#hope tumblr doesn’t freak out over this

[eepybish]

Something something I’m good with my mouth

[pizzaqueen]

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[meowzfordayz]

hashira accidentally touch your chest

Author’s Note: pls and ty enjoy this tidbit of crack-fluff. 😆💖

hashira accidentally touch your chest

Hashira x Reader

Word Count: ~1,600

CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: Can we get all hashira accidently touch y/n's breast

~faqs~

Fyi, “chest” means boob. I was just worried Tumblr would block this post from tags if I included “boob” in the title lmao. 😉

Shocked 😳😖

“I apologize, [y/n]-san, it won’t happen again!”

Gyomei’s nearly in tears, he feels so terribly 😞

“These things happen!” you promptly assure him, “Besides, you technically won the bout.”

No need to mention that he always wins when training together 🥲

“I cannot accept such a tainted victory.”

“Himejima-san, though I appreciate your concern and respect, there’s truly no issue.”

Meanwhile, Gyomei’s rethinking his entire Breathing Style to ensure he never accidentally touches anyone’s boob(s) again 💀 

In cold disbelief 😐😐😐

If you don’t say anything, then he won’t say anything

Alternatively, if you do say something, then Obanai will immediately curl up into a ball and die

Spends the rest of his day recalling the fleeting warmth of your breast

He swears his hand doesn’t even get cold, so affected by the heat of your bosom

Your boob must be ✨magical✨

“Iguro-san,” you call out gently, noting his dazed stare, his dinner untouched while he sits crossed legged, “Is something on your mind?”

“No.” 😐😐😐

Well okay then 🙃

“About what happened earlier…”

🫨🫨🫨 <— Obanai is FREAKING OUT

“… Iguro-san, I didn’t mind.”

And then you stand up, take your dishes, and leave

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEEEAAAN?!?!?!

Good luck finding Obanai tomorrow 🫡 (the poor man’s been pleasantly overwhelmed)

He’ll avoid you for eternity now 😌 (not really, but at least until he can breathe around you again)

She giggles 🤭

Lol

“Oh my! [y/n]-san, I didn’t mean to touch you so intimately!” 😅

“No worries, it happens.”

Your face may or may not be burning up a storm, but that’s okay!

Mitsuri’s blushing too

A lot 😳

“I hope I didn’t hurt you?!”

Because like, What if I gripped too hard?! 😭

She’s well aware of her own strength

“You barely brushed me, Kanroji-san. I promise!”

Phew!

She grins, relief evident as she bumps her elbow against yours

“Don’t tell anyone, okay? I would be so embarrassed!!!”

“Kanroji-san, our secret is safe with me.”

I wish it would happen again… <— lowkey both of you thinking the same thing 🤪

As a medical personnel (among other roles), Shinobu accidentally (or even on purpose, depending on where you’re wounded) touching your boob isn’t entirely unreasonable nor unrealistic

Obviously it would be nicer if she was caressing you out of love and affection 😔

And not methodically cleansing then bandaging claw marks that just so happened to cross over your chest 😒

“You should make a full recovery,” she’s all business, “The demon avoided your nipple and didn’t puncture deep enough to affect the functionality of your breast,” fortunately, you’re too exhausted to be embarrassed by her bluntness, “It has a nice shape. I’m glad you survived.”

EXCUSE ME WHAT?!?!?! 😃🫠

Now you’re kinda embarrassed

More so preening, really 🤭

It’s like when a doctor randomly compliments the rhythm of your heart or some other characteristic from a mainly professional POV, but you’re still caught off guard because who tf compliments someone’s kidneys or bowels movements or?????

In your pain hazed delusion, you briefly contemplate somehow getting your other boob injured too… gotta make sure you’re matching in (nice) shape, y’know? 😌

Kyojuro can be discreet, albeit more so for your sake than his

“I APOLOGIZE! I DID NOT MEAN TO TOUCH YOUR BREAST!” <— how he could react 💀

“Pardon my slip, are you okay?” <— how he actually reacts, because he isn’t entirely lacking in social awareness and decorum 😆

“Oh,” you don’t mean to squeak, but it can’t be helped when the most handsome man you’ve ever known just casually grazed your boob, “I’m fine! Totally fine! Haha!” 🫨😵‍💫🫠

You’ve gotta be more convincing than that, or Kyojuro will never forgive himself 😕

He’s a lil oblivious when it comes to physical attraction

Not like, infantly so, but given this particular circumstance?

He doesn’t realize you’re flustered; he assumes you’re mortified 😖

“You sound decidedly less than fine.”

He’s softer now, worried about startling you 🥺

“I was surprised! But don’t worry! I’m not worried!”

Okaaay, but he’s worried 🥲

“Is there any way I could make amends for my indiscretion?”

Not only is he handsome, but he is such a gentleman 😭😍

“Rengoku-san, there are no amends to be made, I promise. I’m not mad, nor do I feel unhappy or unsafe. I forgive you.”

Your regaining of the ability to speak in complete sentences greatly reassures him 😮‍💨😁

“Ah. Well. I am grateful for your kindness and understanding. It will not happen again.”

…

…

Hold up 🧐

Why does she seem… she seems… disappointed? Should I have said it will happen again??

You’ve suddenly given Kyojuro something quite pleasant to ponder 🤔

After all, he isn’t entirely oblivious 😉

“Are you going to apologize?” Sanemi demands

“For what?” you screech

“For touching my hand with your boob!”

Your eyes roll, “Oh fuck off!”

“I didn’t ask to touch you,” he grunts

“I wouldn’t have given you permission anyway,” you retort 😒

Arms crossing over his bare chest, Sanemi scoffs, “Well I didn’t give mine either!”

“You’re ridiculous. It was an accident.”

You seem genuinely pissed 😬

Sanemi rethinks his approach

“You know I’m joking, right?” 😅

“Nooo,” your sarcasm cuts deep, “I thought you were flirting.” 😐

Uh 😀

Well 😃

Shit 😄

“Fuck you!” 

When in doubt, curse ‘em out 💀

You scowl, confusion lingering as your blood boils, “Fuck you!”

“I said it first.” 🙄

You stalk away, fed up with his antics

#man child #sort of #romantically inept is more like it

As tends to happen with epiphanies, yours doesn’t hit until you’re almost asleep

“WAS THAT MOTHERFUCKER FLIRTING WITH ME???!” 😳🥴😭

Best believe Shinazugawa Sanemi is about to have a Lesson 101 in flirting asap 😤😎

(assuming you’re older, like, mentor age to Muichiro)

Neither of you make a fuss about it

It’s like accidentally calling your teacher mom 😬

Or grabbing a random person’s hand in the supermarket thinking they’re your parent 🫣

Embarrassing, but not a huge deal — unless you make it one

There’re those three seconds of slow motion Uhh and What just happened and Oops 🫠

And then time speeds up to normal again, you have a quick conversation with your eyes (gosh forbid you speak and bring the unspoken into reality 💀), and it’s over

^^ Alternatively, if Muichiro initiates a conversation to clear the air, then you’re able to have a mature and concise chat that is respectfully and patiently resolved

Embarrassing/accidental encounters are part of growing up

As long as they can be navigated ~safely, there shouldn’t be any lasting harm

⚠️I also want to emphasize that I am talking solely on inarguably accidental/one time incidences⚠️

Hehehe

Giyuu’s hand is stuck 🫣

Only for like, a fleeting second

But omg 😭

He was already embarrassed, and now he’s triply embarrassed 🫠🫠🫠

“... Tomioka-san?”

You won’t lie; you aren’t especially bothered 🤭

But it is a compromising position to be caught in; Giyuu lowkey crushing you, one of his palms clearly cupping your boob 😬

#wrestling #or something #so maybe this isn’t super realistic #forgive me

You’re about to repeat his name when he finally springs to life, immediately rolling off you, standing abruptly, about to literally sprint away

And then he remembers his manners 🙃

He offers you a hand

His other hand; his boob hand is currently tucked away in his haori

He’s never washing it again

#closet perv

“Thanks,” you smile faintly, accepting his assistance as you lift yourself from the ground

You hope he can’t hear your heartbeat 💓

He definitely can 😶

But can you hear his?

“I don’t think we should train together anymore.”

Giyuu is swift and harsh with his solutions

“Why?”

Your question comes out stiffer than intended

He hesitates, unable to interpret the fear in your tone — the longing

“I always beat you,” he explains lamely, “Don’t you get tired of losing?”

You scoff cheerfully, grinning now as you squeeze his hand

Fuck, we were still holding hands?! <— Giyuu is in shambles 😳

“I could never lose!” you declare, feelings brimming in your throat, spilling onto your tongue, “Not when I’m with you.”

Then we should absolutely stop training together would be the responsible reaction

Attachments are the most dangerous game for a Hashira to play 😕

Instead, Giyuu’s rendered speechless, unable to shake his hand from yours

“Well alright then,” he mutters, stomach churning as he narrowly avoids the warmth in your gaze

In fact, you swear he squeezes back 💓

“EXCUSE ME! I HAVE A WIFE!” 😤😤😤

“You have three wives.” 🙄

Sputtering, Tengen shrieks, “I already have plenty of breasts to touch!” 

“Tengen,” you glare, not one to back down as you jab a finger into his own chest, “You touched my boob.” 😒

“AND I’M SORRY!” 😭

Much better 😌

“I don’t know what they see in you,” you scoff (you’re also lying, you can see plenty🤭), “They’re gorgeous… and you freak out when you accidentally touch a boob.” 💀

Tengen is 100% pouting now

“I don’t freak out when I touch their boobs,” he huffs

“Well aren’t they lucky.” 😐

“You could be lucky too!”

…

…

Tengen starts running 

You give chase

“DID YOU TALK TO THEM ABOUT THIS?” 

Tengen runs faster

“TENGEN!!!!!”

Tengen runs faster and faster

You give up

*insert gasping for air here*

“DO YOUR WIVES KNOW THEY’RE MARRIED TO A COWARD???!!!”

Oh well, you’ll have to visit their estate sometime this week 🙃

You’re sure to get an answer from Hina, Makio, and Suma ☺️

And you can’t wait to see more of Tengen 😏😋

Sorry, sometimes the horny just happens 🥴

[cringe-but-proud]

Can I request headcanons for Kurt, Remy, Logan, and Wade reacting to his gender neutral crush kissing him because they're so in love with him before apologising when they realised what they just did please?

Ofc!!

X-Men with a gn!crush!Reader who suddenly kisses them 🤯🤯🤯

Includes: Remy LeBeau, Wade Wilson, Logan Howlett, and Kurt Wagner

A/n: I love them a normal amount. This took me a long time to write because tumblr kept deleting all of my work 😋😋😋 But, it’s here now. Hope you freaks annoy it. Requests are OPEN 💜

Remy:

It happens one day when you guys are in the kitchen cooking together

Remy (ever the opportunist) is helping you out by occasionally guiding your hands or gently grabbing your waist/hips whenever he moves past you. And you're definitely not complaining

Overall, the vibes are very flirtatious and cutesy, and you sort of get caught up in it.

After the food is in the oven and Remy is washing dishes, you walk over and kiss him.

Remy damn near drops the bowl he was rinsing, but he manages to keep his cool and almost immediately starts kissing you back

You're the first to pull away because it suddenly clicks for you that you're kissing your friend, so you break the kiss to start apologizing

"What you apologizing for, mon Ami?"

"I kissed you."

"And? I certainly didn't mind."

Remy has liked you for a while. That was pretty obvious to everyone. Everyone except you, since you thought he was just being flirty with you like he was with nearly everyone.

But, that's obviously not the case. He makes sure to make that very clear.

Once all of your feelings are cleared up, Remy pulls you closer to him by your hips and smirks softly. "You wanna try and kiss me again? For real this time?"

His ass did NOT finish those dishes 💀

L ogan:

He comes back from a long mission, exhausted and not really in the mood for dealing with anyone

Well, that is until he sees you walking down the hallway. Then he decides he can maybe deal with one more person.

You're happy to see him back, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace that he didn't know he needed

"Ugh, I missed you!"

“You say that every time I come back from a mission."

"Yeah, because it's true."

He missed you too, but you don't need to know that.

You pull back from him just to lean in and kiss him.

That's probably the last thing he expected you to do. I mean, yeah he really like you, but he'd always been certain that you'd never want a guy like him.

After a moment of shock, he starts kissing you back, arms tightening around you

You pull away to ask "is this okay?" And he doesn’t even let you finish, just pulls you in for another kiss.

