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lacedinlucilfer · 1 year

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Matchmaker

Baji x Reader / Mini Fic

cw: Slight sexual tension or implication?, Fluff, Romance, Sfw

Description: Emma recruits her brother to play match maker for you after you tell her about your crush on one of Mikey’s friends. This takes place in a au where all the characters are still alive. They are all around eighteen because I’m not very comfortable writing romance for their middle school ages unless it’s like a flashback or pure fluff. But this is fluff anyways so it doesn’t really matter.

Notes: This was originally gonna be more than just Baji but I don't have the motivation to finish it so I thought I'd post it as a cute fluffy, funny mini fic.

If your mother could see you now, she would scold you for the reckless behavior you were exhibiting in your new yukata. In fact she would scold you for how unladylike you were being in general. Climbing down the side of a small hill situated near the Musashi shrine. Your feet slipped slightly against the mud that had been left behind from a previous rainfall that day. Thinking clearly about what you were doing, it was a bit dramatic, but you couldn’t turn around now with your attire all muddy and messed up. The flower that Hinata had placed in your hair was threatening to slip out, hanging out by a few threads.

“Y/n!”, Emma’s voice carried through the tree line, making you jump ever so slightly and almost slide completely down the hill. Curse that girl. How did she have time to meddle so much in your romantic life, shouldn’t be trying to cozy up to Draken right about now? How could she be so nosy. You wished you had just confined in Hinata like you had meant to, but Emma had insisted you share the secret with her as well.

“Come on! It’s not fair if you tell her and not me!” Emma nagged you, taking a seat beside you on Hinata’s rug while Hinata herself messed with her hair in the mirror of her dresser. “Please! I don’t wanna be left out.” She leaned in front of you, frowning at your flushed expression. Hinata gave you a pitiful smile through the mirror, knowing that Emma would not let this go.

Of course you wanted to tell Emma as well, but you knew she wasn’t the best at keeping secrets. She also had a habit of getting involved in situations that didn’t completely involve her.

“Fine!…Okay, okay!”, You gestures your hands out in front of you, sighing in reaction to Emma’s persistence. Emma immediately lit up and squeezed the edge of her yukata, leaning close to you. “So what is it?”

“I like one of the guys- but I don’t know him! So, I don’t actually know if I like him.” You were quick to try and smooth Emma but it didn’t do much, because she was already rocking back and forth in excitement, giggling like a little school girl. “You like one of my brothers friends?”

“Why does it have to be labeled your brothers friends?”

“Because that’s what they are! Which one?”

“….Baji.”

“Ew.”

Hina began to laugh, looking back at the two of you on the floor. Emma had a look of disgust on her face as she leaned back. You on the other hand were completely baffled by her response and you scolded her, leaning forward and poking at her chest.

“Ew?! Who did you think I was going to say!”

“I don’t know! Someone respectable! Maybe Mitsuya? Baji is a idiot!”

“A handsome idiot.” Both you and Emma whipped your gaze over to Hinata who was giggling softly into her palm now. “What? He is.”

Emma frowned at her, scoffing softly under her breathe,”Still a idiot nonetheless.”

You crossed your arms and smiled at Hina triumphantly before looking back at Emma. “Like I said, I’ve never spoken to him. So I don’t even know if I actually like him, he’s seems cool though.”

Emma clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes at the attitude you were giving her, and tapped her fingers on the ground slightly. After a moment, a sly grin slipped onto her angelic face and you felt your heart dropped as she turned to look at you again.

“Ya knowwwww…., Baji will be there tonight.”

Your mouth dropped open slightly as you look at her, eyebrows furrowing. “Of course i know that, don’t you dare do anything Emma. I don’t even know if I like him!”

“That’s because you haven’t tried talking to him! Then you’ll see he’s an idiot and you’ll get over it.”

“No! He’s too intimidating.”

“Oh, please. You just think that because he’s handsome, to you.” She really sounded out the last two words, trying to make it abundantly clear that she found nothing attractive about Baji at all.

“Besides, my brother is his best friend and I’ve known him since we were young. I could put in a good word for you and so could Mikey. Mikey likes you! He says your hair reminds him of Dorayaki.”

“How?” You looked at her in confusion and Hina shared your expression. Emma was right about one thing, her brother really was a bit of a idiot.

“I don’t know, but it does. Baji will probably agree cause he’s also stupid. They share a brain cell. Come on! Let me put in a word for you!”

“No!”

You thought you I had gotten through to Emma back at the house but it became apparent that you hadn’t, halfway through the festival. You were spending your time with Hina and Takemichi when you heard Emma’s familiar voice call out to you.

“Y/n!”

You turned your head in the direction of her voice, only to see her pushing through the crowd towards you. Behind her was Mikey, dressed in a junbei, stuffing dorayaki’s in his mouth and beside him was Baji himself. Baji’s hair was pulled up in a bun and he was also wearing a junbei, hands in his pockets as he followed Emma through the crowd.

The look of horror that crossed your face must have alerted Hinata and Takemichi to what was going on, because Hina immediately put her hand on her mouth and looked at you in pity. “Sorry, Y/n…”.

It really was a split second decision, to bolt away from your friends towards the tree line, through the crowd of festival goers. Baji was just another guy at the end of the day, but for a on looker like yourself, he was unreachable. You had watched him fight before, he thrived on the violence and recklessness of it all. Even when he wasn’t punching people for thrill, he demanded attention. You didn’t even wanna think about his voice. There was no way he would return your attention or admiration and you were hoping that if you found a place to hide, you could save yourself the embarrassment.

That’s exactly how you had gotten halfway down this muddy hill and you were starting to regret your decision. Sticks, thorns and weeds stuck out of the ground, threatening to latch onto your yukata and hold you in place. And your attire was already stained with mud at the bottom from dragging along the ground. You held onto a branch as you took another slippery step down the hill, letting go of the branch to slowly descend towards the bottom. When suddenly a tug on your yukata held you in place. You turned to pry at the fabric but you must have underestimated your own strength because the fabric ripped and you slipped on the side of the hill, falling flat on your butt in the mud.

Now you were DEFINETLY in trouble with your mother and even worse, your dress was still stuck on the branch. You had managed to twist the fabric in place and once you stood up, even with all your tugging and efforts to untangle it, you were still unsuccessful in freeing yourself.

“Y/n?“, You slowly glanced up, eyes landing on Emma and the two boys, staring down at you from the top of the mud slicked hill.

It was kind of a funny sight. Emma stared down at you, mouth completely a gape, completely shocked by the situation she had found you in. Meanwhile, Mikey stood next to her, nonchalantly munching on a festival snack while watching you as if this was the most normal thing he has ever seen. Baji also looked shocked but after a moment he was unable to swallow down a wolfish grin that formed on his face.

“This isn’t funny.” Emma snapped her head over to look at him when she heard him begin to laugh, eyes narrowing in his direction. He covered his mouth and shook his head, still eyeing you with a glint of humor in his eyes.

“My skirt is stuck.” You mumbled, looking back down at the fabric in a attempt to hide your flustered expression. Your cheeks were burning and you found yourself wishing to simply be anywhere else.

“Help her!”, Emma scolded the two boys, wacking the back of Mikey’s head with a bag of goodies she had attained from the festival.

“Let me finish my dorayaki real quick….”. Mikey mummbled, chewing away at the treat in his hand.

