#i had to double stack in order to get everything to fit

[zuko-always-lies]

Why we can’t take Azula’s speech to Long Feng entirely seriously

“The Crossroads of Destiny”:

Long Feng: Now comes the part where I double-cross you. Dai Li, arrest the Fire Nation Princess. (The Dai Li do not respond. Long Feng turns to them, frowning, and points at Azula) I said, arrest her. (looks back and forth at the agents and loses his patience) What is wrong with you?! Azula: It's because they haven't made up their minds. They're waiting to see how this is going to end. Long Feng: What are you talking about? Azula: I can see your whole history in your eyes. You were born with nothing. So you had to struggle and connive and claw your way to power. But true power...the divine right to rule...is something you're born with. The fact is, they don't know which one of us is going to be sitting on that throne and which one is going to be bowing down. But I know. And you know. (Long Feng begins to sweat. His face is full of hesitation and uncertainty. Azula sits on the Earth King's throne and crosses her legs.) Well? (Long Feng is now truly frightened. Beads of sweat roll down his face as his mouth hangs open, speechless. Azula stares at him cold and intently. Long Feng closes his eyes and drops his head, realizing that he has lost. Long Feng steps forward and bows before Azula.) Long Feng: You've beaten me at my own game. Azula:Don't flatter yourself. You were never even a player.

I’ve seen a lot of hay made of this speech recently, as some sort of “true insight” into Azula’s character. However, on closer examination, it becomes clear that not everything stacks up and it’s an unreliable source at best.

First, it’s very clear that Azula is laser targeting a psychological weakness she’s identified in Long Feng, in order to convince him to give up without a fight. She knows that Long Feng is extremely insecure about his low background, so she calls attention to it and contrasts it with her own royalty. The speech isn’t a flex, it’s a tactic. And the thing is that Azula is a) extremely good at lying and b) would say whatever she thought would convince Long Feng to give up under these circumstances. In this kind of situation, we can’t take anything she says as necessarily representing her own beliefs at all.

Next, we should turn to what Azula actually says. She actually doesn’t contrast being Fire Nation royalty with being lower class Earth Kingdom. She contrasts being royalty, period, with being lower class, period. Her point was not that Long Feng does not have “the divine right to rule” since he isn’t Fire Nation royalty. Her point was that he doesn’t have “the divine right to rule” since he isn’t royalty. Theoretically, her “divine right to rule” would also apply to King Kuei, to Chief Arnook, and to Princess Yue. The reason that Long Feng doesn’t possess it is because he’s not a Earth Kingdom royal.

Now we turn to another piece of the puzzle. Where does the rest of her family fit into Azula’s “divine right to rule”? Does it apply to only her and Ozai, or to the whole Fire Nation royal family? Well, as a matter of fact, very shortly afterwards Azula takes home Zuko and gets him back in favor, reintegrating him into the royal family. Considering that Zuko would arguably be higher in the order of succession than she was, this makes it clear that Azula believes that the royal family as a whole possesses “the divine right to rule.” 

Now we reach an interesting question: is “the divine right to rule” limited to royalty? The class system of the world of Avatar is not only commoners and royalty. The Fire Nation, the Earth Kingdom, and probably the NWT possess an aristocracy in an intermediate position. Does the aristocracy possess a right to rule, in the speeches theory? Would Long Feng be fine taking over if he came from a noble background rather than a commoner one?

We don’t know. However, there is some fascinating evidence of Azula literally granting her friends royal symbolism, which is a rather radical step in an extremely hierarchical society to say the least. Does she think that Mai and Ty Lee possess the “divine right to rule,” too? Considering she approves of Zuko’s relationship with Mai, a relationship that would add Mai to the royal family, maybe she does. Ty Lee and Mai are Fire Nation nobles, after all.

#Azula #Azula meta #Long Feng #Mai #Ty Lee #don't take everything Azula says entirely seriously

[filled-with-fat]

Ben + Oscar💜💜💜💜

Benedict Lockheart-Smith goes to Burnage Graduate College for boys, an all-boys graduate college in Manchester, England. Ben is 5ft11, stoutly built, blue eyes, light brown/blonde hair and a chubby red face. He’s teased at school for being fat, they say “it’s Ben, he’s fatter than all other men!” …even though he’s only really got a slight overhang and weighs in at an unexciting 170lbs. But he assures me he wants to get fatter. I’m Oscar, I also go to Burnage Academy for boys, in Manchester. I’m fit, well I would say so at least. I’m 6ft1, dark brown hair, brown eyes, an tabletop build. Why hang-out w someone like Ben? He’s fat. And he wants to be fatter. And fat, well it just turns me one, everything about it, I want it, I want to control someone who is overtly obese. Ben could be just that.

Ben lives 5 minutes away from my flat. I walk with him every morning to school. I meet him outside his house; he’s always in that school shirt that’s too tight, each week his belly looks even tighter in it, his parents can’t afford to keep up with his excessive weight gain. We walk to school, I walk, he waddles profusely trying to keep up with me. Schools a 10 minute walk away, we pass the same McDonald’s every morning. I always pay for Ben’s order, he’s already had breakfast, his parents don’t know he’s now having a second. He always gets 2xEgg McMuffins and a pancake stack, a large coke and bacon strips. He’s already eaten it all by the time we get to school. At break, I present to him my backpack , filled with chips, sweets, doughnuts, we spend the 30 minutes in the lockerooms, shoving calorific snacks into his rotund belly. He loves it. We have one lesson together, Geography, we don’t sit next to each other; there’s a seating plan. He sits 2 spaces infront of me, next to a girl called Olivia. Every lesson I love to observe the disgusting looks she gives him as my boy tries to wedge his gut and ass past her into his seat. It excites me. Of course I mess around with my mates all lesson at the back of the class, we do no work.

At lunch, we pile his plate up in the refectory. The food is disgusting and inedible, yet Ben eats it, and goes up for seconds, sometimes even thirds. The kitchen staff love him. He’s starting to take up two seats on the bench, which excites me greatly.

After school, we walk home. A different way, this time past a BurgerKing, he gets his usual, a Bacon Double Cheese XL, a Chicken Royale Cheeseburger and crispy chicken, 2x bbq dips and xl fries. I pay for it of course. His parent don’t know he’s getting all this calorific food. We eat in this time. I sit next to him in the booths, I rub bens belly, I open the middle button on his seriously stretched shirt, there’s a red mark in his flab from the button, I rub his fat belly, hoping it will help the food go down quicker, my favourite is when I kiss him when he’s still eating. Of course we get many stares from the people at Burger King. We then walk home, sometimes he comes over to mins, sometimes I go over to his, I always give the remainder of sweets from my bag, I’ll have restocked them by tomorrow.

At his, we go upstairs, to his rooms. I unbutton the rest of his shirt, the last button pops under the force of his flab. I unzip his trousers, pressing my fingers into his fat pad to stop the zipper getting stuck. I help Ben pull them off. He waddles over to the bed, where all the sweets and snacks are laid out. He’s eating all of them now. I watch as Ben easts his way further into obesity. I want him fatter. I want each one of his gluttonous rolls to fill with lard.

#fat as fuck #fat #fat moobs #fat piggy #fat arms #fatboy #gay fatty #fat tummy #immobile #immobile feedee #too fat to move #fatty #big fatty #gay gainer #make me huge #death feederism #death feedist #huge butt #gay jock #college jock

[bludhavents]

Muffin Crumbs

pairing: Argyle x reader

summary: You work at the bakery next to Surfer Boy Pizza, and your routine with Argyle proves to be extra fun one night.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smoking, cursing. fluff!!

based on this request

Every evening at closing time, you were required to throw away the leftover pastries and other baked goods from the day. Your boss insisted that they would be too stale to serve the next day, and apparently giving them to the homeless shelter was a violation of some health code. You understood the need for freshly baked goods-- what you didn't understand was why there had to be so much waste at the end of each shift.

But you carried on tonight just as you did every other evening: You closed the shop, turning the sign on the door and stacking chairs on top of the small café tables that were marked with rings of condensation from the customers' coffees. Everything was properly wiped down, the leftover baked goods were in their trash bag, purposely separated from the actual bag of trash that you'd already taken out to the dumpster.

The bag of baked good would be given to your best friend and fellow waste-hater, Argyle. Since you started telling him about how many pastries you threw out, he'd insisted that you just give them to him instead. And it became routine. At the end of your shifts, you'd both meet behind the stores and you'd exchange the bag of baked goods for a botched pizza order. It was a happy, balanced, and all-around beautiful routine that the both of you had composed.

When you opened the back door, you saw Argyle already leaned up against the back door of Surfer Boy's Pizza, a bright smile on his face when you stepped out.

"What've you got for me today, my friend?" He walked over to you excitedly, trading you two pizza boxes for the bag of assorted donuts and strudels.

"Some kinda pop-tart thingies, donuts, kolaches, and I think there's a few muffins in there, too," you answered happily. The pizza boxes he'd handed you today were still warm, very unlike usual. "These are burning my arm."

"Oh yeah, sorry 'bout that. I messed 'em up on purpose so I'd have something to give you, man. Everyone decided to be on their game and perfect their craftsmanship today for some reason," he said as the two of you sat next to each other on the curb just like you always did, carrying on an easy conversation to decompress after your tiring day.

He reached into the bag and pulled out a blueberry muffin, dramatically falling over onto your lap after his first bite. His hair was splayed across your legs as he stared up at you hazily.

"Jesus, man," he groaned. "This is fucking delicioso. What's in this? Heaven?!"

"I've never tried it, actually." He held his hand up and you took a bite from the muffin, blinking hard at the otherworldly taste that entered your mouth. He was right, it had to have been Heaven.

"Man, you got crumbs all over me!" He complained, turning away from you.

The words sent you into a fit of giggles, which only launched more crumbs out of your mouth and into his hair. It had you dying, clutching your stomach as you gasped for air and choked down the bite. Argyle stood up, shaking his head around like a dog to get all of the pieces from his hair. You were completely doubled over at this point, weakly gripping onto the curb to keep you from lying out flat on the asphalt as you laughed hysterically at him.

"A-Argyle!" You struggled to regain your composure. "I'm so sorry."

"It's kind of hard to believe your apology when you're laughing the whole time, man!" He shouted through a mouthful of muffin. "Got me stressed out, man. Shit, this muffin is bangin'."

You watched him pull a joint from the pocket of his pants, and he offered it to you. You nodded, licking your lips and letting him place the joint between them. He raised the lighter and held it to the end, igniting the weed for you and taking his spot beside you once again. You hit it and passed him the joint, shifting so that your head was resting in his lap, eyes fixed on the night sky above.

"Isn't Surfer Boy's still open?" You asked, dragging one of the pizza boxes across the ground to your side. Argyle reached over you to grab a slice, not thinking before he placed the joint in your lips to free up his hand space.

"Yes, we are." He took a big bite of the pizza. You felt a goofy grin make its way onto your face at the sight of him-- pizza slice in one hand, muffin in the other, and smoke from your exhale floating up into his face.

"Should you be smoking on the clock?" Despite your concerned words, you still raised the roll to his face and held it there, his lips brushing lightly against your fingers as he took a drag. He turned to look down, smiling sweetly at you before blowing the smoke back into your face. You coughed, instinctually catapulting yourself onto your feet and swatting at the air around you.

"I always smoke at work, man. Part of the job." He shrugged it off, but his eyes widened at the sight of you taking a huge drag of the weed, moving back to him and getting right in his face. "No, man! You got crumbs on me, I exhaled on you. We're even. Do this and it's full on war."

You scrunched your nose at him, but complied, blowing the smoke straight up into the air instead, and laughing at the way it sparkled under the dim lights of the alley.

"Fine." You sat next to him, taking another drag before holding it to his mouth again. "I like doin' this. It's therapeutic. Helps me reach my Zen. My nirvana. My purgatory."

"Word," Argyle agreed, nodding slowly along with your statements. "I think it's the muffins. They really bring out a different side of me, man."

"I think it's the Purple Palm Tree Delight." You leaned your head on his shoulder and inhaled the smoke again, tapping out the ash onto the cement.

"It'll do that do ya." He didn't make you lift your arm to help him. This time, he bent down on his own accord, wrapping his lips around the joint and breathing in deeply. "Sweet stuff."

You hummed, reaching down to grab a slice of pizza from the box. It was still warm-- the cheese pulled when you lifted the slice, and the both of you freaked out over it.

"Dude! Did you see that cheese pull? That was easily top 10 cheese pulls in the world!" You exclaimed, shaking Argyle by the arm. His jaw was wide open, eyes fixed on the slice in your hands.

"Wow, man!" A large smile broke onto his face. "If Jonathan was here with his fancy camera, he would've totally taken a picture of that. Definitely going in the record books."

"Pizza made by Argyle, cheese pull done by Me," you said dramatically, waving your hands in the air to emphasize your enthusiasm. "We are champions, good sir. Champions!"

Argyle smiled widely, slinging the arm holding pizza around your shoulders and whooping loudly into the night sky, followed by laughter from the both of you that lasted a lifetime.

#argyle x reader #argyle x you #argyle fluff #argyle x fem!reader #argyle x y/n

[anderwhohn]

@bloodiedbiotic || semiplotted starter

The sheer relief of seeing Blair up and fighting again after the incident on Mars was enough that Isabela doesn't even think when she practically launches herself at her older sister despite her tactical cloak not yet having worn out, forgetting for the moment the only ones keyed into it for tracking her movement are the pair of turians on her own six as she practically wraps herself around Blair just a second before the cloak shimmers and dissipates.

"Don't ever leave me like that again," Izzy mutters quietly, barely holding back the sob wanting to escape her.

In the weeks since Blair was injured by the Cerberus mech, Izzy's had to deal with Alenko throwing a fit over Hackett appointing her as the de facto commanding officer of the Normandy until Blair recovers, dealing with the Council, having Sparatus blindside her by his appointing Nihlus as her Spectre mentor for immediate training as the second human Spectre, rescuing Palaven's primarch, double checking the mech's hardware after EDI took it over, helping EDI calibrate the mech for combat situations, dealing with even more politicians in the war summit, stopping Cerberus from blowing up Tuchanka with a turian doomsday bomb, taking out a Reaper with the mother of all thresher maws, curing the genophage, securing an alliance between turians and krogan, quietly being appointed as a Spectre so that she can continue to work mostly from the shadows, saving Jack and her biotic students from Cerberus, nearly getting abducted by Cerberus herself, and now trying to stop a coup staged by Cerberus with Udina as a puppet while chasing an assassin to keep him from killing the Council. To say she's a bit overwhelmed and stressed would be an understatement of the century.

As a three fingered hand comes to rest on her shoulder, Izzy looks up at Nihlus as he squeezes in silent reassurance before looking around at the damage caused by Cerberus. "We need to push forward - the Council is still in danger," he notes gently, a quiet apology for interrupting their reunion tinging his dual tones.

Izzy frowns, but nods slowly, holding onto Blair more tightly for just a moment before finally letting go, pulling herself back together in order to get through the rest of the mission. "Just so you know, you've got a stack of paperwork piling up on your desk," she says with a pointed look at her sister. "I figured my saving the galaxy for you in the meantime was more than enough. You get to handle the reports."

Though she knows Joker at least did most of the actual work with those after getting Izzy to tell him about each mission in an informal debrief, leaving it mostly to Blair to just sign off on everything. But she's feeling petty enough to not mention that in light of all the political bullshit she had to endure to get this far.

#bloodiedbiotic #dreams of elsewhere ( ic ) #engineering death ( isabela shepard ) #altverse || the kids with the big big plans ( shepard ) #blair shepard || bloodiedbiotic ( shepard ) #against insurmountable odds ( closed starter ) #//left it vague on the exact moment during the coup that they meet up #//but at least now this is a thing

[gachadiy]

DIY CD - Part 3

CD Tutorial directory // Part 1 (burning the CD) // Part 2 (designing booklet & cover) // Part 3 (printing & assembly) - here

Printing

Check the options at your local print shop services, but my only option for double-sided prints (I’m pretty sure…) was regular old document copy prints. The quality was way nicer than my printer would've gotten, and they're a little stiff & matte for that nice professional feel.

Also, a good Step 0 would be to order a test print - two pages, double-sided, with a ruler (maybe use an image of a ruler and fit it to measure the 11 inch edge) - to make sure it'll flip on the long edge and not the short edge, and to see if the image will be resized at all before printing. Mine shrunk and my stuff didn't quite fit.

Check the print size (ex. 8.5 by 11 inch) and make a new art document with these dimensions and the same dpi you used for everything else (if you used my templates, that’s 350dpi).

Copy & paste each layer over from your back cover and booklet documents into this new document. Put them all in a folder, and with the folder selected, drag them all to the center (the more bleed you add to the edges, the less centered you have to be, but be a precise as you can).

To create the actual printable document (since I needed a .doc or .pdf to have multiple pages), I exported each page/layer as a .bmp, then inserted them into a Word document (with text that was just . every 30 lines or so to make sure I had enough pages). Right-click on each image, and under Wrap Text, choose In Front of Text, and uncheck Move With Text / choose Fix Position of Image. Move & resize it to take up the entire page, exactly. Make sure they’re in the right order. If you’ll be printing double-sided on the long edge (I think this is usually the case), rotate every other page 180 degrees.

Assembly

Again, Crafter In Training covered this, but I have some notes:

I recommend finding something smooth and round - a dowel, sharpie, or anything rounded - and using that to smooth out the fold in your booklet instead of your fingers. It’s straighter and cleaner that way.

I didn’t end up needing tape? I’m not sure what I did differently from the tutorial but i just stacked them all together and folded it down the middle and I was able to hold it together myself. Maybe this was hubris and I shouldn’t be telling you this but it worked fine for me, so.

If your stapler doesn’t open and can’t reach to the center of your booklet, use the stapler very lightly to mark where the holes would be and punch holes in them with a pin. (Pretend there's the front & back cover showing here, I ended up pasting mine on after because printing problems)

[Alt text: closed booklet with faint dots on the spine from where the stapler was used, then a pin being pushed through the spine center on the front of the booklet]

Then you slide it all together, and you're done! I didn't make a spine cover, but I would have just attached it with double-sided tape (weakened with your arm like in the tutorial video, probably). Also my back cover is off, because I didn't get a test print to check for shrinkage, and I didn't bother trying again lol.

#enstars #diy #diy tutorial #cd tutorial #this was SO fun but i dont want to be doing it anymore so you get my somewhat janky version #when i get around to making other CDs ill update these posts with better pictures

[traceemerald]

-December 27th, Factory Tyrant's Journal, Entry 17-

Since I'm completely out of charged quartz, I'm starting today with a mining trip.

This mining trip resulted in 1 stack plus 55 iron ore, 45 gold ore, 20 diamonds, 10 emeralds, 5 stacks plus 16 coal, 1 stack plus 18 lead ore, 59 silver ore, 10 nickel ore, 3 uranium ore, 14 cinnabar ore, 7 stacks plus 8 redstone, 2 stacks plus 28 lapis, 2 stacks plus 29 electrotine, 2 stacks plus 21 sulfur, 8 tanzanite, 4 rubies, 4 rare earths, 15 order crystals, 7 earth crystals, 11 nether quartz, 5 certus quartz, and 4 charged quartz, I also found a mineshaft, but didn't explore it.

Having lots of mods makes lots of things generate underground.

Anyway, I'm going to make something that should have been the first thing I used fluix crystals for, that being a charger (AE2).

The charger has one purpose, and that is to convert regular certus quartz into charged certus quartz, I'm not sure why I didn't think to make one before.

After making a charger, I made an ME crafting terminal, which is the last thing I need to make a digital storage setup.

My new storage system looks like this.

The thing on the left is an ME drive, in the middle is an ME controller, on the right is the crafting terminal I just made, and on the far right is an iron chest for storing iron storage boxes.

I don't want to store storage boxes of any kind (or really anything with lots of NBT data) in my digital storage, because according to Iskall85 in his Vault Hunters 1.16 YouTube series if you store too much data in a single tile entity it can corrupt your world, and I'd like to avoid that.

Anyway, here's what the crafting terminal interface looks like.

The interface lists all items in storage, includes a search bar (which I've set to sync with my JEI search bar in the bottom right), and allows for multiple sorting modes (alphabetically, by item quantity, or by mod ID).

I don't think I can fit all my items in here, so I'm going to work on getting 2 4K storage cells, which can each hold 4kb, but can still only hold 63 types of items.

4K storage cells crafted, and now I can put everything in digital storage (except for my 7 full storage boxes of cobblestone that I have outside of digital storage).

Now that my digital storage is set up (and all the iron chests I had have been cleaned up), I can focus on other things without having to manually look through chests for stuff.

The next thing I want to do is start moving my IC2 machines up to power tier 2, but the tier 2 versions of my machines all require steel, which I can't make just yet, so I'm going a blast furnace (Railcraft), which turns iron into steel (it does not smelt ores at double speed like the vanilla 1.14 blast furnace).

I need a decent amount of nether bricks to make a blast furnace, and although I have enough netherrack to make enough nether bricks, it does still take time to smelt.

I actually made 2 blast furnaces, because (just like the coke oven) they're slow.

Unlike coke ovens, blast furnaces actually require fuel, though they can accept any fuel a furnace can (I'll be using charcoal because my arboretum is making more wood than I know what to do with).

Each steel ingot takes 64 seconds to make, and each piece of charcoal lasts 16 seconds, so it takes 4 charcoal to make 1 steel ingot (and 1 ground blast furnace slag, which is used for high speed tracks that I don't plan on using).

Now that I have steel production, the first machine I'd like to upgrade is my electric furnace.

The tier 2 version of the electric furnace is the induction furnace, which can process up to 2 items at once, and will also gradually heat up while running, which increases smelting speed.

The induction furnace will cool down while not in use, and I think if heat reaches 100% it just caps there and doesn't cause the machine to explode or stop working.

The main problem with it is that it's a tier 2 machine, so it's not getting enough power, so it's constantly switching between being shut off because it doesn't have enough power to run and running because it has enough power to do so for a few milliseconds, this basically just means that it's running slower than normal.

This also means that it's constantly playing its shutdown noise, which isn't exactly pleasant to hear on an infinite loop.

To solve this issue, I just made 2 more geothermal generators, I'm sure my pump setup can handle it.

Anyway, I'll wait until next time to upgrade my other machines.

-End Journal Entry 17-

#minecraft #tekkit classic reloaded #journal entry

[thenewkitsune]

I guess the next post will be the stereotypical beach ‘episode’ XD. As usual, it’s very rough and I’m working on it. Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment!

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“So Jeremy tells me you’ve been spending a lot of time with Leena. That’s great to hear! So here’s what I’m thinking...We should go on a double date!” Ashlynn gushed while Katherine sorted a pile of books on the desk. She looked up at the suggestion.

“I don’t know if we’re technically dating, but...that sounds like fun. And knowing you, you already have something mostly planned, right?” Kat asked as she looked back to the stacks of books in front of her.

“Of course I do! We’re going to the beach, but before that you and I are going shopping for new swimsuits.” It was said as an order, not a suggestion.

“I already have a-”

“Nope, nu-uh, nada! What you have is some little prim and proper old lady suit. We are going to change that. I’m thinking a nice two piece or-”

“Ash, I don’t think a two piece is my kind of thing. I’m not really comfortable-”

“Even if it means Leena won’t be able to take her eyes off of you?” Ashlynn said mischievously, causing Kat to pause for a second before a flush spread across her cheeks. “Exactly. Now...I know you’re off tomorrow so it will be the perfect time to go shopping. Then Sunday we’ll all go to the beach ready to show off our new suits. I’ll meet you at the mall at 10 tomorrow. And you better come prepared to step out of your comfort zone! I want to see Leena’s jaw drop!”

