but a smile starts to spread across her face. "You're really something else, you know that?" she says, shaking her head in disbelief. "Thank you. Seriously."

You grin, feeling a warm glow of happiness at being able to do something nice for your friend. "You're welcome. Now, no more arguments. Let's finish up here and go get some lunch. I'm starving!"

As the cashier rings up your purchases, you can't help but feel a little thrill at the pile of new clothes and accessories. It's been ages since you've treated yourself like this, and doing it with a friend makes it even more special.

Once everything was bagged up correctly, you and Kotoha waddled out of the store, arms laden with shopping bags. The sun is high in the sky now, and the streets are bustling with lunchtime crowds.You stand at the side of the store, shifting your bags one last time with a smile. The weight of them reminds you of the fun morning you've had with Kotoha, trying on clothes and laughing together. It's been exactly what you needed today.

"So, where should we go for lunch?" Kotoha asks, also adjusting her grip on her bags. "There's a great little ramen place around the corner, or we could try that new fusion restaurant that just opened up."

You consider for a moment, then grin. "You know what? I'm in the mood for something indulgent. How about we go for dessert first? I saw a cute crepe stand a few blocks back."

Kotoha's eyes light up. "Ooh, I like the way you think!”

You and Kotoha make your way through the busy streets, chatting and laughing as you go. As you approach the crepe stand, the sweet aroma of freshly cooked batter fills the air. Your mouth waters at the sight of the colorful display of fruits, chocolates, and whipped cream.

"Oh my god, everything looks amazing," Kotoha groans, her eyes scanning the menu. "How are we supposed to choose?"

You laugh, feeling the same dilemma. "Maybe we should get two different ones and share?" you suggest.

Kotoha nods enthusiastically. "Perfect! I'm thinking... strawberry and chocolate for me. What about you?"

You ponder for a moment, then decide “Blueberry and tangerine looks amazing!”

Kotoha nods approvingly at your choice. "Ooh, that does sound good! I love how they combine flavors here."

You place your orders, watching in fascination as the crepe maker expertly spreads the batter on the hot circular griddle, then fills and folds each crepe with practiced ease. The finished crepes are works of art, piled high with fresh fruit, drizzled with sauce, and topped with a perfect swirl of whipped cream.

"These look almost too pretty to eat," you say as you accept your crepe, the paper wrapping warm in your hands.

Kotoha laughs, already taking a big bite of hers. "Almost," she agrees, her voice muffled. "But not quite!"

You find a nearby bench to sit on, carefully balancing your shopping bags at your feet. The first bite is heavenly - the crepe is perfectly crisp on the outside and soft on the inside, the fruit fresh and juicy, and the cream adds just the right amount of sweetness.

"Oh my god," Kotoha moans around a mouthful of strawberry and chocolate. "This is amazing."

You nod, unable to speak as you savor your own crepe. "So," Kotoha says as playing with a strawberry, "are you feeling better now? You seemed pretty down when you first arrived." You weren’t prepared for her question, but it made you so happy Kotoha had taken the first step to be friends- you needed her so much.

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, I am. Thanks for dropping everything to hang out with me. I really needed this."

Kotoha bumps her shoulder against yours playfully. "That's what friends are for. And hey, retail therapy always helps, right?"

You laugh, nodding in agreement. "Definitely. Plus, it's nice to just have a normal day, you know? No drama, no complications. Just shopping and crepes." You both laugh in sync then dive back into the decadent desserts.

Upon scarfing down the last of the crepes, you realize the afternoon has slipped away. The sun is starting to dip in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets and longer shadows.

"I should probably head home soon," you say with a sigh, reluctant to end this carefree day. "I promised my aunt I'd pick up some groceries for her."

Kotoha nods, stretching her arms above her head. "Yeah, I should get going too. My brother will probably be wondering where I am." She gives you a warm smile. "Thanks again for today. It was really fun."

You stand up, gathering your shopping bags. "Thank you for coming out with me. We need to do it again!" As you hug goodbye, Kotoha gives you a knowing look. "And if you ever need to talk just message me! You don’t have to buy me things in order to hang out.”

You nod gratefully. "I will, thanks Kotoha."

With one final wave, you both part ways. As you make your way to the grocery store, you can't help but glance at your phone. You haven't received any texts throughout the day, even from your parents. It shouldn’t have made you feel instantly lonely- but it did. With a quick head shake you focused on the next task, grocery shopping. There was a store you didn’t get a chance to visit often because it was out of the way. Seemed ideal to just get your shopping done all at once before crossing under the tunnel.

At the store, you quickly gather the items your aunt requested - daikon, carrots, and eggs. As you browse the aisles, you pick up a few extra things, wanting to cook a nice dinner for your aunt. Once upon the candy aisle you struggled and failed to leave some chocolate bars behind.

With loaded shopping bags and groceries, you finally turn your body towards the direction of the tunnel.

Togame’s POV

Togame strode quickly through the streets, already annoyed with the information he had just received. The call had come from one of his men stationed near the border of Shishitoren territory. There had been another incident - this time, a direct confrontation between some of his men and someone claiming to be from Bofurin. If all reports were to be believed, a low ranked Bofurin had stolen drugs when he didn’t have money due to sudden increases.

As he approached the scene, Togame could see the tension in the air. A small crowd had gathered inside the tunnel, while a few civilians were urged away by some of his men. In the center, two groups faced off - his own men, one completely knocked out- it looked like Saruwatari, and a very familiar group of Bofurin men in green jackets.

"Boss," one of his men called out as Togame approached. "These guys showed up out of nowhere, started causing trouble. They're saying they're from Bofurin, but..."

Togame “Of course they are.” Togame paused, looking them all over. “Hiragi-chan, hey there.” He waved casually, his ramune marble clinking to the rhythm of his arm.

Hiragi stepped forward from the group of Bofurin men. Togame honestly respected Hiragi greatly, he would even go so far to say he liked him, but something about his current demeanor seemed off, making Togame suspicious of his presence.

"Togame-san," Hiragi said, his voice tight. "There seems to be some misunderstanding here. Your men are accusing us of theft."

Togame's eyes narrowed slightly, his casual demeanor not quite masking the sharpness of his gaze. "Is that so?” He shifted his glasses, removing the orange tint from his vision. He looked over them all: Hiragi Toma, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Kyotaro Sugishita, that left one he didn’t know- hiding behind Hayato along with Akihiko. Considering what he knew about them all he guessed the no name was the thief.

“What did he take?" Togame questioned, not looking back. “3’n half grams of rock.” Yukinari responded instantly.

Hiragi shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting to the side for a moment. "Look, he is sick. We can make it right. "

"Wasn’t it a misunderstanding?" Togame bounced back, his tone laced with jest. "Yet now you're offering to 'make it right'? Which is it, Hiragi-chan?" A foul smile crept to his lips, it was fun fucking with Bofurin when ever he got the chance. Hiragi opened his mouth to respond, but Togame cut him off with a sudden gesture.

"Relax," Togame offered slowly- though it had a dangerous edge. His gaze swept over the group of Bofurin men, lingering on the unfamiliar face partially hidden behind Sou.

"Give it back,and I'll call it square." It was an incredibly generous offer all things considered, but he honestly didn’t want to get into a huge bawl over an 8 ball. This entire week had been filled with annoying shit, and he didn’t want another meeting about an insignificant amount of cocaine. He could practically hear Choji in his mind demanding a full gang brawl to settle the score and the thought made him exhausted. Hiragi nodded to Togame, relief washing over his features. Just as Hiragi turned to the thief, Saruwatari leapt to life- shattering the quiet Togame had worked so hard to get.

“Enough of the games punk! There are rules, you are not supposed to interfere on our turf!” Our turf? That was rich, this fucker had embarassed himself infront in serval people, and then had the adacity to talk like he was still allowed to stay.

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the tunnel as Togame brought the ramune bottle down on Saruwatari's head. The man crumpled to the ground wordlessly, blood beginning to seep through his thick hair. For a moment, Togame was curious about which broke first, the bottle or Saruwatari’s head, but it was a bit unclear due to all his hair.

"I hate interruptions," Togame said calmly, adjusting his glasses as he turned back to Hiragi.

"Please, continue." It was clearly an order, one that Hiragi bristled at. The tension in the air was palpable as everyone stared in shock at Saruwatari's motionless form. Hiragi swallowed hard, his eyes darting between Togame and his fallen man.

"Right," Hiragi said, his voice displaying discomfort. He turned to the unfamiliar man hiding behind Hayato- shaking. "Hand it over. Now."

“Hey Toma, what are you-” that was a voice Togame would recognize anywhere. He watched in confusion as his favorite person rounded the corner, saying Hiragi’s name with incredible familiarity.

Everything seemed to take on a red hue through his orange sunglasses.

Your POV

You heard the commotion before you saw it. Several of the Furin boys were much taller than you so you stood at Suo’s back wondering what was going on. You had hesitated, not wanting to get in the way of a shuffle but when you heard your cousin's voice you stepped around Suo who looked shocked to see you.

“Hey Toma, what are you-” Your body stilled, your eyes landing on Togame.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

This couldn’t be how it happened.

Why was this happening?

Your mind was breaking down, trying to rationalize the scene you stepped into. Your two worlds were colliding too fast, this wasn’t supposed to happen. So why were you staring into Togame’s eyes- drowning? The tide washed in around your feet, beckoning you to him even though no words had been spoken, the memory of his voice was enough. Swear. Only mine. They rang in your head, blocking out all noise.