“Excuse me?! You are an idiot!” Emma began to barrage Mikey with insults, yelling at him as he watched her with a slightly amused expression, still eating his dorayaki. Meanwhile, Baji had begun to slowly slide down the hill towards you, grabbing onto branches to keep his footing as he made his way down. He found his way down to you with ease compared to your messy attempt to climb to the bottom of the hill. Heels buried into the dirt, he used both his hands and began trying to untangle your skirt, head hung low with tiny hairs falling forward out of his bun in front of his face.

You cursed yourself for even noticing the bit of hair slipping loose from his hair tie and you averted your gaze away from him. “Why are you even down here? Did you slip?”, He raised his eyebrows up at you, removing his focus from the skirt for a moment to look at you. Baji wasn’t stupid, he was quite aware with what was going on. Emma had informed him that she had someone she wanted him to meet, the moment he met up with her and Mikey at the festival. He thought your embarrassment was kind of cute, even if your reaction had been a bit overboard.

“No, I’m trying to get a way from her.” You pointed up at Emma who was still scolding Mikey, face red and puffy. “She brings bad luck.”

Baji grinned slightly, one of his fangs slipping out of his mouth and pressing against his bottom lip. It was one of those things that was so effortlessly attractive about him and you wondered if he even knew how good looking he was. Or if those things just simply never crossed his mind.

“You really got yourself stuck.” He muttered, digging his heels deeper into the mud before looking up at you. “It’s already damaged, do you care if I just rip it?”

For some reason this question sent more warmth to your cheek, you nodded with a bit of reluctance. “Just try not to rip it too high…”

“I won’t, promise.” He glanced up at you with a smile before getting a tight grip on the bottom of your skirt. He began to tear and pull at the fabric, leveraging the force he was able to with his heels buried in the mud. Every little sound of ripping fabric made you cringe, grieving the loss of your brand new clothes.

“There. You’re free.” You nodded your head in thanks and began to stand up straight again now that your dress was free. It seemed like you weren’t out of trouble yet though, as the climb back up the muddy slope was going to be even harder than the way down. You awkwardly turned around towards the hill and Baji held his hands out slightly, making sure you weren’t going to fall.

“Here.” He offered you one of his mud stained hands, using the other to grab onto a nearby branch. You took it without hesitation, fearing for your footing and trusting him to guide you up. He was patient with you, going slowly up towards the top, unlike the way he has masterfully made his way down the hill.

His hand remained tightly gripping your hand as you made it up to the top of the slope. Once he got up onto flat land, he reached down with his free hand and grabbed onto your other hand, pulling you up as well.

Baji didn’t seem to mind the dirt on his attire or on his hands and instead did his best to make sure you were completely fine. Emma began to fuss over your outfit and try to salvage as much of your hair as possible before eventually giving up.

“Both of you are a mess. Are you really going to attend the festival looking like that?”.

You shook your head with a somber look, still feeling the embarrassment prick at your face. Baji put his hands in his shorts and shrugged slightly, glancing your way with a toothy grin. “Festivals halfway over anyway and it’s not really my scene. Want me to drive you home?” Again with that effortlessly attractive smile, even covered in dirt and mud, he was somehow charming and you didn’t even need time to consider his offer.

“I’d appreciate that, if it isn’t too much trouble.” Dipping your head, you couldn’t help the bubbling excitement in your chest at the idea of riding on Baji’s motorcycle with him. A fantasy you had played in your mind before, now coming to fruition after you thought you had made such a fool of yourself. Emma also seemed shocked by the way everything had turned out, but her look of disbelief soon faded into a smile due to the sweet outcome. Even if she still thought Baji was as dumb as a rock.

“Oh, by the way. Baji this is Y/n.” Mikey interrupted, munching the last bit of his snack between words. You, Baji and Emma all turned to look at him, questioning how he could be so out of tune with the vibe of the conversation, but the silence quickly erupted into laughter. Mikey blinked in confusion, glancing over at Emma who was giggling into her palm.

“Didn’t you want me to introduce them? Emma? What’s so funny?!”

Baji was definitely planning on taking you home, he just had a longer route in mind.

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lacedinlucilfer · 1 year

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'Aren't you supposed to be a professional?'

Photographer Hanma x Reader

cw: visual nsfw link, nsfw, degradation, slight bimbofication, humiliation, coercion, accidental stimulation, no protection, dacryphilia, discipline, spanking, teasing, manipulation, he plans to take advantage of you, slightly naive reader, sex tape, nude photos, Hanma is a pretty vile person but reader doesn't care since they want it, cum play, facial, tit play, lots of cum, he spits in your mouth, tiny bit of fluff if you squint near the end? cold temperature play. Reader has a kitty and tits.

description: I honestly don't think Hanma would ever be this mean so it is a bit exaggerted. I'm really proud of this fanfic and excited for it to be the real first one on this page. I hope you guys enjoy this, especially the Hanma Shuji pages following me. I also hope you enjoy that spicy link.

“Just like that…perfect.”

You watched from the side of the photo shoot as Shuji Hanma, a renown and well known photographer instructed the model currently posing on set. You tried your best to conceal your jealousy, fingers tugging at the lace of your pretty dress. Everyone knew who he was, his work circling the globe from magazine to television. His style was incredible and one of a kind, notable and rewarded beside other famous photographers despite his rumored attitude. but that’s not what made you envious of the girl being photographed.

How could you not fancy someone like Shuji Hanma? Looks were something he thrived in, long two toned hair and striking golden eyes that could make anyone shiver under his intimidating gaze. Another thing you noticed about him was how bored and uninterested he had looked the whole day, until he was finally on set and snapping away with his camera. His demeanor was completely different now that he was working, a sort of light had appeared in his eyes as he had begun to work. It was clear to everyone in the room who had stopped to see the artist at work, that his talent was unquestionable and so was his love for his work .You wanted to know what it took to catch a man’s eye like his, for work or for something more.

“Tilt your head a bit to the right for me….a bit farther. Great.” His camera light flickered against the models skin and the background of the set as he snapped another photo, looking down at it on his camera before moving to look at the latest line of photos he had taken on the computers set up behind the lights. He leaned down to look at the screen, some hair falling out of the bun as his eyes moved back in forth between the photos and the time.

You had to remind yourself to stop staring, the last thing you wanted was for him to catch you ogling him. When was the last time you had found a man so attractive though? You worked with make models all the time, yet none of them had peaked your interest like the world famous photographer. Hell, you had a small poster of him on your wall, he was even more popular in the modeling community. People would kill to model for him.

“We have time for a couple more, sir. But the second photographer has arrived and we must prepare his set.” One of the men assisting Shuji informed him. Hanma looked at the time and compared it to the one on his watch before scoffing softly, eyes returning to the photos. “I don’t like any of these.” He stated simply, ignoring the way the others man’s mouth dropped open in response. Suddenly Hanma’s attention left the computer and his eyes moved to where the new models were gathering, to where you were standing.

His annoyed eyes immediately locked onto yours. Suddenly your whole body felt hot, he had definetly caught you looking at him and their was nothing positive about the look worn on his face. He blinked at you, one of his brows lifting in response to your own gaze on him. Only when you finally looked away, face hot and bordering on light red, did he glance down towards your feet then back up at your face.