Katherine didn’t respond. She just placed her hands over her ears to hide how her blush had spread and gave an uncertain nod. She kind of wanted to see how Leena would react too.

Her hesitance had nothing to do with her being ashamed of her body and everything to do with her lack of general confidence. She knew her  body wasn’t terrible after all, she was in fairly good shape, ran daily, and often lifted weights in the gym. She was toned in all the places most women wished for, but all the negative comments from her ex had done a number on her confidence.

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“I’m not really sure what kind of suit I should get, Ash. I’ve been wearing one piece suits for so long that I’m not sure I can handle being in a two piece for very long.” Katherine mumbled as they entered their first shop, wringing her hands anxiously.

“That’s why I’m here, silly. To push you out of that comfort zone by making you try on suits you’d never try on if left to your own devices. And trust me, once you see Leena’s reaction, you’re not going to care as much about being ‘uncomfortable. Now,” Ashlynn stopped in the summer department opening her arms wide as she gestured to the swimsuits around them. “Find a few you would like to try. We’re going to find you one first, then I can focus on finding one for me.”

Katherine nervously looked around without moving before sighing. “I don’t know about this, Ash.”

“Everything is going to be fine, Kat. Come on, I’ll help you look. Ooh, this one is sexy and it will complement your eyes.”

“I don’t do sexy.” Kat responded flatly, warily eyeing the skimpy green strips of cloth trying to pass as clothing.

“You’re right, that one is a bit too much for your first foray into two pieces.” Ash looked around thoughtfully for a moment before her eyes lit up. “That’s it! It’s perfect!” She rushed over to another rack and grabbed two items, holding them up for Kat to see. “Modest, but still sexy. Not too bad, right?”

Katherine gave the new option a long look before nodding. “Yeah, that one doesn’t look too bad.”

“Perfect! I’ll find more in the same style and we can get to trying them on.”

It wasn’t long before Ashlynn was ushering Kat into a fitting room with several similar swimsuits, waiting excitedly outside the door for the reveals. The first one was not terrible. She did not feel overly exposed and had to admit the style looked good on her.

Ashlynn shook her head at it though and stated the color didn’t work with her skin tone. The same occurred with the second suit. But the third time was the charm with Ashlyn ecstatically bouncing up and down. “Girl, that is the one! You look hot and the color suits you. Leena’s reaction is going to be great!”

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Bright and early the next morning a loud knock pulled Katherine from her nervous pacing and picking at her shirt, thoughts shifting from debating going to change to subtle excitement at how Leena was going to react. She took a calming breath and went to answer the door after a quick once over in the hallway mirror.

She already had her swimsuit on, but had covered it with a loose yellow shirt and a pair of dark blue jean shorts. She opened the door and was greeted with a large smile.

“Good morning, Beautiful. How are you this lovely morning?” Leena asked, leaning in close with one arm braced on the doorframe.

Katherine fought the blush that immediately wanted to sprout on her face, but did not back away. From somewhere deep within her came a small burst of confidence or perhaps just bravery that had her leaning in closer to press a kiss to Leena’s nose, quickly backing away and heading back into her apartment as the burst ran out and the flush started to spread. She missed the matching blush that crossed Leena’s cheeks, the one that was instantly brought under control as the kitsune followed the tigress into the apartment.

Katherine glanced back as she reached the kitchen, taking in the younger woman’s appearance as she grabbed the backpack sitting on the counter. Leena was sporting a backwards ball cap, a fitted white shirt that did little to hide the colorful bikini top she wore underneath, and a pair of matching board shorts. It was a very her kind of outfit and Kat found that she was rather attracted to the look.

The thought had the flush on her face darkening and she ducked her head to hide it, pretending to add a few things to the large ice chest on the floor, but it did not go unnoticed. Instead, a sly smirk crossed Leena’s face as she silently closed the distance between them. She stepped up behind Kat and slid her arms around the tigress’ waist, pulling gently until Kat was standing straight and flush against Leena’s larger form.

“So I’m curious…” Leena started, trailing one hand slowly up Kat’s side. “You looked at me just now…” Leena’s hand reached Kat’s face, taking her chin and turning it so she was facing the kitsune who felt the fluttering pulse beneath her fingers. “And suddenly turned dark red. Where did your thoughts go, Kitten?”

Katherine swallowed thickly, not meeting Leena’s gaze as she took in the heat spreading through her from every spot they were touching.

“I-um-I-” She licked her suddenly dry lips and took a shaky breath. “I just...thought that you looked really good in that outfit. I like it.” She rushed out, voice getting softer with every word.

Not the answer she had been expecting, but Leena could run with that. She couldn’t help the grin that crossed her face, but she felt like pushing Kat a little further still. “I’m glad you like it. I like the honesty, but I’d like to see a little more than that.”

Emerald finally crashed with cerulean. “More?” Kat asked uncertainly, not really sure what Leena meant by those words.

“Yeah, I want you to show me. Show me that you like it.”

Katherine looked away, gaze darting around as she processed what Leena was saying. After a moment she shifted, turning in Leena’s grasp. Their eyes met again and although she saw nervousness, Leena also saw fire. That was all she was given the chance to see as Katherine reached up behind Leena’s neck to pull her into a deep kiss that quickly turned heated as Kat reached one hand up into Leena’s hair and tightened, using the little trick she had figured out turned Leena on.

Leena growled and gripped Katherine’s hips, pressing her up against the nearest solid object she could find, in this case, the counter as she nipped at Kat’s lower lip. This earned a gasp that Leena exploited by deepening the kiss for a moment before Kat turned away breathing heavily. Leena pressed her lips to Kat’s neck, trailing gently kisses down to the exposed clavicle, which earned a soft moan from Kat before pulling back.

Their eyes met again and Leena was proud to see the same heat she was feeling reflecting back at her. She gave a soft sigh, pressed a chaste kiss to Kat’s lips, and pulled away.

“As much as I would love to press you further, your brother would kill me if we don’t show up.”

Kat blinked a few times and chewed at her bottom lip, looking down after a moment. “Was I….Was I successful?”

Leena pulled away slightly, hands remaining on Kats hips and running her thumbs across the skin just beneath Kat’s shirt. “Successful?”

“At showing you that I appreciate what you’re wearing.” Kat replied softly, sliding her arms down from Leena’s neck.

“Kitten, if you were any more successful, I’d be cancelling this trip to the beach.” She pressed a kiss to Kat’s temple before moving to grab the handles of the cooler. “Let’s get going before I change my mind.”

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“Hey! You guys made it!” Jeremy called out as he approached his sibling and friend as they stepped out of Leena’s truck to grab the cooler.

It was noon by the time they arrived at the beach and the sun was high and hot. Jeremy had already shed his shirt and looked like he had just come out of the water. He gave Kat a one armed hug and a fist bump to Leena before grabbing the cooler and heading back to a pair of large beach umbrellas. The girls followed him with their own bags slung over their shoulders.

Several beach towels were already spread out under the umbrellas so Kat quickly took refuge out of the sun’s glare. Leena followed Kat, already digging in her bag for sunscreen as she sank to the ground.

“I came prepared this time, Jer. No lobster skin or extra freckles for me this time!”

“It only works if you remember to reapply it regularly.” He shot back, rummaging through the cooler to make room for the sodas he had brought. He glanced up at his sister with a mischievous grin, making her wary as he opened his mouth to speak again. “And I happen to have it in good confidence that a certain someone has a thing-”

“Shut up, Jeremy!” Kat burst out as she realized where Jeremy was going with that statement.

Leena paused in her digging to shoot a confused look between Kat and Jeremy, the latter of which was currently laughing at his sister’s reaction.

“Don’t worry. I’ll tell you later.” Jeremy stage whispered as he closed the cooler.

“You’d be wise to keep your mouth shut. I know secrets too.” Kat’s voice was soft, but it carried real threat. She met her brother’s gaze and cocked her head in question. Jeremy held his hands up in defeat with a grin and Kat turned her attention to the book she had pulled out of her bag before Jeremy opened his mouth the first time.

Leena was as confused as she was amused at the whole situation. She had never seen the siblings interact much nor had she ever seen Kat stand up for herself like that. There was a kind of confidence in the interaction that she wanted to see more of from Kat. For the moment though she pulled the sunscreen from her bag and leaned over towards Kat.

“So what is it you have a thing for?” She asked with a cheeky grin, not expecting nor waiting for an answer as she stood and stepped a few feet away to start spraying herself down with sunscreen.

“Something I’m not discussing at this time.” Kat replied, turning the page in her book without even looking up.

“Does that mean you’ll tell me eventually?” Leena continued, spraying down her legs before putting the container between her knees to pull off her shirt. She was unaware that she was being watched over the cover of a book, but another pair of eyes caught it.

Ashlynn sat up from where she was laying openly in the sun near the umbrellas, teasingly clearing her throat. She watched as Kat’s eyes widened, met hers, realized she was busted, and dropped down to her book. Kat’s face was red, but it didn’t stop her from shooting small glances in Leena’s direction, much to Ashlynn’s amusement.

Leena wasn’t as alone with feelings in this relationship as she had admitted to feeling. No, Ashlynn was quite sure of it that Kat was as attracted to Leena as Leena was to Kat. Kat just needed an extra little push it seemed. And maybe the reaction Leena would have could be that little push.

Leena finished spraying herself down and plopped back down next to Kat. “You didn’t answer me. Are you going to tell me eventually? Because your wording kind of insinuated that you would.”

Katherine just shrugged with a small smile. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

Leena groaned and leaned back on her arms. She immediately shot back up and leaned in close so that only Kat would hear. “I bet you don’t want to tell me because it’s something I can use against you, you know, to turn you on, something I haven’t figured out yet. Am I right, Kitten?”

Katherine’s face turned darker and she gently pushed Leena away with a shake of her head. “Now I’m really not going to tell you.” She mumbled as a response, earning a laugh and a teasing grin from Leena who just leaned back in.

“I’m going to take that as a yes and as a challenge.”

“Oh no, I didn’t challenge you. I did nothing of the sort.”

“But I’m taking it as a challenge. I intend to know by the end of the day, even if I have to tease it out of you.” Leena’s words held promise and Katherine wasn’t sure if she should be nervous or excited.

“W-What do you mean? What do you plan to do?” Kat asked hesitantly, book sinking to her lap.

Leena licked her lips and looked Kat up and down. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.” She replied, using Kat’s earlier words against her as she leaned in close enough for a kiss before pulling away. “This is going to be an interesting day.” She added, leaning in again to press a kiss to Kat’s cheek then standing.

“Come on, Jer, let’s get that grill set up. I’m hungry.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are. I can clearly see-”

“Don’t you start in on me now. I’d hate to have to kick your ass in front of your sister and your girl at the same time.” Leena called back jokingly as she headed over to where Jeremy was starting on the grill. Kat was unable to hear any further conversation between the two because at some point Ashlynn had pulled a set of wireless speakers out of seemingly nowhere and started playing music.

That was just fantastic, Kat grumbled to herself as she looked back down to her book. Now she couldn’t keep up with Leena and her brother’s conversation to ensure no secrets were spilled. She would rather prefer to keep from Leena that she had a serious thing for freckles.

“You are holding back.”

Ashlynn’s accusation came out of nowhere and led to Katherine glancing up with a confused expression. Ashlynn snorted and rolled from her back to her stomach, lowering her sunglasses to peer at Kat over them.

“Feelings for Leena. I saw it some yesterday with how you were easily swayed just by my mentioning Leena would like it, but I really see it watching you two together. She’s obviously into you and you’re almost as obviously into her. So where’s the problem?”

Kat grimaced and sat her book to the side, folding her hands in her lap so she could fidget with her fingers. “This isn’t a conversation I can avoid, is it?” She asked, giving a soft sigh when Ashlynn shook her head.

“I’m scared, Ash. She’s beautiful and wonderful and intelligent. I’m just me. She deserves someone better...But I’m also scared to let her go because I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’re selling yourself short as usual, Kat. You’re also beautiful, wonderful, and smart. You just lack the confidence to see it. And  you don’t have to worry about not knowing what to do, you’re overanalyzing. Just let things happen. It will all fall into place.” Ashlynn shifted into a sitting position and reached for a nearby bottle of tanning lotion.

“I’m not even completely sure that I’m gay. I don’t want to hurt her if it turns out that I’m not.”

Ashlynn just gave her an ‘Are you kidding me?’ look and started applying more lotion. “Sweetie, I’m not going to lie to you. But the way you look at her, you’re not straight. I’ve never seen you look at a man like that before and I’ve seen you drunk. So what I’m going to need you to do is for one, stop hiding how you’re feeling from her because she is scared of pushing you into anything and for two, to come help me apply this lotion to my back so I can tan evenly.” Ash finished with a grin, holding the bottle of lotion up for Kat to take.

Kat grabbed the bottle after a moment and started applying it to Ashlynn’s back.

“And I just thought of a third thing,” Ashlynn started again. “I need you to start being honest with yourself on how you feel because you're hiding from yourself as much as you are from her and that’s not healthy. She likes you and again, it’s obvious you like her as well so like Jeremy told you before, you need to give this an honest shot. Not for Jeremy, not for me, not for Leena, well, partially for Leena, but mostly for you. You need this.”

Kat didn’t say anything as Ashlynn turned to her expectantly. She just nodded in agreement and passed the suntan lotion back. Ashlynn seemed to accept the response and settle back onto her stomach in the sun. Katherine scooted back under the umbrella and pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on top of them as she lost herself in thought.

“Hey!” Leena called out as she walked back over to the umbrella set up. “We got the grill going, ladies. What would you like to eat first? Jeremy said that Kat packed hamburgers, hot dogs, and sausage.” She plopped back down next to Kat and reached for the cooler.

“Oh, also, Jeremy said he invited some more friends to join us so be prepared for that. They’re bringing stuff for a bonfire. More food too, of course.”

Kat stiffened slightly at the news. She had thought it was just going to be the four of them. That was going to put a damper on her plans to surprise Leena with her new swimsuit. She wasn’t sure about showing it off in front of other people yet.

“We don’t have to stay long if you don’t want to, Kitten. I know it’s not what we were told.”

Katherine looked up to see the concerned expression on Leena’s face, concern for her personal comfort. It was so thoughtful, just like Leena always was. It was her turn to be thoughtful, her turn to step out of her shell for once.

“No, it’ll be fine. The more the merrier, right?” She managed to respond and gave a small shrug. “Volleyball isn’t as much fun with just four players. Plus it will be nice to meet more of you guys’ friends.”

Kat was rewarded with a grin. “That’s true. So let’s bring Jeremy these burgers and go set up the volley ball net, Kitten.”

Katherine nodded and the pair headed to Jeremy’s truck to grab the net. Leena grabbed the two heavy tires leaving Kat to grab the light posts and net. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to reach to attach the net to the posts but she would help where she could.

They started setting up a good distance from the grill and the umbrellas, definitely out of hearing distance from the other couple. Leena was quick to set up her side of the net while Kat set up the post for the other side. Leena took the chance to help Kat, leaning in close and reaching over the tigress to attach the net to the post. Instead of quickly moving away though, Leena grabbed Kat by the waist and pulled her in closer.

“You sure you don’t want to leave early with everyone else coming? I know you’re not big on this kind of thing.”

Outside my comfort zone...Be honest with myself...Kat thought before making the decision to slide her hands up from where they rested on Leena’s arms to behind her neck. She ran her fingers through the loose strands for a moment before applying the pressure needed to pull Leena down to her level. Gently she brushed their lips together, much to Leena’s surprise, and pulled back.

“I’ll have you here with me so I think I’ll be okay.” She replied, making the move to back away but Leena’s grip tightened on her waist to hold her in place.

Leena pressed their lips together again, this kiss being a little deeper than the first. It brought a flush to Kat’s face but she did not pull away until Leena did.

“Yes, you will have me here, but if at any time you want to leave, I’ll do so without a fuss.” Leena said softly before starting to pull back and stopping. “That might have been the first time you initiated a kiss without the purpose of trying to distract me. That’s pretty exciting. I can’t wait to see what else you’ll try.”

Leena’s words were heated and they hit Katherine right in the stomach. If she didn’t put some distance between them and soon, the next kiss would be less innocent. So Kat pulled back with a nervous laugh, hands clenching at the bottom of her shirt. She bit her lip and met Leena’s gaze, it shone with amusement and it was at that moment that Kat realized just what kind of teasing Leena had meant by her statement earlier.

“I-um-I’m going to...sit back down.” She finished lamely before practically running back to the umbrellas, Leena’s soft laughter following behind her.

The sound of Ashlynn chuckling greeted her as she sat down and grabbed her bag, starting to search through it for her own sunscreen.

“Looks like the teasing has started, hm?” Ashlynn asked when she stopped laughing. “It had to have because I’ve never seen you hightail it out of a situation like that before.”

“Hush and help me put this lotion on without taking my shirt off. Two can play at that game…” Kat mumbled, pulling a bottle of particularly strong sunscreen from her bag.

“Oh! Are you planning something?” Ashlynn quickly scooted beside Kat who was already applying lotion to uncovered skin. “Let me help, what are you thinking? It would be amazing to see Leena knocked on her ass for once.”

“I’m not sure yet. I was going to think on it a bit. I just...I want to tease her back. I don’t know how to do it though.”

“That’s easy. You, your sexy new swimsuit, and little game of keep away. You are smaller, faster, and have more maneuverability than she does. So here is the plan...It’s going to take a bit of confidence, but I know you can pull it off.”

A few minutes later had Katherine walking back over to the volleyball net where Leena was idly bouncing the volleyball on her palms.

“You-um-Do you want a warm-up partner until your friends arrive? I mean, I’m not the best but I can hit it back and forth…”

Leena stopped, catching the ball on its descent and grinned over at Katherine. “Sure, Kitten. Why don’t you change first? It’s pretty hot out here not under the shade.”

Katherine paused on her way to the opposite side of the net. This was not how the plan was supposed to start. She took a deep breath, but she could run with it.

“Y-Yeah, I’m-um-I’m sure you’re right.” She replied as she collected herself and moved to the nearest tire post. Watching Leena out the corner of her eye so the kitsune could not sneak up on her the way she liked to do, Kat slowly removed her blue jean shorts. She took a moment to place her shorts on the tire, monitoring the way Leena was watching her.

The kitsune took a step towards her, but stopped when Kat looked up at her. Then while keeping eye contact, Kat dropped her hands and started to pull up her shirt. Leena’s eyes widened at every inch of bare skin that was revealed until Kat was left standing in just the suit shorts and the matching bikini top.

“Holy shit,” Slipped from Leena’s lips as she started towards Kat, ball dropping forgotten from her fingers. “Kitten, you look amazing. I -Hey!”

As soon as Leena was in reach, Kat snatched the hat from her head and darted out of reach.

“Let’s play a little game, shall we?” Kat said quickly, spinning the hat on her finger before slipping it over fiery curls. “You-um-You look like you want to touch...And maybe like you want your hat back...Well, if that’s the case, you have to catch me first.”

Leena was grinning, bouncing excitedly on her toes. “And if I catch you?” Her gaze drifted down and back up again, eyes darkening as they reached Kat’s face.

Kat tried to appear nonchalant as she shrugged, but she couldn’t hide her nervous little smile. “Your choice.”

Leena’s eyes lit up and her lips twisted into a mischievous smirk. “And if I don’t?”

“No more trying to figure out that secret.” Kat replied, kicking off her sandals and bouncing a few times in the sand. “Do we have a deal?”

“Hell yeah, we have a deal, Kitten. I just hope you’re ready to - RUN!” Leena made a wild lung towards Katherine, who dodged the move and took off with a grin.

Leena caught her balance and set off after the tigress, longer legs eating up the distance between them. She caught up to Kat, making another grab. Again Kat dodged and changed directions out of reach without losing speed. It caught Leena off guard and she ran a few more feet before she was able to stop and follow after Kat.

This happened three more times before Leena stopped to catch her breath, watching as Kat stopped a distance away with an amused grin.

“Giving up already?” Kat called out, hands on her hips and looking not in the slightest out of breath.

“No, no, not giving up! Just taking a breather...How do you move like that?”

Katherine didn’t answer, she just giggled and shrugged her shoulders.

“Hey, Lee, you realize she was the star of the soccer team throughout high school and college, right? Not many could keep up with her. Good luck with that!” Jeremy called out sounding rather entertained.

Leena groaned and stood straight, face determined. Kat was glaring at her brother and did not notice Leena’s movement.

“Stop giving out the secret to my success, Jer! Let me have th-” It was then that Katherine noticed Leena was running towards her full speed and she had no time to run away. She cursed under her breath and ducked under Leena’s outstretched arms, moving to jump out of reach but found a hand wrapping around her upper arm pulling her along as Leena tripped to a stop.

Leena ended up a tangle of long limbs that quickly sorted itself out without losing grip of Katherine. Once she had arranged herself into some semblance of order, she looked down at the pinned tigress. “Looks like I win, Kitten.” She whispered into Kat’s ear, sending a shiver down the tigress’ back and a blush across her cheeks.

“Yes, I suppose you have. Although I call shenanigans.”

“In any case, that means my reward is my choice. That was our deal, correct?”

“Yes, that was the deal.” Kat replied, not looking at the kitsune as she awaited the verdict.

“I have a few things in mind. First, I want a kiss, a good kiss. Second, I want to know the big secret. And the third part, well, I’m going to hold on to that one for a while.”

“I’m not sure holding on to a part is fair, but I guess since it was ‘your choice’ I’ll let it go.” Katherine mumbled, moving to take Leena’s hat off her head to return it. Leena grabbed her hand to stop her though.

“Nah, leave that on. It’s kinda hot seeing you wearing something of mine.” Leena said softly, trailing one hand up to lift Kat’s chin so she would meet her gaze. “You look stunning, Kitten. Absolutely stunning. My fingers are just itching to touch you, to draw you, to-”

The sound of wheels on gravel cut her off as two more trucks pulled up beside Jeremy’s.

Leena sighed before standing, pulling Kat to her feet as well. “Looks like everyone else has arrived. I’ll cash in that kiss later.” She said before brushing her lips across Kat’s cheek then heading towards the trucks to help out with the firewood.

Katherine looked after Leena for a moment before quickly moving to gather her clothes and returning to her spot under the umbrellas, pulling her shirt over her head. That was about as much confidence as she could muster at the moment so she reverted back to hiding behind her book while her brother greeted his group of friends.

#creative writing #sapphic #girls who like girls #my writing #I actually really like this scene

[booksandfantasies]

On the plus side I managed to rearrange my books so they all fit.

On the down side my bookshelves now look like this:

#i don't know they just look kind of a mess to me #i had to double stack in order to get everything to fit #books #my books #bookshelves #my bookcase #my bookshelves #bookcase #one good thing is i put my jennifer l armentrout books on the top shelf where they belong #i mean it's not horrible but it's far from ideal

[svu-ncis-criminalminds]

I'm Fine

Hotch x Female!Reader

The reader gets sick during a case and Hotch is worried about her. When she winds up getting Hotch sick as well, he figures being sick together is far better than being sick alone.

Words : 3,766

“Bless you,” suddenly a hand holding a tissue appeared in your field of view, and you accepted it while nodding a silent thank you before excusing yourself to the jet bathroom to blow your nose. You splashed a bit of cool water on your face and attempted to stifle your sniffling as you returned to your seat to continue the debrief.

“Sick?” Morgan asked, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow-raising while his eyes remained on the file he was holding.

“I’m fine,” The last thing you currently needed was anyone concerning himself over your heath - there was a case to be focusing on. Besides, you didn’t feel /that/ sick.