Sorry. He’s just wanted this for such a long time.

Wade:

He's liked you for a pretty long time. But, he knows you probably won’t like him back with how he looks. And he tells himself he’s fine with that.

But, since you two have been friends for a while, you get curious. So, you ask if you can see his face.

He agrees eventually and pulls his mask off to show you.

Normally he doesn't get so nervous to show people his real face. But, it's different with you. He doesn't think he can just laugh off your disgust.

When he pulls his mask off and your eyes widen, he immediately assumes the worst

"Yeah. Hideous, I know. Not the chiseled supermodel that I sound like under the-"

"Wade, you're like, hot."

"Excuse me?"

He can't believe it. Actually, he doesn't believe it. After you repeat yourself, he starts telling you that he doesn't need you to lie to him and that's when you cut him off with a kiss.

He pulls away immediately just because of utter shock "Woah! Cool down, hot stuff. What are you doing?"

You tell him you've always liked him, and that you still like him (maybe even like him more) now that he's shown you his face.

He's over the moon.

"Well, why didn't you tell me sooner? We could've been doing this all along!"

"Doing what?"

And then he kisses you again. Heheheheehehehe 👅👅👅

Kurt:

Kurt loves helping you with anything and everything whenever he can. It’s one of the ways he shows his appreciation for you.

So, when you receive a (very minor) injury during training, he’s at your side almost immediately

He drags you away and makes you sit down, treating your small cut as if it were a leg that had fallen off

“Don’t move, Schatz. I will be back with a first aid kit.”

“Kurt, you don’t need to-“

“Stay, please.”

So, you let him patch you up, and he does far too much for a wound that you could probably just slap a bandaid over

But, you don’t mind. You admire him as he’s crouched down to the floor, delicately treating the small cut on your knee

And then he looks up at you with those bright, yellow eyes and he smiles. And you can’t help yourself. You lean down to him and kiss him.

This poor boy is so surprised he can’t do anything. He just freezes up. So, you assume you’ve done something wrong and you pull away.

“I’m so sorry. I thought- I was just-“

“Please do that again.”

“What?”

“Please.”

And you do 🧚‍♀️

[blaqueswanzaghouliishiilikeda]

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[luvrxbunny]

Hey lady can I request gynecologist Miguel? Tomorrow I’m going to the gynecologist I’m freaking out 😨🥲

fucckkk

i wrote like half of this and then it disappeared so i apologize if it seems lazy or weird it’s cus i hate tumblr

also this is closer to perv!gyno Miguel 😈

ANYWAY!! LETS GET HORNY

“hello. im miguel, i’ll be your doctor today. i know it can be uncomfortable for some women to have a male doctor but we’re understaffed at the moment.”

your nervousness is a part of your bloodstream at this point and the male presence is not helping. “s-so there’s no one else?” you ask timidly, still staring up at the ceiling as you speak, too embarrassed to see the look on his face. you hear a faint chuckle behind you and your nervous sweats start up, sending an uncomfortable shiver through you. “no, sweetheart, i’m sorry. it’s just me.” you nod silently.

his voice is soothing but more nerve wracking at the same time. it’s calming due to how smooth and deep it is but it’s also adding a new worry to your arsenal. he walks around your chair and comes into view. you can’t see his face due the light in your face but you can see how big he is. his broad shoulders almost take up your entire view as he looms over you. you pretend not to feel the way your pushy flutters at his sheer size.

however you’re unable to ignore the way your thighs tense once you can see his features. he has dark curls framing his face, high cheekbones, a defined jaw, dark crimson eyes, and pinkish lips. his eyebrows twitch with a subtle amused smile that makes you feel like he can tell but stays silent.

he turns to his desk, grabs his clipboard, a chair and pulls himself up to the side of your little bed/seat. “so this is just an annual checkup, yes?” you take a deep breath and nod silently before realizing he’s not looking at you. “mhm. yes, yes.” he nods while scribbling something down. he flips one page and his face twitches in confusion. “and—“ he checks another page before flipping back. “and this is your first checkup..?”

his eyes are wide with shock when he looks up at you and you have to avert your gaze to breathe. “uhm… yeah.” his eyes wide even further like he didn’t believe what he was seeing on the papers. “reall—? i mean i- okay.” he shakes his head and takes a deep breath before meeting your eyes again. “i hope you aren’t too nervous” you shrug silently as your stomach churns. he smiles softly and starts the appointment

meow meow meow mini time skip!!

he slides his gloves on and you jump at the snap of the latex. “legs on the stirrups please.” he phrases it like a question but it has the force of a command. you gasp quietly at the cold air on your pussy. he walks around and takes a seat at the edge of the chair, right between your legs. you hear him take a deep breath and fear shoots through you, waiting to be scolded or chastised for something. but he stays silent and just gets to work.

his fingers spread above your pussy, pressing down gently and his thumb covers your clit, immediately starting it’s circling movements. you tense and sit up, about to say something but his face is straight and focused, giving you no signs of foul play.

is this normal? it must be.

you sit back down and he gives a low hum of approval. you try not to squirm or moan as he toys with you. your pussy is suddenly flooding with your slick. you were worried about being too dry in the midst of your nerves and anxiety but now you’re definitely getting too wet.

in truth, miguel doesn’t know what’s come over him. he’s just obsessed with how pretty your pussy is. your soft, plump lips are basically calling to him, your pink nub, pulsing in his face. you’re teasing him. and now— the way your floodgates have opened for him? you’re leaking. so how is it his fault that he has to finger you now?

his gloved hand is prodding at your entrance and pushing in within the minute. you shoot up again but your eyes meet his this time. “is this okay?” he asks with a voice you swear should be in a bedroom setting. you’re breathless, chest is heaving as you stare at him. “w-what?” you ask, baffled by his question. his head tilts and his fingers crook up to press into your g-spot. you yelp and your knees cave in, almost touching as your orgasm builds in your stomach. “are you feeling any… discomfort?”

your eyes almost cross at his teasing tone but instead you shut them and shake your head rigorously. “m-mm. no discomfort.” you let out a whiny breath at the end of your sentence and hold back a beg as you reach the edge.

miguel can see your legs begin to shake, trembling at his sides before tensing and freezing. your eyes are shut tight as you cum on his fingers, squeezing around them rhythmically as your fingers dig into the leather of the seats, leaving little tears from your finger nails. he watches the way your hole clenches around his fingers and pushes out a new load of your essence, making his fingers glisten along with the trail a droplet is leaving on your skin, leading down to your ass and his cover sheet.

he’ll probably have to cut that part out and take it home with him

FUCK I HOPE I DIDN’T BURN MYSELF OUT AGAIN

IM LITERALLY WRITING THIS AT 12:38AM 😭

[bettysupremacy]

Hi! How are you? I hope everything is well :) I saw that your requests open and I actually requested this 2 months ago but I know sometimes Tumblr eats some asks so I wanted to ask again. If you do not like the idea feel free to ignoee but may I request a James Potter fic where the reader is a bit insecure when it comes to romantic stuff because she has never dated anyone so when James and the reader start dating she gets really shy about everything and James helps her feel comfortable with all of it maybe? I hope you like the idea! Thanks in advance :)

Hi!! I actually think I may have written that here. If not, here’s this for you<3 If that was it, yay!! Here’s another!! Short but sweet

Dating is fun.

You’ve gotten used to that fact slowly. Having a boyfriend is fun. They’re nice, and silly, and let you have the last slice of pie. They laugh, and kiss, and sit you on their laps at cookouts.

This is also a fact you have not been opposed to getting used to.

“Having fun?” James eyes twinkle towards yours.

You sit on his lap, mildly embarrassed of the hand he splays on your thigh, gently leaning into the touch. He leans further into you affectionately, moving to murmur in your ear.

“D’you want something to drink?”

“Um,” You hum back, distracted. By his warm hand, or the sparkling lights above, he doesn’t know.

The clement air blows past your cheeks, simultaneously warming and nipping you. James holds a beer in his hand, you in the other, and looks so dazzling in the golden lighting of the setting sun, you wish you could snap a photo.

“Another lemonade?” He asks, watching your head turn at the abrupt smell of Sirius’s cheeseburgers. “Or hungry?” He smiles.

You smile shyly back, pushing your face into the crook of his neck. “Yeah.”

“Me too.” He nods, serious. “Want me to build you a plate?”

You think honestly. You don’t want to be too showy. To flaunt the new relationship you’re still navigating. But Dorcas builds Marlenes plate, and Remus helps Sirius cook, whilst Mary holds Lily. This is what couples do.

“Extra onions?” You ease out slowly. “On the burger?”

He smiles, thrilled you’ll let him go up there for you. “You’re disgusting.”

You laugh abashedly. “Lily makes them yummy.”

“Veggies on your burger,” He scoffs, head shaking in a no-nonsense way. “I cant condone that behavior.”

“You eat onions on your hotdogs.”

“Different.” He begs.

You smile. “How-so?”

“Well for one I’m not a freak and it’s a chili-dog.”

“So you condone chili burgers?”

“No, Angel,” He sighs, faux serious. “I’m not a sociopath.”

“I’ll get my own-“

“No!” He laughs startled, shoving you off of him gently in a quick change of moods. The garden chair creaks, much more empty without his boyish presence. “I don’t condone it, but I’ll get it for you.”

He leans down, lips begging for a kiss as he puckers dramatically in your face. You glance to your friends.

“No one’s looking.” He reassures, pulling your face to his, longer than expected.

“We are!” Mary giggles from the sliding doors.

“Lovingly!” Marlene clarifies while being dragged by her black haired friend.

“Bugger off!” James laughs, looking back, before resting his pretty gaze on you. Slowly he dips down to steal another soft kiss from you. It satisfies something aching in his chest. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” You whisper.

“We get it!” Sirius yells from the grill.

“Enough!” Remus finishes, dimples popping out.

James sighs, a hand running over his eyes. Before you can protest, he plants another chaste kiss to the side of your lips. “Be right back.”

[sevsdollette]

Not So Sweet [Sevika x fem reader]

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49324864/chapters/137713357

content warning: trigger warning for violence against the reader. if mean men in bars freak you out, read with caution. other than that, alcohol, gambling, smoking, and smut (obviously). reader eats sevika out. fingering. sorry if you just want it to be sevika doing shit to the reader, but yk the woman has needs as well.

summary: You go out with Sevika as her gambling date. It’s a calm night at the Last Drop where everything should be fun and easy. But your beauty doesn’t just attract Sevika.

chapters:

1. Relaxing Night

2. A Long Night at Work

3. A Gamble of A Night

note: tell me why every chapter title has the word night in it. i’m back @-@. so yeah it’s been a minute. hope no one is too mad at me. this one maybe a bit shorter than the others? not entirely sure. also i know this ends with like a cliff hanger, but i promise the next chapter will leave no holes in the time line. you gays will get what you want. sorry if there’s spelling mistakes i wrote most of this on my phone. it’s not like i’m an AP english student or anything (i am :/) also sorry for the format being a bit different. tumblr is pissing me the fuck off right now. i don’t care to fix the spacing between the paragraphs. i’m tired.

————————————18+————————————

The glow of the Last Drops neon sign felt a bit more familiar than before. This time, more than a drink was waiting for you inside.

It was a clear, hot night with busy streets and crowded alleys, and you were wearing a black catsuit with long sleeves and shorts that hardly covered your ass. The zipper down the front was pulled so low the clothes were practically falling off of you.

This time, when you walked up to the bouncer, past the long, impatient line, you hardly had to open your mouth before he was opening the door and letting you in. The groans and hateful stares of the people waiting felt like a crown on your head. You were still scum, sure, but for the night you were important.

On that evening, the bar wasn’t full of screaming patrons and blasting music, but slow, cool jazz. It was their calmest night where the low lamps gave off an orange-red glow on the deep wooden walls, and every shadow seemed comforting. People sat calmly at their tables, passing cards and taking shots. The ceiling hung low with the smoke of cigars and cigarettes. A sweet smell of booze wafted through the room, making any nasty smell of the people buying the drinks.

In her normal corner booth, Sevika was sitting with four men, cigarette pressed between her lips and cards in her hands. She was laughing lightly as she passed a card into the center of the table. The candle in the middle of the room illuminated her face and curved around her features. Beautiful, you thought, staring at her vibrant eyes.

As you waded through the tables of the room, she noticed you approaching, glancing over as the conversation at her table continued. Keeping an eye on you. You kept your cool, only giving a small smile back as you approached. Men of the bar kept looking up at your figure as you walked by their tables, admiring the way the leather suit curved over your hips and hugged your thighs.