You thought that maybe you had imagined him looking at you, because when you glanced back over, he was packing up his things to the other man and the models dismay. “This was a waste of my time. None of these are going to work.” He looked up at the model who looked like she was about to cry, “Sorry.” You felt bad for her, you really did. But you could only feel bad for so long when Shuji Hanma had suddenly turned again and was approaching you. His camera laid around his neck, laptop under his arm and papers under the other as he stepped in front of you, eyes glued to yours. You were sure the face you were making at that moment had to have been embarrassing, maybe one of disbelief or even fear because whatever it was made him crack a slight grin. “What’s your lineup?”

You felt like a deer frozen in headlights for a moment before realizing he was asking you your place in the line up of models being shot. You dipped your head in apologies before jumbling out the words you could, “Sorry- One. I’m number one.” The fact that you had even gotten the words to leave your mouth was surprising and you were quickly becoming aware of the people around you staring at the interaction you two were having.

“One?”, He raised his eyebrows for a moment and looked away, seemingly thinking before looking back down at you again. “Okay, once you’ve finished your shots, I’ll be waiting near the dressing room. Today has been a drag, but you might be able to salvage it. How’s that sound?” He wasnt like any photographer you had spoken to before, some were eager while others quiet, barely communicating with the models. Meanwhile he was straight forward and unapologetic, like no one else’s opinions of him or reactions mattered. He spoke like he had control. And you couldn’t deny that.

You could see that bored look returning to his eyes as you hesitated to reply, overwhelmed by the eyes on you and sudden pressure of the situation. “Yes, sure.” You agreed, bowing slightly in respect. He continued to look down at you, a small sound resembling a laugh left his nose. “Great.”

That was the gist of your first conversation with him. You struggled to get through your shots due to nerves, thanking whatever god was looking down upon you that he wasn’t watching your shoot. The moment you were done and the photographer called the next models, you removed your uncomfortable heels and began to make your way to the dressing room. He was leaning on the wall beside the door to the dressing room, fiddling with his camera, that piece of hair still hanging in front of his face. He noticed you coming before you had arrived, lifting his head up to look at the way you padded down the hall, forcing you to speed up to make the situation less uncomfortable. You had to have caught his eye in someway, somehow and you didn’t want to make him wait any longer since your shoot had lasted twenty minutes.

“I already took a look at your modeling portfolio from one of your agents, y/n.”

Your name coming from his mouth made butterflies flap around inside your stomache as you stopped in front of him, nodding in response.

“I’ll be direct with you, I hate scooting around the subject. I have a shoot coming up and I’m in need a of a model. The one I had doesn’t fit my vision.” You felt like your heart was going to explode. A chance to work with Shuji Hanma himself wasn’t just exciting because you were totally swooning over him but it would look amazing on your portfolio. The kind of work that could open you up to would be loads above your level. Maybe Hanma could see that you were a bit to excited and that your focus has shifted cause his hand suddenly came up and tapped under your chin, pulling you back to reality. “Hay.”

“I’m sorry, I apologize. I’m just tired.” You rushed to come up with a excuse for your lack of full attention on him. Feeling like you had already embaressed yourself in front of him more than once.

“Mhm. This gig isn’t a normal gig though. It’s for one of my side projects that isn’t public. You’ll be payed nicely for it in exchange.” He watched you, studying your reaction to his words before continuing, “It’s a nude shoot.”

You felt your mouth drop open, mind scrambling to understand what he had just said. Horribly, you could feel your insides turn at just the idea of a nude shoot with Shuji Hanma. For a side project too? That meant something more personal to him. “I’m interested.”

He once again seemed to eye your form for a moment before brushing that one strand of hair out of his face. “Interesting. Here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, unlocking it and pulling up the contact list before placing it in your hands. “Add yourself in. I’ll get in contact with you. I’d prefer to work directly with you over an agent on something like this.”

He watched you struggle to type your number into his phone before slipping it out of your hands and into his pocket, golden eyes meeting your again. “I’ll need to see what I’m working with before I promise you the gig. Work to get me some decent shots, ya?”

“And for the record. When it comes to my private shoots, I like to take a more hands on approach.” You swear that you once again saw a more amused look in his eyes, while he studied your reactions. You had no clue just how excited he truly was to get his hands on you. “So if you have a boyfriend. This probably won’t work…”, he trailed off, easily baiting you into a quick response.

“I don’t.” You answered as if was a question, eyes practically pleading with the man in front of you. He smiled a bit before lifting his hand to pat your cheek lightly. “Good. I’ll be in contact, don’t miss it.”

Maybe you were a bit to hasty to jump into it, because the moment you got home that day, you began to figure out how you’d do those “portfolio” shots. You knew including your manager would ruin your chances, Hanma had already told you he wanted to work with you personally and you couldn’t imagine the paperwork and everything that would go into prepping you for taking nude shots in a professional environment. And Hanma had specified that this wasn’t a public photo shoot. You were alone on this one and completely lost.

What exactly did he want? Completely nude shots? Were you supposed to pose in them like a regular photo shoot or did he want to see everything you were working with?

You hated the way you were wet while working on the shots, you were supposed to be a professional. But the idea of Hanma Shuji looking through these photos of you, made you squeeze your knees together. You decided to go with a almost completely nude variety of photos, the only clothes on being a small pair of panties that pressed against the outline of your pussy and cupped it in the perfect way.

You set your camera up on the stand you had originally bought to do your first portfolio and picked out different places to pose. On the couch, your bed, the shower and more. You didn’t want to go overboard but at the same time Hanma hadn’t been very specific about the kind of shots he wanted other then suggesting that they needed to be nude.

Over the next few days, you redid some shooting during your free times and went through the photos. Photos of you on your bed and on your knees, legs open for the camera to catch every dip and curve of your body. Photos of you laying in bed or on the couch, eyes soft and focused on the camera. Photos of you in the most compromising positions you had ever sent to someone.

It took you a week to finish up all the photos, picking out the ones you like and gathering them all up before putting them in a google drive folder. Now you just had to wait for Shuji Hanma to get back to you. You were semi nervous that none of this would actually work out, he would find another girl he liked more than you. You hated how it haunted your mind, wanting him to get back to you so bad. So when he finally texted you only a few days after you finished your photos you couldn’t stop yourself from answering almost immediately.

You were laying on your bed on your stomache late at night, scrolling through social media ands communicating with your agent. A notification lit up on your screen from a unsaved number, saying the following.

‘It’s Shuji. How are those shots going? I was hoping to get this shoot done as soon as possible.’

‘I actually already finished them, I didn’t have much to do this week so I kept myself busy working on them.’

That wasn’t true at all, but you were so so enamored and desperate to have them ready for him that you didn’t mind filling up all your free time with preparing them.

'Here is my email. Go ahead and forward them to me.'

Your stomached dropped, you had been waiting to send them to him but now that the moment was here, you were starting to feel anxious and nervous, but yet excited still at the same time. You slid off your bed, walking on your bare feet to your desk, sitting down and opening your laptop. Once your email was pulled up, you went a head and typed in Hanma's email before hesitantly dropping the google file into the attachment box. This felt wrong deep down, you were sure Shuji Hanma had to be more professional, everything about this seemed suspicious but you weren't willing to give up the idea of doing a nude shoot with Shuji Hanma. So you sent the email.

You didn't get a reply immediately, in fact you didn't get a reply till late the next day, over text. You had no idea why he took so long to respond, he was probably just busy, right? But maybe he had disliked your photos so much that he was going to ghost you, those were the only two options, they had to be. Or maybe he would want you to retake them, considering this was your first attempt.