If you could have heard anything, it would have been the shouting for you to stay back, your name, questions- but you couldn’t hear them. You couldn’t hear, or feel the bags in your hands slipping free, falling to the concrete- completely forgotten. All you could process was Togame’s hand outreached to you. The tide at your knees now pulling you into the depths. He hadn’t spoken, at least you didn’t think so. Your arm outreached to him, your fingered brushed against his. For a moment everything was serene but just as quick the lethal waters of Togame Jo pulled at you, dragging your under.

Togame’s hand pulled you into him hard, causing you to trip into his body, which he seemed to barely register. He held you in place firmly against his body- the position leaving you arched painfully, head tilted back- looking at only him. Your mind was completely hazy, it wasn’t for the lack of thinking, you were so deep in panicked thoughts that it felt impossible to even blink. Everything felt too hot, his heat was suffocating you, the shouting was blurry, but a few things broke through your fog.

“She has nothing to do with this” your cousin shouted, others echoing the sentiment.

“Nothing?” a humorless laugh filled the tunnel, while you stare up at him still shell shocked.

Togame drew out each word slowly. “She's mine.” More chaos erupted outside your view of Togame.

“Tell them,” Togame whispered, his finger gripping your chin then firmly turning your head to look at your cousin, and new friends. Your mouth opened, breaking Toma Hiragi’s heart.

“I’m his,” you breathed out, eyes glassy- unfocused.

“There you have it, Hiragi-chan,” Togame smiled. If it could be counted as such, it lacked any warmth you normally saw him carry on his lips. No this was a venom filled smile, daring Toma to act, begging him to knock over the first domino.

Your chin was still held in place, looking at your cousin’s face- burning his disbelieving stare into your mind. The look Toma gave you was one you’d never seen, on anyone. Was there a word stronger than anguish? Was he crying? No, maybe he was just red with anger. Your mind couldn’t translate Toma but one emotion was clear- pain.

Togame pulled your chin back to him roughly, his eyes locking with yours. Still no words had been spoken between the two of you. You didn’t even think it was possible to speak anymore, if your mouth opened only screams would come out.

“Time to go,” Togame looked back to your cousin, now frowning.

“Tunnel is closed,” he adjusted his lenses “Tell Hajime to call me.”

“Hey, wait! She is my cousin-” Togame held up a hand. “Tunnel is closed, make sure they leave.” Togame stated to the two beside him, tossing one of them the spare jacket ripped off earlier.

Togame dislodged you from his body, the space was more painful than his grip moments ago. He turned, not offering you his arm, and started to walk away. You choked a cry down and rushed after him, staying a step behind- not touching him. No one followed.

You trailed after Togame in tense silence, your mind reeling from everything that just happened. The shock of seeing him there, of your two worlds colliding so abruptly, left you feeling numb and disoriented. You could still see the look of betrayal on Toma's face, and hear the chaos that erupted when Togame claimed you as his in the front of your mind.

Togame's stride was purposeful, his back rigid as he led you through unfamiliar streets. His pace was a struggle to keep pace with, your legs shaky and your breath coming in short gasps. Part of you wanted to reach out, to grab his hand and make him slow down, to talk- maybe beg, but the cold fury radiating off him keeps you at a distance.

After what feels like an eternity, Togame stopped in front of a huge building. Some of the characters were missing from the building logo but you were able to read “Orion Stars”, it looked like an old opera theater.

You stand frozen, staring up at the imposing facade of the Orion Stars building. The faded grandeur of the old opera theater covered in graffiti feels oddly fitting for this surreal moment. Togame doesn't look back as he strides through the entrance, leaving you no choice but to follow quickly.

Inside, the lobby is dimly lit, with plush carpets muffling your footsteps. Ornate moldings and tarnished mirrors line the walls, giving glimpses of your ashen, shell-shocked face as you pass. Togame leads you down a long hallway rowed with several doors, with several doors closing as open upon seeing Togame coming.

Your mind races, trying to make sense of everything. Panic swirls in your head, making you dizzy. A voice in the back of your head begged you to run. You had a feeling that if you ran, he wouldn’t follow and that thought alone broke your heart.

Finally, Togame stops in front of a heavy wooden door. He opens the door, revealing a spacious office. Dark wood paneling lined the walls, while a large desk dominates the center of the room. He strides in, leaving you hovering uncertainty in the doorway.

"Close the door," he says, his voice low. You hesitate for a moment before stepping inside and shutting the door behind you with a soft click. The sound feels oddly final, trapping you in this tense moment. Togame moves to the front of a desk, leaning against it as he finally turns to face you. His green eyes are hard, filled with scrutiny as they scan you. The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken words and accusations.

"Sit," he says at last, his tone somehow sounding casual- pointing to the chair in front of him.

You sluggishly shift forward, your legs feeling unsteady beneath you. You reach the chair in front of Togame's desk, sinking into it ungracefully. The plush leather feels painfully cold against your feverish skin.

Togame watches you silently, his gaze intense- a conversation brewing in his mind. You can feel the weight of his examination, and it takes all your willpower not to squirm under it. The silence stretches on, oppressive and suffocating. The waters raging around you, pulling warmth from your body.

Finally, Togame speaks, his voice cold. "How long have you known?"

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "Known what?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Togame's eyes narrow slightly. "Don't play dumb.” you flinch away “How long have you known that your cousin was in Bofurin?" a dry laugh escaped him “Not only that, but one of the Four Kings.”

You take a shaky breath, trying to gather your strength. “I was trying to tell you this morning, at the cafe.”

Togame's face darkens, your words clearly agitating him. "This morning," he repeats, his voice uncomfortably soft. "And how long before that, did you know?"

You fidget in your seat, your heart racing. "When I met some of Toma's friends at the cafe a few days ago, but I don’t know what you mean by Fourth King." You hadn’t spoken to him about anything related to his affiliations, but now you were curious what that meant.

Togame watches you intently, his green eyes searching your face for any sign of deception.

"And you didn't think to mention this sooner?"

"I wanted to!" you exclaim, your voice cracking slightly. "But everything happened so fast, and I didn't know how to bring it up. I was going to tell you this morning at breakfast, but then you got called away..."

Togame's jaw clenches at the reminder of the interrupted breakfast. He pushes off from the desk, beginning to pace slowly in front of you.

"You've known for days that your cousin is part of Bofurin, and you said nothing," his nose flares as he thinks, "Do you have any idea how compromising that is?" nearly shouting.

You flinch at the anger in his tone. "I'm sorry," you whisper, tears pricking at your eyes. "I didn't mean to hide it from you. I was just... I was scared. I didn't know what to do or say."

Togame stops pacing, fixing you with an intense stare. "Scared of what, exactly? Of me? Or of losing your precious cousin?"

The accusation in his voice makes your chest tighten, but the question strikes you harder than a fist ever could. "No," you admit quietly. "I knew who I’d lose,” Tears began to flow over the apples of your cheek as you recalled Toma’s expression, the heartbreak.

Your admission hangs in the air between you. Something small shifts in his stance, a flicker of something - surprise, perhaps, or uncertainty but they pass. His features harden against the tears streaming down your face. It was a firm reminder that you were still in the raging tides of Togame Jo.

"Yet you kept it from me," he says, controlled but failing to fully mask the spite. "Never bothering to think of the risks." he fumed, feet beginning to pace in front of you again. For a short moment he looks nothing like the man who held you so close, but a tiger- plotting on a small stretch of dirt.

You nod, tears still flowing freely down your cheeks, your voice is gone. Your pleas stop on your tongue, afraid your desperation for forgiveness would disgust him further. Togame takes a moment to run a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration makes him look suddenly more human, less like the intimidating yakuza boss he was.

"What exactly did you think was going to happen?" he asks, his tone slightly less harsh.

"Thought you could just keep these two parts of your life separate forever?" he follows up, sounding incredulous.

You shake your head, your voice struggling. "No, I..." you trail off, unsuccessfully finding the words needed to fix everything. "I guess I was hoping for more time. To figure things out, to find a way to tell you both without... without losing everything." you finally spill out- your heart doing the same. Togame's expression softens slightly at the raw vulnerability in your voice. He moves back in front of you, towering over your shaking frame.

"Look at me," he says, his tone closer to his normal pitch. Your tear-stained face meets his gaze. His green eyes are still intense, but some of the anger has faded, replaced by something more complex.

"You need to understand something," Togame says, his seriousness pulling your attention away from your woes. "This isn't just about you and me, or you and your cousin.The balance between Shishitoren and Bofurin is... delicate.”

You nod slowly, trying to process Togame's words through the haze of emotions swirling within you. "I understand," you say softly, your voice still shaky. "I never meant to complicate things."

Togame sighs, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. He reaches out, gently brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. The tender gesture makes your breath hitch and your head press into him, craving more of Togame- however he would give it.

"I know," he says, his voice back to normal. "But intentions don't matter in this world. Actions do. Keeping secrets is dangerous." his voice was flat, sounding tired- like someone struggling with conflicting emotions.

"What happens now?" you ask struggling to not break out into sobs. Suddenly the idea of an incoming rejection is enough to shatter the tentative stability you had found in his palm.

Togame's hand lingers on your face for a moment before he pulls it away, hands leaning on the desk. "Now, we need to be very careful," he says. "Your connection to both sides makes you valuable.”