“You’ve been sneezing for nearly 48 hours.” Reid informed you, finger scanning the documents stacked in front of him, “Started dry coughing occasionally maybe 18 hours ago, you’ve been trying to suppress them, so when you do cough it sounds like it hurts.” You didn’t say anything, just shook your head, rolling your eyes and glancing away. Sometimes working with profilers suck. “If it’s the flu, you should feel worse within the next 24 hours.”

“Thanks a lot, doctor.”

“You’re welcome, actually, the cool thing about the flu is-”

“Reid, she was being sarcastic.” Hotch interrupted, “focus on the files.” He drew everyone’s attention back in, and the conversation left your current health status. Everything was perfect until you all were preparing to land. There was a tickle in the back of your throat that was becoming harder to ignore, and there was a pressure building in your chest. The seatbelt light went on and everyone took their usual spots, your eyes remained focused ahead despite feeling another pair on you.

“Breathe.” Your head spun to the side, and your eyes met the eyes you had felt before.

“What?”

“You’re turning red.” The corner of Hotch’s mouth turned up just slightly, and you scowled.

“No, I’m-” You interrupted yourself with a cough, arm going over your mouth as you tried your best to turn away from everyone. You launched yourself into a minor coughing fit, half doubled over when you felt a few sturdy pats on your back. When it passed, you sat back up, eyes slightly watery. “I’m fine,” You finished your previous thought with an unconvincing half-smile. Morgan responded from across from you with a small roll of his eyes, and a shake of his head.

You were last in line to deboard the plane when the man in front of you stopped walking and turned around. You glanced up at Hotch.

“Yes?”

“You could remain on the jet if you’re unwell, it will return you to DC.” You huffed out a laugh and shook your head.

“No. I said I’m fine, I’d like it if everyone would take my word for it.” He regarded you for a moment before nodding minutely.

“Alright, you will run point from the station.”

“No, Hotch, I’m-”

“Fine, I know.” He nodded, turning and beginning to climb down the stairs of the jet, “Reid and Y/L/N will go to the office, start working on a geographical profile. Call Garcia and begin combing through possible links between our victims. Prentiss and Rossi go to the first crime scene, Morgan and I will go to the most recent one. Any leads, call it in. We will regroup later.”

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Hotch had ordered you back to the motel you were staying at early the previous night, despite your protests. He claimed that even though you were fine, more sleep couldn’t hurt, before ordering a local officer to take you there. The first thing you noticed when you woke up was that your ears were ringing and your head was pounding. Then you noticed the knocking, which must have been what woke you up.

“Y/N?” despite being muffled, and despite the fact that your head was spinning, you recognized the voice of your unit leader. You peeled your body from sweaty sheets and rubbed your face with your hands as you went over to the door. You double-checked who it was through the peephole before opening it.

“Hey, Hotch,” You tried to stand tall and blink some sleep from your eyes, but your actions wouldn’t have even fooled a non-profiler.

“Did I wake you?” Once again, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly into a half-smile, and you deflated slightly.

“No,” That elicited a small, rare chuckle in reply. Aaron nodded, making a small humming sound.

“Of course not, Prentiss has only called you a handful of times, and I’m sure your outfit choice is merely you attempting a new style? And the obvious fever you have? Where does that play in.” You glanced down at your pajamas, crossing your arms over yourself and giving Hotch a half-hearted glare.

“Don’t profile me,” That rewarded you with a proper laugh. If you weren’t sick, you would have enjoyed it.

“There is nothing to profile, Y/N, go back to bed.” You opened your mouth to argue, but he held a hand up, “I know, fine, you’re fine, go back to sleep. If you wake up and a miracle has occurred, and you feel tip-top, call me, and you can come to meet up with us.” You both knew that that meant, in uncertain terms, you were being ordered off the case. Maybe if you had more energy, you would have tried to argue.

“Okay,”

“Good.” Hotch nodded, tapping on your door frame, “I didn’t hear you unlock the deadbolt when I knocked. Lock it after I leave. Text if you need something.” You nodded your head, watching him step out.

“Yes, sir.” Once the door was shut, you locked both the door and the deadbolt before quickly shuffling back to bed and collapsing nearly immediately succumbing back into sleep.

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You spent the day alternating between taking naps and flipping through the three cable channels the TV had. At some point, a local patrol officer stopped by your room with food and medicine, and you had texted Hotch a small “Thank You”. Reid had texted a few updates to you throughout the day, and you did your best to offer some helpful insight, but you hated being so close and so far out of the loop.

It was late when there was a gentle knock on your door, and you slipped out from your covers to go to it. The peephole confirmed it was safe, so you unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door.

“Did I wake you?” Hotch asked softly, and you shook your head, stepping back to allow the man to step inside the room with you.

“No, not this time.” You assured and he nodded.

“Good, I was not sure if you would be up, but wanted to check on you. How are you feeling?” You shrugged, perching at the edge of your bed.

“Alright. Better than when I woke up, at least. Still fever-y. I slept most of the day.” Hotch smiled.

“Thank you for being honest.” He teased gently and you smiled back. Aaron gestured towards the small TV and chuckled slightly. “You don’t get enough of this, you have to watch it as well?” You glanced over to the screen as well, where some old rerun of Law and Order was playing, and you laughed.

“It was Judge Judy during daylight hours.” You reasoned with a small smirk and he groaned.

“Even worse.” You watched Hotch, there was an air of nervous energy suddenly permeating the room, that wasn’t there before. You watched as he gathered some of the trash you had accumulated on your bedside table, taking it over to the little trashcan beside the microwave.

“You don’t need to do that.” You stood up, suddenly self-conscious - watching your boss clean up after you.

“I know,” He offered you what he hoped was an assuring smile, “You’re sick, and stuck in a cheap hotel room, I’m helping.” You stood awkwardly for a moment, watching as he straightened the area up before turning to you. “Do you want me to call and ask them to send the jet back?” You relaxed back onto the mattress, rolling your eyes.

“/That/ doesn’t sound like it’s in the budget, I mean, have you felt these sheets?” He chuckled at your weaponized use of one of his usual lines and reached over, ruffling your blankets. His face screwed up for a second, and he pulled his hand back, taking a step away and turning before sneezing loudly into the crook of his elbow. He turned back to you, and you had the decency to at least look partly ashamed.

“Bless you.” The corner of your mouth twitched, and he fixed you with a steady gaze before chuckling.

“Dusty sheets.”

“Of course.” You did your best to keep from smiling, nodding seriously. Hotch rolled his eyes before going to the door.

“Try and get some more sleep. Lock the deadbolt behind me.” You groaned as you got up from the bed, going over to see the man out.

“I will. You too.” He nodded, and you watched his disappear before the door, double-locking it again. You smiled once you were back in bed, running your hands over the sheets. For the fifth or sixth time that day, you fell asleep, but for the first time, you were smiling.

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You woke up late the next day, you only knew it was late when you checked your phone and saw the time along with one missed text from Hotch.

/I knocked a few times, and you didn’t respond. How do you feel today? Take the medicine that was dropped off yesterday, I will have someone drop off food again. Do you want Garcia to find a doctor in the area in your HMO?/ You rolled your eyes and groaned, rubbing your face. You were still feverish, and your entire body was exhausted. You typed out a quick reply to Hotch before deciding to go shower.

/I’m fine, I don’t need to see a doctor. I’ll take the medicine, but no one needs to bring me anything./ After your shower, your day was almost identical to the previous one. You napped and watched TV, and someone stopped by with more instant ramen and bodega bananas for you. The only true difference was, rather than a knock at your door that evening, you got a phone call around ten pm.

“Hey, Hotch,”

“Y/L/N, how are you feeling?”

“Alright. You sound stuffy. How’s the case?”

“I’m fine. Alright, I think we’re close. We’re going to stay here and nap on shifts. I didn’t want you to worry when I - when none of us returned.”

“Oh, now you’re fine, huh.”

“Perfectly fine,” you could hear the smile in his voice when he replied.

“Oh well, in that case,” there was a short pause before Hotch spoke again.

“I will call you when it’s over,” he assured you, and you nodded to yourself.

“Aaron?” You interjected just before he hung up, “Be careful. Tell everyone to be careful.”

“Of course. Get some sleep.”

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Everyone came home safe to you the next afternoon, and after spending less than twenty minutes packing, everyone had their go bags and were on their way back to the airport. Hotch and you were sharing one SUV over to try and keep all of your coughing to yourself, which you thought was pointless because you were about to be in the jet together anyway. Hotch drove, and you looked out the window miserably, sniffling. You listened to him cough into his arm and couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself.

“Something's funny?” He asked, side-eyeing you.

“Sorry I got you sick.”

“No, you’re not,” you both smirked at that.

“You’ll feel worse tomorrow,” you promised, “but I feel like I’m on the mends, so it’ll pass soon.”

“Hopefully evil can take a few days off, and we can all get some rest.” Your smile grew glum, but you nodded regardless.

“Hopefully.” The flight wasn’t terrible, you slept through most of it, and woke up when you were landing back in DC.

“Good sleep?” Morgan teased as you began to stir, “your snoring kept everyone else awake.”

“I don’t snore!”

“Well, you sure do breath out of your mouth,” he continued to tease, tilting his head back and opening his mouth wide, everyone including you chuckled at the display.

“Is your car here?” Hotch asked from behind you as you got off the plane, and you shook your head.

“No,”

“Jack is staying with his Aunt, so he doesn’t catch the flu, I have plenty of cans of soup.” You stopped walking, the rest of your team continuing ahead of you. He took two more steps, so you were beside each other, and continued, “if you want, being sick alone can be a miserable experience.”

“You want me to come over?” You asked, trying to clarify the situation for all the thoughts currently whirling through your head.

“If you’d like. I have a guest room. I buy relatively nice sheets.” His mouth twitched, and you smiled the rest of the way for him.

“Sure.”

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The ride home was quiet and comfortable in Aaron’s car, it almost lulled you back to sleep, but the situation was so abnormal that you couldn’t close your eyes. Your boss, who was a relatively private man, who while trusting you on his team mostly kept you at arm’s length socially, had invited you to his home.

“You’re awfully quiet, must still feel ill.” Hotch commented as he unlocked his door and ushered you inside, “don’t move.” you watched him activate the alarm system before walking deeper into the house, you following him.

“I guess I’m just surprised,” you admitted. Aaron went to the fridge, opening it and gazing at its contents.

“By what?”

“Just,” you shrugged, “I guess just being invited here.” Aaron walked away from the fridge, gesturing to the orange juice in his hand, which you nodded in agreement to.

“You didn’t have to feel obligated to come, just because I offered.” You watched him pour you each a glass and could hear Reid’s voice in your head explaining that vitamin C is one of the best cures for an ailment.

“I know,” you assured him, “I said surprised, I didn’t say it was bad.” He passed you a glass, nodding.

“Right, well, good. I didn’t mean to - imply pressure or anything. I understand as your superior the... possible implications, I should have-”

“Aaron,” you cut him off, rolling your eyes, “It’s fine, I know you, it’s fine, it hasn’t been taken the wrong way, I assure you.”

“Wrong way,” Hotch repeated before smiling slightly and nodding, “are you hungry?” you shook your head.

“I’m okay, but eat if you’re hungry.” he also shook his head as well, walking towards the hallway.

“I’m not, I’ll show you the guest room, so you can get changed, we can watch something on TV if you’d like, something besides daytime dramas and cop shows will do you some good.” You laughed, following with your go-bag.

“And what sort of TV would do me some good?”

“I’m sure we’ll find something - here you are, my room is there,” he pointed to a closed-door at the end of the hallway, “and that is the bathroom,” he pointed to another slightly ajar door.

“Thank you,”

“Of course,” Hotch went to his own room, disappearing, and you shut the door of the simple guest bedroom you assumed was mostly utilized by Jack’s aunt. You changed into your last clean pair of pajamas in your bag before removing the throw blanket from the guest room and going to set yourself up on the sofa. Hotch came out a few minutes later, and you found yourself unable to look away. He wore a simple cotton t-shirt and some sweatpants, and you felt crazy for thinking to yourself that it was the most handsome you had ever seen him. He was relaxed and comfortable. His nose was a little red from sneezing, but he looked more at peace than he did in a stuffy suit and tie, and you felt your chest ache slightly.

“Alright?” He asked, sinking into the end of the sofa you had left open, and you nodded, swallowing any comment you might’ve made.

“Yes.” He picked the remote up and flipped through a few channels.

“What do you want to watch, or are you like Jack, whatever I put on you’ll fall asleep regardless.” You sank deeper into the sofa, getting comfortable.

“Usually? I wouldn’t. Tonight?” You chuckled, “I make no promises.”

“I’m also sick, I don’t think I could carry you to bed like Jack.” You snorted at that.

“I’m sure I’ll be alright if left on the sofa for one evening.” You promised, and he settled on a random old movie replaying on lifetime or some similar channel. You watched most of it in comfortable silence. Occasionally, one of you would break it in order to comment on a plot hole or unrealistic character development. It was fun, and you could tell even Aaron was enjoying himself. The credits played and Hotch turned to you, smiling gently.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” You asked, pulling yourself up into a slightly more seated position.

“Just this, I haven’t done this in a while,” frowning you sat up fully, facing the man.

“Done what?”

“Just something simple. Watched a movie - I watch movies with Jack, of course, but it’s different. Enjoying another adult’s company.” It was the most honest and vulnerable the man had ever been with you. You smiled softly and nodded in understanding. “It’s not often no one expects something from me.” He continued to explain, “At work the team expects me to be a leader, at home Jack expects me to be his father.”

“I understand,” you assured him.

“It’s not that those are bad things, I wouldn’t give up either for anything. But a break from that expectation is nice.” You watched his brows begin to furrow and his demeanor went from a new relaxed Hotchner you hadn’t seen before back into overthinking work mode.

“Can I give you a hug?” You asked suddenly, moving down the sofa. You wanted him to relax again, to be comfortable with you, to seek comfort from you.

“What?” You merely opened your arms to him, stopping halfway down the sofa. If he wanted it, there it was. He looked at your open arms for a moment before his eyes met yours. He shifted, sitting up and scooting towards you and allowing himself to lean into your arms. You wrapped him in a hug, and he returned the gesture, arms going securely around your mid-section. You rested your chin on his shoulder and closed your eyes, breathing in deeply. You sat like that for a few minutes, or maybe a few hours. Eventually, Aaron squeezed you tight one more time before sitting back, but he didn’t fully remove you from his touch. You remained facing each other, legs touching, and one of his newly free hands moved to rest on your arm, squeezing gently.

“Thank you,”

“You don’t need to keep thanking me, Aaron.” He smiled gently and nodded, lifting his other hand to push a piece of your hair behind your ear, you subconsciously tilted your head into the touch, and he allowed his hand to rest there for a moment.

“My turn.”

“For what?” You practically whispered, you were unable to look away from the man’s face. Not that you wanted to at this moment.

“Can I give you a kiss?” You let out a small breath of air but didn’t move. Aaron’s eyes flicked from yours down to your lips and back again but made no move to either come closer or remove his hand from your cheek - the next move was yours alone. You blinked slowly once as your brain caught up to you before smirking slightly, your hand finding the front of his t-shirt, pulling him slightly closer.

“It’s not like I’m going to get you sick,” You joked, and he had just enough time for a small smile before you closed the gap and your lips were on his. The moment you consented, Aaron reacted, kissing you back gently. The hand on your cheek moved back and began to play with your hair gently. The hand you had used to pull him closer flattened out on his chest, while the other rested at the base of his neck. When you broke the kiss to breathe, he remained close to you - placing one more peck on the corner of your mouth before pulling back further.

“I think it’s my turn to thank you.”

“For what?”

“Doing that. I don’t think I would’ve ever had the guts to do it myself.” Aaron laughed, removing his hand from your cheek and placing it over the one still resting on your chest, entwining your fingers.

“You can run into buildings with criminals, but you don’t think you’re brave enough to make a move on me?” You rolled your eyes, wiggling your fingers under his.

“I didn’t see you rushing into anything,” he smirked back in agreement.

“You win.” He patted your hand before releasing it and standing, “now would it be completely pushing my luck to offer to share my bed with you tonight? Not like that, I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” He assured, placing a hand over his heart.

“I don’t think you’re capable of being anything less,” you gathered the blanket you had brought from the guest room and followed Aaron down the hall to his room. You climbed into your side of the bed and sighed happily. “Now these? These are nice sheets.” He laughed, settling in as well.

“Glad they meet your standards, Y/N,”

“Aaron?”

“Yes?” He turned his head towards you, remaining on his back, a perfectly appropriate distance between you.

“What the gentleman code for cuddling?” He smiled at you through the dark, reaching a hand out to gently nudge you.

“Depends, does the lady want to cuddle?”

“She does.”

“Well then, certainly cuddling her would be the gentlemanly thing to do,” you didn’t need to be told twice. You closed the distance quickly, folding yourself into Aaron’s side. His arm wrapped around you, and you laid your head on his chest, flinging an arm across his body.

“Comfortable?”

“Incredibly.” You promised, closing your eyes and letting out a long breath, “Goodnight.” You felt his lips drop a small kiss onto the top of your head, and the arm around you briefly tightened.

“Goodnight, sleep well Y/N.”

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[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Knockin' Boots | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! I know that this is a very niche topic, but I went to the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo last night with my ride or die @mandersshow and we decided that Bucky needed to go too!

If you like what you read, please reblog so that others can find my writing 🥰

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Bucky stood out like a sore thumb. Clad in his trusty leather jacket, worn motorcycle boots, and the same tight black tshirt and jeans combo he wore everyday- he didn’t quite fit in. But seeing you smile as you walked him through the flood of people gathering at the stadium made the awkward feeling in his stomach worth it. “Whaddya think so far, Barnes?” you stared up at him, taking inventory of his expression, “not quite what you’re used to, huh?”

Bucky scanned the rodeo crowd and thought he may have somehow ended up on a different planet. Thousands of people in cowboy boots, cowboy hats, and all sorts of Texas-themed apparel surrounded him on all sides. “Definitely a new experience for me…” he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his body, “but I’m happy to be here with you”. He marveled at the large carnival set up in the parking lot and the countless food stands selling things he’d never even heard of.

“Fried Oreos? Fried cheesecake? Fried rattlesnake? Why is at all fried- and why are people eating rattlesnake?”

Bucky’s questions sent you into a fit of laughter that almost made you double over. “Because! It’s Texas…I don’t know, we fry stuff! It’s all really good- I promise.” With a gentle tug you tried to lead Bucky in the direction of one of the booths, but he grew distracted by the loud dinging of a bell and a man’s voice shouting “winner!” He pulled you away from the food and made a beeline for one of the silly carnival games awarding people with oversized stuffed animals. “I wanna win you something, sweets. Just tell me what you want and it’s yours”.He pressed a kiss to your cheek and handed the man in the booth a ticket, waiting for you to make up your mind.

“Buck, these things are rigged- barely anyone ever wins”. He recoiled with a faux-offended gasp, shocked that you’d assume he’d lose. “Wow, sweetheart. I thought you had faith in me! That hurts”. Your body met his in a playful shove, but Bucky’s muscle-laden body didn’t move an inch. “Okay, okay, fine! See that stuffed cat? The red one? I want that! And I’m gonna name it Natasha- win me a Natasha!” Bucky rolled his eyes and laughed his deep, rich laugh, muttering about how 'Nat is just gonna love that'.

Bucky grabbed the three baseballs granted to him and sized up the stack of glass bottles that sat just a few feet away. In the twenty-something years that you’d been attending the Houston rodeo with your family, never had you been able to win anything from this booth- but you should’ve known that Bucky would break your losing streak. With a smug smile, he handed you your red cat, Natasha, after throwing only one ball. “What did you say, doll? About how no one ever wins? Cause I beg to differ…” He laughed again as you flung your arms around his neck and dotted kisses all over his reddened cheeks. "You're amazing! I mean, I know you're a superhero, but this? THIS is incredible."

“What’s next, sweetheart? Cause I think we could get you any prize in this place…” he sized up the other games and eyed the prizes he wanted to win for his best girl. Bucky was probably right, and you were tempted to return to the compound the following week with an army of stuffed animals named after everyone on the team- but you had a better idea. “Follow me!" you tugged Bucky in the direction of your favorite food stand and ordered your rodeo usual- a fried cinnamon roll topped with vanilla ice cream. Bucky’s eyes widened at the sheer size and heft of the treat, “wow- okay, so when they say ‘everything’s bigger in Texas’- they mean it…” With a confident nod, you took Bucky by the hand and led him to a table.

“That might be the best thing I’ve ever eaten…jesus christ” Bucky swiped a napkin across his lips, banishing a few remaining crumbs, “I think I’ll need to get another one for the road before we leave”. A satisfied smile stretched across your face and made your cheeks ache, but you didn’t mind. Bringing Bucky home for the first time made you a little worried, seeing as people tended to react poorly to his past- but Bucky was just happy to meet your family. And when they offered you their rodeo tickets so you could “show Bucky some Texas culture”, you couldn’t resist.

As the sun began to set, you and Bucky found your way inside the stadium and planted yourselves in your seats. Bucky marveled at the rodeo events, sitting on the edge of his seat as he watched cowboys wrestle steer and compete in barrel races. “Hey, you think I could do that?” Bucky pointed at the man holding on for dear life as his horse bucked beneath him.

“Um, could you? Yeah, for sure, Buck. But should you? Absolutely not.”

“Why?”

“Buck-”

“We both know I’d be awesome at it!”

“I mean…true. But I don’t see you having much time to practice your rough ridin’- you kinda have a full time job as one of earth’s mightiest heroes”.

Bucky slumped in his seat, a dramatic frown pulled his features downward, “Ugh. Fiiiiiiiiiiine- you’re right. I guess I’ll keep saving the world”.

You leaned over and peppered his cheek with kisses, thanking him for keeping the world safe long enough for you to bring him to the rodeo. He blushed and wrapped an arm around you, telling you that everything he did was for you- and he meant it.

The two of you watched the calf scramble and the mutton bustin’, Bucky laughing the entire time. He couldn’t believe that these types of events really happened outside of the wild west, but he loved every second of it. So much so that, when the lights began to dim for the concert, he was almost disappointed.

The loud music and bright lights were accompanied by the smooth voice of a singer Bucky had never heard of. He watched you sing along to the one country singer you liked, the singular holdover from your southern upbringing. Even though he had no idea who Luke Bryan was, Bucky couldn’t help but smile as you sang the lyrics to “Knockin’ Boots” to him. And when the song ended, he leaned over, attempting to talk to you over the roar of the crowd. “What does ‘knockin boots’ mean?” he practically shouted, pulling a loud laugh from you.

“It means sex! You and me- we knock boots!” you yelled back before enveloping Bucky’s lips with yours, “I love knockin’ boots with you!” Even in the darkened arena, you could see Bucky’s cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.

And when the concert ended, Bucky led you safely through the crowd of people, making sure that no wandering hands ever touched you- and you did the same for your new stuffed animal. “Okay- on a scale of one to ten, what did you think?” you looked up at Bucky as the two of you stood in line for yet another fried cinnamon roll, “be honest! My feelings won’t be hurt…that much”. Bucky rolled his eyes when you shot him a wink, and pretended to hem and haw over his rating. “Honestly, I didn’t think I’d like it…I knew I’d have fun because I was gonna be with you, but, I wasn’t so sure about all this”. He looked around, taking in the bright lights from the carnival and the seemingly endless food stands.

“But I had a great time, sweets. Honestly. I think I wanna come back next year”. Bucky’s heart melted when your eyes lit up, the promise of another visit home with the love of your life on the horizon. “I mean, I have to come back, right? I didn’t even get to try the fried rattlesnake”. With a playful shove, you nudged your body into Bucky’s. His arms encircled your waist, holding you close and refusing to let you go. He leaned down so that his lips ghosted along the outside of your ear, “And if this second fried cinnamon roll doesn't kill me, maybe we can even knock boots later?”