None of these scenarios were true though, you had no way of knowing that the professional photographer had neglected to sift through your photos seriously. Instead laying back on his bed with his phone in one hand and his throbbing cock in the other. Shuji was shameless about it, he felt no true guilt for manipulating you into sending him photos. And he wouldn't feel bad when he lured you into his "shoot" with a more intimate and gross intent in mind. He had seen the way you shied away from him, your submissiveness not lost on him at all. Just how eager you were to do this "shoot". You were naïve, pretty yet stupid. Perfect.

His thumb ran over his wet red tip, stroking it before pumping his cock to a certain photo of you with your legs spread on your bed, tits so pretty and noticeably hard. He kept sifting through the photos, continuing to stroke his needy cock to each and every one. He could feel that high slowly building up, but was quickly sent over the end by a certain photo of you, laying on your back with your legs spread. A noticeable wet stain on your panties, saying all he really needed to know. He came into his hand and groaned, rolling his head around his shoulders with a sigh. As good as it felt, he knew getting his hands on you would feel even better.

'I looked through your photos. You'll do fine for the idea I have in mind, lets set a date."

Your heart soared above all that anxiety and waiting after a full day. Hell, you stayed up for two hours, waiting and worrying. But now you had set a date for the actual shoot. Shuji informed you that there was no need to bring anything, asking for your size in panties and lingerie so he could choose your outfits accordingly. He had no real use for the lingerie size but decided it would be a bit more convincing.

As the date of the shoot grew closer though, you felt that sinking anxiety returning to your stomach. This man may have been popular for his work but he was still a stranger at the end of the day. A attractive stranger but a stranger none the less. You had enough common sense to know that going to a strangers house with such little info other than the address and time wasn't a good idea. You would be putting your trust into the person providing you that info, but yet these worries still hadn't convinced you to call off the agreement. Not to mention the huge amount of money he was promising in return.

The day of the photoshoot came faster than you expected it, catching you by surprise when your alarm went off and informed you of your plans for the day. You needed a new word to describe the nerves bundled up inside you, anxiety wasn't cutting it anymore. You felt uneasy and unsure, almost turning your car around on the way to the given address. But you used some of your favorite music to calm you down and give you a boost of confidence, paying attention to that over the distance your gps was informing you was left till your destination.

But once Hanma Shuji opened the front door to the penthouse you had arrived at, in a tight fitting black shirt with his hair pulled back in a bun. God, you forgot why you were so unsure about coming, a cigarette hung from his lips, eyes burning into yours as he held the door open. "Coming in?" He questioned you with a almost snarky tone, raising an eyebrow at the way you seemed to freeze.

"Yes, sorry. Your house is just really nice." You were quick to come up with and excuse, walking past him into his home. He moved the cigarette around in his mouth ever so slightly with his tongue before shutting the door behind you. "Mhm, cost me a good chunk of money, but I earned it back relatively quickly." He shrugged, muscles moving under the black fabric, catching your eye. "So..", Your eyes lingered for a moment before returning to look up at him," Where are we shooting?"

You were led into Hanma's bedroom, in the center of the room against the wall was his large bed covered in grey and white bedding. Lighting was already set up around his room and so was his camera, though you couldn't help but notice the video camera also attached to it, plugged into his laptop. Shuji walked around you as you froze in the entrance of the room, hand grazing lightly against yours as he approached the laptop and began fiddling with it. You continued to scan the room, noticing a array of pretty panties folded on one of his dressers, a bottle of massage oil, wipes, hair brush, folded rags and more. You had no idea what a shoot like this needed to be prepared so you assumed that these were all necessary. Hanma's gaze slowly left the computer, gazing at you as you stood near the door, "You comin' in or not? Are you nervous?"

"A little." You admitted, throat tightening as he observed you, laying his head in one hand that he propped up on his table. "You shouldn't be. Treat this like any other shoot....I did need to discuss something with you though." Hanma already had a plan, he wanted to shame you as much as he could, break you. It was always interesting to him to see models, usually elegant and or entitled being broken down and ruined. Hopefully he could even make a permanent impact on your confidence, pushing you into shame and guilt. Maybe you'd even get a new career. That would be funny.

"Come here." He motioned for you to come over to where he was standing at his pc, looking down at the monitor. You nodded and approached the desk that was facing towards the bed, eyes gluing onto the screen, your nude photos pulled up on the monitor. You felt your face flush as you looked at him, his golden eyes flicking from the explicit photos back to you before clicking on a specific photo. "Do you notice something about this photo?" He asked, moving back so you could get closer to the laptop and allow himself to hover behind you. You shuffled in front of him, eyes focusing onto the screen as you tried to get yourself into that professional mindset. It took you a moment to figure out what he was talking about, but once you did, you felt sick, face burning. You must have missed this photo when you were cutting out the ones you didn't want, a particular photo of you on your back, legs open and panties drenched.

Hanma could tell you were frozen in shock, panick or humiliation so he leaned forward over your shoulder, hands landing on either side of the desk and locking you in. "You see it right? I don't know if you meant to send me this...",

"I didn't!"

"...but It's extremely unprofessional and unbecoming, don't you think? You're lucky I didn't throw these photos out and discontinue contact with you." His breathe bounced on your neck, tone slightly mocking and patronizing, but only enough to still sound proffesional.

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to send this. If I had known-".

"Sure, but its to late now, right?" He interrupted you, one hand lifting off the table and reaching toward the screen thumb landing on the wet spot, you felt like were gonna throw up.

"You'll make sure this doesn't happen again, right?" He sounded almost threatening, thumb swiping off your body before returning back to where his hand had set.

"Say yes." He murmured darkly, tapping on the table.

Your words came out, nodding quickly, "Yes, I promise." You couldn't promise that though and you knew it.

"Good." He suddenly pulled back, demeanor returning to the less threatening version of himself he usually had, seemingly bored and unbothered. "I've picked out some garments to choose from. I'd like for you too model at least three from this particular line I work with. " Now that part wasn't a total lie, but he got these panties for free from the line so he thought he'd put them to use. His hand found your frozen form, turning you and slowly pushing your towards his dresser.

The panties ranged from delicate and angelic, expensive and gorgeous to slutty and revealing.

"I want to pick a variety of styles, so one from each of these separate categories. Go ahead and choose, I don't care which one. Then feel free to undress in my bathroom and put them on."

This was really happening, your fingers moved over the fabric, hands shaking nervously as he returned to his computer. You always had a affinity for dress up and obviously clothes so you quite enjoyed this part of picking which panties to model, from the innocent pile a pair of tighter white panties. From the fancier pile, a pair of blue velvet panties with a heart cut out in the back. But picking from the more explicit pile was harder. V-strings, almost completely sheer panties, a particular pair with a slit in the bottom, perfect for a guy to slip into without having to take them off you and one with pearls where the bottom of your panties would be. No matter which one you chose, your pussy would be on display so you chose the one with the least amount exposed, the one with the slit in the middle that only cracked open slightly unless purposely opened up. Hanma didn't spare you a glance as you made your way to his bathroom, shutting the door behind you before deciding on the first pair to model. The innocent ones. You took off your clothes and folded them neatly on his sink before sliding the white panties up your legs.

You looked at yourself in the full mirror he had against the wall, face darkening as you turned around and looked at the way it cupped and outlined your puffy pussy. So much for innocence. Slowly opening the door up , you felt the initial need to cover your chest, hands moving upwards to place over your nipples. Hanma turned to looked at you, bored gaze barely affected as he stared at you. "Professionalism." He stated simply before looking back at his laptop.