You looked up confused- missing his touch. “What, why?” He stared down at you, his expression a mix of frustration and something softer- like he was finally remembering you were a normal civilian.

"Because now you're a part of two powerful factions. Many will see you as a potential weakness to exploit." he trails off, his jaw clenching.

Your eyes widen as the implications of his words sink in. "I would never betray you," you say quickly. "I chose..." you stop, heart aching at your own declaration.

A ghost of a smile flickers across Togame's face. "I know," he says softly. "That’s not it. You’re a weakness to exploit, for both groups. And my own people..." he sighs, the tense showing in his drooping shoulders. How much did he have to carry alone?

"Your own people what?" you ask, fear creeping into your voice.

Togame's eyes met yours, his stare was intense just like it was in the tunnel.

"Many will see you as a liability." he finally states, the implication was mind boggling to you. You didn’t know anything about either of them, and you certainly weren’t worth anything.

You swallow hard, trying to process everything. "What does that mean?"

Togame is quiet for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "It means we need to be careful," he says finally. "Your movements will need to be monitored, for your own safety. And we'll need to establish some ground rules about contact with your cousin."

Your heart sinks at his words. "You want to control who I see and talk to?" you ask, unable to keep the hurt from your voice. It also sounded insane- controlling in a way you couldn’t process at the moment.

“Yes.” Shocked, you stare at Togame, his response unreasonably blunt all things considered.

"But... Toma is my family, what about my friends?" you plead. "I can't just cut them out of my life completely." He reaches out, gently tilting your chin up to meet his eyes.

"Not entirely," he offers, like that would make you feel better. "But we need to be smart about this. Every interaction with them is a potential risk."

"For how long?" you ask, your voice small. You didn’t understand how you got to this point- how even now you wanted to do as he said.

"For as long as necessary," he says flatly. "Not ideal, but it's for their protection as well. People are likely already talking about today." He pinches the bridge of his nose, clearing trying to think over some grand plan. You nod slowly, tears welling up again as the reality of your situation sinks in. The weight of everything - the restrictions, the demands, the conflicting loyalties - it was crushing.

"I understand," you say softly, your voice shaky. "I'll do what you think is best." It felt like an automated response, but didn’t feel entirely uncomfortable despite your shaking body. You would do whatever he said, whatever it took to gain his trust again.

"You won't lose me," he says suddenly, clearly able to read your mind from the look on your face. "But you need to understand that things are different now. The rules have changed."

You nod, leaning into his touch. "I understand.” It's a whisper, but it's all you can manage while being so focused on his hand. Togame's hand lingers on your face for a moment before he pulls away. He moves to sit behind his desk, suddenly looking weary.

"We'll discuss the specifics of how to handle this situation," he says, his tone businesslike. "But not right now. It's been a long day." You nod, feeling emotionally drained.

"What happens now?" you ask hesitantly.

Togame regards you for a moment. "You’ll go to my room for now." Your eyes widen slightly.

"Here? In this building?"

He nods. "Yukinari." His voice was loud enough for someone outside the door to open it, though you still flinched at the volume- still raw from earlier. The man from the tunnel stood there, waiting.

“Take her to my room,” He gestures to you while moving several piles of papers in front of him.

You follow Yukinari out of Togame's office, your mind still reeling from everything that's happened. The hallways of the Orion Stars building feel like a maze. You struggle to keep track of the twists and turns as Yukinari leads you deeper into the building. It became clear they had renovated the interior while keeping the outside disheveled. It seemed odd on the surface but it was something you’d ask about later.

Finally, he stops in front of a door, producing a key from his pocket. "Togame-san's room," he says gruffly, unlocking the door and stepping aside to let you enter.

You step inside apprehensively, taking in your surroundings. The room is spacious but sparsely furnished, with a large bed covering one wall and a small sitting area near the window with a full length mirror, and bamboo clothing rack with several outfits hanging neatly, a book shelf- stuff to the brim, and a lone dresser. Everything is immaculately clean and organized, it almost felt bizarre to stand in considering the hallways run down appearance.

Yukinari clears his throat behind you. "Bathroom's through there," he says, gesturing to a door on the far wall.

"Togame-san will be in later." He states coldly leaving you to nod back, not trusting your voice. Yukinari gives you one last appraising look before stepping out, closing the door behind him. The soft click of the lock engaging makes your stomach drop, so this wasn’t a friendly room tour afterall.

Left alone, the events of the day come crashing down on you. You sink onto the edge of the bed, your legs suddenly unable to support you any longer. Tears well up in your eyes as the past few hours replay over and over again. Each time their voices get harsher, crueler, and louder.

Your cousin's face flashes in your mind - the look of betrayal and hurt when you admit to being with Togame. The thought of never seeing him again, of cutting ties with the friends you've made, filled you with an unbearable ache. But the thought of losing Togame had felt like an impossibility, it didn’t even cross your mind to not pick him in the moment. Despite his anger and the harsh reality he laid out, you couldn’t deny- you still wanted him above all else.

Your gaze drifts to the window, taking in the fading daylight. How long have you been here? It felt like forever since the confrontation in the tunnel, though it could have been a mere hour. Time had lost all meaning.

With shaking hands, you pull out your phone. No messages or missed calls. You wonder if Toma would even try to reach you, or if Kotoha had heard about the events- would she block you? The thought of her shocked face, wondering how much you lied about, sends a fresh wave of guilt through you. You should text her, let her know you're okay, but what would you even say?

Your fingers hover over the screen, but you can't find the energy to text anyone.

TOGAME’S POV

What a fucking terrible day. Togame sat at his desk, squeezing the bridge of his nose as he tried to process everything. The revelation about her connection to Hiragi Toma had thrown him completely off balance. He prided himself on always being a few steps ahead, on knowing every player in the game. But this he hadn't seen coming.

His mind replayed the scene in the tunnel over and over. The way she had looked at him, eyes wide with fear and something else - a touch of arousal, perhaps? The memory of her voice, soft but clear, as she declared herself “his” in front of everyone made his ego run wild- in a way he wasn't entirely comfortable with. While Togame wasn’t shy about his domineering personality, the devilish pleasure he had taken from humiliating the both of them in that moment was a bit out of step- even for him. Togame knew he shouldn't have humiliated her like that, or shouldn't have taken such immense pleasure in watching Hiragi's face crumple- but he did.

He also couldn't deny the possessive lust that had run through him when he claimed her in front of Hiragi and Bofurin’s top men. The way she had melted into him, submitting completely despite her obvious conflict. If he had focused on her body any longer in that moment, he fucked her against the vending machine- thrilled with the audience. It stirred something primal in him, a desire to mark her as his in every way possible. It wasn’t lost on him that she had covered up his markings- something to get fixed.

With a frustrated huff, Togame pushed his sexual frustrations aside. He needed to focus on the practical matters at hand. How to handle this situation without compromising Shishitoren's power or putting her at unnecessary risk. Togame's jaw clenched as he thought about the implications of her connection to Bofurin. She was a liability now, a potential weakness that could be exploited by both sides. And yet he’d be a fool to ignore his new found leverage- at least from a business perspective.

There would be those in his organization who would see her as a threat to be eliminated. He'd need to make it clear that she was valuable, and under his protection. But he also couldn't appear to dismiss Choji entirely if he was vocally against her being around. It was no secret that Togame practically ran the entire organization alone, but loyalty was not something he lacked, Choji was the leader.

Togame thought carefully on the delicate balancing act ahead. He'd need to assert his authority while still maintaining loyalty to Choji- who would likely disapprove. It was a dance he'd performed many times before, but never with such personal stakes.

His thoughts drifted back to her, sitting alone in his room. The vulnerability in her eyes as she looked up at him, tears streaming down her face had bothered him. He wasn't used to feeling protective over anyone but himself- it was exhausting.

With a sigh, Togame pushed back from his desk. He'd been sitting here long enough, turning the situation over in his mind. It was time to face her again, to start laying out the new rules of their relationship.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. "Enter," he called out, straightening up in his chair.

Yukinari stepped into the office, his expression carefully neutral. "Boss, the Bofurin group has left the area as instructed.” He paused dread rolling off of him. “Choji-sama is headed this way.” Togame nodded his thanks without speaking.

He had seconds to settle back into his relaxed posture when the door burst open again, Choji striding in with barely contained hysterics. His eyes swept the room before landing on Togame, who remained seemingly unfazed behind his desk.

"What the hell is going on?" Choji demanded with a dangerous edge. "You let them walk away after stealing from us? And what's this I hear about some girl?"

Togame met Choji's enraged stare with unflinching casualness. "The situation was handled, Choji. Escalating things further would have been unless."

Choji's eyes narrowed. "Useless? Since when do we let thieves walk away without consequences?" He slammed his hands on the desk, leaning into Togame’s space. "And don't think I didn't notice you avoiding the question about the girl. Who is she?"

Togame remained steadfast, looking at Choji with unmasked menace. “She is mine.” He stated as though it was obvious as the weather.

Choji's eyes narrowed dangerously at Togame's casual response. "Yours?" he spat. "What the hell does that mean? And how does she fit into all this?"

Togame leaned back in his chair, his posture easy going but his eyes sharp. "It means exactly what I said. She's mine. And as it turns out, she's also Hiragi Toma's cousin."