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[bestiesenpai]

Dirty Little Secret - Toji Fushiguro

I love a good meanie :) this was inspired by a thrilling convo i had femme reader lads, everyone 18+ 12.3K words

content warnings are as followed: dubcon, blackmail, age gap, manipulation, noncon somnophilia, pseudo-incest, cheating, infantilization(?), mention of guns, drinking, choking, burning(w/ a cigarette? Idk how to explain), a lot of different pet names lol and Toji calls himself daddy

It all started with the messy, bitter divorce your parents went through, leaving your mother a struggling woman all on her own. You tried to help with bills, tried to tack on a few side gigs here and there and get a couple part time jobs but it just wasn’t enough.

Until she met Toji and all the worries you two had about money just suddenly melted away. He wasn’t outlandishly rich but somehow he made enough money that both you and your mother could quit all the jobs you’d had to take on.

Your mother was ecstatic, positively thrilled about the newfound freedom she has. She’s able to afford luxuries she’d never been able to before and there was no need to worry about pinching pennies and scrounging for every last meal. You could live comfortably, but there was something about Toji that rubbed you the wrong way.

There wasn’t one singular thing that drove you to disliking him, it was all just a culmination of things. His cocky attitude, the way he acted like he owned the whole house the first time he visited, how he seemed to be eyeing you up in a way far less acceptable for a man that was meeting his new step-daughter. As soon as his eyes landed on you, it was like your mother no longer existed.

They got married faster than you could blink, a rushed ceremony done at city hall with a few random witnesses watching her take the surname Fushiguro. Your mother was beyond happy, and while you were happy to see an easy smile on her face again, the knowledge that Toji would be living with you now hung like a dark cloud in the back of your head.

“Careful there doll, wouldn’t want you to break a nail.” Toji teased as he saw you pick up a moving box that was left in the living room. He was moving his and his sons belongings into the house and you’d been tasked with helping.

“Shut up.” Glaring at him, you grabbed the box in a huff and stormed up the stairs, stomping your way into the room that was your step-brothers, Megumis. You’d only met him once at a formal dinner and he seemed nice enough. Far different than his father but strikingly similar in appearance. He was away at university in another city, only visiting every other weekend if he felt like it.

Lingering in the empty room longer than you should, you tried to steer clear of Toji. The physical labour of moving boxes had made him sweaty, a nice sheen building up on his forehead and arms that highlighted the taut muscles underneath the skin and underneath the tight black t-shirt he was always wearing.

“Why don’t you go sit pretty on the couch, hm? A little girl like you shouldn’t be trying to lift such heavy things.” Catching you coming down the stairs, Toji was sporting his usual signature smirk whenever he saw you.

“There’s still a lot of stuff to bring in and I don’t want this to take all day.” Standing at the top of the stairs, you wavered. He wasn’t making any move to get out of your way or to come up the stairs and the two of you were stuck in a staring match.

“But you’re just so delicate, are you sure you can keep up?” Toji finally started moving up the stairs, a large box in his hand that looked to be no trouble for him.

“I’ll be fine!” You snapped at him, backing up and out of the way to let him pass you.

“You sure about that?” Stopping right in front of you, Toji held the box out of the way so he could lean close to your face, almost brushing his hair against your forehead.

“I’m sure!” Face erupting in a hot flush, you scramble away from him and down the stairs. You can hear the dark chuckle leaving his throat and the incident has your hands shaking as you go to the moving van.

Starkly avoiding eye contact with him for the rest of the day, you take the pizza your mother ordered for the family straight to your room and don’t come out for a good while. She knocks on your door not once throughout the night, too busy giggling stupidly in the living room with Toji.

“Good morning baby girl.” Toji croons when he sees you appear in the kitchen in the morning, a hot cup of coffee in his hands as he leans against the kitchen counter. Your ears burn at the nickname, but you ignore him and go straight to the refrigerator.

“Hey!” Shuffling back when he slams the fridge closed in your face, another shout is caught in your throat as he looms over you, large calloused hand keeping the door closed.

“You just gonna be rude and not say good morning to your new daddy?” The smell of coffee and cigarettes hangs on his breath, fanning over your face. He’s cornering you against the refrigerator, using his looming stature to force you against the door entirely.

“Go away.” You whisper, but you want to shout, push him away and stand up for yourself. But something in Toji’s stare and the way he carries himself has you withering.

“I don’t even get a good morning kiss?”

“Huh?” Your eyes go wide when he grabs your jaw, tilting your face up and holding it there so he can lean in and graze his lips against yours. Slapping your hands on his chest, you struggle to keep him at bay.

“Toji, have you seen my car keys?” Your mothers shout from the other room rips away the quiet, tense moment between you two. Toji takes a few smooth steps back, shuffling back into his place against the countertop right as she comes into the room.

“Yeah, right there.” Flicking his chin to the kitchen table, there lies her keys.

“Thanks.” Grabbing them, she takes a glance at you and then a double take, furrowing her brows and pointing vaguely at you. “Sweetie, what’s wrong? Why are you making that face?”

“I-” A tiny flicker of your eyes to Toji has your face burning all over again and any words are lost on you. “I feel a bit sick.” Ducking your head down, you rush out of the kitchen, the passing cry of ‘go lay back down then’ from your mother going ignored as you slam the door to your room and lock it.

Toji leaves sometime after your mother does and for a while you’re home alone. Finally able to eat in peace, there’s a few things you’ve been wanting to do ever since you met Toji, one of them being snooping through his things.

He was secretive with so many things, it was only right that you get a little intel on him. You barely knew what he did for work, the only thing he said he did was ‘freelancing’ and that was it.

Walking through the open bedroom door, you steered clear of the things you knew were your mothers. The old dresser she had and her section of the closet was still exactly the same as before Toji came into her life.

But now there was a new chest of drawers tucked away in the corner of the room, rich dark wood that contrasted with the light color palette of the rest of the room. There was also a safe tucked under the bed and one in the closet as well, you’d seen Toji bring those in himself.

Opening the top drawer, it was no shock to find folded piles of socks and underwear, a few black tank tops. The second had more shirts, the third was the baggy pants Toji mainly lived in and the fourth had more fitted bottoms.

But sticking out from between a few folded pairs of slacks was a thick file folder with your families last name on it. It was in pristine condition and once you opened it, you saw that so were the things inside it.

Detailed records of your bank history, notes that had everything about you on them; your favorite food, color, your typical daily schedule, who you hung out with and all their personal information, the places you frequented and all the jobs you’d held in your life.

“This fucking stalker.” Reading over notes clearly written in Toji’s handwriting, the contents of the folder made your stomach churn. Shoving it back between the pants, you stood up properly and turned to the closet.

The safe in here was buried under a stack of folded clothes waiting to be hung up. Toji’s side of the closet was relatively bare, with the only thing hanging up being the lonely suit he owned that he wore to get married in.

Punching in all the possible number combinations you could think of - all the phone numbers you knew by heart, your home address and every birthday - you came up empty. There was no way to open the safe in the closet, and you had to abandon it.

The safe beneath the bed was heavy, nearly breaking your back as you tried to drag it out into the open. It was a thin black metal box with a long rectangular shape and the same number pad as in the closet. Only this time, when you punched in the last four digits of your phone number, it opened with a click.

What you saw inside wasn’t what you were expecting. Sure, Toji was a mysterious guy with secretive habits and a job you knew nothing about. You had barely information on him, yet you still weren’t prepared to see all the guns he had stored inside the safe.

There were long shotguns, handguns, revolvers and plenty of ammo and holsters. Even with the slight wear and tear on some of the barrels, you could tell Toji took good care of them as nearly all of them were freshly polished.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Just as you reached out and skimmed a finger across one of the handguns laying innocently in the pile, Toji’s flat monotone voice sounded behind you.

Ripping your hand away, your head whipped over your shoulder to stare at him in terrified shock. He shouldn’t be home, you hadn’t heard him come in or the front door open and close. Frozen on the ground, you struggled to find the air to breathe.

“Such a nosy little thing.” Toji commented, his eyes drifting to the open closet door and the dresser drawer that you’d left ajar. “If you were curious about daddy, you could have just asked.”

“Why do you have these things?” What were you referring to? The guns? Records of your every move, down to how long your phone conversations were late at night?

“They’re for work.” Pushing away from the doorframe, Toji sauntered into the room, dragging his feet lazily.

“But-”

“That’s all you need to know.” He cut you off with a stern look, kicking closed the safe.

“Why...why do you have all those papers about me?” Came your next question. Looking up at Toji, you were suddenly aware of how you were presented to him. Sitting on your knees, hands balled up into fists in your lap, looking up at him with wide scared eyes - and he noticed it too.

“You’re my little girl, why shouldn’t I know everything?” Biting his lip as he looked down at you, Toji had to stop himself from grabbing your hair and shoving your face into his clothed cock. Instead he flexed his fingers, rolled his shoulders and used his foot to push the safe under the bed. Scrambling to your feet, you watched as the safe disappeared.

“What’s in the safe in the closet?” You were standing far too close to Toji for your liking, he was within less than an arm's reach of you and you could smell the dark woody aroma he liked to put on.

“Important shit. ‘Gumi’s birth certificate, passports, the usual.” Shrugging casually, Toji walked over to the dresser and kicked it closed as well. “Got some stuff for your mom and you in there too.”

Letting a lull fall into the conversation, you scurried from the bedroom when Toji went to close the closet door. You could hear him chuckle and mutter something under his breath upon discovering your absence, but he closed the bedroom door shortly after and you could hear him go down the stairs.

Hours later and your mother informed you she wouldn’t be home for dinner. Something about meeting up with friends for an unexpected late night outing and staying out past dark.

Left to your own devices, you tried to avoid being detected by Toji as you milled around in the kitchen and fed yourself.

“Sweetheart, that you?”

Keyword being tried.

Biting back a harsh sigh, you emerged from the relative darkness of the kitchen and into the living room where Toji was lounging on the couch with no shirt on, all his muscles and scars on full display.

“There’s my baby girl.” Toji broke into a smile.

“Yup, I’m here.” Rolling your eyes so you could force yourself to stop ogling his body, you turned halfway back to the kitchen.

“Woah woah come back!”

“What do you want?” Not keeping this sigh at bay, you quirked a brow at him.

“Ya know your mothers not here and I’m getting awfully lonely sitting in this house by myself. Why don’t you sit with me?”

“No thanks.”

“That’s too bad, sweetheart, ‘cause I wasn’t asking.” You can feel his hand wrapping around your upper arm before you even hear him getting up from the couch.

“L-let go!” Thrashing in his hold does no good, you’re thrown onto the couch like a doll in no time and Toji sinks in next to you, spreading his legs wide and throwing an arm over the back of the couch.

“Your mother wants us to spend more time together, get better acquainted and whatnot.” Grabbing the beer he had on the coffee table, Toji drinks until it’s empty and he crushes it in his hand. “And what better time than now?”

Huffing and puffing, you adjust yourself on the couch and try to focus on whatever Toji has playing on the TV screen. It’s some cheesy action movie made way before you were born, and while it makes you groan at the cliche plot points, Toji is having a grand old time.

“You want a beer?” Toji asks, picking up a can and cracking it open.

“No.” Shaking your head, the last thing you’d want is to possibly get drunk and lose your senses around him.

“Oh, oops.” Upon hearing your no, Toji not so subtly tipped the can over and let it fall into your lap, the beer inside spilling out onto your clothes.

“Toji! What the-” Leaping up and tossing the can onto the coffee table, you could feel the cold liquid seep into the fabric of your pants and underwear, even stretching to the back of your pants.

“That’s too bad, my mistake! Better go get changed.” Toji laughed, completely unashamed of what he’d done. Flipping him off, you stormed away. “Put your pajamas on, it’s getting late!”

“Fuck you!” Angrily walking to your room, you ripped off the wet clothes clinging to you. You were tempted to stay in your room the rest of the night, but there was no doubt that Toji would come up and drag you back down to the living room.

“Aw, don’t you look cute.” He teased when you came back down in an oversized shirt and sleeping shorts. He had procured a blanket from behind the couch and it lay on the arm.

“Ugh, it’s still wet.” Even though he’d grabbed a blanket, he hadn’t grabbed a towel to sop up the beer in the couch cushions.

“It’s okay, you can sit right here.” Grabbing your wrist, Toji yanked you onto his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist as you fell into him. Throwing the blanket over you, Toji forced you to lay against his bare chest.

“Let me go sit in the other chair.” There was a perfectly good arm chair a few feet from the couch you could sit on.

“Now how could we bond if you’re so far away?” He chuckled, hiking you back up as you tried to slide off him. Biting your tongue against any further useless arguments, you tried to get comfortable in Tojis lap.

“Be careful now, baby, all that squirming might get me excited.” Toji whispered in your ear, gripping the flesh of your waist tightly underneath his fingers. Chuckling again at how your body went completely stiff, he settled back into the couch and watched the movie.

Begrudgingly focusing on it as well, it was almost inevitable that you relaxed into laying on Toji, the smooth up and down of his chest expanding with every breath lulling you into a sense of comfort.

“This movie’s stupid.” You grumbled as a commercial hit. Your arms were crossed tightly, having gotten riled up at one particular scene for how predictable it was.

“S’not stupid, it’s a classic.” Toji replied.

“Still stupid.” Shaking your head slightly, you let out a soft yawn.

“Aw, is it getting close to your bedtime?”

“Shut up.” It wasn’t that it was particularly late, but sitting in the low light of the living room, under a cozy blanket with a warm body underneath you holding you tightly, it was more relaxing than you thought. Coupled with the quietness of the TV and the slow even breaths Toji took right by your ear, who wouldn’t get a little sleepy?

“Poor baby’s tired.” You could just feel the mocking pout on Toji’s lips. Shifting his hands and grabbing onto your thigh, he turned you to sit sideways in his lap, legs across him and your head securely tucked under his chin.

“Not tired.” Trying to reason with him was impossible, and you gave up once the movie came back on. With a secure arm wrapped around your back and his other hand resting snugly on your outer thigh, Toji had you right where he wanted you.

“Still awake?” Toji asked ten minutes later and he already knew the answer. Your breathing had gotten quiet and you’d fallen slack in his arms, and when he rubbed your back you let out a soft, sleepy hum and snuggled deeper into him.

Careful not to wake you, Toji dipped his hands to the hem of your shirt and tugged it up so he could get under it. Trailing his calloused fingertips up your back, he felt the bumps and ridges of your spinal cord as he went. Pushing under your arm, he got to where he wanted: the soft flesh of your breast.

Cupping it in his palm, Toji bit his lip to hold back a soft groan. He’d wanted to do this since the day he started dating your mother and learned about you. From the very first picture of you she’d shown him he was hooked and every subsequent move he made after was calculated to get right to this very moment.

A soft uptick in your breathing let him know that you could feel what he was doing, but you did nothing else as he pinched your nipple and rolled it between his fingers.

Pushing you to lay back a little, Toji crept his other hand up your thigh. Your legs were simple dead weight to him and with a few nudges he was able to get his hand down your shorts and cup your sex.

“Be a good girl and get nice and wet.” Mumbling to himself he pushed his middle finger through your folds, coming to your clit and grinning wildly. Rubbing it with practiced precision, Toji kept his ears trained on the sound of your breathing and he was prepared to keep going even if you woke up.

Pressing a few kisses to the top of your head, he cooed at the delicate sigh you let out. You were getting aroused, Tojis finger was starting to get slicked up and glide easier against you.

Pushing his index finger against your clit, he worked you up even further. The movie was forgotten on the television, all of Tojis focus going to you and the way your brows scrunched up at the feeling of someone else’s fingers against your cunt.

You weren’t wet enough for Toji to push a finger inside, but he was fine with waiting for another time. Just playing with your clit and pinching your nipple was enough for him for now.

Pressing his nose against the top of your head, Toji let out a shuddering breath when you came in your sleep. A few desperate whimpers fell from your lips, and your face screwed up a little, your body clenching as pleasure rolled through your sleeping form.

Taking his hand slowly out of your shirt, Toji laid it back on your thigh and tried to collect his own breathing. Getting you to cum in your sleep on his lap had riled him up more than he expected, the thrill of making you come undone without your knowledge going straight to his head.

It wasn’t long after that your mother came home, gasping at the sight of your sleeping body in Toji’s lap and delighted that you were finally getting more comfortable with him. Not wanting to wake you, she snapped a few pictures for posterity and had Toji carry you to your room.

“You want me to what?” Staring at your mother like she’d grown another head, you couldn’t hide the disdain at what she had just proposed of you in the late morning.

“I want you to spend the day with Toji! He’s going into town to do some shopping and I think it’d be a great way for you two to get closer.”

“I don’t want to get closer to him.” The memory of last night made your cheeks burn. You were far more embarrassed about falling asleep in his lap than you’d ever be willing to admit.

“C’mon (Y/N), I saw you two together on the couch last night! It was so cute, I want you to have more moments like that with him.” Your mother gave you a pout, one just begging to humor her request. The desire to say no was right on the tip of your tongue.

“Fine, I’ll go with him.”

“Yay!” Clapping her hands together lightly, your mother turned away and started to gather a few things to start her own day.

“Let’s be quick, okay?” Ten minutes later and you were sitting in the front seat of Toji’s vintage camaro.

“I think we should take it nice and slow today.” Toji replied, firing up the engine and drowning out your thoughts with the loud roar. It was hard to look at him, so you kept your gaze trained to the passing scenery outside.

“Did you sleep well last night, baby?” He asked as the car came to a stop at a light. Toji was staring right at you, a wide smirk on his face. Pressing your lips together, you refused to look back at him. You might have slept well, but waking up with slick coating your inner thighs ruined the entire experience, whether good or bad at all.

“Why do you care?”

“Ha! Why do I care?” His sharp laugh made you jolt, turning to glare at him as the car started moving again. “You must have slept well, you were knocked out on my lap.”

“Won’t happen again.” You grumbled, watching his hand fiddle with the radio and turn it to a random station.

“That’s what you think.” Giving your thigh a quick pat, Toji settled into his seat. Driving to the shopping district he had in mind, as soon as you stepped out of the car Toji was by your side with a hand on your back. “I’ve got some business to take care of first, let’s go.”

“Don’t touch me.” Shoving his hand away, it was right back where it was in seconds. A low wave of annoyance washed over you, but you started walking in the direction Toji was taking you. The annoyed feeling only grew as you passed people by on the street and women openly stared at him, not giving a care in the world about the gold band on his finger or the fact that you were next to him.

And he didn’t seem to care either. You could see the way he would look back at some of the women, sending them easy smiles or holding eye contact longer than normal. Walking into a jewelry shop, you were finally away from their prying eyes, but the hand Toji had on your back only got firmer.

“Want me to buy you a little something?” Toji whispered, leaning close to your ear.

“Like what?” You challenged, looking across the shop floor. There were countless expensive jewels just lying in wait behind thick glass cases.

“Whatever you want, baby girl. Just point and I’ll get it once I’m done.”

“Done with what?” Looking at him incredulously, you saw him nod to someone waiting against a back wall.

“Business.” Patting your back, Toji went to talk to them, slipping into a back room and leaving you alone on the shop floor. Trying not to stand out, you found an open chair and pulled out your phone, already bored.

“Finally.” You said upon seeing Toji appear in front of you after nearly thirty minutes.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I was doing some negotiations.” Inspecting him further, you could see he was breathing a little heavier and there was just the slightest sheen of sweat above his brow.

“What, did you kill someone back there or something?”

“Almost.” He replied with a shrug. You’d meant it as a joke, but with the way Toji wasn’t smiling you couldn’t tell if he did too. Letting his eyes roam over the shop, he flicked his chin out. “Find something you like?”

“No.” Taking a step toward the door, you were tugged back by your sleeve.

“I bet you didn’t even look.” Toji chuckled, dragging you over to a case. “How about a little tennis bracelet, hm? We could add a little charm, how about a T?”

“I don’t want it, I won’t wear it.”

“Ah, sure you will.” Brushing you off, he waved over a sales associate. “Now, tell the nice worker what color you want, gold or silver.”

Walking out of the store with a pretty little bag in hand, you followed Toji to the next few stores he had to go into for ‘business’. Sometimes he was quick and you didn’t have to wait even a few minutes for someone to hand him a thick envelope that he tucked into the inner pocket of his jacket. Others, he’d slip into the backroom and you’d have to awkwardly wait around.

“Are we actually going to do some proper shopping today, or is this it?” You snapped after being dragged around for a good while. You hadn’t even wanted to come, but now you just felt like a kid being dragged around against their will.

“Relax baby, daddy’s done, he’ll pay attention to you now.” Toji teased, pinching your cheek and cooing at you.

“Whatever, lets go.” Swatting him away, you stormed off in a random direction, Toji’s laughter burning in your ears. It was your turn now to drag him from store to store, some you weren’t even interested in. Following you dutifully, Toji bought whatever you wanted regardless of price tag.

“Let’s go in here.” Toji stopped you right in front of a popular lingerie store. There were large adverts in the windows of scantily clad women dripping in lace and frilly garments, and there were a large number of people inside as well.

“You can’t be serious.” You blanched, watching in slight horror as he toed his way over to the front door.

“Cmon baby, you deserve something nice.” He said loud enough to have a few passersby giggle. Seeing your face turn from one of shock to embarrassment, Toji knew he had won. Following him into the store with your head down, you tried not to look at all the bras and panties displayed so prominently.

Taking a seat at one of the chairs near the front of the store, Toji kept his eye on you as you walked around. Seeing your fingers glide across silk and lace, pass mannequins in intricate pieces of lingerie, he couldn’t help but imagine you in some of them. He’d only gotten a taste of what you had to offer last night, and he already hungered for more.

“I think you’d look great in that.” He came up behind you as you looked at a bra and panty set, little red and white love hearts adorning lacy pink.

“Pervert.” Glaring over your shoulder, you tried to conceal that you’d grabbed a pair for yourself. “Go sit back down.”

“I get it, you wanna keep it a secret and surprise me.” Fishing out his wallet, Toji handed you the credit card he’d been using the whole day. “Take your time baby, I’m going to have a smoke.”

Making sure he left the store, you let out a sigh of relief at finally being alone in a place like this. It was bad enough he suggested it, but to have him watch you pick out underwear was downright mortifying.

Grabbing whatever you liked, you walked out with a sizable bag in your hand and a pretty long receipt. Toji was nowhere to be found outside the store, and as you scanned past the people milling about, he wasn’t on the street either.

You had his number, feasibly you could call or text him to find out where he was. But with a limitless credit card in your hand and newfound freedom, that was the last thing on your mind. He would find you eventually, say something snarky and tease you and then you’d be on your way to grab lunch.

“Excuse me, miss!” For a moment, you thought the gentle voice calling out to you as you walked down the street was Toji. But as you turn around and are confronted with a stranger, you’re reminded that Toji would never be so polite.

“Yes?” He was an average looking man, around Toji’s age.

“I couldn’t help but notice you walking around, you look so beautiful.” The man had a hopeful smile on his face, taking in your reaction to the sudden compliment.

“Oh, thank you.” Giving him a once over, you quickly spotted the silver wedding band on his finger.

“What’s your name? I’d love to take you out sometime.” Shuffling a tiny bit closer, the man was already pulling out his phone before he even finished the sentence.

“I’m s-”

“She’s not interested.” A heavy hand landed on your shoulder, yanking you back into a firm chest. There wasn’t a need to look up and see who it was, the distinct cologne wafting into your nose and the rough treatment was enough.

“Huh?” Bunching his brows together, the man looked confused between you and Toji.

“Huh?” Toji mocked, leaning towards him with a raised brow.

“I think she can speak for herself.”

“My baby doesn’t talk to insignificant flies like you.” Staring him down for a moment, Toji got him to turn tail and leave in a huff.