Your stomached dropped, feeling stupid for covering yourself up when he was going to be photographing you like this the whole time.

He began to pull up some chosen poses before beggining to fiddle with his camera and lighting again. "Look at the first one out of the lineup. The image will be reversed here, so you are going to face the right side." Still not looking at you as he explained. You approached the computer, eyes landing on a photo of a girl with her body turned slightly away from the camera, the side of her left tit visible on the camera while she sat with her knees under her, facing the right side.

"Go ahead and attempt to position yourself, I'll adjust you where needed in a moment."

Hands on. He had mentioned that he would take that approach and you had been excited, but now you felt scared after how tough he had already been on you. Slowly, you climbed onto his bed, moving towards the right side of the bed before attempting to position yourself the way he had instructed.

He watched you through the camera, expression not showing just how ecstatic he was to finally get his hands on you. He wouldn't get to overly touchy with you right away, wanting to get you comfortable first before scaring you shitless when he inevitably began to cross the line of professionalism. Maybe he'd even convince you it was normal. He walked over the his desk and grabbed the massage oil, tossing it to you. "Work some of that onto the left side of your body."

Great, even more surprises. Flipping over the bottle, you squirted some of the sweet smelling, clear liquid into your hand and began to massage it onto your side, thigh and ass, avoiding looking at Hanma at all. Who was messing with the files on his computer to make sure they saved correctly, eyes slowly moving over the laptop to look at the way your skin moved under your hands. He knew wearing dark pants was the best decision today.

"Okay, you're doing it wrong. " His words were harsh and so was the look he gave you as he approached you, grabbing onto your legs gently and moving them to the right side, slowly position your calves into the place he wanted. He continued to do do this with every pose you were instructed to do, going between his camera, laptop and your body, big hands moving you perfectly into every position without making your to uncomfortable. His serious and focused vibe was still scary, but you began to feel more comfortable with the way he positioned you, heart beat slowing down in your chest. Even then though, you could feel the warmth in your stomache.

You finished the first set of photos in a hour, with a small break in between. Hanma left you in his room, walking down the hall and stopping at his air conditioner, before fiddling with the temperature, the warmth coming from it quickly changing to a colder breeze.

He returned to the bedroom and began sifting through the photos, forcing you to sit on the bed naked and slightly uncomfortable for about ten minutes until he spoke again. "Go change into the next pair and go ahead and put that oil all over yourself again."

You did what you were instructed, changing into the blue panties and reapplying the oil before exiting the bathroom. His eyes returned to your form before a deep annoyed sigh left his lips. "Stop being stingy with it." He dropped his mouse, obviously irritated as he walked past you into the bathroom and grabbing the oil, squirting some in his hands. "Come here, can you follow instructions right for once? Do all your photographers have to baby you like this?" He mocked you, continuing to poke at your confidence, forcing you to feel ashamed with every comment. Your whole body tensed up as his hands landed on your hips, beginning to rub the oil around your midway, up your stomache, on your side then directly onto your chest. You felt like you could cry or even whine as he hands moved circles around your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples once or twice before moving on to apply to your shoulders. He continued to oil you up, despite his eyes landing on your hardened nipples which you had also noticed, looking down in shame with your fingers tugging at your own hair. He made your turn around and gave the same treatment to your ass, hands circling around the plush skin before moving to your thighs, dangerously close to your panties and downward towards your calves.

It felt like forever when he was finally done and he gave you a little pat on your hip before pushing you slightly towards the computer. "Same thing. Try to get them right this time. Ya?" And so the cycle continued, but this time you felt a difference. Hanma's confidence when it came to positioning you was now alot higher. You tried to convince yourself that he was just getting more comfortable with you now and so he felt safe with the way his hands lingered close to your core and around your chest and neck. His grip on your body was tighter now as well and his gaze lingered longer. And in a way, you felt tighter and colder.

"There." He tapped the last button on his laptop after making you sit there for another 10 mintes, denying your request to use a blanket, saying it would mess up the oil he had applied. "Go change into the last pair."

You slowly slid of the bed and shuffled over to the bathroom, thighs sticking together due to the oil. You changed into the slutty panties, looking in the mirror at the way your pussy peaked out of the panties. Taking a deep breathe, you moved out of the bathroom and approached the laptop behind him, eyes dropping onto a girl on her knees, facing the camera with her legs spread. "Well, what're you waiting for?" he said suddenly, snapping ever so slightly and making you jump. "Go."

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, trying not to cry at the sudden harsh tone he was using. You wanted this shoot to end, but at the same time, you felt so needy and your eyes seemed to linger a bit to long on Hanma as well as he worked. Crawling up onto the bed and to the end of it, positioning yourself towards the middle, you did your best to mimic the pose. Spreading your legs open and planting your hands on the bed, near your sides but slightly forward.

He seemed to hesitate as he looked up at you, before pretending to look at you through the camera, then closing his eyes tightly as if trying to control some kind of anger. "Fuckin' okay." Was the only words he muttered, just loud enough to make you flinch before walking to the front of the bed and kneeling in front of it. He crabbed your legs and tugged your closer to the end, hands grabbing onto your knees to spread your legs wide. "This choice of panties wasn't very smart." He commented, deep inside though he was ecstatic with this choice, you were just a bit too dumb. "I can make it work though." He said before his hands moved right between your legs, you couldn't stop the gasp that left your lips as he grabbed onto the sides of the fabric that created the split, thumbs barely sliding inside the opening and brushing against your lips, pulled it open to reveal the way your pussy was drooling slightly for the camera. Your whole body felt hot yet at the same time, so so cold.

"There, don't move an inch or you won't like what happens next." Now he was directly threatening you, tears sat at your waterline and as Hanma walked behind his camera, he adored the way your fear was clear through the lens. He snapped a few photos before motioning for you to look at the next position photo. It was a simple crawl position, the models ass arched into the air and elbows down on the bed. You imitated it, wondering how you could mess this up, but Hanma always found a way for you to be wrong. He looked bored now as he approached you, not even needing to tell you that you were wrong.

Shuji slowly lowered his hand down onto the arch of your back, slowly pushing it down, his fingers lingering a bit to close to the curve of your ass. “Like this.” His smooth yet deep voice made you quiver, legs and arms feeling weak and it wasn’t something that went unnoticed by Hanma as he leaned down towards your ear. “Struggling to keep yourself up? Aren’t you supposed to be a professional? I’m starting to question just how serious your taking this. First your panties and now this? Maybe you need more training, how about I help you. Huh?” Your mind went blank, completely empty except for the intrusive thoughts that began to pop into your head. "Is that what you need? Maybe if you were a bit more afraid of the consequences of not doing what you're told. You'd do better. " He stared at your stupid, blank expression before shoving your upper body down onto the bed, hands then finding your hips to pull them higher into the air. "Stay." Like you were a stupid puppy, he addressed you and you obeyed, tears pricking and slowly dripping onto your lashes. "Gonna allow me to discipline you correctly?"

"Yes Shuji..", You sniffled.

"Sir."

"Sir." You repeated, closing your eyes. Without much warning, one of Hanma's hands came down onto your ass, making you cry out. Then again and again until your ass was throbbing and red, his handprints sure to remain on your skin for days. He continued till he could hear you crying softly and he felt pride and satisfaction well in his chest. And the way his cock throbbed in his black sweats.