Choji's face contorted in disbelief. "Hiragi's cousin?" a guttural laugh left Choji’s lips. "Are you kidding me? You've been fucking a Bofurin bitch this whole time?" Togame's expression shifted ever so slightly, a baneful glint filling his eyes.

"Don’t be unnecessary." Togame said coolly. "I've already taken steps to contain the situation."

Choji paced the room, running a hand through his hair in agitation. "Contain it? How?”

Togame's eyes followed Choji as he paced like a wild cat, a smile growing- he’d won even if Choji didn’t know it.

"She's here, in the building. Under my supervision." Togame chuckled loudly, the statement was just to annoy him, a small dig since his girl got called a bitch. It didn’t help him at all but he wanted Choji to know- there was a line, and Togame was on the other side waiting.

Choji whirled to face him. "Here? You brought her into our headquarters?" His voice rose in disbelief and anger.

"It's the safest place for her right now," Togame replied calmly. "And the best way to keep an eye on her."

Choji slammed his hands on the desk again, leaning in close to Togame's face. "Are you out of your mind? She's a liability, a potential spy for Bofurin. We should be eliminating the threat, not inviting it into our home!"

Togame's patience was at the brink of collapse, but his voice remained level. "She's not a spy, Choji. She's an asset."

"An asset?" echoed back, disbelief obvious in Choji’s tone.

“Yes.” Togame paused, he did not want this to be the only reason Choji bowed out of the fight, but it would have to do. “She is related to one of the Four Kings, we can use that to get better terms with Bofurin. Plus I didn’t demand blood from their thief. We have been wasting money having our runners go around their territory, if they can go through we can cut down on costs considerably.”

Choji's eyes narrowed as he considered Togame's words. The tension in the room was palpable as the two men stared each other down.

"An asset," Choji repeated slowly, his tone laced with skepticism. "And you think Bofurin will just roll over, and let us use their territory because we have Hiragi's cousin?"

Togame leaned back in his chair. "Not immediately, no. But it gives us leverage we didn't have before. A bargaining chip."

Choji scoffed. "A bargaining chip that could easily backfire. What's to stop her from feeding information back to Bofurin?"

"She won't," Togame said firmly. "She's chosen her side." Venom pooled in his stomach. The thought of you picking someone else nearly made his crafted calm demeanor fall away- he wanted to yell at Choji. Anyone would know her loyalties just upon looking at her in his arms- she was his.

Choji raised an eyebrow. "And you trust her word on that?”

“Yes, and I’m asking you to trust me. As you did when you took over.”

Choji's expression twisted oddly- a mixture of disdain and satisfaction. The reference to his ascension to leadership was a sore point for Choji- they both knew the driving force behind Choji taking over was a shallow desire for excitement, and that much of Shishitoren's current success was due to Togame's strategic mind.

"Fine," Choji said after a long moment, his voice tight with contained frustration. "She can stay for now. But I want her to be watched at all times. And if there's even a hint that she's feeding information to Bofurin..." Choji was now walking away, clearly tired of dealing with this situation.

"There won't be," Togame cut him off firmly.

Choji's eyes narrowed. "See to that. And Togame?" He paused at the door, fixing a hard stare in Togame’s direction. "Don't let your dick cloud your judgment. Shishitoren comes first.”

Togame's jaw clamped tight at Choji's parting words. "Of course," he said coolly. "Shishitoren always comes first." he added with practiced pitch.

As the door closed behind Choji, Togame let out a slow breath. The conversation had gone about as well as he could have hoped, but he knew this was far from over. Choji would be watching closely, looking for any sign of weakness or betrayal. Togame stood, straightening his jacket as he moved towards the door.

It was time to deal with the other half of this equation.

The walk to his room felt longer than usual, his mind racing with all the implications of the day's events. When he reached the door, he paused for a moment, steeling himself before entering. He had a lot of information to get out, rules to put in place. None of it would be fun to say, or for her to hear.

Togame entered the room, his full height ready to control every inch of space in the room until eyes red stained stared back at him. All words he was ready to brandish- even minor threats about disobedience evaporated instantly.She was so much trouble for him and didn’t even know it.

Your POV

You sat up quickly as Togame entered the room, hastily wiping at your tear-stained cheeks. The sight of him sends a confusing mix of emotions through you - relief, fear, longing. His silence fills you with panic but no words leave your open mouth.

Togame's eyes scan over you, taking in your disheveled appearance. His expression is unreadable as he moves further into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Have you been crying this whole time?" he asks, his tone softer than you expected.

You shake your head, unable to meet his gaze. "Not the whole time." you mumble.

You swallow, trying to voice out your fears without exposing your tender spots. "I don't know how to move forward," you admit honestly.

Togame nods slowly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. The closeness of him makes your heart race, but you resist the urge to lean into him, unsure of where you stand.

"I know," he says quietly. "This isn't an ideal" You nod without speaking, still staring at your hands in worry. Togame reaches out, gently tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. His green eyes are intense as ever while they search your face.

"I meant what I said," his voice low. "You won't lose me. But things are going to have to change."

You nod, leaning into his touch. "I understand," you nearly moan out. "I'll listen." the vow absentmindedly spills from your lips. A ghost of a smile flickers across Togame's face.

"That’s my girl," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your cheek. The praise sends a throb through you, despite everything.

"For now, you'll go home," Togame continues, his tone businesslike again. "It's safe enough with a guard."

You nod again, trying to ignore your growing desire for his touch . "A guard?” You ask, instantly wanting to protest something so silly, but you didn’t have the energy. He nods back before leaning back onto his bed, exhaling slowly.

“I have an idea already. He is loyal, quiet, and a good defensive fighter.” Togame’s eyes were closed but he popped one open with a sly smile. “And he isn’t partial to women.”

“You’re joking.” you deadpan. You didn’t mind he was gay at all, just weirded out that he would bring it up. He lets out a light laugh “Not at all, and I think you’ll get along. Kauro something or other.”

“Kaoru Something, you don’t even member his name but pick him as a guard for me?”

Togame chuckles softly at your indignation. "Aoyama Kaoru. I think." He laughs before speaking a touch more firmly "He's trustworthy, and he'll keep you safe without complicating things."

You nod slowly, processing his words. "So what exactly does having a guard mean? Will he follow me everywhere?" Having a guard sounded ridiculous, there was no way Togame thought you’d be in enough danger to need protection.

Togame props up on his elbows, his posture stiff as he explains. "Not everywhere, not inside your aunt's home, but any outings." Your eye arched, so he did mean everywhere.

You bite your lip, considering this. It feels strange to think about having someone watching over you constantly, but you wouldn’t fight him on it unless it became overbearing.

"Okay," you say softly- worried. "And when I visit Toma or Kotoha?" Togame's expression hardens slightly at the mention of Toma and Kotoha. "Those visits will need to be approved by me." he says not leaving any room for arguments. "Any interaction with Bofurin members needs to be approved by me, understood?"

You nod, trying to hide your disappointment. "I understand. But I can still see them sometimes, right?"

Togame is quiet for a moment, studying your face. "Yes," he says finally, falling back to the bed.

"But not often, and always with supervision. We'll need to establish some ground rules."

You let out a small sigh of relief. "Thank you," you say softly. "I’m sorry for all the trouble." Togame's body relaxes into the bed. His fingers reach out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear humming in response, his energy clearly running out.

In a moment of boldness, and desperation you hook your leg over his wide waist. Your bottom nested comfortably on his groin, while his hands flew up to your hips automatically as his eyes snapped open in surprise. For a moment, he just stares up at you, his green eyes looking wild- intoxicated.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice sounding strained- even a bit tired.

You bite your lip, suddenly unsure of yourself. "I don't know," you admit slowly. "I just needed to be close to you."

His initial shock gives way to a smile, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your hips. The simple touch sends pleasure throughout your body, reminding you of how much you craved his touch.

“Is that so?” His grip tightened, his cock already hard- pressing firmly against your soft body.

“You need to be close to me?" his hips rolled up pressing into your warming thighs.

You nod, heat rising to your cheeks. "Yes," you moan back. "Please, Togame. I know I messed up today. Let me make it up to you." Something in him shifted, his eyes seeming further away than before- thinking.

His hips shift again, rolling for a second before he stills, his hands tightening on your hips. For a moment, you think he's going to pull you down to him, to claim your lips in a searing kiss. But then his expression changes yet again, becoming more guarded.

"Not tonight," he says, sounding unsure even to you. "It's been a long day. We both need rest." Disappointment and embarrassment wash over you. You scramble to remove yourself from his body, but his hands keep you in place firmly.

"Don't misunderstand," Togame demands loudly, his thumbs still tracing the curve of your thighs pressed against him. "I want you badly, but not like this.” He now sounded confident, a grin on full display.

“This is not the kind of begging I enjoy.” You nearly moan at those words, you were not above begging this man for anything at this point. However, a small part of you still felt cracked by the rejection.

"I understand," you manage out, your body still resting against him. He reaches up, pulling you down on top of him, then effortlessly rolling you to his side. His body shifts so he is on his side, pulling you as close as possible before closing his eyes.

You lay there in Togame's arms, your body pressed tightly against his. The warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his breathing are comforting, despite the turmoil of the day. You want to savor this moment of closeness, but your mind wouldn’t stop pressing you to beg for forgiveness.

"Togame?" you whisper, unsure if he's still awake.

"Hmm?" he mumbles, his eyes remaining closed.