“I could have handled that myself.”

“Yeah, well I handled it better.” Turning you around, Toji smirks down his nose at you for a moment.

“What?” His look is unnerving, it makes your heart flutter a bit and that’s the last feeling you want to have for him.

“I deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

“A reward for what?” Scrunching up your nose, you recoil a little as Toji bends at the waist and presents his cheek to you.

“For coming to the rescue of a damsel in distress.” Tapping his cheek with one finger, he looks at you from the corner of his eye. “Don’t leave your daddy hanging, now.”

Looking him over, you weighed your options. It was only a kiss, an innocent little peck on the cheek. Where was the harm in that?

The harm came when, as you were leaning forward with your lips slightly pursed, Toji turned his head and kissed you square on the lips.

Jerking back in shock, you didn’t get far as Toji grabbed your chin to keep you in place. His lips were rough, dry and cracked and the scar on the edge of his mouth wasn’t helping in that regard.

Brushing his nose against yours, Toji didn’t keep the kiss going for long; even he had boundaries for being in public. Pulling away, he swiped your bottom lip with his thumb, grinning at your flushed face and slightly labored breathing.

“Daddy got you flustered?” He teased, taking the shopping bags out of your hand and holding them himself.

“No.” You reply a few seconds too late, your lip’s in a pout and your voice has a slight whine. Biting his lip, Toji scanned your face.

“God, the things you do to me.” Roughly grabbing your hand, he tugged you along down the street. “Let’s get some lunch, I’m fucking starved.”

“You’re back!” Your mother exclaimed upon your arrival, leaping up from the couch to hug both of you. She quickly hurried out of the way upon seeing all the bags Toji insisted on carrying in by himself, her jaw dropping in shock.

“Don’t gimme that look, babe, you know I had to spoil the little princess.” Toji laughed at her expression, dropping some of the bags into your hands and kissing your mother on the cheek.

“I-I’m just shocked...we never come back with that many bags when we go shopping.” Her voice was quiet as she looked between the two of you.

“You gettin’ jealous on me now?” Toji teased, poking her in the side and making her jump. “I was just following your orders, forming a closer bond with my new step-daughter.” Pointedly shielding the lingerie bag from her view, Toji passed it into your hands. “Maybe she’ll show you some of the outfits she bought, we even picked some out together.”

If by ‘together’ he meant he shoved a slew of tiny skirts and low cut tops into your hands in the dressing room and then bought them when you rejected all of them anyway, then yes, you could say you two picked some out together.

“Uh- yeah mom, I’ll show you some of the stuff later.” You nodded along, eager to escape the situation and hide in your room. Not waiting another moment after the words left your lips, you ran up the stairs and to your room.

Pouring out all the things Toji bought you, you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy going out shopping with him. There was no limit to what you wanted, anything your eyes touched was yours in an instant.

“Knock knock.” Pushing open your door and swiftly closing it behind him, Toji held up the remaining bags. “You forgot some.”

“Thanks.” Reaching out to grab them, you didn’t get the chance as Toji set them down and stepped around you, grabbing the little bag from the first store you went to. Fishing out the velvet box, Toji opened it and dangled the dainty tennis bracelet from his finger.

“Put this on for me, will you? Wanna make sure it’s a good fit.” Dropping the bracelet into your hands, Toji chuckled when you struggled to get it on. “Need my help?”

“No I’m fine.” You said, pinching the clasp between your fingers desperately.

“Let daddy help you.” Grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer, Toji swatted your fingers away.

“Your fingers are too thick, how’re you ever-”

“Got it.” Releasing the bracelet, Toji watched triumphantly as it hung from your wrist. You barely mumbled a thanks before he was grabbing your wrist again, nearly pulling you chest to chest with him. “Now, what was that about my fingers?”

“N-nothing!” Slapping your free hand on his chest, your face burned terribly and only got worse as he laughed.

“No, no, go ahead and say it. My fingers are too thick, huh?” Grabbing your jaw, Toji slid his index and middle finger across your face until they came to rest on your lips. “Say ‘ah’.” Pressing your lips together firmly, you shook your head as best you could.

But Toji wasn’t one to take no for an answer and shoved past your lips, forcing your mouth open with his other hand and flattening your tongue. Clutching onto his wrist tightly, you looked up at him with watering eyes as his fingers slid too far back and choked you.

Growling at the sight of his fingers stuffed into your mouth, Toji dropped his other hand, grabbing your ass tightly in his hand and rocking your hips against him. Looming over you, Toji ripped his fingers from your mouth and slammed his lips onto you.

The kisses you shared before were nothing compared to this one. With a hand gripping the back of your head, Toji made sure not even a centimeter of space passed between you two. His lips molded to yours perfectly, mouths slotting together as he pushed his tongue in and claimed your mouth for himself.

Drool began to drip down the corners of your lips, sliding down your neck and chest and creating a glossy mess. It was getting harder to breathe the longer you went, your body quickly growing weak from lack of oxygen.

Gasping for air when Toji finally broke the kiss, your mind was spinning, barely able to focus on the fact that you were kissing your mothers husband and certainly not paying attention to the way Toji pushed you back onto your bed, body bouncing roughly on the mattress.

“God, I’ve been waiting for this moment.” Toji says with a sigh, climbing over your body and pressing his lips against the curve of your jaw. His hands pawed at your clothes, bunching up your shirt as he tried to get to your breasts.

“T-toji! Stop!” Letting out a scandalized gasp, your eyes flew to your bedroom door. Surely your mother would hear and come to save you.

“No need to be nervous, baby-” yanking down your bra, Toji palmed your breasts roughly, “daddy’ll make you feel good.” Sitting up just enough to yank your shirt and bra off, Toji held your arms down and stared lovingly at your chest, his cock twitching to life the longer he looked.

An argument had bubbled up from your chest, ready to spew out and knock some sense into Toji, but as he descended onto you, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth, the words died just as quickly as they formed.

What was the use of telling Toji to stop when you knew he wouldn’t? There wasn’t a shred of doubt in your mind that if you yelled at him, told him it was wrong to cheat on your mother and fuck his step-daughter, he wouldn’t laugh straight in your face.

Fire back and ask why you think he cares about that? You’ve already seen the file he has on you and the lack of information he had on your mother. He’d already proven himself to be more than enamored with you and what kind of man would he be if he let something like ‘morality’ get in the way of what he wanted?

Moaning under your breath as Toji kissed and licked your chest, you had an argument with yourself brewing inside your head. You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed the attention he was currently giving you. He was confident in what he was doing, so sure of himself unlike some of the people you’d been with. The knowledge that came with being older was surely showing itself now.

Especially in the way he rolled his hips against yours, getting you to moan out a little louder this time, the sound coming from deep within your chest.

“Sound so pretty, baby.” Toji groaned, peeling himself away from you to shed himself of his clothes and to take the rest of yours with it. Letting out a low whistle at seeing you completely bare in front of him, Toji slapped his hands onto your thighs, peeling your legs apart to stare right at your cunt.

“Don’t look at me like that.” The pure animalistic look in his eyes had you throbbing, both with need and embarrassment. No one had looked at you like that before, unadulterated and hungry. Shyness crept in and you flung your hands down to cover yourself.

“No hiding, little one.” Smacking your hands away, Toji laughed at the pitiful, embarrassed whine you let out. “Aw, is someone getting shy? Can’t handle daddy looking at your messy cunt?”

“S’not messy.” You pouted, but it was true. A steady buildup of slick dripped out of you, coating everything between your legs and even dripping down between your asscheeks.

“You’re my messy little girl, aren’t you?” Ignoring your light protests, Toji laid himself down between your legs, making a show of putting your thighs on his shoulders and squishing his head with them. “I bet you taste as good as you look.”

With one last wink, Toji dove between your thighs, his tongue already out and ready to lap at your folds. The first touch of the tip of his tongue to your clit made you jump, hands flying down to grip his hair as your eyes went wide.

Flicking it a few times, Toji wrapped his lips around the bud, sucking hard as his fingers dug into your thighs firmly. You moaned just as loud as Toji did, the vibrations from his mouth travelling up to the ones leaving your chest.

Toji’s dream of being here with you, having you laid out on your back with his face buried in your cunt, had only gotten stronger as time went by. He nearly lost it in the lingerie store, seeing you walk so innocently around all the thongs and delicate lingerie. He had to leave to smoke a cigarette and cool down or else he would have dragged you into the dressing room in front of everyone.

Lapping at your entrance, Toji shoved his tongue in, his nose bumping your clit as he did. Massaging your walls, he drank in your essence, easily getting drunk off the taste and feeling of your thighs crushing his head. Painstakingly letting go of one of your thighs, he brought his thumb to your clit.

“Toji!” You gasped and your thighs got even tighter around him. Toji could barely breathe let alone think about anything but making you cum on his tongue and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Shoving his fingers between your legs, he slid them down to the hilt and felt your walls clamp down onto both them and his tongue. Your essence was everywhere now and he was sure the scent of your arousal would linger on his skin for days.

Putting his tongue on your clit again, Toji fucked his fingers into you. The obscene wet sound was music to his ears, a song he hoped to play over and over. Your moans had turned into babbles, your fingers carding through his hair as the pleasure washed over you.

“F-fuck-” Barely able to get the word out, you came on Toji’s fingers, whimpering loudly as he sucked your clit harder. You were sure you had crushed him for good now with how hard your thighs tensed up around him, but Toji seemed more than okay when they finally relaxed and fell to the wayside.

“What a good fucking girl.” Toji was breathless and lightheaded himself but he wouldn’t miss the opportunity to tease you, slap your quivering thighs with both hands and drink up your release. Your feeble hands were too weak to push him away, just a slight nudge on his forehead that he easily ignored.

Forcing air into your lungs, you got a moment's reprieve when Toji finally pulled himself away from your cunt. Your arms wound around his broad shoulders, pulling him into a half hug as your legs were hoisted up around his waist.

“You gonna let daddy take what’s his?” Toji whispered in your ear, blindly grabbing his cock and tapping tip against your clit.

“Yes!” You sobbed, nodding your head desperately. Glancing down between your bodies, you could see just how thick Toji’s cock was; his fingers surely did not compare.

Pushing the tip of his cock in, you could immediately feel the difference from his fingers. The stretch that his cock gave was unimaginable and you nearly broke into tears as he bottomed out.

“Hurts- s’too big-” Unwinding one arm, you pushed on Toji’s chest.

“Sshh, sshh, you’re fine.” He cooed, intertwining your fingers and pushing your hand onto the mattress.

“Toji…” Whining under your breath, you blinked away the mist of tears at your lashes and looked at him. “Daddy, please.”

The soft ghost of a smile on Toji’s face fell after hearing you call him daddy. His whole face fell, in fact, eyes going wide and pupils blowing out. The hand that was holding yours tightened, smashing yours into the mattress as his other flew to your thigh.

“Oh, you’ve done it now.” Toji could hardly get the words out before he was pistoning his hips, thrusting his cock into you at an alarming rate. He had intended on taking it a bit slow, savoring the moment more as he finally got to fuck you.

But that plan was gone and in its place was the plan to fuck you into the mattress, turn your brain and body into mush as he made you cum over and over again.

“Daddy! Slow down!” You wailed and in the back of your head you wondered if your mother could hear you, if she was outside the door just waiting to burst in on the two of you.

“Not a fucking chance.” Toji responded, voice muffled against the side of your neck. His tongue lashed out, hot and heavy against your pulse. Leaving bite marks along your skin, Toji growled into you, grinding his hips and getting a shiver down his back.

Already sensitive from your first orgasm, the second one came with no warning. Scratching your nails down Toji’s back, your feet dug into his back as your cunt clamped down on him. Any remaining sense you had, any thoughts about your mother or being caught were gone now, the only thing filling your head now was the drag of Toji’s thick cock against your walls and the way his balls slapped against your ass.

The sound of Toji fucking into you seemed to echo off the walls, mixing with the choked moans you let out and creating music to Toji’s ears. Every drag of his cock along your oversensitive walls, every thrust forward bringing another gush of your sticky release to coat his skin - all of it was heaven for him.

“Honey, have you seen Toji?” Your mother’s sudden call wafted down the hall as she came up the stairs, the familiar thud of her footsteps getting closer.

“Uh-” Your voice caught in your throat, fighting through the jumbled mess that was your mind to come up with a good answer.

“Better say something quick, I didn’t lock the door.” Toji smirked against your skin, forcing his hips to all but stop and grind painfully slowly against you, his skin just lightly catching your clit.

“I-I don’t know where he is.” Your tongue felt like lead, sitting stupidly in your mouth and barely forming the right words.

“Okay…” There was a pause as she trailed off and you could hear her right outside your door, feet shuffling a little as she thought of what to do next.

The sound of her footsteps trailed off and both you and Toji let out a gruff exhale.

“Finally.” He mumbled, pulling his hips back.

“Honey one more question, what do you want for dinner?”

“Pizza!” You screeched right as Toji snapped his hips forward. Burrowing your face into Tojis hair, you tried to stifle the squeals leaving your lips.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do.” Waiting until her footsteps completely rescinded, Toji sat up on his elbow and smirked at you.

“Guess we’re having pizza for dinner.”

“Shut up.” Pushing his face back into your neck you avoided his teasing gaze. Chuckling to himself, Toji nipped at your skin.

“Now, where were we?”

Crawling out your room nearly an hour later with sweat on your brows and unstable legs, you tried to conceal the cum dripping down your inner thighs. Toji refused to let you clean up, sliding a pair of shorts onto your legs and telling you it would be a waste to get rid of the gift he gave you.

Sitting down at the table without him, you were thankful to be the only one there. No one could see the way you were trembling and squirming with every squishy gush of cum that seeped out of you.

“Hi honey.” Joining you a few minutes later, none the wiser to what had happened upstairs, was your mother. Greeting you with a soft smile, she was about to open her mouth to speak again when the front door opened.

“There you are!” She beamed at seeing Toji walk through the front door. Your brow furrowed at seeing him come through the door instead of walking down the stairs. He’d made a comment about climbing out of your window and acting like nothing happened, but you didn’t think he was serious.

“Yeah, went on a walk.” He shrugged, stepping into the house and holding the door open. “And look who I found on the way!” With a fake beaming smile, Toji waved his hand behind him as Megumi walked through the door looking as unimpressed as the day you met him.

“Megumi, you’re home!” Clapping excitedly, your mother shot up from her seat and to him, giving him a quick hug and taking the bag slung over his shoulder.

“Mhmm. Nice to see you again.” Polite as ever, Megumi smiled briefly at your mother.

“Go sit down at the table, we’re just about to have dinner!”

“Okay.” Nodding slowly, Megumi set his eyes on you, raking over your form as he took a seat across from you. The silence between you two was thick and you could tell there was something hanging on the tip of Megumi’s tongue.

“Hi.” You whispered, briefly making eye contact with him before looking at the wood grains on the table.

“Hi.” Sighing out the word, Megumi kept his eyes on your face, observing the way you bit your lip nervously and kept your thighs tightly clenched together. When his eyes dropped down to see the tennis bracelet on your wrist, you thought smoke would pour out of his ears.

“Getting acquainted with your new step sister?” Sauntering into the space, Toji roughly ruffled your hair, laughing at the way you swatted him away before doing the same to Megumi.

“You could say that.” The younger man replied, his eyes slightly narrowed looking between the two of you. Loudly pulling out the chair next to you, Toji sat down and slid his hand onto your thigh under the table.

“Alright, everyone, time to eat!” Ever the hostess, your mother appears without fail with the pizza you’d said you wanted for dinner.

As you ate, you could tell Megumi knew something was up between you and Toji. He always seemed to make eye contact with you whenever Toji’s hand strayed too high up your thigh and his thumb grazed your soaked slit. He was far too keen, sending you questioning looks whenever you would clear your throat to cover up a soft moan.

Left to clear the table with him, you couldn’t make eye contact with Megumi at all. The silence between you two was overbearing, made even more so when you went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

“So, (Y/N)...my dad is fucking you, isn’t he?” Megumi’s abrupt question made the plate you had in your hands fall back into the sink with a loud clatter.

“W-what?” Staring down at the soapy water covering your hands, you could feel Megumi’s eyes burning a hole into your head.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you two at the table. And I saw him climbing out of your bedroom window.” Taking a clean dish out of your hand, Megumi peers his head into your personal space, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“And what if he is?” The lump in your throat was bigger than you expected, choking you as you tried to speak. This was it, now that Megumi knew he would tell your mother and life as you knew it would be over for you.

“Don’t cry.” He said softly, wiping off a tear on your cheek you didn’t even know was there. “My dad’s sick, taking advantage of you like this.”

“What?” Hiccuping softly, you rush to wipe the other tears off.

“I knew ever since he started dating your mom that he was into you, I’m sorry I didn’t try and stop him.” Megumi sighed heavily, shaking his head as if to chastise himself. “I’ll have a talk with him and-”

“N-no, don’t.” Sniffling the last of your tears away, you force your voice to be steady. “I can handle it.”

“(Y/N), he’s not a good man, he won’t listen to you if you just tell him to stop.”

“I know, I just-”

“Then let me help you!” Clearly growing agitated, Megumi’s voice rose and his palm slapped against the counter, making you jump. There was silence, then the shuffling of footsteps with Toji appearing in the kitchen entryway with a furrowed brow.

“What’s going on here?” Looking between the two of you, his gaze settled on Megumi. “You, speak.”

“I know what you’re doing.” Megumi glared at him. Refusing to back down, he remained locked in a stare with Toji as the man approached.

“Yeah? And what that might be?” Coming nearly face to face with each other, you noticed how close in height they were to each other, with Toji only a few inches taller.

“You’re taking advantage of (Y/N).”

“Ha, and who said that?” Flicking his eyes to you, Toji chuckled. “Cause I know it wasn’t her.”

“You’re disgusting, you know that? You’re married to her mother for God’s sake!”

“Whoop-de-fucking-doo, you’re so observant.” Spinning his finger in the air, Toji pushed Megumi’s shoulder. “What do you plan on doing about it?” Quirking a brow, Toji didn’t wait even two seconds for a response. “I know you’re just upset I got to her first, kid. Now all you’ve got is your little hand at night.”

“That’s not true!”

“Even if it’s not, keep your fucking hands off what’s mine.” Hooking an arm around your shoulder, Toji pressed a kiss to your temple. “If I catch you so much as jerking it when she’s around, I’m kicking your ass.”

“Fuck you.” Megumi spat, his fists clenched at seeing Toji touch you so casually. It boiled his blood to see his dad treating you like this; there wasn’t a doubt in Megumi’s mind that you weren’t suffering with him around.

“Sorry, not into boys.” Letting you go, Toji slinked away to the fridge and grabbed a can of beer. Leaving without another word, as he turned the corner Megumi slammed his hand down against the counter.

“That fucking bastard.” He snarled, hanging his head low and trying to calm his shaking breath. Slowly releasing the tension in his body, Megumi stood up straight and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, I need to take a walk.”

“Okay.” You whispered back, probably going unheard as he stormed out the back door. Leaving the rest of the dishes in the sink, you left the room as well, going up to your room and staying there for the rest of the night.

It’s deathly quiet in the house the following day. Any instance where Megumi and Toji are in the same room, the tension rises dramatically. Refusing to even acknowledge the others presence, Toji has already whisked your mother away for an impromptu date night at five pm, promising to stay out late with a biting tone directed at Megumi.

“Finally that dirtbag left.” Huffing as soon as the door is closed, Megumi slumped onto the couch. “I can’t stand him, I don’t get what your mother sees in him.”

“I have no idea.” You mumble, feigning disinterest and scrolling on your phone. In truth, whenever you had a moment alone during the day, Toji had come up to you and touched you, teasing you by cupping your ass or kissing you. All you wanted to do was go upstairs and relieve the burn between your legs, but no good excuse to leave Megumi alone came to mind.

“Some of my uni buddies sent me home with a gift, if you’re interested.”

“What is it?” Sending him a curious look, you watched him hop up from the couch.

“You’ll see.”

The gift in question was an unopened bottle of liquor one step up from the bottom shelf. It didn’t smell good when he opened the bottle and even mixed with some juice from the fridge, the burn as it went down your throat was horrid.

“Are you sure this can be called a gift?” You blanched, face scrunching up tightly in displeasure.

“When you’re on a budget like we are, yeah.”

“I thought Toji sent you money?” Swirling the liquid in your cup, you watched Megumi take a bitter sip.

“Why would I ever use his money?” Sure, Toji made sure Megumi’s bank account never hit below five digits, but that didn’t mean he wanted it or even asked for it. Leaving well enough alone, you turned on a random movie and kept drinking, keeping all mentions of Toji at bay.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get properly drunk, words slurring together and dumb drunk giggles shared between you. It was easier to get to know Megumi this way, his likes and dislikes and general personality; the harsh scowl on his lips was gone, replaced with a lopsided smile.

“I gotta take a leak.” Stumbling up from the couch, Megumi strolled out of the room, keeping his hand on the wall to steady himself. Flipping through your phone in his absence, a sudden text caught your attention.

(Toji): daddy’s bored baby, send me a little something

(Y/N): like what?

(Toji): I’d love to see you in that new lingerie

Giggling coyly as if he’d spoken the words directly to you, you kept a tight grip on your phone as you made your way to your room. Megumi and the movie on the TV didn’t even cross your mind as you closed your door and went straight to your dresser drawer.

It was a bit of a hassle getting your clothes off and then the new ones on, your vision was swimming and every few seconds you stopped to giggle at yourself and your lack of ability. Bumbling through sliding the lacy panties up your legs, you flopped onto bed and opened the camera.

Emboldened by the alcohol, you took several pictures of yourself for Toji. Nearly all of them were at least slightly blurry, some brazen shots of your cunt through the panties while others were tasteful shots of your breasts.

Sending them off with a few heart emojis and a little ‘sorry, I’m drunk’ tacked on, you clutched your phone to your chest as you waited for his reply.

“(Y/N), you in here?” Megumi threw open your bedroom door with no warning or second thought, his eyes bulging out of his skull seeing you spread out on your bed in lingerie.

“Gumi, get out!” Throwing your hands over your body, you let your phone fall to the floor. Stuck in a drunken stupor, Megumi didn’t leave the room, but he did look down at the text Toji sent you.

“Why is my dad texting you that he’s fucking rock hard?” Curling his lip in disgust as he read the message aloud, he scrolled up to see the previous messages, his mouth falling open at seeing your pictures.

“Megumi!” Snatching your phone angrily from him, you gave him a hard shove. “Leave!”

“(Y/N), don’t let him do this to you!” Megumi barely moved from the push.

“Just leave!”

“No! I won’t let him ruin your life!” Grabbing onto your shoulders, Megumi swayed slightly. “I know it can be exciting to get attention like this but- but don’t do it with him.”

“You don’t know anything.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you refuse to meet Megumi’s eyes. He’s silent for a beat, weighing whatever options are inside his head.

“I do know some things.” Licking his lips nervously, Megumi tilts his head and catches your eye. “I do know anyone is better for you than that nasty fuck. Even I’m better than him.”

“Yeah?” For some reason, you crack a smile for him. There’s something about how adamant Megumi hates his father that makes you laugh a little.

“Let me show you.” His voice drops and Megumi shuffles closer to you, the fabric of his t-shirt grazing your nipples through the thin fabric of the bra. The action, along with the way Megumi looks at you, has the heat between your legs picking up again.

You’re grabbing his collar and kissing him before you can take a full breath in, lips drunkenly smashing against each other as you stumble back onto your bed. Megumi’s hands go up and down your sides, grabbing and squeezing your flesh between his fingers.