The other men at the table were just as harsh and brutish as Sevika, all with scars over their faces or hands, rugged clothes, and a mean glare. They were younger than her but older than you, and they didn’t seem too friendly when you came up to the table.

One of them, with white blonde hair and a blind eye, wrinkled her nose as he looked you up and down. With a toothpick in his mouth, he questioned, “Who’s that?”

Sevika cleared her throat, looking down at her cards as she drew another from the deck. “I hired her.”

You froze, brow furrowing as your upper lip curled. Your services didn’t involve simple company at a bar. You surely didn’t want to be here if she was going to pay you for it.

She chuckled under her breath, looking up at you. “I’m kidding, doll. Sit down.” She tapped the spot on the cushion next to her.

Apprehensive, you sat beside her slowly. If this night was just going to be her being a bitch, you weren’t going to get involved. You could go back to Babettes and earn your dinner like always. You didn’t need her free food. And her expensive rum. And her perfectly rolled clove cigarettes…

The more you looked around the table, the longer you wanted to stay. You’d seen her and her men around the bar before but never noticed how nice of a night they always had. Each man was sitting comfortably around the booth with either a cigar, cigarette, or drink, lounging as they waited for the game to start. The loud music was slightly muffled, making the table almost cozy and closed off.

They were just finishing a game as you got there, a pile of coins in front of Sevika and dwindling collections by the other players. They were settling bets and getting more drinks, idle conversation as everyone got ready for another round. Sevika shuffled the deck and delt you your own hand.

You were sitting close to her, but just far enough away so you didn’t touch. A distance she would have to choose to close if she really wanted to. Yes, you liked her and wanted her attention, but you weren’t going to devote yourself to her to get it. If she really liked you, she’d take what she wanted.

And it didn’t take her long. As she was puting your cards down in front of her, she smiled and met your eyes. Her gaze drifted down your neck, chest, and down to your lap. She was close, her broad figure looming beside you enough to block your view of three of the men.

Her eyebrows raised. “You’ve got something on your neck.”

A heat hit your face as you rubbed the skin under your chin. God, you couldn’t look decent just once. “What is it?”

“Something I left for you.”

Your hands dropped and you rolled your eyes. “Oh, fuck off.”

She smiled wider, shaking her head and sitting back. The tables was coming back together and everyone was picking up their cards as a waitress came around with more drinks. She had a glass for you and Sevika poured you some rum. The waitress smiled a bit too sweetly at Sevika when she said thank you, and it made you inch a bit closer to her.

You picked up your cards and sipped your drink. Rum was never your favorite, but in this setting, it felt right. Your deal wasn’t the worst, but you;d defitnety have to sit out for the round. You were trying to play your best.

At the brothel, you and your tolerable coworkers would play and gamble during slow hours all the time. Your room was the hot spot where everyone would crown around the coffee table, taking a smoke break, and having good fun. It was never that serious, everyone putting their earrings or hair clips in as prizes only to hand them back at the end of the game. But, there was a skill level that all of you developed.

And you were the best.

You all got through two games that Sevika won. She truly enjoyed it. A sly smile spread across her face as she collected everyone’s coins, only handing you a coy apology and running her hand up your though to make up for it. It didn’t matter to you. Your cards weren’t that good anyway.

Though, you liked the way she got when she was that happy. She was touchy. She would “accidentally” brush her hand over your tit, and she really liked to fiddle with that zipper that rested between your ribs. You’d push her away, saying something about how stupid she was being and how the alcohol was getting to her, and she’d give a boozy smile and turn to shuffle the cards again.

On the third game, you got a good hand. A really good hand. You kept your cool as you saw the empress and her court smiling up at your on the painted card. Every mention of a tell that your friends had mentioned to you ran through your head and you hid every sign. No one would know. You would win.

It took great thought to get through. Early on, Sevika noticed how much more focused you were, and it caused her to keep putting more money on the table. The men all had relatively bad hands except for one, but he backed out after a while, not trying to get in the middle of whatever mental battle you and Sevika were engaged in.

In the end, with the final turn of a card, you had won. With a huge pile of copper in teh middle fo the table, you whooped and bounced in your seat, grinning as you pulled all of the money towards yourself.

Sevika was angry. You could see it in the way she wouldn’t look at you adn how she stared into her empty glass. Her jaw was clamped tightly shut and she was thinking hard, still looking at the coins you’d taken from her. It wasn’t her fault. She hardly knew you, and she had expected you to be moer of an open book then your were. To be truthful, she dind’t know the half of who you were, and that was her fatal flaw.

Part of her still thougth of you as those prissy virgins she usually saw. It was hard for her to accept that she liked someone so similar to her own spiteful nature. She didn’t like it unless you two were naked, apparently.

She swallowed and shook her head. “I let you win.”

Your nose wrinkled. “Shut up.”

A fake laugh tossed itself from her lips and she held her hands in helplessness. “Just trying to be nice. If I beat you every time, you won’t enjoy it so much. There’s no way you can actually win.”

“Sevika—“ You scoffed, shaking your head at her as you wondered why she fucking bothered to say those things. “Whatever. I’m going to get a cocktail.”

She chuckled bitterly as you stood up. “Rum’s too strong?”

You held your middle finger up behind you as you stomped to the bar. Sevika muttered something else under her breath that you didn’t want to hear. The lively jazz that filled hte bar felt so suffocating now as you walked past a betting table thick with smoke. You didn’t need her pouting just because you won. It was supposed to be a fun night. Only a baby cried because they lost a stupid game.

You sat at the bar and ordered a drink. The bartender was a nice but nervous man who must’ve known who you were accompanying. He stuttered as he took your order and nearly dropped the vodka when he went to pour it. He was good at his job though adn your drinks as sweet with an after taste that stung your throat. You thanked him and made soem idle conversation, knowing that Sevika was watching you out of the corner of her eye.

You could feel the heat of her anger even from that far away. You planned on sitting at the bar for a little longer, let them play a game without you so she could get a win back under her belt. Maybe then she’d be nicer.

The bartender Thieram was a nice man who made you rlaugh once or twice as you sipped your drink. He was respectful. Most men either didn’t like you or liked you too much. It wasn’t often your found someone who treated you like a friend.

This fact was proven a few minutes later when a man steppe dup to the bar to order a beer. He was probably almost thirty with black hair graying on the sides and a long tattoo down her left forearm. He was ugly. But ugly in a way that some people found very attractive, though the second you stared at him for too long, he looked like an abstract painting.

You only glanced at him for a second before stirring your drink while waiting to talk to Thieram again. He had a deep, angry voice. After Thieram turned away, he stayed at the bar and leaned against it, turning to face you. “You alright, babe?”

You didn’t look up. “Who are you calling babe?”

“Just a pretty woman I see at the bar.” He chuckled. “I’m Leox.”

“And I’m not interested.”

None of your blatant signals got through to him. In fact, he stepped closer. Enough that you could smell the weed he’d been smoking. “Come on. You seemed kinda upset at your table. Why don’t you come and join mine? I’ll treat you real good.”

“Oh, will you?”

“Yes,” he sighed. He leaned in, brushing your hair off your forehead. “I will.”

“Hm,” you hummed, closing your eyes as you pretended to enjoy his flirting. “Well…”

You pushed him away. “I’m still not interested.”

You only did men if they paid you for it.

The firm hand you placed on his shoulder withdrew only slightly before he gripped your wrist in place. For a brief moment your breath caught as he tugged you off of your stool and you were stumbling into him.

He grabbed your jaw firmly and pulled your face up to look at him. “Why couldn’t you just be nice? I know you’re just some whore. I could’ve paid well too.”

You jerked from his grasp, trying to turn around to get free and run out of there. He smelt awful and his breath was hot in your face. His teeth were yellow.

You were able to jam your heel into his toes, making him flinch so you could wriggle free, but as you were getting away, his foot caught under you and you fell to the ground. Your palms took the blunt of the pain as you scrambled to get yourself up.

As you pulled yourself to your feet, a heavy set of footsteps was storming past you and towards the man. In your panic, and with the moment being so quick, you hardly heard what she was saying to him—yelling at him.

You spun around, uneasy on your feet, and only saw their final interaction: Her fist against his face.

Once such a strong, intimidating man crumbled into a heap on the floor. Sevika stood over him, shimmer coursing through her metal arm and heavy breaths moved her shoulders, flexing the muscle. She turned around and you only saw the faint glint of purple in her eyes before she passed you again and ordered her men to take the guy out back. Teach him a lesson, she said.

The bar was silent. The woman humming low jazz was standing shocked beside her accordion player, the other patrons were trying to keep their gazes down, and Thieram was standing helpless behind the bar, terrified. You felt your face get hot as you stepped back subconsciously, your arms crossing and hugging your ribs.

Sevika was done barking orders and came up to you, pulling you back into the private room of the bar. The familiar place almost brought back amusing memories if you weren’t so upset.

She pulled you into her arms, examining you and making sure you were alright. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No,” you shook your head. “No, I’m fine. Shit like that happens all the time to me.”

She exhaled heavily through her nose and looked at the door. She must’ve been pondering whether to go help her men or not, but your hand on hip kept her there.

You two ended up sitting on the couch together sharing a cigarette. You were beside her with your legs rested across her lap and your head on her shoulder. She had her hand gripping your thigh and her metal arm wrapped over your shoulders.

You looked up at her face after a long drag and saw how tense her face was, how she didn’t seem to be moving an inch. Staring off into space with a firm furrow in her brow.

“Sev?” You frowned, brushing her stray hairs off her forehead. “Don’t be so upset. Everything’s okay.”

Sure, you were a bit shaken, but men were always like that to you. It wasn’t right, but it was something you had to get used to. She’d have to understand that if she were to be around you.

She pursed her lips. “It’ll be okay as long as he gets what he deserves.”

You ran your thumb over the muscles of her collar. “Just try to calm down.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

You sighed, understand the aggression wasn’t towards you. To be honest, you didn’t feel unsafe at all with her. Even though her eyes still sparkled violet when the lamplight caught it.

“Everything will be okay,” you assured. “I’m fine and he’s gonna get what’s coming to him. Relax, dear.”

Again you rubbed her collar and shoulder, your fingers trying to ease any tension she had. You leaned in to place a small kiss under her jaw, and as your lips brushed her skin, she held you tighter against her.

You kissed her neck again, lingering to drag your tongue over her in a way that made her sign and settle into the couch. The action spurred you on and you left another heavy kiss to her pulse point, making sure to leave proof that you did so.

You climbed into her lap and straddled on of her thighs, the right muscle fitting right against your clit. She let you tilt her head back so you could keep up your actions.

“What…”

A sly smile spread across your lips and you kissed below her ear. “Just trying to help you relax,” you cooed, a bit of mischief in your voice as one of your hands fiddled with the top button of her vest.

As you pulled the button free, her hand on your thigh got ever so slightly tighter and you remembered the shimmer in her system.

“Come on, Sev, don’t be so upset. Don’t let him ruin the night.”

You dragged your kisses down her chest, letting more of her buttons become undone until she was helping you pull her arms out of the sleeves and you tossed her shirt onto the other side of the couch.

She looked magnificent, curving muscle winding down her stomach, scars lacing her skin, and her breasts dark and nipples pebbled from the cold.

As you took the moment to admire her, she grabbed your ass and nudged you to keep going. You’d never expect her to be so lenient on letting you have control, but maybe she was trusting you more. Or maybe she just really needed to let some stress out.

Your tongue slid across her chest, lips finding one of her breasts for you to suck on. You twirled your tongue around her nipple, sucking it into your mouth and rolling it around your teeth. She moaned, gripping you hair and letting you grind on her thigh. It was a perfect mixture of giving and receiving, all of her grains sending shockwaves to your core and you reveled in the taste of her.

You wanted to taste more.

As you slid onto the floor on your knees, you dragged you hands down her thighs and then up to undo her belt. She was breathing heavily as you kissed down her stomach, enjoying the sensation of her muscle against your lips. You pulled her pants down with her underwear, wrestling them over her boots and letting them be lost somewhere in the room.

Adrenaline led you to avidly kiss down her thighs, licking over every inch on the insides as you got closer and closer to her core. You could tell her was ready for you, her hand gripped the back of your head, waiting to hold your mouth against her. You moaned as she tugged at your hair lightly, trying to get you to start.

You left a long kiss on her inner thigh, just an inch from her pussy befor turning to begin. Only, you stopped to look up at her flushed face as smile.

“You’re so gorgeous, Sev.”