You hesitate, gathering your courage. "I'm sorry," you start "For everything. For not telling you sooner, for putting you in this position-"

Togame's arms tighten around you slightly. "Stop" he says, his voice hushed and tired. "We'll figure it out."

You nod against his chest, feeling tears prick at your eyes again. "I'm tired." you admit in a small voice. Togame's hand moves to stroke your hair. "Then sleep," he murmurs. "I’ll wake you in a bit."

You nod, letting your eyes drift closed as you nestle closer to him. Despite everything that's happened, despite the uncertainty of what's to come, you feel safe here in Togame's arms. His steady heartbeat and the warmth of his body lull you towards sleep.

As you hover on the edge of consciousness, you feel Togame press a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Sleep well," he whispers, so quietly you're not sure if you imagined it. With those words echoing in your mind, you finally succumb to exhaustion, slipping into a deep, dreamless sleep.

You wake slowly, consciousness creeping in bit by bit. The first thing you register is warmth - you're enveloped in a fluffy blanket- alone. Glancing around you notice a clock showing the time 7:24 PM. You weren’t fully sure when you had fallen asleep but the world felt confusing, the sun was still in the sky but far lower than when your eyes closed.

It took a while for your mind to clear, and the events of the day came rushing back - the confrontation in the tunnel, the tense conversation in Togame's office, falling asleep in his arms. You sit up slowly, trying to orient yourself. The room is dimly lit now, shadows stretching across the floor as the sun sets outside. A soft knock at the door makes you jump. "Come in," you call out hesitantly, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself.

The door opens to reveal a young man you don't recognize. He's tall and slender, with delicate features and stylishly messy black hair. His clothing is plain black and white with the now named Shishitoren jersey. His look reminded you of Togame, making you wonder if everyone dressed monochromatically in Shishitoren.

"Ah, you're awake,good!" His voice is quiet but melodic. "Togame-san asked me to check on you. I'm Aoyama Kaoru." You blinked, remembering Togame mentioning this name earlier.

"Oh, um, nice to meet you!” You look him over again, noticing the shopping bags you had earlier that day in his hands.

“Oh wow, I forgot about those.” You tried to recall when they got dropped but kept coming up blank.

Kaoru smiled softly, setting the shopping bags down near the bed. "Togame-san had these brought over for you. He thought you might want to freshen up."

You nod gratefully, suddenly very aware of your rumpled clothes and tear-stained face. "Thank you," you say, your voice still rough from sleep. "Um, where is Togame?"

"He's in a meeting," Kaoru replies carefully. "He asked me to escort you home when you're ready." leaving no option to see him before leaving. You stare at Kaoru, feeling waves of disappointment fill you, Togame sent someone else to wake you and it hurt.

"Okay. Just give me a few minutes?" You requested, wanting to be alone for a moment.

Kaoru bowed far too deep for your comfort. "Of course. I'll wait outside." He stepped away, closing the door behind him without a sound. He really was quiet, which was something you liked about him so far.

You climb out of bed, rummaging through the shopping bags. There was a dresser near his open clothing rack that caught your eye, perhaps you could fit a spare outfit in here. You were not just trying to peek, nope not at all. You padded over to the dresser, eyeing the bottom drawer first. Upon opening it you frowned, it was completely empty. The weight of the dresser shifted easily which was odd considering its size.

You hesitate for a moment, curiosity completely getting the better of you. Glancing at the door to make sure Kaoru isn't about to walk in, you carefully open the next drawer up. It's also empty.

Your brow furrows as you open the third drawer. Empty again. It seems strange that Togame would have a completely empty dresser in his room. You reach for the top drawer, your heart racing a little as you register the weight change. You stared in confusion for a moment then shifting to a look of bewilderment, after a few moments you stared in astonishment.

Unlike the others, this drawer is full - but not with clothes.

Inside are several knives, several phones, cash, roughly 6 passports, and some other items you can't quite identify. Your hand hovered over the contents in macabre fascination, not daring to touch anything.

You quickly close the drawer, afraid to get caught like this. You had enough trouble to deal with, snooping wasn’t going to be the next one. The sight of the weapons and mysterious items was a stark reminder of the dangerous world Togame inhabits - a world you're now inextricably linked to.

Shaking off your unease, you turn your attention back to the shopping bags. You pull out a fresh outfit - a simple graphic crop top and skirt - and head to the adjoining bathroom to change, and freshen up. As you wash your face, you study the reflection in the mirror. Your eyes are still puffy from crying, but overall you look more composed than you felt.

Once dressed, you gather a few things from the bag and walk back to the dresser. You select the next drawer down, placing a spare outfit and the orange robe inside then pop it closed. You gather the bags and open the door. Kaoru is waiting patiently in the hallway, his posture relaxed but alert. Kaoru gives you a polite nod as you emerge which you respond to in kind.

"Ready to go?" he asks softly.

You blink then quickly nod, clutching your shopping bags. "Yes, thank you."

Kaoru leads you through the winding hallways of the Orion Stars building. As you walk, you can't help but glance around, taking in more details now that you're not in such an emotional state. The building is a strange mix of faded grandeur, and modern practicality. You pass by ornate moldings and tarnished mirrors, but also see state-of-the-art security cameras and reinforced doors.

As you near the exit, you hear voices coming from a nearby room. One of them you recognize as Togame. Your steps slow involuntarily, straining to hear what's being said, wanting to pop in to say goodbye, but a gentle tug pulls you away from the room.

“We need to move along,” the look on Kaoru’s face is soft, but you could tell from the tone he wasn’t giving you an option. Looks like this was an order, it was time to leave.

You nod apologetically to Kaoru, picking up your pace for the sake of your new bodyguard. As you reach the lobby, Kaoru holds the door open for you. Nervousness fills you from his actions. You didn’t want him doing everything for you, but wondered what Togame told him needed to be done.

The cool evening air curled against your face the moment you stepped outside- it felt so nice. The sun has nearly set, painting the sky in vibrant oranges and pinks. For a moment, you're struck by how normal everything looks. People just walk by going about their evening, unaware of the turmoil you've just been through inside Orion Stars.

Kaoru leads you to a sleek black car parked nearby. As he opens the back door for you, you hesitate.

"Um, is it okay if we walk?" you ask. "It's not far, and I could use some fresh air."

Kaoru considers for a moment before nodding. "That should be fine. Togame-san just thought you’d be tired.”

“This is his car?” You were confused, he never mentioned being able to drive.

“More for work, but he has taken it out before.” he offered with a shrug. You nod, falling into step beside Kaoru as you begin the walk back to your aunt's house. It only takes five minutes for your mind to demand answers to questions bouncing around your skull.

"So..." you start, trying to break the awkward silence casually. "How long have you been in-" you trail off unsure if you should say Shishitoren outloud.

Kaoru glances at you, his expression neutral. "A few years now," he says simply- understand your incomplete question.

Already you realize he's not going to be very forthcoming. "And you'll be watching over me now?"

"Yes," Kaoru replies. "I'll be nearby when you're out of the house, just to ensure your safety."

You bite your lip, wondering how to phrase your next question. "Does that mean... reporting back to Togame about what I do?" Kaoru's steps falter slightly, and he turns to look at you more directly.

“Yes.”He says flatly. It was blunt but at least he was honest about it. The idea of being constantly monitored and reported on makes you uneasy, but you understand the necessity of it given the situation.

"I see," you say softly. "Well, I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other then."

Kaoru gives you a small, reassuring smile. "Don't worry. I'm not here to interfere with your life, just to keep you safe. And I'm discreet."

You return his smile, feeling slightly more at ease. "Thank you, Kaoru. I appreciate that."

You walk in silence for a few moments, mulling over Kaoru's words. As you turn onto your street, a thought occurs to you.

"Kaoru," you start hesitantly. "What exactly did Togame tell you about me? About my... situation?" Kaoru's pace slows as he considers your question. His expression remains impartial, but you notice a slight hesitation before he speaks.

"Togame-san informed me of your connection to both Shishitoren and Bofurin," he says carefully. "He explained that you're under his protection, but that discretion is crucial."

You had figured that much, but you were curious what else he knew. "I see. And... what do you think about all this?"

Kaoru takes a moment to answer, his gaze thoughtful. "It's not my place to have an opinion," he says softly. "My job is to keep you safe and follow Togame-san's orders." You bite your lip, feeling a mix of frustration and understanding at his diplomatic response. As you approach your aunt's house, you decide to push a little further.

"But surely you must have some thoughts on it," you press. Kaoru is quiet for several moments, finally speaking as your aunt's house comes into view. When he speaks, his voice is measured and incredibly cautious.

"My personal opinion doesn't matter," he lingers for a moment "But if you're asking about the reality of your situation..." He pauses again, clearly getting uncomfortable. "It's complicated. Your connection to both sides makes you valuable, but also vulnerable."

You sighed- this was going nowhere. "Still not sure how." you admit.

Kaoru's expression softens slightly. "Just be careful," he advises. "And trust Togame-san. He knows what he's doing." You don’t bother to respond, you knew he would just repeat himself.

You reach the gate of your aunt's house, pausing before entering. "Thank you, Kaoru," you say sincerely. There was a good chance he only saw you as a job, but you couldn’t stand the thought of not getting to know him- a possible friend.

Kaoru nods, his posture straightening. "I'll be nearby for a bit until night patrol gets here, then back in the morning if you need to leave. Message me first. ” he pulled out his phone holding it up.