“Lay on your stomach.” He instructed again. You were quick to obey, flattening yourself onto the bed, tasting the tiny bit of friction between your clit rubbing against the mattress. Your face fell into the sheets, burying it into the blanket out of embarrassment. His hand landed on you ass, sliding down the curve of it, hand gripping at your skin every once in awhile and massaging the red, burning skin. Then it slowly slipped down between your thighs, fingers rubbing over your exposed pussy before applying slight pressure. He cupped your pussy, dragging his hand back up to your ass, all while massaging the skin under his palm. This motion was repeated as you whined into the fabric of the blanket. “That’s it….I guess you can just be my personal slut since you’re unable to control your bodies reaction to being touched. How about that?” You nodded into the blankets, liking the idea of quitting your job and letting him do whatever he wanted to you whenever he pleased.

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"That's great. I'm glad you agree cause I'm tired of pretending like any of this was actually important or serious at all." He said vindictively, finally admitting to you just how much he had played with you. "I guess it wasn't too hard though considering how dumb you are." He stood up suddenly and walked towards the camera, leaving you dumbfounded as he replaced the camera with his video camera and pressed the record button before going back to your trembling form.

So many emotions were crashing over you. You felt so stupid so he must have been right. There had been so many red flags and probably more that you hadn't noticed yet you hadn't for a moment expected this whole shoot to be fake. More worried about him raping you or taking advantage of you, or wasn't he doing just that?

He then grabbed your sides and flipped your over onto your back, admiring the way tears were running down your face and how your pussy drooled for him. "You wanted this too , right? You didn't hide it well. So, I'm really just doing you a favor." He chuckled before slowly leaning over you. "Are you crying?", He mocked, hand coming up to pull your chin down and open up your mouth. "Will a kiss make you feel better, dumb girl?" You nodded meekly, you wanted to kiss him, no matter how sick and bad he was making you feel. He smirked down at you before grabbed your cheeks and squeezing them, spitting inside of your mouth before attaching his lips to yours. The kiss was heavy and messy, his hand sliding down to your throat as he moved his mouth on yours, enjoying the way you still returned the kiss despite your tears and shaking cold body.

"I'm so cold- sir." You whispered against your lips, sounding as pathetic as you felt.

"Wow, you actually followed a instruction right. You cold, baby? Tell you what, you be good for me and I'll cover you in my cum. Ya? That'll feel better." He was mean, horrible, and vile in every aspect, ignoring the sob that left your mouth as his kisses moved down to your throat, biting and sucking at the skin. Then down to your chest, tongue sliding up your right nipple before taking it between his teeth and pulling. Your cries were so cute, maybe he would do this again, just to hear the whimpers that left you every time he tugged on your perky nipples. "You taste sweet...you seemed too have added to much oil though." The way he was gaslighting you went right over your head as he suddenly sat up onto his knees and began to pull down his sweat pants. Despite the freezing cold temperature and overwhelming emotions, this action pulled you down to earth and you watched as his cock popped out of his boxers, red, angry and leaking pre cum. " Doing so good, baby. Keep those legs open for me now, okay? In fact...", He grabbed one of your legs and tossed it over his shoulder, holding it tightly with one hand and lifting your body up slightly from the bed. His other hand began to press the wet tip of his cock against your pussy, sliding it through your juices and against your sensitive clit. "So needy that you're gonna let me take you without protection. How generous." He said snarkily before slipping the tip of his cock into your wet cunt.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, pussy opening up perfectly for him yet still clinging tightly to his cock. He took no time in bottoming out inside of you, groaning deeply as the tip kissed your cervix and fit perfectly inside your pretty pussy. "Shit, look at that. Maybe this is your calling instead of modeling? Your pussy is practically made for my cock, huh? What's your name again?", He snickered, watching the look of hurt yet pleasure mix together on your face.

He began to drag his length along your walls, keeping a steady pace as he held your leg up on his shoulder, listening to the way you whined and whimpered with every stroke. His free hand found its way to your clit, stroking at it before pinching softly. "I'll let you cum. Then you'll forgive me for lying to you, hm?" Your response was gurgled but you nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more then to cum on his dick.

His thrusts became more intense, pulling almost fully out of your needy little pussy before slamming back inside you over and over. Your skin was so cold and he even began to feel slightly bad for a moment. He slowed down and reached around you slightly for the blanket that was under you, pulling the sides up to wrap them around you ."Maybe I'm being a bit too mean. Once I finish you off...I'll make you a warm bath." He seemed to be almost speaking to himself for a moment before beginning to pick up another steady pace. He kissed your cervix over and over with his cock, feeling his own high building up along with yours. He was gonna fill you up completely, then warm you up with as much cum that his hand could provide. He would give you a little break and let you lay back on the bed as he jacked off. That sounded nice.

A loud groan left his mouth almost at the same time as your mind went blank again, that overwhelming feeling of pleasure moving over you as you creamed on his cock and he came inside of your needy cunt. He let go of your leg, watching the way your body twitched under him before thrusting softly in and out of your entrance, watching the creamy ring formed around his cock. "Good bitch.", He praised , pulling out and looking at the way your cunt leaked before slowly climbing over your again and rewarding you with soft kisses to your throat and jaw, hands moving to your cold sides to rub your skin. "Almost done, then I'll let you rest for a bit." He whispered before sitting up between your legs. You were partly oblivious to the way he continued to stroke his cock, chasing a second orgasm. Mind numb along with your body. This was certainly going to be a damaging experience, but you were too caught up in pleasureful feelings to care.

Shuji teased his cock until it was warm and squirting cum, covering your stomach, tits and face with his warm seed. You wailed softly at the sticky substance hitting your skin, sobbing softly one again only to be shushed by him. "Shh...It's okay. You've been so good. For a amateur." He slowly slipped his arms under the blanket underneath you and scooped your tired body up towards his chest. As he carried you to his bathroom, he paused at the video camera and stopped the recording, smiling to himself. "Let's get you cleaned up."

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#hanma #shuji hanma x reader #hanma shuji #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers smut #shuji hanma #hanma x reader #hanma shuji x reader

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Please follow my new account, I'd really appreciate the support due too starting over being very tiring and so far not progressing well.

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I am officially moving to @shujilovedive since I do not wanna take 10 years to redo all my links and the amount of bots following me is sickening.

Please reblog this and post my new account and its content.

I've put alot of work into this account and its writing, starting over is alot of work and I am sad to see how small my reach will be for awhile

I've already posted a new Haitani x Reader piece and

Gwinam x Reader piece on my new account.

I really appreciate any help getting my new account attention :)

All my old content will still be available on here and threw my new account which will link back to this one.

Including HxH content, Tr content and Jujutsu Kaisen Content.

#kazutora smut #tokyo revengers imagines #mikey tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyorevengers #mikey #majiro sano #draken #haitani

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New Account Announcement

I am officially moving to @shujilovedive since I do not wanna take 10 years to redo all my links and the amount of bots following me is sickening.

Please reblog this and post my new account and its content.

I've put alot of work into this account and its writing, starting over is alot of work and I am sad to see how small my reach will be for awhile

I've already posted a new Haitani x Reader piece and

Gwinam x Reader piece on my new account.

I really appreciate any help getting my new account attention :)

All my old content will still be available on here and threw my new account which will link back to this one.

Including HxH content, Tr content and Jujutsu Kaisen Content.