The compliment was not taken happily. “I swear to god—you and that fucking mouth of yours,” She breathed, her pupils blown as she rolled her eyes.

“Oh, you don’t like the teasing when it’s the other way around?”

“Just eat,” she huffed, pushing your face into her core.

It was hot and dripping, so ready for you. You lifted one thigh into your shoulder and spread her folds with your fingers. Her hairs were well kept and trimmed, brushing your nose as you dragged your tongue through her, tasting her.

She moaned, pushing your face further into her as you found her clit, flattening your tongue and coaxing over the bud. As you worked her up, you slid your fingers down and circled her entrance slowly, teasing it lightly.

Another heavy groan fell from her as she tightened her legs around your head. You could hardly hear her due to the clamp her thighs had over your ears.

Everything was so intense, the scent of her, the taste, the pressure of her legs, and the ughh grip she had on your hair. All you could do was kiss and lick her clit, enjoying the moment. It was so overwhelming you completely forgot any else that had happened that night.

You flicked her bud with the tip of your tongue, sucking on it as you slid two fingers into her.

It made her tense up and her head fell back over the back of the couch. She was desperate, holding your face so close and gently rocking her hips against your tongue as you fucked your fingers into her.

“Fuck, baby, don’t stop,” she demanded. You could sense her stress waning as she breathed deep and relaxed into you. You circled your fingers against her walls every time you pushed them in, sucking and licking her clit as you did so.

With your other hand, you pulled down the zipper of your suit and reached under the leather to find yourself. All of her heaving and moaning was too much for you to handle. The taste of her alone made you drip. You slid your fingers between your lips, finding your eager, swollen bud and stroking it.

You moaned against her, the vibrations making her gasp and you quickened your pace on both her and you. She was desperate, fucking heralded on your face bc had while you moaned against her clit and sucked. Rapid, intelligible words fell from her lips as she reached her high, curses and praised to you crescendoing into muttering whines as she came.

The pressure of her legs and your fingers rubbing over your clit was enough to get yourself there too. You cried out into her folds, the stimulation making her jerk as she came down from her high with you.

The both of you were breathing heavily as you crawled back up to her lap. She held you, sliding her hands past the unzipped front of your catsuit so she could feel your hot skin.

Your lips met in a messy clash or desperation. She dragged her teeth over your bottom lip as she made her grind your pussy against hers, the overstimulation making you both shudder.

Just as easily as you’d fallen into her kiss, she was pulling away and moving you off her lap. She set you down on the couch as she stood up, grabbing her clothes off the floor and couch to put them back on.

You sat up, anger and panick setting in. Did you do something wrong? “What—where are you going?”

She began to button her vest up, a grin sliding over her lips. “I’m taking you home.”

[bunnyhoney111]

new song.

eddie munson x fem!best friend!reader

desc.: you guys are always a bit too honest when you’re high, and you whine about being horny, my casual sexuality kink

warnings: uhh lots of soup making on your end, eddie being a little too laid back, KINDA and i mean BARELY dub-con just for the very end; he doesn't do anything to her he just does something(?), kinda-ish friends with benefits situation.

request: no ma'am, no ham, no turkey- exTREMELY self-indulgent.

w/c: 968

a/n: i've been writing this for over the course of two-ish years now, just finished it as i want to get back to tumblr now 😭😭😔. i hope it's good enough to reinstate some of my audience. it's also a leetle short sorry folks

“eddie, ‘m horny,” you whined- drawling out his name, squirming in your place next to him on the bed. he was writing lyrics in his notebook to a song he’d been working on. he reached over pressed a hand into your stomach to stop you.

“i’m sorry sweetheart, but i’m not sure what you want me to do about that,” he didn’t spare you a glance, his hand returning to the notebook.

“it hurts,” you sighed, crossing your arms under your chest. you could feel the swelling of your clit as blood rushed to the area, you’d always felt this way when you got high.

“go to the bathroom, make soup,” he said, still running his eyes over the words and occasionally erasing to correct a line or a verse.

“ew.”

“im sorry, rub one out, flick the bean, choke your chicken-“ he continued throwing slang at you with a giggle as he finally looked over at your glistening face. your pupils were dilated almost to the point of hiding all the color in your irises, and your mouth opened to cut him off.

“it’s not that easy for girls, its not just one and done, and i certainly couldn’t cum in your dingy bathroom, freak.” you’d called him that out of endearment, it didn’t sting like usual when it came from you.

“well, do it there then,” he stated casually, flipping between pages. you whipped your head towards him, when he doesn’t look back towards you, you let out a scoff at his suggestion.

“what? i don’t mind, i’m not even paying attention.” he glanced at you as he spoke, before returning to his scrawled handwriting.

you still couldn’t tell if he was joking, but you couldn’t seem to care as your thighs started to rub together, trying to resist the urge to reach into your underwear and satisfy the ache.

eddie notices your hesitance, and your shifting thighs, and places his notebook down momentarily before moving to his knees in front of you. without a word, or so much as a glance he brings his hands to grasp at the waist of your shorts. he nodded to you slightly, his eyes still trained downwards, prompting you to lift your hips.

he slides them down with ease, pulling your underwear down with them. he pushes your thight apart, using two fingers to spread you out, you simply waiting for his next move; too high to question his motives. too needy. he splays his palm towards you, waiting for your hand.

you gave him your hand, but he grasped your wrist, and he guided your fingertips to rest against your throbbing clit, pressing them with his into your bud and assisting the slow circular motion. you gasp at the pressure, and soon enough eddies climbing away from you, removing his hand from yours.

you continue the movements he’d been guiding you with, as he nestles back into his spot and continues writing in his notebook, short glances strewn your way every time you whimpered.

“shit,” you cursed, your forefinger dipping down into your yet untouched hole. the squelching from between your legs was filthy, and it caught eddies attention- along with the borderline pornographic moan.

his eyes stray from the notebook, down to your soaked core. his lip is pulled between his teeth and he lets out a hiss at the sight- his dick hardening at an astounding pace in his pants.

with your eyes closed you don't seem to notice as he begins rubbing his hard-on through his pajama pants- one hand still holding the notebook open. he listens carefully to your blissful moans and whimpers of his name as if he were the one touching you.

it was only fate that the song he'd been writing was about some fucked up version of a one night stand with a friend- he glances back at the words and without hesitation he pushes himself off of the bed and walks to his dresser.

"mmm, what're ya doin' ed?" your eyes crack open to see him grabbing something. he walks back to you with one hand behind his back, his other clutching the now closed notebook at his side.

he tossed the book to his side of the bed, still watching your hands ministrations to your cunt.

"shhh, don't talk- just let me hear you."

you don't hesitate to let out another guttural moan, fingers deep inside yourself, staring directly at him.

his eyes go wild and his smiles so wide you can't imagine his cheeks aren't sore. "say my name, pretty please." you hear a soft click and before you can question it you're squirming and pulsing around your own fingers.

you revel in your release, letting out that same pornographic moan that had caught his attention before and let out a breathy scream of his name. "eddie, please!"

sweat beaded your forehead, you gasp to catch your breath as you slowly remove your fingers- a sick squelch coming from your pussy before you hear that click again.

eddie pulls his hand from behind his back, a tape-recorder cemented in his palm. he plays it back to you, and you shrivel with embarrassment as the moan of his name and the sounds of your own body play back to you.

"ugh, you ass!" you quickly lurch forward and grab it from his hand and flip him off threatening to erase the recorded sound.

"hey! don't you dare, i need that." he snatches it back from your grasp. you give him a questioning glance, your left eyebrow perched higher than the other and an almost-frown as you tilt your head slightly.

there go those wild eyes of his, once more, followed by a short- sharp smack to your ass, "for your feature on my soon-to-be latest, and greatest, banger."

[myysaints]

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ YT22 ꒱ REAL OR NO? ─ YUKI TSUNODA

... (PART TWO)

YUKI TSUNODA x f!japanese!kpop idol!reader

⌗︙・ summary — you’ve known yuki tsunoda all your life, but the world doesn’t know that. so when your relationship is accidentally called into the spotlight, fans understandably freak out – after all, who thought that these two worlds would collide?

genre — social media au, fc: sakura from le sserafim

notes — part two is here!!! the tumblr 30 or wtv image limit is so annoying, it's the whole reason why i had to split the fic over two parts 😭 the link to part one is here if you haven't read it! hope u enjoy xx

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[qveerthe0ry]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @for-a-longlongtime 🎊🎈🎂

You are the best Tumblr friend anyone could ask for. I’m so grateful for you and your incredibly supportive (enabling) tendencies, your insanely beautiful fic writing brain, and the ear you always lend to me to vent to.

Also for the gif of Oscar Isaac’s Dick and Balls that you sent me earlier today that inspired me to write a little FishPope blurb 😌 This is my gift to you and I hope you enjoy 💕 Love you!!

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Pairing: Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia Rating: 18+ mdni Warnings: bulge worship, cock worship, cock warming

Sometimes Frankie just gets a little restless. 

He wants to relax. After a long day of work, and whatever project Santi’s got him working on in their garage, and making and/or eating dinner, all he wants to do is relax. 

He grabs a shower, sometimes with Santi, sometimes alone. He’ll change into pajamas— now that it’s summer, pajamas consist of underwear and a baggy old shirt. Then he grabs an ice cold beer and settles on the couch for some mind-numbing television while Santi reads or scrolls on his phone. 

But sometimes not even the most outlandish reality show can’t settle his restless mind.

Usually Santi notices it even before he does himself. A ‘knock it off’ grumbled at him above his reading glasses cues him in on the way he’s bouncing his leg up and down. 

Tonight, he’s grinding his teeth to some unidentifiable rhythm in his head. He only notices because he pinches his cheek between his molars and winces. His jaw aches a bit, he must’ve been at it for a while. 

He glances over to Santi. He’s got a really boring looking book in his hands, nestled in the corner of the couch. 

His thick thighs are spread open, inviting. Almost as inviting as the soft bulge protruding from his tight gray boxer briefs. 

Frankie’s mouth starts to water, alleviating that little nick his teeth caused. 

He shifts slowly at first, inconspicuous, and Santi doesn’t notice. So he moves again, lying out on their couch, so his head rests on Santi’s leg. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Getting comfy.”

“Hmm.”

Santi lifts one hand away from his book to ruffle Frankie’s curls and god, he’s got magic hands, the way one simple touch has his mind going pleasantly empty. 

He’s staring at Santi’s bulge now, shamelessly, since the man’s obstructing his view with his book. 

He knows it’s a mouthful, even completely flaccid. God, he bets it’s so warm and smooth. He shifts a little closer and takes a slow but deep breath and fuck. 

He smells so good. Even freshly showered, there’s always a hint of Santi’s natural musk, something so malty and deep that seeps through the fancy, expensive body wash he likes. 

Frankie wonders if it makes him a freak, that he likes it so much. Not that he really cares.

He wants more of it. He wants the smell and feel and taste of him all at once, to overwhelm him and just shut his brain off. 

So he adjusts up onto an elbow, and cranes his neck a bit, and smushes his face right at the apex of Santi’s thighs. 

“The fuck, Fish?”

Frankie inhales a big breath and hums it out before responding. 

“‘M restless.” 

His voice is muffled by Santi’s bulge, twitching now as the hot air from Frankie’s breath engulfs it. 

“Shit, yeah?”

“Mmmhm.”

Frankie hears a book page turn, and then Santi’s hand is back on his head once more. His nails scrape his scalp before his fingers really tangle and twist. 

“Wanna keep it warm for me, papi?” 

Frankie’s prick pulses where it’s trapped between his stomach and the couch. He nods, which only grinds his face against Santi’s package. 

It feels good, the softness of his underwear gently scraping the soft skin of his nose and cheeks. There’s and impossible heat radiating off of him, and Frankie seeks more of it, nuzzling around, rearranging his dick and balls as his face rubs against them. 

Santi hums and tilts his hips, nearly crushing Frankie’s nose as he seeks more friction, but even that sting is good, great. 

“Take it out.”

The nonchalant, commanding tone makes Frankie shiver. He whimpers a little, gives Santi’s package one more good smush before the fingers in his hair tug in warning. 

Frankie gets his fingers around the waistband, and Santi lifts his hips to help. Frankie licks his lips at the sight of his balls resting over the elastic, all warm and loose. 

He nudges Santi’s half-hard cock out of the way to nose at the base and lick the pronounced seam of his sac, to take a deep breath and inhale his intoxicating scent that’s even stronger now. He groans and grinds his own cock into the cushion under him for the smallest amount of relief. 