“Do you need my number?” You ask, starting to reach out for his phone. He smiled, shaking his head before you heard the sound of a picture snap.

“No, he gave it to me.” He pulled his phone back, not yet looking at you. You on the other hand- stare at Kaoru, extremely confused and frankly annoyed by the sudden picture without permission.

“Wait, why did you take my picture?” You squinted at him and the typing he was now doing on his phone.

“Drop off update.” He said simply. Drop off? Update? A drop off update was what he said but you had to say the words in your head several times to handle what he said.

“I’m not a child, he doesn’t need photo updates about my meals, and nap times.” Your anger only intensified as he shrugged with a soft chuckle.

“Well, those are my orders.” His stance shifted, a bit more guarded than seconds ago. You stare at him, frustration growing with his casual attitude about photographing you without asking until it bubbles over.

"Well, those may be your orders, but I don't appreciate being treated like a child who needs constant monitoring," you snap, your voice rising far too high for the sleepy neighborhood.

Kaoru's face shifts as well, becoming more serious. "I understand your frustration," he says calmly. "But this isn't about treating you like a child. It's about ensuring your safety and keeping Togame-san informed. That is my job, if I don’t do it- it's my head." His sentence ends in a slight hiss making you pull back the attitude quickly- you forgot, he didn’t have a choice.

You take a deep breath, calming yourself. "Sorry, I get that, I do. Just warn me next time, please?" Kaoru nods slowly, considering your words.

"You're right, I should have asked first. I apologize for that." he offered with a sheepish smile, you wondered how old he was. For a brief moment he reminded you of a younger cousin back in the states. Also getting away with mistakes by flashing a boyish smile.

You nod, accepting Kaoru's apology. "Thank you. I appreciate it." You pause, looking back at your aunt's house. "I should probably head inside. My aunt is probably worried."

Kaoru nods. "Of course. Remember, message me if you need to go out tomorrow."

You give him a small smile. "I will. Goodnight, Kaoru-kun."

As you turn to enter the gate, Kaoru's voice stops you. "One more thing," he says softly. You turn back to face him, an eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Togame-san asked me to remind you; no contact with your cousin or any Bofurin members without his approval first." It almost looked like it pained him to say those words to you, which was a small comfort.

You deflate upon being reminded. "Right. I remember." Kaoru's expression was hard to place, somewhere between pity and discomfort.

"It's for your own safety," He finishes with a wave before stepping out of view.You turn to enter your aunt's house, a pit forming in your stomach- your world felt so different from this morning.

You take a deep breath before entering your aunt's house, steeling yourself for the questions that are sure to come. As you step inside, you're immediately hit with the aroma of cooking food. Your stomach growls, reminding you that you haven't eaten since lunch.

"I'm home," you call out, your voice sounding small and uncertain even to your own ears.

There's a clatter from the kitchen, and then your aunt appears in the hallway, her face a mix of relief and annoyance. "There you are! Where have you been all day?"

You force a smile, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm sorry, Auntie. I got caught up with friends and lost track of time." The lie tastes bitter on your tongue, but you push through. "I should have called."

Your aunt studies your face for a moment, her brow furrowed. “It's alright, ah the carrots!” She motioned to the bags in your hand.

You quickly hand over the grocery bag, grateful for the distraction. "Yes, I got the carrots and daikon you asked for. And some eggs too, plus a few extras" Your aunt takes the bags, still eyeing you with concern. "Thank you. Are you hungry? I've made some soup." she says.

The thought of food makes your stomach growl audibly. "That sounds wonderful, Auntie. Thank you." You walk into the kitchen first, you can feel her eyes on you, studying your appearance. You try to keep your expression neutral, but you know your aunt is perceptive. She's bound to notice something is off.

"So, these friends you were with all day," she says casually as she ladles soup into a bowl for you. "Was it that young man who picked you up this morning?"

You smile a bit bitterly. “No actually. I went to shop with Kotoha-chan and ran into Toma.” That was the biggest understatement of events you’ve ever told. Your aunt nods slowly as she sets the bowl of soup in front of you. "I see. And how is Toma doing? Will he be visiting us soon?"

You feel a pang in your chest at the mention of Toma visiting- since it wasn't possible anymore. The memory of his hurt and betrayed expression in the tunnel floods your mind forcing you to blink tears away.

"He's fine," you say, your voice tight. "Busy with his friends, not sure when he’ll find time to visit."

Your aunt hums thoughtfully as she sits across from you. "And Togame-kun? Will we be seeing more of him?"

You pause, your spoon halfway to your mouth. How much should you tell her? How much can you tell her? "Yeah, most likely" you say carefully. "We're still figuring things out."

Your aunt's eyes narrow slightly at your evasive answer. "I see," she says, her tone making it clear she was not impressed by any of your answers.

You take a few bites of the soup, trying to figure out how to navigate this conversation without revealing too much. The warmth of the broth is comforting, but does little to ease the knot in your stomach.

"Auntie," you start hesitantly, "I know I've been distant lately. A lot has been going on, and I'm still trying to sort through it all."

Your aunt's expression softens slightly. "I can see that something's troubling you."

You nod, fighting back the urge to spill everything. "Nothing serious, Auntie. Sorry. It's just... complicated." You take another spoonful of soup, buying yourself a moment to think. "Togame and I, we're getting more serious. But there are some... challenges we're working through."

Your aunt's expression softens slightly at your words. "I see," she says, her tone gentler now. "Relationships can be complicated, especially when you’re young."

You nod, grateful for her understanding. "Yes, exactly. We're just... figuring things out."

Your aunt reaches across the table, patting your hand gently. "Well, make sure to inform your father at some point."

A forced smile masks the guilt gnawing at you for not being able to tell her the whole truth. "Thank you, Auntie. I will. I’m sure he’ll be happy about me finally dating."

As you finish your soup, your aunt stands to clear the dishes. "Oh, by the way," she says casually, "A friend of yours stopped by earlier looking for you. Kotoha, I think her name was?"

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of Kotoha. "Kotoha came by?" you ask, trying to keep your voice casual. "Did she say what she wanted?"

She shakes her head as she rinses the dishes. "No, just that she was looking for you. She seemed worried. Said she'd been trying to reach you all day."

Guilt washes over you as you realize you never messaged Kotoha after leaving her. There was a strong chance she had heard about what happened with your cousin- with Togame.

"Oh," you say softly. "I should probably give her a call..." your mind coming to a halt as you realized you needed to reach out to Togame first. Your nerves began to fray at the seams- it was too much.

Your aunt turns to look at you, her expression concerned- which was rare. "Is everything alright between you two?"

You force a smile, nodding. "Everything's fine, Auntie. I just left her suddenly when Toma showed up.”

Your aunt nods, though she doesn't look entirely convinced. "Well, give her a call when you can. It's not nice to leave friends worried."

You nod, guilt eroding the will to eat your soup. "I will, Auntie. Thank you for the soup." You excuse yourself, heading up to your room. Once inside, you close the door and lean against it, letting out a long breath. The events of the day come crashing back, and you feel suddenly overwhelmed.

Pulling out your phone, you see several missed calls and messages from Kotoha. Your thumb hovers over her name, but you remember Kaoru's warning - no contact with anyone connected to Bofurin without Togame's approval first. If you opened her messages you knew your resolve would break entirely.

With a sigh, you open your messages with Togame instead- ignoring the “please call me” displayed in the most recent text from Kotoha.

"I'm home safe. Kaoru escorted me. Can I call Kotoha? She is worried.”

“Tomorrow with Kaoru,” Togame replies after a few minutes. You only stare at Togame's brief response, a mix of frustration and contempt washing over you. Needing Kaoru present for a simple phone call to Kotoha felt so invasive and unwarranted. There was no way you’d be able to keep this up for long.

With a sigh, you type out a reply: "Okay. Goodnight."

You wait a few moments, hoping he might say more, but no response comes and after 10 more minutes you give up. Feeling drained, you set your phone aside and flop onto your bed. You have class tomorrow and need to be awake for the pop quiz that always popped up around this time of the month. With one final frustrated groan you pull your blankets over your head and shut out the world.

Togame’s POV

Togame looked down at his ringing phone. He can't help but grin from ear to ear as he sees Hajime Umemiya's name on the caller ID. It had been several hours since he told Hiragi to have Hajime call but it was worth every second.

He nearly purred upon opening his phone “Yooooo Ume-chan,” It wasn’t surprising at all when a shallow reply reached back through the speaker.

“Togame Jo,” Hajime said flatly. A cheeky grin spread across his face as a chuckle rumbled in his chest, Hajime was so uptight when backed into a corner.

“So cold.” Togame mocked back, enjoying the silence that followed his jab.

“What can I do for you?” He finally stated, eager to hear Hajime bitch about what was right and wrong about his actions today. Plus, Togame knew exactly what Hajime wanted but he was going to make him work for everything in this conversation, nice and slow.

“You know why I am calling Togame.”

“Can’t say I do,” Togame grinned at the wall, enjoying the game already.

“Toma’s cousin,” The fact he couldn’t bother to say her name irked him in an odd way but he didn’t bother to speak on it.

“What about her?”

“Give her back.” Ah, there it was. The proclamation that she didn’t belong to him was absurd- something he would correct for everyone. Togame’s fingers gripped his phone a bit harder than planned, the hinges creaking under the strain.

“No.”