Kissing down your neck, Megumi’s hand slides under your panties and he doesn’t speak on the fact you’re already wet enough that he can slide two fingers into your cunt with ease. Even if the fact does catch his mind it’s gone just as quickly as he grinds the heel of his hand on your clit.

Sloppily rutting into your thigh, Megumi lets out a pleased sigh when you tug his sweatpants down and free his cock. Jerking him off as you kiss, he swats your hand away when he finally gets fully situated overtop of you.

“Fuck.” You both groan as he slides in, your panties hooked to the side because both of you were too frantic to properly take them off. Megumi kisses you as he thrusts into you, noses bumping painfully together as you chase your high.

Even with Megumi looking exactly like him, you still find yourself wishing it was Toji above you. They sound nearly identical as well, Megumi’s groans a dead ringer for his fathers. Keeping your eyes squinted, you force the image of Toji to be the one in front of you and combined with Megumi messily rubbing your clit, you’re able to cum with a soft moan the same time as Megumi.

“Shit, I came inside.” When the glow of his orgasm finally subsided, Megumi pulled out of you with a hiss and slid your underwear back into place.

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” A decision you were happy about, remembering Toji had cum inside you as well. Sitting with you a few minutes longer, catching his breath and lightly petting your hair, Megumi comes to a slow stand.

“I’m going to take a shower, try to get some sleep.” Pulling your blanket over you, the two of you share a smile before he leaves. Your phone lays forgotten on the floor, all the ensuing text messages from Toji ignored as you fall asleep.

It’s not that he’s upset. No no, Toji could never be upset with you. He was more disappointed than anything. Coming home in the dead of night to an empty bottle of vodka on the floor and his son passed out drunk in his bed, and then coming to your room to see you still in the lingerie you’d sent pictures of with cum that wasn’t his smeared along your panties.

No, Toji wasn’t upset. But the way he ripped the blanket off your body could lead you to think otherwise. Staring at you, passed out and utterly helpless beneath him, the desire to ruin you had him rolling his shoulders. He was getting excited at the prospect of hurting you, teaching you a lesson in not sharing what was his.

Climbing on top of you, Toji spread your legs apart, a sick grin pushing his cheeks up. It wasn’t everyday he got to use his own sons cum as lube, and it surely wouldn’t happen again. But as Toji slid his cock into you and the squelch of it sounded around his cock, he couldn’t help but let out a deep, low laugh.

Lighting a cigarette over you, Toji goes slow in fucking your sleeping body. He doesn’t need to worry about your mother possibly wondering where he was; he had drugged her on the way back home. Megumi wouldn’t wake up even if you screamed, liquor was always a good nightcap for him.

Maybe Toji was a bit upset, because the longer he stared at you, the more irritated he became. He knew he would have to take care of Megumi later, smack the kid around a few times and send him on a train back to university. But with you, your punishment needed to be special.

“Wakey wakey, sweetheart.” He sang to himself, nearly dropping the cigarette dangling between his lips as he shifted forward and wrapped both hands around your neck. Slowly increasing the pressure, Toji’s eyes flew open in delight when you choked and sputtered to life.

“Toji?!” Your voice was practically none existent, there was hardly any air left in your lungs for you to make a sound. Your fingers clawed at Toji, struggling to be let go in your still drunken haze.

“Thought you could go and be a slut, did ya?” Leaning over you, Toji begins to pound into you. Although there’s a slightly softer give because you’re still wet, your cunt still burns painfully from the treatment and Toji refuses to be even the slightest bit gentle.

He lets go of your neck when your hands fall slack, clamping one hand on your waist as the other ashes his cigarette over your stomach, watching as it settles onto your skin.

“Le-let me go.” You force the words out between hard gulps of air.

“Why, so you can fuck my son again?” He cocks his head to the side and takes a long drag, blowing the smoke right in your face.

“How do you-”

“Cameras, baby. I put cameras all over the house and there’s a couple in your room right now.” Toji revels in your surprised expression and even more so in the pained one you give him when he takes another drag and puts the lit cigarette against your skin. You scream exactly how he wanted you to and he does it again and again.

“Toji! Toji stop, please-” You sob, trying to swat away the cigarette butt getting your hands pinned to the mattress instead. Looking down at your thighs, there’s several blooming burns taking shape, marring your skin and leaving bloody welts.

“Only if you stop being a slut.” Finally done with his cigarette, Toji flicks it onto your bed to be dealt with later. Planting both hands by your head, Toji sneers down at you. “Tell me, are you ever going to fuck someone else again?”

“N-no.” Tears cloud your vision and you shakily put your arms around Toji’s shoulders as he fucks you even harder.

“No what?”

“No daddy!” Fully wailing, you bury your face into Toji’s neck when he leans down close enough. “No no no no.” Your quivering little cries are all Toji needs to cum, slamming his hips against yours one last time before stilling completely. He breathes deeply as his seed mixes with Megumi’s, too much for your cunt to handle as it spills out when he pulls out.

“That’s what I thought.” Toji isn’t gentle when he removes himself from you. He’s even less so in removing your lingerie, ripping it to shreds with his bare hands and touting that it was ruined now. He leaves you alone for a few minutes, returning in only his boxers with a new shirt in his hands that he forces onto you.

Sitting at the head of your bed, Toji pulls you into his lap. His shirt does a good job of covering the burn marks littering your upper thighs, something you want to forget about sooner rather than later.

“I’m telling my mom.” The words fall slowly from your mouth, taking all your courage to say. Toji snorts, lighting another cigarette and blowing the smoke into the air.

“Life’ll get a lot worse for you if you become a little tattle-tale.” He says it calmly, meeting your eye when you pull away to look up at him. “Who do you think stopped all those debt collectors? Payed off this shitty house and filled not only your mom's bank account but also your fridge.”

“I-”

“Who’s gonna take care of her if I leave? You two certainly weren’t cutting it without me.” He’s right and you know it. The truth of the matter was that you couldn’t survive without Toji’s money and if your mother left him, the two of you would have an even harder time finding work.

The truth made tears burn your lashes and fall down your cheeks, hiccuping cries left your lips that were only slightly muffled by Toji pulling your head into his chest. Putting out his cigarette, he ran a hand down your back and cooed.

“Oh pretty baby, don’t cry. Daddy won’t do it again, he promises. So long as you promise to keep that little mouth shut and let him do whatever he wants. We got a deal?” Toji half nods your head for you, pressing a big kiss to your forehead.

“Daddy, m’tired.” Sniffling loudly, you force the tears to stop falling, biting your lip to stem the flow.

“Let’s go to sleep then.” Shuffling you under the covers, Toji follows suit. He smells strongly of cigarettes, the scent overtaking you as his head hits your pillow. Pulling you against his body, Toji grips your ass tightly. “Goodnight doll.”

“Goodnight.” Biting back another wave of tears, you push your head into Tojis chest and will yourself to go to sleep.

Being awoken with your step fathers hands around your neck had been scary and was imprinted on your mind for the rest of your life. But waking up in the morning with your legs over his shoulders and his face buried in your cunt was surely a memory that would stick with you as well.

“There she is.” Toji grinned, his chin glistening as he looked up at you. “Took you long enough.” Shoving his tongue deep into you, Toji stifled any opportunity for a response. Your heels dug into his back, hand shooting out to grip his messy bedhead. With how sensitive you were already, he must have been between your legs for a while.

Sucking on your clit, Toji groaned as you gripped his hair painfully hard, your back arching high off the bed as you came. Your body thrashed around, hands trying to pull Toji closer while also pushing him away. Pulling his mouth away, Toji rubbed his fingers against your clit in the absence of his tongue.

“Good morning, princess.” Laughing when you smacked his hands away, Toji sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, making a show of licking off all of your slick that coated his face.

“G-good morning.” Breathless from the ordeal, you dumbly kissed Toji back when he knelt down and captured your lips. You could taste yourself so strongly on his tongue and smell yourself on his skin.

Breaking the kiss, Toji helped you dress for the day. He didn’t make any mention or acknowledge the marks on your legs, only giving them a flitting glance as you pulled on some pants.

Walking down the stairs together, to your horror Megumi was already in the kitchen when you walked in. He glared angrily at Toji, giving the man a wide berth as he moved about the space. Slinking to the farthest wall, he sent you a pitying look and took a sip of the coffee in his mug.

“Good morning!” Your mother announced her presence with a loud yawn, barreling into the kitchen with terrible bedhead and a stumble to her walk.

“Good morning mom.” You couldn’t look her in the eyes, keeping your head bowed as you returned her greeting.

“Morning honey.” Toji smirked, kissing your mother right on the mouth and keeping her there for a few seconds.

“Get a room.” Megumi mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at the two.

“Toji, what’s that taste in your mouth?” Smacking her lips together as she pulled away from the kiss, your mother furrowed her brows. “Is that a new gum or something?” Making direct eye contact with you, Toji snorts and pulls her into a hug.

“Yeah, something like that.”

#tw: pseudoincest #tw: cheating #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | -   Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee). 

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed. 

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish.  “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes. 

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better. 

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you. 

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face. 

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly. 

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. 

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.” You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips. 

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way. 

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were. 

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion. 

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on? 

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week. 

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker. 

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way." 

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while. 

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either. 

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out. 

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside. 

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you. 

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of  his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know". 

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right. 

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?" 

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though. 

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t. 

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

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[aiiwa]

BEAUTIFUL IN BLUE — IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

— iwaizumi hajime.

⤷ genre: college au - fluff / smut

⤷ warnings: cursing, mature content and themes. smut: fingering (vaginal and anal), unprotected sex. kind of proof read but if you see a typo...no you didn’t.

⤷ word count: 6.4k

— a/n: set in the “FRESHMAN YEAR” universe, and is a continuation of “PRETTY IN PINK” - which i suggest reading before this. for those who wanted some real action after pretty in pink, this is for you <3.

a couple of weeks had passed since the incident. at least that’s what you had been addressing the day you had sent photos of you modelling your new lingerie to iwa, as. things had seemingly returned back to normal, photo unmentioned, and still your steady friendship continued with the oblivious brunette.

and now november had announced its arrival, with your boots beginning to disappear under crunchy oceans of cherry, merigold and bronze, and the potent, musky-sweet smell of browning leaves swirling around the air. it was the tell tale sign that fall was well and truly here, and what better of a time to drive out of town for the day, and celebrate momijigari.

at least that’s what you had told yourself before, what was meant to be a two hour drive, turned into over three hours spent in a car with the oversized toddlers know as your best friends.

“i’m hungry~!” whined toddler number one from behind you.

mattsun outstretched his long arms, reaching around the passenger seat you sat in, in an attempt to steal more of your snacks. you had made sure everyone knew to bring their own food and water, double- no, triple checked everyone was on the same page. but of course it was no surprise that mattsun was the only one to turn up empty handed. so when his grabby hands slapped against your cheeks for the nth time, you angled your face and snapped your jaw right on his thumb.

mattsun shrieks, jolting back away from you. “fucking hell, y/n!”

twisting around in your seat, you smirk, watching as he checked over the distinct bite mark on his red thumb.

“ha, serves you right.” pipes the figure slouched next to mattsun in the back seat. “ugh i need to take a leak.”

the peach-haired, number two toddler was none other than makki. he’d woken up cranky that morning, and it only seemed to worsen when he’d been shoved into the back with the chatty mattsun. within the first ten minutes he had tried to suffocate the latter with his pillow, and when that didn’t work, he took to blasting music in his headphones and facing himself towards the window for majority of the ride. only engaging with everyone when you began snacking, and he had decided to drink all of his juice just to spite mattsun.

“oi, iwa! control your gremlin!”

“shut up.”

“no, you shut up! you didn’t even want to share your juice with me!”

“i will literally piss on you right now.”

losing interest in the bickering duo behind you, your attention diverted to the third, brooding toddler beside you in the driver’s seat. you had spent majority of the drive admiring the way iwa handled himself behind the wheel; the flex of his arms under the fitted cotton of his blue long sleeve as he turned the wheel, and how the pads of his long fingers would tap against the worn leather to the beat of whatever tune began playing on shuffle. yet out of everything, it was when iwa took to mumbling the lyrics of whichever cheesy love song you were belting out to, that you found yourself falling even deeper into the pit of your affections for him.

throughout the drive, iwa had mostly managed to ignore the others’ antics - with your intervention of course. but with how tight his grip on the steering wheel had become from the squabbling in the backseat, and the dark look brewing under his cap; it was clear how close he was to losing his cool.

extending your arm out in front of him, you offer the hershey bar in your hand, brushing it against the pout of his bottom lip. iwa’s olive eyes glance questioningly at you from the side, to which you only offer a small grin.

“take a bite.” you order. the, ‘you look like you need it,’ is silent, but obvious in the way you prod the treat at his closed mouth.

“mmph-”

his eyes returned to the road before him as he parted his lips, pink tongue making a brief appearance before he took a small bite of your chocolate. you attempt to retract your arm, until iwa moves one hand to grab your wrist; bringing you back to him to take a bigger bite of the sweet, thumb rubbing against the inner side of your palm.

the corner of his mouth tugs upwards, as he mumbles a small, “thank you.”

heat floods your cheeks, and you catch yourself before you drop the chocolate on his lap. distracted by the deafening beat of your heart pounding in your ears, you don’t notice the silence that fills the car, or the not-so subtle click of mattsun snapping a photo of the two of you in the front and sending it to the group chat. you’re pulled out of your slight trance, by a flash of peach entering your field of view.

“that was disgusting...ly sweet. and now i suddenly need to puke, so hurry it up would you.”

as makki leans back, mattsun is quick to replace him, popping his head between you and iwa.

“don’t just ignore me, y/n, feed me chocolate too!”

rolling your eyes, you shove the bar in his mouth; the rest of you three laugh as he falls back into his seat, all the while he happily munches on the treat.

a little time passes before iwa’s flicking his indicator, signalling his turn into the free parking space outside the nature reserve. he shifts the gear into park before everyone piles out - makki walking over to wrap his thick, fossil grey scarf around your neck, the cashmere soft against your skin; while mattsun offers to carry your little backpack, only sending you a sly smile when you question his reasoning for taking the bag from you. you hug iwa’s offered arm to your chest, as the four of you start trekking along the uneven pathways leading towards lake kawaguchi. the walk isn’t necessarily long, but none of you are in a rush - strolling leisurely and enjoying the atmosphere.

and when you finally reach the end of your walk, you still yourself, awestruck by the beauty surrounding you. the glassy lake shimmering under the afternoon rays, crisp maple leaves painted red, swaying to the breezy flow of the cool wind, and the tinkling laughter from young children running about on the golden fields - filled your chest with warmth.

“it’s so beautiful here.”

your voice comes out as a whisper for only iwa’s ears to hear; with makki off to relieve himself and mattsun trailing after him, acting as if you didn’t see him rummaging through your snacks. iwa only hums in agreement, missing the way he hasn’t even acknowledged the view, his gaze set solely on you.

this is what the tradition of momijigari meant; taking time away from your busy schedule to spend a moment to enjoy this small piece of life. and of course, capturing the moment with some of your favourite people on camera. so when you busied yourself with taking photos with the towering men, it really shouldn’t have surprised you when your phone began to buzz with an incoming facetime call.

sliding your thumb across the screen to answer the call, you’re greeted by the sight of oikawa’s toothy grin; illuminated by a bright light you knew had to be artificial, since it was nearing two a.m. in argentina.

“yahoo, y/n-chan! you didn’t think i’d miss out on a photoshoot did you? i already missed out on you feeding me chocolate!” you shoot an embarrassed glanced at iwa, noticing the slight furrow between his brows and the faint dust of pink across his cheeks.

“photoshoot…?” a confused makki mumbles behind you.

mattsun leans over your shoulder, shoving his face in the camera. “oi, isn’t it late for you?”

you raise a single shaped brow as oikawa scoffs, brushing his fingers through his perfectly styled hair. “the pretty face of this group has finally blessed you, and that’s all you have to say?” mattsun scrunches his face in offence, as oikawa continues. “besides, i may be in a different country but i refuse to miss out!”

and it was because of his soft pout that you found yourself posing with your phone by your face, making sure to catch oikawa’s best angles; having long given up on questioning the setter and his antics. the so-called photoshoot came to an abrupt end later on when a tired and cranky oikawa yawned, apparently ruining another photo according to him, and iwa’s finger just so happened to slip and disconnect the video call.

“he’s stubborn.” was all he had said when you, makki and mattsun side eyed him. “we should head back home before it gets late.”

the drive back to tokyo seemed relatively faster than the journey to fujikawaguchiko. it was as if your body went into autopilot as you sat behind the wheel, this time taking responsibility as the driver while the boys napped; only coming to when you were parking iwa’s truck into their apartment’s parking lot, moments after the sun had set.

it was a silent and unanimous decision to order take out for dinner, the four of you seated around the black walnut dining table to dig in. meal times with the boys were hectic, and competitive for the most part - it was survival of the fittest. you were often being challenged by mattsun - tonight having lost the last few gyoza to him.

though it became obvious who the real loser was when mattsun flopped his head onto your lap, while you were lounging out on the settee.

“y/n~” mattsun drawled out. “rub my belly, it hurts!”

“no.”

“please, y/n~! my one and only best friend, the moon to my stars, the curry to my rice-”

he releases a satisfied sigh once you reach a hand out to press your palm against his stomach, rubbing soothing circles to stop his whining; and you catch makki roll his beady eyes at the two of you, as he flicks through suggested films to watch on netflix. iwa strolls into the living room, pillows and a comforter stacked in his arms; laying them neatly on the couch he shares with you on movie nights.

“oh, iwa, could you send me the photos please?” he nods his head once, barely glancing over at you and mattsun; pulling out his phone and dropping himself unceremoniously across the adjacent sofa. “thank you.” you call out once your phone pings with several notifications.

still rubbing mattsun’s stomach, your free hand casually scrolls through the pictures from today.

you snicker to yourself at the first series of chaotic images. a selfie with smushed faces pressed together and a phone-sized oikawa tucked right under your jaw, a blurry pic of the boys throwing vermillion leaves at each other, and even a timed snapshot where you, mattsun and makki had leapt on iwa’s back - your legs wrapped around his torso, while makki squished you from behind, and mattsun had flopped himself on top of the pile. there was even a shot of the aftermath, your phone and oikawa somehow surviving the tumble, and a deadpanned iwa staring straight at the camera as the three of you behind him cackled with your heads thrown back.

at least a few wholesome pictures had been captured. a sweet group photo with all of you huddled by each other in front of a vibrant maple tree; you and iwa were flanked by mattsun and makki respectively, as oikawa was held between you and iwa like a prized trophy. even a rare moment where makki and mattsun had their arms hooked around each other, with easy going grins on both of their faces, had been caught.

butterflies erupted in your tummy, fluttering about once you swiped to the next photo. it was a candid shot of you and iwa standing by the brilliant blue lake front. you were leaning into his side, holding two leaves at the top of your head to mimic cat ears, face tilted upwards. giggling, your eyes were shut, and only now can you see that you missed the soft smile iwa donned looking down at you.

it was almost painful to admit that together you looked like a couple, and it didn’t help that most times you even acted as such. sneaking a glance at the man in question, you watch him chatting quietly to makki, gripping your phone tightly in your grasp at the sound of him laughing at whatever snide comment escaped your peach-haired friend. you couldn’t help but sigh, being in love with one of your best friends only got harder each day.

unknowingly you had already swiped to the last photo iwa had sent, so when you return your gaze the screen, you shriek; dropping your phone flat on mattsun’s face.

“um, what the fuck, ow.”

iwa’s sharp eyes shoot towards you instantly. “what’s wrong?”

you only shake your head, warmth filling your cheeks and an itch you just can’t scratch prickling under your skin. makki only shrugs, shifting his attention back to the television. iwa is more hesitant, the feeling of his olive eyes giving you a once over does nothing to calm your nerves from being sent into overdrive. when he finally turns away, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“ugh, what even had you going even more crazy than usual all of a sudden?” mattsun groans from your lap. as he reaches to lift your phone off of his face, you’re quick to snatch the device away.

“n-nothing!” he only raises a thick brow at your defensive tone, before grabbing your hand to continue your ministrations.

glancing around the room, you pull the screen close to your face; taking in the photo, you felt your mouth run dry. 

there was no way this could have been sent to you on purpose - because the sight of a shirtless iwa at his second home, the gym, was definitely not taken at lake kawaguchi. anyone with eyes could tell how ripped iwa was under his fitted shirts. but over the past few months you had noticed that he’d run off to the gym more often; and it was obvious in the way his clothes struggled to stretch over his bulked up build these days.

it was a mid work out, mirror selfie; iwa’s dark, mocha coloured hair plastered to his forehead, bare chest glistening from the sweat dripping down from his neck. he was seated on the rubber floor, one long, tanned leg stretched out in front of him with the other bent at the knee, elbow resting loosely against his leg. your eyes greedily took in the defined dips of his toned stomach, dark snail trail leading downwards to the evident bulge of his grey shorts; the hem cutting into the flexed muscles of his thighs.

the heat pooling between your thighs as your imagination ran wild was just about to peak when-

“oi, y/n.” you almost jump, locking your screen, and blinking away the dazed look in your eyes. when your vision cleared, you found makki standing in front of you. “we’re gonna watch the movie now.”

“oh, right.”

mattsun rolls off your lap with a groan, complaining to makki about who is gonna rub his belly now, while you stand up. shuffling over to iwa, he stretches before shifting and making room for you to squeeze in next to him.

“c’mere.” he mumbles, throwing his arm around you and pulling you into his side.

the beat of your pounding heart is almost deafening in your ears, you’re near to hyperventilating, as your mind is sent into overdrive. the two of you were always cuddling platonically during movies, ever since the one time you had complained about being cold in their apartment. but this time was different. ‘is this how he felt when you had sent a picture of your new lingerie?’ you think to yourself. you spend the next hour deep in your thoughts, completely lost to whatever is happening in the sci-fi film makki had chosen, and when the end credits start rolling on the screen - iwa announces he’ll drop you off back to your dorm.

it’s close to midnight; so makki wishes you a goodnight, as a sleepy mattsun rests against his shoulder, making grabby hands for you not to go. you wave as you leave, following after iwa who opens the passenger side door of his truck, helping you jump up into the seat, before closing the door and making his way to the driver’s side.

your dorm isn’t too far from their apartment complex, so you’re not surprised at how quick the ride is. the street is unusually busy, yet completely void of any roaming students. and with no private parking for students, iwa’s forced to pull up near a secluded cluster of tall trees, a bit away from the dorm entrance.

“i’ll walk you in.” iwa says, leaving no room for argument. he reaches for his phone, as a message flashes across his screen. “oh, oikawa asked why you’ve been ignoring his messages.”

“huh?” you flip your own phone in your hand, watching as the facial recognition unlocks and suddenly iwa’s gym selfie is on full display for the both of you. it takes a moment for you to process the situation, and all you can manage is a simple, “oh,” as you resist the urge to fling your phone out of the window.

“nice photo.” iwa pipes up, you don’t even try to look at him, but the smirk in his tone is evident. “where’d you get it?”

his question throws you off, and you’re quick to turn your head to narrow your eyes at him. “what do you mean? iwa, you literally sent it to me?!”

“really? shit i must have done it by accident.”

“an accident?”

“yeah, like what you did to me. remember?”

you gasp, moving back almost as if you’ve been struck, while iwa simply laughs at your expression. a full on belly laugh that has him throwing his head back, illuminated by the glow emitting through his open moon roof. you should’ve been dwelling in the embarrassment that came with him turning your own words back on you - yet you found your own laughter mixing in with his. only when both of you had calmed down a bit, did an electrified silence fill the car.

fiddling with your phone in your lap, the strands of hair curtaining the sides of your face, is brushed aside and tucked behind the cuff of your ear. glancing at iwa, the corner of his mouth is pulled up into a fond smile as his thumb caresses the shell of your ear.