“Put it in your mouth, Fish.”

And he can’t protest, not with the way he has to swallow all the drool that’s pooled just from rubbing his face all over him. 

He tastes familiar. It settles him more than he’ll ever admit to anyone. The stretch of his jaw, the weight of Santi’s cock on his tongue, the tickle in the back of his throat. The novelty has never worn off, it just eggs him on. 

He starts to bob his head. Santi’s grip on his hair tightens. 

“Stop. Just keep it there.”

And even though he’s still a bossy prick, Santi’s murmur is softer and sweeter and less domineering than normal. 

Even so, Frankie obeys. 

He settles his head back down on his thick, fuzzy thigh and rests there. 

He suckles, still. More reflex than anything else. His tongue lies heavy on Santi’s frenulum as he swallows now and then.

The noisy static in his brain fizzles out as Santi’s dick fully inflates. His jaw stretches slowly in a welcome ache, and the scent of him is so heady and overwhelming as he shuts his eyes, and Santi’s hand in his hair pets and smooths and everything is quiet. 

Santi can’t wait until the next time Frankie’s restless.

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 26th:  Corroded Coffin | I Wanna Be Somebody - W.A.S.P. | Hopeful a/n: descriptions of anxiety & grounding, rockstar!eddie, supportive!uncle wayne, established steddie. read on ao3 + masterpost | tumblr masterlist

Corroded Coffin gets its first gig outside of Gareth’s garage on a random Tuesday in October 1985. 

It’s a small place, a true hole in the wall, the exact kind of place Eddie Munson imagines James Hetfield might’ve seen back in Metallica’s earliest days. There are maybe five people in the crowd outside of the bartender and servers, but those are five more people than have ever heard them play before. 

Jeff, Freak, and Gareth are goofing around backstage, tuning instruments, pushing and shoving playfully, the excitement palpable. Eddie wants to join in but his heart and his stomach seem to have swapped places. Nauseous, shaky, and terrified, he can’t bring himself to shake it off with his friends and finds himself sitting in the corner, back to the wall. 

An apt metaphor, really. 

He feels caged, stuck, panicked– a lion trapped in too small of a space if the lion was also secretly afraid of its one and only concrete talent being judged as not good enough by strangers. 

“Alright, Ed, take a breath with me, okay?” Wayne appears out of nowhere, grunting as he sits on the grody floor next to Eddie. 

A familiar, calloused hand gently pulls Eddie’s fingers out of his hair, a position he doesn’t realize he’s in until Wayne pulls him out of it. He turns to face his Uncle and breathes with him the same way he had as an anxious little kid before the talent show, as the new kid in school, as the now fledgling adult who still needs comfort, reputation and appearance be damned. 

Eddie closes his eyes and lets Wayne squeeze his hand to cute inhalation and exhalation. One day, he’ll think to ask him where the fuck he got that from, but not today. Today, he needs to calm down enough to perform with his friends. 

In. Out. 

In. Out. 

In. Out. 

“Feelin’ better?” Wayne asks, patting Eddie’s knee with his free hand. 

Eddie nods and lets his eyes flutter open. It feels like waking up as he adjusts back to the noise and light he’d managed to tune out. “I think so, yeah. Sorry, I don’t know why I’m so scared as shit but yeah. Not okay.” 

Wayne scoffs and shakes his head. “It’s your first show, Ed. ‘S alright to be a little keyed up. You’re gonna be fine though, just go out there and have fun with it.” 

“You’ll stay for the show?” Eddie asks, a little more hopeful. Seeing Wayne in the audience during the talent show all those years ago set his nerves at ease. Seeing Wayne in the audience at The Hideout might do the same. 

“Nah, figured I’d just stop by to talk you off the ledge and head on home. Of course I’m stayin’, what kinda Uncle do you think I am?” 

Eddie and Corroded Coffin play their first gig to a crowd of about five drunks and one Uncle Wayne. It’s not perfect– Eddie trips over a microphone wire at least once and they each miss a cue here and there– but they finish to applause. The loudest of which comes from Uncle Wayne. 

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Over the years, Corroded Coffin ebbs and flows. When Eddie nearly dies, the band does too for a bit but, like Eddie, reanimates after some left dormant. The members stay the same, the name stays the same, the sound stays the same. What changes is the audience. 

Apparently, the metal community is very interested in Eddie’s Lazarus-adjacent story coupled with wrongful accusations and a suburban witch hunt. Interested enough for the band to start getting noticed. The Hideout turns into The Vogue, and then the Old National Centre, and then the TCU Amphitheater. At each one, Eddie feels the same nerves he had at their first gig, and maybe even a bit more so now with his Upside Down injuries always at the back of his mind. 

What if I pull something?

What if my leg gives out?

What if– 

“Hey,” Steve whispers, leaning against the wall next to Eddie. “It’s gonna be okay, you know that, right?” 

Eddie nods and chews on the piece of hair he’s pulled in front of his face. 

He doesn’t know that, actually, but it’s not something he wants to rehash right now. Besides, Steve more than anyone can understand his running monologue more than most. He’d been there, been the one to carry him out, and since they started dating, has been the one to lull him back to sleep when the memories jar him awake. 

But Wayne’s not here yet, probably stuck in traffic after leaving the factory early for the show, and Eddie doesn’t know how to prepare for a show without his guided breathing. 

Every rockstar has a ritual, and that’s his. 

“I know I’m no Wayne but, wanna try breathing with me?” Steve offers with a sheepish smile. 

He nods again, still silent, and breathes. This time, softer hands holding his and cueing his inhalations and exhalations. It’s not the same, but it’s something. Enough to calm his racing heart to the point of words and with a shout from Jeff and a kiss from Steve, he takes the biggest stage he’s played yet. 

Halfway through their set, Eddie sees movement in the corner of his eye and when he dares a glance, he sees Uncle Wayne standing next to Steve in his dusty flannel with a beaming smile. 

The nerves disappear. 

[strniohoeee]

Broken

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is depressed, and Matt takes notice to her behavior. Matt being the good friend he is he tries to get her out of her funk, but will it work?🫂

Warnings⚠️: None just mentions of depression. This was a request but Tumblrs being a munch and not letting me add it

Song for the imagine: hope ur ok- Olivia Rodrigo

But, God, I hope that you’re happier today

Cause I love you

And I hope that you’re okay

It’s been getting worse. I hate this feeling, this darkness that consumes me. I wanted nothing more than to feel okay. I hate the way my depression swallowed me whole and made me want to disappear from the face of the earth.

I just wanted to feel okay, I wanted to feel normal and not drained. I know my friends were getting annoyed with me. I would slip into these phases of not wanting to talk to them, see them, go out with them. I mean I could barely get out of my bed to do anything. Often skipping meals and not drinking water. I would just sleep all fucking day and cry when I was awake.

I was fortunate enough to be an influencer, so I didn’t have to worry about actually getting up to work. I posted YouTube drafts and TikTok drafts. It worked for a while, but people started to catch on, and were wondering where I went. I couldn’t even be honest and come out and say I was so depressed I couldn’t even sit up in my bed.

The one person who noticed the fastest was Matt. Randomly one day he started texting me wondering how I was doing, what I was doing, if I wanted to hang out with him and his brothers, if I wanted to join them for dinner, if I wanted to film a video with them. I appreciated it truly, but I also kept lying to him. Telling him that I was busy or I had plans, or I was filming. I could not allow anyone to see me this way. I mean I didn’t even want to see myself this way…..

Matt had put me in a groupchat with Chris and Nick, and honestly it was making me feel better. They kept my mind off of things by constantly making me laugh. I mean they would text from 10AM till 2AM every single day.

The blue eyed freaks🧿🧿

-Y/N can you pleaseeeeee come hang out with us we haven’t seen you in like two months- Chris

-Idkkkk -me

-plzzzzz like you never hangout with us anymore-Nick

-yeah I’ve just been busy-me

-busy??? Yeah right not busy enough to not hang out with us- Chris

-hey if she doesn’t want to hangout don’t force her, but we do miss you and would love to see you-Matt

-thanks Matt🖤-me

-booooo boring come over now, or I’ll come pick you up-Chris

-you can’t even drive Chris-me

-okay….ill get matt to drive me to come pick you up-Chris

-fineeeeee okay fine I’ll be over in a hour-me

-FUCKKKKK FINALLY OMG YES- Chris

-see yall soon<3-me

I had gotten up and decided to shower, washing my hair and just really try to clear my mind, and enjoy the fact that I’m getting to see my friends again. I hadn’t been out of my house in a good month, and this was giving me major anxiety.

I felt like once they’d see me they would know I haven’t been okay, and that’s something that scared me. I had to seem okay. I was never the one who broke down… ever.

I hadn’t finished getting ready. At first I wanted to put on some makeup to hide my dark eyes, but I decided against it because I really wasn’t in the mood. I headed out, and drove to the triplets house. When I got there Matt texted me letting me know that the door was unlocked and to meet them in his room.

I let myself in and walked to Matt’s room.

“Y/N” Chris yelled coming over and hugging me

“Hi guys” I said laughing

“She’s aliveeee” Nick said hugging me

“How have you guys been?” I asked plopping myself down on Matt’s bed with them

“We’ve been good, just filming honestly” Matt said

“Nice that’s always fun” I said

“I love it so much truly, but how have you been?” Nick asked

“I’ve been good, you know. Just uhhh been busy” I said lying straight through my teeth

“Nice, what have you been doing” Matt asked

“Oh you know just filming and editing and just going out with some of my other friends” I said

“I love your hair color by the way, when did you dye it red?” Chris asked me

“Oh like two months ago I need to get my roots done actually” I said running my hands through my hair

“Two months ago? I thought this was recent all your TikTok’s and YouTube videos your hair was black” Matt said looking at me suspiciously

“Oh uhhh” was all I could manage because I knew Matt was onto me

“Okay anyways I’m hungry” Chris said breaking the awkwardness

“Me too” Nick said

“McDonald’s?” Chris asked

“Fuck yes” Matt responded

“Okay Matt can you pick it up for us” Chris said pleading

“Uhhh I guess i have too since yall can’t drive” he said rolling his eyes

“I can drive” I said smiling

“Yayyyy this is why I love you” Chris said

“I’ll mobile order it so it’s less stressful” Nick said

They all put in their orders, and they handed the phone to me. My anxiety making me nauseous and not really in the mood to eat

“Oh I don’t think I’m going to get anything” I said

“WHAT? McDonald’s is your favorite” Nick said

“Uhh yeah I’m just not in the mood” I said

“Do you want something else?” Matt asked

“No I’m not hungry” I said looking at him

Matt nodded before taking the phone, messing with it f and then handing it to Nick.

“Alright let’s head out” I said

“Nick and I want to stay back y’all can go though” Chris said

“Sneaky fucks” Matt said laughing

Matt and I had gotten into my car heading over to the McDonalds

“What’s really going on?” Matt asked

“What do you mean?” I asked glancing over at him

“I know you’re not okay” he said looking at me

“Matt I’m fine” I said

“No you’re not. Your eyes…..I can tell that you’re sad” he said

“I’m just tired is all” I said swallowing thickly

“Y/N be honest…are you okay?” He asked reading my face for an answer

My lip quivered, and a lump formed in my throat. Nobody has asked me if I was okay.

“No” I whispered out in a croak

“Talk to me” he said sitting up

“I just don't know. I’ve been so depressed lately. I haven’t been able to get out of my bed. I’ve just been posting drafts because I can’t even get up to film. I can’t even get up to drink or eat anything. I miss my parents, I miss home and I just feel so alone. You were the first person to text me, and you have helped me a lot actually. You inviting me over was the first thing I have done in a month” I said letting a tear fall

“I’m so sorry you feel that way. I love you so fucking much, and I knew something was wrong that’s why I reached out. I care for you so much, and I don’t want you to struggle alone. I’m here for you” he said looking at me with saddened eyes

“I appreciate it Matt truly. You’re amazing” I said looking over at him and smiling weakly

“Never allow yourself to struggle alone okay. Please reach out to me or Nick or even Chris as crazy as that seems. We will always be here for you….always” he said

“I will. I just was fighting with myself for so long I couldn’t reach out for help” I said wiping my tears

“And that’s okay. No ones pressuring you to reach out, but know that the option is there. I would never turn you away. You know I’ll come flying to you in a heartbeat” he said nudging my shoulder

“I know Matt. I love you so much thank you for being here for me” I said nudging him back

“Also I got you your favorite from McDonald’s. I’m making sure you eat. I can tell you haven’t eaten. I can see it in your face” he said

“Thank you Matt what would I do without you” I said smiling at him

“I’m not sure actually” he said

“Don’t get too cocky” I said pointing my finger at him

We laughed, and I pulled up to the drive thru. We got our food, and we headed back home

We got back to their house, and started to eat in the kitchen. Laughing and catching up. Matt occasionally looking over at me, giving me reassuring smiles and glances.