#hxh #fanfiction #hanma shuji #sanzu #ran haitani #chrollo x reader #mikey #hanma #sanzu haruchiyo #spotify

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Reminder to go follow my new account before I fully switch over. It would mean a lot 🥺

Teaser for my upcoming Photographer Hanma x Reader one shot

#rindou #rindou x reader #tokyo revengers smut #hanma shuji #shuji hanma #manjiro sano #tokyo revengers x reader #ran haitani #tokyo revengers #hxh

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New Account Announcement

I am officially moving to @shujilovedive since I do not wanna take 10 years to redo all my links and the amount of bots following me is sickening.

Please reblog this and post my new account and its content.

I've put alot of work into this account and its writing, starting over is alot of work and I am sad to see how small my reach will be for awhile

I've already posted a new Haitani x Reader piece and

Gwinam x Reader piece on my new account.

I really appreciate any help getting my new account attention :)

All my old content will still be available on here and threw my new account which will link back to this one.

Including HxH content, Tr content and Jujutsu Kaisen Content.

#smiley #shuji hanma smut #hanma shuji x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader #baji x reader #kazutora x reader #shuji hanma x reader #mikey x reader smut #majiro sano #manjiro sano x reader #draken #kokonoi #kokonoi x reader

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New Account Announcement

I am officially moving to @shujilovedive since I do not wanna take 10 years to redo all my links and the amount of bots following me is sickening.

Please reblog this and post my new account and its content.

I've put alot of work into this account and its writing, starting over is alot of work and I am sad to see how small my reach will be for awhile

I've already posted a new Haitani x Reader piece and

Gwinam x Reader piece on my new account.

I really appreciate any help getting my new account attention :)

All my old content will still be available on here and threw my new account which will link back to this one.

Including HxH content, Tr content and Jujutsu Kaisen Content.

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can we get hybird mikey headcanons <3

Yes. On my new account @shujilovedive

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New Account first All Of Us Are Dead post. Please follow my new account <3

Gwinam x Reader Drabble 1

Thinking about the way Gwinam’s leader slapped his face twice then grabbed his face in one hand and squeezed his cheeks with little to no reaction from Gwinam.

Gwinams aloof in that way, where you his girlfriend, can squeeze his face in your hand, directing his attention towards you as the two of you walk down the school hallway. His eyes drift back to yours, cheeks squished underneath your fingers. You swear that sometimes this boy looks like he couldn’t hurt a fly. Not when he’s looking down at you with that blank and aloof expression on his face.

“Squishy.” You stated, looking up at the gopher.

“Stop calling me that.” He said after a moment of hesitation, glancing away with that familiar side eye you were so used too.

“But I like it.” You pouted slightly as the students behind you moved to the side so they could walk past you and avoid accidentally bumping into the schools most prolific gopher or his girlfriend.

“And you need to let me kiss you before we go off to class. I won’t see you till lunch.”

He looks down at you, eyebrows shifting slightly, his hands coming to rest on your upper arms, squeezing you softly. “Okay. Come here.” You kept his face in your hand as he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was quick but his hands tightened slightly on your arms, leaning forward and forcing you to lean backwards ever so slightly as he pressed his lips on yours.

#gwinam x reader #all of us are dead

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Not Rindou's ass again bro get it out of here LMAO

Holding on to their few appearances in official arts one day more

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First new piece on my new account. Please go follow <3 My old writing will still be available on this account which is linked through new one.

Haitani x Reader Drabble 1

Cw: seeing both the Haitanis at once. Ran squeezes your stomach in affection,

Includes: Kanto Manji Ran x Reader, Kantou Manji Rindou x Reader

Description: Visiting your two favorite boys in the cold of winter, seeking affection and warmth. Rindou gets a bit jealous of his older brother. Ran's mean to you at first.

Notes: This was originally gonna be smut but I decided I didn't want to write smut involving both the brothers this time as it made me a little uncomfortable.

Visiting younger 21 and 22 year old Ran in their shared apartment. Being able to have Rindou open the door for you, glasses sitting perfectly on the bridge of his nose as he looks at you, slightly covered in snow due to the weather. He lets you slip past him into the house, his hand coming up to brush the top of your hood and pull it down slightly as he shuts the door. It’s so cold, your hands and nose are freezing, face flushed red. “It’s so cold.” You pout and lift your hands, trying to touch Rindou’s face and hands to your frozen skin. He bats them away, face twisting into a look of distaste as he tries to avoid the cold shock. “Don’t touch me- you’re too cold.”

You give him a harsh glare, trying to wrap your bundled up arms around the grumpy twenty-one year old but he, avoiding your embrace with ease, slides past you. “I’m in a game, go annoy my brother. Ya?”. Your mouth dropped open as he rounded the corner and disappeared. Rindou wasn’t always so cruel but he had a sharp tongue on him, even so, You were still unsatisfied by his lack of care for your cold body temperature. You had wanted him to help warm you up but the older Haitani was just as good and if in the right mood, probably more willing.

You kicked your boots against the welcome mat before tugging them off your legs and padding down the hall towards the door farthest from the entrance. You barely hesitated after knocking once before opening the door, eyes landing on Ran’s lean figure curled up on his makeshift sofa at the foot of his bed, watching the glowing screen in front of him. His eyebrow raised in response to the door opening, temper ready to flare depending on who was disrupting his show and why.

When he realized it was you, his hands lazily searched for the remote, pausing the program without looking away from you, a lazy smile gracing his lips. “Nice, I could use some agreeable company.” He patted the spot next to him, beckoning youtoo his side.

Ran wasn’t always fond of company and when he was, he was usually at the end of a long weekend, holed up in his room alone, social meter finally refilled. You felt lucky to have caught him in such a cheery mood, at least in reaction to your appearance and not his brothers. You shut his door and hastily made your way towards his make shift sofa, dropping into a crawl and closing the final bit of distance between the two of you, welcoming the way he opened his arms out for you.

He was a bit harder to hug then usual due to your fluffy coat but you weren't gonna pause to pull it off, instead cherishing the way he wrapped his arms around your bulky torso and pressed his cheek to yours.

He flinched in reaction to your freezing skin, half dropping you out of his embrace and bringing one hand up to your cheeks. “Aren’t you chilly. C’mere. Take that coat off.” He reached behind him and began to tear the comforter off his already unmade bed as you struggled to squirm out of your jacket.

Once it was off, you allowed him to wrap the huge comforter around the two of you, immediately feeling the relief that his body heat and the blanket brought to your shivering form. Your body was already angled to curl up into his, his arm finding it’s way around you and pulling you into him. “You ever seen this show?” He asked, his voice close to your ear as he picked up the remote with his other hand. Making you shiver as his breathe bounced off your ear. “It’s kind of a stupid drama, but the acting is pretty funny and their are a lot of twists.” He muttered in your ear after unpausing the show.

He was right, the acting was hilarious and utterly horrible. You couldn’t help the giggles that left your lips in response to the ridged lines and horrible queues. Ran’s lips were almost always upturned in a amused smile, shifting every-once in awhile and letting his hand stroke your upper arm affectionately. Despite the horrible acting, the drama was quite entertaining, even if you had to ask a few questions. You tried to keep them minimal though, knowing Ran was the type to get irritated pretty easy. But as long as his thumb kept gently rubbing into your skin, you assumed you were in the clear.

It only took a few minutes for your positions to change, Ran wrapping his arms around your waist and dragging you up onto his lap, head resting on top of yours. You didn’t focus too hard on the show, more interested in the way his hands slid under your shirt and touched your stomachs and sides, sometimes gentle touches like a butterfly and other times pinching softly at your skin. You hated that even small touches like this had a effect on you, but you had been fairly touch starved before meeting the Haitanis deep in the night.