“You can’t hold her prisoner!” Hajime nearly shouted, making Togame smile widened. He had a sinking suspicion that Hiragi shared the events of the tunnel very differently. Togame was happy to explain in detail how you had bent into him, seeking only his hand.

“Oh? Did Toma not tell you?” a boastful laugh “She’s mine. She proclaimed it for all to hear.”

“Togame, I’ve seen them. The marks.” For a moment Togame’s mind went blank. If Hajime had been in front of him pulling that disrespectful tone he would have been unable to deal with the onslaught that would come from Togame. He didn’t give a shit what people thought, with a singular exception being the idea that he would beat his woman.

“Marks?” Togame teased “Oh, the ones from our date? I assure you, she begged for those. Beautifully, might I add. Never heard sounds like that honestly, so eager for me.” A muffled silence stretched across the line. In the background distant shouting and a door slamming signaled the forceful departure of someone. Togame relished in it, imagining the furious expression on the Bofurin leader's face as one of his commanders lost their temper.

“Togame, stop this. He is her family, you can’t keep them apart.” Hajime declared "Plus she's an innocent civilian. You can't drag her into our world like this."

“I can,” Togame's grin widened, his voice dripping with mock concern. "And didn't Hiragi do just that by involving her with Bofurin? Introducing her to your men?" Another beat of silence, Togame could practically hear Hajime grinding his teeth.

"That's different," Hajime insisted but Togame ignored him. “I’m sure we could arrange visits,”

“She is not a toy to be shared Togame Jo!” The sound of a fist hitting something solid was music to Togmae’s ears.

“Glad that’s clear, never planned to share.” While that wasn’t entirely true, it was fun to make Hajime fight tooth and nail to maintain his air of calm.

Hajime's voice grew cold. "This isn't a game, Togame. You're playing with people's lives."

"Oh come now, Hajime-chan." Togame replied, his tone still light and mocking. "When has our business ever been anything but a game? One we both play quite well."

"She's not part of this business," Hajime growled. "Let her go."

Togame's smile faded, his voice turning serious. "No. She's made her choice, Hajime. She's mine."

"And if she changes her mind?" Hajime challenged.

Togame was quiet for a moment, considering. "Then she's free to leave," he said finally. "But we both know she won't." Hajime let out a frustrated sigh.

“Stop these games Togame Jo, what do you want?” His voice was strained, sounding nearly defeated.

“You could've started with that, it would have saved you a lot of time.” Immense joy fills Togame at another frustrated silence from Hajime, he would recall this conversation again and again any time one of Hajime’s brats got lippy with him.

“I want what I have always wanted, quads 3 and 4 and since you rudely implied I beat her, I think you should throw in quad 5 as an apology.” Togame knew would never get quadranter 5, but he was pissed off about the comment on her beautiful neck being anything but consensual.

“Not quad 5, you know-” Togame cut him off, joy burning away leaving him tired. “Yes, I know it's where your rich donors live. And?”

"No," Hajime spat out after a short pause, his voice tight. "Quads 3 and 4. But only for transport, no dealing on our territory." Togame smirked, pleased with how easily Hajime had given in.

"Agreed. I'll have my men draw up the paperwork." Well shit, that was fucking easy. He had thought Hajime would only give him quad 3, considering 4 was where Furin High School was nestled but he wasn’t one to shoot a gift horse in the mouth.

“One other thing Hajime, I want something small tacked on. A flavor, just a simple one- but when I ask you oblige.”

“Why would I offer you such an advantage?” Hajime sounded confused by the question, Togame knew it was out of left field but something about dating someone so close to Bofurin’s top circle made him realize he would need personal leverage at some point.

“No advantage. Just a simple favor, nothing that would harm you or Bofurin.” He offered with complete honesty, it would not be something he cashed in lightly, and it certainly wasn’t going to be used for anything outside himself.

“No, you would use it-” Hajime started and was quickly interrupted. “Fine, looks like our chat is over. Have a good night.” Togame took the phone from his ear, slowly closing the phone when he heard a muffled response from Hajime.

“Fine- a small favor in exchange for Hiragi Toma being able to visit her whenever he likes.” Hajime demanded, but Togame chuckled, astonished by the limitless request, he shook his head even though no one could see him.

"He can visit his cousin at her aunt's house only- when he likes." he countered. "If she's not there, he leaves. No exceptions." For a moment Togame was certain Hajime would fight him on this but it seemed there were more pressing matters to worry about than cousins hanging out.

"Agreed," Hajime said after a moment of hesitation. "But I want assurances of her safety, and wellbeing."

Togame rolled his eyes, though his tone remained light. "Come now, Hajime. You know I take good care of what's mine."

"That's what concerns me," Hajime muttered. "She's not a possession, Togame."

"No, she's not," Togame agreed, his voice softening for the first time. "She's far more valuable than that."

A sigh left Hajime's throat as he pushed on. "She is allowed to visit us when she likes," That nearly got a genuine laugh from Togame, Hajime couldn’t possibly think that would ever happen now.

"No."

"She needs unrestricted access to her family!" Hajime pleaded.

"It will be approved visits, and she will have an escort," Togame countered, his patience wearing extremely thin.

"Approved visits with an escort?" Hajime's voice was incredulous. "You can't be serious. She's not a prisoner."

Togame's tone was now strained, filled with annoyed disbelief. "I'm very serious, Hajime. This is non-negotiable."

"For her safety or your control over her?" Hajime challenged.

Togame's grip on the phone tightened again. "Both," his tone became vicious. "You are no fool Hajime, so cut the fucking good boy act. They all will know by tomorrow that Bofurin has a princess that is connected with Shishitoren leadership.” The possibility that something like that slipped Hajime’s mind seemed impossible, which left willful ignorance. That irked Togame more than it should have, so using the information he had pulled from her phone- he poked Hajime right in a nerve.

“How you’ve kept your sister so well hidden is impressive, but she can’t be tucked away in a cafe, not after all the spectacle.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Something in Hajime’s voice shifted instantly, it was dangerous. There was a clear threat without a declaration even being uttered.

“More games Hajime. Don’t worry! I pieced it together from her texts, no one else knows.” Which was true, he had not bothered to share that information with Choji, it was something only for Hajime and himself.

Hajime's voice shook with barely controlled anger. "You've been reading her texts?"

Togame laughed loudly, completely dumbfounded by such a civilian question. "Of course. Did you really think I wouldn't take precautions?"

Hajime spoke after several moments, his voice was low and dangerous- very much the man Togame was familiar with. “Who else knows about Kotoha?” Togame frowned, quickly becoming exhausted by the long exchange.

“Just me- as I said already. It will stay that way. Despite what you think, I don’t hurt women.” The tension in Hajime's voice eased slightly, but his breathing still sounded short as he calmed down. "See that it does stay that way. And Togame? If I find out you've hurt her in any way..."

"Is that all?" Togame asked, his tone bored now.

Hajime sighed heavily. "For now. But this isn't over, Togame."

"It never is with us." Togame replied with a smirk. "Always a pleasure, Hajime-chan." He ended the call before Hajime could respond, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. Things had gone better than he'd hoped. Not only had he secured access to key Bofurin territories, but he'd also managed to gain some level of control over Hajime Umemiya- an incredibly rare feat.

His phone buzzed with a new message. It read: "I'm home safe. Kaoru escorted me. Can I call Kotoha? She is worried."

Togame's brow furrowed slightly as he read the message. He knew she was likely feeling isolated and frustrated by the new restrictions, but he couldn't risk any unsupervised contact with Bofurin members just yet.

After a moment's consideration, he typed out a reply:"Tomorrow with Kaoru." Then cleared the notification from Kaoru’s chat as well, the photo had been cute but she clearly looked surprised- clear his loyal foot soldier forgot to mention that bit of information to her before taking a picture.

Togame stared at his phone, debating whether to add anything more to his message. Part of him wanted to offer some comfort, to reassure her that things would get easier. But he knew that would be a lie. The situation was complex and dangerous, and coddling her wouldn't do either of them any favors.

With a sigh, he hit send, leaving the message as it was. Short and to the point. He knew she'd be frustrated, maybe even angry, but it was necessary. Her safety - and by extension, the stability of his position - depended on maintaining control over her interactions with Bofurin.

Togame leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming thoughtfully on the armrest as he mulled over the conversation with Hajime. He'd achieved his immediate goals but he knew this was just the beginning of a complex dance.

Hajime's concern for her wellbeing wasn't entirely unfounded, Togame had to admit but that was why a guard was put in place- to avoid her getting hurt. Did anyone understand the position she was in? The situation they both pulled her into was dangerous, far more so than she likely realized. But Togame was confident in his ability to protect what was his. And make no mistake, she was his now - in ways that went beyond mere possession.

His phone buzzed again with her reply: "Okay. Goodnight." He frowned slightly at the curt response but figured tonight it was better left alone. They both needed to rest and deal with the consequences of the day alone.

Umemiya POV

Hajime Umemiya stared at his phone long after the call with Togame had ended, a mix of frustration and worry etched on his face. He'd known negotiating with Togame would be difficult, but the reality of the situation was even worse than he'd imagined. The concessions made for Hiragi’s family was more than he wanted to give, but the story recounted to him had made it difficult to think.

With a heavy sigh, he turned to face the others in the room. Toma Hiragi sat slumped in a chair, his face pale and drawn. The normally stern but energetic commander looked utterly defeated- eyes still red from his raging earlier. Beside him, Kotoha stood with her arms crossed, her expression a mix of anger and hurt.