I spent the night at their house, and I slept in Matt’s room. We watched my favorite childhood movies as he kept asking me if I was okay, and taking small glances at me.

Eventually we ended up falling asleep.

What would I do without Matt?

The End

This was a request, but Tumblr is actually being a dickrider so it wasn’t letting me put it with my story. But anywho I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS ONE🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[goingmerryfics]

Hii!!! i really love all your writing and wanted to request smth if that's okay!

could i request law x so who's into lolita fashion/subculture? Like, on days that they're able to they'll wear really extravagant looking lolita dresses and such, and is just overall really girly, and might be embarrassed about being such, esp with someone like him. but maybe he even likes that they're aesthetic opposites. idk fjsjfjfk

Ty!! <3

(idk if i need to say this but lolita fashion doesn't have anything to do with the. other uses of the term. sometimes ppl make accusations abt it but the jfashion and book are not related)

Lolita Style S/O w/ Law

Content: can be read as GN reader that wears skirts, all SFW

Notes* Thanks for being patient with me while I worked on this request! A couple of things popped up for me (and my new-used computer quit suddenly so I have to wait to see if it can be repaired or if I should just buy a brand new one) so I’ve been trying to work around this. Back to mobile tumblr I go 😢 ! Anyway- I know all too well how lolita culture gets sexualized in people’s eyes so this is a completely nsfw-free request. I made this more relatable to those in sweet style lolita more than gothic lolita since you’d commented about them being opposites and personally, I think it would be super cute for him to be paired with someone with this style. Hope you like it :)

Law

Law isn’t the type to pay attention to what people wear as long as they are dressed in proper uniform when need be. Self expression is something personal, and he’s aware of different everyone’s style is

Though he finds it hard not to notice how you dress on your days off, whether it’s just around the sub or out on the town

It’s a lot of pastel, and a lot of fabric

You hadn’t thought of what Law or the others might’ve thought the first time you dressed up, so when you kept catching Law staring at you at various points of the day, you started to feel a little nervous

Later though, the two of you had crossed paths and he stopped you there to ask about your choice of clothing

While you explained how you enjoyed the colours and the overly girly feel of it all, he listened to every word, and even asked you some questions- like how everything fit together, and how you chose to match your accessories to your clothes

He was intrigued, and being a knowledgeable man, he wanted to learn about you and your clothing style

He’d even gone off to do his own research at the next island, and secretly commissioned a seamstress to make a little purse modeled after Bepo’s face for your outfits because god knows this guy can’t sew for shit

Law had been waiting for you outside of your door, his present to you held in his hand, in a sweet little bag. You weren’t expecting to see him, nor were you expecting any sort of gift- it was nowhere near your birthday- but here he was. He pushes himself off from leaning against the door when he sees you.

“Here. I’m not sure if it’s alright, but I thought you might be able to use this.”

He hands you the bag, and you thank him before going off about how he didn’t need to get you anything, and asking what the occasion is as you dig through the white, glittery tissue paper to open it.

“No occasion. I just thought you’d like it.” He tries to act nonchalant and calm, but he’s watching your face for any changes to see if you like it or not.

You pull out the bag and gasp- it was perfect. Fluffy and pristine white, perfect for an outfit you’d been trying to put together for a while now- and it looked like your dear crewmate. You pull it to your chest with a big smile, going on a bit of a ramble at how cute it is, and how you’re going to use it right away.

The entire time you’re squealing over your new gift he’s smiling to himself, even if he doesn’t realize it.

The next time you change into your style, you make sure to keep the mini Bepo bag at your side. It goes great with your outfit

Bepo freaks out a little at the likelihood of the purse and his own face, but you quickly calm him down and explain that it’s not the head of a polar bear that you’re carrying around

Law watches you fawn over the bag with him from a distance, smiling to himself

He joins you later to walk around town with you. He’s come to enjoy how your style stands out so well beside him against his usual darker clothes

Law will also help you get dressed if you let him, buckling your shoes for you so you don’t have to fight the layers of skirt to reach your feet, or helping you pin up your hair pieces

You’d asked him once if he’d like to try men’s lolita style and he was very quick to shut that down.

“It looks better on you than it will on me.”

He really just likes seeing you as the unique one

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I ask a friend to stop certain media habits when we’re around each other?

I know this is extremely common on this account but this particular situation kinda scares me bc me and my friend are really close and I don’t want her to freak out. So I (16F) and my friend J (16F) have known each other since we were like 3/4. I am diagnosed autistic and she is in the process of a diagnosis through school (ik this sounds irrelevant but it will be later). Recently she came over and we like a lot of the same media so I decided to put on this one tv show. My friend is a frequenter of tiktok and often gets spoilers for shows on purpose, whereas I will actively black list tags & stuff on tumblr to avoid them. So I put on this show and she keeps like mouthing along with clips or songs in a way that sort of. I can hear her lips/tongue moving and it sets off my sensory difficulties, and is generally loud when we’re watching. I like occasionally commenting on things like theories, but she shushes me because she wants to watch ‘quietly’. We were watching with one headphone each and just general mouth noises make me want to cry, I had to block my other ear with a pillow (lol). I know she’d probably get genuinely over apologetic and sad if I ask her directly not to do it, so I keep hoping that she can take the hint (yes that is a bit of an asshole move but I don’t want to upset her), and maybe sort of nudge her by saying ‘oh I don’t want spoilers, it kinda ruins it for me, doesn’t it for you?’ Ik I’m heavily relying on social cues (which I’m not the best at) but she from my pov seems to react better to and understands better indirect criticism than direct. I’m scared I’ll upset her if I tell her but every time we watch something together it makes me feel ill. worst thing that could happen is she refuses to talk to me about or watch stuff with me?? which I really don’t want I genuinely don’t know.

What are these acronyms?

[tinyywriterr]

WHO WILL IT BE?

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{Nanami + Toji + POC Reader}

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⟿ Song to Go with the Chapter: Love Will Save the Day by Whitney Houston [You, Nanami, & Toji theme song this Chapter]

⟿ Word Count: around 6,000 +

⟿ Your two Saviors vs Your two St*klers | Nanami fluff w/ reader

⟿ Summary: Life has calmed down for you as of recently and you truly can’t complain about much. Your emotions have been all over the place but you’ve been able to manage. Nanami has made some life adjustments without your knowledge and you don’t know how to feel about it. But, of course this was just the calm before the storm and something horrible happens. Will Nanami and Toji be able to save you? Or will all be lost?

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𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: contains fighting, inferred s*xual assault [doesn’t happen], pet names, stalking, reader is dr*gged, fem reader, black fem/reader, & etc. [please don’t read if easily triggered]

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𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: 18+ please & don’t copy and paste my story anywhere else. This chapter is about the same length as the last one but there are a lot of POV switching in this one. A lot goes down this chapter so buckle up and let me know how you like this chapter. ANYWAYS, this is my first tumblr fic so if you leave a heart, reblog, or comment it’s greatly appreciated! If there are any errors I am open to anyone correcting me in the comments, leaving feedback, or dming me. I hope you will enjoy this as much as I did when I wrote this!

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓝𝓔𝓧𝓣 𝓓𝓐𝓨 | 𝓣𝓞𝓙𝓘’𝓢 𝓟𝓞𝓥✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It was 9 pm, and Toji got in the car Nanami loaned him to drive you around. Ever since Nanami told him that you both have been followed all he can think about is, you. Your safety and if Nanami has told you anything yet. ‘Fuck I can’t be getting attached to my boss’s girlfriend..’ he thinks to himself as he drives over to Nanami’s house. Soon he pulls into the complex giving the valet the keys and letting them know it was Nanami’s car he was burrowing. They take it nodding in understanding then Toji makes his way up to Nanami’s floor. He reaches the door knocking on the door and soon after you swing it open.

“Toji! You’re here! What are you doing here?” You question beckoning him in and like always you looked as beautiful as ever. He walks in beelining for the couch plopping on it and crossing his legs propping them up on the coffee table. “I’m guessing you are coming with me to the club tonight?” You tease sitting next to him and giggling softly.

“Ask your boyfriend he’ll tell you,” Toji says bluntly before turning his head to look out the window. It was hard not to stare at you but today was especially hard as you were wearing sweats that sagged a little showing your thong, and just a bra.

‘I guess she’s been relaxing all day...but fuck she's hot. Please put clothes on.’ Toji thinks biting the inside of his cheek trying not to blurt out anything stupid.

“NANAMI WHERE ARE YOU?!” You yell from the couch even making Toji jump slightly. Within seconds Nanami rounds the corner making his presence known standing in front of the both of you.

“Right here princess. Toji,” Nanami says nodding his head towards Toji greeting him. “And I’ll tell you love just promise me you won’t freak out, okay? Me and Toji will protect you okay I promise you.” Nanami tries to assure you the best he can while you nod 'yes' at him before he continues. “Last night while we were driving home someone was following us. It wasn’t till I got behind them did they stop following us. I didn’t want to tell you as our night was going so well,” Nanami expounds using his hands to speak soon he comes around the coffee table leaning down to look into your eyes; you’re silent. Toji could see your cogs moving in your head so he bet Nanami could too. Nanami rubs your thigh trying to comfort you but it doesn’t seem to work. “Talk to me, princess,” Nanami begs slightly holding your hands now.

“I-I feel like I know who it is. I bet you it’s Geto and Gojo…they hated the fact that I left so suddenly. They're probably pissed. I bet they saw us together…” you explain trailing off getting lost in thought again and everyone goes silent for a moment.

“That’s why I am here. I’ll be here to protect you when Nanami can’t you’ll be okay,” Toji says breaking the silence and standing up. “It’s 9:45, you still wanna go to work?” He asks tilting his head slightly hoping you’d said ‘no’ only because Toji doesn’t know if he can see you almost fully naked.

“I want to! I can’t let them scare me into not living my life! I’m tired of being scared!” You yell standing up and storming away to the bedroom. “WHAT COLOR KEN ORANGE OR GOLD?” You yell as both men hear things being tossed around.

“Well, that went great,” Toji says under his breath walking towards the front door.

Nanami sighs shaking his head and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “GOLD!” He yells back going towards the front door as well opening a drawer that’s inside the table in the foyer. The drawer is full of car keys he picks a random one and tosses it to Toji. “Thank you for doing this. Please protect her,” he says turning away from Toji and walking back to the couch. You re-emerge from the bedroom with a jacket on now that matches your grey sweats with your stripper bag on your shoulder.

You stop at the couch lean over and kiss Nanami; Toji turns away as he finds himself jealous. ‘Why am I jealous that’s not even my girl..’ he thinks soon after you walk over to Toji.

“I guess we’re leaving. I’ll let you know when we are on the way back.” Toji says opening the front door and letting you walk out. Slamming the door you and Toji make it down to the valet giving the valet the keys he turns to you. “Everything will be okay don’t be scared.” He tries to reassure you as your energy has shifted more tense and on guard. The valet returns with the new car grey and slender just like the other cars with black-out windows. Toji opens the backseat door for you then waits for you to get settled and once you are he slams the door making you jump. You both make your way to the club driving in silence once again not awkward just silent. Once there Toji helps you out slamming the door behind you both locking the car and walking up with you to the front doors.

Security eyes Toji trying to feel him out but you step in front of him. “He’s with me…he won’t be any trouble just watching me,” you say as you wink up at security. After hearing what you had to say and pondering over it they let you both in. Toji hasn’t been in a strip club in a while but seeing all these women he remembers why he used to come. “Imma change just stand over there or sit I guess.” You say nonchalantly waving your hand in a random direction as you turn and walk to the changing room. Before he can respond you disappear behind some double doors which Toji guessed was the changing room. Toji walks to a lonely corner of the club and sits down heaving out a sigh as he does. After 20 minutes pass he hears someone yelling the name ‘Star’ and you come out smiling and waving at regulars he presumed. While making your way to the stage men smack your ass and stuff money into your thong somewhat producing jealously in Toji. You wore the gold Nanami suggested looking delicious in the matching set and it barely covered the vital parts of you. Leaving nothing to the imagination Toji can’t stop looking at you damn near drooling at the view.