You remember just how scared of them you had been, walking home alone after your car battery died and none of your friends answered your calls or texts. You had failed to bring your warm winter coat that night, not considering that you'd need to leave your car or warmth of a building for long. You were practically ready to run when Rindou grabbed your arm, face lighting up in embarrassment and flushed panic as you began to scream for some kind of help.

"Hay, calm down! You just dropped your phone!", His words coming out in a rush as he lifted up his hands to show you the semi cracked phone that had fallen from your pockets. Ran was standing a few feet away with his hands in his pockets, having wanted to just take your phone and see if they could unlock or sell it off but his little brother had insisted on being a good samaritan for once.

Maybe it was the the combination of fear that this semi traumatic night had caused you and the dismay of realizing your phone and car were now damaged, but you suddenly couldn't stop the overwhelming emotion from flooding out of you. Hands flying to your face to cover your eyes. Rindou's face only darked out of more embarrassment and panick as you began to sob, eyes shutting tightly as tears ran down your cheeks.

"Why are you crying- I didn't mean to freak you out, holy shit. I'm sorry." He lifted his hands and tried to calm you down, his words jumbled and unable to calm the flood of tears streaming down your cheeks. He glanced back at his brother who was still looking semi bored, motioning towards you with pleading eyes. He had never been as good with people as his older brother had and he was hoping Ran's charm could soothe you into shutting up.

Ran stared at his younger brother then back at your shivering and sobbing form, eyes rolling up into his skull for a moment before approaching you. His hands found your shoulders in a loose hold as he bent over slightly to meet your height.

"It's okay, you must be freezing, huh?", His voice was smooth and comforting, your eyes peaking open from under your hands to look at him with blurred vision. He began to pull off his coat, leaving him in a long sleeved black shirt. His arms moved around you as he wrapped the heavy fabric around your trembling shoulders before removing his scarf as well and wrapping it around your neck. He couldn't stop the slight smile that twitched on his face, his jacket and scarf making you look bulky yet tiny.

Your hands began slid away from your face, moving to cling at the fabric and bring it tightly around you, his scent suddenly filling your nostrils. Expensive cologne mixed with the slight smell of iron floated around your nose, but compared to the salty and heavy scent of the dark street, you welcomed it.

"Must've had a rough night for you to be so shaken up, why are you out here all alone?" He questioned gently, tilting his head slightly. Rindou couldn't help but feel slightly jealous with the way his older brother has so easily soothed you, face still a light red due to the cold and embarrassment. His glasses fogging up in the harsh weather.

You sniffled and tried to swallow your emotions, tears stuck to your lashes and slowly forming into ice. You opened your mouth to speak, words sticking in your throat and ruining any response you had. Suddenly Ran lifted his hands, thumbs softly brushing away the tears on your skin and lashes, forcing you to close your eyes. "We don't need those tears to freeze over. Take your time."

You once again attempted to speak, this time your words successfully coming out to answer the tall man's question. "My car battery- it failed and I couldn't contact anyone. Then I got scared and my phones cracked-." Words spilled out of your lips, motioning towards the phone that still dangled in Rindou's hand.

Ran frowned a bit, looking genuine despite his little care for the situation. Even Rindou couldn't tell if it was real or not.

"Well then, what should we do...". Ran trailed off before glitching as his younger brother spoke up.

"We don't live far from here- you could come back with us. The snow's picking up and we could offer you somewhere to stay for the night." His words were semi rushed and even he felt stupid and regretted his overly kind offer. This wasn't usually like him and Ran looked back at him with a slightly irritated gaze, not wanting to have to take care of you for any longer than necessary.

You ended up hesitantly accepting the offer and staying at their shitty apartment, despite knowing you shouldn't go home with strangers. But part of you trusted the younger Haitani, his demeanor giving you no reason to fear him.

That night you had slept comfortably in Rindou's bed as he stayed out on the couch in the living room. He received a bitter talking to from Ran, who told him that he wasn't going to help him in babysitting you while listening to Rindou try and reason and fathom why he had even invited you back with them. Maybe he was going soft.

After that, Rindou had taken you home the next day when the snow lightened up. He once again found himself doing the unlikely and accepting the offer of giving you his phone number before awkwardly shuffling away from your front door. Your presence became slowly common in the Haitani's apartment despite Ran's initial complaints. You slowly realized that the older Haitani wasn't always the sweet and charming and that it was more of an act in the end. You had never feared someone more than him, you thought. When you accidentally woke him up or ate something of his. He'd look down at you, jaw twitching, mouth opening as if to speak before his lips tightened into a bitter line. "Thank you, It's not as if I wanted to get a good night sleep."

In opposition to him, Rindou turned out to be hot headed on the outside but soft on the inside. He managed to control his temper around you, not being able to find it in himself to be mad at you.

Over time, Ran seemed to adjust to your presence and even slowly warm up to you. He found joy in making fun of you or teasing you, leaving you sputtering or trying to throw insults back at him. He could imagine you as a small angry cat, hair bristling in response to his words but unable to do anything in response. Yet you somehow always managed to get him back in the form of bothering him, opening the door to his bedroom at night and crawling under his covers to find him. His jaw would clench in annoyance as you pulled him away from the sleep he so desired before turning to allow you to snuggle up in his form. "You're so annoying." He grunted, allowing you to squirm and find a comfortable position in his chest.

When you weren't seeking Ran's affection, you were showing your own to the younger Haitani who seemed just as touched starved as you used to be. He tensed under your hands and complained but never stopped you, deep down enjoying the comfort you provided him. For once, he felt equally appreciated as his brother. He found himself jealous at some points but you had a way of noticing and including him in every way. Despite how traumatic that night had been, slowly it became a dear memory to you, the night you had met the two most important people in your life.

Ran seemed to be enjoying the sweet alone time he was getting with you on his stupid makeshift cough, as you giggled at the stupid drama being played on the screen. But tensed up as he heard footsteps moving down the hall and approaching the door. "Should have locked it." He muttered as the door opened without a single knock, the younger Haitani looking into the room and frowning at the two of you all cuddled up. "Warm yet?" He said bitterly, earning a scrutinizing look from you, "You are the one who told me not to bother you and said I was too cold. " You mocked him, sending a grumpy frown onto his lips as he let himself in.

Ran groaned slightly, holding you tightly in his lap. "Get out of my room, runt." He spoke casually as if Rindou was under him, yet still earning a glare from you. "Hay, don't speak to him like that." Ran ignored your scolding, face blank as he stared at the screen, any amusement having faded from his lips. Despite your mocking of Rindou, you were now reaching towards him as he shut the door and approached the couch, sitting down and allowing space between him and his brother so that you could fight your way out of Ran's hold. Who decided it wasn't worth the effort and allowed you to crawl off his lap and throw your arms around his younger brother, beginning to pepper his cheeks with soft kisses. "My sweet boy." You cooed, Ran snickering slightly at your gushy affection towards his brother.

Rindou frowned, face flushing a red color due to your babying of him and his brother having a front row seat to it. "Don't call me that." He muttered, trying to push your face away, yet not putting much strength into his attempt. You placed a few more kisses on his cheeks and his nose before pulling away and smiling. "Look." You motioned, pulling Ran's attention away from the screen and holding Rindou's gaze. "I have both of my favorite boys."

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