"Well?" Kotoha demanded, breaking the tense silence. "What did he say?" While the conversation had started on speaker phone, the comment about her eagerness had sent Hiragi into a wild spiral, making Umemiya switch to a private chat.

Umemiya rubbed his temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache."It's complicated. But he's agreed to let Hiragi visit her at her aunt's house, but only there. And he's insisting on approved visits with an escort for any other contact."

"That's ridiculous!" Kotoha exclaimed, her voice rising in anger. "That’s just abuse- clear as day!" While he agreed, the declaration made Umemiya’s neck stiff- Togame was right, he wasn’t so different when it came to Kotoha. He wouldn’t say those thoughts out loud, but it was an all too familiar situation, even if his sister didn’t realize it.

Hiragi remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor. Umemiya could see the pain and guilt on the commander's face, his eyes reflecting an unspoken conversation. While Hiragi’s tears had stopped before the call started, they were still glazed with a pained fury unseen since the formation of Bofurin.

"I know it's not ideal," Umemiya soothed, trying to keep his voice strong for everyone. "But it's a start. We have to be careful not to escalate things further."

"Careful?" Kotoha scoffed. "He's the one who's gone too far! We can't just let him control her like this!" The strength his sister had was impressive but in this moment, he needed her to stop.

He held up a hand, silencing Kotoha's outburst. "I understand your frustration, but we need to think strategically here. Togame holds all the cards right now."

"Because we let him take her." Hiragi said quietly, his head still cast down.

Umemiya's expression softened as he looked at Toma. "We didn't let him take her, Toma. She made her own choice."

Hiragi's head snapped up, his eyes flashing with anger. "She didn't know what she was choosing! He manipulated her, used her feelings against her." he paused, eyes beginning to water again. “She has always been like this, even as a kid. So easily taken advantage of, always trying to make friends- even with local bullies.” His recount of path events did pull on the heart strings but Umemiya couldn’t like his friend feed into the delusions any longer.

"Perhaps," Umemiya conceded. "But the fact remains, she chose to go with him. We can't force her to come back if she doesn't want to."

"So we just abandon her?" Kotoha demanded, her voice cracking.

Umemiya shook his head firmly. "No. We look out for her as best we can within the constraints Togame has set. And we wait for an opportunity to help her, if she wants it."

Hiragi stood up abruptly, pacing the roof. "This is my fault.”

"No, Toma." Umemiya warned. "This isn't your fault. None of us could have foreseen this."

"I should have known," Hiragi insisted, his voice tight with emotion. "I should have realized something was off when she started acting strange and that fucking scarf. I should have protected her better." Umemiya figured Toma had seen some of the marks, glad it was confirmed now.

Umemiya sighed, understanding Hiragi's guilt but knowing it wasn't productive. "Blaming yourself won't help her now. We need to focus on what we can do moving forward."

“Move forward?! You saw her neck. I let it go because she seemed to be confiding in Kotoha but that was wrong too! He is hurting her, I know it! That foul shit he said on the phone...” he trailed off.

He held up a hand, his expression grave. "Toma, I understand your anger. But we have to be careful about making assumptions. Togame was... explicit about the nature of those marks." He grimaced, recalling Togame's crude boasting. "As distasteful as it is to consider, we have to acknowledge the possibility that they were... consensual."

Hiragi's face contorted in disgust. "You can't be serious. She wouldn't..."

"We don't know what she would or wouldn't do," Hajime cut in firmly. "She's an adult, Toma. And right now, she's chosen to be with Togame."

Kotoha, who had been listening silently, finally spoke up. "But what if she wants to leave and can't? What if she's scared?" Umemiya glanced at his sister, while he loved her with every fiber of his being, she was not helping.

“You heard me ask that, he said she was free to leave at any time.” While he hadn’t meant to sound annoyed, he was getting really tired of repeating himself. A voice piped up from the back, offering more kindling to the blazing fire around him.

Suo looked casual, a charming smile in place. “People often defend their abusers, it’s so common that it can be hard to determine a person’s true feelings.” The edges of his temper were beginning to flare- his jaw starting to click together as his muscles strained.

"You're right, Suo. It's a complex situation. We can't rule out the possibility that she's being coerced or manipulated in some way."

It was impossible to know if Togame Jo’s word was genuine but in all their years of business dealings Togame had never allowed the arrangements to be undermined, and always transparent about his methods. If Umemiya was being honest, the entire conversation had seemed oddly truthful. If that was good or bad had yet to be decided.

He looked around at the concerned faces surrounding him. "We also wont jump to conclusions or take rash action. Togame was clear in his stance, and very capable of causing major damage. If we push too hard, we could make things worse for her."

Toma slammed his fist against the table, startling several people. Normally Umemiya would allow people to work out their frustration- this was becoming tedious- childish. Hajime Umemiya stood before Tome could begin ranting again, it was time to stop the roller coaster of emotions jumping from person to person.

“That’s enough. For now, the matter is settled.” he said to everyone then looked at his friend. “Go home, Toma. Take tomorrow off, I’ll call you later.” Umemiya made sure to look Toma in the eye, warning him to remain silent on the matter going forward. The room fell into an unstable silence. Toma's jaw clenched as he stared back at Umemiya, a storm of emotions swirling in his eyes. For a moment, it seemed like he might argue further, maybe even fight, but then his shoulders slumped in defeat- his body losing all its volume.

"Fine." Hiragi said, his voice tight with barely contained frustration. "But this isn't over. I won't abandon her."

Umemiya nodded, his expression back to normal. "I know, Toma. None of us will."

As Hiragi turned to leave, Kotoha stepped forward. "Wait, what about me? Can I still try to contact her?" Umemiya hesitated, weighing the risks.

"For now, it's best if you don't reach out directly. We don't want to give Togame any reason to tighten his control further." He didn’t feel much better than Togame as finished speaking. While he had no intention of looking at his sister’s phone, it had crossed his mind to have Kotoha block her friend's number for a bit. However the look at her face made him instantly put the idea aside.

Kotoha's face had fallen, water lines beginning to fill, but she nodded reluctantly. "I understand. But if she reaches out to me..."

"Then be careful," Umemiya warned. "Don't say anything that could be used against her or us. And let me know immediately." Kotoha looked over her brother's features, looking for something, but he was in no mood to provide more reassurances. With a final questioning stare Kotoha left, following after Hiragi. The rest of them stayed, waiting for more orders- a small reprieve.

Umemiya waited for a moment, making sure Hiragi and Kotoha had left completely before addressing the remaining members. His expression was grave as he surveyed the room.

"This situation with Togame and Hiragi's cousin is delicate," he began, his voice low and serious. "For now, no one is to approach or contact her without my explicit approval. Is that understood?"

There were nods of agreement around the room, though some looked uneasy.

Sakura spoke up "If she reaches out to one of us for help I’m not telling her no." his usually standoffish demeanor replaced by one of angry concern which Umemiya found a bit usual but smiled at nonetheless. Sakura had always had a soft spot for the broken, lost, and hopeless. It was one of the reasons Umemiya kept him so close, it reminded him of the early days when his days weren't about keeping a huge organization running- it was about helping others.

Umemiya took a breath, fully considering Sakura’s words."If that happens, inform me immediately." Was all he could offer. It wasn’t like he would leave her to the wolves, but when someone walks into the deep dark forest alone, there was only so much sympathy to be had.

"Look," he began, his voice firm but not unkind. "I know you're all worried about her. But we have to be smart about this. Togame isn't just some thug - he runs Shishitoren. If we make one wrong move, it could have serious consequences not just for her, but for all of Bofurin."

He paused, letting his words sink in. "Right now, our priority has to be maintaining the balance we've struck with them. We can't risk open conflict over one person, no matter who they are."

Sakura's brow furrowed. "So we just leave her with that bastard?”

Umemiya nodded slowly, using his remaining energy to maintain a level head. "Yes, Sakura, you do. And if there's genuine evidence that she's in immediate danger, then of course we act. But right now, we don't have that evidence. What we do have is a very delicate political situation."

He paused, choosing his next words carefully. "Shishitoren provides us with significant income, and stability at our largest border, plus several other things I don’t have time to explain."

Umemiya's words hung heavily in the air. The remaining Bofurin members exchanged uneasy glances, clearly torn between their loyalty to the organization and their concern for the lost princess of Bofurin. Sakura opened his mouth as if to argue again, but Suo placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head slightly. Sakura's jaw clenched, but he remained silent- taking a step back.

"I need all of you to trust me. ” Umemiya said with a small smile, still preening over the man Sakura was becoming. While he wanted his subordinates to listen, having a bunch of dead brain followers was never his goal. They all nodded allowing him the opportunity to prove he was a good judge of character- at least he hoped.

Once everyone was gone Umemiya walked to the edge roof, staring into the darkening skyline. The cool air was a welcome feeling after taking in everyone’s strong emotions. It wasn’t lost on Umemiya that he couldn’t properly comfort them, but false hope was incredibly dangerous.

Bofurin territory was huge, it had become a beast he needed to wrestle with constantly. The constant gnashing of hungry mouths, cries for protection from those outside his walls, and the start up gangs always poking at his borders was overwhelming at times. All that while maintaining a moral high ground was absurdly difficult, but he would carry it- so they didn’t have too.

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