“sorry for teasing you, pretty lady. couldn’t help myself after you sent me that picture looking all pretty in pink.”

“i…” words escape you as his large hand trails down the side of your cheek. you’re suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to do something - it’s almost at the tip of your tongue, before you grab at his wrist and whisper a, “fuck it.”

leaning over the middle, you reach a hand to hold the back of his head as your lips press against his own. lips even softer than they appeared, the lingering taste of his wild cherry lip balm, the same one you owned, tasted sweeter than you remembered. after a moment, of the kiss not being reciprocated, you pull back.

“just had to do it once.” you murmur, lips still tingling.

iwa’s minty breath fans across your face as he releases an airy sigh. “then let’s do it a second time.”

this time his hand wraps loosely around your neck, pulling you towards him, and slanting his mouth over yours. you moan into the kiss as his tongue darts out to tease your lower lip. leaning into him, you almost keel forward as this time he pulls away. slightly breathless, you open your eyes to take in the barely restrained lust and adoration in his handsome features, mimicking you’re own.

“third time’s a charm, right?”

the devilish grin iwa gives you in response to your innocently posed question, has you climbing over the centre console. at the same time he’s rolling the chair back away from the leather steering wheel, making space for you to slide onto his lap and straddle him. molding your lips to his, the feeling of your tongue exploring his mouth and you grinding into him slowly; has him release a hiss as his hands grab at the fullness of your ass.

tugging at his collar, your words are muffled against his mouth. “take this off, now.”

he chuckles at your demand, pulling the hem of his shirt past the bulk of his shoulders and over his head - blindly throwing it to the backseat. you drag your eyes over the sight of his broad chest, taking in every delicious dip of his stomach; leaning forward, your tongue licks a tentative stripe along his neck, that has iwa’s breath hitch before peppering wet kisses along his skin. your hands roam around his toned body, while his own larger ones slide under your top; a searing hot trail following his exploration of your body. he draws small circles at your hips, leading up to hold your waist and bring your even closer against him.

“your turn, baby.” he whispers to you, fisting the bottom half of your top. “be fair to me, i wanna see more of you.”

sitting up straight in his lap, you slip the thin top over your head; following his suit in flinging it to the backseat. your hair brushed past your bare shoulders, exposed skin feeling the chill of the autumn night; but the look in iwa’s olive eyes, irradiated by the moonlight streaming in from the uncovered moonroof, was scorching hot. rough palms, flat against your smooth skin, slid over your tummy, teasing the sheer mesh of your bra, before playing with the baby blue ribbons on the straps.

“y/n.” iwa groans out, tracing the floral stitching and feeling the hardened nubs of your nipples under the fabric. with the moon haloing behind you, the way he stares up at you is so raw and intense, it has you frozen in anticipation. “you look so fucking beautiful in blue.”

he doesn’t wait for your response as he reaches behind you to unhook your bra, freeing your breasts from its confines. iwa’s quick to take a pebbled nub into his hot mouth, suckling as his fingers tweak the other. your fingers thread through his dark locks, when he moves and switches his focus; a lewd string of saliva dragging from your nipple to his pink tongue. stuttered grinding from his mouth distracting you, had you reaching a hand between each other to palm his erection - wanting to ease some of the tension. but iwa’s quick to snatch your hand away.

“iwa...let me touch you?”

releasing you from his mouth, he kisses the pout from your lips. “no, baby, don’t worry about me.”

“why not?” you whine.

“i wanna make you feel real good, gotta prep you for me first. is that okay with you, baby?” he only smiles softly as you start to relax against him. “i need to know if you’re okay with this. care about you so much, i just want you to be comfortable. let me know if you wanna stop right now.”

“no, h-haji...please, i don’t want to stop. i want you so bad. i need you, ah-”

your consent was all he needed before he pulls you back into him, kissing you so slow you feel dizzy; his hands travel low on your body, working the button of your jeans, as your fingers dig into his shoulders. when he breaks away from you, he helps you slip out of the dark denim, tugging each pant leg off until all you wearing is the stringy, baby blue panties that leaves little to the imagination.

“fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” iwa groans out, rubbing a hand across his face as you giggle lightly. while you hover over him, he quickly strips off his pants, kicking them off onto the floor before grabbing onto your hips. “flip around on me, baby. that’s right, face the front.”

settling down onto his lap, the thin cotton of his briefs does nothing to hide the print of his hard-on he’s sporting underneath. and with your back pressed to his warm chest, you roll your hips teasingly into him.

“come on, haji...let me help you.” you huff, continuing to grind against him.

“oi, cut it out.”

his grip on your hips tighten in warning, and you gasp as he manhandles you easily. shifting you around so that the heel of your left foot digs into his thigh, the other secured at the edge of the leather wheel; he has your legs wide open. before you can even think about any stragglers catching you so vulnerable; iwa hooks his arm under your thigh, pads of his fingers brushing over your clothed pussy.

“haaaa~” you breathe out, hips jerking into his touch.

“fuck baby, your panties are soaked.” he continues to tease you over the drenched crotch of your panties. iwa rubs lazy circles, casually sliding under the material to play with your silk folds. his touches have you yearning for more, as you feel yourself slowly going insane as he starts to coat his fingers in your slick.

“mmm...touch me, haji...properly.”

wriggling around in his embrace, you keen once he pulls his hand away from you; holding his fingers before you, showing off how they glisten so prettily in under the moon. and then you watch over your shoulder as he leads his hand to his mouth, and licks his fingers clean.

“you taste so fucking sweet.” he’s quick to bring his fingers back to your drooling pussy, coating his fingers once again, but this time bringing them to your own lips. “here, have a taste for yourself.”

opening your mouth, iwa wastes no time pressing his long digits flat against your tongue. sucking on his fingers, you savour the saccharine essence of your pussy; moaning at your own flavour sending your tastebuds into overdrive. iwa hums, heated gaze taking in the way you take his fingers in your mouth; he slowly pulls them back out with a pop - smiling softly at the way you stare at him, all wide-eyed and wanton.

“should we get you out of these messy panties now, baby?”

at your eager nods, iwa presses a kiss to your shoulder as he has you lift your hips up; slipping your soaked panties off, and placing them on the passenger seat side the two of you. sitting you back down against him, he hooks both arms around the undersides of your thighs, grabbing at your soft flesh and spreading you wide open for him. you whimper when a big hand cups your sex, rough palm brushing against your throbbing clit.

“shh.” iwa coos, entranced with how you’re rolling your hips to grind against his hand. “i got you.”

he presses his thumb against your clit, circling the sensitive bud peaking past your puffy lips; as his middle finger teases your slit. slowly he pushes his finger inside you, a heavy, relieved moan escapes your throat, as he easily slides in and out of you. through heavy lidded eyes you watch as fog clouds the windows of iwa’s truck, the glass steamy; while perspiration collects between your bodies. you’re brought back to focus on iwa, when he teases a second finger against your slit, dipping inside you and stretching you out even more. hissing, you clench around him; the lewd squelches as he fucks you with his thick fingers, has you digging your heels into his thigh and the steering wheel.

the way iwa’s fingers reaches deeper inside than you could ever on your own, and the added stimulation to your clit, has the tightening coil in your belly snap as you cum all over his hand.

“oh baby, feels good doesn’t it?”

“yeshhh...h-haji, mmph-”

he doesn’t stop pumping you with his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm to the end. even when you feel the high descend, twitching at the slight overstim, you expect him to stop. but all he does is bury his face in the crook between your shoulder and neck, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin as the hand not occupied with your pussy, fondles your ass. you lean into him, mewling at his touches when your breath hitches at a new sensation.

“haji, no! it’s dirty!”

the hand at your ass had moved to pet at your puckered hole - completely drenched in your cum, he was sure he could slide a single finger in with ease. and he was right. the feeling of your tight hole being prodded, stretched by the tip of his forefinger, before sucking the entire digit inside - had you throwing your head back in pleasure.

“f-ah-uck! oh shit, nghhh!”

“you gonna cum again for me, baby?”

the feeling of both your ass and pussy being stuffed full of iwa’s fingers is overwhelming. you’re a panting and moaning mess, writhing on top of him. and when the back of your head is thrown back into iwa’s shoulder, all you can see is hazy stars in the sky as you stare up, completely intoxicated by the feeling of his fingers moving inside you - brushing against the thin barrier of skin between your two holes. the familiar pressure in your tummy has you bucking your hips and crying out.

“you’re squeezing my fingers so tight.” he maintains the same steady pace, fucking his fingers into you nice and deep, while working your sensitive clit. its only a few seconds later he hits a particular spot that has you jolting forward, crying out at your sudden release. “shit, that’s right, i can feel you cumming all over my hands again, baby.”

you can barely think straight as your body trembles from the aftershocks of your second orgasm. still in a daze, iwa eases his fingers out of your twitching holes, and you groan at the empty feeling.

“you okay?” iwa asks, wrapping his arm around your waist. you nod, chest heaving as you attempt to steady your breathing. “you think you can cum one more time from my fingers-”

“no!” you grab at his wrists when he moves to play with you again. “i need you inside me, haji. please.”

whatever calm iwa had possessed while pleasuring you had vanished at your words. sticky hands lifted you up by your waist, turning you around to straddle him - while he slightly lowered the back of his seat. lip locked, your hands find themselves wrapped around the nape of his neck, while iwa’s hands grab at your body - stilling your wriggling form as he grinds up into you.

without breaking the kiss, you reach down and ease your fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs; hand brushing against the tip of iwa’s cock. that earns you a muffled groan as he allows you to hover over him and slide the boxer briefs down his muscled thighs. your mouth salivates at the sight of his cock slapping against his toned stomach. he was easily the biggest you’d ever seen, with a thick vein on the underside, and a red, angry tip leaking pre-cum.

“fuck, you’re so big haji.”

he hisses when your hand touches him, you can barely wrap your fingers around him; and you start to question if he could even fit inside you. iwa notices the slight hesitation in your movements.

“we don’t have to.” he reassures, brushing the hair out of your lust filled eyes. “i can play with you some more, or i can eat you out in the back seat-”

“-haji.” you cut him off, stroke him before lining him at your dripping entrance, grinding the leaking tip across your slit. “i’ve wanted this for so long.” lowering yourself, you gasp at the delicious stretch of his tip entering you. “i’ve wanted you for so long. don’t hold back, give me everything.” and with that, you completely impale yourself on his cock.

“fuck, y/n, i can feel you clamping down on me- shit baby, you gotta move.”

lifting one leg at a time, you shift around off of your knees, steadying yourself on your tip toes; before grabbing onto iwa’s shoulders and starting to slowly ride him. his hands roam across your body freely, loving squeezes trailed in their path, as praise after praise is whispered out to you.

“you take my cock so well, fuck.”

your fingers dig into his shoulder blades as you quicken your pace. bouncing yourself faster on his fat cock, iwa’s attention is drawn to to the way your breasts move in front of him; massaging the soft flesh, and then leaning forward to smush his face between them.

“could stay right here forever.” his muffled voice croons. 

you whimper at the feeling of his hot tongue dragging a wet trail down the valley between your breasts, and you’re certain plum love bites will have bloomed across your chest by sunrise. your arms shoot up to press against the foggy glass of the moon roof above you, palms pressed flat against the steamy window, handprints painted on the transparent screen - as you bounce harder and faster. the lewd sound of your ass slapping against his thighs and of your pussy sucking him in with each stroke; shows how desperate you are to cum again.

“you’ll cum on my cock, won’t you baby? i can feel how close you are, shit, you’re so close aren’t you?”

the way you ride him gradually becomes sloppier the closer you are to cumming, so when he holds your waist and helps you bounce on him, you cry out in relief.

“f-fuck, feels s’g-good, haji! nghh, yes, yes, yes-!”

only as he reaches a hand down to roll your sensitive clit between his index and thumb, do you fall apart on his cock. your velvety walls spasm around him as he continues to fuck you through your high in chase of his own, overstimming you even more as you cream all over him, tongue lolling out. the sheer intensity of your orgasm has you collapsing forward onto his heaving chest, a babbling mess, while he holds you to him.

“you made such a mess on me, baby.” he huffs out.

“h-haji.” you whimper into his neck, arms looped around his. “s’too sensitive, haaa~”

your knees are by his hips, the tops of your feet pressed against his inner thighs, as he rolls his hips into you. large hands slide down your spine, over the curve of your ass to knead the smooth flesh in his palms.

“just hold on to me baby. you got one last one for me, don’t you?” all you can do is nod, releasing an onslaught of mewls and moans. “that’s a good girl, fuck.”

iwa is relentless in pursuit of his own orgasm - fucking into you at a punishing pace that has your mouth jar open in a silent cry, his truck jolting with each snap of his hips. your juices completely drench his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease, and you’re sure by now your pussy has been shaped out by the imprint of his cock. you can feel him throbbing inside of you, close to his climax; while his fingers dig into your ass shoving you down on his cock, and hitting your sweet spot over and over that you can’t help but gush all over him yet again.

“h-ah-ji, hnghh!” you sob, your body spent and thighs slick with your cum.

iwa only lasts a little longer with the way you were clenching down on him; pulling out of your fucked out pussy, and setting you on his thighs. he fists his cock in his hand, jerking himself a few times before thick, white cum spurts out - coating his entire hand and painting his stomach.

“mmm baby, that was fucking amazing.” he growls out, leaning back into the seat to catch his breath. “d’you feel okay?”

you only hum, entranced by how much cum he spilled. or wasted, you thought to yourself.

“can you reach over to the back and grab the towel in my gym bag, gotta clean us up…” your lack of focus has iwa trailing off. “y/n?”

“we don’t need the towel.”

reaching for the hand covered in his seed, you bring it to your mouth. iwa tries to question what you meant by that, though he’s cut off when you lick a tentative strip across his palm. gathering his cum on your tongue, you swirl his essence around in your mouth, before swallowing. you make a show of taking each finger in your mouth, sucking his cum clean. once his hand is licked clean, you slide down his lap; ready to do the same over his abs.

“you’re so good to me, y/n.” iwa runs his fingers through your hair, and then pats your head. “y/n?” he calls out again, still petting your head just as your about to trace the dips of his stomach with your tongue.

“hmm?”

“y/n? y/n?”

you move back away from him. “what?”

“y/n? oi, y/n? wake up!”

iwa watches as you jolt up from where you had fallen asleep on his lap. makki, who had been hovering over you, moves away as you try to swat at him - a confused look on your face.

“huh?”

“you fell asleep.” makki informs her. “you were interrupting the movie. if you’re that tired, just sleep in one of our rooms.”

lazed out on the other couch, mattsun pipes up; “yeah, you were making these ugly noises and then iwa said you licked his hand, what a weirdo.”

he only clears his throat awkwardly, finding a sudden interest in the beige walls of their living room. he misses the horrified expression on your pretty face, scrunched up in utter embarrassment, before you turn to start arguing with mattsun.

iwa was grateful for the pillow resting over lap, hiding the evident hard-on he was sporting. he wanted to argue with mattsun too, because the sounds you made were definitely far from ugly.

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You Sexy Thing (Levi Ackerman x reader)

Description: Often Captain Levi is a little shit, and sometimes- he needs to be reminded about who's in control.

Character(s): Y/n, Levi

Pov: 2nd person, third person

Warning(s): SMUT!!! PORN WITHOUT PLOT- PEGGING, 18+

A/n: I keep seeing all this talk about pegging Levi Ackerman but I couldn't find anything to show- so in the words of Thanos, "I guess I'll do it myself"

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*none of the Gifs used are mine, full credit goes to the maker :)

Your fists clenched, nails digging into the palms, on the verge of breaking skin. The yelps of your fellow squad members caused your teeth to grind. They had to have ran over four miles today- probably more- they had to do suicides double time, all of this shit and more were because the lovely supreme commander of heaven and hell, Squad leader Levi Ackerman had felt their cleaning of the stalls had been less than ideal.

Currently you were in the midst of doing push ups till he deemed fit. You glanced up at the captain, watching as his silver eyes roamed over the lot of you. Even as you seethed and raged- he was still the most gorgeous sight your eyes had ever laid upon. Levi's hair was raven black, in contrast to his light skin and silvery orbs. His hair was what caught you at first- the way it seemed to fall over his eyes just a bit.

It was long enough you could pull your fingers through- you were sure. You could only imagined how soft it must be. Levi facial features also caught you at a loss for words- they were quite dainty. Long black eye lashes, a soft line nose, and thin pink lips. God, was he pretty.

Your eyes moved from their spot, away from your Adonis and to the ground. No matter how pretty he was, he was still a bastard.

You mumbled incoherently to yourself, flexing your fists. The pain of doing another pushup finally getting to you. "Tch, I think you've all learned your lessons." You looked up again, knees dropping. The Devil himself spoke, lifting his hand and waving it in dismissal. "Go to the showers, you brats stink." Blowing a strand of hair from your eye, you rolled your shoulders back, taking Petra's outstretched hand as you bounded up.

No one spoke as they dispersed. You were itching for a shower, and you practically ran to get one.

You were dead tired, dead sleepy, and running on pure anger.

You watched the water flow into the drain near your feet, fixated on nothing but the boiling water as it hit you. Your anger had not evaporated-it simply grew. If he thought he could've done a better job, maybe he should have done it. You slammed the water off.

Or perhaps- and this was just a thought- he could let you get some real training in, instead of wasting your time and energy on being punished.

Punished.

Your eyes narrowed.

You stepped from the shower, one foot at a time.

Perhaps...the omnipotent captain Levi deserved a punishment of his own. Something that would...bring him down a peg.

You smiled, remembering a certain box hid underneath just for this type of reason.

"I think I might have just the thing."

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Levi was just as sexy (if not more) than he was pretty. Something about him, oozed it. Maybe it was the way he walked, confident but not egotistical. They way spoke- his voice. His dry humor, his bleak expressions, his impeccable fighting skills and savagery...his taunt ass, or maybe it was the way his uniform hugged his body.

Your hands tugged at a box that laid deep beneath your bed. It scraped against the floor, finally sliding directly in front of you. You unhooked the latch, pulling out the important piece of equipment you'd need tonight.

You bit your tongue.

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The truth was, you could spot a bottom from a mile away. It was also the people who needed control in their daily lives- people who needed everything perfect. At night they liked to take a break- to be controlled. Who were you to judge? You couldn't blame them, not hardly.

You knocked at his office door. It was late, barely a few minutes before lights out. For several seconds nothing happened, but you waited. Patience was a specialty.

"Come in." The tone was annoyed, and as you entered you could see why. He had stacks of papers before him, a signal candle lighting the room. Levi rubbed his temples, a sign that the dim lighting had an affect.

His eyes flickered up to met yours, "lieutenant Y/L/N?" The air was tense and goosebumps erupted across your forearms. "Captain Levi, I'm glad I caught you." His Expression remained unchanging. "Tch, yeah, I'm sure. What do you want, brat?"

You smiled, your hands intertwining from behind your back. "You to apologise." His entire body paused. Levi twitched his head to the side, a small movement. "Oh? So you're here to waste both are times then, y/l/n." You turned, locking his office door behind you.

Levi stood. "Oi, oi, oi, what do you think you're doing?" You turned back to face him. "The only person who wasted our time today was you." His eyes narrowed slightly. This was a side of you he hadn't been used to. Sure, he'd seen this intense focus on your face before, this same expression you wore when you sliced and diced titan after titan.

"Tch, what are you on about you stupid-" I'm flash you had his hair in your grip, dragging his head to you. "It's not nice to call people stupid, Levi." His eyes were wide, and his face was inches away from your own. "I can forgive that though, especially when you look so pretty like this."

His eyes sunk back, his shock leaving him. "Oi, I guess you've got me where you want me." You smiled, innocence twinkled in your irises. "Not yet I don't." Loosening your tight grip, you gently guided his head to close the gap between you two.

His eyes fluttered close upon impact, the tenseness he often carried with his resolve melting away with the warmth of your lips. You hummed, feeling the way he seemed to open up with your touch. Gently you scratched his scalp, pulling a sigh from his mouth.

When it opened you wasted no time slipping in your tongue. He tasted like tea, which wasn't suprising but was rather delightful. He let out a small groan as she gave his bottom lip a small bite, tugging softly. Her hands slipped underneath his shirt, dancing across his warm chest and abs. The feeling of what lied beneath was enticing and she pulled away eager to see it.

Levi groaned when you left him, an irritated, "y/n." Leaving his lips as his arms tried to find you, to bring you back to him. You escaped him though and worked to pull his shirt off.

When you had an object so important it was natural that worked as efficiently as possible to succeed. With that mindset you had him shirtless within seconds, Levi felt that had to be some type of record.

With his comfort in mind as soon as his shirt was off you folded it properly, working as efficiently as you had to take if off of him. When your eyes met his, they twinkled with something akin to admiration. You smiled and pulled him into a chaste kiss, his tongue moving to part your lips, but fire he could succeed you began moving.

You kissed his chin, and he frowned. "What are-" Then you kissed his neck and a shiver racked his body. His breath quickened and shook, your lips planting directly over his heartbeat. You sucked, making sure to leave him as many reminders of tonight as you could.

Your lips moved down his chest, blessing each nipple with a tug of teeth. Licking a stripe down his v line, you unbottoned his pants. He moaned, "y/n..." Watching as you tugged down his underwear with your teeth. His length sprained free, looking almost as eager as you.

"Stunning..." You spoke licking a line up his shaft. His legs shook at your move and you laughed, wrapping your first around his base. "It can't be this easy, Levi." He blinked looking down at you in bewilderment.

You lifted yourself up, becoming eye level with him. As light as a feather you stroked his cheek, his head leaning into your hand as though it were instinct. "I figured humanity's strongest would have put up more of fight." His eyes narrowed. "Especially since you seem to love giving orders." Your nails stabbed into his skin, his eyes widened and he pulled back "tch! You bitch!"

Your other hand grabbed his neck, squeezing it and bringing him to you. "I've wanted you for so long. Do you have any idea how hard it is to be so close and yet so far, to someone everyone wants." "Y/n." Levi whimpered as your hand tightened around his throat. "Maybe you do know how much you're wanted. Maybe you like it." You let go and he fell forward, you catching him.

"I guess we'll just have to add that to lists of why you must be punished." You pushed him to his knees, his pants still wrapped around his ankles. Your foot spread his legs apart, and kept them there. Your hand found his chin, pulling his face up.

"i hope you like this view, you'll need to get used to it." You pulled up your shirt, taking it off effortlessly. His eyes widened at your chest- you had chosen to go braless. Then, they relaxed, his tongue going between his teeth.

You pulled your pants off next, and then your underwear. The strap you had put on before you left your room flung out, and Levi looked between you and it. "Like I said, you need to be punished..." You stroked the strap on. "I consider this the punisher." You voice had dropped an octave lower.

Levi took on a dazed expression, half lidden eyes taking in the sight. "Open your mouth." His eyes flickered back up to you. They were big and puppy like."I said." You reached down and pinched his two cheeks together. "Open. Your. Mouth." His pretty little mouth popped open, and your hips thrusted the device in. Your hand ran through his hair as he sucked, when you reached the back of his head you pushed him forward.

Levi gagged around your cock, the fake tip hitting the back of his throat. Tears prickled, in his eyes, but your coos to take in more, to be a good boy for you, they caused his brows the furrow as he adjusted and did what he could to please you.

Using your grip on his head he allowed you guide him at your will, submitting to the drive of your hands. His eyes closed finally and your leg pressed up against his own hard on. "Who would've thought humanity's strongest could look so hot sucking dick." You spoke softly, causing your good boy to moan into the dick.

Finally, you pulled away watching the strings of salvia appear and separate as you let him go. His head bobbled towards you, his eyes barely open.