“EVERYONE WELCOME TO THE STAGE STARRRRR!” The DJ yells making people clap and crowd around the stage you are at. You begin dancing as a song starts to play you sway your hips to the music walking around the pole. Once satisfied enough people are watching you climb up the pole doing some insane tricks that make men throw money. You smile as they do blowing kisses to the ones throwing the most slowly lower yourself to get back on the floor. You glance up at Toji using your finger beckoning him to take a front row seat. Without question, Toji gets up and strolls up the an empty seat close to the front. You turn around and begin to clap your cheeks together simultaneously shaking your thighs. Toji’s mouth drops to the floor seeing how your ass moves was something he’ll never forget. Men yell in excitement as you bend over still shaking your ass giving them a full view something they didn’t deserve. Soon after 4 songs you walk off stage making some of the crowd sad. As you collect your money you stop to give some begging men a lap dance and seductively take their money from them only for them to give you more. As you make your rounds around the club talking to some customers or giving them lap dances per request soon you stop at Toji. With your hand on the back of the chair, you begin to straddle him taking Toji by surprise. With this action, Toji can barely breathe which you notice making you grin and begin to grind slowly making it torturous for him. Toji grips your ass barely being able to contain himself inside the club wanting to pursue his fantasies he had of you. You smirk down at him and lean in close whispering in his ear truly tipping him over the edge.

“This is my way of saying thank you,~” you purr out as you slowly get up leaving him hard and bothered. He couldn’t believe you just did that and how hot it was that you did.

‘Fuckkkkk,’ he thinks groaning as he gets up seeing you disappear again behind the double doors of the changing room. Within the next 30 minutes, you were back on stage but with Angel this time. Angel kept glancing at Toji winking every now and then waving as well wanting to gain his attention but his eyes were on you. Once you both finished your stage you and Angel trot over to Toji smiling and giggling as if you two had started drinking.

“Tojiii I knew you’d come…I just didn’t think it’d be so soon though,~” Angel coos leaning towards him swirling circles on his chest with her finger. “You look like you could use some relief. Do you want me to help you with that?~” She asks seductively while rubbing Toji’s chest and leaning up against him.

‘I mean she isn’t wrong but I don’t want her. I want y/n,’ he thinks before responding.

“I’m okay Angel thank you though.” Toji says coldly as he pushes Angel off of him making her pout before walking away back to the changing room. You follow closely behind her and giggle as you walk past Toji. Soon your shift was over and you asked Toji to drop Angel off as she was tired and too drunk to walk home by herself. After doing a lot to convince Angel she agrees and leans on your shoulder the whole ride. With you two giggling and gossiping in the back Toji has come to the realization he loved you or at least cared about you enough to think this is love. Maybe it was lust but either way, no one could hurt you while he’s around.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝒜 𝑀𝒪𝒩𝒯𝐻 𝐿𝒜𝒯𝐸𝑅 | 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒫𝒪𝒱 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It’s the first week of November on a Wednesday and Toji has been your bodyguard for a while now. He’s been tagging along on any errands you wanted to go on and when Nanami worked late nights. Nanami has started coming with you and watching you strip more which at first you didn’t think he'd liked it. But he confessed seeing you trick men and give others lap dances kinda turned him on. Nanami didn’t understand why and was shy when he confessed to you. Him telling you this has got you thinking; you can’t deny you were sexually attracted to Toji. You knew he has liked you for a while but it was all solidified when he came to see you strip the first time. The way Toji was gawking at you-you knew he liked you and the lap dance that night took him over the edge and sealed his fate. Toji has become softer around you, teasing you, and even cuddling you while you’d take a nap when Nanami was away. It was eating you alive not telling Nanami so today you decided to say something.

Both of you are standing on his balcony both smoking a cigarette just talking about life and what the future holds for you two.

“Remember when I told you I wanted to move out to the city?” Nanami asks in between puffs you nod your head ‘yes’. “Well I’ve been wondering…would you move with me?” He asks looking at you with his soft eyes. They’ve become soft around you at least, you can’t say the same for outside of these doors.

“Yes silly! I moved here, didn’t I? I'd follow you anywhere Ken,” You explain turning to him and smirking. Now leaning your back on the balcony railing you lean in for a kiss. Nanami accepts leaning in as well and kissing you softly full of love. He’s become less feverish in his movements now Nanami it’s full of passion rather than lust. He grabs your neck with his free hand making it impossible to move still kissing you slowly and bites your lip softly making you gasp. He chuckles before pulling away and returning to where he was going back into deep thought.

“Once this is all over of course. I haven’t been able to find either of those fuckers. They closed down their law firm and dropped off the face of the planet.” Nanami blurts out as if this is eating him alive soon after heaving an irritated sigh. He takes a long drag before putting out the cigarette and tossing it into an ashtray.

“You’ll find them I don’t know how you are doing it but you’ll catch them.” You say trying to reassure him even though even the thought of those two men makes you wanna throw up. He nods in agreement rubbing his forehead trying not to lose his mind or level headedness. “I’ve been wanting to ask you how do you feel about threesomes?” You blurt out wanting to change to subject and because this was the question that was killing you to ask. You take a puff of your cigarette afterwards as silence fills the air. You exhaling slowly as your nervous are only getting worse as the seconds pass by. This question caught Nanami completely off guard and all he can do is stare at you while blinking slowly.

“I umm, I wouldn’t mind I’ve actually been thinking about that recently…” Nanami says after clearing his throat. “Who did you have in mind princess?” He asks as if he read your mind and turns to face you more.

“I uh wanted to have one with Toji. I’ve wanted to tell you as I’ve been sexually attracted to Toji for a while..” you explain shyly bowing your head trying not to look him in the eye.

“Hmmm okay. When would you want to?” Nanami asks gripping your waist and making you look at him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝒯𝐻𝒜𝒯 𝒮𝒜𝑀𝐸 𝒟𝒜𝒴 | 𝒢𝐸𝒯𝒪 & 𝒢𝒪𝒥𝒪 ’𝒮 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“This better fucking work.” Gojo hisses at Geto as they switch to Geto’s car staking out a random convenience store.

It wasn’t so random though; “she buys her cigarettes here. Be patient.” Geto explains coldly as he leans back into his chair “Y/n should be here around 9:30 pm before she goes to work. We should get out soon so we don’t look weird getting out of the car the same time she does.” Geto further explains to a nonchalant Gojo who’s just ready to have you in his arms. Not being able to touch you but only being able to watch you from a distance was torture. And both men have had enough.

After 5 minutes they get out as the clock in the car reads 9:25. As they loiter around picking up random things they’d never buy they both hear your voice as you yell outside to someone.

“I’ll be fine leave me alone!!” You tease playfully while giggling softly as you stroll around the store. You are clueless and in your on world just typing away on your phone. Geto and Gojo dodge out of your eye view but still close in on you as they take both sides of you. As they close in closer to you suddenly you look up looking between the two men frozen by fear.

“Don’t make a fucking sound.” Gojo hisses before grabbing you harshly by the throat rendering you speechless. Once you stop squirming he starts dragging you to the back door. As you kick and punch Gojo, Geto works as the look out opening the back door making sure the cashier wasn't alarmed. As you all make it outside in the parking lot Geto unlocks the car door still making sure no one sees you all.

“TOJII!” You yell as loud as you can before getting thrown in the car.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝒯𝒪𝒥𝐼 ’𝒮 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Toji hears you scream his name making him round the corner seeing two men he could only assume to be Geto and Gojo. He ran towards the car as the two men got in zooming out of the parking lot before he even got close. Toji turns around hopping into his car and zooms off trying to follow them. ‘How could this be happening? Why pop up now?’ Toji thinks to himself as he tries to call Nanami to alert him.

“HELLO?! HELLO?!” Toji yells through the phone finally being able to get to Nanami's contact. Toji's hands starts to shake slightly as panic ensues caused by him being upset this is happening right now and being worried for your safety.

“Toji, what is it?” Nanami asks getting up from his chair and walking out of a meeting he was in.

“They took her…I’m tailing them now.” Toji says coldly as anger starts to take control.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝐸𝒜𝑅𝐿𝐼𝐸𝑅 𝒯𝐻𝒜𝒯 𝒮𝒜𝑀𝐸 𝒟𝒜𝒴 𝒜𝒯 𝟫:𝟥𝟢 𝒫𝑀 | 𝒯𝒪𝒥𝐼 ’𝒮 𝑀𝐸𝑀𝒪𝑅𝒴 𝐼𝒩 𝐹𝐼𝑅𝒮𝒯 𝒫𝐸𝑅𝒮𝒪𝒩✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It was like any other day stop at the gas station let y/n walk in to get yourself some snacks to munch on at the club and a pack of cigarettes. You looked beautiful like always and was finally relaxing a little more as things have been peaceful. We hadn’t run into Geto or Gojo and they haven’t been noticeably following you or Nanami in a while. I pulled into the parking lot parking the car and turning to the backseat.

“Do you want me to come out with you?” I asked smirking softly at you making you smile a little. You swung the door open running towards the convenience store before even giving me an answer.

I got out of the car leaning against the car door you yelled at me; “I’ll be fine leave me alone!” Then you disappeared into the store I waited for you still leaning against the door. Then a blood curdling scream of my name escaped you making me turn and run towards the source. I see them stuffing you into the car with evil grins and slamming the door on you. You began to bang on the car window screaming my name. For the first time in a while, I felt helpless frozen in shock. Geto and Gojo got into the car and sped off I jumped in my car trying to follow them. As I tailed them I took note of the car they were driving white with blacked-out windows. I memorized the license plate number in the frantic and manic mindset I was in. I felt anger cover my whole body as I imagined what that’d do to you; I can’t let that happen.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝒪𝒩 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒫𝐻𝒪𝒩𝐸 | 𝒩𝒜𝒩𝒜𝑀𝐼 ’𝒮 𝒫𝒪𝒱 𝐼𝒩 𝐹𝐼𝑅𝒮𝒯 𝒫𝐸𝑅𝒮𝒪𝒩✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

I dropped the phone as Toji said the words I feared the most. You have been kidnapped, taken from him. ‘I couldn’t protect you..’ I think balling my hands into fists. I continue to hear Toji driving frantically trying to catch you when I realize we share our location. I pull my phone out feverishly trying to keep my cool and open the app; your icon is moving. Going towards Shibuya but more of the family living area on the outskirts and not the city.

I clench my phone putting it back to my ear. “Toji they are taking her to a house in Inzai district please continue to follow them I’m going to be on the way as well.” I say bluntly hanging up the phone and running out of my office building coincidentally it began to rain. Like the universe knew how I felt; I rushed to open my car speeding off and leaving tire marks as I raced out of the parking deck. I watched your icon like a hawk as I drove I know it’s not safe but for you, I’d do anything. Your icon stops moving and I zoom in it’s at a house I send Toji the address and he calls me.

“I’m here already boss. You want me to go in?” Toji questions I hesitate wanting to be the one to save you but that’s selfish.

“Yes please, save y/n please," I plead as I’m losing my grip on reality and my own self.

‘How could I let this happen? She was just relaxing feeling safe and here they are taking you away.’ I think to myself making me grip the steering wheel tightly and pressing on the gas more to get to you sooner.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝒜𝒯 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐻𝒪𝒰𝒮𝐸 𝒢𝐸𝒯𝒪 & 𝒢𝒪𝒥𝒪 𝒯𝒪𝒪𝒦 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𝒯𝒪 | 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Tears roll down your face as the two men circle you like lions; making you their prey. You are tied up around your wrist, ankles, and around your neck mocking a leash. You're stripped completely naked on the floor making you shiver mainly because they took you to an abandoned house. Gojo yanks on the leash making you gasp for air and you try to turn your body away from them to fight their pestering eyes.

“Don’t be shy now darling, you look so beautiful,” Geto says devilishly before closing the space between the two of you and then bending down to be eye level with you. You just stare up at him with tears rolling down your face as you both lock eyes. But suddenly he comes in close and licks your cheek to taste your tears that are full of fear. You pull away as far as you could as he does it making him grab your face aggressively. “Stop that you’ll only make it worse for yourself. What did we say the last time we saw each other?” He asks making you look at him again; his eyes are full of disgust yet still full of devious lust. You stayed quiet just looking at him which he didn’t like so he let go of your face just to smack you making your head snap in the opposite direction. More tears begin to fall and they both begin to laugh manically continuously berating you.