"fuck me...please." you bent down to where he was. "Oh baby..." Again, you stroked his cheek gently. "I'll do so much more than that to you. When I'm done with you...you won't be able to walk tomorrow." His breathe caught and you laughed. "Be my good boy and go to your desk. Ass out."

You watched him stand and walk to his desk, still filled with long forgotten papers and a dimly lit candle. You stood and moved to the neat pile you had placed his clothes in.

You pulled out his belt, smiling and snapping it. This could be useful.

You moved to where he stood, wrapping yourself behind him. "How well you listen, Levi." You slammed his upper body down onto the desk, pulling his hips up. His ass was on full display in the air, as perky as you imagined. Taking two fingers, you shoved them up is mouth.

Levi didn't need a command, his tongue went right to work. He wrapped it around your fingers while he moaned, pushing his hips against you and your cock.

"cheeky, cheeky." You smirked taking your free hand to grab his ass. Finally satisfied you pulled her fingers from his mouth.

"more..." His voice rasped out. "More? I haven't even started." With that you pushed your fingers into his tight hole. You began scissoring them, watching as he twitched beneath you. His breathing became louder the more you curled. Then you hit his prostate and he cried out, gasping at the intense pleasure you gave him.

Your fingers pulled out, and you reached for the belt that you had placed beside him for such a moment. "Tch, y/n please you must-" you reared the belt back and slammed it forward, the belt bouncing off his ass with a thrup! Sound. He gasped delightedly, his cheek pressed up against the cold metal of his desk.

Again you reared down, jolting his body. "You." Slap. "Think." Slap. "That." Slap. "You." Slap. "Can." Slap. "Just." Slap. "Treat." Slap. "People." Slap. "Like." Slap. "Shit." Slap. "Just." Slap. "Because." Slap. "You." Slap. "Are." Slap. "A." Slap. "Squad." Slap. "Leader." Tears streamed from his eyes, ass red and tender.

"you can't." You grabbed his hands from his sides, "and now you're going to be tied up with your own belt, right after you were just spanked with your own belt." You slide the belt around till it was tight enough to only hurt a bit.

Then you you raised his hands directly over his head. This was used as something to grip onto while you fucked him.

Her other hand made sure you two were properly aligned, and with little more than a grunt you thrusted in. A breath released from his body, a shout escaped his lips as you bottomed out.

You waited several seconds, gently stroking his face and cooing to him, waiting. Finally he nodded, telling you everything you needed to know. You pulled back, almost completely out, save for the tip before you plowed into him.

Your hips thrusted- hard and faster. The only way Levi Ackerman deserved- rough. Each time you bottomed out he grunted and it became a steady rhythm of grunts.

"nnnuh...nuuhhnn..ahhh..." He was drooling, each hit of his prostate weakening his resolve a bit more and making him a bit more needy for more.

Your position made it almost impossible for him to move and he could really only met your thrusts. "Harder!" He gasped out, tears running down his face, drool dripping from his mouth.

Your hand reached around and tugged along his dick, high pitched whines now leaving the captains mouth. "Y/n! Y/n I'm so close please, please." You bent down and bit into his shoulder, causing another Yelp to leave the squad leader.

"cum, bitch." You whispered to his ear and with a cry Levi Ackerman came, his eyes practically crossing as he painted his chest and desk white.

He laid their several seconds, breathing harshly and listening to the sounds of your praises. He was a good boy, he was. He was your good boy now, all yours.

Gently you helped him up and into his shower, fully discarding his bottoms and your strap, to take back to your room to wash.

You cleaned, scrubbed, and were as gentle as possible, making sure to help him to his bed.

You pulled your shirt over your head. "I can stay till you leave for breakfast...if you want that is but-" he cut you off. "Tch...Stay as long as you want." He pulled himself up and onto his elbows. "Especially since you didn't cum."

You raised a brow. "Levi, I appreciate it, but I don't think you're read yet...I mean- we-" again he cut you off. "Y/n, my mouth is always ready."

You paused. He was right, you hadn't cum and not very often did the people you slept with care. He was offering his mouth to you- not that Levi surprised you much- he was very caring and it seemed natural he'd be that way in bed.

You smiled and tugged off your shirt. "I hope you're hungry." You crawled into the bed, barely having to do a damn thing as Levi simply hoisted you up- as if you weighed nothing- and sat you on his face.

His nose carded through your folds- parting them for his tongue. Your hips buckled against him, thighs closing around his face. His hands came up and wrapped around them, pressing them together.

"Fuck, Levi." You moaned as his tongue licked from your hole to your clit, where he sucked for several seconds. Again he pushed his nose up into you, allowing you to ride his face and practically suffocate him. "God, you're so good." You squealed, yanking at his raven locks. He had definitely done this before and definitely knew how good he was.

He hummed into you, pushing you down each time your hips buckled up. Finally it seemed he had enough with your erratic movements before he flipped you into your back and moved so that he was on his stomach, mouth never leaving your core.

Your legs wrapped around his head as he ate, each time dipping his head in deeper to your core. His tongue fucked your hole with urgency, meaning, desire and finally with one final plunge you came, wetting his face.

He pulled away, allowing you to sit up. Your legs were shaky, but you moved so that you were directly in front of him. You licked your juices from his face, meeting him in a chaste kiss.

"Maybe I should be more harsh on you cadets more often." He spoke hurriedly as she pushed him down. You tutted. "Did you really learn nothing, my sweet boy?" He shrugged allowing you to pin his hands down above him.

"What can I say? I am the leader of the brats."

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BONUS

Erwin frowned at his friend and colleague. The two had been eating breakfast together and everything had seemed rather ordinary until Erwin noticed a bruise on the side of Levi's neck.

"uh..Levi?" Levi glanced up. "Where did you get that bruise?" Levi frowned at Erwin. "What bruise?" Erwin rolled his eyes impatiently. "The one on your neck."

"Hello everyone! I hope everyone slept well!" Hanji appeared interrupting the conversation. She slid into a chair on the other side of Levi, smiling happily.

Erwin made a few more glances at Levi's neck, but felt it best to leave it, lest he be smitted by the all powerful Levi Ackerman.

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A/n: BARK BARK BARK okay I definitely got a bit...carried away. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this, thanks for reading, and pls feel free to give critism!

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[sweetwolfcupcake]

Allurement: Waves

Yandere Namjoon x Reader

The scantily-leaved trees held on to the last of their dying offspring. But the west-winds seemed to be unbothered, trying to tear away those leaves from the branches as the rest, hued in dull to bright shades of nature danced along on the ground.

And a few crushed beneath (Y/N)'s shoes, it would have been a fun activity: crushing dried leaves under her shoes. But she was rushing towards the car waiting for her.

"So quick!" Park Jimin, as sweet and polite as the man could be, was no less a sassy hellion if he required to be. And of all, he loved to sass around her the best. But most of the time, he did have a good reason to.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I woke up late." (Y/N) was quick to apologise, as she passed him a sheepish smile while taking a seat beside him.

"You are lucky that I like you, besides, we can always drive a bit faster, or take the shortcut? So do put on your seatbelt." he smiled at her before the car roared to life and the wheels came to life and the car went off.

It had not been too long since she had begun working under Mr Kim as his secretary, temporary secretary. About three months or so. But the previous autumn, when he had put forth the proposal of giving her the job, it did not feel long ago, while in reality. it had been a year, a whole, complete revolution of the earth around the Sun and there she was, riding with Jimin to her workplace- the Kim Group of Companies' headquarters, where the respected young CEO sat and operated from.

And within a year, nothing seemed to have changed, the water of life seemed to be stagnant. But she could feel the change, deep, greater changes like upheaval in the ocean, the waves, gigantic, monstrous, terrifying. Threatening to drown her. There was so much that had changed.

Park Jimin was a great company and an excellent friend. She had found out soon after the bond of friendship had been established between the two.

Kim Namjoon was an excellent boss and that, her job as his secretary, as reasonably draining, had so much to learn from. She admired Miss Choi for her efficiency, (Y/N) had so much more to learn, both from her job as well as her employer.

And she also discovered, gradually of course, that behind the all too sophisticated, groomed gentleman laid a clumsy gentle giant who would often burn his fingers trying to make himself a cup of coffee, or even trying to pass on hot food and drinks to her. And it was devastatingly endearing.

But most of all, (Y/N) had learnt that her mother was dying. The illness was eating her mother away, chipping away her health and endurance and there was nothing (Y/N) could do about it, nothing could prevent the inevitable. So she made peace with the fact, even though she knew that deep within, she was dreading the day her mother's sunken eyes would close for eternity. But she came to accept the fact that her mother could not be saved. All she could do was to make peace with the tragedy of life, that lied within the shortness of it.

So on the surface, (Y/N)'s life was calm and stable as a lake, yet the giant waves of changing wind terrified her under the same surface.

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"You have a meeting with the lead investors this morning, the files and reports have been arranged at your desk." she listed off from her phone gifted by the company. It was not the day's schedule, a day in Kim Namjoon's life was nothing if it could not be defined as 'busy', it was the first half of a typical Monday morning in the company.

As soon as she was done, which was rather quickly, she placed a cup of steaming brew in front of her employer- double expresso with two cubes of sugar- just the way he liked it. Mr Kim smiled at her appreciatively. It was one of the many things she liked about him and admired. He never took his employees for granted, he had never failed to let her know that he appreciated her efforts to keep his day running smoothly and sorting things out for him.

"Thank you (Y/N), I hope you had your share of morning booster as well?" she nodded with a faint smile playing on her lips before handing off the files to him as she began to brief him regarding the topics and issues he and the company had been working on.

The projects and the required consumptions and stock- price data. It was not every day that the investors would gather at the conference room, but since a new project at hand was to begin, a meeting with the investors was required.

"Well, the reports look good (Y/N), did Mr Min mail you the required files?"

"Yes, the deal was explained there. He would be presenting along with you, it is regarding the profit margin and how the chances of loss and risk are low this time," she explained, to which he nodded

"Yes, and I require you to be with me in this meeting."

"Of course I will be with you, Sir, I am your secretary."

"No, I mean sit beside me, you won't be standing behind as you have been. And I expect all your focus on the presentation, okay? There is so much you would be learning from this." she gave him an obedient nod with a small smile.

She did not intend to disappoint him at any cost. Mr Kim was her role model, she looked up to him. Given, that she despised the spotlight and the position of CEO was not for her, but she was found herself to be a perfect fit for the position of secretary.  Despite how demanding her job could get, Mr Kim was an excellent boss and mentor. He was at ease, most of the time. At most, she had seen his eyes grow cold and jaws clenched, perhaps only twice, that too if something went seriously downhill. It was a sliver of what might be laying under the controlled and calm persona. He was a human too after all.

She made her way towards her desk as soon as the briefing was over. Mr Kim's office was massive, and he did not wish to waste time on having to ring her to come to his office, thus he had a desk for her arranged in his office itself. It was kind of a mini-open office, her boss and her working under the same roof, no barriers between them, she could approach him anytime she wanted to and he did not need a phone anymore to summon her.

They had settled into a routine like that. She would begin her day by bringing him his much-needed cup of coffee and listing the first half of his morning schedule, then she could begin with her works of arranging files, stacking reports, sending emails, scanning through and replying to the mails, researching on the potential business partners, making and answering phone calls, deciding and listing appointment and other project-related materials those were deemed necessary by Mr Kim.

And all the months of working under him had been able to provide her with a unique perspective of him. There were so many things she would have never been able to discover otherwise, for instance, the fact that he loved crabs- not on his plate- but on his palms as he would gently cradle those tiny creatures whenever he would come across them. He even owned a crab, a pet crab. She would not have known had he not rambled off regarding his love for crabs while he had ordered gourmet food for them when she was required to stay some extra hours, which was a frequent occurrence. The workload could be a bit too much for him to handle, besides, those extra hours consisted far less of work one would expect and more of them talking, she had finally been able to let him enter her comfort zone, she would be damned if she had not. He had been exceptionally generous to her, he was kind and approachable, time and again he had proved it, both as a superior as well as a person.

He was warm, gentle and funny, unintentionally funny. Especially when he would break his glasses more than once a month, it would be a miracle if his AirPods would not be lost within the first week of purchase. And while his constant misplacement of files and other such important documents had managed to make her purse her lips in annoyance more than once. The warm, dimpled sheepish smile had did not allow the annoyance to remain. Because even if he would be exhausted after a day's of overwhelming work, he would not forget to wish her good night before they left the office, because even if she would be a bit late with her coffee, he never threw a fit like one would expect the boss to do. And because despite his busy schedule, he would manage to inquire about her mother's health.

Mr Kim was different. He was everything any woman would crave for and desire. And despite not being the one with shallow indulgence, she had found herself falling for her employer. It did not happen overnight. It was a gradual process, like sleep.

(L/N)(Y/N) was in love with Kim Namjoon, her boss, the heir of the legendary Kim Group of Companies.

And it had been so easy to fall in love with that man. Despite her previous reservations. And she was well-aware that the love would go tragically unreciprocated. They were worlds apart in more than one ways, the social gap, the economic gap, the professional. Everything laid in front of her to see, understand and accept the fact that her love for Kim Namjoon could not bridge the distance between the moon and a mere earthly admirer. To him, she would be many of the faceless women waiting for his attention and thronging around him if he came to know about her newfound feelings. And she did not want that to happen. She did not wish to ruin the sweet, friendly professional bond she had established with him.

And yet, she could not help the bittersweet blooms in her heart every time she would see him smile. Because she knew that sooner or later, he would be having a much warmer smile, eyes shining with love and adoration for a woman who would own his heart. It was impossible for a man like Kim Namjoon to remain single for long, he was the country's most eligible bachelor after all. Or perhaps he already had someone special in his heart, a secret lover perhaps. The mere thought dimmed her mood and often made her shoulders slump.

Of all the massive, daunting waves threatening to crash upon her, her newfound romantic attachment to her employer was the most terrifying one. Because she knew that wave would come crashing down and drown her. And that single wave against all others frightened her the most because it threatened to cause upheaval on the calm surface of her life and become the cause of her ultimate demise.

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[linkspooky]

We’re the Same, You and I.

It’s a classic villain line, but it’s also true. Heroes and villains aren’t born in My Hero Academia, they’re made. Despite what hero society a lot of what propels people towards hero or villainry is just circumstances. There’s no better demonstration of this then Midoriya, and Shigaraki who have the exact origin point but because of circumstances were pushed in complete opposite directions. People are not good or evil. People are mainly reacting to circumstances and struggling to get through them. 

Deku and Shigaraki can be so similiar on the inside, and so different on the outside because what they’ve experienced is different. That’s important, because the world is not fair. Rather than blaming people for what they’ve endured, and struggled against in an unfair world, or trying to fix the circumstances of the world heroes instead villaiize victims of circumstance.

1. Good Victim / Bad Victim

Shigaraki and Deku is the same. There’s a nature vs. nurture argument in My Hero Academia, where quirk society suggests that people born with more violent, destructive quirks are therefore by nature more prone to destruction in violence. In every single case however we see this is not the case. Tenko destroyed his family by accident, Toga was pushed by familial abuse until she suffered a psychological break, the destructive potential of Twice’s quirk only came about because he was poor and homeless. He was just a delivery guy before that point. 

Gran Torino suggests the idea that there’s no way Shigaraki can be saved or reformed, as if Shigaraki decided to become a villain on his own. Despite knowing how manipulative a person AFO is. 

There is a double standard in regards to victims known as Good Victim, Bad Victim. It’s the idea that instead of the idea that all humans react badly when placed in stressful situations, there are good ways to react to abuse, and bad ones. It fits with the double standard of hero soecity, people who are meek, quiet, victims like Eri are saved, while little Tenko who was ragged, ugly, and violently lashed out against his father in self defense nobody even lifts a finger to save. 

It goes beyond that though, what Gran Torino is suggesting that if Shigaraki Tomura were a good person, he would have somehow held onto that goodness despite being a manipulated and abused by a crimminal mastermind for fifteen years. That if Shigaraki were a good person, he just somehow magically would not react to trauma, or abuse, and would magically break free from AFO’s control with magic and sunshine. 

It’s an idea that ultimately blames victims for the abuse they are put under. It suggests that somehow Shigaraki deserved the abuse that he was put through, because he was bad all along from the start. 

A morality trope about the arbitrary distinctions writers make between certain sorts of victims. If a character in fiction has a problem or ailment or social situation, and the creators intend him to be sympathetic, the character will have acquired the problem in the most socially acceptable way. If the character isn't sympathetic, then he will have contracted the illness through "your own damn fault".

By suggesting that Shigaraki was born bad and circumstance has nothing to do it, it puts all the fault for Shigaraki’s badness on Shigaraki himself. Therefore, Gran Torino remains morally pure. Nothing about the world around them needs to be corrected. Nothing about Gran Torino needs to be corrected. It is always the victim’s fault for acting the way they do, and not the cirumcstances that drove them to act that way. 

Yes, victims are still responsible for their reactions. Yes, being a victim doesn’t mean you get to lash out and not be responsible for the people you hurt. However, people can be both villains and victims at the same time. Nobody deserves to have gone through what Shigaraki went through. By invalidating his victimhood and suggesting Shigaraki only became this way through his OWN DAMN FAULT, all it means is more victims will be ignored. Good victim bad victim is bad because it moralizes victimhoods around arbitrary lines. Usually around what’s a “socially acceptable” reaction to victimhood. (Whatever that means). 

Tenko was just a normal kid. Not only that, most normal people would react that with if exposed to Tenko’s cirucmstances. Most people aren’t extraordinarily good or extraordinarily bad with a few outliars, most people are reacting to circumstances. Almost any normal person would be that way if they were exposed to Tenko’s circumstances and we know this because, the league is made out of people who are just like Tenko, and who all started out as normal kids. However, circumstances can change, and people can change. Rather than trying for that result, Hero Society focuses on punishing it’s worst victims. 

“The point is: People improve when they get external love and support. How can we hold it against them when they don’t?”

The league shows improvement when they are exposed to trust, and compassion with one another. 

By choosing between good and bad people to save, the people who are suffering the worst will never get the help they need. As Shigaraki’s speech affirmed this later, Heroes aren’t for protecting the worst victims who need the most saving, they sheperd the majority and exclude the minority. 

This even extends to what Dabi asks Tokoyami. Who is it that is most in need of saving? 

The hero kids this entire arc have moved to protect the pro heroes. However, not only are the pro heroes guilty of bringing the kids into a warzone without permission in the first place and putting them in danger. Pro Heroes are also, at fault for most of society’s ills because they contribute to the problems of society that villains are blamed for. Parental abuse, Homelessness, Quirk Discrimmination, Shigaraki’s entire life, all of the villains are the victims of the worst abuse and rather than rehabilitate them the heroes have been violently beating them down all this time. The heroes have blood on their hands because they’ve been beating down victims and punishing them all this time and making things worse, but they never have to bear any responsibility for that because all blame falls on victims. 

2. Deku is Given Everything

One of the most important parts of Shigaraki’s foiling with Deku is that everything that Shimura Tenko should have had, Deku was given instead. Gran Torino victim blames Shigaraki for trampling over Shimura Nana’s memory. 

However, it’s Gran Torino who made the choice to ignore Nana’s final wishes. Nana’s wish was for Kotaro to live a happy life apart from her, and unaffected by both her decisions, and whatever AFO was planning to do to her.

However, Shigaraki is continually punished over and over again because he just happened to be born as Shimura Tenko, Shimura Nana’s grandson. It was Gran Torino’s responsibility to make sure that Kotaro, and her family was protected from AFO but he failed that. When he still had a chance to help Nana’s last remaining family member, he neglected that instead. The one trampling all over Nana’s legacy is Gran Torino, because he refuses to honor her wish to protect her last living family member. Gran Torino blames Shigaraki, because he can’t face the fact that he himself made the wrong choice. 

Shigaraki started with the exact same origin point as Deku. However, Deku was helped by All Might. The things that Shigaraki should have received Deku was given instead. And I’m not even talking about super powers. I’m talking about help on the most basic level. 

All Might and Gran Torino knew about Kotaro, and knew that he might be targeted. Rather than checking up on him, they ignored him for years. Even after learning about Shigaraki’s circumstances, they still chose to ignore rather than even make the attempt to do something about it. 

Shigaraki’s arc is one of losing things over and over again, whereas Deku’s arc is being given things. Deku is saved by All Might finding him that day and telling him he could become a hero. Shigaraki just needed one person to save him, but All Might didn’t show up that day because he was turning a blind eye to his responsibilities. 

Deku is given the help ne needs, when he needs it. Whereas, Shigaraki is never helped. Deku is given two successive mentors due to his connections with All Might, Eraserhead and Gran Torino. He didn’t even earn Gran Torino because he didn’t get far enough or make a good enough impression in the sports festival. Deku’s mentors all make an effort to stay alive and stay with him. (Sir Nighteye was Mirio’s mentor he doesn’t count). Shigaraki loses mentor after mentor. 

Shigaraki loses both All For One and Kurogiri, and had to find a way to survive without both of them. AFO deliberately abandoned Shigaraki to retraumatize him and make his hatred towards the heroes worst. All Might makes a promise to stay with Deku, and stay alive, because he knows emotionally Deku needs him. 

The things I’m talking about Deku is given are support, stability and a consistent environment. These are things Shigaraki has never had his entire life. All Shigaraki has is violence he’s endured countless times over and over. Deku is given six quirks that he unlocks by having a dream about them. In order to start stacking multiple quirks, Shigaraki has to train in the mountain for a month without sleep in order to prove himself to AFO’s remnants who instead of just giving him a chance constantly force him to prove himself, but he also had to endure months of horribly painful surgery. Retraumatizing himself yet another time, because Shigaraki has been a victim of lifelong experimentation under Ujiko. He was taken in to become an experiment. It’s not really something he can consent to if he was adopted when he was five years old, and then groomed for fifteen years with the expectation that he would submit himself into this surgery in order to become AFO’s proper heir. 

The remnants of the OFA quirk try to guide Deku and lend him his strength. The remnants of the AFO quirk only try to control Shigaraki. 

Deku is a good boy yes, but is it because he’s inherently a good person or is it because he hasn’t faced what Shigaraki has? Shigaraki is forced again and again to confront the ugliest parts of society, quirk discrimmination, abuse, whereas Deku gets to remain wholly oblivious of them. It’s not even that Deku thinks that Shigaraki is too much of an extremist in trying to correct society, Deku doesn’t even think there’s a problem with the society that created Shigaraki in the first place. 

Deku forgives heroes, but not the biggest victims of heroes. He is moving to protect people like Gran Torino, and Endeavor who are both responsible for the creation of Shigaraki. Gran Torino through neglect. Endeavor because he is an abuser just like Kotaro was, and he also, created Dabi who is so much more like Shigaraki. Who is to say that Deku would not have turned out just like Shigaraki if exposed to similiar circumstances? Look at his reaction in the latest chapter.

Dkeu’s reaction, his feral faces, his frothing at the mouth violence all resembles Shigaraki. It’s almost like those who are exposed to violence are pushed to become more violent. Now circcumstances are reversed and Deku sees somebody’s body falling apart, like how his used to when he used the OFA quirk. 

Deku’s response is yeah, it’s time to beat the shit out of this guy. Deku’s response to violence is only to become more violent. Not only is he not even trying to overcome the cycle, he’s not even aware the cycle exists. So, then. So then. If Deku can become violent enduring the same violent circumstances that Shigaraki once did. If Deku can become spiteful, hateful, even vengeful. 

Then, what exactly is the difference between Shigaraki and Deku?  The only difference is what they’ve been through. Shigaraki has been abused more, so he’s crazier that’s all. Who they are inside is the same after all this time. The only difference between them really is that Shigaraki is punching up, while Deku punches down from a position of privilege. 

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