“We said whores like you need to be punished. and YOU. ARE. NOTHING. Just our cum dumpster.” Gojo hisses pulling you towards him now with the leash and when you are close enough to him practically under him, he spits on you. Then Geto walks over and grips your face forcing your mouth open just so he can spit in it. His eyes twinkle while watching you have to swallow his spit as he tilts your head back. When Geto lets go Gojo smacks you making you yelp wanting to hold your face as both cheeks burn now. Geto begins to choke you smiling like the devil and he starts to squeezes tighter and tighter. More tears run down your face as snot begins to come out your nose since your trying to fight for air. But within minutes you feel your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head and your eyelids start to feel heavy. Before you pass out fully Geto lets go of you making you cough and gasp for air as spit falls out your mouth. You bend over and just stay frozen for a moment as thoughts begin to flood your mind.

‘Why me? What did I do to deserve this? I said ‘no’ once and now look,’ you ponder as your body begins to ache from everything they have done to you so far.

“Hmm, I think we’ll give you something we’ve wanted for a long time,” Gojo says sucking you back into reality. He then pulls you up by your hair with one hand making you scream in pain. “Shut up, be a good slut. This will only take a second,” Gojo barks at you making you go silent and all you can do is whimper in pain. Gojo then uses his other hand to force your mouth open and you try biting his fingers but he just smacks you in response. Geto comes over pulling out four pills from his pocket; giving you an aphrodisiac pill and three xanax. After making sure you swallowed them Gojo drops you on the ground making you cry out in pain. “You’re worthless,” was the last thing you heard before they started to beat you.

‘I guess this was the punishment they spoke of,’ you think to yourself as you yelp and groan. You quietly try to beg for help but that only makes the two men hurt you more. They continued beating you until you became unconscious either from the beating and or the pills. Geto and Gojo just stood over your bruised body looking at what they have done. They begin to think about all the cruel things they wanted to do to you but soon after someone knocks down the door.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝒯𝒪𝒥𝐼 ’𝒮 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Toji sees you passed out on the floor igniting a rage within him but he snaps his gaze back at the two men. They had begun to take their clothes off to do the unthinkable and most disgusting act a man could do.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!” He yells yells with his voice for of anger as he runs towards the two men balling up his fists. Toji’s right fist makes contact first with Geto’s ribs making him stagger backwards. Gojo tries to sneak Toji but he blocks fast enough before punching Gojo square in the face. Gojo stumbles backward grabbing his nose as it starts to bleed dripping down his face and chest.

“Do you know who I am? I’ll ruin you..” Gojo hisses lurching forward and pulling his right fist as far back as he could. Toji sidesteps him then knees him in the stomach and making Gojo fall.

“Don’t care,” Toji mumbles as Gojo grabs at his stomach in pain. Geto tries to sneak Toji by coming from behind to choke him with some spare rope. But Toji rips it off his neck with ease and turns around just as quickly backhanding Geto.

Geto staggers then takes a knee panting softly before looking up. “Why do you want to protect this slut? THATS ALL SHE IS!” Geto yells standing up now Gojo has stood up as well. Toji cracks his neck before elbowing Gojo in the nose behind him making Gojo grunt with anger. Geto pulls out a knife trying to throw stabs and jabs but Toji dodges all of them. Toji getting tired of dodging grabs Geto’s wrist punching him in the face this time taking the knife from him.

“You both are so weak,” Toji teases tossing the knife. “Give me an actual challenge,” Toji growls before kicking Geto in the stomach and then his legs making Geto fall for real this time not getting up after. Toji turns around to Gojo seeing a manic look in his eyes; Gojo tries to throw some jabs and right hooks but it isn’t good enough. Toji dodges every hit again and begins to grin as he will enjoy beating them both to a bloody pulp. Toji freezes mid fight confusing Gojo making him stop too creating a perfect window for Toji to punch him harder than he has all night right in the liver. Gojo stumbles backwards gasping for air and pointing at Toji as he tries to speak.

“I’ll see you again…” Gojo murmurs finally finding the breathe to speak before falling to his knees. Toji walks up on him grabbing Gojo by his hair before kneeing him right in the face knocking the man unconscious. As an extra fuck you, he stomps Geto out making sure he doesn’t get up. After fucking them up a little more Toji knew they weren’t waking up any time soon. He runs over to your side examining the situation and acting fast he grabs the knife he tossed earlier untying you completely. And sadly you look awful, bruised all over, knots forming all over you, and drugged out of your mind. Toji scoops you up taking you to his car just as Nanami is pulling up

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝒫𝒰𝐿𝐿𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒰𝒫 𝐿𝒜𝒯𝐸 | 𝒩𝒜𝒩𝒜𝑀𝐼 ’𝒮 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Nanami barely parks the car quick enough before getting out as he sees your battered and bruised body. He runs to you and Toji but he wasn’t able to speak as he hated seeing you like this and wished he never had to.

“You should take her to the hospital who knows what they did to her…” Toji suggests gripping you tightly before handing you over to Nanami.

“Get out of here I called the police while I was on the way here. I’ll explain everything to them on the way to the hospital. Thank you again Toji,” Nanami explains bluntly before turning to walk to the car and placing you in gently trying not to hurt you any more than you already were. Toji says nothing just turns to his car, gets in, and driving off.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝒯𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸 𝑀𝒪𝒩𝒯𝐻𝒮 𝐻𝒜𝒱𝐸 𝒫𝒜𝒮𝒯 | 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒫𝒪𝒱 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Your eyes flutter open slowly and the bright fluorescent lights blind you slightly. After blinking a lot your eyes start to adjust to everything. You look around your room seeing cards, balloons and flowers everywhere. You turn your head to the sitting area and see a figure sitting in a chair bowing their head; leg shaking.

“Kento?” You croak out tears starting to roll down your cheeks; he stands up immediately running to your side.

“You’re awake,” he whispers kissing your hand trying to hold back his own tears.

“What happened? I only remember,” you inquire but memories only bits and pieces start to flood your mind. “Geto and Gojo…beating me then being forced to take some pills..” You mumble out in a raspy voice before trailing off at the end as more tears fall down your face. As everything begins to hit you all at once you start to sob.

“It’s okay-it’s okay. They're gone, they can’t hurt you anymore. I know I wasn’t able to protect you but I will now.” Nanami mumbles in a reassuring tone continuing to kiss your hand. “A lot has changed while you were in a coma. They had to put you in a medically induced coma mainly because of you being unconscious for so long and some brain damage.” He explains looking you in your eyes they were full of sadness and fear something he hated to see.

“Oh okay, when will I be able to go home? Oh my god, my brothers!” You rattle off before yelling and coming to the realization. You try to sit up to hug Nanami but a pounding headache stops you. Laying back down you stare into Nanami's eyes that are so sweet, caring, and full of love.

“The doctor will tell you once they come and see you and it’s mid February. Your brothers are fine; I contacted them once you were in the hospital and took over sending them monthly payments. I’ve been sending them a good amount so Daran was able to move out with Angelo to a great apartment far away from that small town.” He expounds rubbing your head now trying to soothe your headache.

“Thank you Nanami, it means a lot to me that you did that. I guess you should alert the nurse that I am awake.” You say as you smile softly caressing his cheek and Nanami can’t help but lean into it also smiling.

“I was scared I was going to lose you y/n…” Nanami croaks out as his voice cracks not a lot but enough to notice.

“I am a fighter I would’ve found my way to you. Thank you for saving me and protecting me..” you reassure in a serious tone.

“I didn’t save you love; Toji is the one you should be saying this to. I was in a meeting when he called me telling me what happened. Toji followed them and beat them almost half to death for you. I only took you to the hospital,” Nanami painfully confesses bowing his head as he is slightly ashamed.

“Kento. You still played a part in saving me I don’t care about the trivial details. You brought me here, right? You helped my brothers didn’t you?” You question sternly with some assertiveness while pointing a finger in his face.

“Yes princess, I did.” Nanami says nodding ‘yes’ softly trying to hold back a laugh.

“Then you saved me doesn’t matter how big of a role you played. Now call the nurse I need some painkiller,” you command smirking as you do.

“Yes ma’am,” he says in a teasing tone standing up slowly before pressing the nurse call button. Within minutes two nurses and a doctor come in starting to poke and prod you making you scowl.

‘Maybe I should’ve waited to call the nurses,’ you think to yourself wincing as they touch some sore parts of your body.

“You’ve healed nicely Mx. l/n but you’ll need to see your primary care physician a lot more frequently. Only to make sure no brain damage starts to affect your daily life. You still need to rest some more, I’ll put that order in for your pain medicine, and we’ll keep you under observation for a week.” The doctor explains bowing before walking out followed by his nurses.

“You hear that one weekkkk!” You yell softly while smiling wide as you can’t wait to go home.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝑀𝐼𝒩𝒪𝑅 𝒯𝐼𝑀𝐸𝒮𝒦𝐼𝒫 𝒜 𝒲𝐸𝐸𝒦 𝐻𝒜𝒮 𝒫𝒜𝒮𝒮 | 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You’ve finally been released from the hospital and Nanami is wheeling you around in a wheel chair refusing to let you walk to the car. Once at the car, he opens the passenger door placing you in the car gently as you requested not to be put in the backseat. Nanami gets in, turns the car on, and pulls out of the hospital parking lot. Taking a weird way home you turn to him and ask; “where are we going, Ken?”

“I wanted to tell you while you but you were in a coma. I um, sold the penthouse, retired from the business, and bought us a house in the country. It’s a nice big house with 6 rooms, 5 bathrooms, with a big backyard, and a lot of land. I can always go back to work I still have control over the company just stepping down.” Nanami expounds trying to keep his eyes on the road but catches a glimpse of your surprised face. He chuckles softly as your mouth is on the floor and he wasn't joking when he said a lot has really changed while you were out like a light.

“Why Kento?” Is all you can muster to ask in the moment while looking out the window and taking in the scenery around you.

“Apart from me feeling like you’d wake up I wanted to take you away from all that. I’d been thinking about this way before you got hurt I just felt like it was the right time. I hated my job, was tired of the city, and just wanted us to have a better life. I know we haven’t dated for long but…I love you y/n. I wanna spoil you and show you how nice life can be,” he states smiling at you softly before grabbing your hand and kissing it.

“I love you too Kento and love doesn’t have a time or a plan it just happens. I’m so happy that you took life into your own hands. I know you have a plan to keep you busy,” you tease gripping his hand harder giggling a little.

“Actually I do!" Nanami says in a sassy tone before adding; "I want to either open a bakery or a suit store. I love both and think either would be a great choice for the area we'll be in. Speaking of we are here princess.” He says soon you can feel the gravel driveway under the car tires. Nanami parks the car and helps you out carrying you bridal style into the house. It has huge double doors with a nice front porch facing the street and the front yard is a great size full of trees. Once inside Nanami puts you in a wheelchair he already had in the house waiting for you. “Let me give you a tour my love,” he suggests not really caring for the answer he’s too excited to wait. As he rolls you through the foyer you realize Nanami moved everything in already art adorning the walls and mainly your furniture throughout the house. “I loved your style so I went off that but of course I enlisted help from your friend Angel,” he blurts out seeing the shock on your face. Now in the living room, it has your favorite couch from your house a bright orange, Nanami’s huge TV, both record players, a whiskey cart, his sleek coffee table, and a huge modern fireplace. The house's bones were a modern finish and he incorporated your fun and creative style into it; if there was a phrase for this style it’d be whimsical modern. He takes you into the huge kitchen that has a cream-white finish with a pop of color from your decor. “I made one of the rooms a joint office for us but I really want to show you the bedroom though you'll have time to look around,” he rolls you to the stairs scooping you up and walking up 2 flights. “You think you could walk a little?” Nanami asks as he reaches the bedroom door and you nod ‘yes’ still rendered speechless. He opens the door waving his arm to go inside you turn the light on and you gasp. You’d told him on one of your dates you wanted a circle bed with a canopy and there it was in the center of the room.

You turn and hug him grinning hard now before speaking. “You remembered…” you say softly before slowly walking around the room. The room is super spacious the biggest room you’ve ever had in your life full of your favorite things. There’s a sound system in the corner, adorable bedside tables, a small couch by the huge window, a small table next to said couch, and a huge bookshelf. The vibe in this room is much darker as you loved sleeping in complete darkness. Turning around you start to cry not even bothering to look at the bathroom. “Thank you, Ken this is everything I could ask for add more..” you hug him again covering his whole face with kisses.

“I’m glad I can do that for you y/n. You mean the world to me..” he whispers into your ear making you melt like putty.

‘I could get us to this,’ you think to yourself before Nanami scoops you up again.

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